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Title: Mortified
Characters/Pairings: John/OFC, Dana, Sam/Dean (established relationship)
Rating: PG-13 (for implied sexual situations)
Word Count: 2509
Summary: Dana wants help from her guidance counselor to help convince Sam that U of K is the right college choice for her, so she carefully arranges a dinner meeting...only things don't go quite the way she planned.
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shotofjack and I were both caught up in lots of angstiness after I posted The Way Home and we were both working on pieces with owies and pain...so we challenged one another to write something fun. I made her write me a story about Aristotle. I wrote this, in which John finally gets laid. Implied Het.
She’d set the whole evening up carefully. She wanted it to be perfect. Chose Sam’s favorite restaurant, pre-ordered her father’s favorite appetizers, reserved a table in the back for four, where it would be quiet so they could talk. Ms. Lutz was an alumni of the University of Kansas, and they’d been talking all week about the opportunities available there.
Dana was confident that this would work. It had to work. She was running out of arguments. Sam had his heart set on her going to some ivy league elite school…as long as it wasn’t Stanford.
She should have known that it wasn’t going to go as she envisioned it when she got to the restaurant and found her father and Sam as well as her Papa. He hadn’t been a part of the plan. Dana bit her lip. He’d know something was up even before Sam made the connection. She loved her Sammy, but if she locked down good and hard, she could keep him almost in the dark until she sprang whatever she had planned.
She cleared her throat and the three of them turned to face her. “There you are.” Dean said. “Hope it’s okay, your Papa asked to tag along.”
Dana controlled her initial response and smile brightly. “Of course! Dad, Sam, Papa, this is my guidance counselor, Jamie Lutz, Ms. Lutz, my Dad Dean, his partner Sam…and my Papa, John.”
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Beside Dana, Ms. Lutz reached out a hand to Dean, then Sam and finally to John, her smile nearly as bright as Dana’s. “I understand you were out of town at our last open house.”
There was some shuffling as they made the table for four into a table for five and Ms. Lutz claimed a chair between Dana and John. “Well, if Dana had let us know about the open house more than two nights before, we would have arranged something.” Dean said, glancing at Dana.
“Well, Dana isn’t the first student to think she can avoid teachers meeting parents, and in her case I worry less than I do with other students.”
“I just forgot.” Dana said, dodging the look from Sam. She could feel him poking around the wall that she’d reinforced with everything she had to get through this. “It’s not like they’ve got bad things to say. My teachers love me. Well, everyone but Mr. Jamus in economics.”
“Well that’s true enough.” Ms. Lutz said. “But everyone knows that Jamus doesn’t like much of anybody.”
The waitress showed up, delivering the appetizers and taking drink and entree orders. Dana concentrated on her plate, keeping her eyes away from her father or Sam. Once the orders were done, Ms. Lutz folded her hands. “So…this is the time of year we start really pushing our seniors to make some decisions about college. Dana here really can go just about anywhere she wants to with grades like hers, and with the way she’s running, there’s likely to be a track scholarship available if she looks to go to a track heavy school.”
“Like U of K.” John said, smirking.
She nodded, glancing aside at Dana who was squirming. “Well, that is one of the possibilities, yes.”
Dana picked at a breadstick from the appetizer tray. “I could get a full ride, if I bring the economics grade up.”
Sam’s hand closed over hers and she felt him push a little harder. “You know the money doesn’t matter, Dana.”
She bristled, tried to make it about pride, not her desperate desire to stay close. “No…it’s about being the best at something.”
“It really is a great school.” Ms. Lutz said, her voice filled with amusement at the family dynamic she was beginning to sense. “I went to school there, though it’s been a while.”
“Couldn’t have been too long.” John said, his voice low and rumbly.
Ms. Lutz blushed and Dana shook her head. This was not how this was supposed to work at all. Sam pulled his hand back, suddenly as closed off to her as she was to him. “Dana is going to the best school in the country. We’ve got applications in to Harvard and Columbia, Yale.”
“Good schools, I agree. But choosing a college isn’t just about the academics. It’s very important that the choice fit the student too. You want to afford Dana the best place to grow into the woman she will be, and that isn’t always a college so far from home, or in a totally different climate.”
“Ms. Lutz has a point Sam.” John said, smirking around his hot wing.
“Please, call me Jamie.”
Dana rolled her eyes as her Papa grinned even larger and nodded. “Right then, Jamie it is.”
