A car pulled up in the front yard, girls getting out of it and coming onto the porch.
"What the hell?" John asked, watching a blonde girls bounce around under the porch light.
Bobby groaned. "I gotta go play proud parent real quick." He tossed his beer bottle into the fire and walked towards the house with Dean and John in tow.
"BRIAN!" One of the screamed as she opened the door and stepped into the foyer.
"Screw off, bitch. I'm coming." Brianna's voice screamed down the stairs.
Sam got off the couch and the girl now stood looking at him.
"Hey there." The blonde with curly hair giggled.
A blonde with pin-straight hair came up behind her. "Slut." She giggled, looking from the first cheerleader to Sam. "Besides, Brian would fucking kill you."
Dean stood carefully behind his father and Bobby, watching the girls.
A green and black duffle bag flew from the top of the stairs to the bottom.
A guy Sam's age came into the house, wearing jeans and a green/black jersey. Weaving around the cheerleaders he tore up the stairs.
A minute or so later, he came back downstairs. "She can't find her hair bow."
"I might have a spare in my bag."
"Has she checked the car?" Bobby asked, shouting over the kids. "She drove herself to the rally - meet - match thing."
One of the girls sighed, heading back upstairs. "Bitch! Did you hear your Dad?!"
"I am so fucking glad that YOU got the daughter, Bobby." John laughed out loud, going get another beer.
"We're going to be late!" The curly haired chick shouted.
Sam backed into the living room as the curly haired girl kept watching him.
"Brittney, quit being a slut." Brianna barked at her as she came downstairs "Ryan can you go see if my hair bow is in the car?"
"I can drive the car while you look for it."
"I can break your nose with a pom-pom in my hand." She argued.
"I'm down. I may look a little more rugged that way." He said before grabbing her keys and going off to the car.
Brian started tossing things around the living room. "Where the fuck is it?"
John had wandered back out into the yard after getting his beer.
Dean looked at Brianna, standing there in her black cheer sneakers, leading up to her short green and black pleated cheer skirt with matching long sleeve crop top. Her hair pitch black was pulled up into a high ponytail and curled down.
She looked up from her searching and Dean saw the makeup, heavy black eyeliner spread around her crystal blue eyes. Her lips had a glittery, shiny tint that made them even pinker than he remembered.
They were almost the same puffy, pink that they had been that night in Nebraska. After Dean had pressed his lips against them.
Dean finally peeled his eyes off of her, turning towards the table he picked up one of the larger leather bound volumes. "This bow?" He asked, holding up a large green and black bow.
"Fuck, yes." Brianna sighed, walking into the dinning room. "Can you clip it?" She asked him, getting in front of him and doing an about face.
"Where?" Dean asked, glancing at her pale neck underneath the darked hair he'd swear he's ever seen. The neck he'd tried to kiss before she got away from him.
"Right here." She pointed. "Above the hair tie."
She barely came up to Dean's shoulders so it was very easy for her to reach up and slide the metal clip into her hair, putting it as best he could in right above her pony tail.
"There." He said as he stepped back.
She reached up to check it. "Thank you."
Walking towards the front door, Bobby stopped her. "Did you get what I left in your room?" He asked, quietly.
She blushed, "Yes, they're in my bag."
"Be fucking careful." He mumbled, hugging her.
"You mean be careful fucking?" She snapped, hugging back.
The guy had picked up her bag as she walked out of the house. "Can I borrow your car for a date next week?"
Brianna laughed out loud. "No. The only reason you're asking me is because your parents aren't giving you theirs."
"My parents aren't as cool as yours. I don't get my own car." He whined.
"If you hadn't been caught fucking in your parents' car they'd have been alot cooler about it." She chuckled as the door shut behind them.
"When was somebody going to mention that Brian is a cheerleader?" Dean asked, sounding loud in the now quiet house.
"Probably when Brian gave a damn that you knew." Bobby said, getting another beer and going back outside.