Warnings: genderswitch:born as a girl, mentions of non-con

Pairing: Caleb/Deanna

Note: I'm universally calling him Caleb Bailey in these stories. He was never given a last name on the show and I just need him to have one in order to be a whole person. Also whenever his dad is mentioned, his name will be Hank Bailey.

Again; these stories are not really connected. Each one is a new window into a world that never happened.

2 - Knowing better isn't smarter

Deanna Winchester shushed Caleb Bailey as she slipped into his bed. She tasted like whiskey and venison stew. It was no work at all to get her panties off and slip inside her. He liked the way she bit her lip when he thrust into her. Loved the way she pushed him onto his back so she could sit up and he could watch her tits bounce while she rode him. He tried to predict the creaks in the springs but it was an old bed. They were going to get caught this time. Caleb just thought he had a little more time.

Her soft little breaths hitched sharply as her hips ground against his. Her tongue swept her bottom lip and then her teeth bared when she came like a wild animal. That was the end of him. She was still grinding on him when the door banged open. "Fuck." She swore and turned to face her father. "Privacy? Ever hear of it?"

"John… I…" Caleb just shut his mouth. The man was going to find out eventually. They had just been hoping for a few months later when Deanna was legal. And here he was with his cock still in the man's daughter.

The door slammed shut and Deanna slid off him and laid her head on his shoulder. She was quiet for a long time. Caleb stroked her skin but stared up at the ceiling. "He's going to murder me in my sleep."

She snickered and laid kisses on his chest. "I'm really glad you didn't piss yourself. You were still inside me."

"What are we doing, Deanna?" Caleb turned her face to his.

"Fucking." She shook her head. "I don't know what we're going to tell him but…"

"That's all it is."

"Yes." She nodded.

"You couldn't wait til he was asleep?"

She shook her head with a wide smile and kissed his chest again. "The second I knew we were coming here… all I could think about was riding you until you popped."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this anymore."

"Come on."

"I just got caught in bed with a 17 year old by her father. I think we let things get out of hand."

"Fuck you." She shoved herself off him and started getting her clothes on. "I look forward to this, Caleb."

"Why? If it's just sex, then why?" He sat up and reached for his sweats.

She growled and grabbed her boots and shot out the door. Caleb found his shoes and his jacket because she was headed out in this forsaken cold just like every other time she got her feelings hurt. Caleb shot passed Sam and John and Hank and followed Deanna out to the Impala. "Deanna!"

"I don't care if you don't love me the way I love you. I just… I wait and wait until we come back here. It's the only time I don't feel like I'm going crazy." She cried, tears slipping down her face. "I don't have to… worry that you're telling stories about me when I'm not in your bed. I don't have to hope there's no one in your closet with a camera. Or if when we park, there's not two guys waiting their turn. It's just you and me."

"Sh." Caleb got his arms around her. She cried into his chest. "It's okay. It's okay. You tell your dad about those creeps?"

"No." She sobbed harder.

He leaned on the car and held her while she cried. "I wait for you to come back, too."

"Caleb… I don't want to leave."

"Sh. It's okay. I'll go talk to your dad."

"Don't tell him what I told you." She jerked backward and wiped her eyes.

"I won't. I'll just explain that we're falling in love and… we got too carried away." He kissed her mouth. "And when he punches my face in, you're going to have to give me a blow job."

She laughed and kissed his mouth. "A lifetime of blowjobs, baby. I'll stay here."

"Chicken shit." He kissed her one last time. He walked back to the house. Sam was gone. Hank and John were sitting up with the whiskey. John turned steeled eyes on Caleb and Caleb actually felt his dick shrivel and hide in his scrotum… and then that leapt up into his body. "John… look…"

"You're going to leave my daughter outside in the cold?" John gestured to the window.

"She's afraid to come inside." Caleb cleared his throat. "Deanna and I have been…"

"Fucking behind my back?" John offered.

"Dating… for about a year." Caleb clarified and cleared his throat again. "It's pretty serious and she's afraid you'll never let her come back here… and I'm afraid that I won't be much use to her after… you get done with me."

"How old is he?" John asked Hank.

"19, almost 20." Hank glared at his son.

"And he still lives here?" John made a face at his friend.

"He's a good hunter and I don't really let him have a lot of downtime to get a job." Hank shrugged.

"I stayed so I could see Deanna when you all come through." Caleb leapt in. "I could have got a job with that trucking company and still been able to do hunts. I just wouldn't be here when y'all came through all the time."

"Well, the heart of the matter is… I invited John and his kids into my home and you took advantage of his underage daughter." Hank poured himself a fresh drink. "I wouldn't feel right about inviting them back if you were still living here. I think it's time, Caleb."

"Fine. I'll leave." Caleb nodded to them and ran upstairs to retrieve his rucksack and his wallet. He wasn't sure they weren't just trying to scare the shit out of him but they were doing a damn fine job. He walked through the kitchen where the men were still drinking. They were still drinking. John had no intention of beating his face in. They were doing this on purpose. That pissed Caleb off. "I'll leave but you forgot…. Just one thing."

"What's that?" John asked, his glass already tipped into his mouth.

"Deanna's still outside." Caleb was gone before either man could move. He had his car door open and Deanna was climbing into the passenger seat a minute later. He peeled out and they were outside Lincoln in twenty minutes. Deanna stared at him until he pulled over to give the car a break. It really wasn't meant for high speed chases or cross country travel. The damn thing barely ran.

Deanna grinned at him. "So… how long we gone for?"

"When do you turn 18 again?" He breathed out.

"He didn't take it well?" She sighed and tilted her head at him. "About that stuff I was saying…"

"We don't have to talk about it." He assured her. He had a lot on his plate without worrying how to get at the assholes who had made Deanna do things she didn't want to do.

They were asleep in the backseat when the door opened to let in the morning frost. "Get your asses back home. John wants her home without a scratch on her." He stared at the two of them. "Boy, you're gonna git me killed you keep this up. Bring her back in 20 minutes."

"Kay, Dad." Caleb sat up to watch his father pull off in his truck.

Deanna tugged at his pants. "Come on. If we're going to die today, I'm going to die with a smile on my face."

"We got 20 minutes to get back. We'll barely make it." Caleb stared at her. Blonde hair everywhere and full lips pouting. "No… I want to live passed today."

"Fine." She crawled up to the passenger seat and sat in silence while he got them back to the house. Her dad was on the lawn, hands on his hips. She winced. "You stay here. Keep the car running."

"No. I'll take my hits. I knew better."