I was on my stomach, one arm under the pillow and one arm beside me.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You," I murmured back, still pretty much asleep. But I told her the truth. I was thinking about her. And last night.

Last night had been… great. At least for me. I hadn't really gotten a chance to ask her about it yet. But I had a feeling it wasn't as great for her. She didn't exactly say it, but I did hurt her. I could see it. I wasn't blind, and I knew her face all too well. Sure, she had enjoyed it too but it was painful.

I told her to take a warm shower, hoping it would help, and as she did I had found some clothes to put on again. And I noticed that there was blood on the sheets. There wasn't much, not at all, but it was there which was bad enough. So while she showered, I had changed the bottom sheet and thrown the other one in a laundry pile.

She took her time in the shower, and I was asleep when she returned. I didn't mean to fall asleep, it just happened.

"You okay?" I asked, still not opening my eyes.

"Better than last night," she stated and I looked at her. She was on her back, her hair a mess and still damp from the shower, and she was wearing a t-shirt. Mine from last night actually.

I wanted to see her face when I asked her the next thing.

"Do you regret it?"

She almost looked shocked, surprised that I had asked. Almost like she didn't think I would.

"No! Of course not, Dean. How can you think that? Yes, it did hurt. But I had expected so much. And I told you I wanted to, right? I wouldn't have told you that if I wasn't sure, and I still am. This is a moment I will be able to look back at in fifty years and know that I did the right choice. I know I won't regret it being here. Or now. And absolutely not with you."

I smiled at her answer, and she looked relieved.

"A simple 'no' had been great," I grinned and she chuckled.

Still with one arm under the pillow, I wrapped my free arm around her waist and dragged her closer. Our legs twisted around each other, and my hand found it's way down under the t-shirt and up again.

"You're aware of where you're hand is, right?" she smiled, clearly teasing.

"Very much, but I can't help it. It likes it there," I murmured and she chuckled again.

"God, you're such a seventeen-year-old guy. You just can't get enough."

"It's your fault for not wearing a bra," I told her and she laughed.

"Your hand would have been there even if I were wearing one," she stated and I knew that she was right.

"I don't get how you can think that they are small."

"Because they are."

"They're perfect. Normal. Natural."

And natural was the keyword. Olivia's had been natural, when we started going out. But she never really liked the way she looked. Her family had money, and her mom is pretty weird. So no, they weren't natural anymore.

J.J sat up, my arm falling down to her waist again. She were staring at me with wide eyes.

"Olivia's are…" she asked, picking up on the keyword.

"Fake," I finished for her.

"Hm. So that's why they got… huge over the summer," she pondered. She still looked shocked when I pulled her down to me again.

"I don't want to talk about that, 'kay?" I murmured against her lips, placing a soft kiss on them. She kissed me back, wrapping her arm around my torso and twinning her legs with mine. I turned to my side and pressed my lips against hers again.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"What?" she asked and I smiled against her lips.

"Small breasts are sexy, and I love yours. I wouldn't want them any other way."

"Me neither," she murmured back. "I like them the way they are."

"Then why were you worried about what I think about them?"

"I don't know. I guess I thought you'd like them bigger."

"Do you still think that?" I asked and she shook her head. "What convinced you?"

"Mostly last night."

"Speaking of… Did you plan that?"

"What makes you think I did?"

"You brought a condom."

"So did you," she stated, smiling against my lips.

And I did. But only because I felt that maybe, maybe something might have happened during this weekend. I don't know why, but my gut told me to bring one. No, I might not have known where we were going but I figured we had to sleep somewhere. And sleeping often meant a bed. Or a tent. But it was getting to cold for a tent, so I did bet on a bed.

And besides, it felt like we had been getting closer and closer to taking us to a new level.

"I bring a condom everywhere," I teased and she slapped me softly on the arm.

"Speaking of that…" she said after she finished laughing, turning serious. "Was I bad?"

I stopped smiling, and looked at her. Did she really believe that?

"You were great."

"No, I wasn't," she argued. God, she really needed to believe in herself more.

