Katy Bree was freaking out, Dean would…should be at her house for family dinner at any time. Unless he was late, please don't be late? She sent up a silent prayer, her father took punctuality very seriously. She looked outside to see a light snow had begun to fall and a sleek black car pulled on to her street and out stepped Dean. He had on a well-worn leather jacket and a pair of faded jeans. He looked good, the jeans were just tight enough to show his cute butt.

"The Boy Toy's here." bellowed Keegan, from down stairs. Katy Bree's heart stopped, she could not allow the boys to get to Dean first, who knew what they would say to him.

"I'll get the door," exclaimed Kory, she could hear him bounding for the door.

"No!" she screeched, "Nobody's getting the door but me." She pulled one her jeans and

She heard the boys laugh, "Yeah, I'd like to see you stop me."

"Kory no!" she hollered to her brother as she searched for a nice sweater to wear. "Mom!" the doorbell echoed through the house. Katy Bree grabbed the first shirt she could find and pulled it over her head as she heard the door open. She speed out of the room and down the stairs taking them two at a time but just as Dean stepped in her socked feet slid on the last two steps and she slid down them crumpling in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

"Katy!" exclaimed her mother at the same time that Dean reached out to help her up.

"Whoa there Grace." He smiled at her, pulling Katy Bree to her feet.

"Honey, are you okay?" Katy Bree's mother reached out brushing her hair out of her face.

"Yes mom," Katy mumbled her face flushing in embarrassment. She shrugged out of Dean's grasp.

"Dean I'm Katelynne's mom, you can call me Mary." When Katy Bree's mother had begun speaking he held out a hand to shake but as soon as Mary introduced herself he stopped short. Dean visibly paled and swallowed nervously. After a pause he offered a trembling hand her mother took it in hers shaking it. "It's nice to meet you Dean."

"It's nice to meet you too ma'am." He murmured.

Katy Bree's mother gave her an approving nod before leading Dean to the kitchen. "KB wait a second." Kameron grabbed his sister's elbow, waiting for his mother and the boys to leave for the kitchen.

"What Kam?"

"Well Spazzy McGee I'm gonna recommend that you take a deep breath and second …your shirt is on inside out."

"What?!" Katy Bree squealed. Pulling the sweater up over her head.

"Hey, what are you doing? There are things I can't unsee." Kameron covered his eyes dramatically.

"Grow up Kameron, Its not like you've never seen boobs before." Katy Bree scoffed rolling her eyes.

"I love boobs, of all colors and sizes I don't discriminate, but that doesn't mean I wanna see my sister's."

Katy Bree's mother was forcing Dean to sample her gravy. "Are you sure it's not too salty?"

Dean chuckled, "Ma'am I am one of two teenage boys belonging to a single father, we live off of fast food and spaghettios. Anything homemade is a step up." a smile crossed his face as Katy Bree and Kameron entered the kitchen.

"Sucking up to my mother already?" Katy shook her head, "And you've met dumb and dumber." She said gesturing to Keegan and Kory who were peeling potatoes. Katy went to the cupboard bringing down plates and glasses then she collected the silver ware motioning for Dean to help her. "We'll set the table mom." Katy announced as she led Dean to the dining room her mother nodded her approval before turning to Keegan and Kory.

"What do you boys think," she heard her mother ask as the pushed through the swing doo that separated her kitchen and the dining room not waiting for her brothers' responses.

Katy began setting the plates on the table and Dean placed glasses beside them then together they circled the table with the silverware. "You charmer I thought you didn't do families and parents."

"I don't but its not because they don't like me, I don't like them." Dean smiled arching an eyebrow at her.

"You don't like my parents!" Katy Bree faked outrage. Dean stepped in her space brushing a rebellious strand away from her face.

"Well I like you, that's something." He murmured softly kissing her on the lips. As much as she wanted to push him away so no one walked in on the intimate moment, but she couldn't bring herself to do it until she heard someone clear their throat behind them.

"Can God just strike me blind here and now." Kameron looked heavenward and sighed.

Katy Bree stepped away from Dean, "Kameron this is Dean, Dean Kam" she introduced. "Kameron is my favorite big brother."

