AN: This is the awkward teenage sex chapter. It had to happen and I don't really write things like that all that well. It's not graphic or anything, just super weird. That's why it's taken so long to get it posted. I've never been a fifteen year old boy, so this was incredibly difficult. I hope y'all are okay with it.


Dean became pretty attached to Janie the more time they spent together. He knew that it was probably not the best idea seeing as how his dad liked to just pack up and leave town, but every time Dean brought her over to the house for dinner or to do homework or just hang out, John couldn't help but smile at them. Sam continuously complained about Dean having a girl over all the time, he did not like having a girl in his room. Dean wasn't really sure what Sam thought was going on, since the door was always open and their dad kept sticking him head in a making sure they weren't touching. Dean figured Sam should start noticing girls soon and Sam did seem to be pretty good friends with a little girl in his class named Stephanie, even talked about going to her house for Thanksgiving.


"This is seriously the music you listen to?" Janie laughed going through the shoe box of cassettes tapes on his bed.

"What's wrong with my music?" Dean said defensively, grabbing the tape back from her.

"You listen to the same music as my mom," Janie smirked.

"Have you heard some of the crap on top forty stations?" Dean scoffed. "Have to listen to that shit when Sam gets a hold of the radio. Friggin' sucks. Worst two hours of my life every time. I'd rather shoot myself in the face."

Janie rolled her eyes.

"What?" Dean shrugged. "It's true. It's horrible, Janie."

"You don't like Ace of Base?" Janie said very seriously. "That tape's always playing in the jeep."

"I honestly don't even know what that is," Dean shook his head.

"Seriously?" Janie chuckled.

"I'm not usually listening," Dean smiled leaning in to catch her in a quick kiss. "I'm either in the back and can't hear it, or I'm paying more attention to you."

"Whatever," Janie laughed leaning in.

Dean was trying his best to be patient, but they'd only made it about halfway to second base in the three weeks they'd been a serious item. He was desperately hoping for even a little bit of over the shirt action soon, but they very rarely got to spend any time completely alone.

His hand was snaking up from her waist, so close, when his dad popped his head in and announced dinner.

"Pizza here guys." It felt like John was laughing at him.

Dean glared through Janie's hair at him. "Really?" he mumbled against her lips.

"Maybe we can catch a movie after we eat?" Janie suggested. "Pulp Fiction's still playing at the mega-plex, or that new Frankenstein."

"Or the new Star Trek movie," Dean nodded.

"Or not that," Janie said placing her index finger on his nose.

"Dad'll probably make us take Sam," Dean sighed.

"Dinner," John called again.

"Heard you the first time," Dean yelled back.

"I'll ask him if I can take you out," Janie smiled standing up and flatting her skirt out. "Tell him I'll have you home before you turn into a pumpkin."


They didn't exactly make it to the mega-plex like Janie told John, but to a necking point out by the river on the edge of town.

"I… I thought we were going to the movies," Dean coughed.

"Thank God you're cute," Janie smiled running her fingers through his hair. "Weren't you the one saying, not even two hours ago, that we could have some private time?"

"Oh," Dean nodded. "Right."

He was nervous, almost shaky nervous. This was his moment, more than anything he didn't want to mess this up, make Janie laugh at him. Nothing would be more humiliating than that. He let her lead as they started to make out and he finally, finally got his hand over her breast.

"Whoa," Janie said pushing back. "Hold on. Have you… have you ever done this before?"

Dean shook his head quickly, panicked that he'd managed to screw this all up less than five minutes in. "I had a girlfriend when I was twelve, but I didn't even get to kiss her."

"Okay," Janie smiled pulling him closer by the shirt. "Don't… just don't squeeze them like that. They aren't car horns. Just be nice."

They kept going, until she was topless and he was on top of her on the bench seat in the back of the Wrangler. She got a hand on him and Dean couldn't figure out why they weren't doing this all the time. It was so much more intense than doing it himself.

"I want," Dean said breathing heavily, pulling her face to his.

