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Anna was dreaming of her perfect wedding.

She was at the beach in the most beautiful white dress she could ever imagine and feeling the sand on her barefeet.

The sky was a clear blue and she was surrounded by her friends and family, listening to the waves crash against the shore.

She would have been enjoying this dream for a while, except she was startled awake by a loud screeching noise.

She was so surprised she rolled off her bed, landing on her back on the floor. Anna looked up and saw Jo looking down at her, laughing like a hyena.

"What in God's name is wrong with you?" Anna said, trying and failing to sound mad.

"I was trying to scare you." Jo said, trying to stop laughing.

"Yeah, well it worked." Anna sat up and glared at Jo. "Do you think you're funny?"

"I think I'm hilarious."

"Why am I with you?"

"Because of my perky nipples." Jo said confidently.

Anna narrowed her eyes, and then started laughing.

Jo smiled back nervously and said "So, y'know how my dad's birthday is in a few days?"

"Yeah. Are you inviting me to go?"

Jo sighed. "I hate it when you do that. I seriously think you're psychic or some crap like that."

"The angels in my head told me," Anna said seriously.

"Are you gonna go with me or not?"

Anna got up and Jo moved to the other side of the bed so Anna could lie next to her.

She lightly flicked Jo's ear.

"Oh my God, why?" Jo said.

"For asking a stupid question," Anna replied. "Of course I'm going with you! This the first time in the year and a half we've been together that you've invited me to a family function. I am not passing this up for anything! I'll use some of my vacation d-"

Jo cut her off with a kiss.

She rested her forehead against Anna's. "Thank you," she said.

Anna ran her fingers through Jo's hair.

_________

The 5 hour flight from New York to South Dakota was met with no layovers or delays.

Jo read a book about moose hunting, then slept for the rest of the flight, her head resting on Anna's shoulder.

Anna played some video games on her Nintendo DS. She wasn't concentrating on the games though. She was thinking about Jo.

Thinking about Jo is not an abnormal thing for Anna. She's always thinking about her.

This was different. She kept pausing whatever game she was playing and looking at Jo; the way her chest moved up and down as she breathed, the way she gripped Anna's knee with her right hand, the way her blond hair framed her face.

To Anna, Jo was perfection.

She knew Jo didn't think of herself that way.

Anna had always known she was gay; Jo didn't.

Jo had dated guys throughout high school and most of college.

She caught the eye of a girl named Meg. Meg was in Jo's Art History class.

After a few dates and a drunken night resulting in Jo losing her virginity, Meg dumped her for no rhyme or reason.

She had a few girlfriends after that: Lilith, the satanist; Chastity, the prostitute; Pamela, the "psychic"; and Ruby, the drugdealer.

Jo had told Anna all of this halfway through their third date, drunk on wine.

Jo started to twitch and whimper in her sleep. Anna stroked the side of her face, and she relaxed.

_________

Anna parked their rental car in a spot right across from the Singer house. She turned off the ignition and then shook Jo awake.

"Go 'way," Jo mumbled.

"Jo," Anna said firmly, "c'mon you slept enough on the plane. I'm not carrying you in."

Jo yawned and stretched. She looked out the window and perked up.

"Dean!" she opened the car door and ran out.

Anna sighed, and got out. She watched as Jo rushed across the street and jumped on her brother, who was standing in the driveway next to his Impala.

Anna walked up to them, just as Jo was being put down. A dark haired man got of the car and stood next to Jo's brother

"Dean," Jo said. "This is my g- uh, roommate, Anna. Anna this is m-"

"Brother. Got it." Anna said. "Let me see if I remember correctly. You're a gym teacher and you love pie." She looked at the dark haired man. "You must be Castiel. You're Dean's boyfriend of 5 years, if I'm not mistaken, and you're a tax accountant."

"Jesus, Jo," Dean said. "What'd you do, write a book?"

"No," Jo replied. "Anna is a normal person who listens when someone talks."

"Are you saying I don't listen?" Dean asked, pretending to be offended.

"You don't." Castiel said.

Dean made a bitchface at him and Jo and Anna giggled.

