Hey everyone! Sorry for taking so long, but I wanted to make this one the best I could! (I don't really like how it turned out, but I'm hoping you will!) Thank you all so much for the reviews, it means a lot to me. A whole lot. So, thank you, and please review!

I do not own Supernatural. But I do own Stage, and she's going to kick your ass, for making me say I don't own the show, or the boys!

P.S I know I didn't do Dean very well! (Go easy on me!)

D.P.O.V.

"-And that is all for today class." Mrs. Ritter told everyone as the bell rang.

"There really is a God out there!" I said loudly. Mrs. Ritter, I'm just gonna call her, let's go with… Anne. Anne pulled her glass off her nose and looked at me with old green eyes.

"Did you find something boring about my class, Mr. Winchester?" she questioned. She had to be at least 100. I don't know how she's still here. I pushed my lips.

"No sweetheart, I found your class inspiriting." I smirked at her.

"It's Mrs. Ritter Mr. Winchester, and thank you." she told me in a hard voice. Most of everyone was out of the room so I grabbed my books and got up sighing.

"Dean!" I cursed in my head as I heard that voice. I turned around and saw the blonde cheerleader. She had been cornering me all week. But I couldn't blame her, I mean, who wouldn't, right?

"Becky," I nodded at her.

"So, like, I was wondering if you like, might want to go out tonight?" she played with a piece of her hair. I found it annoying, unlike when Stage does that with her long dark hair. I looked down at her.

"That's nice and all, but I told you, I'm not interested." I told her, trying to move pass her without having to move her. We were the only two people left in the room.

"But, I'm head cheerleader! Everyone's interested in me!" she told me in a girly, bubble gum voice.

"Yeah, well, you can move me from that list." I stepped around her, and walked toward the door. She jumped in front of me and closed the door before I could get there. I looked at her shocked.

"What the hell are you doing?" I put my books on some desk and she walked toward me.

"Come on Dean, all the guys want me. All the girls want to be me." I started backing up. She was going all freaky, and I couldn't just push pass her. She was still a girl. I Mean, she wasn't bad looking, she might even be a pretty good-looking good if she took off most of her make-up and went easy on the perfume. But I had Stage, and she was more then enough for me.

"Look Becky, I already have a girlfriend." I told her. She rolled her brown eyes.

"So?"

"So it's a no." I told her turning around and walking to the door again. She grabbed my arm and pulled me around to face her.

"No one says no to me, Dean Winchester." her voice was high, I started backing up but she kept her hands on my arms. Okay, this was going just a little bit too far…

"Come on Dean, we can do it here, there's no one here. Just the two of us." she whispered.

"Look, I'm sure you're a nice…person, and all, but I already have a girlfriend, who I really care about."

"No one has to know," she put my hands on her hips, and I stood there awkwardly.

"I would know. And I can't do that to Stage," I started to pull my hands away and then froze as I felt her lips on mine. I was frozen in shocked. It felt wrong. By the time I had come to senses with what was happing, pushed her off of me, not caring that she was a girl anymore.

"What the hell Becky?!" I whipped at my mouth and she smirked at me.

"Still felt the same need to stay with your Bitch?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Stage is anything but a Bitch, and you should know just by looking at yourself." I hissed at her. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"I told you I had a girlfriend and you still raped my mouth! Stage would've never done something like that to anyone, and that's what I like about her." she still looked shocked.

"You can't actually care someone like her, I mean, I'm heard cheerleader!" I smirked at her.

"Yeah, I do care about her, hell, I care about her more then anyone will ever know! And nothing you do or say can ever chance that, so go look for some football players, maybe they're care about you being head cheerleader and all." I grabbed my books and pulled the door open stepping into the now still hallway.

Oh shit. Are pretty much the only thoughts running through my mind. If Becky kissed me, then why do I feel like I've just cheated on Stage? I rubbed a hand over my eyes. I couldn't help it if everyone had to have a piece of me. I walked down the hallway looking for Stage. I frowned when I noticed the door to her trig class was closed, and no one was in the room. My next guess would be the Impala. As I walked outside, most of the people there were staring at me.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" I hissed at them as I walked to my beloved car. Stage wasn't there either. I frowned, landing on the hood of the Impala. Where the hell is she? A rain drop fell on my cheek and I wiped it off.

