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Eternally Innocent

Ages:
Dean: 20
Sam/Becca: 15

Year:
1999; Spring

Becca's POV

This is by far, the hardest decision of my life. Every year, it's the same thing. I stand in the school bookstore, or the gas station, or the corner drug store, and I stare… and stare… and stare. Nothing is ever good enough, and I end up feeling like a big idiot, even though he tells me I shouldn't. But I do. I mean, he's my twin, right? Buying a birthday gift should be a million times easier. What do you get the guy who has nothing and can't afford to own much else? If he were Dean, I'd get him pie, steal a beer, maybe "ditch" for the night. But Dean is special…extra special, and I'd rather get Sam a real gift anyway. Seriously though. What can I get him? I don't think he needs a sweatshirt from this school, or pens, because this place blows. I could go to the library and "borrow" a book… He'd only return it later… So that leaves me here. Staring at the aisles in this small drug store. At least this year Sam wasn't there when I was trying to get his present. That had been hard.

Dean had made us the promise for birthdays and Christmases – after Sam had made the point that going and continuing to steal things on the night before didn't really count as having thought a gift through. He promised us that he would allow for each of us to skip a day of school where he would take us out so that we could go and find gifts for the other. He did threaten to cancel our day though after I told him it was more or a less a bonding experience. It's still a bonding experience. And up until the last couple years or so… four… they had been good.

After that our days just kept getting harder and harder to deal with. It was like he wasn't just Dean anymore. He was Dean the big brother who tried to use all of his control over me all the time. He knew he had me on a leash, and he used it to his advantage. And it was really getting on my nerves.

"Would you hurry up?" Dean whined, leaning against the wall, waiting for me.

"Dean, it's gotta be a good gift!" I snapped, scanning the shelves once more. "Did you even get him anything?"

Rolling his eyes, he pushed off the wall. "'Course I did, Bec," he taunted with a smirk. I watched as he stepped beside me and grabbed something off one of the hooks. I looked down to my hands, where he just dropped the small box. "It's exactly what he needs," Dean's smirked deepened as my cheeks heated up.

Stuffing the box back onto the shelf. I quickly buried it behind other boxes, trying to make sure no one would have known I touched it. "Condoms, Dean?!" I seethed while looking around to see if anyone else was paying attention to us. "Sam doesn't need condoms," I spat.

Dean was enjoying my embarrassment way too much. "Are you ready to be an aunt? 'Cause I ain't ready to be an uncle."

"Gross, Dean," I shuddered. "Sam isn't doing that. He would've told me," I yelled in a whisper when I was finally satisfied that the horrible gift idea couldn't be seen.

"You guys really need to not share so much with each other," he sighed, picking up another box and reading the tiny print on it.

Why wouldn't I share everything with Sam? Who else was I going to tell? My dad? No way, José. Not in this universe. If I told my dad anything about condoms – I don't even know what would happen. And Dean? Oh man, nuh uh. Dean gets all big brother-y if boy looks in my direction. It's not very nice, let me tell you.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "If that's what you got me, I don't want it," I quickly informed him. The last thing I need is a box of those from him. Ew. That would be the grossest thing ever. Can you imagine? Dean giving me a box of… No.

Turning to look at me, Dean seemed a little upset. "Oh, trust me. You will never get those from me – or anyone, because you're never going to need them." Oh thank goodness. Wait. Why wouldn't I need one day need one?

I could meet someone, right? Like, years from now. Someone is going to eventually like me enough they're gonna wanna do that. If as many boys look at me as Dean gets angry with, then there's gonna be lots of them. I don't wanna be a mom right now! "Well, maybe one –"

"I said no," he snarled, shoving the box back and starting for the door.

Running after him, I called, "But what if when I –"

"No."

"But De–" He was not listening. This wasn't fair. He was giving Sam those things for his birthday. Why was me even being able to pretend I'd ever get the opportunity so crazy for him to handle?

"No."

"You can't expect me to be a virgin forever," I huffed as we continued down the sidewalk. And he really can't, can he? Can he? Oh my goodness, what is this guy going to do!?

He stopped and spun, glaring at people who were eavesdropping. He didn't stop giving them the mean looks until they finally looked away or completely moved to a different part of the sidewalk. "Oh, you're gonna be a virgin forever. Believe me," he basically dictated and decided like it was up to him or something. The way he said it though, he was so quiet and evil that I almost believed him for a second. Then I remembered he was only Dean.

Chuckling, I stepped past him. "I don't think you really get to decide," I mused. And he doesn't. I mean, I have been a full blown lady ma'am for about four years now. I can make my own decisions. They sure do leave me alone enough that I'd be able to do whatever I wanted. I don't think they would ever even know.

He spun and matched my pace. "Well, I'm not letting you decide."

