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Supernatural

Woops.

We were driving to a near by diner for breakfast when my phone went off. I grabbed my head in pain as my hangover head ache kicked in again. I looked at the caller ID and didn't recognize the number. I scooted towards the front in between Dean and Sam to show them the number.

"Do either of you know this number?"

"Nope," Sam answered.

"Nope never seen it before," Dean said quickly.

"Alright then…Hello?"

"Hey Tempest baby. How are you this morning?" A very young sounding voice came on the line.

"Um…fine. Who is this?"

"It's Tom you remember from last night? We hooked up!" He said excitedly.

I started to hit Dean upside the head, in the arm, the shoulder, and everywhere else I could reach from the backseat. He was freaking out in the front seat as Sam just backed away and laughed.

"Oh of course Tom I remember. Just out of curiosity how old are you?"

"16, I told you that last night beautiful."

"Oh my god, I have to go." I hung up and started hitting Dean with both hands.

"Jesus Christ T.J. I'm driving here!"

"You asshole you let me make out with a 16 year old and you let me give him my number! Dean how could you? Asshole, asshole, asshole!"

Dean started laughing and Sam joined him later on. I ejected the Metallica tape that was in the cassette player and started to pull the tape apart.

"Tempest! Cut it out!"

Dean tried to reach for the tape but I scooted to the very back of the car so he couldn't reach me. I rolled down my window.

"Tempest, don't even think about it!" He said eying me up in the rear view mirror.

"Woops."

I dropped the tape out the window and Dean cursed. Sam sat in stunned silence as a hush came over the car. Dean glared at me but I just smirked in response. The ride was in complete silence as we got to the diner. When we sat in the booth I made a point to sit next to Sam on the inside so I didn't have to look or be near Dean.

"Okay you two have to start talking. I can't stand the silence." Sam said.

"Asshole," I stated plainly.

"Bitch."

"I hope you die."

"That's not what you said last night." Dean smirked.

"What?" Sam asked quizzically.

"T.J. and I made out last night!"

"Dean! We were drunk and I didn't know what I was doing."

"Bull you knew you were on top of me."

"Tempest!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh yeah Dean you were absolutely breath taking that's why I passed out during it right?"

"She passed out?" Sam laughed.

"Shove it Sam."

"Lay off him," I snapped.

"Make me."

"Oh I will…" I was cut off by my phone ringing again, "I swear to god Dean if this is Tommy the teen I'm going to kill you."

I looked at the caller ID and saw it was my father. He hated my relationship with Winchesters and didn't feel too bad about telling me about it all the time. I decided to just answer it.

"Here we go…Hello?"

"Tempest where are you? Your work called here three times and they said you haven't been showing up. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Where are you?"

"Road trip."

"With whom?"

"Dean and Sam Winchester…"

"Tempest Jones you better get back here right now. The best thing that ever happened to you is when those jerks left for good now you get back to your home right now."

"Dad, if you just let me explain…"

"Explain what, that these jerks are the reasons that you're a failure? The way the older one used to drop in and out of your life which caused you not concentrate on your writing! They are the reasons you're a stripper and I will never forgive you or them for this. Either you come back right now or don't bother coming back and asking me for money!" He hung up.

I felt the tears sting my eyes. No matter how much my father and I fought it hurts all the same when you're called a failure by the man who used to support your ever decision. Dean and Sam looked over at me with concern.

"T.J. what's wrong?"

"Nothing…I just need to get some air…"

Sam let me out of the booth; I walked outside and sat on the hood of Dean's car. Two minutes later Dean came out and sat next to me.

"We ordered you chocolate chip pancakes. I know it's not hot pockets but at least it's something you don't have to microwave." He said trying to make light of the situation.

"He called me a failure, a stripper, and he said if I was going to stay with you to never ask him for financial help again, which I don't even do that often only when I haven't gotten a good check and I needed to pay the rent."

I was rambling and my head started to hurt again. I placed my head in my hands to subside the pain.

"Hey you don't have to explain yourself to me, T.J. I know what it feels like to fight for a father's affection just to have it ripped away in a second."

I looked up at Dean and smiled as he tried to comfort me. I know he hates doing these types of these things but he would always make an exception for me.

"Thanks Dean…"

"For what? Taking you from your life, not telling you about the 16 year old, getting drunk and making out with you, or having your dad be disappointed with you."

"You're forgiven for all the above. I'll buy you the Metallica tape."

"Damn right you will!"