"Are you four gonna come in or just stand outside all day?" Ellen Singer called from the doorway of her house.

"Hi, mom!" Jo waved.

"Get in the house." Ellen said back.

"I think we should go in before she drags us by the hair." Dean said.

_________

When the four of them got inside, they noticed that the table was set.

"Ma, it's 4:30," Jo said. "We're gonna eat now?"

"Why do you have to question good things?" Dean asked. "Where's everyone else?"

"Ash, Adam! Get your asses down here now." Ellen shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"You're mom has nice boobs and Dean is bowlegged," Anna whispered.

Jo covered her mouth to keep from laughing.

Adam and Ash raced down the steps.

"Jo!" Adam squeaked when he saw her, launching his little 5 year old body on her.

"Hey kiddo," she said. She pried him off her and set him on the floor. "Adam, this is my friend Anna." Anna waved.

"I don't get a hug?" Dean said.

"No," Adam replied "you're here every day."

"Where are Sam and Jess?" Jo asked. "And dad?"

"In the kitchen." Ellen said. "Bobby! Sam! Jess! Get in here!"

"Mom, why you gotta yell?" Ash said. "Damn, I'm tired."

"You're always tired." Jo said.

"No, you're always tired," Ash said. He looked Anna up and down. "This your girl?" he whispered.

"Don't assume things, Ash, it makes you more of an ass then you already are."

"Twin telepathy," Ash said, pointing to his head.

_________

"So, Anna, what do you do?" Ellen asked.

For dinner they were having steak, carrots, and mashed potatoes.

"Oh, uhm. I'm an artist." she said.

"Do you do nudes?" Dean asked. Castiel elbowed him in the side.

"An artist and a video game tester," Bobby said. "There's a sitcom in there somewhere."

"What do you draw?" Jessica asked.

"Mostly landscapes and animals and stuff. I usually do them for children's books."

"Daddy," Adam suddenly said. "How old are you gonna be tomorrow?"

"How old was I last year?" Bobby said.

"26."

"The year before that?"

"26."

"So how old will I be tomorrow?"

"26!" Adam said happily.

"That's my boy," Bobby said proudly.

"You couldn't even pass for 50." Ash said.

"Get a haircut," Bobby said.

"Don't hate on the mullet," Ash said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Long-haired bros for life, Ash," Sam said raising his fist.

Jo laughed and looked at her brother and Castiel.

Dean had a nervous look on his face, and Castiel was whispering something to him.

Now? Dean mouthed. Castiel nodded.

"Hey, uh, everyone," Dean cleared his throat, "I have to, uhh, I-I... kinda got an announcement." He exhaled.  "Last week, Cas asked me to marry him, and I, uhhh, said yes."

"Oh my God," Sam screeched like a little girl.

"It's about damn time," Bobby and Ellen said at the same time.

"Best man," Ash said. "Best man. I called it. Sam and Jess can be the flower girls."

Jo looked at Anna. Her face was completely expressionless. She saw Jo looking at her then put on a fake smile.

"Congrats," she said a little too loudly.

Jo felt her heart clench.

Anna always got like this whenever any of their friends got engaged; Distant and sad.

She wished she could take away Anna's pain, tell her what she meant to her.

She couldn't do it at the moment, though.

"Dean, you better not wear white," she said. "Everyone knows that's a lie."

Dean threw a carrot piece at her.

_________

After dessert they played several games of charades and watched "Ghostbusters".

Sam and Jessica left for their hotel room.

("There's enough room here."

"No there isn't, ma"

"I barely get to see you."

"Stop guilt-tripping me")

Dean and Castiel were forced to stay.

("Dean, how many beers did you have?"

"Uh, one mom."

"You had three."

"Jo, you are a traitor, and hope you step on a screw."

"You're staying."

"We live only 10 minutes away!"

"Dean Michael Singer."

"Okay, we're staying.")

Anna and Jo stayed in Ash and Jo's old room.

"I always feel weird being in here," she said looking through her closet. "They kept everything exactly as I left it."

"If you got arrested," Anna said from Ash's old bed, "would you hire Sam or Jessica as your lawyer?"

