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The Winchester men face another struggle, but this time John's done the damage himself. Can he handle the consequences?
Graduation, it's supposed to be one of the biggest days of your life, so far in my eighteen years it was the biggest day. An important milestone that I've passed, today I will be passing it alone Dad and Dean on their way to a hunt, that couldn't wait another day.
"Sam this thing is killing people. That takes priority over some stupid ceremony, we all know you finished school and that's great, but now it's time to get serious about hunting, it's your job now." That's what dad said 'stupid ceremony' too bad I don't intend on hunting becoming my job. In just shy of three months I'll be leaving for Stanford, I got a full ride, no more fast food, no more shitty motels just a taste of normal. A glimpse of how the other half lives.
"Sam, are you ready to go?" asks Pastor Jim, now standing in the doorway of his spare room. We've been staying here the past six months mainly because dad was laid up with a pretty severe femur break. He had to get two surgeries and has barely been on his feet long enough to be hunting again, but that's dad for you, stubborn as hell and recklessly irresponsible. I sigh well at least Pastor Jim will be there.
"Yeah I guess so," I mumble grabbing my cap and gown hanging on the closet door and giving Jim a tight smile.
"Sam… your dad wanted to-"
I hold up a hand for him to stop, "Pastor Jim it's not a big deal, I mean… it's not like I expected him to stick around for this anyway. He's never really had patience for the school stuff." I shrug it off like it isn't killing me that dad could care less that I'm graduating with honors number three in the class, despite the fact that we hadn't stayed at one school for more than a handful of months. I would have been number two or even number one if it hadn't been for and unfortunate training incident that left me with a concussion and out of school for nearly a week.
I clear my throat before slipping out of the room, past Pastor Jim, "Well lets go, they said parking was gonna be a bear, so we should get there early." Jim seems like he wants to say something, perhaps offer a word of encouragement, but instead he follows me downstairs and we were on our way.
Parents mill around looking for their new graduates, showering them with their congratulations and gifts. I was scanning the mob for Pastor Jim when Becca Marshal came up to me; mortarboard askew, breathless and red faced. "Hey Sam." She smiles at me eyes sparkling. Becca is one of the prettiest in the class if not the school. Her curly hair is a mess, but it only made her look that much better.
"Hi, Becca." I mumble I can only hope I'm not blushing as much as I feel like I am.
She sighs before asking, "So how does it feel to be graduated?" she looks up awaiting my answer.
I chuckle, "Probably the same as you relieved that we survived AP Government." She also gives a quiet laugh, and tucks a wayward curl behind her ear.
"Yeah, who knew foreign policy was so complicated?" we sit there in silence for a beat before she speaks again. "Are you going to the party tonight?"
I run a hand through my shaggy hair and look at the ground, "Um, I don't know-"
"Oh, well I understand that you probably already have plans with your family I was just kind of hoping that maybe after…" Becca amends speaking quickly.
"No it's not like that, I…" I start, but really what was I going to say? Well my family actually didn't even attend my Graduation; nope they felt their presence was more needed a couple states away to dispose of a nasty poltergeist wreaking havoc. And just like, that I was pissed off again, because as usual the hunt always comes first. "You know what, the hell with it, I'll swing by."
Becca's smile grew wider reaching her eyes, "Great well the reason I asked was 'cause … well I was kind of hoping… maybe you want to go with … you know me." A blush to match mine slowly creeps up her face.
"Yeah!" I reply a little too loudly, "I mean yeah, that'd be cool."
"Sam, we need to go I have bible study in an hour," interrupts Pastor Jim.
"Okay, I'll be right there." I tell him.
"So pick me up at like seven and we'll head on over to J.J.'s." Becca instructs, before kissing me on the cheek. "Um okay I'll see you then." She smiles as I follow after Jim and weave my way through the hoard of people.
"So how'd it go?" asks Dean, when he calls, a couple hours later. He and dad were finishing up the ever import hunt turned out to be a simple salt and burn.
"Fine," I reply, keeping my responses short and curt.
"I'm really sorry Sam, I wanted to be there it's just…" he trailed off, not really having an excuse that would make it better.
"No that salt and burn was really important, I couldn't ask you to miss it for something like my graduation, that'd be selfish." I huff.
Dean growls in frustration "Don't be like that Sammy."
"Be like what Dean?"
"Be a moody little bitch, I know you're pissed but let it go move on."
"That's easy for you to say you didn't finish school, I worked really hard for this I didn't just take some stupid test." Now this was a low blow and I knew it. Dean didn't finish school because he got expelled his senior year for fighting, fighting to protect me from some jerk off, with insecurity issues. When I was met with silence on the other end I knew this conversation was pretty much over. "Whatever, listen I gotta go, I'll talk to you later." I mutter, Dean and I say our good byes and I hang up. That hollow ache that's been there ever since dad announced he and Dean wouldn't be attending my graduation seems to throb with pain. Dad picked the hunt over me, now who would have guessed that was going to happen?
Have you ever been so mad at your parents that you just wanted to do something to piss them off, that's pretty much how I feel right now. I feel like sending my dad a big fuck you. And what better way to flip him the bird than… go out and get wasted. I change out of my dress clothes into some jeans, a faded black tee, and my favorite hoodie. I give myself a once over before barreling down stairs. Pastor Jim wouldn't be back for another couple of hours and he normally gives me my space. As long as I check in before it gets too late it shouldn't be a problem.
