Sam Winchester walked outside the school only to see the tail lights of Oliver Queen's car making him sigh, he'd already heard that his brother had left the school with the playboy's sister. He knew that Dean liked to live a little on the wild side at times, but he'd never considered him having a death wish. He'd admired the fairer Queen from afar for a long time, but he was smart enough to keep it just that way, afar.

A hand clapped his back and he turned around, his brother's best friend Castiel grinning from ear to ear. "Is it true? Did he do it?" Castiel asked, he loved his best friend deeply, sometimes a little too deeply for his own good, but it was what it was.

Sam shook his head in wonder, one thing he'd never understand was one Castiel Novak. "It appears so, the Impala's gone, Thea's gone, and Oliver just took off after them. Does he really think he'll find Dean if he doesn't want to be found?"

Castiel shrugged, people were strange creatures he reckoned, and really he didn't think Dean was that illusive, he'd never been able to hide from him, after all. "Do you wanna go look for him?"

Sam furrowed his brow, "How? We don't have a car."

Castiel shook his head at the younger Winchester, "Oh ye of little faith." He held up a set of keys, Sam's brow furrowing even more. "Are those moped keys?"

Castiel's grin brightened even more, "Pretty sweet, huh?"

Sam sighed deeply as he returned to the school. "I'm not getting on a moped with you, Cas. It's just not happening."

Castiel's face dropped, his shoulders slumping. "Fine, but when you're stuck here after school don't say you weren't given a chance."

Sam nodded, "I'll manage on the bus just fine."

"The bus?" Sam was startled slightly when Jo appeared out of seemingly nowhere. "I got you, Sammy."

Sam sighed, he loved Jo to death, but the next time she called him Sammy he was seriously going to consider decking her. "It's okay, Jo. I don't mind."

Jo nodded, slipping her arm through his as they walked down the hallway. "It's okay, I'm heading to the store after school anyway, I have to pick up something for my mom."

Sam sighed again, he didn't want to be anywhere around when Dean came walking in to find Jo waiting on him. The two couldn't decide what they wanted unless of course it looked like the other one wanted something else.

Thea's hair was whipping around her head, try as she might to stop it. She finally growled in frustration as she took the long tresses and twisted them around her fingers, literally holding her hair in place. "I wish I could just cut it off sometimes," she grumbled, having this thought more often than not lately.

Dean shot her a look, his foot was heavy on the pedal as they sped along the highway. "Why don't you?" He asked, simple curiosity in his tone.

She snorted, rolling her eyes, "Right, cut my hair. " She snorted again, "Moira would have a stroke."

Dean's brow raised. He wasn't what one would call proper by no means, but he still didn't call his parents by their first names. He could almost feel the backhand across his face if he tried that with his father, and he could just never imagine calling his mom Mary. "Well," he said, an exit coming up and he deciding to take it, "If you're calling your mom Moira, then odds are you don't really give a damn what she thinks. So what's your real excuse?"

Thea bit her lip, thinking about it for a moment. She then shrugged, having no real answer. "I don't know. It's just always been one of those things that was. I was the debutante with the long hair. It's societal, I guess."

Again, Dean's response was simple. "Then cut it, right now."

Thea moved in her seat, liking the wide front bench where she could stretch out, something that never happened in the front seats of the cars of the boys that usually drove her around. She leaned her back against the door, her feet now laying in Dean's lap, a move that didn't go unnoticed by him in the slightest. "With what? Your pocket knife?" She asked, mildly amused at the thought.

He smirked at her, he was ready to push her just as much as she obviously wanted to be pushed. He steered the car into a strip mall parking lot, pulling up in front of a hair salon. "You scared?"

She looked at where they were, and she couldn't deny the full on thrill she felt at the moment. Sure, it was only hair, but it felt like she was breaking all the rules, it felt good. "Here?" She asked, she had to admit she did kind of like her own stylist even if their prices were astronomical. What did it matter, she had the money?

"What's wrong with here? No excuses. Either you want to be what you want to be, or you want to be what everyone else wants you to be. Which is it?" He was pushing, again, and he knew it he also knew that he was liable to get his ass kicked seven ways from Sunday if he took her home with the proverbial hair harmed on her head, but something about her pushed his buttons in all the right ways.

Thea sat up straight, grabbing her bag. "Come on then," she said as she opened the door, getting out of the car.

Dean turned the car off and grabbed the keys, not even two steps behind her as he double checked to make sure his phone was still in his pocket, knowing that he was going to need to document this occasion. Certain that it was, he skipped the few steps in front of her and got the door, holding it open. "After you, my Queen."

Thea Queen rolled her eyes, but she did it while laughing.