Jo turned around. "What the hell kind of a question is that?"

"Just a question..." Anna flipped a page in the book she was reading.

"Is... is that my diary?" Jo asked.

"Yep. You really kicked a police officer in the ass?"

"Put it down, Anna." She made a beeline for the bed. She tried to grab it from Anna's hand. Anna moved it out of her reach.

"I haven't finished reading it. You kissed a guy named 'Garth'?"

"Give it back." She tried to grab it from her again, and ended up falling onto the bed.

Anna threw the book at the wall and kissed her.

Jo placed her hands on Anna's shoulders and kissed her back enthusiastically.

Their tongues curled around each other and their pulses raced.

The door opened suddenly and they broke apart.

"Really, Jo?" Ash said. "In my bed?"

"This isn't your bed," Jo replied. "You have an apartment. Why don't you go there?"

"I am. I just came to say goodnight to the lady lovebirds."

"Okay, good night," Jo said dismissively.

"Night," Anna said, feeling awkward.

"You two gonna have some fun in here?" Ash raised his eyebrows up and down.

"You are a dick. Go home." Jo was starting to sound angry.

"You know," Ash said, sounding serious, "I think you should tell mom and dad."

"Go home, Ash."

"They'll be completely fine with it."

"Go home, Ash," Jo threw a pillow at him.

He smacked the pillow out of his way and said "You better do it sometime, Joanna Beth." He shut the door behind him.

Neither Jo nor Anna said anything for a few seconds.

"Jo," Anna said.

"Don't," Jo replied, avoiding her eyes. "Please don't."

"You really should tell-"

"Can we please just go to sleep?" Jo turned off the light and climbed into her old bed.

Anna sighed and closed her eyes.

_________

Jo was wide awake. She has been lying on her bed, staring the ceiling. She could hear Anna's light snores.

Jo wishes she could tell her parents. As much as Anna loves her, she doesn't understand this one thing.

Jo used to be so adamant about liking guys. She just refused to believe that everything she thought about herself was a lie.

After she realized she liked girls, she felt like if she told her parents then it would've been like lying to them most of her life.

She knew she had to tell them eventually.

Jo became aware of murmuring from the room next hers, Dean and Sam's old room.

She got up and pressed her ear to the wall.

"I love you more than pie," Dean was saying.

She could imagine them. Castiel lying on the bed, Dean resting on his chest.

"What kind of pie?" Castiel asked.

"All kind. Apple, cherry, blueberry. There are too many to choose from."

"Okay," Castiel said. "I love you more than cheeseburgers."

Jo rubbed a hand over her face and crawled back into her bed, putting her pillow over her head.

Stupid, she thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why is Anna even with me? Dammit! Why can't I tell them?

She fell asleep, angry with herself.

_________

The Singers have an odd tradition.

If it's your birthday, "Happy Birthday" is sung to you before each meal.

For breakfast, Ellen made pancakes with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and vanilla ice cream.

"How are none of us diabetic?" Sam said, earning smack in the head from Ellen.

Jo came down the stairs a few minutes after, hair a mess and a sour expression on her face. Everyone else was already in the living room.

"Joanna Beth, you get that look off your face," Ellen said.

Jo rolled her eyes.

"Daddy, sit on the couch," Adam said pulling Bobby by the hand.

He sat down. "Where's the food, women?" he said, amusement in his voice.

Ellen glared at him and put the pancakes on the coffee table.

"Hey, Jo, Dean said. "How long have you and Anna been together?"

Jo's eyes widened. "What?"

"Together, you know; dating, courting f-"

"Dean!" Bobby and Ellen both yelled at he same time.

"Wait, what?" Jo said.

"They've been together, like, a year and a half, or something." Ash said.

"Ash, what the hell did you tell them?"

"Nothing!" Ash said defensively.

"Jo, how dumb do you think we are?" Bobby said. "We've always known."

"You... always..." Everyone nodded, even Adam. 'Why didn't you tell me you knew?"

"We thought you knew we knew." Sam said.

"Can you start singin' so I can eat?" Bobby said impatiently.

While everyone sang, Jo stood there in surprise. She looked at Anna.

