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Chapter 52: Dinner Date

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this is so late in the day. I've been trying to make the chapters longer because I've been feeling like they're too short. So...let me know if this is an okay length or too short. I' thinking things are winding down maybe. So I want to hear your theories of the overall plot, and maybe some final suggestions if you have any! Loave ya and talk to you soon!

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You walked back into the dining room laughing with Charlie. Sam looked at you with his brows raised. Dean looked beyond concerned. Becket just looked confused. And you, you looked happy despite the puffiness around your eyes.

Sam handed you a glass of water, which you thankfully gulped down almost wishing it had been whiskey. "What was that all about?" he asked.

Your cheeks flushed at the thought of telling them what Charlie and you had discussed. It seemed like a great plan in theory. Now that it was execution time, it felt a little awkward. You never really planned on talking about your period to the boys. They knew it was a part of life that every girl had, so why hash it out with words. Especially with Becket there...It felt wrong.

"Just premenstrual problems," Charlie said walking past you with a skip.

You bit your lip and looked down as the boys struggled with a response.

"I was thinking it's almost dinner time and we could go out," Becket said without missing a beat. You weren't expecting the sixteen-year-old to save your embarrassment. "I was kinda thinking you could meet my girlfriend."

You lifted your eyes to see Becket looking directly at you. He wanted you to meet his girlfriend. It caused a smile to spread across your face. "That would be fantastic. Plus dinner sounds pretty good right about now," you said with a smile.

"Cool." Becket grinned. "Can we meet there? I need to pick up Maddison and my truck will be way too tight of a squeeze."

Dean chuckled. "You got it bud."

Becket borrowed Dean's phone and typed in the address on his GPS. You all piled back into the Impala while Becket drove to pick up Maddison. Sam insisted you sit in the front with Dean, much to your objection. It couldn't be comfortable for his long legs to be smooshed in the back, but he claimed he'd be fine since it was a short ride. It was nice to know how much Sam supported you in liking Dean.

"Were you able to pick up on any clues or anything from him?" you asked, eager to get to the bottom of what was going on so you could put your mind to ease.

"Not really," Sam said. "He just said Fred's been off for a couple months and it's starting to worry him."

"So no idea on why?"

"Nada," Dean answered.

You crossed your arms and looked out the window, trying to stay calm. If no news was good news, then maybe no evidence was good news too. Perhaps the stress of raising a teen had finally gotten to Fred.

You all finally arrived at the restaurant. It was a locally owned smoke pit. The smell of the barbequed food and smoke was amazing and your mouth was watering before you were even out of the car.

"I suppose we go get a table," Charlie said opening her door.

"You guys go ahead. I want to talk to Y/N a sec," Sam said.

Dean glanced back and forth between you and his brother before shrugging his shoulders and heading out of the car.

"What's up, Sam?" you asked as you angled yourself to face him in the backseat.