•Y/n=your name
•Y/bf/n=your bestfriends name
•Y/f/s=your favorite song
I grabbed my heavy bag from my car and slammed the door. Leaves danced around my legs as I walked up the driveway. I breathed in the crisp, fall air. I shifted my bag wondering why we had so many books for one class. Luckily, I had some great partners for this project. Sam and __-y/bf/n-__ were partners that wouldn't throw all the work on you. I couldn't wait to see Sam's mom, Mary, again. She was like the mother I never had. My mother died when I was young, and Mary Winchester was just how I had imagined a mother to be.
I knocked on the door. I could hear men's voices as John opened the door. He greeted me with a smile and opened the door further. I thanked him quietly and he slipped into the kitchen. I dropped my bag to the floor and shrugged my coat off. As I hung it on a hook, I glanced to where I heard Sam's voice. That was when I saw him.
I blinked as I took him in. I sucked in a deep breath, like he startled the air out of my lungs. There were light freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose and his cheekbones and some scattered on his forehead. The light scruff of brown facial hair traced his jawline, chin, and upper lip. His full lips were rose in color and his pink tongue darted out to wet them as he cleared his throat. As I walked farther into the threshold, closer to him, his eyes came clearly into perspective. A thin dark basil ring on the outer eye that blended into a shamrock green in the center. His brown hair was spiked messy, yet somehow neat, and in the front the hair was pushed back into a perfect peak. He turned around to talk to Sam, not paying any attention to me. Judging from his broad shoulders and how his t shirt hugged his arms as he hung his leather jacket on the coat rack by the door of the kitchen, he was built. I tripped over the rug, forgetting to pick up my feet. An inhuman noise escaped me as I hit the hardwood.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" A deep voice asked as firm hands hoisted me up like I was a bag of feathers. Once on my feet, I stared into the eyes I had been admiring earlier. My breath caught and I was unable to respond other than a squeak. He smiled softly making my heart pound even harder.
"So! Are you alright?" Sam asked as he approached. I nodded. Before I was able to get any words out, Mary came from the kitchen.
"__-y/n-__!" She wrapped me in a tight hug. "It's so good to see you again. Where is __-y/bf/n-__?"
"She's on her way." Jess walks in, phone in hand. She walks up to Sam and kisses his cheek. He wraps an arm around her waist. I felt a longing and my chest tighten. This is what I want with someone special.
"__-y/n-__? Why does that sound so familiar?"The green eyed man peaked over Mary's shoulder at me. She swatted in his general direction and rolled her eyes.
"All of you grew up together so yes I hope you remember her." She spoke as his eyes drifted over my face.
"Hold on a second, the little girl that threw a little toy car at my head?" He questioned and my eyes widened in realization.
"Dean?" I laughed at the memory and he gave me a big grin. He had taken my favorite hot wheels truck, so I threw my sports car at him in anger. He had been so shocked he dropped it and I was able to grab it and run away. He, of course, chased me, but I made it behind John's legs before anything else had happened.
"Well maybe you should learn not to take a girls car away from her." I pointed out and he made a 'pshh' sound and shook his head. The door bursts open and startled everyone as __-y/bf/n-__ ran into the house, pushing past everyone in the doorway and hung her stuff on the coat rack, chucking her bag onto the floor by the couch.
"Hey everyone! Where's John?!? Awe look at you two HOW CUTEEE." She screamed in a whisper and pinched Sam's cheeks as she snuck around and into the kitchen.
