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Elena: 18

Sam: 27

Dean: 31

"Hey, Sammy," I said, plopping down next to him on the bed he was laying on. He was concentrated on his notes, not looking at me.

"What's up," he said, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"When we're at Jody's later, what do you think were gonna do all night?" I asked

He looked at me suspiciously, as if we wouldn't be researching for this case.

"We're going for this case, Lena. We're gonna spend the night though." he said, glancing at me.

"I know that, I'm just asking like, will you guys need me with you?" I ask.

He sighed, and turned his body to face me.

"Out with it," he started, "why are you asking?" he said.

"Just wondering if I have to stay with you guys." I say.

"Where else would you stay? You're not staying here alone." he says.

"I don't wanna stay alone, Sam, I know I have to come with you guys, I want to. I love Jody you know that." I say back.

"Then why are you asking?" he said, annoyed.

"Okay, well can you try and be reasonable? Please?" I say, sitting up straight.

He sighed again and nodded, "Fine. Now what?"

"Well, it's homecoming weekend in Alex's school. They have a parade during the day and tonight there are like celebrations for it." I say.

"Celebrations? Like, there's gonna be a party?" he asked, seeing right through my act.

"Celebration, party, same thing. But Alex is going and she told me to come with her. If we're staying the night at Jody's I don't see how it will be a problem. We'll leave together and then just come home to you guys." I said, trying to give reasonable points as to why I should get to go.

At that moment, Dean walked through the door, and threw the towel that had been used to clean his car on the table.

I looked at Sam with bugged eyes, telling him through my stare to not say anything in front of Dean. He smirked, and went back to his computer.

"Lena you're clothes are everywhere, come on, we gotta get packing. We're gonna leave soon." said Dean, gesturing to the array of clothes all over the floor. I slowly got off of the bed and walked over to them and began stuffing them in my duffle.

He briefly walked out of the room and into the bathroom, and I glanced at Sammy.

"Well what do you think?" I asked.

"I trust Alex, for the most part anyway, but if you're going to go we're going to need a talk first. And you're gonna have to ask Dean." he said.

I sighed, and fell back onto the bed dramatically.

He was the most unreasonable person I knew. I was eighteen after all, and it was only some stupid high school party. He walked out of the bathroom, more of his belongings in his hands.

"Lena, come on! Sam you ready?" he said, stuffing his bag some more. I didn't move from the bed, my mind just running with anxious thoughts of asking permission and going. I didn't mention to Sammy that it was a costume party since Halloween was this weekend, I didn't want him to think that was a bad idea. But I wasn't lying about anything else to them.

Dean walked over and grabbed my bag, and dumped it on top of me.

"Pack." he said sternly.

Part of the reason I was nervous is because Dean was still the slightest bit upset with me because of yesterday. We had been out researching the case when one of the ghosts appeared in the house. I was told to get in the circle of salt, but I was the closest one to the necklace that the ghost was attached to. So, though I had saved the case, he was pissed at me all last night for disobeying him and putting myself in danger. Sammy praised me for the job, not as mad as Dean. He told me he loved me last night, of course, he does that every night. But I knew he was still feeling some type of way with me today.

I grabbed the bag and Sam nudged my shoulder with his leg.

"You're gonna piss him off, and then he's not going to say yes." he said, and I stood up.

"He's probably going to say no regardless. He's still being grumpy from yesterday." I said quietly to him.

I packed up all of my belongings to my name and carried my bag out to the car. I hopped in the backseat and waited as the boys loaded up the rest of the car. Once we took off driving, I saw Sammy turn back and look at me, urging me to talk to Dean.

I took a deep breath, and decided to go for it.

"Dee?" I ask, getting his attention over his music. He lowered the volume, and looked at me through the mirror.

"Are you okay?" I ask, trying to gage where his head is at.

"Am I okay?" he asked, mildly confused.

"Like… are you okay with me?" I asked, avoiding eye contact with him.

"We're good, Elena." he said, and by him saying 'Elena' instead of 'Lena', I could tell me weren't.

"Ughh, no we aren't." I mumbled to him.

"I'm not the happiest I've ever been with you, no, but it's fine. I've been mad at you before, I'll get over it." he said.

"So you are mad at me." I state.

"Look at me," he said, and I looked up at him.

"I'll get over it. We're fine." he said, and I nodded.

"Okay," I added.