"It was your first time, and you were great. Next time, you will be amazing," I promised and smiled just thinking about a next time. A next time with J.J.

"So I was good enough for a next time?" she smiled, and I heard that she believed me. Now she was just teasing.

"I'm kinda horny right now," I told her honestly and watched her smile grow bigger. I felt her lips against mine again, and my hand found her breast one more time. She smiled into the kiss, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. Yeah, I was like a seventeen-year-old guy. But that's only because I was one. Yes, I wanted more. And yes, I wanted it now.

She moved from my side and straddled me, her lips meeting mine with a harder force. Her hair would have been in my eyes if I weren't closing them, and she knew it. So she broke the kiss, straightened up and took a cord from her wrist to put in her hair. She placed it in a bun, and then she was kissing me again. Our lips were moving hard together in unison, and they were almost on fire.

Seriously, I could easily be kissing her for the rest of my life and it would be enough. I loved kissing her, and I would never get tired of feeling her soft, full lips against mine.

My hands found her hips, and I pulled her closer to me. She smiled into the kiss, and then she chuckled.

"Already?" she asked, indicating on my hard-on.

"I told you I'm horny. Besides, it's morning."

"Morning. Right, that explains it," she chuckled against my lips before they pressed together again. I quickly darted my tongue into her mouth, and my hands rested on the small of her back. Her lips left mine and as they traced over my skin I closed my eyes. They traced over my chest and down toward my stomach.

"How come I've never seen this one before?" she asked, and I didn't have to open my eyes to know what she was talking about. Her thumb were caressing a spot right above the waistband of my boxers, on my hipbone.

"It's a birthmark, and you probably didn't notice it last night because it's tiny. And your eyesight is horrible." And she hadn't really been down there with her eyes. Or mouth for that matter.

I felt her lips pressing against it for a short second before her lips were on mine again. I grabbed the hem of the shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head right before I spun us around so that she was on her back. My lips kissed their way down to her breasts, where I sucked on one of her already erect nipples as I caressed her other breast with my hand.

I heard her moan, and I suppressed a smile. I loved how easily I did this to her, and how easily she did the same to me.

I left her breast and traced my way down to her navel and the edge of her hipsters.

"Calvin Klein, huh?" I asked, finding her lips again.

"You wear them too, so shut up and kiss your girlfriend."

"I don't think I'll ever grow tired of hearing that. Or seeing you naked," I smiled and she chuckled.

"If you behave, you might get to see me naked again," she teased.

"You are."

"I'm half naked. Just like you."

"So, what do I have to do to see you naked?" I asked, touching the edge of her hipsters again. This time with my fingers, letting two of them slipping down under the waistband.

"You can start with getting rid of those boxers, no matter how sexy you look in them," she murmured. "And then you can find a condom."

Oh god, she was thinking my kind of way.

I placed a kiss on her lips before I climbed out of the bed and stood up. I took a few paces and found my bag. I looked in the outside compartment, and found the condom I had brought with me.

I tossed it to J.J who caught it, and then I walked up to the bed again. I put my hands inside my boxers, ready to pull them down when I hesitated.

It's not like I was hesitating because I was afraid of showing everything to her. I had done that plenty last night. And even though J.J wasn't fully comfortable last night when I unclasped her bra, she sure looked comfortable where she was now.

No, I hesitated because I took this moment in. The beauty she was possessing in this moment. I couldn't understand the people I had heard say that they thought she was plain or ordinary. Nothing about her was plain. Not her inside, not her outside. She was beautiful, in her own way. Her personality was one of a kind, and it shone through. It really did, and that's only one thing that made her beautiful. But then there was those hazel eyes, those full lips, that heart shaped face. The way she held her body, the arch of her neck, her grace… And now, when she was in a vulnerable situation, she was more beautiful than ever. The way she was biting her lower lip in anticipation, and probably nervousness, the way her hazel eyes were staring into mine without breaking the gaze…

I had always found her beautiful, but now she was so much more than just that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, and I told her exactly what I was thinking.

"You're beautiful. And amazing."

I watched the corner of her mouth curve up, and I smiled because she did.

"Didn't I tell you to get rid of the boxers?"

