Again with the Standard Disclaimer disclaiming my ownership of stuff that really doesn't belong to me.

So firstly thanks to my fabulous reviewers you rock! Yay you! As promised, supernatural goodness abound! Also to dark pen holder and frodocat, sorry my dears, but you're going to have to share Dean at the end of this chapter. Oops, he ran, might I suggest a trail of peanut M&M's?

The Great Nine Dragons sleep in the heavens as their Guardians exist on Earth and the Charmed Realms. They are the guides of their Guardians and if needed can appear to their Guardians or any being they so choose. However they may only appear in non-corporeal form for their power is much too great to once again exist on the Human Plane. Their astral forms are only 1/18th of their size and none of their power for a majority of it is transferred to their Guardians.

It was study night…crap. Study night for me at least…doubly crap. Kate and Sarah were pouring over translated versions of the Scroll of Ancients while I (ever the procrastinator) furiously typed out my lab report for physiology, our freaking cat dissection due the next day. Just because I've got other problems does not mean my education goes on hold. The time I have left before my years are up will not be wasted!

"Jin?"

"Yo?"

"Can I ask you something? And promise you won't get mad." Sarah was tentative and hesitant.

"As long as I can keep working…shoot." Please don't be a boyfriend question, PLEASE don't be a boyfriend question, I hate those questions not to mention I'm under best friend oath to keep my mouth shut about their past. It's an unspoken agreement.

"Why did you have sex with Dean? Not that I blame you, I mean that man is 'WOW'…But I mean, no offense but you don't seem the type to just give it away to anybody…" Kate looked interested in our conversation and waited patiently.

"I was definitely not expecting that." Pulling the pencil out of my hair and running my fingers over my scalp I spun the chair to face my two friends. "This is a total confidence conversation alright? The boys don't know because I know they'd freak and probably kill Dean and maybe Sam, so you're not to say anything." Kate agreed first and Sarah followed half a second after trying to get comfortable on her bed, "But you're right, I wasn't planning on sex until I was ready and it was someone I loved or trusted fully. Actually I wasn't planning on sex at all, but shit happens. Don't get me wrong, I did trust Dean and still do, but it was out of necessity that we got intimate before really knowing one another."

"Necessity? Why would you have to have sex? That sounds like a Reid thing." Kate asked puzzled.

"I know how it sounds, but really it was never like that."

"Oh?"

I sighed; this was going to take a while. "Not so much as having sex, rather not being a virgin. Remember in the Scrolls of Ancients about the ages Guardians get their powers?" Both girls nodded, "Well technically I was more powerful than the average 16 year old Guardian or at least I should have been. See, the Scrolls haven't been updated in the last 2000 years or so for who knows what reason. So basically there is missing text that would actually help any Guardian now. What the text fails to explain about a Guardian's powers is exactly how addicting going into Full-Guardian mode can be, sure we're all powerful and yes all that power eats away at us from the inside but the Scrolls doesn't say why it's as addicting it is. Nor does it say what it feels like."

"What do you mean, what it feels like?" These two are gonna make me old!

They waited expectantly for me to continue, "You've both had sex right? Well, full-power is like a long carried out orgasm, wave after wave of pure pleasure and release. It's like you're free and you can do anything with no consequences." They shared disbelieving looks that made me uncomfortable, "That kind of feeling is way too much for a virgin to handle without the right preparation or experience. By not being a virgin is like a final step toward handling the full power of your Dragon…something that the Scrolls would never mention because they were created by prudish women."

"So how did it get to that point, I mean you could have waited for your boyfriend or something." Sarah prodded still trying to understand, I turned back to my computer and thought carefully about my response both to my friends as well as my for my lab report.

"I've never had boyfriend, I've dated but my life is too short to really tie myself to any one person, besides I went to an all-girls school before I transferred here." The two girls grimaced before I continued, "When I met Sam and Dean, they were dealing with a ghost while I was following a Fury to send it back to the Charmed Realms…"

Flashback – two years ago

The dilapidated building loomed over me in the darkness, breathing hard I loosened the forest-green tie of my green and gold/yellow school uniform while leaning on the old black-iron fence. I didn't even have time to change into pants when I got the call, but Furies are bad news when they want to be and I'd already sent two of the three back to the Charmed Realms, it was the leader of this small pack that slipped past my barrier. I was tired, sweaty, pissed as hell and not to mention behind on some of my homework because of my "extracurricular activities".