"Hello," I looked up, and saw a small girl with dark hair and eyes to match.

"Look, now's not a good time." I wasn't trying to be rude, but I couldn't keep the annoyance, out of my voice.

"I was just going to tell you that if you were looking for the girl you're always with, she left about ten minutes ago." I got off of the car and looked at her.

"What do you mean she left?" she looked down and I noticed I must have been scaring her.

"Umm, I saw-saw her walking out of the lot, She was alone." she told me slowly. I didn't know what to think.

"Did you see which way she went?" I questioned. She nodded and pointed down the street.

The motel. Why wouldn't she wait for me?

"She looked really upset." I frowned.

"Thanks…"

"Hannah," she smiled.

"Hannah, thanks." I walked around the Impala, and got in. something shinny on the floor caught my eye. I leaned over and picked it up. Stage's ring, I frowned. What the hell is going on? What is it doing on the floor? Better yet, why is it off her finger? I stared at the small silver band for a moment then put it in my pocket. I turned the car on and pulled out of the parking lot. Driving down the road I then saw a girl with long black hair, in jeans and a pink t-shirt walking in the rain without a jacket. Stage, I slowed down and pulled the car to the side of the road.

S.P.O.V.

I walked with my arms wrapped around myself and tears running down my face. It was raining, so I didn't know how much was water and how much was my tears. Sobs still came from me as I walked with my head down; I didn't even notice the cold. I heard a car behind me, but kept walking.

"Stage!" I froze when I heard his voice.

"Stage!" he called me again. I turned around and saw him running over to me.

"What the hell are you doing? You're going to get sick!" he yelled at me, as he took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. I then felt anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Kissing some slut one minute, and then acting like he cares the next. So I did the only thing that was on my mind. I pulled my hand back and punched him right on his jaw. Hard. He didn't see it coming, and stumbled back.

"What the hell was that for?!" he yelled. I glared at him.

"As if you don't know, Dean!" I pushed him and he grabbed onto me.

"Let me go!" I screamed at him.

"Not until you tell me what all this is about!" I pulled out of his lock and looked at him.

"I saw you Dean; I saw you and that slut. Don't play me like I'm stupid!" I cried. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, didn't think I'd find out did you, Dean? How could you do that to me?!" I yelled at him, the rain coming down harder now.

"Stage-" I cut him off by hitting my hands on his chest.

"How could you Dean? What have I ever done to make you do something like that to me?" I couldn't take the pain anymore and fell to my knees sobbing.

"Just tell me Dean, what have I ever done but love you?" I cried out, not being able to take the pain any longer. I felt Dean pull me up off the ground.

"Stage, I swear, it wasn't what it looked like." Dean plead with me. I shook my head.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" I looked at him with doubt clear in my eyes. I watched as the rain ran from his hair down to his face.

"It's the truth, Stage! I would never do that to you!" he yelled.

"She kissed me!"

"That's what they all say!" I yelled at him. Having to push my wet hair out of my eyes, did he really believe I was that dumb?

"Stage, this is me we're talking about, I wouldn't do that to you! Look me in the eyes, tell me if I'm lying to you then!" I shook my head at him.

"You just have to trust me!" he yelled over the sound of the rain hitting the wet earth.

"And why is that?!" I yelled.

"Because,"

"Because why?" I screamed.

"Because, I love you!" I froze and looked at him with shocked eyes, blinking the water out of them.

"You what?" he looked frozen in his place as well.

"I said, I love you Stage." he told me loudly. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. The three words he had spoken ran through my mind.

"And you didn't kiss the slut?" I wanted to make sure. He shook his head, his face wet from the rain. I pushed myself into him, and pushed my hands into his hair and kissed him with my all. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me even closer to himself. When I had to come up for air,

"I love you, too." I told him, I then grabbed onto his face and kissing him again. I fell him smile against my lips.

"I'm sorry about hitting you." I told him softly as I rested my forehead against his. He smirked with his eyes still closed.