"I think the exact term is boxer briefs, actually," I stated as I pulled them down and let them fall to the floor.

She laughed at my comment, and I noticed how her gaze left my eyes and went down.

"Get over here," she said, and I didn't hesitate as I leaned down to capture her lips with mine. I placed a knee between her legs, climbing into the bed and lay down on top of her. I didn't have time to shift my weight before I rolled us over. It would be easier to roll the condom on if I were on my back.

I was about to take the condom from her hand, but she stopped me.

"Let me." She made it sound like a question, even though it wasn't. So I nodded, and watched her small smile. She took the condom out of the box and gently rolled it on. I didn't think it was possible at this point, but I actually got harder feeling her gentle fingers doing so.

"Are you sure you've never done that before?"

"Watching you do it once gave me the knowledge I needed," she murmured as she found my lips. I captured her lips with mine again, and gently sucked on her lower lip.

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over, this time so that she was on her back again. Then I fingered on the edge of her hipsters, pulling them down as far as I could. After that she helped me by kicking them off, and they probably landed somewhere on the floor.

As we did that, we didn't break the kiss, and we didn't as I traced my hands to her thighs, parting them, either. Darting my tongue into her mouth, I positioned myself by her entrance and I heard her moan as I gently and carefully pushed inside her.

I didn't break the kiss as I pulled out and then pushed inside her again. And even though her eyes were closed, I kept mine open. I wanted to read her face, wanted to know if she felt any pain.

But this time she didn't, and I smiled into the kiss as I thrust into her again, and again. Her hips moved with mine, meeting my thrusts as her legs locked themselves around my waist. With the help of her calves, she pulled me closer to her, deeper inside her, and I moaned into her mouth as I finally closed my eyes. As I softly bit her lower lip, I felt her nails piercing into the skin on my back and this time we moaned together.

It was hard to believe that she had only done this once from the way she was moving under me, and the way she made it feel like she was a pro. The way she made me feel, the way she made me sound.

But it was so much more than that. For the last month together, it felt like we were made for each other. I had felt it in the kisses, and the touches and the way we could talk to each other. The way we made each other feel. I know it sounded cheesy, but it's true. And now, taking our relationship to a new level, I was even more sure. It felt like we were… designed for each other. And this probably sounded even more cheesy, but she was the best thing that had even happened to me. She made me into a better person. And I never wanted to loose her. Ever.

Her fingers gripped my hair tightly, and I knew that she didn't have a long way to falling of the edge. And neither did I. I probably had a shorter way than she did, so I tried to hold myself back as I gave her all of me.

It was hard to kiss her as her lips trembled in pleasure, but neither of us broke the kiss. My thrusts were getting faster and harder, and I knew that she was giving every single part of herself to me. She wasn't holding back, and neither was I. We reached climax at the same time, she only a few seconds after me, and I forced my eyes open. As her back arched, and her breasts pressed against my chest, I was able to watch the last seconds of her orgasm on her face. I could see the expression that went with the amazing sound that left her lips as she softly cried out with pleasure. And that was seriously one of the cutest, sexiest, and most adorable expressions I had ever seen on her. Or on anyone.

As her back fell back on the mattress, we both relaxed and I almost collapsed on top of her. I placed a kiss in the crook of her neck, closed my eyes again and rolled of her. We laid there for a while, our breaths uneven and both of us panting, trying to recover.

"Wow," we breathed at the same time, causing us to laugh right after.

"Was that just me, or was that way better than last night?" she asked, meeting my eyes. I looked into hers, not even sure what to say.

"That was… wow," I agreed and she chuckled again, smiling my way.

"You've been watching that thing all day," I said, glancing at the object underneath the white sheet. "What is it?"

I watched her take a deep breath, and she walked up to the object. It was standing in the living room, by one of the windows, and it was huge.

"This is one of Dad's most precious possessions," she said and carefully pulled the sheet off. Under it was a piano, clearly very old from the design. But it was still in one piece, and it looked almost new. Greg had clearly been taking good care of it.