Inside the building I could hear the Fury's screech challenging me as Bumblebee urged me to transform to as far as my power could take me. Gripping the naginata in front of me, the Dragon Armor sprouted painfully from the skin of my arms, neck, legs and back tearing my clothes to shreds. Turning 16 gave me more power to actually allow the Armor to grow more, but it did not prepare me for the pain. Until I could get full-power, every transformation would be painful.

Normally Furies were not bad, they were female personifications of vengeance, but sometimes things get taken too far and some idiot rips them from the Charmed Realms and of course chaos and havoc ensue. "You're mine, bitch." I growled jumping the fence and landing on the roof with a graceful tap of my clawed foot. As stealthily as possible I made my way through the building allowing my Dragon Eyes search for the renegade Fury when my ears picked up on some not so creature-esque sounds. Momentarily foregoing my search for the Fury for the sounds of what could be humans I turned several corners to see flashes of light and hear voices ask about EMF's and other paranormal behavior. What the hell? Why are people in here?

Breathing deeply I tried to will back my Armor before the idiots caught me and did something stupid…no such luck.

Light flashed on me followed by "HOLY SHIT!" and then the bang of a shotgun and pain. Thank God my Armor was still on.

Swinging the naginata in the direction of the source of light, I found my blade at the neck of a very handsome young man with dark dirty blonde hair, next to him was a taller man equally handsome and not much older than me it seemed with shaggy brown hair. Both had guns that were pointed directly at me.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I demanded unfazed by the guns pointed at me, with my Armor, I am damn near invincible even if I wasn't fully powered, but hell these mortal don't know that.

"Shit! You can talk?"

"What are you?" They ordered at the same time; my, my, they're an intelligent couple.

"Of course I can talk, what kind of stupid question is that? But that's beside the point, what are two mortals doing here?" I sounded high and mighty but if I didn't get them out of here, they'd be torn to shreds by the Fury, I refuse to have mortals' deaths on my conscience…even if they are asking for it.

"I could ask you the same question." The one with my blade to his neck gave me a snarky retort. Before I could answer, the Fury loomed its ugly snake covered head behind the two men with its claws raised. Reacting quickly I knocked them both down with the butt of the pole-arm before launching myself at the creature only to get knocked back into the two as they were just getting up. "What the hell is that?"

Hissing painfully I noticed that my already torn shirt and uniform jacket were little more than strips on my olive flesh covered in my blood, my Armor had already melted back into my skin. The three of us struggled to stand as the Fury attacked again with its large black claws coming down on the staff of my weapon. "What are you still doing here? Run you idiots!" I screamed trying to hold off the Fury. But they didn't, Blondie merely took aim with his sawed off shot gun and let out a blast in the beast's face while Shaggy picked me up over his shoulder and started running with Blondie following right after. They didn't kill it, they just made it mad. The rage of Bumblebee flooded me as my Armor grew painfully back in place and I teleported off of Shaggy and in front of the charging Fury. Behind me the two men stopped and yelled at me to come with them, but instead I used a toppled wall to launch myself at the Fury again and slit the beast from nose to navel; its black blood splattered me before shimmering away to safety in the blink of an eye. Damn, I couldn't send it back tonight, not when there are two mortals staring holes into my back and I have to be home by 9pm. I should've had this wrapped up already, but no… Shaggy and Blondie just had to get in the way. Oh well, the Fury is hurting for now and that's good enough for now, nobody is gonna get hurt for now at least.

I turned back to them and asked for the time, "10:45…why?"