Sam looked back at me urging me to now ask about the party.

"So you know how we're sleeping at Jody's?" I ask him.

I see his head nod.

"Well Alex's school has homecoming this week, and tonight there is a celebration for it." I said.

"So a party?" Dean asked, and I rolled my eyes at how well both my brothers knew me.

"Yeah sure, but more like a celebration." I said, quietly.

"That's nice. Alex is going?" he asked.

"Yeah she is." I say back. He nodded his head at that and went silent. After me not adding in anything, he spoke again.

"Are you trying to ask me if you can go to the party with her?" he asked, knowing damn well what I was doing.

"Well, yeah, it's just for her school or whatever and she invited me." I said.

"We'll talk about it once were there." he said, and I nodded, knowing not to push my luck by asking any further.

We got to Jody's place a little bit before dinner time. Once inside, I put my stuff in Alex's room. She jumped up and hugged me at the sight.

"Are you excited for tonight? This is my costume," she said, drawing my eyes to her super short cheerleader skirt and low cut shirt.

"What are you gonna be?" she asked me.

"Well, I mentioned it to them, but they said they're gonna talk about it. I think I'll be able to go, but I don't have a costume." I told her.

"Okay, well we'll just have to make you one. Slutty bunny? Or cat." she said, glancing at her closet for wardrobe choices.

"Alex, you know damn well i'm not gonna be allowed to leave this house in a slutty costume." I said.

"Jody wouldn't let me either, so we're gonna wear normal clothes over it. Don't worry I got it all figured out." she said.

God, I hope she did.

We went out to the dining room where Jody prepared dinner for everyone. Steak and potatoes.

"Where's Claire at?" I ask, genuinely curious to where that brat has been at.

"She's been at a program all night. She should be back some time soon." said Jody.

"Great." I mumble, smirking to Alex, but my small smile quickly faded when I caught Dean's glare. I cast my eyes onto my plate. He wasn't mad at me, but he for sure wasn't being any type of lenient today.

"So I asked Lena to come to the party tonight, Jody. I figured it'd be better if the two of us went." said Alex, feeling the weird tension in the room.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna go?" she asked, looking at me.

"Uh, well I think so…" I said, looking at Dean, "You said we'd talk about it." I said to him.

"Let's talk about it." he said, setting his fork and knife down.

"Well… can I go?" I asked him, and glanced nervously at Sammy.

"Where is it?" Dean asked, his face stern as hell.

"A house by the lake. He's the quarterback of the football team." said Alex.

"Get me the address," he said back to her.

Alex nodded, and I was getting annoyed that he was being nasty and short.

"What time is it at?" said Sam.

"Well head over around 8:30." said Alex.

"And you'll be home by 10." said Dean, and at that I started to bug out. Before I could throw a fit, Sam stepped in to help me.

"Dean that's not even two hours. Unreasonable even for you. She'll be with Alex, she'll behave, and she'll be home by 12." he said, staring at me pointedly.

I exhaled at this, times like this I realized how much I appreciated Sammy.

"I'll be home by 12. Promise." I say, looking at Dean.

He sits back in his seat and stares at me. I can tell he thinks this is an awful idea.

Alex and I are dressed in our costumes, mine consisting of a short and skin tight black leather mini skirt, and a matching lace bralette. My brothers would skin me alive if they knew I planned on wearing this out in public. I almost decided to call this off, knowing I would get reemed out if I was busted, but decided to stick with it, because this is what normal teenagers did. I was determined to be a normal teenager. At least for tonight.

Alex and I slipped our regular clothes over our outfits and headed into the living room. Dean, Sam, and Jody were all sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and watching a show.

"You guys look cute," said Jody, and I smiled, but again, once I caught Dean's face, which was stoic and cold looking, my smile faded.

"Scott will be here any minute," Alex said, taking a seat on the loveseat.

"Who's Scott?" Dean asked abruptly.

"Alex's boyfriend," said Jody, and I knew from Dean's face that he was about to object to this whole thing because of the mention of boys.

"We're just talking. He's very respectful." she said.

"Tell him to come in when he's here," said Dean.

"Dean stop, he doesn't have to," I start, but he shoots me a glare, again, "You wanna go?" he asks me.

And I know I'm not supposed to answer, so I just sigh and sit next to Alex on the couch.

As soon as I sit, Dean stands and ushers me to follow him.

