~Written by Noah~
Emberlynn flopped on the motel bed, phone in hand. Well, she tried to anyways. The hard pillow gave about as much as a brick wall, making the phone fly out of her hand and narrowly missing her face before bouncing off the comforter and hitting the floor. She made a yelp sound of surprised panic and confusion that made Pippin laugh.
"Smooth, Bubbles."
Emmy rolled her eyes in jest, and grabbed the phone from the floor before checking to be sure she hadn't broken yet another phone. It seemed unharmed, she tossed it aside content before jumping up energetically and pacing around the room in a nearly skipping-like way that meant she was impatient and bored.
"Pippin. I'm impatient and bored." Emmy stated, pausing in her skip-pace.
Pip moved to reply but-
"If you say 'hi impatient and bored, I'm Pippin' I will smite you." Emmy cut her off.
"Looks like I didn't even have too!" Pip grinned, picking up her jacket. "Fine, lets go."
Emmy happily speed out the door, Pippin following.
Ghost sat outside in the warm sunshine, Emmy and Pip hopped in and Emmy immediately started playing with the radio until she found a classic rock station playing Led Zep's Good Times, Bad Times. She turned the volume up loud as Ghost pulled from the parking lot.
"What are you so happy about today?" Pip yelled over the music as Emmy leaned out the window singing along to the song on the radio.
"I don't know, exactly. It just feels like today we start a whole new adventure!" she yelled back.
She was right, it did. But why? The only thing different about today versus another day was that they were going to meet up with some other hunters Bobby had basically set them up with. Bobby, Pip thought with a smile, he was always worried about the girls hunting alone, but to be fair Pip and Emmy had gotten themselves in more than one tight situation before and they lived their lives in a bazaar of bad dreams. She didn't resent his concern, though, sometimes she did wish he wouldn't press them to group up so much.
Led Zep faded out as Guns N Roses Sweet Child O Mine started in that clear sweet tone it does. Emmy leaned more out the window, nope, not enough.
"I'm going to do something reckless." She said, Pip rolled her eyes.
"Emmy this happens every time we listen to this song, why-?"
Emmy was already moving, sitting on the frame of the window, holding on for dear life and laughing as Pip slowed down, worried that her accident prone friend would fall.
"Emmy! You're gonna break my car!"
"Oh hush, Ghost is fine! He likes it! Now turn up the song!" she yelled back inside as they sped past a police car.
Sam finally came out to the Impala, duffel slung over his shoulder.
"Have you heard from the girls Bobby wants us to meet with yet?" Sam asked, putting his bag in the trunk.
"Heard from Pippin, she said the other will want coffee ASAP so we'll meet them at this joint called Coffee Spoons."
"Well, you'll be happy then. I could actually go for some coffee too."
"Really? No sissy slimming health tea today?" Dean chuckled, Sam went to snap back a response but froze, looking behind Dean in confusion. Dean looked, half out the window of an obviously speeding Chevy Stingray with a boisterous flame job was a blonde in a yellow corset style lolita dress, Guns N Roses poured from the car and mixed beautifully with the sirens of their police escort they'd picked up along the way.
"Are...Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Sam asked, startled.
"Damn, wonder what she's doing later." Dean grinned,
"Doesn't matter, we've got a hunt." Sam said, keeping his brother of track.
"Killjoy." Dean muttered, hoping in the Impala and turning the key. "Well, Coffee Spoons here we come."
The Impala pulled into the lot of the shop, Dean parking and both brothers hedging out when Dean paused,
"No way."
Sam turned back to look, yellow lolita now stood beside the Stingray, twirling a lock of her hair and talking to an officer that she was clearly going to cute and charm only a strict warning out of. Behind her stood another woman, this one in black jeans and combat boots with a corset top of a military reminiscent style. She was facepalming watching her friend talk their way out of a reckless driving charge.
"Hey Sammy, you don't think they're the girls do you?"
Dean said, grinning again.
"Based on that stupid grin on your face, I hope not."
"Shut up, I'm going over."
"Dean-"
"Go get your coffee, gees, I don't need an escort."
Sam rolled his eyes and stalked inside.
Dean approached the scene, yellow lolita had completed her mission of getting them off the hook and the officer was saying things in a strict tone that was badly put on. Blue corset had finally lifted her head from where she had laid it on the hood of the car, this kind of thing must happen often based off that reaction. He nodded to the officer as he pulled away, yea. There was a possibility they weren't the girls, but what was the chance of that?
"Pippin and Emberlynn?" a new voice came from behind Dean.
"Cas! I'm gonna tie a bell to you, I swear!" Dean jumped.
"My apologies." Cas said (he didn't look very sorry though).
"Who's asking?" Blue corset shot back, eyeing Cas cautiously.
"I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord." He said, the girl in blue simply raised a sardonic eyebrow.
"Am I supposed to be impressed? I mean-"
"Pips, behave." Yellow lolita scolded,
"That must make you Emberlynn then." Dean said slyly, Emmy nodded. "Yes, and you are..?"
"Dean Winchester." he said confidently, making Pip roll her eyes.
"Heaven help us." Pip muttered sarcastically.
"Yes, that's why I'm here." Castiel said, looking at Pip.
Emmy laughed at both Cas' response and the pained sigh of her friend at the Angel's accidental joke, then looked to the coffee shop.
"Well, I am in desperate need of coffee. Shall we?"
They began to move to the shop to get coffee and discuss the hunt, Pip lingered back, catching Cas' eye. She saw Emmy laugh at some comment Dean had made, inside the shop Sam waited for the others to come and talk about the hunt. Pip smiled, Emmy was right, this was the beginning of a new adventure. And she couldn't wait to see the plot of it.
"Sammy, meet Pip and Emmy."
"Dean, you can't start calling us that just because its less syllables." Pip stubbornly argued despite that the nicknames hadn't exactly been ground breaking original.
"Oh, like you guys use full names at all times." Dean fired back, amused. Pip honestly couldn't argue there, touche.