"Shit! I'm gonna be in so much trouble." I started running towards the exit when an angry spirit appeared of a man with mottled skin and wild eyes startled and grabbed me only to be burned by the Armor covering my flesh. This time Shaggy let out round after round into the thing while Blondie pulled me out of the building with Shaggy following. Apparently the ghost was confined to the building but that didn't stop us from high-tailing it out of there in a '67 black Chevy Impala.

We were about a few miles away from the site and in front of a Motel 6 when Blondie parked the car and turned to me. The Dragon Armor had already melted back and I was bleeding on the remnants of my plaid green and golden-yellow skirt. The drive had been awkwardly silent, and I was grateful…sort of. I mean, here I was in a strange car with strange men in one of the strangest battles I'd ever had. Not only did my quarry get away, but I was now exposed to two mortals who apparently were in the same business as me.

"Okay, I've got questions and you've got the answers, so I'll make this quick sweetheart, who or what are you, what the hell were you doing back there and what the hell was that thing?" My vision was starting to get blurry and I realized that the gashes to my belly were a lot deeper than I originally anticipated.

"Dean."

"No Sam, this kid knows something, and I wanna know what."

"Dean…"

"Well?"

"Dean!"

"Answer me." I bit my lip trying to will myself to heal, but Bumblebee told me the only way I could heal was by another Guardian or rest. Rest sounded good.

"Dean!"

"What?"

"She's bleeding."

"FUCK." My eyes fluttered shut as my already dark world became black. Bumblebee would have scolded me for letting the Fury get away, but he consoled me saying that these two, this Dean and Sam, would not hurt me.

When I woke hours later, my middle was bandaged but my hands were handcuffed to the bedposts. This would be kinky if I were like that. Blondie/Dean stared at me from the end of the bed on a backwards chair with the shotgun pointed at me and Shaggy/Sam watched me from another bed holding a beat up journal and metal flask. As soon as my eyes opened, Shaggy/Sam began splattering me with the contents from the flask and sputtering out crude words in what I could assume should be Latin.

"Hey! I know I could use a shower, but I could honestly do without the butchering of my religion's language." My Dragon power could break the metal handcuffs, but that could mean I'd get shot. My armor wasn't on…that mean either pain or death, neither very fun.

"So you're not a demon."

"No, because I fight demons and it'd be pointless if I were fighting myself now wouldn't it?" I retorted, "Can I get out of these handcuffs now?"

"Christos."

"Listen, I don't appreciate you taking the Lord's name in vain either. It's insulting!" Shaggy/Sam nodded to Blondie/Dean before giving me the okay. Smiling, my Dragon Powers broke and repaired the cuffs before they were tossed to Shaggy/Sam.

"If you could get out of those why didn't you do it earlier?"

"And have you shoot me? I don't think so." Rubbing my wrists I noticed that I wasn't wearing my uniform but instead a large grey shirt with a black dragon design, how fitting. "It wouldn't kill me, but it'd sure as hell hurt. Who changed me?"

"My cousin David did, I'm Luke." Blondie/Dean stated lowering his gun.

"No you're not. Who are you really? And don't lie, I can tell if you're lying."

"No, he's really Luke and I'm—"

"Sam, and he's Dean." Both looked bewildered and Blondie/Dean fixed the gun at me again. "I was paying attention before I passed out. Look this is getting us nowhere since you insist on either lying to me or threatening to shoot me, so thanks for bandaging me up and I'll be going. Don't worry, you'll get your shirt back, cleaned and press by the end of the day. Bye." I got up off the bed letting the shirt fall to my lower thighs and called my naginata to me to shrink it back to the size of a hairpin but before I could teleport home, Shaggy/Sam held my shoulder and gave me the irresistible puppy look I usually gave to the Sons of Ipswich.

"Wait, we're sorry and you're right. We did lie to you."

"Dude!"

"Dean, you want answers and she's obviously got them." He turned back to me, "My name is Sam Winchester, and that's my brother Dean. We're hunters of the supernatural."

"Jin Addiena Liu, most call me Addiena. I'm the Yellow Dragon Guardian." Sam and I shook hands with small smiles as Dean continued to eye me warily, "And as much as I would love to discuss our fabulous professions further, I have a possibly panicked mother and school to deal with right now. So the way I see it is you can either take me home and bunk at my house for free sans the credit card fraud and noisy motel neighbors or I can 'port home leaving you to deal with creepy humans and the like prowling around these cheesy motels."

