Note: This ones short and sweet. I'd forgotten about it but rediscovered it just now. Anna is nineteen.

Truth or Dare

"The name of the game is Truth or Dare, Jack. You can't just opt out."

"But I don't like that question."

Anna smirked. "I know. That's the point. Shoulda chosen dare."

"But, the dares are always uncomfortable."

"That's the point, Jack," Anna said again, rolling her eyes. "What do you want me to do? Be nice about it? That's not how the game works. Answer the question."

Jack frowned. "I would rather take a dare," he said carefully after a moment's pause.

Anna grinned, "You want it, you got it." She picked up her beer off the table. "I dare you to drink this upside down."

Jack looked completely and utterly confused. "How?"

Anna shook her head and snorted a laugh. "Get upside down."

Jack leaned back on the bench so his top half hung down and he was indeed upside down. "Now what?" he asked as the blood began rushing to his face.

"Drink," Anna said, and handed him the beer with a smirk still on her face. "And don't spill it."

Jack looked concerned at the prospect of going through with this, but he started drinking it anyway. Beer dripped out of his nose and he began to cough.

"Well, crap, don't choke on it, Jack," Anna said and pulled him up by the arm.

"That was... weird," Jack commented after he'd stopped coughing.

"You're supposed to do it like this," Anna told him and positioned herself correctly before drinking three gulps of beer upside down. She swung back up and set the beer down on the table again. "See how I did that without choking and snotting all over the place?" she asked him teasingly and laughed at the face he made.

Jack smiled. "You're happy," he observed as if it was surprising.

Anna stopped laughing at him and sobered. "Well, yeah," she said with a strange expression on her face. "Why shouldn't I be?"

Jack shook his head. "No, I know, but-"

"But, there are a million other things right now to cry about, right?"

Jack thought for a second but then agreed. "Right."

"Jack, I've never not had something to cry about," Anna pointed out and picked her beer back up to take a few sips. "Does that mean I should cry all the time?"

Jack looked at her intensely. "No."

"Good answer," Anna cheered and punched him on the arm. "Now, young nephilim, it's your turn. Truth or dare me."

"Truth or dare?" Jack asked with a grin, and she knew he had something in mind already.

"Dare," Anna said. Always dare.

"I dare you to sing a Michael Jackson song," Jack told me.

Anna was shocked. "You... you know who Michael Jackson is?" she asked him. Yeah, she hadn't seen that coming at all.

"Of course," Jack said. "He is the King of Pop, after all."

Anna shook her head slowly. "Ok. Ok, whatever, uh..." She thought for a second before she landed on a song to which she knew at least a sizeable chunk of the lyrics. "Full song? Verse and Chorus? Just the chorus?"

"Not a whole song," Jack allowed. "But at least the chorus."

Anna smiled. "That I can do." She paused to prepare herself and get into MJ mode then started in on the song in a soulful voice, the background music playing in her head. "She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene. I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one who would dance on the floor in the round. She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round." Jack seemed to be enjoying her performance, so she continued from there. "She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene. Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one who will dance on the floor in the round. People always told me, be careful what you do. Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts. And mama always told me, be careful who you love. Be careful what you do. Because the lie becomes the truth." Now for the weird part. "Billie Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one. But the kid is not my son." Anna finished and picked up her beer. That was kinda fun.

"Bravo!" A voice laughed from behind her and two sets of hands were clapping for her while their owners laughed.

Anna cringed at the sound of her brothers and turned to see them standing in the doorway happily. "Ha ha ha," she mocked and drank some of her beer.

"Hey, where'd you get that?" Sam asked, no longer laughing. He still thought she should wait until she was 21.

"The fridge, dumbass," Anna told him while giving him a look that called him stupid for her.

"She sings very well," Jack said from behind her, clearly believing he was coming to her defense against Sam and Dean's mockery.

Anna blushed. "Whatever, Jack," she shrugged the compliment off and finished off the last of her beer.

"Nah, we knew she could sing, Jack," Dean said. He and Sam brought their own beers over to the table and sat down, Sam next to his sister and Dean across from them. "But we didn't know she knew the lyrics to Billie Jean."

"Shoulda done Smooth Criminal," Anna thought aloud. "Mighta been more respectable."

"You know the words to Smooth Criminal?" Sam challenged and took a sip of his drink.

"I know the Annie, are you ok? part," Anna shrugged.

"So, why were you singing good old MJ?" Dean asked her.

"Hey, I never turn down a dare," she answered with her hands raised and looked over at Jack.

"He's good," Jack offered as an explanation. "I like Man in the Mirror."

Anna laughed at him and Jack looked confused at her reaction. "Is that why you wouldn't answer my question?"

