Author's Note: In case you were wondering, this story is going to be based on the fifth season of Supernatural. Some of you may have figured that out by now, but I'm still going to focus more on their life than actual cases. But some episodes are just too awesomely hilarious to ignore. So, as always, thank you for reading, enjoy and please REVIEW! :)

Ever since we got back from Nebraska, the atmosphere in the house was somber. No one really joked out of guilt. While we are living our lives, Jesse is on the run, scared and alone. It's been a week since then and he was still on my mind. I wondered why he didn't just come with us. Sure, I'm new at the whole witch thing, and I'm not ready to be a mother, but I would have looked out for the kid and I know that the rest of the guys felt the same way. At least Kimberly and Dylan had men to distract them. Things were getting intense for Dylan and Randy. They would have heated make out sessions, only to stop in heavy breaths before the best part. Part of Dylan wanted to take it slow, while the other part wanted to play out her wildest fantasies. She was completely conflicted, until last night that is.

"I've had it!" she yelled as she bursts into my room. I sigh and don't even look up from my book. I would normally ask why she chose to burst into my room with what seems to be complete drama, but what's the use? No one follows the unspoken rules of the house. When there is an awkward situation, all Kimberly asks is that no one calls her name, but all she ever hears is 'KIM'! When you are up to no good, all I want is to be left out of it, but apparently…

"With my door that was closed?" I said sarcastically.

"No," she said as she sat on my dresser. "With being all coy with Randy. Sharnel, do you know how much self restraint it's taking out of me?" I smiled at her, not wanting to laugh since she honestly seems serious about her freak out.

"No Dylan. I do not."

"What do you think? Is it too soon for me to be acting like such a nympho?" I could no longer hold my laughter. I cackled and she glared at me.

"I'm sorry." I said between laughs. "Okay. I'm sorry. This is serious business. To be honest, I don't believe in a set amount of time for how long you should wait. Every couple is different. I mean, Kim and Cody started dating the same time you did, and they are taking things slow. But I'd try and hold out as long as possible, so when it finally does happen, it's amazingly intense." Dylan processed and analyzed simply staring at me.

"I think it's already pretty intense. I can't look at him without feeling… responsive. But I want it to be romantic. Do you have plans tonight?" I raised a brow at her.

"No."

"Well, make plans out of the house. It's mine tonight."

"You realize you live with four people. You should have called dibs earlier."

"Well, I'm a procrastinator. Sue me." She then rushed out of my room to go tell everyone else that they were going to get kicked out. I laughed and decided to call up some friends for dinner. By 11 o' clock, they should be in her room.

"Wow, something smells really good." Dean said picking up the pot cover and sneaking a peak at what was cooking.

"Hey!" Dylan said and slapped his hand. "It's not for you. Why are you guys still here?" Kim rolled her eyes.

"Don't worry. We wouldn't dream of ruining your sexcapades." Kim joked. "I'm going to Cody's for a date. You better be in your room by 11 because I will not be ambushed for you."

"Why not? You might like it." I teased.

"And where will you be?" Dylan directed her question to me.

"Out Dylan." I said dryly.

"With who?"

"Friends mom."

"I just want to make sure you won't come home early."

"Look, I'm going with some friend's from school to dinner. I won't intrude on your dessert."

"Sammy?"

"Dean and I took a case nearby. We probably won't make it back until tomorrow."

"Awesome." Dylan smiled. When we left, she was putting on the final touches to her candle lit dinner. Her super silky black dress with red shoes and a red rose in her hair. "How do I look?" she asked before we left.

"Ready." Dean answered. Kim laughed and I elbowed him.

"You look beautiful." Sam corrected. We rushed out the door only to run into Randy.

"Hey guys." He said.

"Hey." We all cheesed.

"Here." I said, picking some flowers from our garden and handing it to him.

"Yeah, and take this." Dean said holding out a pack of condoms.

"Dean!" Kimberly yelled. Randy smiled embarrassed.

"Thank… you?" he responded unsurely. The light from the living room went on.

"Guys, she's coming! Run!" Sam said and we all did as we were told. When she opened the door, we were out of sight.

"Wow." Randy said. He pulled her by the waist and gave her a kiss that was hard to break. "You look great."

"Thanks." She said. She took his hand and led him to the dining room, where she had trays of food set up with candles decorating the table. "Let's eat. Shall we?" The two enjoyed her well cooked Italian food over drinks and mindless chatter. The both of them couldn't really think of anything else besides ripping each other's clothes off the whole time.

"That was delicious." Randy complimented. "I didn't know you could cook."

"Oh there's a lot you don't know about me." She said with a sexy smile.

"Really? Why don't you share with the class?" She looked up in the air as if giving it thought.

"Nope! I like being a mystery but what I will share is dessert." Randy stood and rounded the table on her, leaning over her. She shrunk into her seat. She truly meant eatable dessert but obviously Randy didn't realize that. "I have ice cream." She whispered. He knelt down and kissed her, biting her lip softly.

"We can get it later." He said huskily. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She was finally getting what she wanted. He walked her up to her room, never stopping from kissing her lips, neck or chest. She could barely breathe anymore. She yelped when he threw her down on her bed and he smiled in satisfaction when he climbed on top of her. She could only think to herself that she hoped the candles downstairs didn't cause a fire, because they probably wouldn't notice.

Kimberly went over to Cody's house, while Dean and Sam gave me a lift to my girlfriend's house.

