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Author's note: Thanks for the reviews guys!
Supernatural
You're such a jerk!
Twelve years. That's how old Joey and Dean were when John Winchester noticed a little spark between them. It was when Dean and Sammy came home from school one day and Dean was looking extremely mad about something.
"Hey Sammy how was your first day of fourth grade?"
"It was freaking awesome!" Sammy yelled with enthusiasm.
"Good for you. Did you get any homework?"
"Not today." Sammy smiled proudly and ran off to play with his army men.
"How was your first day of 7th grade Dean?"
John asked sitting next to a huffy looking Dean on the couch.
"Shitty."
"Watch the mouth Dean. What happened?"
"I have to sit next to Joey in every class!"
"So? I thought you and Joey got along." John asked completely puzzled.
"We did and we got along real well today we even got our first project today and we're partners I told her to come over today after school but then at lunch…I told her there was no way she would be able to beat me in a race from one side of the court yard to the other. She won and I got mad at her and I called her a bitch …she started crying and ran away."
"Dean! You never ever talk to a girl like that! Especially to a girl who I know is one of your best friends. You shouldn't have said that. You shouldn't have even been mad. She won fair and square. I think you should apologize to her when she comes over."
"I don't want to! I don't want her as my friend anymore!"
"Dean one day you're really going to need a friend like Joey and you're going to regret what you just said." John got up and went to go check on Sam.
Dean sat on the couch and thought about what his dad had said. No! There was not going to be a time in his life when he ever needed Josephine Walker. The door bell rang and Dean went to answer it reluctantly knowing already who it was.
"Hello Josephine…" Dean said in a menacing way.
"Dean…" Joey said matching his tone, "May I come in?"
"I would prefer it if you didn't."
"Yeah, I would too but I want this project to get done so it's either here, where I get along with everyone but you, or my house where you get along with no one."
"Hello Joey, come on in!"
John said coming down the stairs after hearing the conversation between his son and his now enemy. Dean looked up at his dad with a face that plainly said Are-you crazy. John just smiled and held the door open for Joey.
"Thank you, Sir. Maybe your son could learn those manners one day."
"Yeah and maybe one day you can learn not to be a Bi…"
"Dean! You will not talk to Joey that way do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Now you and Joey may go sit in the kitchen and work on your project. But after that you have to pack we're going on a trip this weekend."
"Yes, Sir."
Joey smiled at how Mr. Winchester was on her side and walked into the kitchen. She sat down and laid her books on the table. Dean came in and did the same.
"Where are you going this weekend?" Joey asked.
"None of your business."
"I was just trying to be polite something you should try sometime."
"Maybe you should stop trying to be polite because you never will be."
"You're such a jerk! I can't stand you."
"Right back at you, let's just get this project over with."
"Gladly."
They worked on their project for quite sometime when their house phone rang. John went to get it but Dean got there first. He answered then made a face and handed the phone to me.
"Hello?"
"Get home now. You've been there way to long." The sound of her mother's voice mad her cringe.
"Fine…I'm coming."
"Now!"
"I said fine!" I hung up and started to pack my books.
"I gotta go."
"We're not done." Dean said.
"No really? I didn't notice. Listen I'm sorry but I have to go. My mother's going to kill me if I stay here any longer."
"Fine then go…"
Dean said slamming his book shut. John gave him a glare as he started to make dinner. Josephine looked at Dean her eyes softened knowing that this was really pissing him off.
"Dean seriously I don't want to go but I have to…"
"Then go already!"
Joey grabbed her books and ran out the door. John looked at his son with disappointment. Dean looked up and sighed. He got up from the table and ran out after Joey. He caught up with her and saw there were tears streaming down her face.
"Joey…can we talk?"
"No leave me alone."
"Come on Jo, I'm sorry I was mean to you back there."
"And what about in school today when you called me a bitch!"
"Okay true…that was really not right. But I was just so mad to be beaten by a girl."
"But I'm not just a girl! I'm your friend. You're my best friend and I can't believe you let a stupid race get between that."
"I know I'm sorry… do you forgive me?" He smiled really wide looking like a clown to tell the truth.
"Always…jerk."
"Thanks…butthead. Now get home before your mom shows at my door with an athema."
"A what now?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll see ya tomorrow."