"It was a good throw." I laughed lightly and kissed him again. We stood there for sometime just making out in the rain. Until Dean pulled away,

"Come on, you don't wanna get sick." he told me as he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the Impala. He opened the passenger door for me, and I jumped in. he closed the door and ran around the front on the car to get in. the car was still running, and I saw just how hard it was raining. When he got in I turned around in my seat, pushing my arms thought the arm holds on his jacket.

"I'm sorry about running off and thinking you would do those things to me Dean." I told him quietly. He looked at me with green eyes, and grabbed my face between his hands. How could I have thought he would ever do something like that to me? Well, in my defense, it did look pretty bad, from where I was standing.

"It's okay Stage; I know what it must have looked like." I nodded. He ran his thumbs over my cheeks.

"Hey, no crying." he told me softly. I then noticed that I must have been crying but the rain had taken my mind away from the tears.

"I thought you… I thought you-" I broke off not being able to get the words out. He nodded and put his forehead against mine again.

"I know Stageie. I know, and I'll never do that to you. Ever." he promised me. I nodded and kissed his soft lips. We drove to the motel, and ran inside as to not get any wetter then we already were. I started laughing, as I pushed my wet hair out of my eyes. Dean closed the door, and I pulled his too-big jacket off of myself and throw it on the bed. I was soaking wet, from head to toe. I laughed some, and turned around in time to see Dean pull his wet shirt from over his head. I stared at him for a second and then pulled my wet shirt over my head and off my still wet body. I was left in my Lace Satin Corset, and black skinny jeans. Dean stared at me, frozen from his place in front of the bed. I started walking over to him.

"Stage," he whispered, as I stood in front of him. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him down to bring my lips to his. I then ran my tongue over his bottom lip, and he quickly let me have what I wanted. I started to push him back into the bed; his legs hit the back of it. He broke away from my lips, and pulled his mouth away from mine.

"Stage," he whispered again. I pushed him back onto the bed; I then leaned over him, and rubbed my hands over his tone body, and over his chest.

"Stage," he looked at me with unsure eyes. I smiled at him.

"It's okay Dean," I kissed him. I put my hands on his cheeks.

"It's okay," I smiled as I kissed him again. I loved him, and he loved me. I wanted this. I wanted him, and I wanted to show him how much I loved him. He wrapped his arms around me and flipped me onto my back, leaning over me. He looked down at me with concerned green eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked me. I smiled at him, and kissed him again.

"I love you, Dean." I whispered against his lips. I felt him smile, as he ran his fingers up and down my bare arms.

"You want this?" I nodded.

"I want you." he smirked, and roughly pushed his lips to mine. I moaned and ran my hands down his bare back, and moved my lips with his. I pulled away as he kissed down my neck, and to my collarbone. He stopped what he was doing and looked down at me. I looked at him confused.

"What?" I began to worry I did something wrong somehow. He shook his head, his hand moved to my neck.

"You're beautiful." he told me softly. I blushed, and he began kissing me again. I then remembered something important and stopped what I was doing. Dean froze and stopped what he was doing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry clear in his voice.

"Do you…?" I trailed out unjustly. He smirked and nodded his head.

"Eighteen here." I frowned at him. Did he think he could just get me in bed that easily? His eyes widen some at the sight of my annoyed. He sighed.

"My dad wanted me to have them, in case something like this happened." I blushed. Great, John thought we were having sex, and now we were about too!

"Look, we don't have to do anything you don't want too." Dean told me. I saw the truth behind his words in his eyes. He would really still love even if we didn't do anything. I smiled at him.

"Dean Winchester, you just made me what to do It." he smirked at me and pushed his lips softly to mine.

**********

I lay with my head on Dean's hard chest, and the sheets pulled over us. Dean rubbed his fingers up and down my spin. I looked up at Dean and saw a half smirk, half smile on his handsome face. I hit his shoulder lightly.

"Don't say anything." I mumbled, blushing slightly. He laughed quietly.

"What? You act like I'm gonna make some joke." he shook with quite laugher. I kept my head down, blushing.

