Chapter 11
May 15, 2001
"John," I approached him as he sat at the table in the motel. He was writing in his journal and usually nobody ever disturbed him when he was writing in it. He looked up and quickly shut it. Dean and Sam were out investigating the job to see what they could find out. People had been found hung from a noose in the same tree. There were 8 victims in the last month.
"Do you need something Rose?" He asked. I sighed and sat down in front of him. I knew it was going to be hard to convince him, especially with what happened the last time, but Sam and I wanted to try.
"Well, you know it is Sam's and my senior year." I said. He nodded, raising an eyebrow as he sat back and crossed his arms. Damn, he wasn't going to make this any easier. "And we're graduating soon, in a few months."
"And?" He asked. "Don't beat around the bush Rosemary."
"Yes sir," I bit my lip. "We want to go to prom."
He stared at me for a long time, I don't know what he was looking for but he just sat there for what seemed like forever.
"Only if Dean goes with you." I grinned.
"Really?" I asked. John sighed and nodded. "Thank you so much!"
"Now wait a minute," he said. "Don't get too excited. You are going to wear the same dress you got for that other dance."
I nodded. It still fit perfectly fine. I had all ready tried it on since I figured if John did let us go that he'd set up some guidelines like that.
"No leaving to search through the building during the dance either." He said, eyeing me. "You and Sam stay together the entire time with the majority of the group."
Again, I nodded.
"No after parties either. I want you home by midnight and then I want you guys in bed ten minutes after." John smirked. "You also have to convince Dean to go with you. If he doesn't want to go, then neither of you are going."
The smile dropped from my face. Damn him. Damn him to hell. Dean would never go for it. He never wanted to go to any school events. He hated them. I would definitely have to turn on the waterworks and guilt trip him into it.
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Sam and I didn't have the same schedule this time around, which was okay because I got out at one in the afternoon and he still had to stay until three. So I told him that I would work on getting Dean to cave and agree to go with us when he came to pick me up.
"How was school?" He asked, mainly just teasing me that Sam and I were still in school and he was able to always be working on the job.
"It was good," I answered. "I checked out this amazing book that you have to read! It's called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. It's so good! It's a whole series. There are four so far, but there's going to be seven. There's also a movie of the first one. I'm going to rent it soon."
Dean laughed. "Sounds good, Rosie."
I sighed and looked out the window."Dean, I have something to ask you."
He glanced at me while he continued to drive. I could tell he thought that something was up.
"Yeah, go ahead." I sniffed and looked away from him, out my window so that he couldn't see that I was only pretending to cry. "What's wrong?"
I sighed. He was all ready eating out of the palm of my hand. I felt kind of bad but then I tried to think about how much fun it would be, especially when I thought about watching Dean squirm as they played all sorts of crappy music that he hated.
"I really want to go to the prom." I said quietly, looking down at my hands.
"Aw Rosie, I'm sorry." He said. He actually did sound sorry. "Did you talk to Dad about it?"
I nodded.
"What did he say?"
"He said that Sam and I could only go if you came with us." I said meekly. I pinched the underside of my knee, hard, and felt tears spring up in my eyes. I looked back up at Dean and made sure he saw the tears. "But I know that it's the last thing you'd want to do. I just had to ask in case there was a chance."
"Rose," he sighed and glanced at me again. I could tell he was caving.
"I understand," I mustered up a weak smile, "I just wanted to ask."
I didn't say anything else and just stared out my window. He was quiet throughout the rest of the drive and when I continued to sniffle he put in a cassette to listen to. I had to keep from smiling. When we got to the motel I just sighed and wiped my eyes, grabbing my bag and heading to our room.
"Hey," I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned to face him. "I'll… if it's that important, I'll go."
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"But you have to set me up with one of the hot chicks there, okay?" He said, his lips curving into his famous cocky smirk. I rolled my eyes and walked into the motel room. I should have figured that that would be the reason he caved.