Dean cleared his throat, his eyes sparkling. “So, Dana, I did some research last night, and you know U of K doesn’t have an archeology program, or anything similar, right?”
“I was looking at their nursing program.” She had no desire to be a nurse, but the medical training could come in handy. “Maybe EMT. We talked about that.” She didn’t quite meet his eyes. He knew she was stretching the truth, trying to placate Sam now. The medical stuff was his idea. She gulped down water, trying to figure out how this had already gone so bad.
Their drinks arrived and conversation drifted. They talked about the garage and what it was like to own a small business. They spoke of Ms. Lutz and how she’d never married or had kids, because the kids at school were like her own.
John laughed at something Ms. Lutz said, more relaxed than Dana remembered seeing him in a long time. He was the only Winchester at the table who seemed happy at all. Somehow that only made her feel even more miserable.
Dana felt like she had totally lost control of the whole situation. Dinner was served and half way to gone before she had figured a way back in though. “So, Coach Lower says I could be good enough to run at the Olympics.” Dana finally said. Not that she wanted to. That wasn’t the point. “But I’d need a good coach, and she said Coach Mathers is one of the best.”
“Let me guess,” Dean responded, cutting into his steak. “Coach Mathers is at U of K?”
Sam frowned at her. “Olympics, Dana? Why is this the first we’re hearing about this?”
She shrugged. “Hadn’t really thought about it. But…Scott’s folks were in the Olympics, and it sounds like he’s considering going for it…so when Coach brought it up…”
“Well if it’s the track route you’re interested in, there’s Stanford.” Ms. Lutz said, reaching for her drink. “Their track coach has taken a real interest in Dana, and they’re sending one of their recruiters out in a few weeks. And, they have a great ancient cultures program, archeology, sociology. Could be the best of both for Dana.”
“No.” Sam said coldly, looking to Dean.
Dean’s smile was strained and Dana could feel something passing between him and Sam…but she couldn’t tell what without dropping the wall. “Sam went to Stanford, Ms. Lutz.” Dean said after a moment. “He had some very bad things happen to him there. Dana isn’t going to Stanford.”
“Oh.” She wiped at her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” She glanced aside at John. Dana felt her Papa’s watching her and looked up, but he wasn’t really looking at her as much as he was Ms. Lutz.
“No, it’s okay…there’s just bad memories.” Dean’s hand settled over Sam’s. Dana bit her lip. Public displays of affection were reserved for really bad moments. Dean’s eyes met hers. He was upset. Sam wasn’t even looking up. Behind the wall there was a lot going on, but she couldn’t tell how bad it was. Something about how her father said “memories” made her worry.
“I get the feeling that Dana has maneuvered me into a tug of war.” Ms. Lutz said, putting her fork down. “She insisted that this was just dinner and a casual chat about the choices out there. Apparently she was less than completely honest.”
Dana looked up and blew at her bangs. “Okay. So I was hoping you would back me up. I don’t want to go to Harvard or Yale or someplace. I’m happy right here in Lawrence.” She looked up at Sam and crossed her arms, her anger overwhelming her worry. “I’m not going, and you can’t make me.”
“Dana—“
“No, Dean. It’s okay.” Sam held up his hand. “She’s right. I can’t make her go anywhere she doesn’t want to.” He pushed back his chair and stood. He was angry. Even with the wall up she could tell that much. Really angry. “I’m going out for some air.”
He stalked out and Dean stood quickly. “Sam. Sam, wait.” He stood, obviously torn between chasing after Sam and dealing with Dana. “We’ll talk when you get home,” he said to Dana. He pulled out his wallet and dropped some money on the table near his father. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lutz. We’ll talk again.” The look he gave Dana was hard, then he turned and followed after Sam, through the bar and out into the parking lot.
“Well, that went well.” Dana said, hanging her head.
John chuckled. “What did you expect, honey? You know he doesn’t take well to being cornered.”
She pouted and sulked, reaching out to check on Sam, only to run smack into the wall. She sighed and looked up at her Papa. “I should go apologize.” She stood. “Thanks for coming, Ms. Lutz. I’ll see you Monday.”
John watched her leave, long arms dangling, then wrapping around her middle. He sighed, then looked at Jamie. “I just realized that now I’m stranded. I came with the boys.”
“Boys?” Jamie raised an eyebrow.