"Hey," he said softly, as he turned onto his side.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worriedly.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"Stage." he moved my hands from my blushing face and looked at me with worried eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong. Did I…hurt, you?" his eyebrows frowned, and a dark shallow hung over his face. I shook my head.

"No, God no Dean, it was great, I just, I mean," I broke off getting lost in my words.

"What?" he questioned again.

"Just tell me I wasn't that bad." I blushed, at least ten shades of red. He looked shocked and I got worried.

"Oh God, I'm awful!" I cried covering my face with my hands again.

"What? No, no you weren't." Dean told me quickly, pulling my hands from my face.

"Look at me." I opened my blue-gray eyes and looked into his green ones.

"It was perfect. You are perfect." he told me. I smiled looking down. He was the perfect one. How could I even think he could do those things to me? I swear, when I get my hands on that bitch... There is going to be hell to pay. I put my hand over my mouth to cover a yawn, and I felt Dean's arms tighten around me.

"You can go to sleep. Sammy won't be back 'till late." Dean whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. I nodded, laying my head back on his chest.

"Don't let me sleep too long." I warned him sleepily. He pushed my hair away from my face, and ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

"I won't." he whispered. I nodded.

"Thank you, Dean." I whispered to him.

"For what?" he asked me confused.

"For letting me love you." I heard him take a deep breath, then felt his arms give me a tight squeeze.

"I love you." he whispered into my hair. I smiled. I don't think I would ever get tired of hearing that.

"I love you too, Dean Winchester."

*******

I got dressed in dark-wash skinny jeans, and my black shirt and open vest. I put on my black eyeliner, and black fingerless gloves. I looked in the bathroom mariner and smiled. Dean had said he loved me and meant it. I couldn't be happier. I then remembered what we had done, and blushed. Sammy had come back late with a dreamy look on his face and in his eyes. Needless to say his date had gone well. I was glad he was in that stage of mind as to not pay as much attention to Dean and I.

"Are you okay in there?" I heard Dean ask from outside the door. My heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat, and called out again.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." I looked myself over in the mirror one more time and then opened the bathroom door. Sam walked passed me and into the bathroom, then closed the door. I looked at Dean and he smirked at me. I looked down smiling.

"Hey," I mumbled, walking over to him. I heard him laugh quietly.

"Hey." he tipped my head up and placed a soft kiss to my lips. I pulled away smiling.

"Um, Here." he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. My ring, I frowned.

"Sorry about that. I just saw you and Becky, and I was pissed, and wasn't thinking, and-"

"-Its okay." he told me. Cutting me off,

"But next time, if you ever see something like that, just come to me first and I'll tell you the truth. Okay?" I nodded.

"But 'till then," he took my left hand, and put the ring on my ring finger.

"I don't wanna see this ring off your finger, okay?" I smiled and kissed him.

"I promised."

"Can you guys please take a steep away from each other?" I heard Sam ask. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him.

"It's not like nothing happened between you and Zoey, I saw the way you came in here last night." I told him. He blushed.

"Shut up." Dean laughed at him.

********

We were sitting at lunch, and Sam was talking to Zoey who was sitting with us. I smiled at them, as I turned around on my seat, I winced slightly, but Dean saw it.

"You okay?" I nodded.

"Just a little sore," I whispered. He frowned.

"You said I didn't hurt you." I sighed.

"It hurts everyone their first time, Dean." I told him quietly. I heard him sigh, and I looked around the room. My eyes narrowed, and I got up.

"Excused me for a moment," I told everyone at the table.

"Stage?" I heard Dean call me from the table as I walked away. I walked across the lunch room, and right up to the table of laughing cheerleaders. I tapped the blonde on her left shoulder, when she turned around in her seat, her smile went away and she smirked.

"Can I help you?" I smiled sweetly at her.

"You can start by telling me what the hell you were doing kissing my boyfriend." she rolled her eyes and stood up. I was still taller then her, and she had to look up to me.

"He kissed me." I glared at her.

"Yeah, like I'd really believe that. Something tells me he wasn't the first one you've tried to take." she glared at me.