Quickly turning into another store, I glared at him as he had to swerve to keep up. He'd almost completely missed the door. I almost wished he had. He was being awful unreasonable about this. "I'll do what I want. It's my body."

"The hell you will," his voice came out loudly and I grinned as the lady at the desk scolded him. He deserved it. How come he could be all "I'm Dean. I can do what I want with as many girls as I want, but my sister can't do diddly. Grr, hear me roar. I am boy." He is not boy. He is mean. Jerk even. Gasp. He's being a total jerk face.

Twenty minutes later, after ignoring my overprotective brother, I walked out with my purchase, not sure if it was right or not. Chewing on my lip, I flipped through a couple of the pages, undecided. Catcher in the Rye. I sure hoped he liked it. I'd personally never read it, but I remembered a lot of kids in class said it was good. Sam liked old books like that, so this could work. Dean had been no help, flirting with desk lady. Well, he did pretty much help get the book for free… Okay, so maybe he isn't so bad.

"You done now?" he questioned, reaching into his pocket for the keys.

Nodding, I stuck the book in the plastic bag. "We just gotta get a cupcake."

"And pie."

"No pie! This is mine and Sam's birthday, not yours!" I sighed.

"What!? You like pie," he argued as we made it to the car.

Sticking my bag into the back seat, I then crawled in the front seat next to him, buckling. "Just because I don't like it, doesn't mean anything. I like Rocky and Bullwinkle, too, but you don't see me going out and snatching up squirrels."

He started the car and looked over his shoulder before pulling into traffic. "We're getting pie."

"You're hopeless, Dean."

"You're useless."

"You look like a, a…monkey!" Man. I really need to work on my comebacks.

"Yeah, well, you look like a foot."

Crossing my arms, I sank into the seat. "Cutest foot you've ever seen," I mumbled.

I heard him scoff on the side of me. "Becca, you're like one of those feet covered in warts and rashes and fungus. There's no way you're a cute foot." I internally gasped and tried to discretely check my reflection in the window. I couldn't really be that ugly. And I wasn't. Jerk face was definitely being a jerk face again. Scowling, I leaned back and watched the scenery pass by. "Relax," Dean chuckled. "It's good that you look like a foot. This way no boys will want to touch my foot of a sister."

Smirking, I didn't bother looking at him. "Well, Aaron Werder didn't seem to care that I apparently look like a foot."

The car jerked to the side, and Dean instantly shifted it into park. "And just who is Aaron Werder?"

"No one," I answered, looking at him like he was crazy. And he could be. I mean, it's Dean. Plus, I didn't actually think I'd said his name out loud. Oops. Except I was totally lying. Aaron Werder was my current and latest boyfriend-thing. And he was super nice. And Sam liked him! They were even almost friends! Which was amazing. Because if Sam liked him, then that meant that he was certified approved. Sam wouldn't lie to me like that. Sure, he's done things to make me feel better because that's just the kind of super awesome guy my uber cool twin is. But when it came to stuff like this. No. Sam was great.

And so was Aaron. He was on the baseball team, and he was popular – but whatever. He was in a bunch of my classes, so I got to see him a whole lot, too. That was a great bonus. And he was a super gentleman. Anything we'd ever done, he was nice about. Just thinking about him gave me butterflies and made me want to jump up and down and squeal.

"Tell me."

"No."

"If you don't tell me, then Sam will."

Scoffing, I looked at my brother full on. What'd he think that I was dumb? I know Sam. "No he won't," I practically laughed in his face. Sam promised he wouldn't tell Dean without me saying it was okay. Unless he felt that it was really important – so you know, like an emergency or something. And to my knowledge – because Dean hadn't yet killed Aaron – there was no such emergency.

Dean slammed a palm into the top of the steering wheel, causing me to jump. "Damn it, Becca, either you're gonna tell me who this little punk is, or I'm gonna go hunt him down at that school of yours."

He was glaring at me. I was staring him down.

"You're bluffing."

"Fine," he shifted the car into drive and took off in the direction of the high school.

It didn't matter how much I begged or tried to get him to change his mind. He was on a mission now, and there was no stopping him. He stopped so quickly outside of the school that the tires squealed. By the time I was able to get out of the car, Dean was already stomping across the lawn, asking students – who were leaving – where Aaron Werder was.

Trying to get through a crowd of students who are eager to follow the angry man forcing his way farther into the school is really hard to do. I was shoving, and squeezing; pulling, shouting "move", only to end up upon the ground at someone's feet.

I looked up and saw golden curls bouncing in the air as deep blue eyes looked down at me, dimples showing in the cheeks of a surprised girl.

"Maggie!" I yelled as she laughed at me, and began helping me up. "Have you seen Sam?"

"Yeah, he was by his locker –" she started, brushing a few blades of grass from my shoulder.

