Chapter 49

Win at all costs

At Camp Half-Blood

Dean knocked on the Athena cabin door.

Justin opened the door and was surprised to see Dean standing there.

"Hey" Justin said awkwardly.

"Look no hard feelings, I'm just here to see Tim" Dean said not holding a grudge.

Justin went back inside to fetch his half-brother.

A few moments later Tim came to the door, as surprised as Justin, "What do you want?" He asked curiously.

"We need to talk" Dean said calmly.

"Really?" Tim closed the cabin door behind him so nobody eavesdropped, "About what?"

"What we're doing, as a team, it's not working" Dean said flat out.

"Maybe it's time for someone more capable to lead" Tim suggested.

Dean sighed, "Maybe it is, ok? And I'm fine with that being you" he said sincerely.

Tim was shocked to hear those words come out of his friend's mouth, "You…you are?"

"I honestly don't care if you're the leader, as long as you keep that ego of yours in check" Dean said.

"I don't have an—"

"First time we fought you underestimated me, second time you fought Billy I can guess you did the same thing and that's why you lost" Dean said.

Tim shifted awkwardly, "Maybe I did, but that doesn't matter. So you'll step down?"

"If it was up to me I would but it's Chiron's decision, and he wants me to try again" Dean said.

"Then I don't understand, what did you come to talk to me about?" Tim asked.

"I need your help" Dean admitted.

"Really dude? Why did you even bother coming here" Tim turned around and went to go back inside.

"Hey" Dean grabbed his arm to stop him, "Look me in the eye and tell me you're not tired of losing"

Tim looked at him and was about to say something but hesitated, he couldn't deny that he was dying to win at least one match.

"We've been messing up from the moment Chiron put us together, each of us trying to do things our own way instead of working together. I'm willing to put our differences aside" Dean held out his hand, "Are you?"

Tim knew that their team needed a healing, and unless they got it their friendship could be at risk.

Tim shook his hand, "I'll help you, but when this is over I expect you to pass the mantle"

"As long as Chiron allows it" Dean said.

"Alright, so where do we start?" Tim asked.

"How the hell do I get Jon to listen to me and Billy to focus?" Dean asked, that was more or less their faults.

Tim laughed lightly, "I've been living with those two for a while, it took some time, but I figured them out. Let's take Jon for instance, as you know he has a bit of a temper"

"A bit being an understatement" Dean added.

"Either way you get the idea. Jon's not the type of person you can just shout out advice to, the fact that you try to help him will piss him off to the point where he'll literally do the opposite of what you tell him to do just to prove that he doesn't need your help" Tim explained.

Dean nodded, from a certain perspective that reaction makes sense, "So how do I help him then?"

"The key to helping Jon is subtlety. You have to point him in the right direction without actually telling him what to do" Tim said.

Dean looked confused, "How the hell do you do that?"

"Let's say Jon's opponent has a habit of dropping his guard when he attacks. Try dropping a comment to the opponent, and make sure Jon hears it" Tim said.

Dean nodded, "Ok, and what about Billy?"

"Well with Billy, if you need him to focus you can't just ask him to. You need to give him some kind of reward to look forward to so that way he actually needs to focus, or else he just won't" Tim said.

"I think I should be able to make due with that" Dean said.

Once again, the team of troublemakers met by the sandpits.

Dean tried his best to clear his mind of unwanted thoughts and stay focused.

Chiron then arrived with the Ares Cabin following closely behind him.

"You gotta be kidding me" Tim said spotting their opposing team.

Dean sighed heavily, "Shit"

The Ares team was the only undefeated team with three straight wins. In Layman's terms, they were fucked.

Jon avoided eye contact, since his team was ranked the worst he'd done his best to avoid being humiliated by his half-siblings.

Clarisse laughed, "I didn't know we had another easy win for us today"

Dean rolled his eyes, that girl will never change.

Chiron trotted up to Dean, "Are you ready?"

Dean turned around and looked at his teammates, "Well guys?"

Billy zipped in front of them, "Hell yeah" he raised his hand, "Anyone else vote for surrender?"

Tim raised an eyebrow, like really?

Jon moved his hand, like he went to raise it, but stopped himself.

"One sec" Dean said to Chiron before walking away from him. He waved over his teammates, "C'mon guys huddle up"

All three of them approached and they formed a circle.