I called Sam's phone and left a message telling him to buy us the tickets, since the prom was only in a few days. There was also some stupid paperwork we'd have to turn in since Dean wasn't a student but that could be easily forged. After I hung up I took out my dress and set up the ironing stand that was in the closet so that I could get rid of any kinks in the fabric. It had been thrown in my duffel since homecoming and had been in there ever since. I'd probably have to do the same to Dean's and Sam's slacks and button downs but I wasn't going to be caught dead rummaging through their duffels.
When Sam came back, John had arrived minutes before. Sam was grinning madly and I thought it was because he was excited that we were going to the prom. I looked at Dean's face and noticed the anger set in and knew that it probably didn't have to do with prom. Sam motioned for me to go outside with him for a second so I did, catching Dean's eye for a second as we passed.
"What's going on Sam?" I asked. He pulled me into a hug and picked me off the ground, swinging me in circles.
"I got accepted to Stanford." I stared at him as he set me down.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded. I smiled and hugged him tightly again. I was super proud of him. "Stanford! That's amazing."
"I know. The guidance counselor pulled me in to tell me. I couldn't believe it." He laughed. "I'm sure they'll call you in and tell you that you got accepted somewhere too."
I frowned and looked down.
"Probably not," I said. We had both filled in our applications together to the same schools at the same time, but I had never mailed mine in. I didn't want to leave like Sam did. But I didn't want him to know that either.
"Why not?" He asked. "You're a way better student than I am."
I forced a smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, you're probably right."
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"All right, I'm telling you, home by midnight. Not a minute later." John said, locking eyes with each and every one of us to make sure that we understood. "If it looks like anything bad if going to happen, you get out of there. All right?"
"Yes, sir." Dean said.
We all looked really spiffy all dressed up. Sam had asked me to iron his clothes and I had woken up in the middle of the night the other night to hear Dean cussing. I had walked into the bathroom to see him trying to iron his clothes. I rolled my eyes, thinking about how embarrassed he had to have been to not ask for my help. Both the boys were wearing black slacks and nice dress shoes. Sam was wearing a red long sleeved button up shirt with his blazer over and Dean opted for a white button up with black suspenders. Both were wearing ties. Dean was wearing the blue one that Sam had bought for the homecoming dance and Sam was just wearing a black one.
The prom itself wasn't at the high school but it was at a hotel about 15 minutes away, which was kind of nice. I called shotgun on our way to the Impala and Dean drove to the hotel, tugging at his tie to keep loosening it.
"I hate wearing monkey suits," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Stop whining, you look good. You'll have all the cheerleaders fighting over you." I said, looking out the window. I didn't want to admit just how good I thought he looked. Was it bad that I wanted to jump him when I had finished getting ready in the bathroom and came out to see him all ready dressed and looking damn good? I didn't like these feelings for Dean that seemed to keep happening.
"Are any of them hot?" He asked. Neither Sam nor I answered him.
When we made it to the hotel we could all ready hear the horrible music when we got out of the car. Dean came around and held his arm out for me but I just stared at him.
"What?" He asked, motioning to his arm.
"That's what I want to know," I told him. Sam laughed and just walked on ahead.
"He's wearing the tie that matches your dress, not me," Sam said. "He's your date tonight."
I blushed like mad and I was glad that it was too dark out. Maybe they wouldn't notice.
"Oh," I said quietly, wrapping my arm through his. This was going to be… weird.
"But you'll understand if I leave you with Sam to take a tour with some blonde." Dean said, giving me his cocky smile. "I'll totally understand if you find some jock too and want to leave me."
I really didn't want to.
"Your dad said," Dean turned to stare at me as we walked through the entrance and handed our tickets to a chaperone at the double doors to the ball room. This was a pretty fancy hotel.
"I won't tell if you won't." He smirked. A few girls walked by wearing really tight short dresses that made their breasts pop out of the front and Dean stopped to watch them. He grinned as one looked back at him and she smirked back. I rolled my eyes. I had been looking forward to this since middle school and all ready I wanted to go back to the motel and eat a pint of chocolate ice cream instead.