John felt himself blushing. Her hand came to settle on his arm. “I don’t care how old they get, they’re my boys.”
“I like that you include your son’s partner that way. You have a very special family.”
John nodded, beaming. “Yes, I really do.” Of course, she could never know just how special. “Sam is as much my boy as Dean. They’ve been together since Dana was 6 months old.”
She smiled and it made her whole face light up. “If it isn’t too forward, I could offer you a ride home.”
There was a warm flush burning over his skin from the place where she touched him, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Well, there’s no rush. I was thinking another drink sounded good.”
She smiled, tucking a stray dark hair behind her ear. “I think I’d like that, Mr. Winchester.”
“John.” He cleared his throat. “Call me John.” He grinned as he called the waitress over to get their check so that they could move into the bar.
Dana woke at a little after 5am the next morning, head spinning with one of those dreams. A hunt…urgent. Demon possession a few hours west…a little boy in trouble. She was panting as she pulled herself free of the blankets and stumbled to the bathroom to turn on a cool shower. By the time she was done and dressed, she could smell breakfast cooking. She must have wakened Sam.
Which meant he was at least letting the barrier down a little this morning. She didn’t presume to be forgiven. She’d felt the nightmares, knew something had popped up and out of hiding, and it was her fault.
It was her father that greeted her though, handing her a cup of coffee as she made the kitchen table. “How bad?”
She made a face. “Possession. There’s a kid getting hurt by an older boy. Shouldn’t be hard…gotta go quick though.”
Dean nodded. “Sam’s almost ready, we’ll go when he is.”
Dana sipped at her coffee and nodded. “Papa’s got the book.” She yawned and shook her head. “The one with the exorcism we’ll want.”
“We can swing by and get it.”
Dana left Sam and her father sitting in the car and sprinted up to the door. It was early, but her Papa was usually up before sunrise. She raised her hand and knocked, waiting impatiently until the door opened a crack and he was peering out at her blearily.
“Dana?”
“Just came for a book. Got a hunt.” She pushed past him before he could stop her and headed for his bookshelf, stopping as she registered that he wasn’t alone. “Papa?”
He raised an eyebrow as he turned to her and crossed his arms. “Dana?”
“What—I mean, who—I mean…” She shook her head. “I thought you—“
“Little inarticulate this morning?” John asked.
She stared at him, in his robe and slippers, unshaven, with bed head. She licked her lips. “I—dream, we need…this.” She called the book to her and it snapped into her hand.
“John?”
Dana dropped the book as the identity of his company registered, Ms. Lutz appearing at the door to the hallway in the shirt her Papa had been wearing the night before.
“Oh…Dana…”
The door opened and Dean poked his head in. “What’s taking so long—oh.” He opened the door more fully and smirked at his father. “Awkward.”
“Papa…Ms. Lutz…I—how…how could you?”
John laughed and shook his head. “You’ve been trying to set me up for two years, Dana.”
“But not with my guidance counselor!” She bent down and scooped the book back up, pushing past Dean who was hiding his laughter behind a hand.
“Teenagers.” Dean held up his hands. “Sorry for the intrusion. Dad, we’ll be back tonight, maybe tomorrow.” He smirked again and shook his head. “She’ll be fine. Mortified…but fine. You two…carry on.”
He was nearly to the car when he felt Sam’s questioning thought. Dana was in the back seat of the car, arms crossed, knees pulled up to her chest. Dad had company. Dean sent as he settled into the driver’s seat.
Company?
Dean nodded and started the car. “Ms. Lutz.”
Sam laughed and Dana made a distressed sound. “Good for him.” Sam glanced back at her and she buried her face in her knees. “I take it she’s mortified?”
“She’s your age!” Dana said, exasperated with them for finding it amusing. “She’s…she’s my counselor!”
“You’re the one always talking about him having someone.” Dean observed as he headed them out of Lawrence.
“Someone not my counselor. Someone his own age.”
“Your Papa’s a good looking guy Dana, Ms. Lutz is a good looking woman. You should be proud he can still get someone hot like her. Good genes.” Dean said.
“Runs in the family.” Sam said, his voice dripping with affection, his hand slipping up to cup the back of Dean’s head.
“Ugh. Not you two too. Not now. Please, can we just go kill us a demon?”
She slumped down to pretend to sleep. Never again. She was never trying anything like that again.