"What do you want? Bitch," I smiled at her, turning my head to one side then looking back at her. The room had gotten quiet, with me walking over to the cheerleaders; everyone was waiting to see what I had to say.

"Oh, I'm the bitch? Because you pretty much scream Bitch. And a lot of other things too, Becky," Her little friends all gasped at me.

"He wanted it. I could see it in his eyes, and we all know I'm a hell of a lot better then you." I glared at her.

"Don't go near my boyfriend, don't look at my boyfriend, hell, don't even think, of my boyfriend. Got it?" I hissed at her. She smirked.

"Make me." I pulled my fist back, and punched her right in the nose. She grabbed onto her nose screaming.

"You broke my nose! You bitch!" she screamed at me.

"Stay the hell away from my boyfriend, you slut!" I screamed at her, as blood came from between her hands as she held onto her nose.

"Stage!" I heard my name being called. I then felt myself being grabbed, and looked to see Dean.

"Stage, what the hell?" I looked at him, and saw him looking shocked, yet, amused.

"What is going on here?!" I heard a voice shout. I looked to see our Bio teenager.

"That crazy bitch broke my nose!" Becky screamed, crying at the same time, as some of her friends tried to comfort her.

"Miss Carter!" I closed my eyes tightly when he started yelling.

"Principal's office, Now." he pointed his finger out of the lunch room.

"Oh, come on!" Dean exclaimed.

"Would you like to go too, Mr. Winchester?" he asked coldly.

"No, he wouldn't." I gave Dean a look.

"To the office, now, and would someone take Miss Artery to the nurse?" I pulled Dean's arm off of me.

"I'll be back later." I told him.

"Stage-"

"-I'll see you after school." I told him, walking away. I heard him curse.

************

"Miss Carter would you like to tell me what made you punch Miss Artery, in the first place?" the Principal asked me calmly. I sighed.

"She sexually assaulted my boyfriend." I told him. He looked at me shocked.

"That's a big asseveration, Miss Carter." I glared at him.

"Well, it's true."

"If this is so, you should have come here in the first place. Not use violence, on another student." I sighed.

"I'm sorry, can I go now?"

"I tried to call your guardian, but there was no answer."

"He's out of town." I told him, leaning back in my seat.

"When will he be back?"

"Some time this week." he sighed.

"Can't you just give me detection, or something?" I asked him calmly. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry Miss Carter, but we do not put up with this kind of behavior. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to give you a suspension." I shot up in my seat.

"What?!"

"Miss Carter, please. It will only be for a few days." I sighed.

"I'm not even going to be here that long." I told him. He frowned.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing," I grabbed my bag and got up.

"Can I go now?"

"It's only a few days Miss Carter; I believe you're a good kid, maybe you just have a lot build up. You can always talk to one of our counselors." I tried not to roll my eyes.

"No thank you, Sir." He nodded.

"Stay out of trouble Miss Carter." I sighed.

"I will." I walked out of the office and passed the woman behind the desk who looked at me like I was some killer or something. I sighed and kept walking. Was it really worth it? To hit the bitch who tried to take my boyfriend. I felt a smirk fall on my lips.

Oh yeah. It was worth it.

**************

"There's my favorite badass." I opened my eyes and saw Dean walking toward me smirking. I rolled my eyes and slide off the hood of the Impala.

"What'ca get?" I sighed.

"Suspension." his eyes got wide.

"No," I nodded.

"Yeah, all because I pouched the slut." he shook his head.

"I still don't know why you did that." I rolled my eyes.

"Dean, no one messes with me and what is mine. And you Dean Winchester are mine." I told him, grabbing onto the front on his shirt. He smirked.

"It's kinda hot, the way you go all crazy possessive like that." I rolled my eyes.

"You find anything hot, Dean."

"Stage, what did you do that for?" asked a very confused Sam. I had just noticed that he had been with Dean when he had walked up.

"No reason Sammy, she was being bitchy." he rolled his eyes.

"You jumped her, Stage!" I glared at him.

"It wasn't even that bad. And she started it Sam; no one messes with me, and gets away with it. Now, shut up, and get in the car." he mumbled, but got in the car.