"Listen, I know this team seems like it sucks right now, but we're one solid win away from turning that around" Dean said.

Jon shook his head, "I don't know Dean, they beat all the teams we lost against. What hope do we have?"

Billy nodded, "Yeah I'm with big man on this one"

"Hey!" Dean shouted having had enough of those two, "I don't wanna hear any more of this mopey bullshit"

"Dean's right, It's time to get our heads out of our asses" Tim said supporting his friend.

"Now I don't know about you guys but I'm ready to give it my all, are you with me?" Dean asked placing his hand in the middle of the circle.

Tim smiled and placed his hand on top of his, "I am"

Billy half-smirked and placed his hand on top of his, "Me too"

Jon sighed and placed his hand on top, "I guess I am too"

Dean patted Jon on the back, "Good enough, let's go" they went towards the edge of the pit.

Tim stayed behind and leaned over to Dean, "We're totally fucked"

"Completely" Dean admitted.

First from the Ares team, Ellis stepped up. He carried a shield and a one handed double sided axe. The axe head was celestial bronze but the handle was wooden.

"Jon, why don't you go first" Dean said calmly.

Jon was caught off guard, he thought Dean would probably go first again.

Jon stepped onto the sands first and drew his axe.

"Begin" Chiron signaled the start of the match.

Ellis began by advancing with quick swings from his axe.

Jon immediately went on the defensive, his half-brother's speed with his weapon was dangerous.

Ellis swung his axe downwards but Jon raised his axe and blocked.

Ellis then swung his shield and struck Jon in the face.

Jon took a couple of steps back from the unexpected strike.

Ellis spun around and used the hook part of the axe to catch Jon's leg.

Jon tripped over the axe and fell on his ass.

Ellis then went to bash him in the head with his shield.

Jon swung his axe downward, hitting the shield, and knocking Ellis down to the ground from the force of the swing. His face was in the dirt.

Jon rolled backwards and got to his feet.

At the same time Ellis was already back on his and charging for another attack.

Jon instinctively swung horizontally with all his might.

Ellis managed to raise his shield and block in time.

Sparks flew everywhere as the axe struck the shield and Ellis was sent spiraling uncontrollably through the air.

Ellis landed at the edge of the ring, almost winning by ring out. His shield had a small tear, right where Jon had struck it, big enough to see through. Ellis made a perfect example of this as he raised his shield and looked through the hole, "Shit" he said in shock.

Chiron cleared his throat nervously, that was a little too close, "Jon, please restrain yourself. We don't want any accidental fatalities"

Jon grit his teeth in frustration. All he's been doing is restraining himself! That's why he keeps losing, because he can't let loose.

"That's too bad, it's no wonder you can't win since you can't use your full strength" Clarisse said feeling bad for him. On the battlefield, obviously, there would be no problem.

Ellis got on his feet and carefully approached.

When he was within range Jon swung his axe downward.

Ellis backed away at the last second. The axe's tip scratched his armor as it went down before embedding into the ground.

Ellis stepped on the axe and kicked off it to gain momentum. He swung his shield as he flew towards Jon.

Jon let go of his axe and grabbed the shield with one hand, blocking the attack. Then he went to punch Ellis with his free hand.

Ellis then swung his axe downward, resulting in Jon sidestepping to avoid the swing.

Jon then threw Ellis away from him to gain some breathing room.

Ellis rolled across the ground, got on his feet, and went right back on the offensive.

Jon pulled his axe out of the ground and quickly charged at Ellis before he could swing his axe.

Ellis covered himself with his shield as they ran into each other.

Jon slowly pushed him back, having the clear advantage in strength.

Ellis slid his shield slightly to the left and thrusted his axe forward.

Jon sidestepped narrowly avoiding being hit in the face. He then went to grab his opponent's weapon but Ellis swung his axe before he could.

The axe struck Jon's arm cutting deep into his flesh.

Jon backed handed Ellis sending him skidding backwards. Blood as red as wine gushed out of his wound and stained the ground beneath him.

Dean saw the anger build up on Jon's face, and for a split second he could have sworn he saw Jon's eyes turn to a shade of red.

'Shit he's gonna lose it' Dean thought knowing Jon's behavior.

He tried to think of a strategy quickly. Ellis' biggest advantage is his speed, even on his own he'd be faster than Jon, but with his weapon barely having any metal he could swing that thing for hours without tiring.