"Let's have a little talk," he says, leading me into the kitchen.

I absolutely resented when Dean was like this. I was always used to him being stupid overprotective and over bearing, but him being all passive aggressive like this was terrible. I'd rather him snap and yell and tell me I wasn't going then me having to walk on eggshells this whole damn night.

He pulled out a chair and pointed for me to sit, while he leaned against the counter, arms crossed against his chest.

"There's no doubt in my mind that there's gonna be alcohol at this party tonight. Alcohol and pot and guys and slutty dancing. And I'm only going to tell you that you know damn well what is going to happen if you participate in any of those mentioned activities. It's completely against my better judgement to let you go, and I think even you know that. And you sure as hell don't deserve to go with your behavior yesterday. But lucky for you, big brother Sammy thinks otherwise." he finished.

I glared at him, pissed off that he was being a dick, and pissed off that he kept bringing up yesterday after he told me he was over it.

"If i'm honest, I don't know why you even want to go to a party where you're not allowed to party, but I guess you must have some reason. Do not test me tonight, Elena." he said.

My eyes stung with tears, but I nodded my head. I didn't even want to go to this stupid party anymore.

"I won't, Dean."

He nodded, and the doorbell rang.

"Let's go." he said, exiting the kitchen.

I watched as Dean used his stature and glares to intimidate Scott, and Sammy came over to me and hugged me.

"You look cute. Don't let him ruin your night. He's being a grump ass, just ignore him. But don't make him any more mad. You follow the rules tonight, and don't do anything you're not supposed to." he said to me.

"Thanks, Sammy." I said to him.

Once Dean was done with the threatening and interrogating, he finally opened the door for us to leave.

"They're to be home at twelve. Not a minute later." he said to Scott.

"Gotcha." said Scott, smiling, but Dean glared at him.

"Yes sir." said Dean, correcting his response.

"Uh Y-yes sir," said Scott, while walking out the door.

Alex walked out next, and then I headed for the door.

"Love you," Dean said, as I reached him.

"You're not acting like it," I countered, kissing him on the cheek anyway, and walking out the door.

"Behave." he called after me.

I didn't bother to turn around, but I knew he was still watching through the doorway. I got into the back of Scott's car and he drove us to the party on the lake.

There were tons and tons of kids on the property, some in the front yard, others in the back by the dock. The three of us walked through the front door, where there were even more kids, if that was possible. Everyone was dressed in their stupid costumes, and I was silently judging each one as I passed by. Alex and I threw our bags on a couch and covered them with our jackets, before removing our outfits. I instantly felt uncomfortable, and I could tell Alex did, too, but we brushed it off and headed to the mob of people.

She quickly showed me who the house belonged to, his name was Tommy, and he was standing on a chair, trying to get everyone to take shots together. They were handing out tiny red solo cups full of liquor to all the kids, and even those in the front yard came to the back to join in.

"Let's go," Said Scott, leading me and Alex to the table. We accepted the shot, and Tommy gave a stupid speech about their senior class.

"Cheers bitches!" he yelled, before everyone raised their cups and took the shot.

The burning liquid was comforting, and it made me miss the normal whiskey in my coffee. I knew it had been stupid to take it, because I knew it would make me crave it again. Alex screamed and jumped on Scott's back, and everyone went running toward the lake.

"You coming?" said some guy from behind me. He was dressed as a pirate, (a sexy pirate) and he was ushering me to run down with him.

"Come on!" he said, and he grabbed my hand and we ran down to the lake. Everyone went in to their calves, splashing around and being stupid.

It was already 11:30, and a lot of people were just getting here. Alex had a few more drinks, me, I took only one more shot with the sexy pirate. Scott was drunk off his ass, and it was only around 11:45 when I started questioning how we would get home. If Scott wouldn't drive us, I could, but I had two shots and even I wouldn't be that stupid. I began to panic, but Alex told me to calm down.

"Do you think you can drive alright? It was only two shots." She said.

"No, I don't." I slumped down the wall in the house, and put my head in my hands.

The last thing I wanted was to call Dean and make him come get me. I know he wouldn't mind, as I know he would rather that have been the plan all along. But if I stumbled and he found out I had drank, I'd be dead. I could always call Sammy, but he would tell Dean, and then Dean would be pissed that I didn't call him. I didn't even trust any other random person to drive ya because I couldn't tell who was sober and who wasn't. It was 11:50, and I knew we wouldn't be home by 12. Did I call Dean and snitch on Alex? Evidently, she wouldn't have to deal with Dean or Sam, but I'm sure she'd get an earful from Jody. But though I could act sober, mostly because I was, Alex couldn't even pretend to be.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and called Dean.

