Author's Note: Please listen to Terrified by Katharine McPhee feat. Jason Reeves. NOTE: THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION! PLEASE READ THIS ONE

"Where the hell are we-, wait, you want to break into the school?" Cole exclaimed, stopping in his tracks.

"Oh come on, Cole. Put on your big girl panties. I'm excellent at picking locks so you have nothing to worry about," Greer replied, chuckling a little.

"Yeah, but what if some alarm goes off?" Cole asked, worriedly.

"You worry too much! Look, I've done this plenty of times and nothing has happened so far. Just trust me, okay?" Greer asked.

Cole took a deep breath before sighing, "Yeah, okay. Let's go."

"Finally!" Greer exclaimed, jokingly. She bent down, working at the lock on the side door of the school. Cole stood behind her, waiting for the door to open. He had watched his cousins do this plenty of times when they got locked out of the house. Hey, maybe this wasn't such a bad skill to learn. Then again, he knew his dad wouldn't be pleased, but at the same time, the fact that his father could teach him how to pick a lock probably meant that he was allowed to learn too.

Cole couldn't help but stare at her ass as Greer bent over, working on the lock. He wasn't going to lie. He was very attracted to her. There was something about that leather jacket and her careless, daring attitude that he loved about her. Guess you could say that Cole had a thing for badass girls. Then again, this was the first girl he felt this way about so he honestly didn't know.

"There," Greer said to herself, pulling on the door handle and then opening it so that she and Cole could walk inside. The door shut behind them as they strolled down the hall.

"So this is where you wanted to take me? Really cool, Greer," Cole teased.

"Shut up. Come with me," Greer encouraged. She looked back at Cole before leading the way to a hallway that Cole hadn't been down before. There was a door another door. Greer pulled out a key from her pocket, opening that one.

"Where'd you get that from?" Cole asked.

"I swiped it and made a copy," she shrugged, shamelessly. Cole shot her a look and she rolled her eyes, laughing. "Don't worry. I put the key back." She opened the door and it led to a bunch of cement steps leading to God knows where.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" Cole asked, gazing into the darkness that the steps led up to.

"You'll see!" Greer giggled. "Come on." She flipped the light switch on as the staircase became dimly lit by one single light bulb. She began to ascend the stairs while Cole followed her up, hesitating first. Once they reached the top, it led to another door, which was actually already open. Greer opened it up and stepped out onto the rooftop of the school. The place was lit up by the stars above them.

Cole glanced around the place, the door shutting behind him. There was a futon up here and a cooler. There were also some candles on the floor along with some used up matches lying next to a match box.

"How'd you find this place?" Cole asked, taking it all in.

"I get bored sometimes. I came back to the school one time and decided to do a little exploring and ended up here. It's nice, huh? The futon was already up here. There's a tarp I throw over it before I leave, you know, just in case it rains. I changed the cover though, since you never know who's been up here. I brought up some candles for when it's really dark," Greer answered, taking the tarp off of the futon and sitting down.

"So this is your thinking place or something?" Cole asked.

"You could call it that, I guess. It's kind of nice, huh?" Greer asked back.

"Yeah. You've got yourself an escape place here. Man, how come no one knows about the roof top here?" Cole asked.

Greer shrugged, "No one's cared enough to actually find it – well except whoever put this futon up here. Smart people." She reached down into the cooler and pulled out two beers. "Beer?"

"Sure," Cole said.

Greer took off one of her rings, opening the beer bottle with her ring. She then opened Cole's and handed it to him, Cole taking it. Cole smiled, "So that's what that's for!"

"Yep. I found this beer opener ring and knew I'd need it some time," Greer said coolly, sitting back against the futon and just sipping her beer. "You drink a lot?"

"Sometimes when I'm at parties. My uncle's pretty cool about alcohol though. He bought me my first beer at fifteen. Dad's… not crazy about it but he doesn't really stop my uncle. Their dad was that way too. I don't know. I think that's why my dad isn't crazy about the whole hunting thing. He doesn't want to bring us up the same way his dad brought them up," Cole pondered.

"You know, I don't see what's so wrong about the whole hunting life. I mean, yeah, it's kind of fucked up, but I've gotten to see so much of the country already," Greer sighed.

"Yeah?" Cole asked.

"Yeah. But after dad died and my brother came back, we weren't really hunting much. When we moved here, it was supposed to 'permanent'. I don't know if it'll stick, though," Greer confessed.

Something stirred in Cole. He didn't like the idea of her leaving, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. In every town we've been in, something always happens and we have to leave," Greer replied.

"And you think it'll happen here?" Cole asked.

"I don't know, to be honest," Greer replied, taking another swig of her beer.

