A/N: I wrote this story because I wanted to read some good Dalex (aka Dean/Alex) fanfiction. There's a lot of Jalex stories out there, and well a lot of them are well written, that couple just doesn't fly with me (no offense to anyone who likes Jalex, I completely respect that) because I have a brother and well, that would be ew times ten if I fell in love with him. Sooo ... I decided to write this. Dean/Alex is a pretty cute couple. It may not be the best work you've ever seen, but I'll try. By the way, this is rated T, and please don't flame. If you don't like it, don't read it, and if you like it, then please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own WOWP or any characters. I only own the plot.

P.S. Just so everyone knows, Alex is seventeen in this story. And yes, I got the title of this story from Faith Hill's song. And yes, I know that song is actually a song for Christmas and it's about Mary, but I think it has a double meaning, for all teen moms out there.

P.P.S. This story is kind of AU, like Alex is a wizard still, but she doesn't use her powers too often. And she acts different than she does on the show, just because I personally find her character on the show very hard to write. At least in a story like this with such a serious plot but ... I'll do my best. (=

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Thick, deep, dark brown curls cascaded down Alex Russo's back as she let her hair fall for the upteenth time. She couldn't decide what to do with it. Up – she lifted it into a ponytail again – or down? She let it fall and groaned with frustration, glancing at the clock. She only had 10 minutes until Dean was supposed to be here, and Dean was always early, which meant she only had 6 minutes until Dean was here. And Alex had to be downstairs to answer the door because heaven forbid Max answer it – or worse, Jerry. So really, she only had 3 and a half minutes. And that was not a suitable time frame for Alex – but what could she do?

With a final sigh, Alex made her decision. She hastily threw her hair up into a messy side ponytail, casually sliding a thin blue headband over it. Then she dusted her cheeks with a light coating of blush, and swiped on some pink lipgloss. Finally, she took a few steps back to give herself a once over. Skinny jeans, a simple, but cute, camisole, a long grey cardigan, and, to finish off the look, some cute black boots. Yes, she was ready.

She walked down the stairs slowly – she never wanted to appear too anxious – and then took a seat on the couch, lazily picking up an old magazine that sat on the coffee table as she always did.

"Don't stay out too late," her dad began his lecture, and Alex pretended to listen, like always. "Be back by midnight. Don't do anything stupid. Remember, Alex, you can always say no..."

It sounded like blah, blah, blah to her, but she nodded anyways.

Her Mom came in. "You look beautiful honey," she said, like always. Max walked by, and threw a raisin at her head. Alex ducked it, as usual.

Then the doorbell rang and Alex answered it. She smiled and waved goodbye, ushering Dean out the door before her dad could change his mind about the curfew again.

It seemed like a pretty normal Saturday night – at the time.

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Dean's car was cool and refreshing, and Alex rolled down the window a few inches as they cruised along through some small neighborhood roads.

Suddenly, her cellphone rang blasting out a dance song. "Sorry," she said to Dean, who was glancing over at her, trying to hide a smile. She flipped open her phone.

"Alex!" Came the excited voice of her best friend, Harper over the phone, "Guess what?"

"Umm..." Alex said, leaning casually against the armrest and twirling a curl that had came out of her ponytail with her finger. "What?"

"Jordan called me!" Alex bolted upright.

"No!" She said, genuinely surprised. Jordan was Harper's new crush ever since Justin had left for college last summer. "What did he say?"

"Get this," Harper said, "You won't believe it," she took a deep breath, "He called me about," she paused for dramatic effect, "The math homework." She started squealing and Alex held the phone away from her ear while Dean winced.

Once Harper's frantic cries of happiness ceased, Alex put the phone back to her ear. "Can I call you back?" She asked.

"Oh," Harper said knowingly, "You're on a date with Dean, huh?"

"Yea," Alex answered bluntly.

"Where are you going?"

"I dunno," Alex turned to Dean. "Hey Dean, where are we going?"

He shrugged. "A party. That okay Russo?"

"Sure," Alex flashed him a smile, then spoke into the phone. "We're going to a party."

"Oh," Harper said, "Well, have fun – wait, not too much fun," Alex rolled her eyes, "And then –" Harper gasped. "Oh no, you're not going to Andrew Levin's party are you?"

"I dunno, hold on, I'll ask."

"Dean, who's party?"

Dean appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Andrew what-'s-his-face, starts with an L..."

"Andrew Levin?" Alex supplied.

"Yea, that guy."

"Cool," she spoke into the phone again, "Yep, that's the one."

Harper groaned. "Alex, I heard there's going to be ... alcohol at that party."

"So?" Alex snorted. "What's a little booze?"

Harper gasped. "Alex! You wouldn't ..."

"Of course not, but I'm still gonna go to the party and have some fun. You know, dance, whatever it is people do."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you Alex. And make sure you have a designated driver, and you can always say no, and – "

Alex laughed. "Have you been talking to my dad lately?"

"Well, yes, but that's besides the point. Make sure never to leave your drink unattended, and – "

"Bye Harper," Alex hinted.

"Oh alright, bye Alex. Be safe." Alex snapped the phone shut and stuffed it back into her jeans pocket.

Dean looked over at her uncertainly. "We can go somewhere else, Alex, if you want ..." he trailed off awkwardly.

"No," Alex stated, "I've been to parties before, you know that."

