Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean. I own Becca.

Warning: Language and talk of sex.

One Week Later

"Come on Dean, you don't NEED me to go." I groaned.

"Becca you love exorcisms." Dean said.

"I know."

"And it's the weekend so you won't miss school." He added.

"I know that too." I sighed.

"Then why don't you wanna go?"

"You don't need me to go." I repeated.

"That's not what I asked." Dean said simply. Frustrated, I sat down on the coach. "Listen Becca, I know you wanna hang out with Pete, and I know at first I was a little overexcited. But we didn't make you break up with Pete and we've even let him come over a few times so I think I've been really tolerant about the situation. And besides we can't leave you alone."

"Dean come on." I rolled my eyes. "It's two days. AND you got a little more than overexcited. And I hope by 'let him come over a few times' you meant the one time he came over for like a second to borrow my text book and you glared at him and told him how much you could bench. Besides I've been hunting and moving for sixteen years."

"Yeah I've been doing it for twenty-six years. What's your point?" Dean countered.

I took a second to calm myself down. "My point is, you and Sam have had some hot little girl waiting to go 'Oh big strong warrior. Thank you for saving my ass from some random damn monster.' This is the first time I get something like that. Please."

Dean put his hands on his hips. "I…" He sighed and started to pace. "Becca…" Finally he stopped pace and dropped his arms. "You're to call every hour and be home by eleven."

"Seriously?" I asked. I jumped up and hugged him.

"Yeah but I mean it Becca, if that phone doesn't ring you're in big trouble, you hear me?"

"Yes sir." I said with a smile.

"And watch your mouth." He added.

"Thanks Dean." I hugged him again.

I wasn't going to get my brothers worried. I called every hour like I said and I was even in by eleven. However, I wasn't going to forget the main reason I wanted to stay home. Dean never said Pete couldn't come over. He also never said we couldn't be in my room. We made out for a while before we both decided to talk about the elephant in the room. The real reason we were there. What we had planned all week for.

"So…" I said.

"So?" He wrapped arms around me.

"Do you think it's gonna hurt?" I asked.

"Becca, you know we don't have to do this. I want us both to be ready." Pete explained.

"I am ready. I just… I don't know, I'm sorry." I said. I was so nervous.

"Don't be." Pete sighed. "When you're ready, I'll be too." He was so sweet. I knew at that moment that there was no need to be nervous. I was ready. I was more than ready. He loved me and I loved him and I couldn't believe it was real. I closed my eyes and kissed him. I felt his hands undo the snaps of my shirt. This was real. And then I heard a car. Not just a car, THE car. What was the Impala doing here?

"Get up." I panicked.

"What? Did I hurt you?" Pete asked.

"No, but my brothers will hurt you if they find us here." I said putting my pants back on.

"You said they're gone till tomorrow night."

"They came home early I guess. Will you put your clothes on!" I whispered.

"Becca why would you think that?" He asked.

"Did you not hear the car outside?"

"It could be anybody's car Be…" Pete started to say, but stopped when he heard the front door to the apartment open. "Holy shit!" He scrambled to put his clothes on.

"Oh now you want to panic?" I asked. I did a sweep of the room. Where could I hide him? My bed was flat. There was no room under there. I could hide him in the closet, but then how would I explain the two berettas in there.

"Becca? You up?" I heard Sam call. There was no where to hide Pete. I was completely screwed.

Then it hit me. I wouldn't hide him. "The window." I said.

"Huh?" Pete asked.

"Out the window. Now!"

"Becca…"

"We're five feet of the ground. It's like jumping off of the jungle gym." I said. He thought about it grabbed his bag. And jumped out. Two seconds later the knock came.

"Uh, come in." I said.

"Hey." Sam walked in and sat on my bed.

"Hey." I said. "Um what are you guys doing here? You're not supposed to be home till tomorrow night."

"Well the exorcism was quick and we got there incredibly cuz somebody was driving like he was in the fickin Indy 500." Sam said pointing to Dean who was walking into my room.

"Hey, is it my fault that I feel the need for speed?" Dean joked dryly. I thought I heard something weird in his voice, but the worry faded as he continues talking. "And besides, if it wasn't for my fast driving we would have gotten there tonight, had to sleep in some hotel and do the exorcism early in the morning. You should be thanking me. Now you get to sleep in."

"Huh?" I asked.

"What's with your shirt?"

I looked down. Damn. How was it possible for one person to button THREE buttons incorrectly and not notice until her brother points it out? Can anyone answer that? "Well… See I was about to go to sleep when you guys came home. So I threw on my shirt really fast."

"Oh…" Dean said. "Does that also explain this?" Dean said picking up a condemn from my nightstand. I looked over at Sam. He looked just as shocked as I did.

"Um… I…I can explain that." I said.

"Really? Well can you explain the half naked kid I saw when I was taking out the garbage running to his car?"

"What?" Sam said surprised.

"I know what it looks like." I said.

"Yeah well so do I." Dean said. "You know what. I don't know about you Sammy, but I'm too tired to deal with this right now."

"Dean…" I tried.

"Rebecca." He stopped me. He looked so mad. Sam looked like a deer in headlights, but Dean… he was angry. "We'll discus this in the morning."

"Yes sir." I sighed. This was bad. I almost wished he would just yell at me. Because laying in bed, thinking about what the next day would bring, that was worse than any punishment Dean could think of.

A/N: Okay so i really like the character of john winchester (why i enjoy past or preseries fics), but i also really like writing this becca fic. So i was thinking about continuing this story and simultaneously writing a fic about the Winchester kids (including Becca) when they were younger. It would in no way slow down my updates with this story. I'm not completely sure on details yet, but do you think its an okay base idea? Feedback would be really appreciated.