"I don't know. This town is pretty safe considering there are so many hunters here. I mean… my family, you and your brother-," Cole said.

That's just it. You guys are here, Greer thought to herself.

"I don't know. My brother's been out on a lot of hunts lately and he hasn't been back for a while. I'm actually starting to wonder when he'll come back. He wasn't crazy about the location and he uh, there's a group of hunters he's been working with. I can only assume that he's been running with them," Greer sighed, discontent.

"You miss him, don't you?" Cole asked, picking up on her discontent.

"Yeah. When he came back after dad died, he was so different. He used to be so full of life, so careless…" Greer trailed off. She realized what she was saying so she closed her mouth, sat her beer down on the arm of the futon, and stood up. She began walking over to the edge of the rooftop. She leaned over it, looking below them. The football field lights were shutting off and now it was just the stars lighting them.

"That's why I love this place," Greer continued. "I get to feel that way. I would say nothing beats a good adrenaline rush but… I don't know. There's something about feel so on top of the world." She climbed up on top of the ledge, gazing down so far below her. It scared the hell out of her, but that rush of adrenaline was just enough. "It's just so-."

"Greer, what the hell are you doing?" Cole exclaimed, running over, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her down from the ledge.

Greer was laughing as Cole pulled her down from the ledge. Cole, on the other hand, was panicked. His heart was racing. That had scared the shit out of him. Cole didn't think it was funny one bit.

"What the hell were you doing?"

Greer continued to laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck and he held her bridal style, "You always play it so safe, Cole. Don't you ever want to just do something because it scares you?"

"You're crazy, you know that?" Cole asked, still trying to calm himself.

Greer giggled, "I bet you were that kid that colored inside the lines, weren't you?"

"I-, well, yeah! You're supposed to color inside the lines," Cole said.

"Yeah, but think about what it would be like if we didn't," Greer challenged.

"You're one hell of a girl, you know that?" Cole asked, staring down into those pretty, green eyes of hers.

"So I've been told," she replied. They shared one more glance before Cole put her down.

"Will you just come and sit down and have a beer now?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, yeah, alright. But one day, Cole, you're going to see how much of a thrill it all is…" Greer sighed.

"Alright, alright," Cole chuckled. He couldn't get over this girl. There was something about her that he was instantly attracted to. He didn't know whether it was the daring adventurous side of her, or the fact that she was dark and seemed to have some kind of secret, but whatever it was, he had it bad.

John and Renee ended up sitting in another booth in the diner that they had gone to. They looked at the menus as soon as they sat down.

"So… I'm not really good at this," John started.

"What? Ordering food?" Renee asked.

John laughed, "No. This whole… date thing. I-, Jamie and I… and pretty much any other girl I've seen throughout high school, we never did this kind of stuff so I'm going to be honest with you and tell you that this is weird for me."

"Weird weird or good weird?" Renee asked, anxiously.

"Good weird," John replied, quickly after Renee's comment. They both exchanged a nervous laugh in the awkward silence.

"Good to see you two here again. What can I get for you this evening?" the same waitress they had had on their not date asked, coming over to their both. John and Renee both ordered their usual before the waitress left, leaving them alone.

Renee sighed, "I'll be honest with you too, but this is kind of weird for me too. The good kind of weird but… I don't know. We were such good friends when we were kids and now that we're here… on a date… it's just… weird."

"Yeah, I get that," John chuckled.

"So…" Renee started.

"So..." John said back. They both laughed again through their awkward silence.

"Hey, I wanted to tell you that I had a test yesterday and uh, I don't think I did half that bad," John started. Renee raised an eyebrow, asking John to continue. "Well, you know usually when I take tests I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm usually just BSing that shit but uh… this time I actually kinda knew what to do."

Renee smiled, "Good for you."

"I couldn't do it without your tutoring," John said.

Renee blushed, "Is that your version of using a line on me?"

"Maybe," John shrugged, a smirk on his face.

Renee laughed, rolling her eyes playfully, "So did you ever end up liking the music?"

"Yeah, I did. It wasn't too bad. I really liked Jimmy Eat World but that doesn't count because my mom brought me up on that stuff. It was a mix between the classic rock and the early 2000s, late 90s stuff that my mom liked when she was our age," John said.

"Yeah, whatever," Renee chuckled.

"Besides, I guess the bet doesn't really matter anymore now that I finally got you agree to go on a date with me," John brought up.

"What? You did not get me to-, I brought that up on my own," Renee said.

"Yeah, after a long time of saying 'no' to me," John pointed out.

"That's because you had a girlfriend!" Renee defended herself, playfully.

"Jamie was not my friend," John said.