"It's a Steinway L Queen Anne. Built in 1929, Steinway's Golden Years, and is made in Walnut. The keys are of ivory, and this piano is worth a fortune."

"You know I have no idea of what you're talking about," I said and she smiled.

"I know. But to a musician, this is something most of us dream about owning. Every Steinway piano is handmade, and takes about a year to make. Dad bought this beauty in 1987, I think, and he spent most of his lifesaving's on her. He's lucky he hadn't met Mom yet, because she would not have been happy about him spending so much money on something as 'stupid as a piano', as she expressed herself many times."

"I take it your Mom didn't like it?"

"She loved it, and hearing him playing on it. She just… didn't appreciate the price."

As she spoke, she walked closer and lifted up the lid - is that what it's called? - and locked it so that it was opened. The strings, and everything else was showed, and she blew away the dust that had been collected inside the piano. It wasn't much though, probably because of the sheet.

Then she hesitated for a second before she walked around the piano and sat down on the piano stool. It matched the piano, the fabric on top was white, and the stool was big enough for both of us. I sat down next to her, and realized that the stool was softer than I thought it would be.

I was quiet as she placed her hands on the lid for the keyboard, hesitating for only a short moment before she lifted it and showed a number of white keys. But that's not all.

On the keys were also an envelope, a folded piece of paper resting upon it. J.J's name was written on the paper and she took the piece of paper in her hands. As she unfolded it, I looked at the envelope on the piano. Her name was on it, written in the same handwriting as the name on the piece of paper.

"There's more," I heard J.J mumble. I watched her as she put the note down, moved from the stool and walked to the other side of the room. She sat down on the floor, knowing exactly where to look. She put her nails between two floorboards, and suddenly she was holding one in her hand. Seriously, was this place made for secrets?

As she put her hand down, I looked at the note to see what she had meant with 'there's more'.

In the same handwriting, a few lines of words were written down.

'Vixey, I don't know what date, or even year it is, but I knew you would come here someday. And I knew you would find this note here. Since you were born, I've been writing a couple of letters, just like the one in the envelope. You know where to find them. Find a place where you can be yourself, and start with the first one.'

I felt J.J sit down next to me again, this time a bunch of envelopes in her hand.

"How many?" I asked, and she took the one from the piano.

"Seventeen with this one," she said, putting them all in a pile.

"All from your Dad?" I asked and she nodded. I had figured that they were from him.

"There's fourteen for Julia too," she whispered. "I had no idea he was even writing them."

"How did you know where to look?"

She smiled sadly at a memory, and then chuckled softly.

"I think I was six. Mom was busy with something in another room, and Dad was playing. I was bored, and accidentally found a loose floorboard. Dad and I kept it as a secret, and we never told anyone. Over the years, we forgot about it. Or at least I thought we did."

"So… Vixey?"

"It's not what you think it is," she smiled and looked into my eyes.

"Oh, I'm not thinking anything," I grinned. "But where have I heard that before?"

I could swear that I had heard it somewhere, I just didn't know where.

"When I was like four, five, I had this one favorite movie. I knew all the lines, and I had two favorite characters. Boomer and…"

"Vixey," we said at the same time.

"I liked Copper," I remembered and she smiled.

"Yeah, I never really liked him. Not the old version anyway. But he and Tod were cute when they were young."

We laughed together, and I leaned down to press a soft kiss on her lips.

"It's strange," she murmured when I leaned out.

"What is?"

"I only saw Dad a few times a year. Two, three. Five if I was lucky. He rarely stayed for more than a week or tops two. He wanted to, but he was needed. And despite all of that, I was so much closer to him than to Mom. She had her theories about that. Our love to the music, the fact that I'm just like him… I don't know why, but yeah, we were closer. From the second I was old enough to read, and write, we would do it all the time, y'know? He never once wrote about the bad parts, just the good stuff. How lucky he was to have met new friends, how fun they could have back at the base… I can't remember a single letter where he even mentioned that he had lost one of those friends. Sometimes he got a chance to call, and when he was home… God, we would sit up all night and just talk. About everything. We might have been tired, but we kept each other awake. And the things I could talk to him about… He's actually the first person I talked to about you. I was six, and the words on that paper was big, misspelled and pink. I think the exact words were 'I met a boy named Dean today'. Met with two t. And I might have misspelled your name."

