What is that smell?

Andy opened her eyes slowly, that. . .well, it was mostly annoying, odor that hung in the air. The sun was peeking gently through a black cloud and her purple satin curtains, letting her eyes adjust comfortably. She yawned and her nose crinkled again as the sheets lifted around her chest and the smell wafted. . .why was she naked? She never slept. . .commando.

Andy pulled the covers back and furrowed her brow, seeing a small bruise rubbing over the skin of her right hip; touching it hurt more like an open wound. As she languidly let her legs slide from the bed, she found the skin subtly sticking on the insides. Did she spill Coke in her lap? Maybe some ice cream? Yesterday was Saturday and that meant Toonami with junk food. . .but she didn't remember watching her favorite anime. . .she didn't remember much.

The plot thickened.

Her whole back prickled when she felt something slide just over the slope of her butt. Okay, that wasn't furry so it couldn't be Thor - her one year old Pittbull that always slept in the bed with her - no that was naked skin on her naked skin and it was not okay.

Andy tentatively looked over her right shoulder, seeing the broad shoulder of someone with far too many scars. Her chest tightened in a scream and she covered her mouth, tears making her vision cloudy. She stood on tender, jelly like legs and hurried to her dresser, grabbing a green tank top and fluffy pink shorts. As she dressed, she tied back her knotted black hair and tried not to cry.

What did she do? She. . .she didn't. . Amy. Her best friend, the resident party animal of her neighborhood. She called, she coaxed Andy out of her house because her parents were away. She got her to the bar across from the Texaco one block over. . .

And the stranger in her bed stood up for her when Amy left with the bartender at closing time.

Andy shook her head. Have sex with a guy because he saved you from two drunk assholes outside a bar? Her virginity was one hell of a thank you. She screwed up, she screwed up so bad and her parents -

Oh shit her parents!

Andy hurried to her bedside, needing the clock that was near the strangers head. 6:15 a.m. Andy sighed and set the clock down, they wouldn't be back until noon. She had plenty of time to try and put this behind her.

Andy finally turned her full attention to this stranger and reached for silk, purple sheets. As she tugged them back, he groaned in his sleep and Andy's heart fluttered but she tried not to chicken out and let him wake up on his own.

Sweet baby Jesus, he was freaking gorgeous.

Full, naturally pouty lips, freckles dancing over the bridge of a perfect nose. His lashes may have been longer than her own and even on his side, that tousled hair needed her to run her fingers through it.

Had she done that last night? Had she kissed those lips? Had she stared into those eyes that were closed at the moment?

Andy shook her head and tugged the blankets down just a little further. She trembled as she pulled her hands back, heart racing as she stretched out her right arm, ready to poke him in the cheek. And his eyes snapped open. Andy squeaked and stumbled back, falling on her bum and making the tender region from belly button to her knees very sore. . .okay, more sore.

The man - and he most definitely was a man from the way her cheeks turned scarlet at the sight of. . .well, him - looked just as terrified as her. He sat up slowly, her eyes catching the way her bed sheets tumbled and pooled in his lap, and looked around. For the first time ever, Andy was embarrassed of her room. The walls were pink from a faze ten years ago - she was six, dammit - and had various posters of her favorite animes over the surface, a decent sized poster of Daryl Dixon from the Walking Dead rested above her headboard. Everything else was rather frilly because her mom wanted a pure bred girly girl but got the strange mixture known as Andy.

She finally noticed him staring at her.

"Please tell me this is like. . .your kids room or something. Because that sounds better than what I think is going on."

She blinked, lips parting and nostrils flaring. "I - Its my room," she mumbled.

His teeth visibly clenched. "You're not -"

"I'm sixteen," she blurted out, still leaning back on her hands. "I'm so sorry! It wasn -"

Her mouth ran dry as he stood, all of him bared to her eyes and she thought she was gonna faint. Surprise, surprise, Andy had never seen a naked man before. It wasn't as scary as she thought it would be; though, despite the situation, she couldn't help but be curious about that thing there. He didn't look much better, hands shaky on the button of his jeans, eyes swiveling around the room, most likely looking for an escape route.

"Kid," he flinched. "I should be apologizing, not you."

Andy was on the verge of tears, making it to her feet. "My friend Amy left me at Rusty Nail's," she explained. "You. . .you saved me from those two men outside," she shook her head. "I guess I drank more than I thought because that's all I remember."

He swallowed. "Ya know, despite it all that hurts my pride," she blinked slowly and he waved a hand. "I'm still. . .sorry," he placed his hands on his hips. "You won't. . .report me or anything, huh?"

Andy immediately shook her head. "No, no, no. My parents. . .no, they can't know about this. They'd never trust me again."

He nodded. "Well thanks, I guess," he hesitated then held out his hand. "Uh, Dean Winchester."

She looked at his hand before taking it. "Andy. . .just Andy."

"Okay just Andy," she tried to smile but it failed. "Do I need to sneak out the window or. . ."

She shook her head. "No, you can use the door. My parents won't be home until noon," that put such a bad taste in her mouth. "I'll go with you. . .my dog is down there."

Dean nodded once and followed behind Andy, down the stairs to the right of her door. They made another right that opened into the biggest living room Dean had seen. The whole room was done in tans and dark browns, the dark leather sofas surrounding a glass table with empty soda cans and a popcorn bag picked clean. A fat back t.v. was paused on some Japanese crap like from the posters on her walls.

As they neared the front door, Dean finally spotted her dog. He was broad and black, a white stripe down his chest with big brown eyes betraying the teeth exposed in his growl. Andy looked down at the dog and stomped her foot. The dog acted as if he had been struck and ducked his head, padding off into the kitchen.

"Sorry," Andy muttered, opening the front door. "Thor's protective," she looked so awkward standing there.

Dean sighed. "I really am sorry, kid."

She looked up at him and smiled a little. "Don't apologize. Its . . .I guess its okay for the moment. I won't tell if you don't."

He smiled a little as well. "Deal," he stepped out onto the stoop. "Bye kid."

She waved. "Bye. . .Dean."

He bobbed his head once and shrugged down the sidewalk to a positively gorgeous black Impala. Andy poked her head out just a little, making sure windows were shaded and doors were shut in the neighborhood. As his car disappeared, she shut the door and locked it, looking over at Thor, who stared at her as if he knew how she felt.

"What am I gonna do, Thor?"

His tail wagged a little and she sighed. He couldn't help. But a shower could. She'd clean herself, her sheets and then the house. Hopefully her parents wouldn't suspect a thing.

Andy nodded once and jogged upstairs, pulling off her tank top as she passed her bed, but something stopped her. There, tangled in the mess of her sheets they made, was a thin flannel shirt. She tugged it out and stared at it for a long time, finally deciding to stuff it into the bottom of her underwear drawer to forget about it.

For just a moment.

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