Hey people! Sorry I haven't posted in ages. These past weeks have been kinda rough - I had to have surgery done on my leg and I haven't been feeling that well. Now I'm slowly getting better so I hope to be able to write more.

Thanks to everyone who is reading this and super thanks to all who take the time to write a review!

That day went in a blur and felt like a dream.

The morning - rushing through the breakfast with no appetite, in the shower wondering if dad and Dean were really going to miss everything, then shaving in a hurry - getting a stupid cut on his chin, putting on the suit Jackie had bought him, and briefly being reminded of Matteo - an elf, what the fuck? - and finally getting to school, worrying about that cut on his chin starting bleeding again, then hiding that amazingly neat suit under the blue robe that - let's face it, it looked silly - but surprisingly when wearing it, Sam didn't feel silly at all, he felt grown up and happy and exhilarated and proud, and-

- and then, in the middle of the ceremony, he noticed the back door of the hall opening, Dean and dad sneaking in the room.

And for once he wasn't annoyed that they were late, or that they looked like they'd rolled in the mud and slept in trash cans. He was just so relieved, so happy that they were here, that his eyes teared up.

There they sat, in the back row, and if Sam hadn't known better, he would've thought he saw tears in Dad's eyes too.

But the best part was still the end - getting the hat in his head and the diploma in his hands. For only then could Sam believe that he had done it. That against all odds - moving around all his childhood, changing schools, being bullied, getting his notebooks eaten by a monster, missing exams because Dad needed help chasing an evil spirit - against all that, he had succeeded.

He had graduated with the best grades and he knew that the world was his for the taking.

"You did it!" Jackie was beaming, as she rushed through the crowd towards him after the ceremony. "You fucking did it, Sam! I'm so proud of you!"

Sam had no time to reply, as she threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, almost knocking him over - he managed to catch her just in time. Her lips were on his in a heartbeat, and Sam didn't give a crap that his hat fell off his head and that people were watching and laughing, some dudes making rude comments as he grabbed Jackie's ass and answered her kiss.

"Congratulations, babe," she said when finally breaking the kiss. "Now let me down before your teachers have a stroke."

"They teach in high school - I think they've seen worse," he noted, but laid her down nevertheless, and crouched to pick up his fallen hat.

"Still-," Jackie began but stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she noticed his dad. "Oh! Mr. Winchester, you made it!"

"I wouldn't have missed this," Dad said, and walked to Sam - and the look in Dad's eyes made Sam's chest ache. He offered his hand to Sam, and they shook like men, and it wasn't just his imagination, dad really had tears in his eyes. He pulled Sam into a manly embrace, and it made Sam feel like he was choking in emotions he couldn't name.

"I'm proud of you, son," he said, with that raspy, low voice that Sam had rarely heard this gentle. And never, ever had he heard Dad saying that he was proud of him.

"Thank you, sir." he managed.

"Your mother would be proud too. I wish she could see you now." he let go, with a final tap on his shoulder.

"I was thinking-" dad said. "That we should go out and celebrate. Let's go and have lunch-"

"Congratulations Sammy!" that was Dean. He pushed through the crowd towards them, stuffing something that looked like a piece of paper into the pocket of his leather jacket - no doubt some girl's phone number.

"Now, let's go eat! I'm fricking starving!" Dean smirked and slapped him on the shoulder. "You ready to go?"

Sam turned to look at Jackie, who had been silently standing by his side throughout this exchange of words. Her red hair was arranged in beautiful curls that fell to her shoulders, she was wearing a fluffy cream-colored dress and high heels, looking so pretty it took his breath away. The contrast to dad and Dean with their dirty hunting clothes could not have been bigger.

He cleared his throat.

"Jackie, did you have plans-?" he started, but Jackie waved it off with a swift movement of her slender wrist.

"No, no it's fine! You go and have lunch with your family - I'll see you at the party."

Sam arched his brows. He blinked a couple of times. "Party? What party?"

She gave him one of those impish grins that always made him nervous. "Oh, I organized something, a small gathering. Don't worry, you're gonna love it-"

"Yo, Sam!" a bulky guy Sam didn't even know, slapped him on the shoulder. "A fricking party! Awesome, bro!"

"What-?"

"I might have invited some people." Jackie's grin widened.

"Oh!" noted Dean. "So, those are the fliers people have-"

Sam made a desperate groan.

"- I got one too." Dean went on, pulling a neon pink piece of paper out of his pocket, and started unfolding it. "Some chick gave it to me."

"Jackie, come on-" Sam sighed in desperation. "You know I don't like parties-"

"Too late for that, babe. Life with me is a party."

"Yeah, but still-"

"Weart the suit, it's a fancy place." she said, pointing a finger at him, and then to Dean: "You're invited too, but not if you're in jeans!"