They shared a look, "We'll bring you home."

As soon as I stepped over the threshold of the villa, my Nanny-Fey Anya fluttered about with news of my parents frantically trying to find me. Dad almost sent out the guard to look for me, but I'd come home before it got that drastic. The household staff is all Folk of the Charmed Realm that can pass as human, mostly since I tended to have magical mishaps and my powers keep changing me randomly. A lot of my tutors in all things magical are the staff.

It goes without saying that Nanay and Tatay scolded me for not contacting them last night, but I did introduce them to Dean and Sam before I left for school. I hope they'll welcome the two new mortals willingly.

Throughout the school day, the circle of friends I had helped me finish my homework before I turned it in with full marks. It was hard to hide my wan appearance with a glamour since I was already feeling weak, and I've never held one up for a whole school day.

However, the gashes from the Fury the night before caused me enough pain I had to leave for home early. Anya came with our driver to take me home telling me about how Dean had charmed a lot of the female staff, while Sam got along very well with my family. I guess that's a good thing.

Later that night after basically telling both sides and a hearty dinner, Dean, Sam and I went back to the dilapidated building where their ghost was and where the Fury would be. This time I was wearing clothes that were Dragon Armor friendly as we stepped out of the shiny black Impala and snuck silently into the building. For two mortals, they were rather good at the sneaking thing, must be from years of hunting the dark and scary like I do. Just as I pulled the naginata pin from my hair, a horrible scream filled the air, it sounded like the Fury, but it was mingled with something else…the angry ghost!

A regular Fury is no big deal; a super-pumped Fury is difficult but not impossible…but a Fury/Ghost? I was so not ready for that, I'm still a VIRGIN! I tried stabbing at it but the blade passed harmlessly through it, and the rock salt bullets just bounced of its skin only angering it. So we ran and hid trying to regroup, I considered blasting it with my powers but Bumblebee warned me that it'd have the same affect as the rock salt, I wasn't powerful enough.

"What do we do? This is you're monster!"

"I don't know, it absorbed your ghost!"

"What do you mean you don't know? You're the Guardian, or doesn't that mean something?"

"Shut up, I'm thinking."

"Think faster kid!"

Dean and I argued furiously as Sam watched our back trying to get us to be quiet, but was unsuccessful as we got louder and louder attracting the Fury/Ghost's attention.

"DEAN!" Sam pushed his brother out of the way only to be snatched by the hybrid and disappear before I could reach him. Dean yelled angrily and ran all pell mell calling out for his brother, instinctively I ran after the elder Winchester trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't do much because I wasn't powerful enough against a hybrid like that. Then Bumblebee spoke in my mind…shit. I was not ready to take that step…but who knows what would happen to Sam if I didn't.

"Dean, shut up! Relax a moment, will ya?"

"Shut up? My brother's gone and you want me to shut up and relax? No way baby girl." He ground out. I had a decision to make and whether or not I'd like it remains to be seen.

"I-I have and idea…" I bit my lip; please don't let me regret this. "But you're going to have to trust me, I mean really trust me."

"Fine."

"You don't trust me."

"I do, now what's your plan." I sighed trying to keep aware for the Fury/Ghost.

"You won't like it. And you'll think I'm crazy, but it just might be the only way."

"Get on with it!" I teleported us back to the Impala and stripped off my jacket before unzipping my top, "What are you doing?"

"You have to have sex with me."

"WHAT! No way, look you're cute and all—"

"You think I want to? I'm 16 and happily I'm a virgin! But because of that I can't reach my full power, it's a rule. Believe me if there another way, I'd take it, but there isn't. So if you wanna save your brother and kill this thing we have to do this."

"Alright, but I don't want your parents or any of your bodyguards coming after me, got it? Or the police or anybody for that matter."

"Why would I go to the police? I'm not stupid okay."

"God, I can't believe I'm getting talked into having sex."