I ran off and didn't listen to hear the rest. There was no time. Aaron's life was on the line here. Skidding around a corner, I saw Sam's head just poking over the sea of people that were making their way to the locker rooms and practice fields. Man, if he gets any taller, he's gonna start having to duck through doorframes.

"Sam!" I yelled, running right into him and practically knocking him to the ground. Okay, I did knock him to the ground while other people laughed at my actions. I should probably have tried to put on the brakes.

Shoving me off of him, he groaned and glared at me. "Jesus, Becca, what's wrong?" he coughed. He didn't seem upset though. It was pretty standard that things like this happened. It's probably a good thing that he grew up with me – or he would be totally not sure about these things that happen. All the time. Like, daily.

"Dean… is looking for… oh my god… I'm so out… of breath," I wheezed, picking myself up and trying to catch my breath.

"Who is Dean looking for?" Sam asked, also standing up. He shut his locker door and threw his bag over his shoulder while looking at me – completely amused.

Nodding my head, I waved towards the crowd. "Aaron… he's looking for Aaron."

Sam instantly sighed, clearly aggravated. "What'd you do?" he drawled, grabbing my arm and pulling me after him. See, I knew he would get how important this was.

I made a face at the back of his head for the comment, and then we followed the growing crowd to where they were gathered around the boys' locker room. Sam forced us through and we entered to see a very terrified looking Aaron being held up to a very hot light by a very angry Dean who was standing on the bench yelling, "Winchester. Becca Winchester."

"We didn't do anything, man!" Aaron yelled back.

Dean raised his arms, touching Aaron to the light, causing a sizzle to sound. "Don't lie to me Werder," Dean threatened.

Aaron saw Sam and I ran over to stand next to Dean. "Dean, let him go," Sam ordered while I tried to pull Aaron from his hands. Key word being 'tried'.

Dean ignored Sam and looked down at me. "This Aaron Werder?" he questioned. I could tell that he meant for me to be afraid – and secretly I kind of was. He was being scary. I'd seen him be mean to guys, but not like this.

Biting my lip, I hesitated for a second. "No –" I started until I saw Dean was ready to press him to the light again. "Okay, yes, that's him!"

Dean burned him again anyway.

Aaron hissed at the contact, and when Dean lowered him, slightly, he was panting. "Dang it, Becca, who is this guy!?"

"He's my brother," I answered in a strained voice, giving up on fighting Dean's hold on Aaron. Sam was pushing back the crowd, controlling them surprisingly well.

"I thought Sam was your brother!" Aaron freaked, trying to pry Dean's thick fingers off of the collar of his shirt. He and I looked over to Sam and both got that sympathetic look that told us both he was sorry and there really wasn't going to be anyway for him to fix it. My face fell when I realized he was pretty much right.

"I'm her other brother," Dean growled, not even seeming phased by anything else around him.

Aaron's eyes widened with horror.

Why is that always the look that people have when they find out who Dean is? It's always that pale, horror face, with eyes that are the size of baseballs, and I think that half the time, the guys either crap or pee their pants. One guy did pee his pants once. Never saw him again. Aaron was no different. His mouth was agape and his eyes flicked from me to Dean and I saw him swallow. This relationship was officially over. They were always officially over once Dean got a hold of them. And this was a good one. Not that I had been a part of many. Truth is this might only be about my third. Probably my first real one. Even if we did only see each other at school stuff. But, Dean had always known about the others. This was the only one he hadn't known about.

"Th-th-this is your other brother?"

"So you know about me?" Dean shook Aaron, causing me to wince and try once more to make him let Aaron go.

"I told him about how nice and understanding you are, so let him go! Come on, Dean, show him how cool you are with this!" I lied. I had fully warned Aaron that Dean was lethal. That was part of why Sam had agreed to only tell Dean about this one under certain circumstances. Especially after the last big fight Dean and I had gotten into. It had probably been our biggest. And it made me cry. I had never cried over a fight with Dean. Not like that. Sure, I'm an emotional person – I blame it on being a girl. But the tears in the past were for different reasons. Usually they were because I was already crying before the fight; then the fight just usually made me angrier and that made me cry more. Not because of the fight itself though. The last one had made me and Dean not talk for a whole day. It was brutal.

I think we were still both recovering… and maybe even realizing that we weren't as close as we used to be. I didn't like that fight.

I continued to try and get Dean to put Aaron down so that we could ditch the mob. But Dean wasn't having any of it. I don't know when my "little sister begging" stopped working on him, but it can restart any time now. It was handy, and having it work out would be super great. I used to be able to get him to do anything I wanted.

Aaron was nodding his head, trying to show Dean he believed him to be a good, decent, understanding guy. "She lied," Dean snarled. Crap. He would know I lied.

