Opposites Attract

(Not So) Happy Birthday

December 7th, 2013 -

"Fuck's sake!"

Dean was back at the junkyard with Roman, working on an old, broken down car while Roman was outside, repairing a few worn out tires. Dean screamed out when he couldn't unconnect the wires properly and they sparked, nearly setting ablaze. Dean rolled out from under the car, the sound of the tires rolling masking the sound of the door behind him opening. Suddenly, someone threw their shoulders around Dean's neck from behind. And judging by the skin tone, bracelets, black nail polish and the petitness of the arms, they could only belong to AJ. Dean felt a kiss being implanted on his cheek, and then heard the angelic voice of his girlfriend in his ear.

"Happy birthday, honey." AJ smiled. Dean was actually in shock; he himself almost forgot it was his Seventeen birthday, and AJ had remembered. Either she remembers everything she hears or she really likes me and actually remembered my birthday because she cares. Either way, I'm happy.

"Thank you, AJ." Dean thanked AJ, who now moved her body to sit in his lap, facing towards him.

"Here." AJ reached into the pocket of her hoodie and pulled out a decently sized object wrapped in gift wrap. "I got you a few presents, the others are back at my house. You'll open them when we get there." AJ assured Dean that there was plenty more presents to come. Dean dug his nails into the paper, and teared his gift open. When he saw his gift, he hugged AJ as well as he could while holding his present in his hand.

"A Deftones album... man, you know me so well." Ambrose chuckled. AJ laughed along with Dean, before Dean leaned in and kissed her. Ambrose made the kiss quick, but AJ had other ideas, as she returned his kiss with one of her own. But AJ wasn't done there, as she gathered herself closer into Dean's chest, locked her arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss. Dean moved back while keeping his lips locked with AJ's, as he pulled AJ down into a laying position on the black rolling mat he used to get under the car. Dean slid his hands down AJ's back, and grabbed onto her ass, making AJ giggle through the kiss.

"Hey... hands off, mister." AJ smiled, her lips still only an inch away from Dean's.

"Well, I apologize that god gave you such an amazing backside." Dean smiled back, before he and AJ went back to their kiss. Yet, Dean heard the door behind him open up, and split his lips from AJ's. AJ's head whipped up, as Dean's bended back, to see Roman with a tire in his arms.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just, you know, doing my job? You two can go back to having your junkyard sex." Roman said, carrying the tire over to the nearby bench.

"We weren't having sex, Roman." AJ groaned, laying on Dean who was lying on the rolling mat.

"AJ, Dean had his hands on your ass. No offense, but when a guy does that and the girl doesn't stop him, that means it's about to go down." Roman said while wiping the dirt off the tire he's been working on.

"I told him to get his hands off." AJ defended.

"Telling him something is different than him actually doing it." Roman retaliated.

"Oh, shut it, you big lug." AJ said, giving Dean another quick kiss before standing up. Dean jumped up to his feet soon after.

"And here I am, thinking I was actually going to get some for my birthday." Ambrose shook his head, yet completely joking.

"Dean!" AJ yelled, somewhat disgusted.

"Told you so." Roman shouted over his shoulder.

"Dean, I'm not some sort of slut who just puts out!" AJ informed.

"I know that! What do you think one of the reasons I'm dating you is? It's because you won't just put out for fifty cents and a ride home afterwards." Ambrose said, placing his hands on his hips afterwards.