Something clicked in Dean's head, "Hey Ellis" he called.

The two teens looked at him with puzzled looks.

"Watch the way you swing that twig, you might pull a muscle moving all that weight" Dean said sarcastically.

Ellis rolled his eyes.

Jon on the other hand snapped out of his anger and suddenly came up with an idea.

Ellis continued his assault barely leaving his opponent with any time to react.

Jon stayed reserved and waited for the right moment to strike. As he tried to avoid his opponent he noticed his wound had covered his hand in blood. He didn't want his grip to slip so he wiped his hand on his pants and sucked off any blood that was running down his arm.

Ellis, not paying Jon any mind, swung his axe downward with all his might thinking he might catch Jon while he was distracted.

Jon spat the blood onto Ellis' face, blinding him, resulting in him missing and his ax imbedding into the ground.

Jon stomped on the wooden axe handle and broke it, "Dean was right, it was a twig"

Ellis wiped the blood off his face just in time to see Jon's fist knock his lights out.

"Yes!" Dean shouted triumphantly as he raised his open palm in the air.

Jon high fived him making a loud clap noise.

Dean cradled his hand as he winced, "Ow"

"Big deal, that was just one fight" Clarisse said as Ellis returned to his teammates.

Jon returned to the sidelines where Chiron already had a medic waiting for him. After so many bloody incidents Chiron found it wise to have a medic at every match.

"Good job" Tim fist pounded Jon.

Billy gave a silent nod, 'Great, now if I lose I'll look stupid'

Clarisse looked at one of her teammates, "Mark, your turn"

Mark stepped onto the sands. He stood 5,10 with an athletic pale body, short red hair, and freckles on his face. He held the classic sword and shield.

"Billy" Dean simply said.

Billy looked uninterested, "Ok then"

Dean grabbed him before he went, "Hey I'll make you a deal. If you win after we're done we'll go home, throw a big party, and just this once I'll let you bring company in the circle"

Billy grinned, "You promise?

Dean looked at the time, "You're wasting precious party time"

Without another word Billy zipped in front of Mark, "I'm bout to go Allahu Akbar on your ass gingy" he said staring down Mark.

Mark grinned cockily as he looked down at Billy, "Well I'm declaring jihad on your face stumpy"

"Boys, take your positions" Chiron said wanting them to step back.

Mark shooed him away, "Step back Frodo" he said mocking him.

As Billy walked backwards he glared at his opponent in anticipation.

When Billy reached a fair enough distance they both readied themselves.

"Begin" Chiron said.

Billy instantly broke into a high-speed sprint.

He moved so fast Mark barely had enough time to cover himself with his shield.

Right as he did that Billy slid on the ground and between his legs. He slashed both his legs, right underneath his shin guards, and tripped him.

Mark fell face first onto the ground.

Billy got up right as Mark rolled onto his back.

Billy went to jump on him but Mark kicked him off.

Mark got on his feet and charged at Billy.

Billy ducked underneath a horizontal slash and sliced the wrist of his sword arm.

Mark dropped his sword and blocked another attack which his shield.

Billy then swiped his legs and pushed him.

Mark tumbled backwards and then rolled onto his feet.

Once again Billy sprinted towards him.

This time Mark covered himself with his shield and knelt to cover the opening between his legs.

Billy ran as fast as he could but then swerved to the left of Mark. He went to slide again but this time he stabbed the ground with his dagger letting him use his momentum to spin around and sweep his feet again.

Mark fell on his back and Billy placed both his daggers around his neck.

"Billy is the victor" Chiron said with a small smile.

Billy slapped Mark in the face with one of his daggers, "Don't call me Frodo" he walked back over to his teammates.

"Not bad" Jon said not wanting to admit that he did good.

"Nicely done" Tim admitted.

"Thanks guys, now come on! Let's get this over with!" Billy said rushing to get home.

Clarisse punched Mark's arm, "Idiot" she scolded him, "Sherman, your turn"

Sherman walked onto the sands, another wielder of the sword and shield.

Dean looked at Tim, "You want this one?"

Tim glanced at Sherman. He looked like a typical Ares child, someone who swings their weapon really hard and fast without any intelligent thought.

Tim twirled his staff in his hand with a cocky grin, "This should be quick" he stepped onto the sands.

"Begin" Chiron said.

As Tim expected, Sherman charged swinging his sword wildly.