"I know, it's just – nevermind." And so they drove the last few blocks in silence, with the exception of the radio.

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It was hot. And stuffy – not like Dean's car at all. At least a hundred or more bodies packed into the house. A hundred or more drunk bodies. People pushed up against Alex as she and Dean squirmed their way inside.

The music blasted in Alex's ears, and she headed over to the dance floor flocked with all sorts of people. She blended in easily, finding her way into the middle of the crowd, and pulling Dean behind her. They danced for a while, but Alex soon found she was bored and tired. And thirsty.

"I'm gonna go get a drink. Want me to get you one too?" She yelled over the music.

"Sure," Dean said, "Get me whatever." She nodded and quickly left, her slim body sliding around the people in the crowd.

There was a bar set up in the corner of the room. She walked up and looked at the menu. Everything was either beer, or some shots. No water, no punch, no soda.

"You don't have any soda, do you?" She asked.

The bartender laughed. "Of course not. What'll it be?" He asked.

"Umm," she stared at the menu, unsure. "How about two of those?" She asked, pointing at something random.

The man raised his eyebrows. "You sure? That stuff is strong for such a small girl like you."

"I can handle it, thanks." Alex said, and against her better judgement, she grabbed the two cups, and made her way back out onto the dance floor. She had only walked a few steps when a voice surprised her.

"Alex Russo? Is that you?" She turned and found herself face to face with Riley – she hadn't seen him since the end of freshman year when he had moved to Chicago. Plus, he was a grade ahead of her; which meant he was in college now.

"What're you doing back in New York? At a high school party?" she asked, ignoring the introductions.

He grinned cheekily. "I was in town, and I heard about the party. Thought I'd stop by." His eyes grazed over her, making her feel self-conscious. "You sure look hot tonight."

"Uh, thanks," she said unsurely, suddenly realizing how different and older Riley looked.

"Want to dance?" he asked, stepping closer. Alex stepped back automatically.

"No thanks, I got to get back to my – uh – boyfriend."

"Oh," he said, not seeming bothered by it. "That's cool. Wanna meet up later tonight? Your boyfriend doesn't have to know."

Alex shook her head. "Sorry," she said, not really felling sorry, "I can't."

"Why not? Scared he's gonna find out? You know you can't resist me."

Alex snorted. "Hardly," she said, and he grinned cockily, suddenly closing the space between them in two long strides.

"What do you say?" he whispered huskily, and Alex felt scared for one of the few times in her life. She wished she could use a spell, but she couldn't risk revealing her magic. There were too many people here.

"I don't think – "

"Get away from my girlfriend," Dean's voice said, suddenly right behind her. His arms slipped around her waist easily, and she felt herself relax into them; she was safe.

Riley stepped back. "It's cool man," he said, "We were just talking. Right Alex?" His eyes bore into hers; she didn't like it.

"Uh.." she said unsurely.

"That's not what it looked like to me," Dean said. "It looked like you were harassing her, and I don't stand for people harassing my girlfriend."

Riley snorted. "I wasn't 'harassing' her. If anything, she was all over me."

Alex's mouth dropped open. "I was not!" she contradicted.

Riley grinned. "Maybe you weren't. Maybe that's just what I would like to think."

"Pervert," Alex muttered under her breath.

"You stay away from my girlfriend, you hear?" Dean said.

Riley shook his head. "If I wanna get up close and personal with Alex, then I can; it's a free country."

Dean's eyes turned hard, and he gently pushed Alex behind him. "Listen up – "

Riley cut him off. "You wanna take this outside?" He grinned, clearly enjoying himself.

"Yea, I do. Let's settle this out front," he turned to Alex, "You stay here with our drinks Russo, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer, but turned and started to follow Riley.

Alex pulled on his sleeve, stopping him. "Dean, don't. You're gonna get in trouble."

"Trouble is my middle name."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Please, Dean. Don't go. Stay. We'll dance or something."

"Yea, Dean," Riley taunted. "Stay and dance with your girlfriend." Dean suddenly made to lunge towards Riley, but Alex stepped in front.

"Don't," she said, "I know Riley, and he doesn't fight fair."

Riley grinned, and Dean looked ready to strangle him.

"Please," Alex continued. "For me?"

Dean stood still for a minute. "Fine. Let's go, Alex." And he pulled her back out onto the dance floor, and taking his drink, he quickly downed it. Alex, not sure what to do, drank all of hers too. Moments later, she started to feel a bit light headed and care free. She wrapped her arms around Dean and leaned up to kiss him.

"Let's get another drink," she whispered after kissing him. He nodded, and they stumbled over to the bar.

"Two more of whatever it was I got before," Alex said, giggling a bit, and pulled herself up onto a stool. Dean slid into a stool next to hers, scooting as close to her as he could, and wrapped one arm around her waist. The bartender raised an eyebrow, but slid over their drinks, which they both downed.

A few cups later and they were back on the dance floor. Alex was kissing him and suddenly she knew what was going to happen tonight.

"Dean," she whispered in his ear, "Dean, I want you."

"I want you too, Russo." They kissed again, and stumbled their way off the dance floor and into one of the spare rooms.

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A/N: I'll spare any further details because I think we all get the picture. I already have the next couple of chapters written, so review please? And maybe a new chapter will come sooner than you anticipate.

P.S. On my profile, you can find a link to Alex's clothes in this chapter. (=

xoxo, ashleybee