Hey, so I'm putting my author's note in the beginning just as a sort of fair warning. There's a small sex scene and use of illegal substance as well as underage drinking. It's all very light and not graphic at all but I just figured it's better to warn you if you're uncomfortable with it at all. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed or added the story to their favorites. Every notice I get makes me smile and makes me write more. :)

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Chapter 5

Sam and I met up with the group of friends who had basically adopted us into their group at one of their houses. It was the one that we'd end up at for the party afterwards so Dean didn't get confused when he came to pick us up. Sam got out of the backseat to join them in the front lawn. He looked really good in his slacks and white button down. The tie matched perfectly to my dress which made me happy because it gave us an excuse that we were each other's dates. It would come in handy if someone creepy tried to ask me to dance, just in case.

I opened the door to get out, setting my feet firmly on the ground. I was usually really good in heels and didn't trip but I hadn't worn them in a while so I didn't know yet if I was going to fall on my face or not.

"Hey, wait a sec," Dean said. He turned the engine off and I pulled my feet back in and shut the door behind me. I saw Sam turn to look where I was but he rolled his eyes and kept walking towards the group.

"Don't worry about us tonight Dean. Sam planted a gun in the gym just in case and," I reached up my dress and felt the holster, taking my knife out and showed it to him without letting anyone outside see it before I put it securely back in place in the holster attached high up on my leg. The dress was only knee length, so my usual holster would have been very noticeable on my shin but Dean's holster fit perfectly on my upper thigh.

"I'm not worried, I know you guys can handle yourselves." He turned and looked me dead in the face, locking his hazel eyes onto my brown ones. "Just, promise me a few things, okay?"

I nodded. He sighed and rubbed his face before looking out at the group.

"You're not getting attached?" I shook my head. "And you'll stick with Sam all night unless, you know, you have to go to the bathroom."

"I promise." I told him. And I really did promise. Sam and I never got to do any special things like this. Dean never wanted to, but Sam and I always had. I definitely wasn't going to ruin any chances that it might happen again. I definitely wanted to go to prom as a senior at least. If tonight went fine then there was a good chance that John would let Sam and I do more special school events.

"You guys look really good tonight," Dean said, clearing his throat. He reached over to the glove compartment. "I know you don't have any jewelry and uh, Dad and I didn't want you to be jealous that the other girls did."

He pulled out a small white plastic bag. I was very confused, what was he getting at? He reached into the bag and pulled out a blue crystal ball necklace. I gasped at how pretty it was.

"You bought that for me?" I asked, extremely touched. His cheeks were red and he fumbled with it in his hands before he held it out for me.

"Dad and I decided you deserved something nice." I grinned and put it on, looking at it in the side mirror before turning back to Dean and pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you so much," I said quietly. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged back.

"No problem." He said, pulling back. He coughed once and looked back out at the group. Sam was talking, or flirting, with one of the girls. I think her name was Heather. I couldn't remember. "I'll be right here to pick you guys up at midnight. On the dot, okay? No dilly-dallying."

"Dilly-dallying?" I asked, laughing at the words he chose. "Such a girl." He rolled his eyes.

"Get outta here fun size." I laughed again and opened the door. "Have a good time."

I closed the door and waved as he left. I knew he lied about his dad being a part of getting the necklace. I reached up and played with it in my fingers. This had been what he got at the thrift store. I didn't care if it had only been $5, especially since he bought it at a thrift store. Everything there was extremely underpriced and it was beautiful. He was embarrassed about it so I wouldn't bring it up or call him on the lie. I knew it took a lot for him to show much emotion other than sarcasm or anger.

I joined the group and one of the girls, Taylor, hugged me as I waved to everyone.

"That's your older brother?" She asked. I nodded. "You have got to try and hook me up with him. He's so hot!"

I smiled but definitely wouldn't mention to Dean that she thought so. I knew that he'd actually think about hooking up with her even though she was a freshman and he was a senior. But I told her that I would.

Peter, whose house we were at, whined as his mom started taking pictures of the group and then the separate dates. She took a few of Sam and I together and when she had decided she had enough she promised that before her and her husband left she'd print out lots of copies of them all for us to pick up at the party later. Peter's parents didn't care that he was having lots of people over afterwards, obviously, since they were getting a hotel for the night.

We rode in a limo to the school, which didn't make a lot of sense to me, but I didn't complain. When else would I get the chance to ride in a limousine? Probably never, so I sat back and joked around with everyone. We were 'fashionably late' according to Heather (I had gotten her name right) since Peter's mom took all those pictures and she decided for all of us that it was a good thing.

