Who:Dean Winchester Wesson and NPC college girl What:Father Dean fights temptation When:Wednesday, Nov 15, 2006. A few hours before lunch Where:In the confessional Status:COMPLETE Rating:PG-13
“Bless me father, for I have sinned, it has been…three months since my last confession.”
Father Dean Wesson cleared his throat, and watched as the pretty blonde squirmed through the decorative screen dividing the confessional.
“Actually…” She admitted guiltily, “Maybe it’s been more like six or seven months.” She was a college girl, and he knew what to expect. While that age group didn’t come in quite as often as the mischievous children dragged in like clockwork by concerned parents, or the faithful older women who confessed earnestly to the most mundane of sins, they did come in occasionally. Normally somewhere between three to six months after school started he would see one or two guilt ridden souls coming in wearing short skirts and designer sunglasses to confess having impure thoughts about a professor or, tragically, losing their virginity after overindulging in alcohol and sinning over and over again. It was regrettable, and yet predicable and preventable. If these young women did not allow themselves to become so enamored with liquor, the advances of the pimple faced college boys would not seem so appealing.
“Father?” Her voice was soft, and she seemed uncertain, reluctant to go on and confess her sins. Perhaps it was his age. Father Angus Young often insisted that his young age and good looks could be a hindrance in this line of work, making some see him as a child, or worse, as a temptation. Perhaps he should refer this young girl to Father Young…after all, with his sparse gray hair he wouldn’t be a stumbling block to sin for anyone. No, he decided. He would help this child. She needed guidance, she was lost, and he decided long ago that his lot in life was to look for lost sheep such as this one, and lead them back to the flock. It was his job, but, what’s more, it was his calling.
“Go ahead, my child. I’m listening.”
“I have had…impure thoughts.” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “About my sister Samantha’s boyfriend. I have sacrificed my studies to stay out all night at this bar and last night I even flashed some drunk guy.” Her voice was barely audible now. “I flashed him for these really cheap beads…” She continued, her still girlish voice quivering with fear and shame as she told the rest of the predictable story. She had lost her virginity a month ago and things had gone downhill since then. Some vulture of an older man came breezing in with a leather jacket, an impressive set of wheels and a pocket full of pick up lines, and in his wake the innocent school girl was gone and classes were forgotten in favor of all night escapades, partying and lewd behavior.
His heart ached for her. It was always so distressing to see naïve young girls led astray. His anger boiled at the mention of the man who led to her sacrificing her studies, her morals, her upbringing…well, even he was not sinless, and the occasional angry thought made him human. There was so much that separated him from the rest of his flock. Dean was a thirty year old virgin who drank nothing stronger the wine used during Eucharist. He struggled every day to keep his thoughts and actions pure. He did not often watch television because seeing all of the filth and violence on channel after channel made him sad. He did not date, and the highlight of his week was looking at a car magazine after mass was already planned on Friday night.
However, he was still quite human. He was prone to temptation, and when the teary eyed girl looked up at him from beneath her wet eyelashes, he was tempted. Her hair was all wrong, but there was something in her face, something broken that reminded him of another time, another place, but oddly one he couldn’t put his finger on. Her face was pretty, but that wasn’t it either. It was as though she was not the one he remembered, but there was the faintest ghost of remembrance in her of someone else…
Dean shook his head. It was ridiculous, and developing feelings for the girl who was only a symbol of someone he had never met. It didn’t make sense, it was likely just something out of a dream that had tempted him, one he had blocked away entirely, and it was only adding to the laundry list of sins he was going to have to confess to Angus later. With a soft sigh, he gave the woman her penance and watched in relief as she scrambled away. The temptation gone, Dean waited a moment then slowly left the confessional.
I need a drink.
“Where did that come from?” Dean asked out loud. “I don’t drink. I need…water.” Even as the words left Dean’s mouth, he knew water wasn’t what he was craving. He wanted…liquor. And a greasy burger, pie and video games played with a dark headed kid whose vocabulary was terrible and..
“Water.” Dean insisted firmly. “Water that I won’t overindulge in.” Dean closed his eyes firmly, trying to clear his head, but instead the most odd thing of his life happened. Somewhere in his head he heard a femine voice moan, panting and then…
”Yes…God yes, DEAN!”
Dean’s eyes flew open. Trying to clear his head wasn’t working at all. Maybe Angus had a point. He’d let the older priest handle these young college girls in confession, if not for their sake, then for his own. Hearing tales of sex and debauchery was too much for him when he still had the testosterone of a very capable thirty year old running through his veins.
Forget water, Dean decided. He needed to go read the word. He needed to pray and discuss giving Angus the young girl’s confessions and then he’d go and have a moderate lunch. He shook his head. Why was today so difficult? Everything felt off and wrong and temptation was harder than ever. Yesterday hadn’t been this hard, had it?
Strangely, Dean couldn’t remember. “I. Need. To. Pray.” Each word came with a great deal of effort, as though he was fighting the urge to say something else. Shaking his head, Dean knelt down and started trying to sort out his own very flawed heart and mind.
He was, after all, only human.
[OOC: Sorry, forgot to add, I don't know much about Catholics. I'm not trying to offend anyone, and the only aid I have in figuring out things for poor Dean is Wiki. No offense intended!]