Peyton Sawyer and Dean Winchester

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,...