Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own/co-own Milly, Lacey, Lauren and all others you do not know

The First Offense

"All the way through her wonderful dreams, Milly chased the boys around. The boys, they thought it was ever so fun. So pop--" Milly was singing, but Lacey plopped her hand over her sister's mouth.

"Yeah. That's quite enough. Sing it as 'Pop Goes the Weasel', and if you're going to make it vulgar, do it where Dad can't hear you." Lacey whispered.

Milly laughed, but Bobby poked his head in.

"What's this about you chasing boys, Mil?" Bobby asked.

Milly sighed. "It was a dream, Dad. Don't have an existential breakdown on me here."

Lacey laughed. "I bet you five dollars that you only know what 95 of that sentence you just said even means."

"Oh yeah?" Milly asked, and then sighed. "I'll give you five dollars when Dean pays me back."

Lacey raised an eyebrow. "Oh whatever for?"

Milly shrugged, disappearing into the bathroom so Bobby wouldn't overhear. Lacey took the hint and they started brushing their teeth, waiting for Bobby to stop being suspicious and go down to the kitchen, both of them spitting into the sink rather quickly.

"He bet me five dollars last week that I wouldn't flash the Track and Fielders." Milly said, and shrugged.

Lacey snorted with laughter. "So that's what that whole thing was about! I should have known a Wee!chester was behind it."

Milly beamed. "Yeah, but I gave Dean the best view. It was only fair right? However, the boy didn't pay up. I should nag him about it now that he technically owes you money."

Lacey smiled mischievously. "Oh don't worry about it, Mil--I'll nag him myself."

"Oh I bet you will." Milly replied, and they both laughed and smiled, and started to get dressed for school.

"Thank God it's Wednesday!" Lacey called, looking for pants to wear.

Milly peeked through the bathroom that connected their room and nodded, changing out of the fourth top she'd tried on that morning.

"I totally agree with you! Only two more days!" Milly said happily.

Lacey smiled. "You know, I wonder if Dean did the paper."

Milly snorted. "Absolutely not."

Milly waltzed through the bathroom in only her jeans and her bra, holding up two shirts, as her sister turned around and held up two pairs of pants, in her cute top and her underwear.

"The pink one." Lacey said.

Milly nodded. "The tight jeans."

They both smiled at each other, and Milly returned to her room and changed, both meeting in the bathroom and fixing their hair.

"Breakfast!" Bobby called up the stairs.

"Coming!" They both replied.

Sighing, they finished their hair and then grabbed their school things, going down to find pancakes and sausage waiting for them, and they smelled heavenly.

"Where are you hiding Mom?" Milly asked with a smile.

Bobby laughed. "Hey, I can cook."

Milly shrugged and started to devour the food, Lacey laughing.

"I think you're going to have to reapply." Lacey told her, and then turned to their Dad. "Thanks for breakfast."

Bobby smiled. "You two packed for the next two weeks."

Bobby deliberately looked at Milly who sighed.

"Come on, Dad--waiting until the last minute has only happened with me like--" She began.

"Every time we go to see them." Lacey cut in.

Milly sighed. "Hey, you wait until the day before."

"You wait until the day of." Lacey told her.

Milly pouted. "Fine. I'll pack when I get home. Jesus."

"Ten minutes you two." Bobby said, and he went to go and grab a jacket and his keys.

"You do the paper?" Lacey asked, knowing that the Seniors had already gotten homework.

Milly nodded. "Yep."

"So by that you mean you copied Billy's homework?" Lacey asked.

Milly shrugged. "Only a little bit of it."

Lacey laughed and shook her head. "No wonder you're doing worse than me."

Milly practically skipped to homeroom, because if she got there early enough, then she could sit next to Dean. Smiling at him, she plopped down in the seat next to him and he smirked.

"Well you're excited to see me." Dean said.

"I'd be more excited to see you without your clothes on." Milly whispered and winked at him as he grinned.

Dean nodded. "Trust me...that can be arranged."

Milly smiled back, but everything was ruined when Brandi Cooper walked in and stood over her.

"You're in my seat." Brandi said.

"I don't see your name written anywhere." Milly replied, and looked around a little. "Nope. 'Fat-ass with a Nose Job' isn't written anywhere."

Brandi glared. "Mr. Hanes?"

Mr. Hanes had just come in and put his things down, and didn't look too happy to be being bothered already first thing today.

"Yes, Miss Cooper?" He asked her.

"Milly just called me a fat-ass." Brandi whined, sending him that puppy-dog look of hers that she was so good at.

"Actually, she called you a fat-ass with a nose job." Dean said.

Milly turned to him, her mouth agape.

"Milly, I'm surprised at you." Mr. Hanes told her. "I'm going to have to give you detention."

Brandi smiled at her victory, and sat down behind Milly.

"Thanks Dean." Brandi said.

Dean shrugged as Milly's surprise became a glare.

"What are you thanking me for? Milly's joining me in detention." Dean replied.

Milly smiled at him. "You totally deserve a strip tease, Dean Winchester."

"Let's skip the tease part, shall we?" Dean asked, and winked, before Mr. Hanes handed Milly her detention slip, and Billy rolled his eyes.

On her way to homeroom, Lacey ran right into Sam, upsetting his books everywhere. Secretly, Lacey had meant to do that, when she saw him walking down the hall trying to study. However, she was a terrific actress.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy!" Lacey exclaimed, and bent over to help him pick up the books.

Sam blushed. "Its okay, Lacey. You didn't mean to."

Lacey nodded. "Mind if I walk you to class? I mean I did just knock your books out of your hand."

"Sure." Sam said, and they smiled at each other.

"So what are you studying?" Lacey asked, genuinely interested.

Sam blushed. "Math. Mr. Ferris thought it would be fun if he gave us all a pop quiz on the third day of school."

"I had him. He's totally not cool." Lacey told him. "So, on a completely different subject, what's up with Dean's party this weekend?"

Sam shrugged. "I think it's just an excuse to hang out with all the girls Dean thinks are 'total babes' as he puts it."

Lacey laughed. "Really? He doesn't just want to have fun?"

"From what I've heard, Milly's giving him his fun." Sam said.

Lacey shrugged. "Milly's excited to see him too."
Then they looked up as the bell rang. They both got a little worried and hurried to homeroom, both of them getting detention. Neither of them wanted it on their record, but there was no getting out of it now. So, after school, Lacey and Sam were the first people in detention, and Sam smiled a little.

"Hey." He told her.

"Hey! I'm soooooo sorry I got you into detention." Lacey said. "I didn't see you at lunch, so I had to tell you now."

"I get your lap, Dean Winchester!" Milly called as Dean strutted into the room.

"Well, well, well, my lap has now officially been called." Dean smirked, and Milly sat on him, running her fingers through his hair.

"Oh get a room you two." Sam said.

Dean rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous a beautiful woman isn't sitting on your lap."

"Well he doesn't have to be." Lacey replied, and immediately straddled Sam, who blushed, but smiled a little.

"Thanks for that." Sam whispered.

Lacey shrugged and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Anytime, Sammy-Wammy."

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