Tim dodged his swings by reading his obvious movements.

Sherman then swung his shield at him.

Tim ducked and stabbed his arm that was holding the shield.

Sherman grunted and backed away in a hurry. He tried to lift his shield but it put too much strain on his arm.

"Unless you're good enough, using a shield for offense is just stupid" Tim said thinking that move was foolish.

Sherman took the shield off his wounded arm and went to put it on his other one.

Tim threw his staff like a spear, knocking the shield out of Sherman's hands, before charging at him.

Sherman grabbed his sword with both hands and swung it horizontally.

Tim ducked underneath the blade then jumped over Sherman.

Moving too fast for him to react, Sherman lost sight of his opponent.

Tim, while he was in midair, grabbed Sherman by his shoulders.

Tim landed behind Sherman and used his momentum to throw him out of the ring.

Billy laughed, "You just tossed his ass"

Dean's eyes widened, 'So that was the move'

"Tim is the victor" Chiron said.

Clarisse grabbed Sherman and yanked him to his feet, "You idiot!" She shouted at him, "You call yourself a warrior?" She pushed him back.

Dean laughed lightly.

Clarisse glared at Dean, "I guess I'll have to do this myself" She grabbed her shield and her spear before stepping onto the sands.

The spear she held was made entirely of bronze. However, the spear head had a symbol of a spartan helm on it and had red electricity sparking around it.

Clarisse had named her weapon Maimer which everyone called 'Lamer' behind her back. Clarisse apparently preferred the spear over any other weapon, which meant she wasn't at her best when they fought last time.

"Don't make me wait all day Zeus junior" Clarisse said getting impatient.

Dean looked skeptical, "I haven't decided who's going to fight next"

Clarisse chuckled, "Stop playing games, you think anyone else on your team stands a chance?"

Tim smirked and had a gleam in his eye like he was dying to prove her wrong.

Dean looked at his teammates individually sizing them up. He and Tim could definitely do it, but that wasn't the point. He looked at Jon, "How bout it?"

"Isn't it your turn?" Jon asked.

Dean shrugged, "I don't really feel like having a turn"

"You're joking, right?" Clarisse laughed, "All he knows is power, and he can't even use all of it anyways"

Jon tightened his grip around his axe as he glared at his half-sister.

"Jon doesn't need brute force to win" Dean boasted.

Jon snapped out of his rage and looked at his teammate.

Dean looked Jon in the eyes with a serious look, "You can beat her, go on, show them"

Jon nodded and stepped onto the sands.

"Begin" Chiron said.

Clarisse rushed forward and thrusted her spear.

Jon deflected the point with his axe, but then felt a painful tingling all over his body. His hair stood on end, his arms went numb, and the air burned.

Clarisse then slammed into his chest with her shield and Jon hit the dirt.

Tim found this weapon of Clarisse' interesting, "Chiron what's up with her spear?" he asked curiously.

"It's been augmented with electricity, a gift from Ares" Chiron said.

Tim nodded as his gaze returned to the fight with concern.

Clarisse thrusted her spear downward but Jon rolled out of the way.

Billy looked at Dean in confusion, "That would have been a perfect match up for you since lightning is your thing, why did you pick Jon?"

Dean continued to observe the fight, "Because he needs to be challenged"

Billy didn't quite understand his meaning.

Clarisse' spear stuck Jon straight in the ribs. If he hadn't been wearing an armored breastplate that would have been painful. As it was, the electric point just shocked the hell out of him.

Tim leaned closer to Billy, "Think about it, Jon can never really try his hardest against average fighters cause he might accidentally kill them. However, someone of Clarisse' skill and strength could definitely handle Jon"

Clarisse slashed her spear across Jon's arm, reopening the cut from before.

"And if we want him to get better he needs to struggle" Dean said.

Jon panted as he backed away from Clarisse. His body was being rendered numb on and off, he had several cuts and he'd been using all his stamina to stay away from Clarisse. While she on the other hand didn't even have a scratch.

"Any time you wanna give up" Clarisse said with a cocky smile.

Jon glared at her and tried to think of something.

'You're just gonna let her do that to you?' Ares asked inside of Jon's head.

'Shut up' Jon said gritting his teeth. He swung his axe downward.

Clarisse blocked by raising her shield and then thrusted her spear forward.

Jon went to grab the spear but Clarisse pulled it back quickly.

