Chick Fight: Nerdy Girls vs. Nymphs

This story is the follow-up to my fanfic "Revenge of the Nerdy Girls" and could take place after the "Party On, Garth" episode in season 7…or possibly next season. Craig Horner is once again imagined in the roll of Steve Silver. Please be warned: this story is WAY racier than Revenge of the Nerdy Girls. I'm writing about 'ComixCon' because I've never been to the real ComicCon (but I'd love to go.) Anyway, I wrote this because I was offended by how average looking, non-bomb shell women are portrayed on T.V. Becky Rosen is supposed to be crazy, but she's an underdog that I think most of us can relate too. What socially awkward woman hasn't had the fantasy of attending her school reunion with a hot guy on her arm? I thought it would be empowering to portray men appreciating women based on their intelligence, humor and bravery, instead of just their looks, since that is rarely portrayed in the entertainment industry.

Another element of my fanfiction is that I want to see Sam and Dean happy at least part of the time, either by getting laid, or just going out and having fun. (This story probably has an overabundance of nymphs, but I wanted to see the Winchesters REALLY happy.) I usually have to watch the gag-real to ever see Jensen and Jared laugh anymore. They're sensational at portraying sensitive bad-asses, but I believe they are done a disservice when there isn't more humor in the script. Both of these talented men have perfect comic timing, and they are equally adept at taking turns being the straight man and the funny man. I don't own Supernatural, but I'd sell my soul to write for the show and for Jensen Ackles in particular…ha ha, JK! Your feedback is greatly appreciated!

Chapter 1

"Hey Teri, what's up?" Becky answered her phone in the bedroom.

"Wow, Steve finally let you up for air?"

"Oh God Teri, you have no idea…he's insatiable!" Becky giggled.

"He's such a babe, you're so lucky….but if he's working today, I was hoping you could go someplace with me…"

"He is. Where are we going?"

"The shooting range, I've been going there a lot lately and I thought you should learn how to use a gun too."

"Hum, sounds interesting. Are you still doing the Krav Maga training?"

"You know it! It's helping me lose weight…that and being hungry…"

"Teri, does this have anything to do with your make-out session with Dean Winchester?"

When Becky mentioned Dean, her boyfriend Steve cut himself while shaving in the bathroom. Becky never dreamed Steve might be eavesdropping.

"Oh, you mean Dean's pity kiss? No Becky, it's because it's a dangerous world out there…did you know monsters are real?"

"You haven't been able to stop thinking about him, have you?"

"I'm probably never going to see him again…but if I do…well, you know how dangerous his life style is, and that hanging out with a Winchester can lower your life expectancy…"

"I thought it was boinking a Winchester can lower your life expectancy…" Becky smiled.

"Ooooo…yeah, that too."

"…or you could have your memory erased…"

"I'd rather die," Teri said bluntly. "So, can I pick you up in an hour?"

"See you then." Becky hung up the phone and walked to the bathroom. Steve had just finished shaving. He held the side of his face. "Hey Babe, have you seen the band aids? I cut myself…" he said.

"Oh no! Let me see!"

"No, it's not that deep, I'll be Ok," he assured her, not moving his hand.

She found the band aids at the back of the closet and handed them to him. She kissed his uninjured check and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Once she was gone, Steve removed his hand from his wound and washed it off to apply the bandages. The problem was, his blood wasn't red…it was amber.