"Don't compliment me so I don't tell mom and dad, I want genuine flattery." Kam interjected handing Katy the pitcher he was holding and shaking Dean's hand. "Okay kiddies if you can pry yourselves off each other long enough to fill drinks then here is the tea. I'm gonna go and stab myself in the eyes, you two have fun." He waved over his shoulder as he went back in to the kitchen leaving the couple alone again.

Dean shook his head, "I just can't catch a break with you can I?"

Katy Bree laughed heartily, "Not in this house. My father and brother are cops and my mother has raised five children four of which are boys you'd be hyper-vigilant too."

"I am always hyper-vigilant." Dean replied, Katy Bree having no idea just how serious Dean was about how aware he normally was, just not when he was with Katy Bree.

"MmHm, sure you are." Katy Bree teased running a hand through Dean's hair flirtatiously.

Forty minutes later, the Moore family plus one were sitting down at the table preparing to eat. Dean eyed the meatloaf and potatoes hungrily. After every one had been served Dean was all set to dig in, so he did, only to be on the receiving end of a reproachful glare from Mr. Moore.

"We say grace over our meal before we enjoy it young man." growled Katy's dad.

Dean placed his fork back on the table and swallowed his mouthful of food. "I'm sorry I didn't realize-"

Katy placed a comforting hand on his arm, "Its fine Dean, Daddy he didn't know." She shot her father a meaning look. The family joined hands and said blessing over the meal and then began eating.

"So Dean tell us about yourself, Katy tells us you're new to the area." Mrs. Moore smiled kindly at him.

"Not much to tell, it's just my dad, brother, and me. We move a lot because of my dad's work ya know. He's an ex-marine I think staying in one place for too long makes him antsy."

"Are there any special plans for the future, college, following in your father's footsteps and joining the military?" she pressed.

Dean sat back in his chair and scratched the back of his head, "School is more of my little brother's thing and I'm not too crazy about having a drill sergeant dictating my life so right now I'm thinking that I'll probably join the family business." He explained.

"Which is?" Kooper asked smugly, Katy could tell that he was being judgmental.

"My dad's a mechanic." Dean supplied, offering no more explanation.

"And that requires you to move all over the country?" asked Kory looking confused.

"That's what happens when you don't go to college, you can't hold down a respectable job because you're always replaceable." inserted Kooper.

"Oh for the love of- alright listen college boy regardless of whether or not you spend thousands of dollars on an education that in the end may not matter that much you are still just as disposable as the average Joe walking in off the street with more life experience." challenged Kameron.

"And you know this from experience? Last time I checked you were on job number four in ten months." Kooper shot back.

Kameron looked at his older brother with barley contained rage, "Well we can't all be on Dad's payroll, now can we." He smirked an evil gleam playing across his face.

"Boys." reprimanded Katy's mother, "This is neither the time nor the place to have this discussion." But her mother's reproach was not played attention to.

"Yeah that's 'cause you can't be on dad's payroll." Kooper sneered, it was evident that he was trying to start something.

"Guys come on." Keegan was trying to keep the peace. Good old Keegan and Kory while they may have liked to instigate things in the comfort of their own home as a general rule they kept themselves in check when people were over.

"Shut up Keegan." barked Kam, as he turned his eyes back to his pompous older brother "Now Kooper, I understand that it's probably difficult to think for yourself when your head is shoved so far up dad's ass that you two practically share the same brain but just cause you graduated college at the bottom of your class and got in to be a deputy because dad pull some strings for you to attain some form of employment that puts your degree to use does not make you more special than any other rookie cop fresh out of the academy."

"Kameron," Katy's Dad stepped in to the swiftly escalating situation, "That's enough, go outside and cool down." Mr. Moore ordered, leveling his son with a glare waiting for him to do as he was told. Katy Bree shot her brother a pleading look that said 'let it go, and do as dad says', Kameron forcefully shoved himself away from the table before he made his way to leave.

"Kind of like the strings dad pulled so you could get your license after your little misadventure. Do tell Kameron how drunk were you that night?" Kameron paused as he passed by Kooper's seat. Kooper was pushing his luck, treading on thin ice in the 'we do not talk about this' department. Everyone was waiting to see just how far he was going to take this. "You wanna talk about having your head up your ass, how long did it take you to figure out that Matty O.D., before you got him to the hospital?" Kameron lunged at Kooper, knocking him out of his chair and the boys began rolling around on the floor.