"What?" Dean made a face. "I'm not gonna wear some stupid monkey-suit-"

"Well, suit yourself, then. But you know, there are gonna be girls - a lot of girls! Besides, Joe is coming - and this is a once in a lifetime chance for you to see her dressed in something pretty."

"Oh." Dean's brows arched high, which made Sam wonder.

Jackie had been urging Joe to call Dean so that he'd take her out - but he had assumed that had led to nothing, especially now that Dean knew Jackie and Joe weren't humans. But maybe he was mistaken because a slow grin appeared on Dean's lips.

"Yeah, well - let's see," he said. "Maybe I'll stop by."

Jackie excused herself from their company with a quick kiss on Sam's lips - and that kiss was enough to make him so high-headed that it was almost ridiculous. It had been just last night that she had fucked him senseless on the couch, and already he was burning for her, burning for her touch. His eyes followed her swinging hips as she walked her high heels away from them, and his mind was full of things he'd like to do with her tonight, all of them so much better than some party-

"Let me see that flier, son." That was dad's voice.

Dean passed the paper to dad, and Sam leaned closer to see better.

"Huh," Dad muttered in a voice that Sam knew all too well. "I wonder how a waitress has money to throw a party like this?"

He turned his dark eyes to Sam, and it felt like he saw right through him, right through all the lies. A cold fear settled itself in Sam's ribcage.

"Her parents were rich." Sam shrugged. What was one lie more?

"Right." dad said, glancing in the direction where Jackie had disappeared. "I know when someone is lying to me, son."

"Yeah? Well, her money is none of your business-"

"Please!" That was Dean. "Can the two of you just not fight? Not today?"

And the raw desperate tone of his voice was enough to make Sam shut up mid-sentence.

Dean was right. Today of all days, today - the day that dad had told him he was proud, and that mom would be proud too. Today, that dad had made an effort to show up at his Graduation. Today, that could very well be the last day they sat down to have lunch together, for tomorrow dad would no doubt be on another hunting trip - and Sam would start packing his stuff, for he was moving to Stanford with Jackie as soon as they found a place they liked.

Maybe dad came to the same conclusion in his mind, for he didn't press on the matter either, just silently handed the flier to Sam, and he stuffed it into a pocket.

"Can we just have that lunch now?" Dean asked, raising his brows.

"Yeah," Sam replied, a small smile in the corner of his mouth. "But you're gonna shower first. You smell like puke."

The party was all that Sam had feared for it to be.

It was in a brand new nightclub - not that old, crappy one which had been the number one place of this small town before, the one where Sam had fucked Jackie in the bathroom and she had left him (that memory still made him both horny and heartbroken). This place was something else - it had been opened only a couple of weeks ago, and it was all glass and steel and Sam didn't even want to think how much it had cost to throw the party there.

He wasn't happy that Jackie was spending all of her savings on these kinds of things. They were going to need the money when they moved to Stanford - instead of burning it all in parties and Champagne.

But it was her money.

And besides, she had said she never paid the full price.

"Sam! You're here!" Jackie rushed to meet him the moment he managed to enter, squeezing his way through a crowd of young people he vaguely remembered seeing in school.

"Yeah, and it seems I'm not the only one," he noted, glancing around. "How many people did you invite?"

"Some." she shrugged. "But don't worry, I only have eyes for you."

That drew his attention back at her, and he noticed she had changed into another dress - a skin-tight green thing with spaghetti straps and a neckline so low that it took Sam's breath away. Her breasts were barely covered by the thin fabric, and Sam was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra.

He had sudden difficulties in swallowing.

"You look beautiful." he managed, his hands finding her waist, pulling her near. "Is that a new dress?"

"Matteo made it." she grinned. "You like it?"

"I love it-" he said, his lips brushing her ear. "And I think that so does everyone else. Guys are staring at you."

Jackie released herself from his arms and gave him an innocent glance through her lashes. "You are not jealous, are you?"

"No, I just-"

"Good. Because it's you I'm taking home tonight," she said with a sinful grin. "And you're the one who's gonna peel this dress off me before this night is over."

"How about right now?" Sam suggested.

"No, come on! I want to dance! And drink Champagne! And you haven't even seen Joe yet-"

And she took his hand, started dragging him through the dancing mob, deeper into the nightclub, where the raw beat of the music hit him with full force. Sam wasn't a fan of nightclubs, but the primitive beat seemed to go straight into Jackie's blood, her hips swinging to the rhythm as she walked.

It sure was a nice sight.

But then they had crossed the dancefloor - some classmates of Sam's brushed past them, waving to him while holding a huge bottle of champagne and giggling hysterically, which made Sam wonder if Jackie realized that they were all too young to drink, and how had she arranged for the nightclub to serve them anything-

- and then decided not to say anything about it.