We caught up to Sam who was sitting at one of the tables, watching everyone dance. I sat down next to him and Dean stood behind me. I looked up at him.
"Are you gonna sit?" I asked. He was looking around and I heard his stomach gurgle. He smiled when he saw the table full with food across the room.
"I'm gonna get something to eat. You guys want anything?" He asked. We both shook our heads. Something told me that was going to be the last we saw of him until we had to leave.
"You want to dance?" Sam asked. I smiled and nodded, grabbing his hand as he held it out for me. I loved dancing, especially when I got to dance like a fool. There was never a time that called for dancing in our profession, which was a main reason for wanting to come tonight. When Sam and I were younger, before we were allowed to help outside the motel rooms, we'd turn on MTV or the radio and dance. We were pretty good at swing dancing. We also knew Thriller like the backs of our hands.
We tested out the beat of the song and decided to do a little swing dancing for a while, at least until a slow song came on. Then Sam held my waist and I rested my arms on his shoulders. He was too freaking tall, even with the extra three inches that my heels gave me. Or maybe I was just too short.
I looked around for Dean but didn't see him anywhere. I held back my eye roll.
"I'm seriously thirsty, you wanna get a drink?" Sam asked. I nodded and we walked over to the table that Dean had left us for. Sam tested out the punch since it was in a giant bowl and he grimaced a little. "It's all ready been spiked."
He reached for a can of soda but I went ahead and poured myself a glass of the punch. It would definitely take off the edge that was beginning to grow. I gulped down the first glass and then poured a second that I planned on just sipping. What was getting into me?
I heard a familiar laugh and turned to see Dean coming out of the girl's bathroom right after one of the girls who I recognized as one of the cheerleaders. Her hair was messed up and his suspenders were hanging down as he tried to fix his tie. I felt really hot all of a sudden as I watched her turn back to kiss him quickly before running off. He started looking around. Probably to find another girl to fuck.
"Rose? Are you okay?" I looked to my side and saw Sam watching me, worried. I nodded. "Are you sure? Because it looks like you're about ready to throw a tantrum."
I sighed and looked into my cup of punch. My heart hurt when I thought that Dean was probably the one who had spiked the punch. Screw sipping, I tossed the rest of the cup down my throat.
"I'm fine," I told him, not believing it myself.
"You kids having fun?" My muscles tensed when I heard his voice. I turned and took in his appearance more closely. His lips were chapped and his hair was 'out of bed' messy, not the messy that he usually styled himself. I wanted to slap myself for thinking about how sexy he looked.
"Tons," I deadpanned. He cocked his head and looked at me with his eyebrows scrunched.
"Uh, okay Negative Nancy," he said, looking up at Sam. I leaned over and grabbed the ladle to the punch and poured myself another cup. "Are you sure you want to do that?"
I rolled my eyes and walked away from them.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Rosemary. How the fuck did I let this happen? When the hell did I start having feelings for Dean Winchester? I couldn't believe that I'd let it happen. I chugged the cup and tossed it in the trash that I was just passing when I finally started feeling the alcohol catch up with me. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Rosemary.
I sat down at an empty table that was hidden from the rest of the room by a huge balloon tower and kicked off my heels. I rubbed my feet and then pulled a chair closer to rest them on the seat. I rubbed my head and tried to stop the onslaught of tears that I felt coming. My throat all ready felt like someone was squeezing it.
"Hey," I looked up and saw a random student leaning around the tower, "I saw you pass by in a storm. You looked upset."
I just stared at him and he shifted uncomfortably under my gaze.
"You're the new girl right? You came with your brother Sam? You're Rosemary." He said, coming a little closer. It was dark in this corner since none of the strobe lights could make it past the balloons. I sighed and nodded.
"Can I sit?" I put my feet down and nodded again. I watched him sit down in the seat my feet had just vacated. "I'm George, by the way."
I decided to be nice so I held my hand out to shake.
"It's nice to meet you George," I said. He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it instead of shaking. I couldn't help but smile, he was really sweet.