"Dad," Katy screeched, waiting for someone to step in and intervene as her brothers rolled around on the floor kicking the crap out of each other. Eventually it was the twins that broke the scuffle up.

"Okay, Kam let's take a walk, huh?" encouraged Kory, as he gently helped his little brother off the floor offering a steady presence for Kameron to cling to, as the younger boy wavered on his feet. Keegan was restraining Kooper on the floor waiting till Kory led Kameron out before releasing his older brother.

All that could be heard was Kooper and Keegan's ragged breathing and soft sniffling form Katy's mother, "You couldn't just let it go could you Kooper? You just had to make yourself the awesome hot shot? Super cool deputy?" Katy Bree stood up in a blind rage, "Come on Dean let's go." She motioned for Dean, who sat in a stunned silence, to follow her.

"Katy, don't go" pled here mother, reaching for her daughter's hand.

Katy pulled her hand away like she'd been burned, "Don't touch me," she seethed.

"Katelynne," her father began, but Katy cut him off.

"Now, you want to stop something? Where were you ten minutes ago dad, maybe you should try and make sure you deal with the physical altercations before you handle the insubordination?" Katy snapped grabbing Dean's hand and pulling him out of her house and towards the Impala.

"Where do you want me to take you?" Dean asked her apprehensively.

Katy took one last look at her house before staring out the windshield. "I don't care let's just go." Dean started the car and pulled away from the Moore house, not sparing the place a second glance.

They got about five minutes from the house before anything was said, "So …family dinner?" Dean began testing the waters, Katy Bree sat in the seat beside him, her shoulders stiff and rigid.

She turned a cold gaze on him communicating that she was not gonna take anymore crap today. "Don't." she ground out through clenched teeth.

And the car lapsed in to an uneasy silence again. The silence was okay, Dean could deal with the silent treatment it was the quiet sniffling that followed that Dean had a challenge with. Not that he was disgusted with the fact that she appeared to be crying, it was the issue that he had no idea what to do about it. If this was Sam, Dean would have told the princess to stop being such a girl it wasn't that big of a deal, but Katy Bree was a girl and girls were, by default, supposed to cry. Dean pulled the car into a small church parking lot.

"I was just kidding Katy." Dean backpedaled as the sniffling picked up pace. "Don't cry, its not that big of a deal my dad and brother fight all the time, we are the picture of dysfunction. Hell, my brother is happiest when he's pissing my dad off," Katy Bree let out a wail. "Oh wow, real tears, you're really crying. Um, do you want…" that was as far as he got, before Katy began speaking.

"Kameron wasn't always like this," She wiped her eyes with shaky fingers. "A couple of years ago he was … driven and he had direction for his life, he had a passion." She took a deep breath before continuing, "He loved playing baseball and he was good, he was really good you know? Like full ride to one of the 'big ten' good. But then our parents got involved, Dad used to put so much pressure on him and he just…it stopped being fun for him." Katy shoved her hair off her forehead, it seemed as though she was calming down, "So Kameron did what he does best, he started to sabotage himself. He started smoking pot and partying, staying out all night. He got slapped with a couple misdemeanors and he got suspended for fighting, he was just in self-destruct mode. Then one night in particular he and dad were going at it, Kooper was just about to graduate from college and was all set to go to the academy and I don't know … things were said and tempers were hot and Kameron was mad at everyone and we were all mad at Kam, he got fed up and Kam left. He and his best friend Matt went to this party and things got out of hand, Kam got really drunk, trying to blow off steam and left Matt to do his own thing. Matty took something and he took too much he over dosed alone in one of the spare rooms. When Kam was finally ready to go he went looking for Matt, he eventually found him and did the first thing that came to mind took him to the hospital. But Kam was really drunk and he tried to drive him there and got stopped at a check point by one of our dad's deputies. Dad had some feelers out and the sheriff's office knew who we were, the deputy took them the rest of the way and called my parents telling them that Kam was getting arrested for a DUI. They got to the ER only to find Matt was already dead, had been for a couple of hours before Kam, found him."