"As if this is easy for me? I wouldn't—" Dean pushed me against the car and kissed me with a fierce passion and need, the need of saving his brother and the passionate need of a man for a woman.

In the backseat of the Impala, Dean was a gentle and considerate lover that made me peak countless times in that first round. Although I did ask for forgiveness about the bite-marks and fingernail scratches on his back, I didn't look back and ask myself what I did. I only wished that my first time was with someone else, someone I loved forever…someone back in Ipswich.

After we caught our breath and came down from the high, we hastily dressed and Dean asked if I was alright. "Yes… I think so." My power came quickly as did my Dragon Armor without the pain. "Yeah, all things considered." I glanced a look at my reflection in the shiny paneling of the Impala, I was definitely changed, the mane of gold and black was glossier, my Dragon eyes brighter, my Armor harder; the Guardian I was paled in comparison to the one I am now…to some respects I was a woman. The thought was bile in my throat, I wasn't ready for that step, but I couldn't take it back.

"Ready?" Dean asked cocking his shotgun, he was smug…too smug with his sex-hair and panty-soaking smirk. I never really understood the meaning of those words until now and if the situation wasn't as bad as it was, I think I'd have thrown him back in the backseat.

With a firm nod, the hairpin naginata grew to a full weapon before we took off in a run for the building. My senses were heighten more than what they were before, and I realized what I had been missing, my ears picked up ever breath, every heartbeat, every rustle of fabric from the red-blooded male coming up 3 feet behind me. My Dragon eyes missed nothing and this newfound power was nearly euphoric! Somehow, with one shared look a telepathic link was created between me and Dean.

'This way.'

'What the fuck? Are you in my head?'

'I-I think so...'

'How the hell did you do that? Could you do it before?'

'No, but can we please focus on the now? I can feel Sam, come on.' Biting my lip I led Dean up the rotting and decaying steps only to teleport us silently up the last six feet where Sam's grunts could be heard. Apparently the body of the angry spirit had been cremated a long time ago so it wasn't their regular "salt and burn" job. It needed to be sent away, but added with the avenging powers of a Fury…it was my job to take over. Dean and I slammed the door open to see the face of the scary murderer plastered on the body of the she-beast with blood dripping from the eyes and a mane of angry snakes leaning over Sam to torture him.

"Hey you!" Dean shot a round at the Fury/Ghost grabbing its attention towards us and away from his brother.

Angrily it shook itself and lunged at us only to be speared on my blade, "I don't think so, darling." A clawed hand gripped its face and with a power blast the ghost separated from the Fury, I chanted a spell of return in the Forgotten Language and sent the Fury back to the Charmed Realm. "You're turn." I turned to Dean and the recently released Sam who blasted round after round at the ghost until it retreated and they could salt and burn its tools.

"You look different Addiena, how did you do that?" Sam turned to me, the firelight danced on his bruised face.

"Um…"

End Flashback

"Wow? That's incredible."

My head nodded in agreement as my fingers continued writing my report…I've got to come up with something besides how disgusting the formaldehyde-soaked cat smelled.

"So how did your parents take the new you?"

"Well, not the way Dean expected, he was expecting to be hush about it, but in my house that wasn't likely considering that Anya blurted it out the moment I stepped through the door. My parents were disappointed for different reasons, they knew that I had to lose my virginity in order to be more powerful, but they hoped I'd be married first. So to my dad it was either accepting that I couldn't stay a girl at half-power forever or marrying me off at 16; neither of which was going to happen. And Mom…well, she wished I lost it to Tyler. Ew. She and Aunt Lucy have been trying to hook me and Tyler up since we lost our baby teeth, so that was a disappointment for her, but they were proud I'd achieved more power." My report was almost done! "After that, we kinda just helped each other out, I used my power to locate the father and they educated me on some of the finer point of hunting in case I came into contact with stuff more on this plane than Charmed Realm related. We had a good working relationship until one day I couldn't reach them and their dad gave me a dead number. Then I haven't heard from them for two years until just yesterday."