"You too." He sighed and looked around. "So are you hiding from someone?"
I cringed but eventually nodded.
"Kind of," I admitted, "I just wanted to get away for a minute."
"That's cool." He was playing with his hands. "So that other guy you came with,"
I narrowed my eyes. Just thinking about Dean made me want to punch a wall.
"Is he your boyfriend?" I started laughing hysterically. George chuckled, obviously uncomfortable again. I'm sure I looked crazy. I probably should have gone easy on the punch.
"No," I said as my laughter died down a little, "not even."
He nodded and smiled.
"Do you want to dance then? I saw you swing dancing with Sam." I smiled back.
"You can swing?" I asked. He nodded enthusiastically. He was definitely cute. He also definitely was the polar opposite of Dean; just a few inches taller than me which meant with my shoes on we'd be the same height, light brown hair, a little scrawny but definitely strong. "I'd love to dance with you."
He waited for me to put my shoes back on and he helped me up. I was surprised that he was still a little taller than me. He held my hand, tightly but gently, and I didn't comment about his hands being a little sweaty. It was definitely hot in here and I'm sure that I had made him nervous with how crazy I was acting.
Swing dancing was definitely more difficult with a few drinks in my system and with a totally different partner than I was used to, but I was happy with how good he was at it. I definitely warmed up to him and we were moving smoothly. He even taught me a few new moves and managed to actually swing me in the air. Sam and I had never tried the intense moves like that, but it was really fun.
When the song ended I couldn't help but kiss him quickly on the lips. I pulled back and saw him blushing like mad.
"Want to keep dancing?" I asked. He nodded, grinning from ear to ear. We dance normally for one song and a slow song came on afterwards. George was just about ready to wrap his arms around my waist when somebody grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
"Excuse me!" I snapped, seeing that it was Dean. He looked pissed. "I'm dancing, asshole."
I pushed him away and led George farther into the group of dancing couples.
"I don't want to get beat up," George said, glancing back and I giggled.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you," I told him.
"Rose," I groaned and turned to see Sam.
"What?" I asked.
"We have to go," I glared at him and he pointed to his watch. It was a quarter to midnight, which meant we ran the possibility of being late. Had I seriously been dancing with George for that long?
"God, seriously? I was just starting to have fun." I whined. Sam smiled sadly and nodded. I had come into this night feeling like it was the turning point in our lives. Graduation was so close, and I couldn't even count the number of high schools we had gone to. We only stayed in a town for a few days, two weeks tops. After graduation, I knew Sam was going to tell John about Stanford.
And then what would happen between Sam and me? He thought that I had applied to college too; he thought that I wanted something different from this life too. But I didn't want to leave, and I realized that was partially because I didn't want to be without Dean. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Rosemary.
I felt tears come up again but I tried to swallow them down. I took a deep breath and turned to George. He looked a little upset too and I noticed that Dean was standing a few feet away out of the corner of my eye. I didn't acknowledge him and I walked closer to George.
"Thanks for dancing with me," I said quietly. He nodded.
"I'll see you at school on Monday," he said with a smile. I almost frowned, I probably did. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head closer to mine. I kissed him passionately. More so than I'd ever remembered kissing anyone. I couldn't believe how emotional I had gotten. When I pulled away George's eyes were still closed so I pecked his lips again.
"Bye, George." I said. I wouldn't see him at school on Monday. John had been taking care of the job tonight which meant we were leaving early tomorrow. On Monday, Sam and I would be at a different high school, a different town, probably a different state.
As we left I felt Dean come up close and gently wrap his arm around my shoulder. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and went haywire when I breathed in his familiar smell.
"I don't think I told you how pretty you looked tonight," he whispered. I smiled softly with a blush tinting my cheeks but looked down so he couldn't see. Three minutes before I had been pissed at him and now he was reminding me that I was falling for him.
I felt my heart break as we drove away. Not because I was leaving George. He was a nice guy, sure, but my heart broke because this was the beginning of the end. Everything was going to change after tonight.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Rosemary.
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