"Not yet," Janie smiled into the kiss. "I'm not ready for that, not in the back seat of my car."

"Okay," Dean nodded. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just hand me my bra," Janie answered. "Gotta get you home before your dad sends out a search party."

"I'll do anything," Dean pleaded, because this couldn't be the end.

"Next time," Janie promised leaning over him to find her clothes.

"There's a next time?" Dean said more to himself than to her.

"Of course," Janie kissed him hard on the cheek. "There will definitely be a next time."


When he got back to the house, his Dad was waiting up for him on the couch. He did his best to hide the wide smile on his face as he tried to sneak by him into the bedroom.

"How was the movie?" John asked, taking a long sip from the brown bottle he had planted against his knee.

"Awesome," Dean nodded, taking a step closer to his bedroom and avoidance of a potentially awkward conversation.

"What was it about?"

"I have no idea," Dean said honestly. "I'm tired, got school in the morning and stuff. I'm gonna go to sleep, if that's cool."

"Bobby called me," John said, turning to look at Dean over his shoulder. "There's something pretty big up toward the Canadian border, I'm gonna go take care of it. I'm leaving in the morning."

"Okay," Dean shrugged. "How long you think you'll be?"

"Week," John answered. "Maybe two."

"So you won't be around for Thanksgiving?"

"Don't think so," John shook his head. "Sammy wants to go to his little friend's house. You got your girlfriend. Not a big deal, really."

"Alright," Dean nodded.

"Listen," John said seriously. "I said the same thing to your brother earlier; I don't want you bringing your girl around here while I'm not around. She can come and do homework, but I want her outta here by sun down. Sam will tell me if she's not, and you'll be in deep shit. I get that you're fifteen and you think the sun shines out her tits, but I don't need that around your brother. Be responsible."

"Yes sir," Dean answered, straightening up a little bit. "I can do that."

"If you go over to her place," John continued. "Make sure you're here to feed your brother. There's money in the envelope on the fridge for food. You're in charge. Be the good kid I know you can be."

"Yes sir," Dean nodded. "I will."

"And if what happened tonight while you weren't at the movies is what I think happened judging from the smirk on your face," John said. "I hope you're careful."

"Please don't," Dean mumbled shifting awkwardly.

"We don't need accidents," John replied.

"I understand," Dean answered. "I do, I get it. I'll be careful."

"Just take care of Sammy."

"Always do, Sir," Dean answered, before disappearing into his room.


Everything went smoothly through Thanksgiving. Dean helped Sam tie his tie and walked him down the street to his friend Stephanie's house. The girl's dad said he'd drive Sam home later. Dean tossed his feet over the arm of the couch and ate cold lo mien and watched the Lions beat the Bills. It was pretty boring by himself he decided in the middle of the first quarter of the second game. He wished they had a microwave or that there was anything else on television. Janie said she'd call when she got back from her aunt's house a couple hours away in Oregon.

He went to his room and found the book Janie had told him to read after he finished Slaughter House Five; The Hobbit. He had a hard time keeping the dwarves straight in his head, but Janie swore it was awesome so kept pushing through it. He'd never tell anyone, but he was kind of getting into the whole reading for fun thing. He got why Sam did it, anyway. There wasn't the pressure of having to explain what he'd just read to anyone so, really the story was his to interpret the way he wanted. School would probably be a whole lot easier if it was taught that way.

When Sam got home Dean was asleep on the sofa with the book on his chest.

"Hey," Sam yelled tapping the bottom of Dean's foot.

Dean opened one eye slowly. "What?" he moaned.

"My friend, Levi, who lives next to Stephanie, asked me if I can go to his house for a sleep over tomorrow," Sam said quickly. "Can I go?"

"Would Dad let you go?" Dean asked wiping sleep from his eyes and sitting up.

"No," Sam answered discouraged. "But he never lets me do anything fun, and Levi said that all my friends are gonna be there and I'm gonna be a loser if I don't go."

"You're a loser if you go," Dean smirked.