Katy wasn't crying anymore, but she still seemed sad. "He spent a year in juvie and then came home and I don't know it's like he's afraid to live when Matty didn't. He's a self-fulfilling prophecy; it's like he's convinced he screwed up so much already he'll never stop screwing up." She sighed, "And dad just expects him to fail now." She admitted quietly weaving her fingers together as they rested in her lap.

"Sam almost died once on my watch." Dean replied, trying to relate to her. "We were kids and dad was on a business trip. I had been stuck with Sammy for a couple days and the kid was driving me crazy. I put him to bed and then went to some arcade down the street. I couldn't have been gone for more than an hour, but in that time Sam got… he had some sort of attack or something and he got really sick. My dad came back while I was out fond Sam…saved Sam. And sometimes even now when he looks at me all I can see is a look that says, 'don't screw it up again', it's like he still waiting for me to drop the ball again, ya know?" Dean wouldn't look at her, his eyes fixed on his hands gripping the steering wheel.

Katy Bree placed a soft warm hand on the back of Dean's neck, her thumb gently rubbing the exposed skin. The action sent little jolts of electricity through her so she could only imagine what it was doing to Dean.

He brought his head up making eye contact with her, before he leaned in a kissed her. His smooth full lips brushing hers, he felt her tongue peak out brushing them. His fingers weaving in her hair again, he loved that he had something to grab a hold of, kissing her again. Their tongues danced wetly together. Each participant breathing heavily, as Dean asked, "Do you want to…" he trailed off and she kissed him again.

She nodded as she slipped over the bench seat slowly peeling her sweater off, tossing it at his from where he was still sitting in the front seat. Katy grabbed the collar of his jacket pulling him towards her. "There's no one to stop us this time," she smiled coyly, as Dean slipped in the back with her. He pulled his shirt off tossing it in the front seat then his fingers went to the button of his jeans. He shucked out of them leaving him clad in only his boxer briefs.

Katy's fingers ran up and down his happy trail, brushing the ripples of his abs. This made him happy in more way than one. He unbuttoned Katy Bree's jeans helping her wiggle out of them, discarding them with the rest of their clothes. When he turned back to her she had taken off her bra and panties, she was completely naked.

All Dean could think about was how beautiful she was and how different she was than any other girl he been attracted to. As she pressed herself against his chest he felt himself get hard as her fingers slid down in to his shorts. He moaned his pleasure as her fingers worked their magic. She pulled at the waistband of his remaining clothing and he took those off as well.

There they sat there naked admiring each other bodies, she was no longer the dutiful daughter and he was no longer the rebellious bad boy, just two kids giving in to their desires. He got on top of her and she gave a small gasp as they fell in to an easy rhythm. Their bodies moving in sync as a unit, he felt her fingers dig in to his back as he pressed her further in to the leather seat of the impala.

He felt her tense as he continued to pull her closer; she digs her fingers in to the upholstery. She hitched a leg up wrapping it around Dean's waist as he continued. She could feel every move he made as she brought a hand up running fingers through his hair.

"Dean," she murmured a smile playing across her lips. Despite the confined space he was a master at knowing just what to do.

Her hands were all over him, clawing his back and running over his muscles, every once and a while she would hum in pleasure or say his name passionately. Every place she touched sent tingles and shivers through his body. All the more motivated to give her just as much of a rush.

There was an extra thrill that came with having sex in the parking lot of a church. It made her want him that much more. She didn't feel as though he's was trying to go for the gold medal as he moved smoothly almost effortlessly, still being controlled and gentle while blowing her mind.

He planted kisses from just below her belly button all the way to her clavicle. His lips resonating in the hallow of her neck and along her pulse point, her heart beating wildly as he finished. He rolled over allowing her to lie against him, both of them breathing hard, exhausted but blissfully happy.

His arm wrapped around her pulling her in to his broad chest. His strong hands rubbing up and down her bare back, slowly but surly his breathing evened out as they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

They stayed that way till the sun began to peek over the tree tops; Katy Bree rubbed her face into Dean's chest before opening her eyes and smiling at his peaceful face. He was still sleeping, his breathing deep and relaxed, serene. She snuggled up to him gently kissing him on the cheek. His green eyes crack open and he looks around for a moment trying to remember where he was.