The dance itself was fun. Sam and I didn't know any of the music really since John and Dean preferred old rock like Blue Oyster Cult and AC/DC and that was all we ever listened to in the car. Regardless we danced like crazy fools with the rest of the group and even danced to some of the slower songs. We decided not to take pictures at the dance since they were expensive and had to be mailed to you and we didn't exactly have a permanent shipping address but some of our friends included us in theirs. It made me wonder if they would remember who we were ten years from now when they took out the pictures again.

Sam and I were resting at one of the tables, drinking punch and making sure that the gun he had planted in the bleachers was still there and that the safety was still on when a brown haired boy who I was pretty sure was a junior asked me to dance. Taylor had brought a flask full of her dad's vodka so I was pretty tipsy and I looked at Sam. He shrugged and nodded, letting me know that he would be fine. I noticed it was a slow song and I didn't mind as he grabbed my hand and led me to the middle of the large group of dancing teenagers.

"I'm Justin," He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I put my arms around his neck, clasping my fingers together. I was lucky that my heels were pretty high because this guy was quite a few inches taller than I was. It was no more difficult than dancing with Sam though, so I did fine.

"I'm Rosemary," I said, and then the alcohol made me giggle. I hoped that it would wear off by the time midnight came around. I knew Dean would have no problem letting John know that I had been drinking if he found out. And that would ruin any chances of a prom during senior year. "You can call me Rose though."

"That's a really pretty name," He said, his voice was husky and it made butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach.

"Thank you," I said, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. We talked a bit longer, throughout the dance, and when the song was over he didn't pull away right away like I kind of had expected him too.

"Do you want to get out of here for a while?" I watched his eyes and I could tell that he had probably had a bit to drink tonight too and for some reason I knew exactly what would happen if I left the gym with him.

I grinned and kissed his lips slowly, pulling away before he could respond. "Where should we go?"

He led me down the hall and started trying to open any door, but the only one that would open was the janitor closet. Go figure.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me in quickly after him. Once the door was closed he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, locking the door while he did so. Neither of us bothered with turning on the lights.

He started kissing down my neck and playing with the end of my dress and I panicked when I remembered my knife holster. I quickly reached down and unbuckled it with one hand while my other hand skillfully unbuckled his belt. I set the holster on one of the shelves, making sure that I'd remember it before I left. Dean would kill me if I lost it.

I pulled him back a little.

"You have to know," I told him, a little wary and embarrassed to say so, "that I'm a virgin."

He grinned and kissed me, adding a little tongue to it and I followed his lead, not knowing how the hell I knew how to do any of this. When he pulled away he licked his lips.

"That's okay but it's gonna hurt, just so you know." I nodded, having taken several sex-ed classes plus the clinics that John made me go to when I started my period for the first time in 7th grade. Holy shit that had been mortifying, but because of them I knew what to expect.

I knew he must have been on one of the sports teams when he lifted both my legs around his waist after he took off my underwear. He had my back pressed against the door still and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned in pleasure as I felt him between my legs but bit down on his shoulder when the pain erupted. I was definitely glad that I had been tipsy because doing that sober would have been far worse.

I managed to buckle the holster back on when he had his back turned to find his tie that I had thrown across the closet and he kissed me hard before looking out the closet to make sure the coast was clear. I detoured into the girl's bathroom to fix my hair and make sure my make-up wasn't too horribly smudged but my heart dropped when I noticed that my necklace was gone.

"Shit," I cursed and ran back to the closet, thankful that it was open still. This time I turned on the light so it would be easy to find but I screamed bloody murder when I saw that one of the chaperones had hung themselves from the pipes on the ceiling.

I couldn't believe that the whole time I had been losing my virginity to some jock there had been a dead body hanging only a few feet away. Teachers had swarmed down the hall when they heard me scream, amazingly over the speakers in the gym, but I guess a couple of them had been roaming the hallways all night.

The cops had come and all the students were sent home. I had told one of the cops that my necklace fell into the closet when I found the body and I managed to get it back, thankfully in one piece. I quickly clasped it back around my neck. One of the paramedics that had come with the whole brigade had sat me down farther down the hall with a cup of water and an itchy blanket. I wasn't shaken up as much as everyone thought I was because I'd been seeing stuff like this for as long as I could remember. It was just the fact that I had been having sex only a few feet away that really irked me and made me nauseous, to be honest. I was just really glad to have my necklace back and I held the crystal in my hand as I leaned my head back against the wall with my eyes closed.