"Don't be a jerk," Sam said rolling his eyes. "Can I please go?"

"Who's gonna be there?" Dean asked.

"Levi, obviously since it's his house," Sam answered. "Russ, Phil, Derek and Isaac, everyone."

"Just a bunch of guys?"

Sam nodded.

"Does Dad know this kid or his parents?"

"No, but you can meet them when we go over tomorrow," Sam pleaded. "They're not demons or nothing, I checked; just a normal suburban family."

"Dad really wouldn't let you go?"

"Does Dad let us do anything?" Sam sighed. "No."

"I wanna meet this kid's family before I'll let you stay," Dean answered. "And you don't get to tell Dad that I let you stay overnight anywhere."

"You're the best!" Sam smiled as he hugged Dean tightly, the flopped into the recliner next to the couch. "What are you watchin'?"

"No idea," Dean said tossing Sam the remote. "I was watching the Dallas game, but I fell asleep."

Dean watched as Sam loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes, getting comfortable as he flipped through the channels trying to find anything worth watching. He didn't get to see Sam smile all that much anymore, not since he'd stolen their dad's journal a couple Christmases ago. He looked so grown up all of sudden. Maybe it was the tie and the dress shirt, but he didn't look like his little Sammy anymore.


Levi's parents were pretty normal, the regular boring parents that everyone except the Winchester boys seemed to have. His dad was a tax account and his mom stayed at him with Levi and his two little sisters. Dean made sure that Sam had a silver butterfly knife and plenty of salt just in case when he dropped him off.

The light blue Wrangler met him at the end of Levi's street.

"You're dad seriously just left you alone?" Janie asked as Dean pulled himself up into the passenger's seat.

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "Meeting up with my uncle for a work thing, up near the Canadian border."

"On Thanksgiving?" Janie said skeptically.

"Well, he left Monday," Dean explained. "So kinda, yeah. Doesn't really matter, we got the trailer to ourselves."

"What does your dad do?" Janie asked as she dropped the car into drive and started back off toward Dean's place.

"Umm," Dean shifted awkwardly. "He's a mechanic."

"And there's a major car emergency that takes a week to fix?" Janie pressed when the turned into the trailer park.

"I can't really talk about it," Dean mumbled.

"Whatever," Janie shook her head as they pulled into his driveway.


They ended up watching a movie on TV pressed together on his couch, Dean pressing his nose into her ear occasionally.

"What are you even trying to do?" Janie said turning toward him after the fourth or fifth time she felt his nose in her ear.

"I don't know," Dean answered.

"Clearly," Janie smiled. "Don't do that it's weird." She turned into him and placed her head on his shoulder.

He let his fingers run through her hair, and when she didn't tell him that was too weird, allowed himself to get bolder.

When the credits rolled on the screen she turned up to him. "Your dad's really not coming back tonight?"

"Not til Tuesday at the earliest," Dean nodded.

She stood up and pulled him up with her, their lips meeting briefly before she pulled him into his room.

It escalated quickly from making out to naked making out. And when she asked if he had a condom, he slipped off the side of the bed while reaching for the bedside table. She didn't laugh which he was thankful for but he wasn't really sure what came next. She took control and it was over before either of them really had a chance to enjoy it. The second time was better, he knew what to expect knew where to put his hands.

They lay together with her head on his chest, pieces of her hair falling into his mouth. He could stay like this forever, just him and his girl. He was pretty sure he was in love with her; this had to be what love felt like, he'd have to ask his dad when he got home. He listened as her breath evened out to sleep before searching for it himself. He made plans to make her a big breakfast in the morning before they went to pick up Sammy. He wondered if his dad would be able to tell what he did when he got home. Janie was beautiful; he figured he'd tell her over breakfast. He played with her hair, so soft and smelling like sweet strawberries until he finally fell asleep.


AN 2: I went back and re-watched Dark Side of the Moon to find out the name of the girl that Sam spends his first Thanksgiving with, and discovered I messed up the canon time line a little bit. Sorry. I hope it's okay.