"You girls behave." Dean told me as I climbed out the car. The hostility between us slowly died down after Jesse. I had to borrow clothes from my friend Tasha before we went out. I only hoped that when I got home, the two savages would be in Dylan's room already. While I was out, I was texting Kimberly, eating, texting Kimberly, drinking, texting Kimberly, dancing and texting Kimberly. We were discussing what can of whoop ass we'd open up on Randy if he ever hurt Dylan. That conversations strayed off to when is Kim going to get laid, which she responded 'Fuck Up' to. By the time, 10 rolled around, Kim and I had stopped texting. Instead, I focused on the number of cocktails I was throwing back. Tasha and I did plan on getting buzzed, but this was ridiculous. I stood up and the world kept spinning. I decided I should stop there before I started telling the glass I loved it. I called a cab and left. When I got home the lights were out. I was hesitant to go inside, afraid I might see my friends sprawled out on the couch naked. I held my breath and opened the door. As I made my way upstairs, I could vaguely hear moans but I figured as long as they stay at that volume, I could sleep. I went to my room and started to get ready to pass out when I heard a bang on the wall. It wasn't coming from Dylan's room though. It was coming from Kim's. I was smack dead in the middle. Shortly after the bang, I heard heavy breathing and moans. She was in there with Cody.

"You have got to be kidding me." I muttered. I tried to ignore both sets of couples and go to sleep. I then tried to suffocate myself with my pillow. "THIS IS BULLSHIT!" I yelled. Neither couples ceased their activities from my outburst. I grunted dramatically and grabbed my pillow and blanket, preparing to sleep in Scottie. As I was stomping like an angry four year old outside, I saw the impala pull up. Sam ran out of the car and was rushing inside the house. Even though it would be funny to let him get disturbed, I'd probably feel bad about it so I called out to him. "Sam! You don't want to go in there. Trust me." He saw me in front of the garage and ran towards me.

"Thank God you're home. I need your help." "Me and my big mouth." I thought. "Dean's in trouble."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story. We need the book. Come on."

"Dude. I'm serious. You'll regret it if you go in that house. It's like actually living in the Playboy mansion. Just explain to me what went wrong. I thought this case was going to be a breeze."

"Yeah, well that's what we thought. This witch plays a game of poker with people but they don't play for money. They play for years. You win, you become younger. You lose, you get older. Gamblers keep playing until they have no more years left and they just die." I wasn't quite convinced.

"Are you sure it's a witch? This dude seems to have no life." Sam glared at me, obviously not in a laughing mood.

"Bobby played and lost 25 years. So then Dean played and bet 50. He cashed in 25 for Bobby, but then he lost the other twenty-five. I have an 80 year old brother waiting on me."

"Okay, okay. Let's go. Leave the girls. If we need the power of three, Cass can get them, but we need the book, vials and herbs. This guys a witch and it seems like he's been doing this magic stuff a lot longer than me. I'm going to need some potions." We marched back in the house and tried to ignore the barbaric sounds that were only increasing as time passed. I changed and we grabbed supplies and headed out to the garage. I couldn't think with porn going on. I flipped through the pages, hoping something would stick out.

"What are you looking for?"

"I don't know. You're not giving me a lot to go on you know. He's a warlock who plays poker and bets years, obviously so that he could live longer. So basically he kills to live forever. That doesn't narrow it down much."

"But do all warlocks play poker. I don't think so."

"Well, there's nothing about a poker playing warlock in this book. But I doubt it has anything to do with poker. It's probably just a spell, which can be reversed. I'm going to write a reversal spell. You look through the book and find the binding spell. I'm going to bind his powers. Then we can make a bunch of fire arm potions and go get Dean." Sam searched frantically. He was freaking out. "He's going to be fine Sam." Once we were done, we packed up and took off in the impala.

So here I am. Four o' clock in the morning, stuck in the car with Sam. Of course, I'd rather be with him than in my room right now, but I'd much rather be sleeping in Scottie. I armed us with a few explosive potions and one that will poof us back home in case we need a quick escape. I tried to get Sam talking to one: keep me awake, and two: calm his nerves.

"I know you're probably upset with Dean, but he saved Bobby. You know how he is. He has to keep everyone safe. He did what he had to do and now so will we." Sam stared ahead of him. "If you're tired, I could drive." I offered. He finally looked at me and he forced a smile.

"No, I'm good. You should go to sleep. I know you didn't get any."

"No, if I fall asleep, I wont be any help when you wake me. Besides, you sobered me up so you saved me from a hangover." He couldn't help but laugh. "Yay!" I exclaimed. "I got a laugh." He smiled a real smile that time. Its better that we go into battle with a clear head, so at least I don't have to worry too much.

"Sorry. I just don't want to find my brother dead of a stroke or something. Our lives are way too stressful for someone his age." I couldn't help but to chuckle. Sam gave me a disapproving look but then his frown faltered and we soon laughed as he told me about the arguments between Dean and Bobby. "It was like two grumpy old men." I want to believe that I truly thought it over and felt comfortable with my decision, but it may have been the multiple martinis and lack of sleep that got to me when I opened my mouth again.

"Well, the faster we take care of this, the faster I can get my beauty sleep so we could go and 'hangout'." I said with air quotes. I was giggling out the window as Sam stared at me in shock. He honestly believed that I wasn't interested.

"Okay." He finally said. "Let's go save grandpa."