Peyton fumbled through Dean’s box of cassette tapes, muttering under her breath as she fingered the labels.



“Speak, woman,” Dean said, glancing at her. “What’s your problem? You‘ve been mumbling and grumbling to yourself for the past ten minutes. What gives?”



“Your cassette collection, Dean. It leaves much to be desired,” Peyton whined. She liked the guitar rock just as much as he did. But she also liked variety. Preferred it, actually. And Dean’s collection did not embody variety. Didn’t even so much as hint at it.



“What’s wrong with my cassette collection?”



“They’re....

They’d laid in bed for nearly a half-hour arguing over who got the shower first before Peyton finally relented, allowing him to go first. Her dad would be calling that morning anyway and she didn’t want Dean to pick up the phone and have her dad freak out over the strange man answering his daughter’s phone so early in the morning.



Dean had just stepped into the shower when he heard the phone ring. He’d heard Peyton answer the phone, but then she’d must have disappeared downstairs to continue her phone call. As he stood beneath the spray of the shower, he wondered if she’d told her...

Peyton woke up with the unfamiliar feeling that she wasn’t alone in her bed. The arm slung loosely across her waist was a dead giving away as was the hard chest acting as her pillow.


Lifting her head slightly, Peyton glanced up to see that Dean was still asleep. Peyton remained in her position, silently musing over how they had wound up in her bed.



The night before after the party had ended, Dean had stayed behind to help her with the clean up. They had began talking about their relationship and once Dean expressed the want to move forward, things had spiraled out of control.



They had began...

The sun streaming in through the window blinds, pulled Peyton out of her peaceful slumber. She groaned against the intrusion, her mouth dry and tasting bitter. Her eyes zoned in on her surroundings, not sure how she’d gone from the party at Bevin’s to being in her bed.



Spying a glass of water at her bedside, she reached for it and was gulping down the contents when she saw that Dean was fast asleep in a chair at the foot of her bed.



Peyton stared at him for a few moments, noting that his bare feet were poking out from beneath the small blanket covering his long form. She took advantage of...

Dean did not jog. He didn’t workout at all. Hell, ghost hunting was plenty workout for him. So why the hell had he agreed to go jogging with Lucas? Why? He was huffing and heaving beside Lucas who casually glanced his way, smirking. The jackass. He was enjoying this torment. Why’d he have to befriend an athlete?



“So, how’d things go with Peyton the other day?”



“Good, I guess,” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders as they rounded the corner of Barney’s Hardware, the main stretch coming into view. The café was just up the block. Thank God!



“Good, you guess?” Lucas questioned,...

After Dean had left Tree Hill, he made the quick trip to Warsaw, investigating the mysterious deaths in Room 24 of the Twin Rivers Bed and Breakfast. The B&B had been built in the early 60’s, the owner forced to close it early having run it into the ground and himself into financial ruin.



It was abandoned for years until the newest owners reopened it in the late 90‘s after a complete renovation.



As he investigated the mysteries of Room 24 and the murders that had plagued it in the past weeks, he soon uncovered that a young girl had been murdered, her body hidden beneath the floorboards...

As Dean sunk into Peyton’s arms, his hands touching her face, fingertips grazing across her cheeks, the voice in his head decided to speak it’s mind. His conscience willed him to stop, but he ignored it. He was content right here, melting into Peyton’s embrace, losing himself in her warm mouth.



When he finally pulled away to catch his breath, he mustered breathlessly, “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”



“No, yeah,” Peyton said before dragging his mouth down to meet hers once again.



He didn’t rebuff her nor did he do anything to push her away. Tomorrow would be soon enough to...

The day was slowly dwindling to a close, the action having come to an abrupt halt as the sun began to set beyond the horizon, casting the sky in brilliant colors.


Peyton and Dean sat in the sand near the water's edge, watching the sun set beyond the horizon. Behind them Haley, Lucas and Skills were huddled around the already dying bonfire.


Yards away from the shoreline, Lucas, Haley and Skills sat around a wild campfire while Peyton and Dean sat closer to the water, huddled close together as they watched the sunset. Junk and Fergie had called it a day earlier in the afternoon, following an accident...

Dean tried hard to ignore Haley’s piercing stare. He was looking off into the distance, trying desperately not to meet her gaze, but it was hard. Finally having had enough, he looked her square in the eyes, declaring, "Okay. Fine! What? What?!"



"What?"



"You keep staring me down… I figured you were trying to tell me something."



Haley sat forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Now that you mention it there was something that I wanted to talk to you about…"



"Oh, and that would be…?"



He met Haley’s gaze which was fixated on something over his head. He didn’t even have to turn his head...

After the band had finished their performance, Dean had expected the club to vacate, but Haley assured him that the party would go on for hours. He had stood idly by as Haley and Lucas were joined by numerous of their friends, whom he was introduced to one by one. Unfortunately he couldn’t recall any of their obscure names.



When everyone around had suddenly disappeared, Dean was left to his own devices. Haley had scurried off to the bathroom and Peyton had come to collect Lucas and the guys for some heavy lifting. She hadn’t asked for his assistance and that had bothered him a little. Though,...

Dean Winchester was on the road to nowhere. That seemed to always be his destination, though. For as long as he could remember the roads were endless, the journey laid out before him in blood and tears.


After his mother’s death, he had never expected this to become his life. A life on the road with nowhere to call home. Sure, it was exciting and he was good at what he did, but sometimes he wanted more.


Sometimes he wanted… roots.


On his road trips he would pass houses with kids playing in the yard and parts of him yearned for that. Part of him wanted the wife and the kids and hell even the...