"Okay…next question. How was he? Really." I looked at them, the color rising in my face, I am never gonna get anything done.

Roz was working, Lilja had homework and I was tutoring Kate and Sarah tonight again. The Winchesters have been in town for a total of four days (not including the first night at Nicky's), so far one person has died, one is comatose and another has been checked into the psychiatric ward. Normally the guys would go to the site draw out the poltergeist and send it to hell, the only problem: there is no site. Well there is a site, but the attacks are so erratic and inconsistent it's impossible to pinpoint the specifications, so Dean and Sam have been doing research or whatever they do; but I can't help…I have homework.

Well, technically my homework is done, but I'm on strict house arrest by Caleb and Tyler from doing anything dangerous related a.k.a. hunting. They even think doing the research with the Winchesters will hurt me, as if a brain cramp is just as debilitating as a broken neck! So to ease my suffering, Kate and Sarah came over under the guise of a study session.

"Jin, you've known the boys a long time, right?" Kate nibbled on a licorice rope staring at me upside down on Sarah's bed.

"Yeah, why?"

"Have you ever dated any of them?" Uh-oh, jealous girlfriend mode. Should I say the truth and deal with both Pogue and Kate riding my ass or lie and have Kate and Sarah riding my ass?

"Are you fucking serious?" How could I have not known this would eventually come up? Especially after they asked about sex with Dean. They're girls, more specifically they are girlfriends.

"Yes…I want to know." She was hesitant. Kate does not want to know.

"Why?" Stall, stall for time Jin.

"Because…I just do. I have a right to know."

Scratching under my ear in a very Dean-like fashion, I scrambled what to say, "Technically you don't…" but before I could finish by some miracle my cell phone rang to the tune of Styx's "Renegade"…Dean. Please be a job, please be a job, oh please be a JOB!!!

Sarah grabbed my phone first and put it on speaker, "Hi Dean it's Sarah."

"Sarah? Where's Dei?"

"Sarah put you on speaker phone and won't give it back!" I yelled as the blond ducked me again tossing the phone to Kate.

"Hi Dean! Kate here, Jin says she misses the way you make her feel!"

"I WILL KILL YOU TUNNEY!" I roared trying for the phone again.

"Dei, are you stir-crazy yet"

"Yes! Sarah give me my phone, I'm trying to have a conversation!"

"Thought so." His chuckle could be heard over the noise we made over the possession of my phone.

"Jin says she wants to sex you up!" Kate. KILL! KILL! KILL!

"Yeah…um I can tell."

"Hear that Jin? Dean wants you bad!" Sarah.

"Give me the phone! Dean, tell them to give it back!"

"See Dean, she wants her panties back." Kate.

"Tell her, she has to come and get them." They howled with laughter.

"Don't encourage them!"

"So Dean, we wanna know, give us the dirty details…" KATE!

"Keep your mouth shut Dean Winchester or I swear you will be a eunuch!"

"Sorry girls, Jin has spoken."

"Oh come on Dean." Sarah.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of a little 90 pound girl." Kate.

"ARGH!" I tried to dive bomb Sarah when at that the exact moment Caleb and Pogue barged into our dormitory only to be felled by my landing. "Look out!"

"OW…" came the collective response, the girlfriends were rolling on the floor laughing and I took that opportunity to painfully tackle Kate (who now had current possession of my phone) and wrench the phone from her hand.

"Hi Dean…" With a wave of my hand an invisible wall built itself before any of them could steal the phone again. "What's up?"

"Good, you're alone."

"No, I'm not busy tonight." My posture was the typical "movie-teen" pose; I turned on the charm and sweetness of a girl being asked out for the first time. Sarah and Kate grinned at each other before watching me intently.

"We've got us a hunt, but we need a little Dragon Power."

"Okay, what time will you get me?" My voice hinted 'flirt' and 'come hither'.

"Still playing them? You have half an hour." How funny that he knows me so well, almost better than the Sons.

"Only half an hour to doll up? Really Dean, that's not fair…but I know you don't like being held up." I teased. If they insist on listening in on my conversation, I may as well have some fun with it. But playful Dean was nowhere around, only serious-we've-got-work-to-do Dean.

