Supernatural TV Show (Open to females.)

Supernatural
The Pact

Dean had been driving for three hours but with his music of Blue Oyster Cult, Don't fear the reaper playing he didn't care. Dean loved to drive his black Chevy Impala across the entire of America. Dean was 27 now with short brown spikey hair and a smile not many girls could resist.

Dean left his brother in a motel after becoming scared of his powers. Dead found a story in the newspaper of a group of three girls who had died in a girls boarding school in Louisana as he read the paper out. Dean smiled thinking there maybe a job behind this.

Dean put his boot down and sped the one hour drive to Lousiana.

As he arrived at the front of a massive building made out of old brick.

Dean smiles and points to the sign in the window Grounds Keepers wanted.

"Yatzee."

Dead gets out and heads inside.

Hour one later he retunrs to the Impala.

(Looking for the spirits of the three girls who died to posess any of the girls in school to have some fun with Dean. If you wish to join please enter an intro. Thanks.)

Georgia stood motionless in her dorm room, staring at herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, and she wasn't quite sure, but she could swear that it smiled right at her. It was a cruel sort of smile that made the room's temperature run cold. She shivered.

She could feel the... thing, whatever it was, inside her, squirming, waiting to get out again. She never believe in the old stories about ghosts in the school, until several days ago, when she woke up to find her roommate cowering in a corner of her bed, frightened and looking at her as if she had done something wrong. Oh well.

She sighed, and left her room, deciding to go take a walk around the grounds to kill time.

((Took the liberty of embellishing it a bit. Hope you don't mind. ))

Dean had just gotten back into the Impala as he saw a young girl walking round in her scholl uniform for a boarding school.

Dean smiled and opened the door thinking if he could chat to this girl he may not have to search the whole school building tonight to look for these spirits.

It was hard enough trying to search an empty buidling without the cops turning up but a building with a student body of 300 girls and 35 teachers. If he bumped into any of them in the middle of the night.

Yeah try explaining that one to the cops Dean.

He followed the girl round the buidling and she turned into a bush as Dean walked over he stood at the start of a garden maze.

Dean hated mazes. He saw her at the end of the third path he tried.

"Excuse me miss. Can i talk to you? Please."

"Excuse me, miss. Can I talk to you? Please?"

Georgia heard a voice ask behind her. She turned, only to see what she could best describe as a gorgeous man.

Something twisted inside her; that thing was getting pissed off. Still, she tried her hardest to control its anger. "Oh, hello," she said, her voice lilting a little more flirtatiously than she had intended.

What the... she thought, surprised at how she sounded. She tried to compose herself. She could get into very big trouble wandering this far off from her dorm. And talking to strangers!

"Are you lost or something?" she asked him.

Dean begins walking over to the young girl answering her question.

"Well Yeah. You could say that i just got the job as grounds keeper here and i didn't realise you have a garden mazes. I got a lot of bushes to cut. So have you been in the school long?"

Dean asked looking over at her as he came to a stop infront of her.

"Oh am sorry the name is Dean Hendrix. An what's your name?"

Dean begun walking along side her as he asked her name.

"My name's Georgia," she said, before laughing. "And if your last name really is Hendrix, then I'm a bunny." She shrugged it off. "But whatever. Hello then, Grounds Keeper Dean. You look nothing like any of the other grounds keepers we've ~ever~ had before," she grinned.

He really was gorgeous, she thought, but then, she was a looker herself. People called her petite: barely 5'2", but with a tiny waist that made for luscious curves. Coupled with a mass of wavy brown hair, long-lashed hazel eyes, pale, pale skin, and berry-stained lips, she looked almost doll-like.

There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she looked at him, saying, "It's easy to get lost here, Dean, and get into trouble. And you look like you attract trouble."

Dean smiled when she picked up on his name. As Dean quickly replied.

"Well you are cute as a bunny."

Dean turned his head and silently cursed himself for saying that before turning back to her.

"Well i am not like most gardeners."

They had taken a few more turns and Dean was already lost in the maze with her as he heard her speak again.

Dean looks round.

"Well you got that right. I have no clue which way we came in. An me attract trouble? Well now that i think about it I kind'er...... You know the first thing i do as Grounds keeper it cut this bush maze down.

Dean begins looking round and trying to see over the bush tops but it's useless.

