Dean spent the next day cleaning the trailer, went on a long run around the trailer park and cleaned the Impala inside and out as his dad instructed. After a shower he collapsed onto his bed. These two weeks were going to suck. He pulled his book bag over to him and pulled out the book Janie gave him. He'd read half of it in last week, he wanted to finish it before Janie started to ask him about it.

There was a soft knock on the doorframe a short time later.

"You have a guest," John said.

Dean looked over his book to see the doorway where he saw his dad standing next to Janie.

"Dad," Dean hissed sitting up and grabbing blankets and pulling them over himself. "You can't just let girls in here I'm in my underwear."

John chuckled. "Yeah, keep the door open."

"Sure, Mr. Winchester," Janie answered. "Absolutely."

"He's grounded," John said. "So you're not staying too long, alright?"

"Okay, sir," Janie smiled. "No problem. Just the state he was in the other night, had to make sure he was alive, you know."

"Ten minutes," John said, turning around and walking back into the living room.

Dean licked his palm and tried to flatten his hair, as Janie sat down on the corner of the bed.

"So… you're breathing," Janie laughed.

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "Barely. I really thought death was coming yesterday."

"Teach ya to drink a bottle of Jack by yourself," Janie shook her head.

"Yeah," Dean shrugged. "Not the best decision I've ever made."

"Look, about the party," Janie said chewing on her bottom lip. "What happened with Andy, he's just a jerk you shouldn't pay attention to him."

Dean shifted on the bed, staring down at the blankets, picking lint off and tossing it on the floor. "It's true though," Dean replied. "What he said. Did I throw up on Steve?"

"No," Janie sighed. "You almost did, but Steve turned your head and you projectile-ed off the side of the deck. Don't change the subject, you're not stupid, and I really care about you."

"Yeah," Dean sighed. "Sure."

"Seriously," Janie smiled. "I don't know where you got that idea that you're stupid. I've seen you in class; you're, like, a math whiz."

"Math isn't everything else," Dean mumbled.

"Who gives a shit if you read slow?" Janie laughed. "I'm pretty sure you're the only one."

"That guy seemed too," Dean mumbled.

"That guy," Janie said, maneuvering so she could make eye contact. "Is a dick that's been pissed at me since my freshman year when I won't hook up with him because I had a boyfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?" Dean mumbled.

"I used to," Janie clarified. "He went off to Boise State and couldn't care less about the life he left behind."

"Sorry."

"I can find better," Janie replied, leaning forward.

Suddenly they were kissing. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss, and clearly knew what she was doing. Her hair was softer than it looked as he ran his fingers through it. He felt like time stopped until his dad cleared his throat in the doorway.

They pulled apart and Janie stood up and adjusted her shirt. "So maybe when you're not grounded we can catch a movie or something?"

"Really?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Janie smiled twirling her hair around her finger. "Really. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Dean nodded and watched her walk out the door. He let himself fall backward onto his pillow and sighed. He could hear Janie thanking his dad for letting her speak to him and say something to Sam before the front door closed. His heart was pounding. He wasn't really sure what just happened, but he was pretty sure Janie just asked him to go together.

Dean pulled on a pair of pants and made his way out to the living room where his dad and brother were watching football.

"Go back to reading your book," John said without turning around. "Or doing your homework."

"When am I going to be ungrounded?" Dean asked.

"Well I said two weeks," John answered turning from the TV. "And it's been half a day... So, two weeks."

"What do you do?" Sam asked.

"Something stupid," Dean answered. "Janie wants to go to the movies."

"You're always doing stupid things," Sam interrupted. "You don't always get grounded for two weeks. Is it because you threw up in the living room yesterday?"

"Mind your business short stack," Dean rolled his eyes. "I just wanna know what I can plan to take Janie out. I guess we're going together now or something."

"Two weeks," John repeated. "Girl knows you're on house arrest. If I didn't know you were sweet on her I wouldn't have let her in. If I expected to see your tongue in her mouth I definitely wouldn't have let her in."

"Gross," Sam moaned. "I sleep in there."

"I made sure she spread cooties all over your bed before she left, Sammy," Dean stuck his tongue out.

"Dad!" Sam whined.

"You're grounded Dean," John reminded him. "Room, homework, now."

"Yes, sir," Dean nodded turning on his heal.

"You can take your girlfriend to the movies in two weeks," John called after him.

"What did you do?" Sam asked as he changed into his pajamas that night. "For real?"

"I went to a party," Dean answered closing Slaughter House Five and placing it on the nightstand between the beds.

"A boy girl party?" Sam pressed as he climbed into his bed.

"Yeah," Dean said turning off the light.

"And that's why Dad's mad at you?"

"I got drunk," Dean said rolling his eyes. "And Dad had to come get me. It's no big deal, just something stupid."

"You can't drink, Dean," Sam said seriously. "It's illegal. You can go to jail for that. I saw it on the news. Underage drinking is a big deal. You can go to kid jail 'til your twenty-one."

"I'm not going to jail, Sammy," Dean rolled over to face the wall. "I'm just grounded for two weeks. Stop freakin' out about very little thing."

"No," Sam whined. "You don't get it, do you? You keep doing all these bad things, like stealing at gas stations and coning people to give you money and now you're drinking. You're gonna end up in jail. You're gonna get taken away from me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Sammy," Dean promised.

"You keep being an idiot you are," Sam protested. "Dad said it's your job to make sure I grow up good, right?"

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"Well, if you keep doing stupid things," Sam reasoned. "I'm gonna do stupid things, because I always do what you do."

"No," Dean said sitting up and turning toward his brother. "No you won't Sam, because you know not to do it. You learn from my mistakes, and don't copy them. You're smarter than that."

"But you make it look so cool, Dean," Sam deadpanned.

"Don't be a bitch, Sam," Dean sighed. "I don't need a lecture from an eleven year old."

"You don't have to be such a friggin' jerk," Sam answered, rolling over to face the wall on his side of the room.

"Bitch," Dean said laying back down.

"Jerk," Sam whispered, just loud enough for Dean to hear.

Dean couldn't help but wonder if their dad put Sam up to their little talk or if Sam had come up with it all by himself because he was nosey. Kid had worried about everything and had this pre-occupation with Dean ending up in "kid jail" as long as Dean could remember.

As he lay there listening to his brother's breathing even out as he fell asleep he wondered if Sam would be that stressed about everything if they had Mom around, probably not. Maybe his dad was right though; he should talk to someone. Uncle Bobby would be easiest he figured. He'd have to try to sit with him next time they were over in South Dakota. Sam deserved a better life, but maybe if he could just give Sam a better Dean, it would be good enough. He decided that was what he was going to do. He was going to be better for Sam, just try his best to smarter and happier and do things that wouldn't make Sam worry so much.

That's what he was going to do these two weeks that he could do anything else. He was going work on learning to be better for Sam.