Beautiful Innocence

By: chocolate rules

OMG! Look what's getting updated:-O I know, I know, this has taken forever. But...what can I say, it's here now:D

Chapter 6: Minor Notice

It was difficult to see in the darkened room, so Dean found himself slightly surprised when he was pushed onto a mattress. Only slightly, because what else would they be here looking for?

Nat maneuvered herself up his body and Dean was sure he was in some sort of heaven. As she met his lips in a mind-blowing rhythm of lips and tongues and he's in a buzzing bliss…

"Oh, shit," Nat said as she broke the kiss.

Nat got up from the bed and went over to the lights. It was then that Dean noticed he was shirtless and she had been working on his pants and who the hell would call in the middle of that!

Nat picked up her cell and pressed the call button to answer it without looking at who it was that was calling.

Dean leaned up on his elbows and watched her as he listened to the one-sided conversation.

"Hello," she grumbled into the cell. She was standing with her hand on her hip, smacking her gum, in just her bra and skirt. At the sound of the caller's voice, she instantly stopped with the gum.

"Eddie?" she asked. Apparently, it was this guy Eddie, and by the pale color crossing her face, that was not good. Dean sat up on the bed and watched as Nat began to pace.

"What do you mean you're coming home for the weekend? I thought that you didn't let out until the end of the month? ... What about finals or midterms or whatever… Well, that's great, Eddie…No, they're gone for the weekend… Sure, I guess there's a lot we could do…Why would I do something like that?"

Nat sat besides Dean and the conversation went on for a few more minutes. Nat kept changing moods, from happy to tense, and Dean kept wondering if he should wait for her to finish or grab his shirt, shoes and split.

Once there was a few minutes where Nat didn't say anything, Dean took it as notice that she was on hold more or less and began kissing her neck and down her back.

Natalie groaned, but not a happy groan.

"What?"

"I can't believe this!" she said with a heavy sigh.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Everything!" but before she got to elaborate, whoever Eddie was started to talk. "Huh…yeah, I'm still here…So, you're coming home early…NO! I think that's great. 'specially if you brought me something…Sure, Ed, I'm gonna love to see you again too…You're what?...Well, that's…great!...Yeah, see ya."

Nat flipped her cell shut and sat there silent for a few seconds. Dean, not knowing what the hell was going on, started to get up decided that maybe she really couldn't handle this right now. And if he moved fast enough, he could possibly still get lucky tonight.

As he reached over for his shirt, Nat started to speak from behind him.

"He's coming over."

"Who is?" Dean asked, pulling the shirt over his head.

"Eddie, my brother from college." And now Dean was frozen, hands still on the hem of his shirt.

"Your brother from college Eddie," Dean repeated, more for his own awareness than for the confirmation.

"Yeah, he's like two hours away. If he finds out about this party, I'm dead!" Suddenly, she jumped up. "Oh my God, Dean! I have to get everyone out of here! If Eddie sees this, he'll tell my parents. Then, they'll send me to a boarding school or something!"

Dean was nodding along before he even knew that he was. All he knew was that if he was this Eddie guy, and he had walked into the room, Dean would be a very, very dead man right now.

"Okay, let's get rid of everyone." Dean said. They rushed out the room yelling for everyone to leave. Some people actually left immmedialty, but of course the majority of them ignored them.

Nat went over to some of her closer friends and quickly told them that her brother was coming home and that they were close to being busted. Soon afterwards, everyone was gathering their bags and leaving.

Fifteen minutes later, the house was free of people and Dean was wondering how the hell he got coaxed into staying to help with the cleanup.

Break Break Break

Sam and Richey were munching on the cookies that Mrs. Landis had just brought in for them as they tried to do their math homework. Luckily for Sam, his best friend happened to be really good at the one subject that he could never seem to grasp his head around.

"I don't know how you get this stuff," Sam commented as Richey showed him how to do the fourth question out of the twenty they've got for the night.

"I dunno it's really simple. I mean, Mr. Long said to work with the order of operations and that they would help simplified they equation enough to solve, and it does."

"Yeah, that's all gibberish to me." Sam said with a shrug.

"I thought that you were really good in school. You do well in Math, right?"

"Well, yeah, but that's cause Dean actually gets math, even if he refuses to do his."

"Well, how would Dean show you to do it?" Sam shrugged. "Bet you don't make it too easy on him," Richey said smirking, something he's picking up from Sam.

"You bet!" Sam reassured him. He does however try harder to listen as Richey talks him through 4 and all the way up to 12 before he actually gets the concept. "Oh! That's it?" Richey nodded. "Well, that's simple!"

"Told ya it was!"

Soon, Richey and Sammy are both done all of their work, each helping the other out. They've moved on to the comic books that Richey had in a box under his bed.

After about three comics, the boys encounter a book that is so far away from being a comic that they're both stunned.

Sam reached for the magazine slowly. Once his fingers grasp it, he pulled it out of the box even slower. Sam dropped the magazine onto his lap and eyes it nervously.

"Dude, is this…"

"Yeah." Richey said looking at it oddly as well from where it remains on Sam's jeanclad lap. "I…I forgot that was there."