"Funny. Half an hour, Dei."

"Can't wait… oh one more thing, babe, no scary movies or I will tear you up so bad you'll be worthless to a woman." I growled.

"After everything we've seen and fought, you're sill scared of horror flicks. They're fake Dei, they can't hurt you." He chuckled and Sam could be heard in the background laughing with him. Stupid immature boys!

"That's what you think…" I replied before giggling, "Okay see you then baby." God, shoot me now…did I just say that.

As we hung up, the invisible wall that my friends had been leaning against melted, making them fall heavily to the floor. Plastering a girlish grin on my face I turned to Kate and Sarah squealing, "I have a date with DEAN!"

"OH my God. What are you going to wear?"

"Where are you going? This is so great!"

Kate and Sarah scrambled up to squeal with me as Pogue helped Caleb off the floor from where their girlfriends trampled them to "celebrate" my "love-life". Caleb's face contorted in suppressed rage, "You're not going."

That simple statement put a stop to any excitement the girls had, "Excuse me? What did you say?"

"You are not going out with that guy, Jin."

My eyes narrowed to Dragon form in anger. "And why not? I like him, obviously likes me 'cause he asked me out tonight." Sure a lie, but I'm going CRAZY.

"This guy's dangerous Jin, you know that and you're acting as if it doesn't matter!" He practically roared; Caleb's calm and collected façade melted away. The others watched us confused…as if I wasn't.

"Maybe because it doesn't Caleb, maybe because I really like Dean so I don't care." I roared back with equal force.

"He's been on the FBI's most wanted list! If you hadn't altered the image and stuff, he'd be in prison! They both would." Caleb leaned in, "Those two are criminals and sure as hell going to bring you down."

Again for the second time since Dean and Sam showed up, my fist connected with my secret crush's face. "He's saved people Caleb, he's a hero, and he takes on shit that normal people shouldn't even know about. How dare you say otherwise?"

"He only wants one thing, Jin, he's a guy—"

"So what does that mean, huh? That all guys just want 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm' sort of thing?" I cut him off.

"Caleb, you're not building good argument man, we're guys too." Pogue tried to mediate only to get shot down by both of our glares.

"Is that how you feel about Sarah?"

"Don't bring her into this."

"She's standing right here! How can she not be brought into this?"

"This isn't about her, it's about you."

"Exactly, I'm not your girlfriend but I…" I stopped myself before going any further, "you know what, forget it, this argument is stupid, I'm going out with Dean tonight and if you try and stop me I will rip off your fucking face because I have had it with you, you overbearing shit! Get out!" With my powers, both Pogue and Caleb found themselves barred from Sarah and my dorm, although Caleb landed none too gently against the wall.

"Sarah, I swear your boyfriend is gonna wake up without his dick one of these days."

"Oh Jin, could you at least do that when I really have to use a toy instead of him?" We laughed, but mine was the only one forced. I don't need that in my head.

"Now what are you going to wear?"

It wasn't long before Kate and Sarah found themselves in the hall with not only a sulking Caleb and curious Pogue, but Reid and Tyler were there as well. From inside the room, I could sense Tyler's silent anger…it is beyond me why they don't like Dean and Sam. Whatever, I've gotta finish packing my duffel so I can change in the car, with a wave of my hand the duffel was transported into the backseat of the Impala. In front of the mirror I straightened the top a bit, nice enough for a nice dinner, but hot enough for a New York club. I'd threaded the hairpin naginata through my dark hair now a hand's breadth below the shoulder. Nice, but not jaw-dropping. Staring at my reflection, I considered changing my top for something more…enticing? The sheer black collared short sleeve shirt had a key-hole at the pushed up cleavage and an open back showing off no bra…one of Roz's shirts. Hot, but not enough to bother Caleb and Tyler enough. Then I remembered that dress. The one dress I refused to wear when Roz and Lilja went shopping for me for the first and last time… if I'm gonna play, might as well play dirty.