"Come on, Dean, please let him go," I begged. I shot him my eyes and my face and I saw him just seem to get angrier. Was he angry at me? Or himself? "Just put him down and we can go back to the car and talk about this, all right?"

Sam had come up behind me, placing a hand on my arm to pull me back from Dean. He knew that right now being that close might not be good. So, he was trying to work his "puppy dog, pity me" eye magic. "I already checked him out, man. He's a good guy. Nothing's happened between them," he assured Dean. They shared that big brother look that I was completely always lost on, but it always seemed to work with them.

Dean's angry eyes turned from Aaron to Sam. "You knew she was seeing this jackass?"

"Hey!" Aaron snapped at Dean's comment, only to be lifted up to the light once more.

"Well, yeah, man," Sam sighed, while Aaron hissed, trying to calm Dean down. The guy has a gift. Out of everyone I've ever known or met, Sam is the only one who is really capable of calming our brother down. I mean, he can totally rile him up and make him angrier than anything I've ever done or seen – but he can definitely calm him down. It was nice to have him on your side. And Sam was forever going to be on my side. And I couldn't be happier to know that.

Before Dean could respond, someone pushed through the crowd and came in yelling that there was a teacher coming. People scattered and Dean hesitated, but did lower Aaron so he was standing on his own feet. I tried to get past Dean, to make sure Aaron was okay, but I was scooped up and thrown over a shoulder. "Sorry!" I yelled to Aaron over the crowd as Dean adjusted me in his hold.

Aaron was rubbing his neck and gingerly touching the burned spots on his cheek and head. "'S okay. Call me," he blurted out of habit. Dean spun around so quickly that I almost smacked my face on the side of a locker. "Uh, on second thought, Becca," Aaron stuttered, catching Dean's eyes, "may-maybe we should, uh, start seeing other people. Um, it's not me," Dean full on growled like an animal, "I mean, it's not you, it's me. Definitely me." My face fell at the words. It wasn't Aaron. Aaron wouldn't have done that. Not because some guy got angry. It wasn't Aaron at all.

No. It was Dean.

Who didn't even put me down as he stormed through the halls. He carried me over his shoulder and all the way to where he'd parked the Impala, not saying a single word. Opening the driver door, he stuffed me in and pushed me over to the opposite end while Sam piled himself into the back.

"You sleep with him?" Dean abruptly asked as he wore the angry face from dealing with Aaron and glared at me, not even starting the car. He just looked at me, waiting for an answer.

Wait. Did I just hear that correctly? My brother did not just ask if I had sex. I think I forgot how to talk. I made a face and opened my mouth, only to close my mouth and open it again. What?

"Dean," Sam shook his head from the seat behind us. It was like there was a wall there. Like Sam wasn't even in the car to tell you the truth. "That's personal, man." Dean shot Sam that same angry look, and if I had been Sam, I would have curled up and maybe rethought about everything. But neither one was giving up. "No, Dean," Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's face, not even a little bit afraid of it. "She didn't sleep with Aaron. She would have told me."

I would have.

"I want to hear her say it," he barked, his eyes focused on me once more.

Both brothers were now facing me, and a really warm blush rose in my cheeks. God, have you ever been this embarrassed before? It felt like years that I was sitting there. "No!" I finally yelled. "I didn't sleep with him!"

Dean started the car and turned to face me, still angry. "You're taking a pregnancy test."

Now he's being unreasonable. "Dean, I didn'–"

"I don't believe you!" he yelled so loud that I flinched and Sam physically jumped in his seat.

I felt like he'd just smacked me in the face, and my mouth fell open once more. Out of all the things he could have ever told me, that was not what I thought it was going to be. And I definitely didn't think that it would hurt that much.

Deep breaths left my open mouth, and my eyes searched the area in front of me like there was a clue there. "You… you've never called me a liar before," I told him as my eyes met the side of his face on the last word.

He swallowed and tipped his head to the side while he shifted the car into drive. "You've never lied to me before."

Biting my lip and scratching at my thumb, I didn't know how to respond. Thousands of memories ran through my head, and none of them had me lying to him. None except him not knowing that I knew the truth. But he forgave that one – because it was "an order". Or at least he played it off as one. "I'm sorry," I told him honestly. "I just didn't want –"

"Becca, I don't wanna hear another word, or so help me," he threatened, throwing a hand in the air for an angry emphasis. He had that "last chance" glint in his eye that always shut me up, a little bit from fear.

Silence filled the car, and my embarrassment and sudden emotion was mixing with the tension.

The only sound outside of the Impala's engine was the rustling of a plastic bag.

"Sam, don't look in there. That's your present," I mumbled from my spot on the front seat while I turned and looked sadly through the windshield. I didn't want to ruin that for him, too.

And I still hadn't even gotten him his cupcake.