Anna's hand was covering her mouth, tears in her eyes.

"How is this funny?" Jo whispered.

"It just is," Anna whispered back.

"Why-"

The first week of school was always a little tricky. For Samantha, it meant trying to find a group of friends to fit in with. For the past several years she had always been at the front of the class or at the side, being the 'nerd' or ‘geek’ of her grade. Everyone picked on her for liking Star Wars and getting the highest grade in almost every subject. When all the other groups of kids were kissing their love interests in the bathrooms or wanting to go partying, Samantha was sat in a corner scribbling in her notebook wildly.

This year, Mr. Zachariah, the English teacher assigned them to write an essay on the first day. He dispersed everyone to pairs and told them to write essays about something that the other one was very passionate about. The main point of it, he explained, was to get to know others better and to have a more 'open mind'. They had done something similar to this last year which had gone terribly wrong, so Samantha had been dreading it the whole day and just sulked in her seat.

By the end of the class, Samantha found out that she had been assigned to her older sister. Her sister whom everyone thought wasn't related to her because of the blonde hair, loud music, dirty clothes, rolled up sleeves and odd smell of salt attached to her clothes. Sam had been raised by her sister, yet she was nothing like her. She was practically the exact opposite of her. Deanna was usually there, standing up for Samantha when she got bullied or teased. Even if the rest of the time Deanna ignored her, Sam appreciated her sister more than she said she did. But right now, Sam just brushed it off like it was nothing important and watched her at the other end of the class, moaning to her friends sarcastically.

After the rest of their classes, Samantha saw that Deanna was waiting in the hallway for her. She had been in History class blabbering with her teacher, Lucy, for a while now and wondered if her sister had waited that whole time for her to come out.

"What was taking you so long?"

"I thought this History class was interesting."

"Yeah, whatever. Why don't we get this English assignment thing over and do it at home. Maybe we'll go get some pie to celebrate after we're done."

"I thought the pie was always before the homework for you."

"Well, it's you, so this assignment should be pretty easy to get done. Plus, the sooner the better. Right?"

"Alright. Now you're starting to not sound like my sister at all."

Deanna rolled her eyes and walked to the school doors. They strolled down the street without a word after that. The sisters had always walked to their house, because on the bus Samantha would get bullied way too easily. Plus, when they walked, it would lead them right into the little bakery that Deanna loved to get pies from.

-

When they arrived at their house on the very end of the street, they realized that the house was empty. Usually there was their father who walked about the house, who grumbled under his breath about his work. He would be gone for most of the day and got home later at night, the two sisters knew this, but there were the occasional days where he was home earlier.

Deanna opened the fridge to grab a bottle of beer before she headed right to her bedroom and dropped her binders on her bed. Samantha, with a nervous step, walked into the room. It was decorated with black paint, AC/DC posters and the desks were piled with cassette tapes. Her sister had left enough room on the bed for her, so she placed herself at the very corner.

“You know, I’m kind of glad I got you for the assignment because this should be relatively easy,” Deanna stated as she flipped through some papers and ran a finger down some paragraphs of text. She took a swig out of her already-opened beer bottle and placed it on her nightstand afterwards.

“Yeah, same. Although… I might’ve preferred to be with someone else for a challenge.”

"Well, at least you didn't get that guy Gabriel, he seemed a little annoying."

“He seemed okay. Maybe… maybe Anna or Ruby might’ve been my choice.”

“Those girls? What, do you find them pretty?”

“Sure. Why?”

“Oh, no reason. You know… I had Anna in my group of friends for about a week last year. I hung out with her and we almost had sex. It was pretty hot, but it turns out that sometimes she can be a little bit of a whore with girls. I did see her eyeing Anna in the girl’s bathroom the other day.”

Sam nodded slightly, like she knew Deanna was being sarcastic, looked down and opened her English binder. She fidgeted with her pencil as she gazed at Deanna again.

“Right. So… Sammy, what do you like? Other than your crappy music taste and weird health obsession, because I do not get why you’re that way. So writing about it would be ten times harder.”

Sam bit down on her lower lip in concentration for a while.