He answered almost immediately.

"What's wrong?" he asked without question.

I swallowed nervously before continuing.

"Can you come get me and Alex?" I said.

"Yes. Give me five minutes." he said.

"Okay," I said, and hung up.

I went to get Alex, and struggled to keep her upright with me.

"Dean's coming to get us, Alex. You're okay." I said to her.

"Dean? But Scott…" she said.

"Scott is drunk, he can't drive us home. It's past twelve. We need to go home." I said to her.

We waited together until I saw the impala in front of the house. He got out of the car and stood in front of it, but when he saw me struggling with Alex, he came over. He picked her up and brought her into the car.

"What the fuck are you wearing," Dean asked me, after settling her into the backseat.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself, realizing we completely forgot to put our clothes back on over our costumes.

"It was a costume party…" I trail off quietly.

"Get your ass in the car." he said.

I started to get in the car, before realizing all of our bags were inside on the couch.

"Dee, all our stuff is inside," I say.

He glares at me with daggers and I realize how much shit i'm in.

"March." he growls, and I start towards the house as quick as I can.

I grab our bags, and realize how upset I am, mainly because Dean is now really mad at me, and I was just getting done with his pissy attitude. I hadn't done a lot wrong tonight, in fact, I know they'll be happy I called instead of driving, but they also don't know I drank, and they'd be pissed that I wore this to a party.

I headed back out to the car, and kept my head down to keep from looking at Dean.

It was a silent drive home, and as Dean helped bring Alex into the house, I lugged behind them, carrying the bags. Jody's house wasn't huge, and there was only one guest bedroom. I slept with Alex and Sam and Dean stayed in the guest room. He led Alex to her room, and Jody took over from there.

"Go inside," He said harshly to me, pointing towards his and Sammy's guest room.

I pouted and walked in, seeing Sam laying on the bed.

"What happened? And what are you wearing?" he said, his face contorting at my outfit.

"Put some clothes on. Now." snapped Dean from behind me.

"There inside," I whined, completely over this night. I also started to feel those two shots kicking in and I just wanted to lie down.

He threw a t-shirt at me, and a pair of his sweatpants to put on.

I caught them and quickly began to change.

"What happened?" asked Sammy, turning the attention back to me.

"Scott got drunk and couldn't drive us home. And Alex got drunk, too." I said.

"Why couldn't you drive home?" asked Dean, and I had a feeling in my gut that he knew I had drank.

As much as it's easy to lie behind their backs, I can't lie to their faces.

"I only had two shots, so I didn't want to drive. Plus I couldn't just take Scott's car." I say.

"What'd I tell you, Elena, what did I fucking tell you? And you still drank?" he growled.

"I only had two shots, Dee," I countered, but he grabbed my arm and swung me around, and smacked me so hard I stood up on my toes.

"Oww!" I cried, putting my hand back to rub it.

"I don't care if it's one shot, or forty shots, I told you not to drink!" he shouted at me.

I fell back on the bed and began to cry.

"And what'd you change into these clothes after leaving? You look like a goddamn hooker!" he yelled.

"Dean, relax, people are sleeping," said Sam.

Dean walked out of the room briefly and I turned to Sam.

"Sam, I'm sorry. It just all went wrong." I said.

"Listen, I'm not happy about you lying about your outfit, given you didn't even mention it was a costume party, and I'm sure as hell not happy about the drinking. We got over that, and now you gotta deal with him for doing it again," he said.

"But," he added, "I'm proud of you for calling, and not getting behind the wheel after you've been drinking. You're smart, Lena, and I know Dean is proud too, but right now all of your other infractions are blocking his judgement." said Sammy, with a small smile.

"Are you gonna throw up?" Dean asked, coming back into the room.

I shook my head no.

"You're on the floor in Alex's room. Go to sleep, well finish this in the morning." he said.

I stood up from the bed, and stumbled walking.

He came over to me, and grabbed my arm roughly, hoisting me up and leading me to Alex's room. There was a comforter and pillow on the floor, and a fuzzy blanket to put over me. He helped me to the floor and I laid my head on the pillow.