"Okay, well you had a fun buddy… and your fun buddy just so happened to be Jamie Callahan, who is a super bitch and I did not want to mess with that," Renee said back.

"Haha, fun buddy," John laughed at the term.

"Well, what else am I supposed to call her?" Renee asked back. It was their first real date and the last thing John wanted to do was talk about Jamie. He didn't want to focus on his fucked up past 'relationships', if you could even call them that. He knew that being with Renee would entail having a real relationship now, and he was willing to give that at ry.

"Here's your food. Enjoy," the waitress said, bring the food to their table.

"Thanks," Renee said.

"Yeah, thanks," John said back. "So uh, how am I doing so far?"

"What?" Renee asked back, confused.

"You know, the whole date thing. I don't know how the normal date thing works so… how am I doing so far?" John asked.

"Oh! I mean, you're doing fine? I don't really know. Trevor and I didn't really go on that many dates either so-," Renee started.

"Trevor is-," John started.

"Ex-boyfriend. I dated him last year for far too long," Renee said, letting a sigh escape her lips.

"Ah, I see," John said.

"Let's not talk about him though, okay?" Renee asked, hoping to change the subject. It was their first date and the last thing she wanted to talk about was their exes. Not exactly first date material.

"Sure," John answered.

John was grateful when they finally got conversation going. He loved that he could talk with Renee for hours about almost anything. She was just easy to be with. He didn't feel like he needed to put on any show for her and she didn't feel like she needed to try hard to impress John. That was the last thing on their minds. They just enjoyed each others' company.

"Alright, I'm going to stop talking so much. You're probably getting sick of me already," Renee said.

"No, actually, which is surprising," John teased.

"Hey!" Renee giggled, kicking him under the table.

"Ow! You know that's the second time you've kicked me here at this place. I'm starting to think that all you're going to do is beat me up here," John chuckled.

"Maybe, but then again, you have all those hunter skills that I'm sure that that would be a unfair fight," Renee replied.

"Hey, dude," a voice said, grabbing both John and Renee's attention.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" John asked, acknowledging his teammates as they approached John and Renee's booth.

"We were just grabbing some food after the game. Looks like we had the same idea," Chris, one of his teammates said.

"And who might this be?" Kyle asked.

"This is my friend Renee," John introduced.

"Friend? This uh, this kinda looks like a date to me," Thomas, another one of his teammates chimed in. Renee blushed. This was extremely awkward, being ambushed by the football team. She shifted uncomfortably.

"So what if it is?" John shrugged, glancing over at Renee with a smirk on his face. His friends 'oohed' and whistled.

"Boy knows how to rebound," one of his teammates said.

Renee hesitated. Was she just a rebound for him?

"Nice, man. Get it. I knew when we were talking about her in the locker room that you were all over that," Kyle said. John's eyes widened and Renee looked over at John, her heart sinking. What had Kyle just said? "Guys, John Winchester everybody. The guy who knows how to get two girls at one time. Nice, dude. Nice." Renee was speechless and John was about to kill Kyle right now.

"Kyle, shut up," John hissed.

"Come on, Kyle. We should get going," Thomas said, steering his teammate away from their booth and out of the restaurant as soon as he recognized the look that John got on his face.

Panic and fear began to build up in Renee. She had been too afraid to trust John before because the way he just threw her away the first time, when they were friends in middle school. If he had done it once, there was a huge possibility that he'd do it again and that's one of the reasons he was so afraid to trust her. John didn't have her fooled when he started to pay attention to her again this year, but then when they started to tutor and hang out, she had begun to see the boy that she had grown up. He was sweet and kind and funny and she missed that. He was that guy when he was with her, but when he was around his friends… he was the person that she had begun to hate.

Had this all been an act? And Kyle had mentioned something about talk in the locker room. Had he been talking to her? Had this all been an act to get her in bed with him? Renee refused to be another one of his 'fun buddies'. Renee thought that maybe he actually had feelings for her. He got all cute and tongue tied in front of her, but John was a good player… who knows what he was capable of?

"Why can't you be the person you are with me, with everyone else?" Renee asked.

"Renee, it's not like that," John said.

"Yeah, it is. I just watched you turn into a stupid, high school jock right before my eyes," Rene said in disbelief.

"I'm so sorry about that," John started, nervously.

"You know… I was actually starting to think that you weren't an ass hole and that you were the same guy that I grew up with but I guess I was wrong. Damn it, John. You had me fooled again. I'm an idiot," Renee said, standing up and beginning to walk out.

"Renee, wait! I-," John said.

"No! What was Kyle talking about anyways? 'Two girls'? Did you lie to me? Are you still sleeping with Jamie?" Renee exclaimed.

"Renee, it's not like that!" John protested.