Title: Mortified
Characters/Pairings: John/OFC, Dana, Sam/Dean (established relationship)
Rating: PG-13 (for implied sexual situations)
Word Count: 2509
Summary: Dana wants help from her guidance counselor to help convince Sam that U of K is the right college choice for her, so she carefully arranges a dinner meeting...only things don't go quite the way she planned.
A/Ns & Warnings:
shotofjack and I were both caught up in lots of angstiness after I posted The Way Home and we were both working on pieces with owies and pain...so we challenged one another to write something fun. I made her write me a story about Aristotle. I wrote this, in which John finally gets laid. Implied Het.She’d set the whole evening up carefully. She wanted it to be perfect. Chose Sam’s favorite restaurant, pre-ordered her father’s favorite appetizers, reserved a table in the back for four, where it would be quiet so they could talk. Ms. Lutz was an alumni of the University of Kansas, and they’d been talking all week about the opportunities available there.
Dana was confident that this would work. It had to work. She was running out of arguments. Sam had his heart set on her going to some ivy league elite school…as long as it wasn’t Stanford.
She should have known that it wasn’t going to go as she envisioned it when she got to the restaurant and found her father and Sam as well as her Papa. He hadn’t been a part of the plan. Dana bit her lip. He’d know something was up even before Sam made the connection. She loved her Sammy, but if she locked down good and hard, she could keep him almost in the dark until she sprang whatever she had planned.
She cleared her throat and the three of them turned to face her. “There you are.” Dean said. “Hope it’s okay, your Papa asked to tag along.”
Dana controlled her initial response and smile brightly. “Of course! Dad, Sam, Papa, this is my guidance counselor, Jamie Lutz, Ms. Lutz, my Dad Dean, his partner Sam…and my Papa, John.”
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Beside Dana, Ms. Lutz reached out a hand to Dean, then Sam and finally to John, her smile nearly as bright as Dana’s. “I understand you were out of town at our last open house.”
There was some shuffling as they made the table for four into a table for five and Ms. Lutz claimed a chair between Dana and John. “Well, if Dana had let us know about the open house more than two nights before, we would have arranged something.” Dean said, glancing at Dana.
“Well, Dana isn’t the first student to think she can avoid teachers meeting parents, and in her case I worry less than I do with other students.”
“I just forgot.” Dana said, dodging the look from Sam. She could feel him poking around the wall that she’d reinforced with everything she had to get through this. “It’s not like they’ve got bad things to say. My teachers love me. Well, everyone but Mr. Jamus in economics.”
“Well that’s true enough.” Ms. Lutz said. “But everyone knows that Jamus doesn’t like much of anybody.”
The waitress showed up, delivering the appetizers and taking drink and entree orders. Dana concentrated on her plate, keeping her eyes away from her father or Sam. Once the orders were done, Ms. Lutz folded her hands. “So…this is the time of year we start really pushing our seniors to make some decisions about college. Dana here really can go just about anywhere she wants to with grades like hers, and with the way she’s running, there’s likely to be a track scholarship available if she looks to go to a track heavy school.”
“Like U of K.” John said, smirking.
She nodded, glancing aside at Dana who was squirming. “Well, that is one of the possibilities, yes.”
Dana picked at a breadstick from the appetizer tray. “I could get a full ride, if I bring the economics grade up.”
Sam’s hand closed over hers and she felt him push a little harder. “You know the money doesn’t matter, Dana.”
She bristled, tried to make it about pride, not her desperate desire to stay close. “No…it’s about being the best at something.”
“It really is a great school.” Ms. Lutz said, her voice filled with amusement at the family dynamic she was beginning to sense. “I went to school there, though it’s been a while.”
“Couldn’t have been too long.” John said, his voice low and rumbly.
Ms. Lutz blushed and Dana shook her head. This was not how this was supposed to work at all. Sam pulled his hand back, suddenly as closed off to her as she was to him. “Dana is going to the best school in the country. We’ve got applications in to Harvard and Columbia, Yale.”
“Good schools, I agree. But choosing a college isn’t just about the academics. It’s very important that the choice fit the student too. You want to afford Dana the best place to grow into the woman she will be, and that isn’t always a college so far from home, or in a totally different climate.”
“Ms. Lutz has a point Sam.” John said, smirking around his hot wing.
“Please, call me Jamie.”