He hoped they'd be leaving soon anyway, and he'd be peeling off that dress of hers, that gorgeous green thing that revealed more than it covered, and his eyes wandered to her backside once again. He was pretty sure she wasn't wearing panties either-

"Howdy, kid." a voice cut through Sam's thoughts, making him jump.

There was Joe, sitting at a table, a beer in front of her - on her lips a smile that was just a bit too wide, a bit too feral to be human.

Sam's brows arched high, as he took in her looks. The slim-fit black men's suit she was wearing complimented her lean and tall figure, the buttons of her white shirt collar were open revealing the smooth skin of the hollow of her neck. She was leaning back on her chair, her long legs crossed at the ankles.

"Staying out of trouble?" Joe asked. "Running away from golems instead of running towards them?"

Sam couldn't help a small laugh. "Trying my best."

"You look real sharp," Joe commented, her eyes that had the color of the sea before the storm, wandering on his body. "Nice suit. Got it from Rome?"

"Of course he got it from Rome." Jackie cut in before Sam could answer.

"But of course," Joe said. "Taking that boy to see Matteo, huh? I'm sensing it's getting serious."

Sam felt a weird thump in his chest as his heart skipped some beats at Joe's words. But Jackie's hands were on his waist, her fingers finding the waistband of his trousers and she pulled him closer, and he was drawn to her like a moth is drawn to a flame-

"It was serious from day one." Jackie breathed, her lips almost brushing his. "Right, love?"

"Right-" Sam muttered, leaning closer to kiss her - but she pulled back and instead grabbed a glass of champagne and brought that to her perfect lips.

"Come now, Sam. Don't be impatient," she said, after downing half of the glass in one gulp. "Tonight I want to dance until my feet bleed, and I want to drink so much champagne that my blood rises to heavens with the bubbles, and then - and only then - I want you to take me to my place and fuck me so that I die in your arms-"

"Damn! And if only I was invited-" said a voice nearby.

"But you're not," Sam stated sternly, turning to face Dean.

"Sure about that, Jackie? You're looking nice. Love that dress."

Dean had that look that always made Sam want to punch him, the look that made all the girls in the world just throw them at his feet.

"Cut the flirting, Dean," Jackie replied, but she looked like she was breathing in the compliment. "If I asked you to my bed, you would only strangle me in my sleep. Don't think I don't know that."

"Nah, I'm over that," Dean replied, smirking. "You're too pretty to kill."

"I might be pretty but I'm not an imbecile," Jackie said and took a long sip of her champagne. "I'm not letting my guard down when you're around."

"Wait, what?" asked Joe, and they all turned to look at her. "Jackie - did Dean try to hurt you?"

"Oh, I must've forgotten to mention that" Jackie replied and her cheeks turned red despite the laugh she gave. "But it's nothing. I kicked his ass."

"I bet you did. Still, Dean-"

Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah?"

"I will kill you."

"Hey-!"

"Seriously," Joe stated and stood up. She was almost as tall as Dean, though only half as wide, and her grey eyes were burning with silver flames. "You hurt my sister, you are dead."

"Hey lady, why don't you-"

"Stop it!" That was Jackie. "Both of you just stop it! It's Sam's graduation party! No one is going to start a fight here - no one!"

"Dean, sit down and have a beer," said Sam. "And Joe-"

"Yes?"

She tilted her head, her eyes were cold and endless and so old it made Sam shiver.

"Just…" he cleared his throat. "Just don't kill my brother. Please?"

Her eyes softened, and a small smile appeared in the corner of her mouth, and just like that she looked like a human again, like a young girl instead of… an angel.

"I can see why Jackie likes you, boy," she said, as she sat back down and grabbed her pint. "It's not just the looks, you have manners too."

"Yes, yes, yes - I know he's perfect!" Jackie exclaimed with a bit of a strained tone and a roll of her eyes. "But are we just going to stay here forever talking about Sam's gorgeousness and who's gonna kill whom? Or are we going to get drunk and dance our feet off?"

"Getting drunk sounds good," said Dean, who had taken a bottle from a nearby cooler - and whose eyes were now taking in Joe's magical beauty. He looked like he was watching the moon.

"But I don't dance," said Joe, her eyes in Dean.

"Neither do I," said Sam. "Though I'm pretty sure no one here cares."

"I care," said Jackie softly. "But you might have to stay here anyway, just to make sure Joe and Dean don't murder each other or do other unspeakable things."

"Where are you going to go?"

Her smile lit up the room.

"To dance, babe. You can watch."

And I'm gonna stop here now. I feel like I'm always saying this, but in the next chapter, something finally happens, lol. I don't know what's taking me so long... I enjoy writing Sam and Jackie too much to advance into the drama.