"Dee," I started,

"Not now, Elena. Go to bed." he said.

"Dee!" I whine-slash-scream, but in a whisper because Alex is passed out next to me.

He sighs and bends down to my level.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't believe me, but I am. And-And I, I don't know what's wrong with me." I said, crying, and he leaned in and put his arms around me. I buried my head in his shoulder and cried some more.

"I didn't want to drive them, and, I just-I just wanted to be a normal teenager. But I just wanted you to come and I'm.. I'm sorry." I said, and he lifted my head from his neck and held my face in his hands.

"Look at me, no, hey, Elena, look at me," he demanded, holding it firm.

"I know you're sorry, okay? Okay? I love you, you know that, you made a mistake, and we're gonna talk about it tomorrow, okay? But right now I need you to lay down and go to sleep. Okay?" he said.

"You're-you're mad! Dee, you're so mad at me!" I cried out.

I could tell I was being a lot, and he was getting irritated, and he gently slapped my chin up to look at him.

He put his stern face back on, "I'm not happy with you, no, you did something you weren't supposed to do, and you have to pay the consequences. But do I love you any less? No. You do stupid things all the time and I get mad, Lena. I've been mad at you before, right? And I always love you in the end. Look at me," he stated again,

"Go. To. Sleep." he said.

I nodded and he kissed my head. He stood up and I lay my head back on the pillow.

The next morning I woke up to Alex, who was throwing up in a bowl next to me. I quickly stood up, backed away, and once I made sure she laid down again, and I went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying so much, and my hair was a curly, frizzy, mess. I brushed my teeth and got the terrible taste in my mouth out, and then opened the door to head to the kitchen because I needed water desperately. I assumed everyone else was still sleeping, which makes sense because it was just seven in the morning. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and chugged the entire thing down, and then sat at the table with my head in my hands, contemplating my fate this morning. Just when I thought the morning couldn't get any worse, Claire pops out from her room.

"Rough night?" she asks, cocking her head to the side, and narrowing her eyes at me.

"Shut up," I said to her, drinking more water.

"Alex looks like she's dying," said Claire.

"She's fine. She's hungover and she's just not used to it." I tell her.

At that moment, Sam walked through the door, followed by Jody. Jody came over and gave me a side hug and a smile, and Sammy started to take out the eggs and bacon to cook.

"How you feeling," starts Jody, and I really wish she would stop drawing attention to me.

"I'm fine, really, I feel great," I say to her, giving her a fake reassuring smile.

"You don't look it," says Claire, smirking to herself.

I flip her off, and she does the same.
"Alright, alright, enough. Can we please just have a peaceful breakfast?" says Jody, taking a seat at the table.

Dean walked into the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee, and when he saw me without a cup, he gave me his and made a new one.

"Thank you," I said quietly, loving him for that.

He sat down at the table as well, and Sam went around depositing eggs and bacon on plates.

"I'm not hun-" I started, but he ignored my wish and filled my plate with food, and it made me nauseous to look at.

I moved the food around on my plate, and watched as everyone else was scarfing down their food.

"Should I go check on Alex?" I asked, to no one in particular.

"She's fine, she was going to take a shower when I passed her room," said Dean.

"Okay, what exactly happened last night?" asked Claire, looking from one person to the next.

Nobody spoke, and I forced myself to chew on a piece of bacon to not have to answer.

"Alex and Elena went to a party, and Alex had a little too much to drink." said Jody.

"What about former AA member over here? She's still sober?" asked Claire, and I instantly got upset.

Instead of lashing out at her, I put my head back in my hands and wiped my eyes. Screaming at her, possibly punching her in the face would just get me in more trouble, and I knew better from past experiences.

"Claire," spat Dean ferociously, he would always defend me, and in his eyes he and Sam were the only ones allowed to correct my behavior.

She took one glance at Dean's hard face, and her eyes averted down to her plate.

"What's going on today?" I asked, trying to change the conversation.

"You guys are in the house today, we're going down to the morgue," said Jody.

"Another body?" I asked, upset.

"Last night," said Sam, and I felt guilty that we had pulled their focus away last night.

I pushed more food around on my plate, and Sam came over and took it from me when he took his own plate away.

"Head out around eleven?" asked Jody, collecting the garbage from the table.

"Yeah. And leave the dishes, give the girls something to do today," said Dean, not even glancing my way.

