A/N: Love this chappie. It has insight on Billy a little more. He'll be important prolly in the next chapter or two. And the idea about the water balloons just cracked me up so Ihad to add it. XD Please review!

Chapter 8


He walked into the house and shut the door as quietly as he could. "You home?" Lukas' voice rang through the hallway. Billy sighed and walked through the hallway into the kitchen. He found Lukas making what looked to be a sandwich. "How'd it go?"

He shook his head. "I didn't do it. I just…couldn't."

Lukas sighed. "Look Billy, if you don't apologize I'm told I have to restrict you from doing things. But if you do it, they told me I'm allowed to let you do more."

Billy raised an eyebrow. "Fine. I'll do it tomorrow," he said as he walked into the living room.

Lukas held up his sandwich and said, "Now that's some motivation." Billy just smiled at him. "Well I'm off. Be back in a few hours," he said as he walked down the hallway.

Billy let out a deep breath and said, "Yeah…"


I walked into my room and made my way over to the window, peering out in a small act of boredom. Or maybe it was OCD since I did it every time I came into my room. When I turned around, I saw Dean standing in the doorway. He looked very hesitant. A funny thought came to mind. "Are you gunna come in? Or do I have to invite you in?" I joked. Dean made a small smile and nodded his head from side to side as he walked into my room, shutting the door behind him. "Not a vampire are you?" I asked in a serious tone. Any genius would know I was joking though.

"What?" he asked. Stopping dead in his tracks and looking at me like I was crazy.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Never mind. I just read a lot." I stressed the word a lot because it was true. I read ALL the time. It got me away from my parents and brother even if for a few minutes.

I caught sight of Dean looking around the room. "It's a uh, nice room you got." He sat at the edge of my bed, which was a bit of a tizzy at the moment. I snuck over and adjusted the top sheet while he looked at a picture hanging on the wall. I had just finished smoothing it out when he turned and looked at me.

I shot him an innocent smile and waved at him. I knew he probably thought I was the dorkiest person in the world, and quite frankly; I didn't care. I hopped up onto the bed carefully while holding down my skirt, which made me remember why I didn't like wearing them all too often. Dean scooted back a little bit and leaned on his elbows. "So what are we going to do?" I asked, falling back into a crossed legged sitting position aside of him.

He shrugged and said, "Dunno." He said more than that, but it was all I caught. Somehow I found myself staring at his eyes. His perfectly round swimming pool blue eyes. "Izzy?" he said, breaking me from the trance.

I cursed at myself mentally as I said, "Yeah?"

"Did you um…hear my question?"

I laughed nervously and said, "Yeah. Of course I did."

"And your answer?"

Crap. This put me between a rock and a brick wall while dangling over a spike pit of death. I'm doomed. What was the question? I hadn't even heard it. Curse his eyes! "Um…" I went for the obvious approach and said, "Sure?"

Dean made a smile before pressing his lips into a thin line. "You're sure?"

Seriously, what was the question?! "I said, yes didn't I?" He rolled his eyes before shifting himself up farther on his elbows, then leaning towards me and planting a kiss. On the lips. He pulled away in seconds and looked at the carpeting. That's what I said yes to? I am so lost…


When he pulled away, he wasn't sure what would happen next. 'Will she throw me out? She did say yes but…' Dean looked over his shoulder at her and she was looking out the window, jaw hanging slightly agape and shutting as if she lost her speech. "I'm sorry," he said. "I should've never asked." Dean was embarrassed to the bone. 'Maybe I should just go…' "Should I leave?" he asked.

Izzy turned towards him with a shocked expression. "Jeeze…no. Just because of a kiss? What do you think I'll throw you out if you don't leave?"

Dean laughed. "Jus' little bit." He sat completely up and tapped his feet. Behind him, the bed shifted and he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean," Izzy began as she sat next to him, "I've only been here a week. Barely put a toe in the water, you know?" He hand fell from his shoulder in time and into her lap. "I need time before I decide I wanna be in a relationship." Her voice was soft as she spoke, gentle and letting him down easy.

'I shouldn't rush things. It's only been a few weeks since Crystal and I broke up... God, where is your head?' He gave a nod to signal he understood.


"But what?" Dean was interested in this phrase. 'It could mean something.'

"But, we're staying friends until then." He nodded again. "And that was a good kiss," she said in a low voice. "Another is only fair."

Dean smiled. 'Doesn't want a relationship but she'll kiss me? Huh…' "Point taken," he said as he leaned towards her.

Just as they were about to kiss, the door burst open and there was a loud roar. Dean whipped his head towards the door, only to find he was being pummeled by water balloons. Izzy screamed and said, "Gabriel! You are so dead!" The two boys scampered away, presumably to hide from Izzy's wrath. Dean wiped his face with his sleeve. "Sorry," he heard Izzy say.

He turned and saw Izzy was drenched; they obviously aimed mostly for her. "It's fine. Charlie does stuff like this at our house once in a great while." Dean stood up, watching Izzy bounce around her room as she shook her hair. He laughed at this and pulled his grey long sleeved button down off. He tossed it to Izzy and said, "Dry off with this."

She shot him a knowing smile and caught it. "Thanks." Izzy wiped her face with it quickly, holding it above her chin.

They looked at each other for a few minutes. Dean cleared his throat and said, "So I'm gunna leave. Just uh, get that back to me in the future. You dry off and stuff." He smiled at her before walking out of the room. Dean put his hands in his pockets and felt they were damp. He stopped on the steps and noticed his jeans in general were almost covered in water. He let out a groan and hurried down the last few steps and left the house.