I laughed at the last part, and so did she.

"Who knew, I'm dating someone who can't spell my name," I teased and she shoved me gently with her shoulder.

"Shut up," she laughed and I laughed too before I pressed a soft and chaste kiss on her lips. She kissed me back, and sighed as she broke the kiss.

"I miss him," she whispered.

"I know," I murmured and then changed the subject. "Play something?"

She thought for a second before her gaze went to the piano, but I kept looking at her. I watched as she placed her hands on the keys, her fingers resting on them. She played a note, but then shook her head. She thought again, played another few notes and then frowned. I thought it sounded great, but clearly she didn't.

"Now you got me thinking," she murmured, and closed her eyes as I smiled. She let out a breath, relaxed and moved her hands from the keys to her side.

She was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about something. But then she lifted her hands again, and with her eyes still closed her fingers played again. This time she was happy with the result, and after only a moment I recognized the song as one of her favorites. And it was a good song. She does have pretty good taste in music.

I watched her, amazed at what she was doing. I had never heard her play the piano before, but here she was; playing with her eyes closed.

She opened her mouth then, and I smiled again as I heard her voice along with the soft tones of the piano.

This was a few minutes of pure pleasure. People really need to know how god she is.

As I heard the music stop, I confessed what I did over a week ago.

"I signed you up for the talent show."

"You did what?" she asked, meeting my eyes. "Why would you do that? Especially since I told you I don't want to." Yeah, she was not happy about this. But I had to make her see my point.

"J.J, listen to me. You're far too good not to show people how good you are. You just gave me chills! That's how good you are, and you need to see that. And can you look me in the eyes and tell me truthfully that you don't want to sing in front of people? Because if you can, I'll scratch your name myself first thing Monday. But I think you want to."

She looked into my eyes for a long time, biting her lip, before she finally sighed.

"Yeah, I want to. But I can't. Dean, I can't."

"The only reason you're not entering that show is because you're scared. And I get that, okay? I know you're scared."

"Then why did you sign me up?"

"Because you need to face that fear. Remember what your Dad used to say?"

"Courage if fear holding on a minute longer," she murmured and I nodded.

"At the funeral, you said you believed him. Right? So if you do, hold on a minute longer. Face your fear, and make me proud. Make him proud."

"Why do you always know exactly what to say?" she whispered and I smiled.

"It's a gift I have. Just like you. So, will you use it?"

"I'll think about it," she gave up and I smiled again.

"That's all I'm asking," I told her and leaned down to give her one more kiss. This one lasted a moment longer than the others, and it was a little deeper as well.

"Thank you," she said as we leaned out and I asked her for what.

"For everything. Coming here with me…"

"In my defense; I had no idea where we were going," I said, and then added, "But I would have followed if you told me."

She continued to talk as if I hadn't interrupted her.

"Making me realize that I love you, being there for me yesterday. For not pushing me."

"I could never do that," I told her the truth. It had never even crossed my mind to push her for sex. I knew it would happen when it happened, and when we both wanted it to happen. And I was glad that we had waited until last night. Last night was special. Last night meant something. This place was special, and this place certainly meant something to her.

"Did I ever tell you the real reason why I called it off with Seth?" she asked, and I frowned.

"Everything with the accident, right?"

"Yeah, that too. But there was more. He was pushing me. All the time. Even after the accident, he kept pushing me. It made me feel unwanted, and like he was only in the relationship for one thing. Sex. I never fell for him, and I just… I didn't want things to be like that. I wanted things to be… unforced. Easy."

"It's easy for us…" I murmured and she smiled.

"As easy as breathing. What we have is exactly what I was looking for. What Dad told me I deserved."

"I love you."

"I love you too," she answered me and I kissed her back when she pressed her lips against mine.

"I wanna go home," I heard J.J say and from the tone in her voice I knew exactly what she meant. She didn't mean home as in home – because I was just reaching Woodstock's town limit.