"You have one of these?" Sam asked looking up to his friend in disbelieving awe.

"My brother gave it to me a while ago."

"Mark gave you this?" Sam asked pointing to it but refusing to touch it again. Richey nodded again. "Wow, that's so cool." Sam thought. "Dean would never give me something like this. Heck, I can't even go near his."

Sam had actually encountered his brother's 'magazines' a few months ago. He had actually gone through a few pages before Dean walked back into his room. Dean grabbed it from his hands, told him he was way too young and shoved him all the back into his room before going back to his. He warned him about not looking for the magazines again but did and sounded kind of mad at him, but he still helped him with his homework, so Sam knew that he wasn't really upset.

"Mark said that it was time I started doing things that kids my age did. Do kids our age really look at this?" Sam shrugged again.

"Did you… I mean, have you…"

"Nah, I couldn't look at it. It was weird. Plus, I don't want to think about that too much just yet."

"So, we should just put it back," Sam said. Richey nodded his accordance but neither boy moved to do so.

"Let's just glance through it." Richey said, causing Sam to bit his lip. "What?"

"Dean said that I couldn't"

"Oh, well, I guess we shouldn't then."

"But, then, he's not here. And maybe he meant, like to not look at his. Right?" The boys held eye contact, both wondering if that was a plausible excuse.

"Yeah, probably."

Richey picked up the magazine and they started flipping through the dirty mag.

As they turned to the third page, their was a knock at the door.

"Aaaaahhh!" Both boys yelled. Sam, who was sitting closer to the edge, fell onto the floor while Richey and the magazine went flying onto the bed.

The door was opened to reveal a very startled Mrs. Landis standing besides a very amused Dean Winchester.

"You boys okay?" Mrs. Landis asked looking to both boys and keeping her eyes on the form of her son on the bed.

"Yeah, Mom," Richey said starting himself up and stuffing the magazine out of view behind him.

Mrs. Landis let out a low sigh and smiled. "You boys be careful," she softly scolded. Both boys nodded. "Sam, your brother's here to pick you up." She smiled at the and then left the room.

Dean stood by the door, skeptical, laughing eyes watching the two. Richey felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. Dean was a lot taller and stronger than him. Even Richey's brother, Mark, who was relatively tall, did not hold up against Dean's build.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's poise, all too familiar with the 'you were doing something that you shouldn't have been doing, weren't you?' look. He pushed himself off the floor and unnecessarily brushed his pants off.

"What were you two up to?" Dean said with a smirk.

"Nothin'," Sam said. "What are you doing here so early?"

"Dude, you have to let these kind people rest you know. With the kind of racket your causing."

"Yeah, right," Sam said rolling his eyes again.

"Do I even want to know?" he said eyeing them both. Both boys shook their head no.

"Well then, let's go, kiddo," Dean said as he headed towards the door.

Sam went to get his books, shoved them back into his bag and dragged it to the door. Richey watched Dean, who was oblivious of the staring. Dean was just like Richey wished to be one day. He was strong and tall and popular. Richey knew that he'd be dead before Natalie Sands or anyone ever called him and invited him to a party. Even a party that parents world be aware of.

There's just something about going to an unchapareoned, drinking party-even if you're not planning on doing anything- that makes you a real teenager.

Something that Richey was sure he'd never get to be.

"Well, see ya tomorrow, Richey," Sam said as he waved from his door.

"Hey, Sam!" Richey said, causing him to turn back around. "What are you doing this weekend?"

"I dunno,. What aree we doing this weekend?" he asked up to his brother.

"Don't care," responded Dean with a shrug. It always depended on what he was in the mood to do and whether or not Dad was home.

"Oh," Richey said, his hope crushed.

"Well, whatever we're doing, I'm sure you can come," Sam said, reading his friend's face and pleading to Dean with his own.

"Yeah, whatever." Dean said rolling his eyes at his brother. Then, Dean turned back and looked over to the kid. Richey's face had lit up at the thought, and Dean not being one to really like crushing a kid's hope-blame Sammy- smiled at the kid.

"You can come Richey, as long as it's okay with your Mom and whatever we're doing ain't too…crazy."

"Dean, Richey can do anything just like I can," Sam said defensive.

"That's not what I was saying, dipshit. You know the kid of crap I pull. I meant if it's not something crazy. Like, jail crazy or something."

"OH," Sam said. He smiled back to his friend. "Sorry."

"I can really come? Thanks!"

"No problem," Dean said with a shrug. "Now, come on, before we get in trouble." He grabbed at Sam's bag strap and pulled him out the room.

Sam called out a 'Later!' to his friend and Richey heard the sure sound of his front door opening and slamming shut.

So, yeah, Dean didn't get any, got stuck helping Nat clean up after the drunkies, and had to go home early. Not his best of days :-P Sammy, on the other hand, got his eyes on a Playboy. Who got the most action in this chapter? LoL. Don't worry, Sam's Playboy days are over (much to his dismay). I just wanted to chip away some of his innocence. It's kind of the point of this fic :D

And aren't they just the cutest to let Richey tag along!

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