"No," Jack said. "I didn't understand it."

"Wait... You know MJ, but you don't know Elvis?"

"No."

Anna shook her head. "Man, he's famous, too. Look him up. But don't get into his music because I'm never singing one of his songs."

Jack nodded. "I'll listen to him."

Dean and Sam were listening absently. "Did you ask him to choose between Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley?" Dean asked, finally engaging in the conversation.

"Well, I figured he wouldn't know who either of them were," Anna defended weakly. "And I'm a little drunk."

"Dude!" Sam freaked out a little.

"Don't 'dude!' me, Sammy. I said a little," She told him, annoyed.

Dean just smirked around his own beer as he took a sip.

"So, you guys find anything, or what?"

"Nothin'," Dean answered tersely and then cut his eyes at Sam which told Anna there was more to the story than that.

She didn't bother pushing, though. She didn't feel like getting into any serious business today. She was indeed buzzed from having had three beers within the last hour and a half, and she was pretty happy after having played Truth or Dare with Jack.

"Cool," she accepted and looked over at Jack. "Truth or Dare?"

"I don't like this game," Jack told her, his smile falling.

Anna rolled her eyes. "That's because you always say truth. Be more daring."

"But I can't drink beer upside down."

"Jack, I'm not always gonna tell you to do the same thing. You haven't always told me to do the same thing, have you?"

"No."

"Exactly."

"Ask Sam."

Anna rolled her head Sam's way and asked, "Truth or Dare?" through a curtain of her own hair before she pushed the curls out of her face.

Sam wrinkled his nose but said hesitantly, "... dare?"

"Was that a question or an answer?" Anna mocked. She thought for a second, then a shit-eating grin spread across her face and she saw Sam grow instantly nervous. "I dare you to tell Dean what you did to his car last week," Anna said mischievously.

Sam looked at his sister with wide eyes as if to ask her why the hell she would say something like that. Anna heard Dean choking on the beer he'd been drinking. "What the hell is she talking about?" he asked Sam when he could breathe again.

"I have no idea," Sam defended with wide eyes. He held his hands up in surrender as he looked pleadingly at Dean then back at his sister. "Why would you say that?"

"Sammy, just tell him," Anna said sweetly, batting her eyes at him. "Or you could say truth," She offered with a shrug of her shoulders.

"He doesn't want to choose truth," Dean told her angrily. "He wants to tell me what the hell he did to my car! What'd you do to my car, Sam?!"

Anna was actually starting to get a little nervous at Dean's reaction and his fury wasn't even directed at her. He was standing and leaning forward to look furiously at Sam across the table. Sam was seriously getting freaked out over this, too, and Anna knew he was gonna be pissed at her if she didn't say something, so she did.

"Dean, I was kidding! Sam didn't even drive your car last week."

It took a second for him to react to her words at all, but when he did it was hilarious. Dean looked over at her with a look of total confusion on his face, then relief painted over that expression. Sam looked more relieved than the last time he'd almost died, and Anna couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight of them. That was, until Dean suddenly looked angry again and this time he was looking at her.

"You little shit," he barked at her, then he moved around the table.

Anna's eyes widened even as she couldn't seem to stop laughing at her brothers. She scrambled to get off the bench but Sam grabbed her from behind and there was no escape. Anna squealed fearfully as Dean got over to her and started tickling her. She couldn't help the laughing when he mercilessly tickled her ribcage. She fought against Sam and looked desperately at Jack for help, but the nephilim disappeared and she knew he was trying to give them family time as he sometimes did.

"St-stop," she begged, panting for air and trying to fight off her oldest brother. She wasn't a little kid anymore, for Pete's sake. He shouldn't be tickling her. "Dean!" She'd rather get punched in the face... and he knew it. Both of them did. That was why they were tickling her instead.

They did finally stop, though. And Anna wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and pulled away from Sam's hold. Dean ruffled her hair and it occurred to Anna that both her brothers were now grinning rather than frowning.

"It's sadistic that you enjoy that," she said matter of factly.

"It's sadistic that you enjoy making me think my Baby had been hurt," he told his sister.

"Car," Anna said and held out one hand. "Human being," she said and gestured to herself. "Hilarious," she raised the car hand. "Sadistic," she gestured to herself.

"Yes, you are," Sam said from behind her, and Anna had to admit she'd walked right into that one.

Dean looked at Sam as if to say 'good one'.

"I hate you guys," Anna told her brothers.

"Well, since you're a little drunk, I won't take that personally," Dean said fondly and dropped onto the bench between his two siblings.

"Probably a good idea," Anna amended.

La Fin