As the door opened, six jaws hit the floor. Good. The curve hugging dress moved with every step, it was a halter with a bra-like top with cut out sides and a jeweled center circle with ties for the back around the waist (A/N: inspiration found here at greatglam-dot-com/pdlive1.cfm#). The three and a half inch sandal pumps gave me the right amount of height to make my legs look longer and damn sexy.

"Whoa!"

"Oh my God!"

"What? Ain'tcha never saw a dress before?" God, I felt way too exposed! "So, what do you think? Will Dean like it?" I did a little twirl with a playful smirk.

"I know I do." Reid grinned trying to slip his arm around my waist to my rear only to be slapped away by a well manicured hand.

"Um… well, I um…" Kate and Sarah looked at one another trying to find the words before Kate covered Pogue's ogling eyes.

"Are you INSANE? You can't go out like THAT." Tyler exploded as Caleb's furious face was swelling a bit from my earlier blow.

"Go out like what, huh?" My hands were planted firmly on my hips in anger that made my friends take a step back… well except Tyler and Caleb.

Nostrils flaring, Tyler stomped up to me, gripped my arm and growled through gritted teeth, "You are not dressing up like a hooker. And you are not going out with Dean. That's final." I glared at my overprotective best friend. "I don't care if I have to Use to make you stay, you are not going out."

The angry retort died on my lips when Dean's ringtone sang from the phone in my clutch purse, but before I could answer, Tyler plucked the cell from my hand and picked up to give Dean a piece of his mind. Reid took the distraction to swoop in and hold me tightly against his form to stop me from attacking Tyler who handed the phone to Caleb. Only Pogue, Sarah and Kate found this interaction amusing in the remotest sense.

I considered powering up for a moment, but then the hateful dress will be destroyed and I'll be in Reid's arms NAKED! I mean the dress is rather sheer so undies are kind of out of the question. Oh well, sorry Reid. With a practiced move from martial arts training, Reid found himself on the floor with my sandal pump on his chest, he struggled a bit trying to see up the tight black dress but was disappointed with nothing by the angle he was down. Using a smidgen of Dragon Power as to not ruin my clothes, I pinned Tyler, Caleb and Reid's arms to their sides. A matching leather jacket materialized over one arm as my other hand dusted off imaginary lint from my front.

"Now if you will excuse me, my date is here. Sarah, don't wait up, I might not be back tonight." With a practiced hair flip from my well-manicured hand, I imitated a Tyra Banks model strut down the hall with my heels clicking on the old tile floors. Turning the corner, the small bit of power over the three boys was lifted and soon scrambling and yelling after me was heard echoing the halls. The noise drew out a few of the other students to my direction long before I made it to the front hall. Smiling flirtatiously at the cat calls, I exited the main hall with my friends hot on my heels.

Leaning against the side door of the Impala, Dean smirked as I carefully descended the stone steps of Spencer. A chill wind swirled around me rustling my hair and causing goose pimples on my exposed flesh.

"Damn Addiena, I'm in a mind to skip dinner and go straight to dessert." Dean whistled as my arms wrapped around his neck for a hot kiss, his hands traced down my sides to squeeze my bum through the thin fabric of my dress and I could feel him smile against my lips. "No panties, you're making this too easy for me Dei."

"I'm always down for a good show." I whispered against his neck before kissing him again. Dean opened the passenger door to the Impala to let me in but not before waving to angry Caleb and Tyler. Ooh this is fun!

A/N: So I was going to keep going but this is blinking long and I did promise to get this chapter up quickly. Anyway, next chapter will definitely have the Supernatural goodness I so long for especially since it's on TONIGHT and I'm on my Spring Breather! Wooo!

In this chapter I used some words from the Filipino dialect Tagalog, pronounced "ta-gall-oh-g"

-nanay: mother, pronounced "nan-aye"

-tatay: father, pronounced "tat-aye"

Also, I am officially creeped out because while trying to write this chapter, I had to research urban legends around Massachusetts…well now I can't sleep. So, I ended up making my own cheesy ghost story. FYI, for those of that don't know, there really is a Danvers Mental Institution in Massachusetts, creepy huh?