"Good morning," Katy murmured as she kisses him on the lips, gripping the back of his head as she pulled it towards her.

"Mornin'" he responded, smiling and kissing her back. "We stayed here all night." He realized.

"Yeah," her head rested on his chest, her messy hair tickling his chin and neck. "I don't wanna go home." She admitted quietly.

Dean shrugged under her weight, "You don't have to."

Katy Bree let out a weary sigh and closed her eyes, "Yes, I do." They stayed like that for another few minutes before getting dressed in the same clothes from the night before and Dean drove her home, walking Katy to her front door giving her one last kiss before heading back to his car. She stood out on her front porch watching him drive away in that sleek black car.

As quietly as she could she slipped in the front door, shutting it behind her in what she though was a silent maneuver. She was not as stealthy or smooth as she thought she was. Katy Bree was just about to climb up the stairs when she felt a hand come down on her shoulder.

"Where the hell have you been?" barked her father, gripping her bicep.

She jerked out of his grasp. "Why do you care?" she seethed.

"I care because no daughter of mine is going to be whoring around, with some high school flunkie, who will just as soon get you pregnant and leave you behind as he is to charm his way in to your life. You are never going to see him again do you understand me." Her father roughly cupped her face forcing her to meet his eyes. He studied her for a moment "You slept with him didn't you?" he asked her, her silence a response in and of itself. "You little slut." She saw her father raise his hand as though he were gearing up to hit her. Katy Bree steeled herself against the impending slap that was coming, her father's hand came down, but the blow never came.

She cracked an eye to see what the holdup was and saw Kameron standing in between her and her father. "Don't even think about it." he growled, he had intercepted his father's looming hand over her.

"Kevin, what are you doing?" asked Katy's mother, giving her husband a cold hard stare as clarity come over her father as he realized what he was about to do in his moment of anger. He saw his only daughter, his baby girl cowering in fear of him at the bottom of the stairs. He pulled his hand from his son's grasp and ran a shaky hand over his face grimacing.

"I-I didn't- I'm…" Katy Bree stood to her feet and shook her head.

"I can't believe you," she murmured, before ascending the stairs to her room Kameron following after her, leaving mother and father to hash out what had just occurred.

Katy slowly made her way to her room, tears slowly running down her face, she threw herself on her bed, face down. Kameron shut the door behind him, he leaned against the door and slid down his knees up in front of him. "Are you okay KB?" he asked his voice barely above a whisper. Even though he knew the answer, he could see his sisters back quack as she was wracked with silent sobs. "Aw, Katy," he murmured as he stood and made his way to his little sister. "Don't cry Katy, it's gonna be okay." He assured as he placed a hand on her back.

Katy Bree shook her head, "No it won't," she cried burying her face in to her pillow. "Dad called me a slut." She sniffed, tuning away from him.

Kam sighed as he nudged her, "Scoot over," her pulled himself up on her bed and crossed his legs in front of him, "I heard him, but you know it's not true right?" he asked her.

"But I did sleep with him." she admitted quietly.

"Well, now that I have that image burned in to my brain." He laughed, "listen take it from someone who has made a career out of disappointing mom and dad, they are gonna say crap that you don't like and that even suck, like when dad calls me a screw up. you just have to take everything they say with a grain of salt. Do you honestly think that any parent wants to think about their kids having sex. Hell no, they don't."

For the first time since they had been in the room she rolled over and looked at him, "Kameron, he said I'm not allowed to see him anymore." And the tears began again.

He blew out a breath before responding, "Well, I can tell you what mom and dad would expect you to do…listen to them, but if I were you…I don't know maybe this is your chance to throw caution to the wind experience life while you still can." Kam heaved himself off her bed and started for the door, "but hey, what the hell do I know, I'm the stain on the family name."

"Kam wait?" she called to his back, Kameron paused his hand hovering over the door handle. "Would you really go against them?"

Kam ran a hand through his hair, "What do you think I've been doing for the past three years? Listen whatever you decide, I'll be here for you, and so will mom…eventually. Love you KB." He said as he swung open the door and made his way down the hall.

"Love you too Kam." She replied, left to her own thoughts, being seventeen and in love was difficult.