“I like when dad lets you practice shooting and you lend me the gun. Or when you draw lines of salt around my bed when you think I’m sleeping so that nothing will hurt me.”

“Okay, let’s not get sappy Sam. Those things are hard to write about…” Her eyes looked Samantha up and down, almost scared. Neither of them moved except for Sam’s constant hand-fidgeting.

“I can’t think of anything else”, Sam muttered after a few minutes of silence.

“For me, it’s easy, it would either have be pie, beer, hunting, or…” She sighed at the last part like she had forgotten what to say.

“Or what?”

“I was about to say either girls or protecting you.”

“Girls?” Sam’s frowned face immediately glanced up at the sound of that and ignored the other part.

“I… I think I meant to say boys there. That was awkward.”

“No, Deanna. I think you meant to say girls.”

“Don’t argue with me! I know what I like…”

“Sure. Like you don’t stay in the bathroom moaning girl’s names or stand in the aisle of the grocery shop staring at the boobs on women’s magazines. Or enjoy talking about how pretty the ‘girlfriends’ you have are. Or even stand frozen in the changing rooms for Gym while you examine your friends in just their bras.”

Deanna squinted her eyes at her sister. Her face seemed to muster up a big, dark blush that was clearly visible. She gulped before she talked back.

“And how exactly do you know that?”

“I know you, you’re my sister. And I’ve known you for several years now. Don’t think I wouldn’t notice all of that.”

“You know… I can’t recall a time where your interests have been normal, Sam. I can still remember that time that you came into my room and caught-”

“Let’s just get back to our work”, Sam interrupted, her head titled downwards at her binder. She adjusted her seating position so that she was on her knees.

“Let me finish!” Deanna barked back. “I still remember that time that you caught me masturbating in my room a couple years back and you just stood there until I had to get up to shoo you away. And when you kept placing your hand on my thigh when we were fixing-”

“Stop!” Samantha threw both of her fists on the bed and leaned forwards. Deanna inclined forwards as well, in her cross-legged position. Their eyes met and initiated a long, tense staring contest.

Two strong hands whacked Samantha right at her jaw and pulled her in with a strong grip. She lost her balance as she was pulled towards Deanna; their faces smacked together. Deanna’s lips ended up kissing the side of her Sam’s lips. By the time Samantha had adjusted her balance and position again, Deanna had pulled herself to her sister’s height. Her foot hit the small pile of binders behind her to the floor and almost whipped a pillow away as well.

Sam got frightened when the girl jumped on her again. This time, one of her hands tangled into Samantha’s hair and tugged it in her direction. The intense kiss made Sam fall backwards onto Deanna. Her arms waved around in a wild manner, not knowing what exactly was going on. After Deanna had let their lips unlock, she looked up at Sam. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply before she grabbed Samantha’s shoulders, and with all her force, flipped her over.

“W-why are you doing this?” Samantha asked before anymore lips started touching any body parts.

“Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.”

“I…” Deanna shut her sister’s mouth with a small peck of her lips before she talked again. “I-I know I like it, but I don’t know what you’d think of me. Usually I don’t care, but…”

“Oh, shut up Sammy. You are by far the weirdest person I know, but I don’t care that you like this. I like this too and I can’t deny it. All those times I did stare at boobs and dream about being a lesbian, I thought about how it would be like for you. They say it’s in the genetics sometimes. So I kept thinking about you and I ended up having fucked up fantasies about you. It was all-”

This time it was Samantha that shut her up. The ponytail Deanna was wearing today let her grab her open neck and pull her down to meet her lips again. Samantha was rough; her tongue plunged into Deanna’s mouth and started to lick the edges of her cheek and along her teeth before meeting with a new tongue. Deanna’s hands started to scavenge everywhere on Sam. Thumbs brushed up and down on her bra, right on the spot where her nipples were. Another hand massaged her shoulder deeply, slid to trace where her clavicle would be and ended up trying to tear into her tight shirt.

