So, You're a Fucking Virgin

Chapter 9

The next morning you woke up happy. Happier than you had been in a long time. For a few seconds you couldn't quite remember the source of this happiness, but then it all came crashing back to you.

You kissed Dean Winchester.

A lot.

And it was good.

This thought carried you into the kitchen where Sam worried over a cup of coffee and newspaper. You couldn't stop yourself. As you poured yourself a cup, you were positively beaming.

"What are you so smiley about? Are you...uh...cleared for dragon slaying?"

"Why Sam Winchester" you smiled taking a seat across from him "what a clever way to inquire as to whether your brother and I engaged in some pelvic pinochle."

"That's not a no." Sam raised an eyebrow at you.

You got up taking your coffee with you.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but mine's still intact."

"Ew. Gross."

"I did, however, kiss all up on your brother's face." you announced as you moonwalked out of the room.

A flash of blue light shone out Sam's eyes and his posture went rigid.

"You go, girl" Zeke congratulated you, then powered down, releasing Sam's consciousness from his hold.

Catching wind of the comment you yelled back to Sam "Thank you, Sammy!"

"Huh?" Sam uttered, rubbing the back of his head in confusion.

You were going on your eighth hour in the library poring over what could be referred to as a "Cuneiform Dictionary",but was in reality just a bunch of ancient parchment covered in what you hoped would serve as your cuneiform Rosetta Stone, when Dean sauntered in twirling his car keys.

"Going on a supply run. Wanna come with?" he asked.

"Yesssss" you replied, racing Dean for the door.

Dean drove you two to a nearby drug store.

"So, what are we getting?" you asked upon entering the fluorescent lit chain store.

Dean pulled a list from his pocket.

"Oh, the usual first aid stuff: gauze, bandages, sutures, and picking up a painkiller prescription for one Mr. Stanley Shunpike."

"Oh that's so nice of you, picking up old Stanley's pills for him." you jested.

The pills weren't really recreational. Nay, they were incredibly functional. You guys weren't exactly Spring Chickens and Aleve didn't cut it when it came to hunting injuries.

You gathered the med supplies, while Dean handled Mr. Shunpike's prescription. Wandering the store, you happened upon one particular aisle. The "Family Planning" aisle. AKA: Condomtown.

Man, there were a lot of options. Ultra thin, Magnum, Ribbed for her pleasure...Glow in the Dark. It boggled your mind that soon these things would be something with which you had to concern yourself. Dean crept up on you as you read the back of a pack of durex.

"See anything you like?" he asked, making you startle for a moment.

You quickly gathered yourself enough to joke "This one comes with a decoder ring!" as you grabbed a box of prophylactics packaged with a vibrating ring.

"I usually go for these." he said grabbing a box of non-descript Trojans.

"That's so boring."

"They work."