"So how is the school? Good. Does it get crazy some nights? Stupid freakin maze."

"But I love this maze!" Georgia pouted. "You wouldn't dare. It's my absolute favorite part of the school to get lost in." She laughed, a throaty but melodic laugh that seemed more seductive that it ought to have been. "It's all Victorian, and I like to pretend I'm running away from an evil, cruel monster," she said, her perfectly shaped eyebrow arching.

"But to answer your question, things can get a little crazy," she told him, her eyes flashing. "Things have been getting crazier than usual lately. And I bet you'd love to find out why."

Dean turned as she said.

"Things have been getting crazier than usual lately. And I bet you'd love to find out why."

He looked her up and down. Damn this girl was hot. But something about the way the girl said it made him worry.

"Oh you mean late nights and pillow fights right?"

Dean smiled as he said it however he was thinking through the weapons he had on him. He only had a flask of holy water that could of been vodka and a flick knife in his boot made of silver.

He didn't know his way out to the Impala. But who was he kidding. She is just a girl. A young hot girl in a tight school uniform who you are alone with in a garden maze.

Dean turned away as he knew his jeans were getting tighter on his cock that was beginning to get hard.

"Oh, you mean late nights and pillow fights, right?" she heard Dean ask. Georgia heard a low, somewhat cruel laugh escape her lips. Oh no, she thought, panic-stricken.

"Sometimes," she heard her own voice say again. She wiggled her eyebrows. "You'd love that, I'm sure, but there are other, more interesting things going on here." She sighed, slowly walking up to Dean, brushing a hand across his chiseled jaw. She smiled, her eyes turning a deep, almost black, shade of brown. "Oh Dean, you can't imagine the things that happen here. They...They scare me," she said, putting on her best puppy-dog eyes, pouting slightly.

Dean's hand slid inside his jacket as he thought he saw her eyes go black. Demon he thought but when she did puppy dog eyes he slide his hand away from the flask.

This girl was very close to dean and he could smell her. She smelled beautiful.

"So what things have been scaring you?"

Dean looked into her eyes they were within kissing distance.

Georgia felt an icy cold shiver run up her spine. Please don't let me do anything to hurt him. Please please please, she begged, fighting the thing inside her.

She decided she'd try to let him in on what had been happening. She'd tried before, and she had been forced to stop midway.

"People are getting hurt," she told him. "It started when they began building the new wing," she went on. Her hand on Dean's cheek moved around his neck. "I think we should leave," she whispered. Wow. He's even more amazing up close, she thought. That moment of weakness took away a little bit of her control, and the next thing she knew, she found herself inching her lips closer to his.

Dean looked at her as she mentioned that people had been getting hurt since the new wing had opened.

Dean thought to himself. Maybe the new wing is built on a burial site. Maybe the new wing woke up some of the school's long dead spooks.

Dean was so busy in thought he felt her lips as the connected with his. His mouth being pushed open by her tongue as his eyes opened wide for a second only to close over as he begun to enjoy it.

He felt her hand push against his jeans and begin rubbing the growing bulge that was waking up from the kiss.

his girl was amazing as he was spin round so his back was pushing into the bushes as she had him pinned there.

Georgia's eyes, which had turned an even darker shade of brown, glinted mischievously as she kissed Dean. She ran her hands up his chest, beneath his shirt, giving his neck a little nip while she did so. Her body pressed against his, and she could easily feel him getting hard through their clothes. "You know, you could get in a lot of trouble if someone caught us like this," she teased, smiling evilly.

Dean smiled down at the young girl. As he whispered.

"What? I'm not doing anything. And they would have to find us first in this damn garden maze."

Dean's hand slid round her waist as his cock became harder in his jeans.

Georgia pressed up against Dean, gasping in surprise as she felt him through his jeans. "So that's your plan? Get me lost in the middle of the maze and have your wicked, wicked way with me?" she taunted him, looking him in the eye. Her nails ran a trail down his chest, finding their way to the waistband of his jeans, where she started slowly undoing the button.

She tilted her face closer to his, kissing him again, nibbling on his lower lip in the process. "Take your jacket off," she said softly.

Dean smiles as she kisses him again. He quickly slides his jacket off as his flask of holy water is inside his jacket pocket.

His jacket falls to the floor as Dean feels his jeans button open and his zipper slip down.