"What did she even do?" he asked, as we drove away. When I didn't answer him, Dean, did.

"She kissed me." my fist balled again. Hearing it made me want to punch that bitch, all over again. This time, I would make it harder…

"She kissed you?" Sam asked him, confused.

"Why?" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, look at me." Dean told him.

"Because she's a slut," I told Sam the real reason.

"She's a slut, who tries to mess with other peoples boyfriends, and get away with it. But I am not going to just sit back and let it happen to me. Her and that Liam guy would be perfect together, always messing with me." I told him, angrily.

"Whoa, back up. What do you mean, always messing with you?" Dean questioned. I sighed.

"It's nothing Dean, just a jackass being a jackass." I tried to tell him.

"Stage, did he try something with you?" I rolled my eyes.

"It was nothing Dean; he just had a lot to say, about me… yesterday." I told him slowly. His hands on the wheel tighten.

"Oh, yeah, he also told me to tell you to watch your back."

"He threatened you?" I could see Dean getting angrier by the minute.

"Not really, it was more of a threat toward you…" we pulled into the motel, and I got out.

"I think I can handle him. Now, what did he do?" I sighed.

"It was nothing Dean; I can take care of myself, and he wouldn't even have gotten close enough to hit me-"

"-He tried to hit you?!" I closed my mouth. You did it now, Stage.

"Well, no, not really. I mean, I would've did something before he could; and Nate, was there too-"

"-Nate?" I sighed. I did it again…

"He was just this nice guy who stepped into it. Really Dean, it was nothing." we were inside the motel room by now, and I was pleading with Dean to let it go. Hum, I was doing that a lot lately…

"Stage, if this Liam guy won't leave you alone, I'm just gonna have to have a talk with him." I sighed.

"Dean, for once, don't be the tough guy!"

"Says the one who pouched the girl in the café," I rolled my eyes.

"I thought we went over the fact that she deserved it?" Dean smirked and shook his head.

"Stage, not that, that wasn't really hot to see, but now you got your ass suspended," I rolled my eyes.

"Like I care, really, we're only here for two more days."

"Don't remind me." Sam mumbled.

"Sorry, Sammy," I knew he must be sad to have to leave Zoey.

"I can't wait to be out of here." I mumbled to myself.

**************

"I'm not going." I sighed.

"Come on, Dean, it's only for a few hours, and it's not like I have anything better to do then sit here all day." I told Dean as Sam tried to get him to go to school. I looked at Sam.

"Sam, you get him to go, and keep an eye on him. I don't want that slut, anywhere near him. Okay?" he sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, okay."

"Still here," Dean pointed out. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him.

"Just go, okay? I'll just stay here and do whatever it is people do all day… maybe I'll watch Oprah?" I mused. Dean sighed, and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, Whatever, Let's go." he told Sam as he grabbed his stuff and went out the door. I stared after him.

"Keep-"

"-An eye on him, I know, Stage." Sam cut me off as he grabbed his backpack and went out the door.

"Well, this is fun." I mumbled to myself as I sat down on the bed.

"Now what?"

******

"Oh, that had to hurt!" I yelled to no one as I watched the big woman on the T.V slap her boyfriend. The T.V was small, and didn't pick up anything very well, but it was good enough for me.

"Of course it's yours!" she yelled at him. I put some more popcorn into my mouth as the old guy on the T.V said some calming words to her.

"Okay, the resolves are in…" I sat up straighter and stared at the T.V with wide eyes. I'm a sucker for people's misery. I chuckled to myself.

"Andy, you are…Not, the father!"

"Oh, shit." I laughed as the woman jumped up crying and the man started dancing around.

"I knew it! I knew it!" he yelled, repeatedly. I heard the door to the room open, and heard Sam and Dean mumbling.

"Hey, guys. You should watch this show. It's great!" I started laughing.

"This woman just beat the shit out of this guy, and it turns out the kid wasn't even his!" I yelled out as I watched the T.V laughing.

"That woman isn't the only one beating the shit out of someone…" Sam mumbled. I frowned and looked at them for the first time. I then cursed and jumped off of the sofa.