"I can't believe I trusted you again. And what was he talking about the locker room? Did you make a bet, John? Is that what this is? Is that the only reason that you're doing this? To sleep with me? I-, you know what… I just, I'm going to go," Renee said. She didn't care that she was jumping to conclusions. She had been right to not trust John in the first place. She hurried out of the restaurant, not bothering to look back.

"You by the light is the greatest find/In a world full of wrong you're the thing that's right/Finally made it through the lonely to the other side…"

The next morning, John felt horrible about what had happened on their date last night. Around nine, he drove over to the Walsh residence and knocked on the door. He hadn't even seen it coming but his friends came and he didn't want to seem whipped in front of them, so he put up his first defense mechanism that he always used. God, he had to stop doing this. It was time for him to be honest with a girl, for once.

He knocked on the door and Renee answered it. As soon as she saw John, she began to close the door but John put out a hand to stop the door from closing.

"Wait, can we please talk?" John asked.

"John, there's really nothing you can say to me right now," Renee said.

"Look, just hear me out, okay?" John asked.

"Give me one good reason why I should," Renee replied.

His brain was screaming at him not to but his heart was about to explode out of his chest, "Because I like you, okay?"

"You said it again, my heart's in motion/Every word feels like a shooting star/I'm at the edge of my emotions/Watching the shadows burning in the dark,/And I'm in love and I'm terrified./For the first time and the last time/In my only life…"

Renee wasn't expecting that. She was expecting him to give her some kind of line, not be honest. But she looked into his eyes and knew that he was being honest. Renee stepped out onto her porch, closing the door behind her.

"Fine," she said. "I'll hear you out."

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. I… you didn't give me time to explain," John started.

"And why should I even need an explanation, John? I-, I feel like if I have to keep hearing explanations then… this is not such a good idea," Renee said.

"I know, I know and that's why I'm here, being honest with you, scared shitless… okay? I don't do this… this whole honesty thing with girls," John said. Renee looked up at him, not say anything. "We were in the locker room one day and we were talking and they brought you up and I-, I tried to avoid the topic as much as I could. I told them that we were just friends but Kyle wouldn't listen. I didn't say anything though. You can ask Cole! I tried to steer the conversation in another direction because… because I think you deserve more respect than that. Look, I'm not seeing Jamie. Kyle doesn't know that I broke it off with her. I mean, he's a sophomore. I don't tell him these kinds of things!"

"Okay," Renee said.

"This could be good It's already better than last/And nothing's worse than knowing/You're holding back I could be all that you needed/If you let me try..."

"And, no. I'm not doing this because of some bet, Renee. I'll admit, when we first started talking it was because… because you're hot as hell, Renee and I'm dumb enough that it took me this long to realize it but then we started hanging out, I realized how much I missed you. I mean, you don't fall all over me like other girls and you don't take my bullshit, and-," John started.

"And you like the chase," Renee said.

"No! No, it's not that. It's… I don't do relationships. They freak me out. I don't get close to people but I knew that choosing you would mean choosing, potentially… if you'll have me… a relationship. And for once, it didn't really scare me. I-, Renee, I like you and I was stupid to let you go once. I'm not doing it again," John declared, swallowing hard. He had never been so honest with a girl in his life. This was the scariest thing he had done ever.

"John… it's hard for me trust you. I just, I don't know…" Renee trailed off.

"I know it's hard for you to trust me and I've given you no real reason to but-, but if this was about sex of a bet or anything else but that I really do like you, do you really think I'd be standing here, telling you all this?" John asked, desperate.

"Well, no, but-," Renee started. John interrupted her, crashing his lips against his in a passionate kiss. Renee kissed him back until John pulled away, their faces inches away from each other.

"And do you really that that kiss would be as good as it was if I didn't have feelings for you? I know that you think I'm a cocky, asshole of a jerk. I know that. Just give me this once chance to prove you wrong," John said.

Renee pulled away, looking at him once, "Well, when that kiss was so good…"

John smiled, "See?"

Renee giggled, "I like you too, John. For the record. I'm just… terrified of what this would mean."

"So am I! But I'm willing to… you know, find it out if you are," John replied. Renee stared at him once more, before leaning in a kissing him. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, kissing her old childhood friend would be weird, but it was amazing. It just felt right. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. He held her hips in his hands as they engaged in the kiss.

"Wait, so what that a yes?" John asked, pulling away.

Renee giggled, "Yes, it's definitely a yes." She rolled her eyes playfully before pulling him in for another kiss.

"You said it again, my heart's in motion/Every word feels like a shooting star/I'm at the edge of my emotions/Watching the shadows burning in the dark/And I'm in love and I'm terrified/For the first time and the last time/In my only life..."

Author's note: FINALLY!