Of Sam and Dean (or Babysitter Tickles)

Ch.1: Undercover tickles

In the quiet suburban house, nestled amidst the tranquility of a tree-lined street, a unique dynamic unfolded between two souls who inhabited its walls. Dean, a young and reserved young man, found himself in the throes of a transformative stage in his life. His final year of school beckoned, bringing with it a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Dean had always been a shy and introverted person, but with the onset of his last year in school, he had become even more so. He was of age, and his spirit was already ripening in to a passionate fire; but he still had the complex difficulties that teenage years leave most young people to deal with, alone.

His blonde hair, tousled with youthful energy, framed an athletic frame that exuded a sense of vibrant strength. As a gifted swimmer, his physique possessed a sculpted grace, an understated beauty akin to that of a lion, both majestic and spirited. Yet, despite his outward magnetism, Dean carried himself with an air of awkwardness that often plagued the teenage years. For he had in recent months come into a more mature stage of his life; a young man he was already, but he still felt like an awkward teenager most of the time.

Unbeknownst to many, Dean harbored a secret passion for literature and art, realms of expression that offered solace and escape from the confines of his school environment. He possessed a poetic soul, his words intricately woven with profound emotions and hidden depths. However, in a school environment where sports and business reigned supreme, his poetic inclinations remained hidden, known only to the pages of his journals and the silent whispers of his heart. Academic excellence shone through in the subjects he pursued, showcasing his intellectual prowess, but his literary aspirations remained a clandestine affair. And so, Dean ventured through his school days, an enigma to those around him, bearing the weight of unshared passions.

Dean's parents were often away on business trips in the recent months, and so they had recently appointed a housekeeper to take care of the house and keep an eye on their son. Sam was a petite, beautiful brunette of Irish descent, a few years older than Dean, and very intelligent. She worked as a housekeeper to pay for her studies, where she was majoring in literature, with a particular focus on medieval works.

Only a few years older than Dean, Sam was a beacon of intelligence, treading the fine line between academic pursuit and the responsibilities of maintaining the house. Her chosen field of study, literature, beckoned her towards the rich tapestry of medieval tales, capturing her imagination and guiding her towards a deeper understanding of the human experience.

Alone in the house, with Dean's parents absent on their respective ventures, Sam assumed the role of caretaker and guardian, a presence of kindness and compassion in Dean's solitary world. She noticed the loneliness that lingered in his eyes, the weight of solitude that burdened his spirit. And so, she navigated the delicate dance of caretaking, seeking to make Dean feel comfortable while respecting the boundaries of his introverted nature.

Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of intimidation in her presence. His shyness, like an invisible barrier, kept him at a distance, inhibiting his ability to fully engage with the warmth and kindness that she exuded. Nevertheless, Sam persisted in her efforts, a steady presence that offered solace amidst the quietude of the house. They got along very well, and although Dean was not able to fully show his true and rich nature, he did confide much of his day to day in Sam.

In the quiet moments when the house was still and their duties momentarily put aside, Dean found himself silently observing Sam as she delved into the world of medieval literature. He marveled at her dedication and passion for her studies, often catching glimpses of her lost in the pages of ancient texts, her eyes sparkling with intellectual curiosity.

He understood the sacrifices she made, devoting herself to her studies and shouldering the responsibilities of tending to the house. It was a demanding lifestyle that left little time for socializing or building connections outside of their small world: The long hours spent working in the household and attending classes at night meant she had little time for a social life.