No, she meant home as in home.

"I can talk to mom, and we could go together. Over Christmas maybe," I offered and she looked at me.

"Would you really do that?"

"Yeah, I would. It's the place you were born. It's half of who you are. You have relatives there, and your brother. You lived there for three years before you moved here. I would want a chance to get to know that part of you."

No, J.J hadn't lived in Woodstock her whole life. She hadn't even lived in the United States her whole life. Her Dad was from here, but her Mom was from Sweden. J.J's Mom met her Dad on a business trip when she was twenty five, and they fell in love. J.J was born a few years later, and when J.J was three her Mom moved with her and Julia to Vermont.

And yeah, J.J had a brother. He was seven when J.J was born, and she hadn't seen him in almost three years.

"Do you think your mom will agree?"

"Probably not," I confessed. Yes, Mom could be understanding, but letting us fly to another country? Probably not.

"Maybe I can get Keith to talk her into it."

"I'd like that," she smiled and I smiled with her.

"I really liked this weekend," I told her and her smile grew smug.

"You just think that because you finally got some," she said as she chuckled.

"I'm serious, Freckles. And I would love to go there again… But yeah, that too."

I laughed with her as she took my hand and squeezed it.

"I liked it too," she confessed and I smiled again. "And I liked having you with me. It was… different."

I turned into our street, and I didn't have the time to answer her.

"Who's here?" J.J suddenly asked, and I frowned.

"What?"

"There's someone here. But I don't know who," she explained and I looked at the direction she was. And she was right. There was a car standing outside our house, and I had never seen it before. It wasn't new, but it wasn't old.

"No idea," I told her and turned right and drove into the garage since it was empty. I stopped the car and didn't bother to lock when I climbed outside. I mean, we're in a garage.

J.J and I climbed out at the same time, and I took her bag from her as she grabbed it. She had other stuff to carry. She had more stuff with her home than when we left two days ago.

There was the letters from her Dad, which she still hadn't read, and then there was a few photo albums and a few other stuff.

"I can take it," she said but I shook my head.

"Too late," I told her and she smiled before she turned around and walked into the house. I closed the door to the garage as I walked inside, and both J.J and I heard two voices. One belonged to Mom, and the other one to a man. Probably the owner of the car.

"We're back!" I called out and Mom appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. It was probably just me, but I could have sworn that she was showing. Could that happen in just three days? What was it now, fourteen weeks? She should be showing by now, right?

"Dean, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked, and she looked serious. Sounded serious as well.

"Let me just leave my bags," I said but I felt J.J taking them from me.

"I'll take them," she said and before I had the chance to say anything she was running up the stairs.

Okay then, I thought and followed mom into the kitchen.

Just like I guessed, she wasn't alone in there. There was also a man. He was older, probably a few years older than mom, and had a shabby look. He definitely hadn't shaved in a few days, and he looked at me as I entered the kitchen.

Mom sat down beside him, and told me to sit down as well. So I took the seat opposite to her.

"Where's Keith?" I asked, knowing he wasn't home. Their car wasn't here after all.

"He's at work," she answered me.

"It's Sunday," I said, and she said that they were a man short and he was called in. So he probably wouldn't be home until tomorrow. Life as a firefighter, everybody.

"How was your weekend?" she asked and I noticed how the man glanced at me, and then looked at her. Almost like he wanted her to hurry up with something.

It was amazing. "Great," I answered instead. "The whole place is great."

"Good," she smiled and I hoped she wouldn't figure out too easily what J.J and I had been doing.

"So what did you do?" she asked, almost prolonging something. Again, the man looked at her with an almost irritated expression. Seriously, who was he? And he sort of looked at me in a creepy way. Like I was someone from outer space or something.

"Not much Friday, and then yesterday she found letters from her Dad and I heard her play the piano for the first time."

Mom smiled, and the man kept looking at me.

"Mary," he said and mom lost the smile. She turned serious again.

"Who is that?" I asked, not caring if I were discreet or not. Which I wasn't.

"Dean," Mom said and took her hands in mine. Okay, seriously, she was freaking me out. I rarely saw mom this serious, and when she was, it was always about something really serious.

