Aren't You A Pretty Thing?

Chapter 1

He opens his eyes, still hungover from last nights party. Not a sound is heard in the house and he breathes a sigh of relief. That means Dad never made it home last night and is most likely still on the hunt. He rolls out of bed and quietly pads across the room, careful not to wake Sammy, there's no point in the both of them being awake at this hour. 

Dean makes his way to the bathroom, walking a like a blind man with one hand stretched before him and the other trailing the wall. At their old house he could navigate those halls blind folded but this new one.... everything's so foreign.  Not a single thing makes sense in this town and it takes everything in Dean not to hate it. No point in bitching about things he can do nothing about. But you could do something about it. The little voice in the back of his head nags, Just take Sammy and the Impala and go. Never looking back. Dean snorts aloud. The Impala, right. It may be Deans car but like hell can he do what he wants with it. Dad rigged a tracking device onto the under carriage and if it's removed an immediate signal is sent out alerting the cops. It's not worth the trouble. In a year Dean will be old enough to move out but the one thing that'll hold him back is Sammy. He's still just a kid and Dean couldn't bare to leave him on his own.

The wall gives way to open air and Dean reaches his hand around, fumbling for a light switch. He makes contact and flips it on with immediate regret. The bright light makes his head pound, he squints his eyes trying and failing to make it better. With a groan he manages a look in the mirror. Not too bad, I mean, he's looked worse after a night of intense partying. He runs a hand through his hair and starts the shower. The old pipes rattle but hold up regardless. He strips down and steps into the still cold water, no time to waste waiting for it to warm up. As he washes his hair last nights party slowly starts to resurface in his memory.

"Dean! You made it! A bit late though." Amara wraps her arms around his neck, tossing her hair to the side flirtatiously.

"Car trouble, but I managed." Dean flashes a smile, settling his hands on her hips. 'Car trouble' was actually dad being on the bend. Ranting and raving about how Dean should be taking more responsibility and stop neglecting his brother. The only person neglecting Sammy is Dad. Sometimes when dad yells it feels like he's talking to himself rather than Dean. "Biggest party of the year I've been told." He scans the room, not looking for anyone in particular but more or less sizing up what he's about to get himself into. Three kegs can be seen from the kitchen, no telling if there's more. The two couches that have been pushed against the wall to make room for dancing are now consumed by people making out. The greater majority of the room is filled with withering bodies. Pretty sure everyone from the school was invited, even the nerds, bible geeks and nobody's.

Amara gingerly grabs his face, refocusing him on her. "My parties are always the most talked about. I'm just glad it gets to be your first since you're still "technically" new here." She makes air quotes around the word technically since he's been here about 2 weeks. "Every party you go to after tonight will be impossibly dull." She swings herself from side to side and Dean pries her hands from around his neck saying, "I'm gonna get a drink."

She pouts out her lip, "Hurry." He squints his eyes at the command but doesn't say anything. Navigating the crowd was relatively easy. People parted for him throwing greetings in his wake. As he enters the kitchen the whole team is in there and they all yell, "Dean!" They surround him and start leaping around throwing high fives and fist pumping the air. Dean joins in and woops and hollers like the rest of them, putting on that bad boy bravado. Gabriel, the lead running back, slaps a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I'm glad you could make it man." He takes a swig of his drink and points a finger at Dean, wobbling slightly. "You... need a drink! MIKEY!" Dean jumps a little when he shouts.
"Dammit Gabe." Mikey turns around, "I'm standing right fucking here man."
"Mikey," Gabriel slurs and puts a hand on his shoulder as well. "Get Dean a.... Dean a...." he laughs. "Deana." With a belch he doubles over and vomits on the floor. Dean barely manages to dodge, "Son of a bitch! How many has he had?" Dean asks Mikey, looking over Gabes doubled over self.
"I have no idea. I got here shortly before you did. How've ya been man?"
"I literally just seen you this afternoon ." Dean withholds a grimace as Gabe continues to vomit.
"A lot could of happened since then." Mikey gives Dean a look he can't interpret but before he can ask Gabriel straightens up.
"Woo! That was good! Who's up for some more? I am! Let's go." He hooks an arm around Mikeys neck and drags him back over to the beer.
"Hey." A hand slithers over Deans shoulder and rests on his chest. The voice was easily recognized as Amaras. That girl has been after him since his first day and he can't say that he minds. She's hot, popular, what more does he need? He's been letting her do all of the work though regardless. Something about teasing her just enough to stay interested is a huge turn on. Also, the last thing Dean wants is to be tied down to one girl. Gotta play the field, see what's out there to chase.
With a smile Dean turns around, "Hey you."
"You forgot about me, didn't you?" She crosses her arms, making her already deep cleavage even deeper.
Struggling to keep his eyes up Dean replies, "Not at all, I was just helping Gabe blow chunks." Dean laughs but let's it fade out when Amara is obviously not amused. He awkwardly rubs a hand on the back of his neck.
She scrunches up her nose in disgust, watching Gabe as he tries, and fails, to do a keg stand. "Animals." She scoffs. "The stuff Leo bought is shit you know. If you want something good," she grabs Deans collar, pulling him closer. "You'll have to come with me."
In a brief moment of weakness Dean glances down at her spilling cleavage and feels a twitching sensation in his pants. Smirking, he chuckles, "Show me the good stuff."
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She took him to a bedroom that looked to be her parents, judging from the adult decor and elaborate bedspread.
"Take a seat." Amara points one slender finger towards the bed as she walks towards the closet. Dean hesitates. It's not that he doesn't want to get his freak on with Amara but in her parents bedroom? Not feeling it. "Who's uh.. Who's room is this?"
"One of the guest rooms." Amara replies from inside the closet and Dean breathes a sigh of relief, taking off his jacket. "We have far too many if you ask me." She emerges holding a bottle of aged bourbon. "My parents think that they make great hiding places for their booze." She winks and walks towards Dean, holding the bottle out. "Open it for me?"
Dean takes it and let's out a low whistle, turning the bottle over in his hands. "This is some good stuff."
"Is it?" Amara throws herself on the bedspread next to Dean. "I can never tell anymore, just whatever gets me drunk the quickest." She laughs. "Open it."
Again with the demands. Dean snaps the seal and pulls the cork out, it was oddly loose. He glances around him, "Cups?"
Amara giggles again and instead of answering grabs the bottle from his hands and takes a big swig.
Dean laughs, amused by her behavior, "I like your style." She offers the bottle and he has a taste.