9 - "Yeah, but I'm your ass, right?"

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September 1999

"I'll see you in a few weeks." Dean kisses me.

I'm a junior at NYU, where I've been studying Psychology for the past year and a half, and Dean has been here on and off throughout the past two years.

"Okay, love you." I shout as he walks out of the room, and he just smiles and mouths it back before closing the door behind him.

For the first time since I started going here, I decided that I was going to live alone, in an attempt to get more sleep, by being an RA. But if there was anybody in this world who shouldn't be an Resident Assistant, it's me. If I'm not in class, I'm in my room, from Sunday night to Friday afternoon, but after that? You can find me in CBGB, as a bartender for 72 hours straight. I literally sleep in the green room.

"Dean!" I shout, running after him.

"What?" He asks, a smile on his face as he sees that I'm wearing one of his shirts. I bet he didn't even notice that I had this shirt.

"Come to CBGB tonight."

"Oh man, I don't know about that. I got drunk for the first time there, did you know that?"

"No way."

"Yes way. We were young, and separated at the time, meaning the dads were fighting," I can't help but laugh. To anybody passing by it sounds like our dads are dating. "And we were on a hunt here, so I snuck to CBGB and the people there got me drunk."

"I work there."

"I get to see you for longer than I planned and drink for free? I wouldn't miss it for the world." He kisses me and I drag him back into my room.

It was weird, but since I left, the dads had left Sam and Heath behind on Long Island, leaving them to fend for themselves with the minor help of Ricki, Dean and Uncle Joe, who is somewhere in between being cool and being a dick. Sam had a girlfriend, and he was at the top of his class at school. Heath, well he wasn't doing as well, but we don't really blame him because he's never had an interest in school, he's always liked music. He's in a band, and he's actually really good at guitar. I've gotten him a few little gigs at CBGB.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He smiles.

We don't do much, because I have to go introduce myself to each of the residents on this floor, and I bring Dean, because he's here so often that I want them to feel comfortable with him, especially if any monster type thing attacks us. He's good to have around really. And he's pretty handy, so if he's around he'll more than likely be willing to fix something.

"Hi," I peek my head into my next door neighbor's room. "I'm Dallas, I'm your RA, and I live right next door. This is my-uh,"

"Boyfriend." Dean guides me.

"Yeah, my boyfriend. Dean." I don't think I've ever introduced him as my boyfriend to anyone, ever. "He doesn't go here, but he's around a lot, so if you ever need anything, or need someone to kill a bug, just knock on my door, I'm literally right there, so," I shrug. "Or just scream my name, I'm a pretty light sleeper." They exchange a few looks. "Oh, and don't think that I'm like, some scary going to hunt you down if you drink bitch, because I'm definitely not. I might come and pregame before one of the Zeta Psi frat parties." I wink, and they all look relieved. "So, again, I'm Dallas, and honestly, just don't do anything to piss me off and I won't write you up." I wave and walk out of the room.

"Why'd you react like that when you had to call me your boyfriend?" Dean asks once the door is closed.

"In the two years that we've been dating, I've never introduced you to someone as my boyfriend." I say, and he furrows his eyebrows.

"I never actually asked you out." He realizes. "We're the shittiest couple."

"I know we are." I smile, and knock on the next door.

We do this at every room on my floor, and Dean bonds with Hannah, room 316, because she's wearing a Metallica shirt. So, after twenty minutes, I finish my rounds, after leaving Dean behind, he's become Hannah's best friend, and I have to start getting ready for work.

"Come out with us tonight!" Dean shouts at Hannah as I attempt to pull him back to my room.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Hannah shakes her head.

"Dean, she's a freshman that just moved in from, correct me if I'm wrong, but Kentucky, right?"

"I was born there, but I moved all over."

"We moved around a lot too." Dean says. "What was the reason?"

"My dad liked to travel." She shrugs. "He was a mechanic, so he could always find work."

"So he's a hunter." Dean nods and I rub my eyes.

"How'd you know?"

"Our dads are 'mechanics' too." I put air quotes around mechanics and sit on her bed. "When did it start?"

"He was always a hunter. My mom died when I was twelve and nobody wanted me but him, even if he was unfit to be a father, it was better than foster homes." I shiver at the thought. I was in foster housing twice. It was hell on earth, both times.

"What's his name? Maybe I know him."

"Doug, well, Dougie." She says, and smiles. "He's a shitty alcoholic, but I got the scholarship to go here, so who cares!"

"I got the same thing." I smile and high five her. "I've really go to go now. If you do want to come out, come to CBGB, it's on Bowery, between east 1st and 2nd. Walk through the park, turn left onto Broadway and east 4th, keep walking until you see it. Tell the bouncer you know me."

"Yeah." She nods. "I'll see if my friend wants to go."

"See you later." Dean waves at the girl before walking out.

"What the fuck, Dean?"

"What?"

"That's one of the girls that I'm supposed to be monitoring. I'm not supposed to be inviting them to the bar that I work at."

"I know. That's why I invited her. You had nothing to do with it."

"You're a real ass." I roll my eyes and walk to room.

"Yeah, but I'm your ass, right?" He asks, clinging to me from behind.

"Get off me!" I shriek, and run into my room, and he runs after me, throwing me onto my bed and kissing me. "I'll love you forever." I whisper and he smiles.

"I'll love you forever and a day."

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