"Shit, Dean, what happened to your face?" I asked him warily, as I grabbed onto the side of his face, where dry blood laid untouched. He winced.

"Dean got jealous of you, and had to get himself suspension." Sam told me. I looked at Dean confused.

"What did you do?" I asked him in a hard voice, as I pulled him to the sofa, and sat him down.

"Oh, I didn't do anything he didn't deserve." he told me. I rolled my eyes as I got the first aid kit, and a wet towel

"Dean…" I said, seriously.

"What?" he asked in his 'I know I did something I wasn't supposed to do voice.'

"What happened?" I moved the wet towel along the side of his head, and he winced.

"Dean says Liam, and his friends tried to jump him in the hallway after school." Sam told me. I then felt anger, and pushed on the towel more.

"Ow, Stageie," Dean hissed. I sighed.

"Sorry. And then what happened?" I wiped up the last of the dry blood, and went through the first aid kit.

"Nothing, I was just minding my own business, and then that jackass come's out of nowhere, and starts talking shit. But I can honestly say: I did not throw the first punch, Stage." I rolled my eyes. Like that makes it better.

"Just tell me he looks worst then you?" he chuckled until I put some Peroxide on it.

"Shit, that stings."

"Oh, you big Baby," I clicked my tongue at him.

"I would say." Dean smirked.

"Yeah, he looks like shit! He's on the football team? Ha, they must be a bunch of pussies." I rolled my eyes at Dean.

"What happened to you?" I asked softly, as I put a butterfly bandage on the side of his forehead.

"He took a cheap-shot and banged my head into a locker." I winced.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"I know. Why don't we go jack-up his car? We have some sugar, in the kitchen!" I suggested, happily. It worked and he laughed.

"Maybe later," I nodded and placed a kiss on his left cheek.

"No more fighting. Okay?" he grinned at me.

"And no more pouncing on girls, At least, when I'm not there," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, okay."

******

"So, I think my Dad maybe coming back tomorrow." Dean whispered to me, so Sam wouldn't wake. It was well pass one in the morning, and it looked like Sam would be the only on going to school today.

"Really?" he nodded. Sometimes when Sam was asleep, me and Dean would stay up and talk about everything we couldn't when Sam was around.

"Yeah, he called today at school, and said the hunt was as good as done." Dean told me sighing.

"That's good. I just wanna get the hell out of this place." I told him as I leaned into him more. He laughed quietly.

"You and me both," I then sat up in the bed and looked at him with what little light came in through the half, open bathroom door.

"Dean, where do we go after this?" I could barely make out the movement of a frown on his face.

"What do you mean, Stageie?"

"You know, after we're done here. Are we just going to go to another town, and go to some other shity high school, where cheerleader sluts try to take my boyfriend, and stupid football players try to hurt, my boyfriend?" Dean sighed, and sat up on the bed.

"Stage, you know what this life is like. Don't tell me you hate it as much as Sammy?" I sighed.

"No, I don't hate it. I like what we do. I just wish thing's would slow down some, you know?" he nodded.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry Stage. Thing's will slow down sometime." I sighed.

"I just feel like something will happen, and I don't know what." he chuckled.

"Oh, Stageie, you like to freak yourself out over nothing." I sighed. He was right. It was probably nothing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I always am." I rolled my eyes.

"You're lucky you're cute."

*********

With me and Dean, being suspended, we dropped Sam off at school, and spend the day rising hell, and just being teenagers for once. We went to the pool hall, and made easy money, and then went to a movie, and got kicked out for being too loud, and throwing popcorn at people in front of us.

"You know what?" I asked Dean, with a spoon full of ice cream in my mouth.

"Umm?" he replied, as he ate another chip. We were sitting outside a rundown supermarket, in the Impala. We had gone in and gotten as much junk-food that we could fit into our arms,

"This is like, one of the best days ever." I told him, as I took another bite of my ice cream. He smirked.

"I thought you'd like it." I pouted, as he took my ice cream and started eating it.

"Dean, get your own!" I yelled at him. He laughed as he took another bite of my ice cream. I just grabbed a pink snowball, and took a bite out of that.