"Mom?" I asked, prompting her to speak. Not that I think I actually wanted to know what she was about to say.

"Dean," she said again. "This is John Winchester. Your… your father."

"So what, he just showed up?" Liam asked as I shot the puck toward goal. Hard. And I hit Liam. "Shit, I don't have any frigging gear!"

"Neither am I. And, sorry," I apologized and he shot the puck back to me. "And yes, he just showed up."

"So what did he say?"

"I don't know, I didn't really listen. I told Mom years ago I didn't want to know who he is, and now when things are just the way I want them to be, he shows up with an explanation for why he has been absent. He said something about not knowing that I existed, and when he found out he was too big of a coward to actually find Mom. And me."

"When did he find out?"

"Fifteen years ago," I said and shot the puck again. This time he didn't miss it, and shot it right back to me.

"What a jerk."

"I know, and it couldn't be worse timing either. Mom and Keith told me the other that he wanted to adopt me."

"Seriously?" he asked, threw the hockey stick to the ground and then he was next to me in just a few seconds. "Is he serious?"

"Yeah. And I mean, why not? I've known him since I was what, eight? We've lived in the same house since I was eleven. He's already the father John Winchester had the chance of being fifteen years ago."

"Does J.J know?"

"About John, or the adoption?"

"Both?" he made it sound like a question, and I answered it.

"The adoption, yes. I told her about it this weekend. And John, no. As soon as they were done, I sort of just left for your house. Besides, she's got some other things on her mind right now."

"Like what?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. Those letters were personal enough as it was and I wouldn't go telling people about them. That was her choice.

"So, speaking of J.J," he said and skated back to the goal. He took up the stick again, and passed me the puck. I captured it easily, and shot it into the goal without Liam even realizing what I did.

"What about her?" I asked.

"You should join the school team. It can bring us to state champion."

"We're always in the state champion," I told him and he laughed.

"Yeah, but maybe we'd had a chance of actually winning with you on the team."

"You can join it," I told him, knowing it was true. We had been on the same hockey team since forever. But just like with me, he only did it to keep in shape. Football was the game for him.

"You're better than me, and I'm busy with football."

"You mentioned J.J?" I asked and he shot the puck to me again and I shot it back into the goal.

"So, what did you two do this weekend?" he grinned and I chuckled.

"I told you before," I said. And I had. I just hadn't told him everything.

"I think you left something out," he said and I wasn't really surprised that he had it figured out. We had known each other for a long time after all.

"But I didn't,"

"She totally gave you some of that sweet ass this weekend, am I right?"

I knew he was just teasing, trying to get me to talk, but I still didn't like the fact that he talked about her like that.

"I'm not gonna talk to you about this," I told him and skated back to the rink. He followed me a few seconds later, and we left the ice.

"Meaning 'yes'."

"That doesn't mean that," I stated as I laced up my skates.

"So, you don't picture her while whacking…-"

"Liam, seriously, I'm not talking to you about this," I cut him off and he laughed again.

"See? It totally means 'yes'."

"Can we change the subject?"

"You love her right?" he asked and I moved my gaze from the lacing to him. He looked pretty serious.

"C'mon, you realized it before I did," I told him, laughing. "Why?"

"No, nothing. It's just nice, you know?"

Knowing him so well, I knew that wasn't what he had been thinking about. And I also had a good guess on what he had been thinking about.

"How about Emily?" I asked. They had been going out a few times.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen," he said as he stood up and I followed. I put my stuff back in my bag, and Liam put his in his bag.

"Why not?" I asked as we walked down from the bleachers and started toward the exit.

"Horrible at kissing. Nightmare," he clarified and I laughed again.

"Did I miss anything this weekend?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Not much. Practice Friday was boring. And next Friday it's cancelled. Something about Coach going somewhere…" He continued to talk, but I didn't listen. I felt a smell I could have sworn was a bad smell. It smelled almost like something was burning. And as we rounded the corner, I knew why. Something was on fire. The whole frigging exit was blocked by fire. And there was only one way out.