Dean laid on his back in the backseat of the Impala. Kelly was putting her dress back on.

"Never done that before," Dean muttered to himself.

"Oh?" Kelly asked. He didn't realize he said it loud enough for her to hear.

"I-In the backseat I mean." Dean answered nervously.

"Help zip me up?" Kelly asked. She turned away from Dean as he sat up. "So, um, not to be a ball buster, but… Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why? Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. It's just… Tonight wasn't exactly my first time."

"Then I guess it's a good thing it wasn't mine either," Dean lied. "So what should we do now?"

"Kinda hard to top that. Shall we just call it a night?"

"Yeah sounds good."

Kelly picked Dean's shirt up and handed it to him.

"If you're taking me home, you should probably get dressed too," she joked. Dean yanked the shirt out of her hand and put it on.

They finished getting dressed and climbed back over the seat. Dean started the car and drove Kelly home.


"Here we go," Dean said, pulling up outside Kelly's house. "Home sweet home."

"I had fun tonight. Thank you."

"No, no, no, thank you."

The two burst into laughter. The both got quiet as their eyes met each other's.

"So, am I supposed to kiss you goodnight or something?" Dean asked, whispering.

"I think that'd be okay." Kelly whispered back. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "But not necessary."

"So I'll call you?"

"If you want. Goodnight Dean."

"Goodnight Kelly."

She smiled and climbed out of the car. Dean watched her as she walked up her front porch steps. She waved as she closed the front door behind her. Dean waved back and drove off.


Bobby was in the living room, cleaning up Sam's mess. Kid convinced Bobby to let him watch a scary movie and spilled popcorn everywhere.

Dean walked in through the front door, singing some Led Zeppelin song under his breath. He was caught off guard walking in on Bobby.

"You didn't have to wait up," Dean said.

"I'm not mad if you drank, but if you're hung over tomorrow, I'm gonna shoot you," Bobby replied.

"Guess it's a good thing I didn't drink."

"Bull."

"Alright, maybe I had one," Dean said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Why you home so early? Coulda stayed and had a second."

"Party was kinda lame. Wasn't really feeling it."

"Kelly have a good time?"

"Yeah I think so," Dean said, trying to fight a grin. Bobby saw him.

"Then why are ya acting so weird?"

"What? I'm not-"

"Dean, if there's anything I know about you boys, it's that you're really bad liars."

Dean grew quiet.

"You hooked up with that girl didn't you?"

"Look Bobby-"

"No, hey, it's none of my business," Bobby said, throwing his hands up. "Just tell me this, you were safe?"

"Yes Bobby we were safe."

"Good. That means John is doing something right."

"Yeah, good night Bobby," Dean said, running upstairs before Bobby could get another word in. The lights were already off in the bedroom so he tiptoed in and started getting ready for bed.

"Dean?" came from a half-sleep Sam. "Is that you?"

"Hey," Dean whispered. "What are you still doing up?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Will you come with me to the movies?"

"Sure little man," Dean said, trying to suppress his laughter. Half-asleep Sam was too amusing to him. "Which one you wanna see?"

"Well Brooke was talking-"

"Brooke?" Dean asked, feeling a little confused.

"Yeah we're going together."

"Hold on, did you just ask me to chaperone your little play date?" Dean asked, sitting on the edge of Sam's bed.

"Maybe," Sam said.

"And you stayed up waiting for me to come home to ask?"

"Maybe."

"I admire your commitment kid," Dean said. Sam yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Look, we'll finish talking about this in the morning. You get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay. Night Dean," Sam mumbled. He rolled over and shoved his face into his pillow.

"Night Sammy."


The next day, it was Dean's turn to stare at the phone. He knew it would be a dick move for him to not call her after having sex last night. They didn't have to talk about it, just a simple "Hey how you doing?" would work perfectly fine. Just because it wasn't her first time doesn't mean he didn't have to be a gentleman about it.

The only thing stopping Dean was that he had lied about it not being his first time.

"Dean? Dean!" Sam said.

"What?" Dean said, snapping out of his trance. Sam pointed at the phone. "What about it?"

"I asked you, like, three times now if you were going to use the phone."

"No, no you can use it," Dean said, still coming back to reality.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You're acting weird."

"So? You're always acting weird. Do I ever question it? No, cause I'm nice," Dean rambled.

"Ooookay," Sam said. "I think you had too many beers last night."

"I only had one!" Dean snapped, getting annoyed.

"Whatever Dean," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"Screw you Sam," Dean said, standing up and walking quickly out the front door. He pulled the keys to the Impala out of his pocket and ran down the driveway. He went into Bobby's auto shop garage. There he found Bobby cleaning out his guns.

"How you holding up?" Bobby asked him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Told ya if you were hungover I was gonna shoot you."

"Hate to rain on your parade but I'm not," Dean snapped. He opened the Impala's hood.

"What's wrong with the car?"

"Just doing an oil change."

"Thought you just did one."

"Well it never hurts to do another."

"Something on your mind kid?" Bobby asked, getting a strong sense something was up.

"I really don't want to talk about it Bobby."

"Everything alright?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

"Dean, you know you boys can-"

"Tell you anything?" Dean finished for him. "Yeah, we know."

"Okay then."

The garage went silent. Bobby went back to cleaning out his guns. Dean was relieved that he had dropped the topic and continued his oil change.


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