Dana rolled her eyes as her Papa grinned even larger and nodded. “Right then, Jamie it is.”
Dean cleared his throat, his eyes sparkling. “So, Dana, I did some research last night, and you know U of K doesn’t have an archeology program, or anything similar, right?”
“I was looking at their nursing program.” She had no desire to be a nurse, but the medical training could come in handy. “Maybe EMT. We talked about that.” She didn’t quite meet his eyes. He knew she was stretching the truth, trying to placate Sam now. The medical stuff was his idea. She gulped down water, trying to figure out how this had already gone so bad.
Their drinks arrived and conversation drifted. They talked about the garage and what it was like to own a small business. They spoke of Ms. Lutz and how she’d never married or had kids, because the kids at school were like her own.
John laughed at something Ms. Lutz said, more relaxed than Dana remembered seeing him in a long time. He was the only Winchester at the table who seemed happy at all. Somehow that only made her feel even more miserable.
Dana felt like she had totally lost control of the whole situation. Dinner was served and half way to gone before she had figured a way back in though. “So, Coach Lower says I could be good enough to run at the Olympics.” Dana finally said. Not that she wanted to. That wasn’t the point. “But I’d need a good coach, and she said Coach Mathers is one of the best.”
“Let me guess,” Dean responded, cutting into his steak. “Coach Mathers is at U of K?”
Sam frowned at her. “Olympics, Dana? Why is this the first we’re hearing about this?”
She shrugged. “Hadn’t really thought about it. But…Scott’s folks were in the Olympics, and it sounds like he’s considering going for it…so when Coach brought it up…”
“Well if it’s the track route you’re interested in, there’s Stanford.” Ms. Lutz said, reaching for her drink. “Their track coach has taken a real interest in Dana, and they’re sending one of their recruiters out in a few weeks. And, they have a great ancient cultures program, archeology, sociology. Could be the best of both for Dana.”
“No.” Sam said coldly, looking to Dean.
Dean’s smile was strained and Dana could feel something passing between him and Sam…but she couldn’t tell what without dropping the wall. “Sam went to Stanford, Ms. Lutz.” Dean said after a moment. “He had some very bad things happen to him there. Dana isn’t going to Stanford.”
“Oh.” She wiped at her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” She glanced aside at John. Dana felt her Papa’s watching her and looked up, but he wasn’t really looking at her as much as he was Ms. Lutz.
“No, it’s okay…there’s just bad memories.” Dean’s hand settled over Sam’s. Dana bit her lip. Public displays of affection were reserved for really bad moments. Dean’s eyes met hers. He was upset. Sam wasn’t even looking up. Behind the wall there was a lot going on, but she couldn’t tell how bad it was. Something about how her father said “memories” made her worry.
“I get the feeling that Dana has maneuvered me into a tug of war.” Ms. Lutz said, putting her fork down. “She insisted that this was just dinner and a casual chat about the choices out there. Apparently she was less than completely honest.”
Dana looked up and blew at her bangs. “Okay. So I was hoping you would back me up. I don’t want to go to Harvard or Yale or someplace. I’m happy right here in Lawrence.” She looked up at Sam and crossed her arms, her anger overwhelming her worry. “I’m not going, and you can’t make me.”
“Dana—“
“No, Dean. It’s okay.” Sam held up his hand. “She’s right. I can’t make her go anywhere she doesn’t want to.” He pushed back his chair and stood. He was angry. Even with the wall up she could tell that much. Really angry. “I’m going out for some air.”
He stalked out and Dean stood quickly. “Sam. Sam, wait.” He stood, obviously torn between chasing after Sam and dealing with Dana. “We’ll talk when you get home,” he said to Dana. He pulled out his wallet and dropped some money on the table near his father. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lutz. We’ll talk again.” The look he gave Dana was hard, then he turned and followed after Sam, through the bar and out into the parking lot.
“Well, that went well.” Dana said, hanging her head.
John chuckled. “What did you expect, honey? You know he doesn’t take well to being cornered.”
She pouted and sulked, reaching out to check on Sam, only to run smack into the wall. She sighed and looked up at her Papa. “I should go apologize.” She stood. “Thanks for coming, Ms. Lutz. I’ll see you Monday.”
John watched her leave, long arms dangling, then wrapping around her middle. He sighed, then looked at Jamie. “I just realized that now I’m stranded. I came with the boys.”
“Boys?” Jamie raised an eyebrow.