"FBI, Detective Wayne, I'm taking over this case." I looked up and tried not to smile as I saw John there, flashing his fake at the cops.

"This is an obvious suicide Detective," one of the cops said.

"How many suicides have you guys had in the past two weeks?" John asked to make a point.

"More than a dozen," the cop answered. John nodded.

"So obviously," John mocked, "there's something more than suicide going on here."

"Rosemary!" I looked down the opposite end of the hall and saw Dean jogging up. One of the cops stopped him, telling him it was a crime scene and that he couldn't pass. John glared at the cop holding him back.

"Obviously," he said, still mocking the cop from before, "he's here to take this poor girl home. Let him through Officer."

The cop looked at the others but they all shrugged so he let Dean through. I stood up, the blanket falling off my shoulders and wrapped my arms around him. I only noticed then how sore I was from earlier and I almost fell over since my legs felt like jelly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking genuinely worried. He wasn't acting for the cops around us. I nodded. "Sam left with the others. They never heard what happened, so he's at that guy's house."

He led me outside to the Impala and helped me get in. I'm glad that he did help because I was having trouble walking. I couldn't tell if he thought I was drunk or what but he pulled something out of the inside of his leather jacket and set it on his lap as he started the car.

"You look way more shaken up than you should be. You've seen way more gruesome stuff than a body hanging by a rope." He said. He knew something was up. "If you tell me the truth about why you were looking in the janitor's closet then I'll help come up with a lie that I'll tell my dad."

He was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I really didn't want to get into this with him, or John or Sam. But I knew I'd have to come up with a good enough lie for Dean to believe; otherwise all three would know what I was doing in the closet.

"Some jackass took my necklace when we were dancing and told me I'd find it in one of the closets in the hall." I said, trying to look him dead on.

We all knew how to tell if one of us was lying. John gave us a list that we had to memorize so that we'd know when investigating a case. Dean was really good at knowing when Sam or I were lying. Nobody knew when John was lying.

There are three things to look for: eye contact, fidgeting and back tracking. I think the only thing that would have given me away was the stuttering. But that was just because I had had those drinks. The alcohol was basically out of system, I was just feeling nauseous but that could have been from everything in general.

"Nice try, but Sammy told me he saw you running into the hall with some jock on your own free will." He pulled over and I noticed we were at the field that John had sent us through the drills the other day. "I told you if you just told me the truth I'd deal with Dad."

He turned straight towards me. I could tell he wasn't angry, but he was definitely doing that protective thing. I kept my eyes forward and sighed while looking out at the field.

"Will you just tell me if you used a condom?" He said. I looked at him in horror. How did he know?!

"How?" I asked meekly. He rolled his eyes.

"Please, do you know how many times I've done it in a closet? I know the signs Rosie." I groaned and hid my face in my hands. He pulled my hands away and looked me in the eyes. "I just want to know if you're okay, all right?"

I gulped and nodded.

He picked up the little white stick that he had taken from his pocket and started searching his pockets for something.

"So you guys were doing the nasty with a dead corpse hanging a few feet away?" He said. My stomach churned and I opened the door to get some fresh air. He laughed. "That's just wrong."

"Dean, please stop." I pleaded, tears springing in my eyes. I managed to keep them from falling. "It was a stupid mistake and I'm paying for it."

"One more thing," I turned to look at him. I finally realized what was in his hand when he started to light the end with a match he found. I didn't know that he smoked. "I realize you're in pain since this was your first time and all and that you're shaking and freaked out. That's why I'm sharing this with you."

He inhaled and rolled down the window quickly to blow out the smoke from the joint.

"But if you tell Dad or Sammy, I'll kick your ass." He said, handing it to me. I took it and followed his direction. "And I'll tell them what you were really doing in that closet."

We were effectively calm as we went to pick up Sam from Peter's house. The group gathered at the door to stare at me in the car but I just ignored them and stared at the floor of the car.

"Stoner," Dean whispered with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Hypocrite."

"Baby."

"Slut." I smirked. Dean gave me a fake look of offense.

"That was mean!" He said. I laughed. Sam was talking to Heather and she was handing him something which I figured were the pictures from earlier.

"So what are we telling the other two?" I asked Dean, worried again about them finding out. I was still a little mortified that Dean knew but it was better if it was just him and not all three Winchester's.

"Leave it to me," He said quietly as Sam hugged her and started making his way to the Impala. He settled into the back seat and leaned forward to show me the pictures.

"We are some good looking people," I said, flipping through the pictures. I was glad that we looked happy. I had been beginning to wonder if I actually knew what happy felt like.