While soaping up, Dean began thinking back to when he was 16…

He was a junior in high school. His dad had actually stopped so he and Sam could start their school year. They had stopped at a friend's house in Keystone, Colorado. Davis was the guy's name. The boys had met him a couple of times before. He said he had a kid named Charlie. Dean didn't really pay attention when Davis talked about his kid, so Dean was pretty shocked when he was introduced to Charlie and found that Charlie was a she. That first time he laid eyes upon her he thought she was beautiful. Not sexy, not smoking hot, but beautiful. Yeah, she was 2 years younger than him, but still. She was a lovely tanned caramel with the charcoal hair. Her lips always looked kiss-swollen. The one thing he focused on was her eyes. They were an amazing dark, dark brown; they practically looked black. If he wasn't so mesmerized by her, he would've thought she was part demon.

After just a couple of days, Dean had formed an uber crush on the girl. The one thing he thought was weird was that she was kind of like him and Sam. She always referenced music and movies and books. She liked to talk with Sam because they were both insightful and intellectual. She also respected her dad. She wasn't a soldier like Dean, but she did not disrespect her father, but she did occasionally joke about him. He found out so much about her for the duration of their stay which was about 2 months.

Dean stopped his thought processes because he felt a stir below his waistline. He glanced down and realized his flashbacks were causing his friend to twitch in anticipation. He hurried and turned the shower knob to cold. He really didn't want anyone to interrupt his shower and discover him doing some shameful act.