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Supernatural

I guess so…

"I'm bored!" I whined.

"Then do something." Dean said while looking through dad's journal.

"Sammy, do you want to play again?"

"Sure, what game?"

"The sex game."

"The what now?" Sam asked.

"It's a game she made up when we were on the road. We would meet a bunch of people in a bar and as a way to break the ice Memphis made up the sex game." Dean explained.

"Okay so how do we play?"

"I'll name states and if you have had sex in them you say with whom and when then you take a drink but since we don't have any alcohol we can just raise our hand. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Dean, you want to play?"

"Sure, why not?" Dean got up and sat at the table with us.

"Okay first let's do the obvious, Kansas?" I asked.

"Oh can I go through my list first?" Dean asked.

"Sure."

"Alright when I was 16 I lost my virginity to Kelly Rosenbomb, then half the cheerleaders in senior year, and six bartenders when I was in my 20's."

"Nice Dean you're such a pimp." I said joking around, "Alright my turn! When I was 15 I lost my virginity to Josh Henderson, then 17 was Kevin Geller, then you know one night stands in my 20's and then Don."

"Oh yes the infamous Don!" Dean said dramatically earning a punch in the arm.

"Alright my turn, Jennifer Watson at 17, Veronica Altimori at 19, and also Kelly Rosenbomb."

"Woah, Sam she's a little old for you." I said smirking.

We played the game for about an hour more. Dean won with a total of ten states, I came in second with eight, and Sam pulled up the rear with three. Somehow we got back on the topic of Don. I was lying on the floor, Sam was lying on his bed, and Dean was sitting in a chair by my feet.

"So what attracted you to Don?" Dean asked.

"He's nice, sweet, intelligent, and a very…nice person."

Dean looked over at Sam and smirked.

"So I'll ask again, what attracted to you to Don?"

I kicked Dean's foot and laughed.

"He seemed like the jealous type when I saw him." Dean said.

"He's a little over protective but again he's very nice."

"I notice that your taste has changed since we were teens." Sam observed.

"Not really."

"Yeah it has, you use to be into the whole 'Bad Boy' image. You wouldn't even date a guy if he didn't own a leather jacket." Dean said.

"Hah! Yeah, I remember that."

"So do you really like this Don character?" Sam asked.

"I guess so…"

Dean gave me a knowing look.

"Alright! Alright! I don't really like him. I'm using him to help me pay rent."

"Memphis! That's horrible!" Sammy said.

"I know I know I feel bad about it especially since he told me he loved me."

"Did you say it back?" Sam asked.

"No…I said 'that's nice' then I came here with you guys."

"Hah! You ran away just like the good ole days. Now that you aren't living there anymore why don't you just dump him?" Dean asked.

"I can't do that over the phone…though I should at least answer his calls."

"How many times has he called?" Sam asked.

"Counting ten minutes ago…about thirty."

"Memphis! You haven't answered any of them?" Sam asked shocked.

"Did you see me answer one? Besides I hate breaking up with people."

Then my phone rang again. I grabbed it off the table, looked at the called ID, and sighed.

"Don?" Dean asked.

"Yeah…"

"Just answer it, Mem." Sam said.

"Fine…Hello?"

"Hey Memphis! I've been trying to get in touch with you for days!"

"Yeah sorry about that, I've been re-connecting with my brothers."

"I have a surprise for you!"

"Oh really…what is it?" I asked hesitantly.

There was a knock on the door. I got up off the floor and answered it. There stood Don.