"Hurry the hell up and get out here!" bellowed my eldest brother, his voice riddled with fury.

I smirked. Not nice catching your sibling in act now is it? Thankfully, the windows were steamed up, so I saved my brother getting his eyes burned out. Holding my leather bomber-jacket to my chest, I peer over my shoulder at Jared, who was looking at me in a very seducing manner.

"We better hurry," he said. "Looks like your brother will smash the window in otherwise."

"He would never smash his precious baby," I replied. "Yes, I said baby. He thinks of the Impala as his baby. It's really sad."

Jared chuckled, sliding up behind me, resting his hands on my bare shoulders, massaging them with his wonderful touch.

"Don't worry," he added, whispering in my ear. "You'll get some more of this later. I can assure you that."

A loud thump rattled off the window as he kissed me tenderly. My eldest brother was not liking this at all.

"Christina Mary Winchester!," thundered Dean. "Quit gawking and get dressed and get out here, now!"

With a heavy sigh, we both began to pull on our discarded clothes and underwear.

After exiting the car, I knew what was gonna happen next. My furious brother began to drag me away from the car and down the dark road. Shit had hit the fan for sure this time.

"Owww, your hurting my arm!" I complained, trying to break free from my brother's vice like grip.

"Oh, your gonna be hurting far more than just your arm when I get finished with you, young lady" the Goose threatened.

Using all the strength I could muster, I wrenched my arm from my brother's hold, pushing myself away from him in the process. Probably not the best thing to do.

"What the hell is your problem!" I declared loudly, throwing my arms out to express my outrage.

"My problem, oh you wanna know my problem, young lady," my eldest brother started. "Well, lets see. First you disobeyed me. Second, you had sex and your only fourteen. Third, you ran away again with lover boy after you got busted."

This was gonna be a long rant, then again I did bring it all on myself. Nevertheless, we were both pissed at each other.

"Lover boy happens to be my boyfriend" I stated irritably, interrupting the flow of his scolding.

"Shut up, I'm not finished" he snapped angrily.

The lecture continued regardless to my statement.

"Mistake number four, your only fourteen and you drive the Impala, and I swear to God it better not have scratches on it," reprimanded Dean. "Then number five, you have sex again in the Impala! My car might I add! I am very disappointed and pissed at you right now, young lady. This has got to be the worst thing you have ever done!"

I could only glare up at him on his last statement. What do you say to somebody that suffers from low self esteem? I know, tell them that you're a huge disgrace and shame upon the family, that you're a disappointment. Biting my lip furiously, I spun around as I was ready to march away, yet Dean grabbed me by the shoulder.

"Who said you could leave?" he asked. "If you leave it's with me and on my turf."

"Let. Me. Go" I said slowly, angry rising once more in my voice.

I could feel the tears stinging in the back of my eyes.

"Um, Who is the one in charge here?" my brother quizzed. "Oh yeah, me! So that would make me in charge of you and right now you have no rights."

"Shut up!" I shouted unwisely.

Rage erupted and I found myself being frog-marched back to the car. I had really shot myself in the face this time. Things were gonna get messy later. I was then thrown into the backseat of the car and had the door slammed in my face. Jared was getting assaulted with verbal abuse from what I could see, probably getting the whole your forbidden from seeing my baby sister and the your lucky I don't break your face and legs speech.

It was obvious that Jared was in deep trouble too, it was clear on his face once we dropped him off at his house. Anguish bubbled inside me as I watched him travel towards his house and being ushered inside by his annoyed mother. Then, he was gone. I was probably never gonna see him again, a fact that caused my chest to hurt.

The drive back to the motel was just as silent. I sat huddled in the backseat, my knees to my chest as a lone tear dripped down my face. Hastily, I swatted at it with a shaking hand. Weakness was always a bad thing to express in this family. All I wanted to do was scream. Yet I to refrain myself until we got back to the motel.

Once arriving back at the motel, the deathly silence was broken by the discovery of something, a large hickey on my neck. More shit was about to hit the fan.

"What is that?" Dean demanded, an expression of horror and disbelief on his face. "Please don't tell me that's a hickey on your neck. This boy gave you a love bite! I don't believe this! Did you bite his neck as well?"

Well, believe it because it happened.

"So what if I did" I replied arrogantly.

Like I said before, experiencing sex for the first time was obviously nerve wracking yet after getting rid of the angst, it was the most thrilling sensation. I honestly don't know what came over me, I was probably overwhelmed with lust and the desire to be noticed.

"Oh my God!" squawked my eldest brother in disgust. "Your already stupid enough to have sex when your fourteen, but to bite his neck! C'mon, don't you think that's just a little too much!"

He could hate me all he wanted, it still wouldn't change anything. I glared up at him.

"No, actually" I replied, my arms folded over my chest.

Rage blazed in my eldest brother's eyes. I was clearly asking for a slap. Part of myself was ready to grovel for forgiveness, the other half couldn't give a shit. We glowered at each other for several minutes, not a word was exchanged. Unable to handle the situation, my brother stormed out the room, slamming the door behind him. I was left standing in the middle of the room, trembling with anger. What have I done! I glanced over at Sam, his expression was no different from Dean's. Perfect, I was a now officially a complete disgrace in the eyes of my brothers. The anger had now vanished, and was being replaced by sorrow. I could only blame myself, I deserved everything that was going to be coming my way.

Without speaking a word to Sam, I wander into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. After glaring at my reflection for a minute or two, I turned the shower on. I wasn't going in, I just needed a sound distraction. As the water jetted out the shower head, I sat with my back against the bathroom door, knees pulled up to my chest. The tears came thick and fast, sobs rattling against my ribcage. I couldn't do anything right. I was a major screw up. I was disgusting. The pain in my chest increase as I thought about Jared. I knew for a fact I wasn't gonna see him again, or at least not for a while if I was lucky enough, though I had my doubts.

The tiniest amount of happiest in my life, and it was snatched away from me. Just like everything else.

You hear song lyrics, droning on about broken hearts, in the past I always thought it was just a metaphor for something, but now I can understand them. My heart was broken, and boy did it hurt like hell.

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