I heard the bathroom door open, and walked towards the hallway.

"Hey, you good?" I asked Alex, and when she turned to look at me, I saw she was not good.

She looked awful, and Alex never looks awful.

"I feel like shit," she said to me.

"I know, me too. You're probably worse than me, though. You want water, coffee?" I asked her, as she settled back onto her bed.

"Water, I need water," she said, and so I went back into the kitchen and grabbed her two water bottles.

I sat on the edge of her bed, "So are they still going out today?" she asked me.

"Yeah, they're heading to the morgue soon." I told her.

We both heard her door swing open, and we both turned around to see Dean standing in the doorway.

"You-" he said, pointing to me, "up. Let's go." he said to me, and I stood and walked out her door in front of him.

I knew he was ready to talk about last night, but I so wasn't. Although more than anything I was ready for Dean to stop being mad at me.

He ushered for me to sit down on the bed, and shockingly, he sat down across from me.

"I told you not to drink last night, baby. I told you not to drink, not because you're not twenty-one, not because I care if you get a little bit tipsy. I told you, I warned you not to drink, because it's different with you. You know it is. You know that alcohol means something different to you than it does to a normal kid. Alex got drunk, and she'll probably get drunk again. She's doing it to fit in, to be accepted, to have fun. You do it to relax, and to fill some kind of void inside of you, and that's not okay, Elena," he said, and I put my head in my hands again.

"No, look at me, tell me I'm wrong? Huh? Can you tell me I'm wrong?" he asked, and he wasn't being aggressive, but I can tell he was genuinely concerned.

I shook my head no, and looked into his eyes with my glassy ones.

"We got you over this, Lena, you've been good with this for a while now, and we're not turning around now. You have a problem with something, I don't care how big or how small, you come to me and I will help you with whatever you need. You know that. You know I would turn the world upside down for you, Elena I need you to see that. I need you to talk to me." he said, grabbing my hands and gently shaking them.

I started full blown crying at this point, and he just let me sit there and cry to him.

"I know that it's hard to say no, but if it presents itself, you call me. Anytime, any place. You know that."he said, opening his arms for me to come in.

I leaned into him and hugged him and he smoothed over my hair until my tears died down.

"I'm sorry, Dee," I said to him.

He looked down at me, but I kept my face in his chest, "I know, baby." he said, and kissed my head. I sat up on the bed and wiped my eyes, and I felt his eyes still on me. I was wondering what he was waiting for, if this was going to be it, if he was still upset at me.

"Are you wondering if you're still in trouble?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

I slowly lifted my head and nodded, and he stood from the bed, now standing over me.

"Here's what I see. You didn't mention it was a costume party, and you went out in some slutty costume. You did something you weren't supposed to, and that's been taken care of. You lied to me, and I'm not happy about that," he said, and I nodded slowly, waiting for him to start in on me, "but you didn't drive because of those shots, and though I'm confident you could've, you didn't, and I'm proud of you for that. And i'm proud of you for taking care of Alex so well. Consider this your one free pass, ever. Do not lie to me again," he said.

"Yes, Dee." I said to him, and I stood up and hugged him once more.

He opened the door and ushered for me to go through.

"Go sit with Alex, I'll be right there." he said, walking into the kitchen.

I sat down on her bed once more, as she flipped through the channels of her tv. Jody and Dean emerged in the doorway and looked down at us.

"You two aren't to leave this house, and nobody is to come over. There's a sink full of dishes to do, and you can tidy up the rest of the house while your here all day," said Dean, speaking to the both of us, but staring at me, his way of telling me that he wasn't suggesting any of that, but telling me I'd better do it.

"Yes, Dean," I said, and I saw Alex give him a thumbs up from her huddled position on the bed.

"We'll definitely be back before dinner time. I'm thinking tacos before you guys hit the road," Jody said.

"That sounds great, Jody," I say, as Alex simultaneously gags.

I quickly get her her garbage can and she hurls over the edge of the bed.
"Take care of her," Dean said to me, and I nodded.

"I got it," I said, and then looked at him, "Behave," I added.

He raised his eyebrows at me, "Kidding, I'm kidding. But please be safe," I said.

"I always am," he said, winking at me, and walking away with Jody.

I heard the car beep, meaning Sam was probably outside with the car, and I only prayed I didn't get an earful from him later. All I know is that the kitchen can wait, I need some sleep.