School had ended last week, which was a relief. I had been getting easily distracted during finals. It is a miracle that Dean even passed his exams. With Sammy there had never been any doubt of how well he would do. He would stay up late into the night studying his notes for the next day. I would join him until my stomach growled, or natures calling persisted, then I would go off and do something else. Dean read over his few pages of notes once and then took the Impala and a blonde life guard to a drive-in movie.
We had stayed in this small city longer than usual and I had even managed to make a few friends. Dad left us in the cheap motel and came back every so often to rest, do laundry, and then hiked it off to some other hunt. Dean hated being left behind but Dad told him that he was not going to miss his junior year exams. So Sam and I were left behind with a grouchy Dean. Not that we minded spending time with our older brother; and he did lighten up after the second day.
Anyways, it is the first week of summer vacation and one of my friends has invited me to a pool party at her house. "You can bring your hottie brothers, too" the message reads.
"Guys," I pull their attention away from the television. "Monica invited us to her house to go swimming."
"Cool. I'm in," Dean turns back around. Sam nods his consent.
I continue to stand beside the bed. After another several minutes Dean glances back at me. "What is it, (Y/N)?"
I purse my lips. "I need a new swimsuit."
"Why? Didn't you get one a few years ago?"
"Yeah, when I was twelve. I'm fourteen now. I need one a little bit bigger."
"Haven't you stopped growing?" My patience for my brother is wearing thin.
"Up here, Dean. I need one that is bigger up here," I gesture to my chest. He looks at me with understanding dawning in his eyes.
"Oh. Sammy, I guess we're taking (Y/N) bathing suit shopping."
"How about this one?" Sam holds up a cute orange bikini top with frills.
Dean snatches it from my eager fingers. "No way! You don't need to be showing all of that. Now this one would be alright," he holds up a lemon yellow one-piece that looks tailor-made for a grandma.
"I am not going to be caught dead in that." With a roll of the eyes I continue skimming the rack. My eyes land on a pair of swim shorts with the American flag. I find a simple red top and hurry to the changing stalls, my brothers tagging along. Not often do I get to shop like a girl and I am going to use this opportunity to feel like one. Once it is on I twist in front of the mirror, inspecting it from every angle. I have never had a two piece before but see that it compliments my slight frame.
"(Y/N), let me see it," Dean calls through the changing room door. I crack the door open a bit so they can see. The shorts are adorable and fit just right. The top is modest, reaching down over my stomach but with a low cut back. After having me spin in a circle he shakes his head. "No, not that one."
"Well I like it. And Dad would be fine with it," I counter, closing the door.
"How do you know what Dad would approve of?" Dean asks. I pull on my shirt and step out, swimsuit in hand and make my way to the checkout.
"Because I am a responsible teenager and deserve to have some freedom once in a while."
"I think it looks good," Sam pipes up.
His gaze traveling from the clothing in my arms to my pleading face to Sam's puppy dog eyes, Dean finally sighs in defeat. "Fine. But if you flirt with any boys or get any ideas wearing-or not wearing-that little scrap of clothing, we are going straight back to the motel," he growls.
"Deal." As he pays I turn to Sam and smile. "Thanks for standing up for me."
"Anytime," he grins.