John felt himself blushing. Her hand came to settle on his arm. “I don’t care how old they get, they’re my boys.”
“I like that you include your son’s partner that way. You have a very special family.”
John nodded, beaming. “Yes, I really do.” Of course, she could never know just how special. “Sam is as much my boy as Dean. They’ve been together since Dana was 6 months old.”
She smiled and it made her whole face light up. “If it isn’t too forward, I could offer you a ride home.”
There was a warm flush burning over his skin from the place where she touched him, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Well, there’s no rush. I was thinking another drink sounded good.”
She smiled, tucking a stray dark hair behind her ear. “I think I’d like that, Mr. Winchester.”
“John.” He cleared his throat. “Call me John.” He grinned as he called the waitress over to get their check so that they could move into the bar.
Dana woke at a little after 5am the next morning, head spinning with one of those dreams. A hunt…urgent. Demon possession a few hours west…a little boy in trouble. She was panting as she pulled herself free of the blankets and stumbled to the bathroom to turn on a cool shower. By the time she was done and dressed, she could smell breakfast cooking. She must have wakened Sam.
Which meant he was at least letting the barrier down a little this morning. She didn’t presume to be forgiven. She’d felt the nightmares, knew something had popped up and out of hiding, and it was her fault.
It was her father that greeted her though, handing her a cup of coffee as she made the kitchen table. “How bad?”
She made a face. “Possession. There’s a kid getting hurt by an older boy. Shouldn’t be hard…gotta go quick though.”
Dean nodded. “Sam’s almost ready, we’ll go when he is.”
Dana sipped at her coffee and nodded. “Papa’s got the book.” She yawned and shook her head. “The one with the exorcism we’ll want.”
“We can swing by and get it.”
Dana left Sam and her father sitting in the car and sprinted up to the door. It was early, but her Papa was usually up before sunrise. She raised her hand and knocked, waiting impatiently until the door opened a crack and he was peering out at her blearily.
“Dana?”
“Just came for a book. Got a hunt.” She pushed past him before he could stop her and headed for his bookshelf, stopping as she registered that he wasn’t alone. “Papa?”
He raised an eyebrow as he turned to her and crossed his arms. “Dana?”
“What—I mean, who—I mean…” She shook her head. “I thought you—“
“Little inarticulate this morning?” John asked.
She stared at him, in his robe and slippers, unshaven, with bed head. She licked her lips. “I—dream, we need…this.” She called the book to her and it snapped into her hand.
“John?”
Dana dropped the book as the identity of his company registered, Ms. Lutz appearing at the door to the hallway in the shirt her Papa had been wearing the night before.
“Oh…Dana…”
The door opened and Dean poked his head in. “What’s taking so long—oh.” He opened the door more fully and smirked at his father. “Awkward.”
“Papa…Ms. Lutz…I—how…how could you?”
John laughed and shook his head. “You’ve been trying to set me up for two years, Dana.”
“But not with my guidance counselor!” She bent down and scooped the book back up, pushing past Dean who was hiding his laughter behind a hand.
“Teenagers.” Dean held up his hands. “Sorry for the intrusion. Dad, we’ll be back tonight, maybe tomorrow.” He smirked again and shook his head. “She’ll be fine. Mortified…but fine. You two…carry on.”
He was nearly to the car when he felt Sam’s questioning thought. Dana was in the back seat of the car, arms crossed, knees pulled up to her chest. Dad had company. Dean sent as he settled into the driver’s seat.
Company?
Dean nodded and started the car. “Ms. Lutz.”
Sam laughed and Dana made a distressed sound. “Good for him.” Sam glanced back at her and she buried her face in her knees. “I take it she’s mortified?”
“She’s your age!” Dana said, exasperated with them for finding it amusing. “She’s…she’s my counselor!”
“You’re the one always talking about him having someone.” Dean observed as he headed them out of Lawrence.
“Someone not my counselor. Someone his own age.”
“Your Papa’s a good looking guy Dana, Ms. Lutz is a good looking woman. You should be proud he can still get someone hot like her. Good genes.” Dean said.
“Runs in the family.” Sam said, his voice dripping with affection, his hand slipping up to cup the back of Dean’s head.
“Ugh. Not you two too. Not now. Please, can we just go kill us a demon?”
She slumped down to pretend to sleep. Never again. She was never trying anything like that again.