'Stop trying to think and just let go already' Ares said trying to twist his mind.

Clarisse then spun around and sliced his heel with the tip of her spear.

'Shut up!' Jon went to deflect a thrust with his axe but was distracted.

The spear slipped through his defense and impaled his right shoulder.

Jon felt the electricity shock his insides leaving him partially paralyzed.

Clarisse then started twisting the spear head in his wound.

Jon dropped his axe from the excruciating pain and tried to lift his hands, but it was as if the electricity was interrupting the signals coming from his brain.

"Face it, you're an embarrassment!" Clarisse said as she was about to push her spear right through him.

Jon felt an unyielding rage build up inside him as he grabbed her spear with his left hand, "I've had enough of this!"

Clarisse tried to pull her spear out of his grasp, but his grip was iron clad.

Jon yanked the spear out of his shoulder that was now oozing out blood, "Neither you or our father, whispering hatred in my ear, know anything about me!" He pulled the spear, bringing Clarisse close, and knocked her on her ass with a haymaker to the jaw.

Jon discarded Maimer, grabbed his axe, and swung it downwards, "You think you're worthy enough to be called a child of war?"

Clarisse covered herself with her shield and felt the shield cave in slightly from the force of Jon's swing.

"War is fierce and brutal!" Jon swung his axe downward again.

Dean listened to his words carefully, it almost sounded like he was referring to himself in third person.

Clarisse took the hit and her shield completely caved in. She tossed it aside and Jon placed his foot on her neck, applying minimal amounts of pressure, to keep her from moving.

"War is unwavering and cannot be stopped!" Jon swung his axe downwards one last time to finish it.

Clarisse struggled to free herself, but Jon wouldn't budge.

Chiron's eyes widened with fear, he was about to decapitate her, "Jon no!" He looked at Dean who stood perfectly calm and still.

Jon stopped his axe a few inches above her throat and looked her dead in the eyes, "Unless it wants to"

Chiron sighed in relief.

Billy looked at Dean, "Did we just win?"

Dean, Tim, and Billy looked at Chiron.

Chiron raised an eyebrow, "Do you really need me to say it?"

Tim shrugged with a smirk, "It's not official until you do"

Chiron rolled his eyes, "Alright then, Jon is the victor. Dean's team wins"

"Yes!" The three of them shouted in unison.

Jon removed his axe and his foot, and gave Clarisse a helping hand.

Clarisse stared at him for a second before taking his hand with a bitter expression.

Jon helped her up, "Good fight"

Clarisse frowned, "I guess this means you're the new counselor of the Ares Cabin"

"What?" Jon asked with a confused expression.

"Whoever defeats the counselor in single combat may claim the title, that's the rule of the Ares Cabin" Clarisse said.

"What does the counselor do?" Jon asked.

"Lead the cabin, maintain the house all year round, keep the other cabin mates in check—"

Jon stopped her before she could even finish, "that sounds like way too much work, I'll pass" he went back over to his teammates who congratulated him.

"Now let's get this party started!" Billy said with excitement.

"You guys go on without me, I'll meet you at the hideout" Dean said.

"Lit" Billy said as he ran off.

"We'll save you some pizza" Tim said following him.

"Maybe" Jon said as he followed them.

Dean walked up to Chiron, "So?"

Chiron nodded in acceptance, "It's a start"

"After everything that happened I'm almost surprised I still have teammates yet alone friends" Dean admitted.

"The four of you share a unique bond. Warriors often find allies among those damned by society" Chiron said.

Dean's brow furrowed, "Damned by society?" He wondered how he came up with that without knowing anything about them.

"It's clear that you four have troubled pasts, I see it in you" Chiron said showing his impressive judge of character, "Whether you realize it or not it's the reason you're drawn to one another"

Dean pondered on that as he went to leave, "I'll keep that in mind" he said with an unsure voice.

Chiron trotted towards the big house.

Sitting on the porch, Mr. D was where he always was sipping on Diet Coke from his goblet. He had put down his wine magazine and was waiting for Chiron with an amused expression.

"Something funny?" Chiron asked standing across from him.

"A child of Ares showing mercy?" Mr. D laughed, "I never thought I'd see the day"

"I told you putting them together was a smart move" Chiron said.

