"Who the hell is that?" Brittney asked, watching Dean towards the bonfire.
Angela turned around to see who she was staring at. "I think I know." She walked away from the cheerleader.
Jake looked up, "What the fuck?!" He couldn't exactly move because Brit was sitting on his lap.
Angela got her boyfriend's attention, nodding towards Jake as she walked away from him.
Derek got to the older man before Angela did. "You must be Dean."
"Who the fuck's asking?" The man barked.
Derek smirked at the attitude. "We called you about Brianna."
Dean didn't relax but he didn't bark at the man again. "Where is she?"
"She's inside with Ryan." Derek told him, leading the way up a walk path.
Angela caught up with them both.
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked.
"What did she tell you happened?" Angela asked from behind him.
"She told me Jake was saying shit." Dean answered her.
"Yeah, she should probably tell you everything."
"After you leave here." Derek added. "That way there isn't a death on my parents' property."
"How fucking bad was it?" Dean asked.
The three of them walked into Derek's house. The blonde guy led the way upstairs.
He knocked on the door, "Ry?"
The door opened, Ryan standing there while Brianna was underneath the covers.
Her eyeliner and mascara had run, not all the way down her face but definitely more smudged than it had been when she left. The curls in her ponytail were crushed from lying down.
"Brian?" Derek called, going over to her. "Hey, Dean's here."
She curled under the covers, looking over at Dean.
The sad, defeated look in those crystal blue eyes made Dean want to hurt half of the party.
She kicked the covers off, slipping back into her cheer shoes.
Getting up, she walked towards Dean, weaving around him and exiting the house.
The group turned and followed her.
"The Impala?" She asked.
"The Camaro." Dean answered.
She stopped at the door, looking Dean up and down once before dropping the subject.
Dean kept up with her from the front door to the yard where everyone was parked.
"Hey, fucker!"
"Son of a bitch." Brianna breathed.
Dean turned around just in time for Jake to shove him hard in the chest.
The older, taller male slipped a step then regained himself, blocking the next shove.
Brian got between the two. "Stop. Stop it now!"
Jake reached around Brianna in an attempt to hit Dean again.
Ryan and Derek stepped up, trying to keep the two apart.
Brianna stumbled from the collateral damage of Jake hitting Dean.
Dean caught her before focusing on Jake. He stepped forward.
"Dean. Dean!" She got in front of him again, grabbing his jacket before her hand found it's way to his face, gripping his chin and forcing him to look down at her. "Dean!"
He took both of her arms in his hands, but still turned to look at her.
"Please, do not do this."
"Brian ..."
"Dean, don't." She repeated.
"Fucking bitch, letting that girl convince you that you can't fight. She'll probably suck you off and tell you how much of a man you are even though you didn't throw a punch."
"Fuck." Ryan breathed, seeing three white SUVs pull off the main road with red and blue lights.
The police blocked the drive, nobody was leaving.
Jake managed to get away from the other football players, moving towards Dean.
Brianna turned around before Dean did, catching a drunk Jake's punch and barrelling her shoulder into his chest.
He stumbled. "Fucking Bitch."
She recovered before he did and slapped him. "Fucking jackass."
The cops had parked, coming out into yard to round up the teenagers.
Jake looked angry, no longer at Dean but at Brianna. He lunged at her.
Jake grabbed for her, getting her flannel in one hand and punching her.
The girl fell into Dean.
Dean hooked her and pulled her under his arm, punching Jake in the jaw and watching him fall into the dirt.
"Whoa, Whoa, hold up there kids." A Sheriff's Deputy rushed over and got between the kids.
A female sheriff came up to the other. "Brianna Singer?"
Brianna backed into Dean, causing him to wrap his arms around her instead of fighting with Jake.
The male deputy flashed his light on the kids. He stayed on Brianna when he saw blood on her face.
The female deputy reached out to check Brianna's face. "Does your Dad know you're here, Brian?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I called him when Jake got drunk and started..." She waved at him on the ground holding his face, "all of this."
"And who is this young man?" The male asked.
"He's a friend of the family, Mr. Evans." She set her hand on Dean's forearm which was wrapped around her waist. "He was coming get me."
"He fucking broke my jaw!" Jake shouted.
"You wouldn't be talking if that was the case." Deputy Evans responded. "Sheriff Mills, what do you want to do with all these kids."
She sighed, turning to Derek. "Get that fire out, Mr. Burns."
"I'll help him." Ryan offered.
"Brianna, are you okay?" She asked. "You've got a nose bleed and he busted both your top and bottom lip."
Brianna finally reached up and touched her face. When there was blood on her hand, Dean immediately turned her around and started checking her face out for himself.
She took his hand in hers, looking up at him with those blue eyes. "Please?" She mouthed.
The murderous glare in his eyes faded at her request but she knew it was still there.
"How old are you, Mr ..."
"19." Dean answered, not giving his name.
"Name?"
Brianna looked at the deputy. "He's staying at my place, Mr. Evans. Can he please just take me home to my dad?"
"I know where you live, Brian," The female said. "I'll come by for your statement in the morning."
"Bullshit!" Jake stood up, barely. "He's 19, I'm 16. That's illegal, I want him arrested for assaulting me!"
"Mrs. Mills, Dean is only here because I called him. Jake hit him first."
Mills looked at the girl and her protector. "Jacob you had better count your blessing that Bobby Singer isn't here to kick your ass. I watched you hit Brian before Dean hit you."
"None of this would have happened if she wasn't such a whore-"
Deputy Evans shined his light Jake this time. "Have you been drinking, son?"
Jake fumbled on that one, his eyes were bloodshot and everyone within 5 feet could smell the beer.
"Jody, I think I'm going to take Jacob here to cool off. Bring him home and explain to his parents what happened here tonight."
"Sure thing, Deputy." The female waved at Brianna. "I'll walk you to the car, Ms Singer." She pressed her radio, "Send all these kids home. Call their parents if they've been drinking."
"You two been drinking at all?" The sheriff asked as they got to the Camaro.
"No, Ma'am. Dean's only been here for 5 minutes to pick me up. I haven't been drinking at all."
She nodded to the teenagers. "Get her home safe." She told Dean. She looked at Brianna. "Mr Mills wants to check out the car, I'll bring him over tomorrow when I come to take you statement. Do you want to press charges?"
"No, Ma'am. I just want to be away from all of this bullshit."
The female nodded, "Have a good night, you two."
Angela ran over before they could take off. She held up Brianna's bag from her car. Opening the backdoor, she tossed it in. "Sorry about everything, Bri."
The other cheerleader nodded, then Dean put the car into reverse and carefully weaved around the cop cars.
"You should have let me lay him out." Dean pointed out.
"You did."
"You are bleeding, Brian."
She nodded, looking out of the window. "Just take me home."
Dean glanced at her, sitting in the passenger seat, not even looking at him. Reaching over, he reached out and started playing with the radio, pausing to shift down as they got into the town limits.
She moved closer towards the middle of the bench seat, tucking her feet by the door as she leaned over and set her head on Dean's thigh.
He lifted her arm to accomadate her, running his hand over her ponytail before resting his arm on her ribs. "What happens when I need to shift?" He asked her.
"Don't elbow me in the stomach." She mumbled, setting her hand underneath her head as a mock pillow.
Dean smiled down at her innocent face, laying on his thigh for comfort as she closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry if I get my blood on you." She mumbled sleepily.
Dean ran his hand over her hair again, rubbing her shoulder.