I can't believe how nervous I am as I walk to Becca's house. The closer I get the more the anticipation builds. I've had the biggest crush on Becca for months and now. When she answers the door she's wearing a white sundress and her curly hair is pinned back. She looks great. After getting the stink eye from her dad, a retired brigadier general, I guess he was trying to intimidate me or whatever, but we've faced salt and burns scarier. After the usual spiel about respecting his daughter and curfew, Mr. Marshal stares me down and says, "I'm entrusting her to you."
"Yes sir, I'll take good care of her." I assure him, with a smile.
"Good. Then I expect that she will be brought back the way she is now." I give him a look. What does he think is going to happen, we're going to elope on our first date? Hardly.
"Yes sir." I reply again, because what was I really going to say to that. Dude I'm not going to bang her the first time we go out. So don't even worry about it.
Becca's face is bright red, and she's looking down at the floor. "OKAY, dad we get it. We're going to go now, don't forget I won't be home tonight, I'm staying at Emmi's, but I will call at curfew and let you talk to her mother and the number is by the phone so you can call and talk to them any time before then." She gives him a reassuring smile, "Relax everything's going to be fine." She gives her father a hug and says, "I love you." Then she grabs my hand and pulls me out the door behind her. Once we're in the drive way she looks around, "Um Sam, where's your car?"
"Oh, well I don't have one, but it's nice out I thought we could … ya know walk."
She chuckles softly before saying, "Normally that wouldn't be a problem but J.J. lives on the other side of town that's fifteen miles. That's okay, we can take my car," Becca begins pulling her keys out of her purse. She hits the button to unlock the doors and we both climb in.
Three hours and several shots later and all the anger I had toward my dad didn't matter because right now I feel good. Becca and I are getting some of J.J.'s graduation cake when I remember that I never called Pastor Jim, to tell him where I was. Which means when I get home I was going to be in deep shit. I must be zoning out because Becca's giving me the stink eye.
"Were you listening to anything I just said?" she asks arching an eye brow.
I drop my gaze and shake my head because I honestly wasn't, "No I'm sorry I guess I'm a little distracted."
A sneaky smile crosses her face and her eyes brighten, "You know I have the perfect cure to a full head."
"Really?" I ask my curiosity getting the best of me.
"Mmhmm," she murmurs before slamming a handful of cake into the side of my head. She lets out a hearty chuckle. "See clears the mind right up."
"You're so dead." I tell her picking her up and carrying her out to the back yard where the pool was. Once we get to the edge I pitch her in. she lets out a shrill squeal before being fully submerged. Her head broke the surface and she sputters before hold out an arm form me to pull her out. I grab her arm and tug and the next thing I know I'm taking a nose dive into the pool right beside Becca.
I swim to the surface blowing water out of my nose and coughing up the mouthful of water I just downed in my unexpected dip. "Oh classy," I gasp in between coughs. "Drown the hero."
"Hero what kind of hero throws the damsel in to the water?" she asks arching a dark eyebrow.
"You had to be in distress for me to be you're hero."
And with that statement she breaks into a fit of laughter, "I can't believe you just said that you nerd." She cackles as she swims closer to me mere inches away now, her breathing getting faster. She leans in our faces inches apart, and I hear Dean in the back of my mind. "They like to tease you then leave the final move up to you. You can't choke the final move is going to seal or blow the deal." So I take the plunge. I cup the back of her head winding my fingers in her hair, and give her lips a gentle peck. She doesn't resist so I go for it again, this kiss lasting longer, I continue a steady progression till we are engaged in a full on make out session. I have her backed against the far wall of the pool and she's now straddling me. I am about to lose my virginity in a pool to an amazingly hot girl…Dean would be so proud.
Things are getting really hot and heavy, I'm only wearing my boxers and her sun dress has long ago been discarded when J.J. saunters up. "Hey kids." He bellows, clearly drunk. "We're doing shots inside." He coos "I hate to break up this love-fest but when you attend one of my parties corruption is mandatory and you cannot leave till I am satisfied."
We climb out of the pool and J.J. hands Becca a towel after he realizes that Becca's only wearing her bra and panties. He gives her a change of clothes and lets her go up to his room to change. J.J. drags me to his kitchen, where a group of our classmates are surrounding the kitchen island a deck of playing cards in the middle of the counter. J.J. explains the rules of Red and Black and the game begins. I soon find that like most things that involve drinking I am not good at this game.
And from past experiences on hunts gone bad I know that I'm a total light weight, a very embarrassing character flaw. Dad and Dean can go head to head with the best of them and still drink them under the table. The vodka hit's me hard and fast and I've pole-vaulted over tipsy by the third round.
Becca laughs when she sees what state I'm in. "I think he's had enough J.J." she murmurs placing a hand on my shoulder, taking the shot that was in my hand and throwing it back. She grimaced and the liquor burned her throat.
"I agree I never would have pegged you for a fairy. You're like six three you should be able to hold your liquor." He laughs. Becca gently shoves J.J. and helps me stand. The room tilts and spins.
"He's not a fairy, he's just a lightweight. It's not his fault."
"Shut up." I slur as Becca leads me to the front door. "I can still make a comeback. I can still win."
"Maybe after we give your liver a chance to come back after your night of binge drinking." quips Becca. We get settled in the car and we're on our way. She cranks up the radio and we belt out Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit. Everything is going great until the flash of red and blue lights fill the small car. Becca's face falls and my heart stops. I didn't plan for this. Dad was going to kick my ass.