Mr. D shook his head, "I still advise against it. Now that they're close, should he ever tread down a darker path, they'll follow him"

Chiron knew that was a possibility when he put them together, "Must you always be so gloomy?"

Mr. D took a sip of his Diet Coke, "As long as I'm sober" he said with an annoyed expression. Damn Zeus for taking that away from him.

"Nevertheless, give them some time and they'll be quite a team" Chiron said.

At the Hideout

Dean went into the hideout to go meet his friends when he saw a few discarded posters by the stairs.

He picked up one and looked at it. It had Billy's face and it said, "Party at Warehouse 40. Entree, Guys 20$, Ladies 10$, Big ass & titties free"

Dean shook his head as he went downstairs. He went inside to find the place lit up and full of people. House music blasted and various colored lights shone while a large crowd of people danced.

Dean covered his ears and squeezed his way through the crowd, making a B line for Billy's room.

A brunette holding a drink suddenly bumped into him, "You remind me of my ex-boyfriend" she said with a smirk as she wobbled from side to side.

This girl was obviously drunk, "That's cool I guess?" Dean said as he went to walk past her.

The brunette then smacked him in the face, "I hate my ex!"

Dean went around her, 'Damn party animals' he went inside Billy's room. There were two attractive girls on Billy's bed making out intensely.

The girls stopped when they noticed Dean come in.

Dean hurried past them and down the hatch, "Just passing through" he said smirking.

He walked down the hall and opened the green door letting out a thick mist of smoke.

"Hey don't ruin the box!" Billy shouted from inside.

Dean quickly closed the door, "Geez, you guys have been going at it" He said smelling the potency of the mist.

Billy coughed a few times, "Your slow ass was taking too long"

Dean walked over to the pizza boxes in the corner, "I had to stop by the institute to see Jean" he opened all of the boxes to find them empty, "Where did—"

Jon let out a giant burp.

"Never mind" Dean sighed as he sat in the fourth seat.

"We were really hungry" Tim said feeling bad.

"Well we better get more cause I didn't eat" Dean said feeling the emptiness of his stomach.

Billy showed his phone tracking a delivery through an app, "Already on its way"

"I'll roll this time" Tim said looking for papers.

"So, what's this I hear about another vote for leader?" Jon asked.

"It's not right for someone else to choose for us, the decision should be ours and ours alone" Dean said.

"So, we're doing another vote?" Billy asked with a grin.

"Yeah" Tim said licking the paper in his hands, "But don't think being the leader is supposed to be fun. It's a responsibility, one that shouldn't be taken lightly"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Buzzkill, alright I vote for Dean"

Tim raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Billy shrugged, "I don't know, I guess I'm fine with following someone who knows how to have fun with me"

Dean had a blank stare, he never thought Billy would vote for anyone but himself.

"Ok?" Tim said feeling strange, "How bout you Jon?"

"I'll only follow someone who can beat me" Jon looked at Dean, "You have my vote"

Tim finished rolling the paper and put it down with a look of disbelief.

"Wow" Dean said with a surprised expression, "I appreciate it guys I really do, but I think Tim is more suitable to lead" he looked at him, "That's why I give him my vote"

Tim packed in the rolled paper and sighed. He thought the vote would go the same as last time, but it seems like his teammates have changed their perception of Dean. He gave it some thought before he made his decision.

"The four of us have this interesting dynamic that somehow works for us" Tim said as he twisted the end of the paper finishing his roll and placed it in the middle of the table, "Since there's four of us I like to compare us to the Ninja Turtles. Jon, is Raphael, the strong hot headed one. Billy, is Michelangelo, the silly party dude. I'm Donatello, the smartest one" Tim then looked at Dean with a confident look, "And you Dean, you're Leonardo, our leader. You don't have to be the smartest to lead, just as long as you heed my advice you'll do fine. You have my vote as well"

Dean sat there in silence at first, "You sure this is what you want?"

Tim nodded with a smile, "I think it's the way it should be"

"Then on that note, with business taken care off, let the night begin" Dean said grabbing the rolled paper.

"Hell yeah!" Billy zipped out of the room and came back with a bimbo sitting on his lap and started making out with her.

"Get a room" Tim mumbled under his breath.

Jon rolled his eyes, "C'mon man do you have to?"

"I promised him he could" Dean said feeling annoyed as well, "Anyone got a light?"

Author's note: And this little arc comes to an end, hope you all enjoyed. Tune in next week!