"We should get suspended more often." he nodded, agreeing with me.

"Here," I held up a blue M&M

"Open up." he opened his mouth, and I through it into it.

"Yes!" I cheered, and he laughed.

"I am good." I put the bag of M&M'S down and looked at my watch.

"Aw, as much as I don't want this to end, we should probably get back to the motel, and wait a little, before picking up Sam." I told him. He sighed, and nodded his head.

"Yeah, you're right."

"I always am." I took his words from him. He rolled his eyes smirking.

*****

"Dean, give me my snowball, now!" I yelled at him as he got out of the car, eating my last snowball.

"No," he told me, as he put it into his mouth.

"Dean, don't make me get ugly."

"You could never be ugly, Stage."

"Don't try to sweet talk me!" I yelled at him as I jumped onto his back. He dropped the snowball out of his mouth and it fell to the ground. I cried out with my hand outstretch toward it.

"No…!" I stayed on Dean's back as he stayed still, and we both stared at the snowball.

"Look what you did Dean! You dropped my snowball!" I yelled into his ear.

"Ow! Yeah, I really don't two ears, Stage." he told me as he grabbed onto the back of my legs to hold me up.

"You owe me a snowball, mister." I told him as he carried me to the door of our room. He smirked.

"I think I have something better…" I laughed as he opened the door, and he let as in.

"It was too easy to get in." I heard a voice say from behind us. We stopped laughing and turned around.

"I could've killed you, by now, if I were a demon." John told us as he got off of the bed he was sitting on. Dean dropped me to my feet, and I looked down.

"Dad, I didn't think you would be back this early." Dean told him. John nodded.

"Finished the hunt earlier then I thought I would. And I didn't think I left you all so careless. The salt-line was pushed around, and anything could have gotten into here." John schooled us.

"And why are you two not at school with Sammy?" I sighed.

"Yeah, about that…" I laughed, nervously.

"We kind of got suspended." I told him closing my eyes quickly.

"You weren't having sex, in the school parking lot, were you?"

"What? No!" I yelled at him, horrified.

"Then its okay." he told us. Me and Dean looked at each other and shrugged.

"Pack your bags. And Sammy's." he told me and Dean.

"Yes, sir." it was best to not question John Winchester when he told you to do something.

"There's a hunt a few states over. We'll start new from there." he told me and Dean, as we left the motel room.

"You go and pick up your brother. I'll follow you to the school." he told Dean as he got into his truck. He had given the Impala to Dean, when he started leaving for hunts, and we needed to get somewhere. Dean nodded and got in the Impala, I did the same.

*****

"How long?" I asked Dean as we walked outside, leaning on the Impala, waiting for Sam to get out.

"I say a week or two."

"I say a month." I told him sighing. It would probably take Sam that long to get over leaving another town. People started coming out of the school, and I saw Sam and Zoey laughing. I frown and looked down. I truly felt bad that he had to leave such a nice girl. Sam saw us and smiled, until he saw John's truck in the background. He then frowned, and spoke a few more words to Zoey, and walked over to us.

"Hey, Sammy-" he walked right pass me, and got into the backseat on the car. Me and Dean sighed, and got in the car. As we were pulling away, Sam looked out the back window at the town we were leaving behind.

What I wanted to leave behind was what Sam wanted to hold close.

Okay guys! I hope you liked this chapter! Yes, there was a "Love scene" it wasn't that bad, was it? I didn't want my story to be all sugar, sugar. I wanted some kick! And if you think a love scene wouldn't have happened right after someone thought the one they love cheated, you're wrong! I kind of got that idea from one of my favorite T.V shows: One Tree Hill. Argg! I love that show! Anyway, Haley and Nathan, get their 'thing on' for the first time, right after they get into this big fight, and then kiss in the rain, and run all the way back to Nate's. Well, yeah, so there! Now, I won't be doing lemons, or whatever, I don't do that. I just wanted to put out there that their relationship has been moved to the next level. And they weren't just doing it to do it. They were making Love! ;) Which I think the world has forgotten about! Well, I hope you liked the chapter; it's always nice to get reviews, so please review!

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