Sam’s brunette hair scattered on the pillows in waves as she tossed her head left and right when Deanna wasn’t in her mouth. Her exposed neck had begun being sucked and bit up and down. Moans escaped her, sheets were being tightened at the sudden grasps of her hands, her pelvis thrust upwards to meet Deanna’s body; Samantha was experiencing pure pleasure.

When the blonde stopped, Sam whined and opened her eyes. It appeared that Deanna was now concentrated on how to get her own jeans off. She struggled a lot with her zipper and finally got it opened, which then made her wiggle herself out of them. Samantha watched as she threw them across the room like they were something possessed that she never wanted to see again. When she turned back to Sam, a wicked smirk crawled onto her face. Deanna’s hands slithered up Sam’s legs in search of her own zipper.

It was an equal aggravating yank that pulled Samantha’s jeans off. When they were pulled off, and thrown across the room like Deanna had done with hers, Samantha laid back into the pillows and watched as fingers worked up her soft legs. They stretched automatically and pulled up to wrap around Deanna’s body when she inched forwards to concentrate at her chest.

Buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned incredibly fast; it was almost like Deanna had been training for this. When the shirt was opened and splayed outwards, Deanna squished Sam’s breasts in her palms for a quick second. They fit nicely and were warm under her fingers. Samantha pushed herself upwards to help with taking off the shirt and bra. It felt hot when their two bodies were so close together and when their bare skin accidentally touched, a shiver went through both of them. They didn’t say a word to each other during this whole process, however, there were small kisses planted on foreheads, shoulders, and lips. There were kisses everywhere, and looks. The looks and bends of their lips, along with dimples in their cheeks, made both of them react with shudders or gulps or nervousness each time.

Deanna only had a dark sweatshirt on, and when she pulled it over her shoulders, it revealed that she didn’t have a bra. Sam’s mouth released a quick huff at the sight of her sister’s breasts. She had seen them before many times, whether it was an accident or not, but seeing them now and having thoughts about her without a bra at school made her suddenly twitch and squirm her hips.

The blonde teenager shot her sweatshirt and Sam’s shirt off to the side. Her attention was now to Sam’s soft skin. Hands with wide spread fingers pushed her down into the mattress even more and felt the entire surface that they could cover. Groans and short-cut breaths escaped Sam as the hands kept toying with her nipples and flying over places that made her arch her body. Deanna’s hands ventured downwards into the crease of her hips and thighs. One of the hands casually slid into the green panties of Sam, while the other caressed a hip bone.

Their gaze connected as the two were finally at the same height. Deanna went in for a kiss; as she did this, her fingers slipped over Samantha’s clit. A howl-like moan came from her as Deanna slightly bit her lower lip and nudged her clit simultaneously. The hands of the brunette went around Deanna’s back and into her boxers, and her feet slipped to snuggle under her bottom. A hand of hers did the best it could to squish through the space they had left in between them to go right into those warm, well-fitted boxers.

Like it was a challenge to her, Deanna squeezed two fingers on the sizes of Sam’s vagina lips and wiggled them consecutively. In response, Sam’s breath hitched, and panted in short gasps. She barely had much strength of her own, but she forced herself not to be the submissive one in this situation. Her thumb and pointer finger pinched Deanna’s clit and did the same action, tugging at it several times to add some pressure.

This time, it was Deanna who released a wheeze and hiss of satisfaction of her own. They kept doing this for several minutes; kissing each other with their tongues lashing together, and exploring each other. When each of them found a motion that made the other’s eyes widen and almost roll backwards into their own skull, they kept going. A murmur of moans grew louder as they kept going, until Samantha let out a loud, extended moan. Her body arched into Deanna’s. That action made Deanna ejaculate consecutively; the deeper and harder motion of Sam’s hands against her clitoris drove her right off the edge and her moan joined as well.     

-

Samantha was held against her sister’s chest, her legs cradled over one of Deanna’s.

“I don’t even remember what we were doing before this.” Deanna said aloud as she caught her breath.

“We were doing that assignment for English.”

Deanna lifted herself up with her elbows. A smirk grew in a mischievous manner on her lips as she looked at her sister.

“I think I know what I’m writing about now.”

“Oh. Don’t you dare. You’re going to fail and probably go to detention if you write about that.”