"Wedding?" Sam looked at me trying to hide his surprise. I shrugged as if to tell him to roll with it. "Right! The wedding!"

"It was a long drive so he's a bit flustered," I smiled.

The old woman laughed "You boys seem nice. It's good to know she's got good friends. Oh, there she is now!"

We turned to see a dark blue Chevy Cruze drive past my baby and into the driveway. A thin, pale, black haired woman got out of the car and stared at the Impala.

"Mrs. Farley, whose car is-" she looked over to the fence to see Sam and I standing with the woman.

"You're friends are here for the wedding!" she cheered.

Her eyes widened and a strange look fell over her. It was somewhere between a look of longing and pure horror. "Well, come on in you two. We've got some catching up to do." She put on a fake smile.

Sam and I followed her in the house. "Sit." She ordered, pointing to the couch in the center of the room after closing the door. Sam and I did as we were told, "Oh, not you Sam. You're not the one in trouble. Why don't you go in the kitchen and get yourself something to eat." This time her smile was genuine. Apparently she remembered me, and the rocky way we parted.

"So, Candie, how've you been?" I smiled, somewhat frightened, when Sam was gone.

"Drop the small talk, Winchester. Let's just cut to the chase. What the Hell are you doing here?"

"I came to visit you," I defended.

"It's been what, ten years, give or take? So, why come back now? You know, I was finally starting to forget about you."

"I guess that means you remember me," I smirked to try to lighten the mood.

She glared at me, "That smirk doesn't work on me anymore."

"Sorry," I mumbled back.

"Okay, I'm gonna give you my perspective, and then you're gonna tell me that I'm right to react this way. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Did I really just call her ma'am. I stole a glance at her and saw a flicker of a smile dash across her face.

"Alright, Dean, so I'm sure you remember-"

"I'm home! And we have guest?" a man walked in the door, saving me from Candie's story and wrath.

"Anthony, you're home early."

"I thought I'd surprise you," he walked to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. "So, who's your friend?"

"Um, Anthony, I'd like you to meet my old friend Charles. We met in high school." She glared at me and I took that to mean I was to go along with whatever explanation she came up with. Although, I couldn't understand why she couldn't tell him my real name.

"Nice to meet you Charles," he smiled. "Are you here alone?"

"No," Candie and I replied at the same time.

"I'm here with my-" I started.

"Lover. He's here with his lover, Jeffrey. He's in the kitchen," she finished.

My lover?

"Oh, well that's a relief. I was starting to worry you were here to take her away from me." Anthony joked.

"Yeah, uh, I'll go get Jeffrey while you two get acquainted."

"So, Charles, how well do you know Candace?"

"Pretty well. Like she said, we met in high school and we became pretty good friends but I had to leave so.." I trailed off and looked around the room. She had almost completely changed the look of the house.

"So, Ali's on her way over to tutor you. I still don't understand why the teacher thought Candie could help you," Candie's dad shook his head in laughter. He took a seat next to me at the table in the somewhat decorated dining room. The walls were a pale green with light brown trim work. The table and china cabinets were a matching brown. There was a painting of a forest hanging on the wall across from me.

I peered into the fluorescent yellow kitchen with black and white checkered tile. Candie stood in front of the sink with her hands and forearms submerged in the water as she cleaned the dishes. Every so often a piece of hair would fall in her face and she'd blow it away only to have it fall right back.

I looked past the kitchen and into the living room where the front door was. I couldn't help but wonder what the architect was smoking when he designed the layout of the house. The living room was a cluttered mess. The walls were an ugly gray and the carpet was a dull off white type color. The couch was sky blue and made me want to slap myself for just looking at it or talking about the color. Sky blue is for wimpy gay guys. Dean Winchester is definitely not a wimpy gay guy!

"I'm home!" a voice called out. I looked to the door to see the cheerleader that called me out at lunch.

"Oh shit, that's her sister." I thought, trying to keep my eyes from growing wide.

Mr. Taylor got out of his seat and walked past me through the kitchen. Candie flinched out of instinct as he walked by. I got up and went to Candie after he had gone into the living room.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" she sighed. Her voice sounded sad and tired.

"You just flinched."

"So? I always do." She looked away from the dish in her hand and her eyes met mine. They held so much sadness. I resisted the urge to comfort her and rest a hand on her cheek.

"Dean!" Rick called out.

"I'll be back," I whispered to Candie.

"Hi there, Dean." Ali smiled. I gave her a small smile and a nod in response. "Don't be shy, I don't bite. Unless you ask me to," she winked at me. I was taken completely by surprise by her forwardness around her dad and by his laughter and calmness toward it.

"Okay, I'll leave you two alone. Why don't you study in the dining room. I think I'll go take a nap." he smiled before excusing himself. Ali grabbed my hand and led me past Candie and back in the dining room.

"Uh, you go ahead and get set up. I'm kinda thirsty, do you want anything?" I asked to try to get back to Candie.

"Thanks, but I'm fine," she smiled at me. I turned around and left the room, I could feel her eyes roaming over my body. If I didn't feel so uncomfortable in this house and wasn't so curiously intrigued by Candie, I might've actually gone for a girl like Ali.

"Hey, so why is she tutoring me and not you?" I whispered to Candie, taking precaution so Ali wouldn't notice.

"Ali always takes my graded papers, changes it so it says her name, and shows it to our dad saying she's so smart. She changes the name on hers to mine. Our dad has no idea. Just, don't remember anything she teaches you. I'll help you later on the days we planned. Okay?"

"Alright."