A.N. Recently, I've been feeling nostalgic for things I used to enjoy. Well, I found the show "So Weird" all over again and I have to say, it's still awesome. And I couldn't help myself. They fit so well! I had to make a crossover. I don't own So Weird, or Supernatural. Also, I apologize if the lyrics aren't totally right-There are discrepancies in almost all of the places I've looked.

Smirking at his little brother, Dean nudged him as he sipped a root beer. "Go ask her to dance man." He saw the way he was looking at the short girl. She was cute-Not hot, but cute. And it looked like she was with the band.

"Dad said to just wait here. Not draw attention," Sam replied, flushing as he looked down at his own soda. It was true, their father just told them to stay put and keep tabs on the band while he looked through the tour bus. He'd gotten emf from it and there'd been some strange activity in town lately.

"If you don't ask her, I will," the older boy challenged, standing. "I'm better looking than you anyway." It was a silly jibe as he stood to his full height, dwarfing the fourteen year old.

His lips moved, but no sound came out as he watched his brother stride over with all the confidence in the world.

Stopping in front of the stage where the band was still setting up, Dean tapped the girl on the shoulder. "Hey, you're with the band, huh? That's pretty cool. You, like, the world's shortest roadie?"

Glaring, the brunette hiked her chin up. "My mom is Molly Phillips." She turned away, not interested in the cocky boy.

"Even better." Dean gave her a charming smile. "So, Ms. Phillips, what's your first name? Is it as cute as you?"

Frowning, she moved away from him, annoyed when he followed. "Ever heard it's impolite to ask a lady's name without offering yours?" She was about to dart behind the curtains when he caught her hand. She leveled him out with a stare, her soft brown eyes meeting his green.

"Sorry. I just wanted to come over and talk to you. I'm Dean. Dean Winchester. You see the sad looking mop-top over there?" He gestured towards the table where his brother was looking away. "That's my brother Sam. He thinks you're really cute, but he's too shy to come over. When your mom starts playing, I thought it might be cool to get you two kids to dance." He grinned a boyish grin. "So what do you say-?"

"Hey Fi! Can you help me tune this?" a boy about Dean's age asked, glaring at the other male.

"Sure Carey. Look, I gotta go. See you later," the girl told him.

x~x~x~x

The music hummed to life, the lead singer swaying to it, her eyes closed at first, her red brown hair falling into her face. Chestnut irises snapped open as she began to sing. "Demons come every side-"

"In the darkness is the light," the backups sang softly.

"Pulling me on a downward slide," Molly continued, her voice carrying a sadness to it.

Slightly softer, the backups sang the line again. "In the darkness is the light."

"Getting hot the deeper I go-"

"In the darkness is the light."

"Into the darkness down below!"

"In the darkness is the light!"

"I live my life in one straight line, the future ahead, and the past behind! Don't wanna go back to yesterday, but I don't know how long I can run this way-yeah!" Molly continued, her voice rich and deep as she let it all go.

Sam gulped, watching the girl watch her mom. He eyed his brother, who seemed to be getting into the song himself. He started to walk forward.

Getting soft again, Molly leaned in as if whispering something intimate. "In a jungle hung with tangled vines-"

"In the darkness is the light."

"I'm tangled up in my own lines!"

"In the darkness is the light."

"A creature there in darkness lies-yeah," she hummed into the song, really into it, the whole club on their feet.

Finally, Sam touched the girl's shoulder, leaning in. "Dance with me?"

"In the darkness is the light."

"Why is it that he has my eyes?" the song continued, the tempo picking up again.

Fi turned, their eyes meeting.

"In the darkness is the light."

Blushing, Sam wordlessly put his hands on her waist and they began to sway to the beat, their eyes locked, blue to brown.

"I live my life in one straight line, the future ahead, and the past behind! Now I come to a wall like I never knew, and they tell me the only way out is through the air!" she wailed, before reeling it in again. "They say the truth will set me free."

"In the darkness is the light."

She'd heard this song a hundred times, but it just felt like... Like she and this boy could somehow both relate to it. It felt like they were connected to something bigger. She looked into his eyes, resting her arms around his neck, not having to lean too much as he was only an inch or so taller.

"Free to be down here on my knees!"

"In the darkness is the light."

"Just when I think I've lost my sight-"

"In the darkness is the light."

"I catch a glimpse of that beautiful light!"

"In the darkness is the light."

"In the darkness is the light. Surrender now we'll win the fight! This girl's walked through fire and ice, but I come out on the other side-of paradise. Oh yeah paradise! My paradise-is killing you, is killing you baby! Paradise, paradise-Oh yeah, oh yeah!"

Sam looked at the girl in his arms in surprise, feeling the same strange connection, seemingly stronger than ever.

"Paaarraadiiissse!" Molly finished, breathing heavily.

The whole room was hooting and clapping-Even Dean.

Letting go of her, Sam smiled sheepishly. "I'm Sam Winchester."

"Fi, Fi Phillips." She smiled at him, blushing a little.

"Now what's going on here-Does my little sis have a boyfriend? Is this one a ghost too?" an older boy teased as he stepped in, smirking.

"Shut up, Jack!" Fi snapped, her cheeks red as she smacked the brunet's arm.

"Aw, c'mon Jack, leave her alone, man," a blond male told him.

"Well I think these two shrimps make a cute couple," Dean declared as he stepped up.

"Older brother?" Jack asked.

"Yep," the taller male replied, grinning as they walked away.

"Hey, looks like Carey's doing the older brother thing too!" the left behind blond boy murmured, pushing his locks behind his ear, eying his brother's death glare at the boy with Fi.

"Eh, don't worry about it, Clu." Fi took Sam's hand and they went back to his table.

x~x~x~x

"Are you boys sure you don't need to use a phone or something?" Molly prodded as they stood outside the tour bus, waiting for their father.

"No thank you, Mrs. Phillips. He'll be here soon," Sam responded shyly.

"Yeah, no worries," Dean added, not worried. They were used to this sort of thing and if Dad had left them, it was safe enough.

"We have space on the bus, if you want to come inside," Ned offered, a fatherly smile in place, his scruffy beard adding to the sort of teddy bear image he had.

"Yeah, we could watch 'Revenge of the Body Snatchers'!" Clu put in excitedly.

"Dude, I'm there," the older Winchester agreed readily, grinning and following the blond boy up.

Jack laughed. "Finally you managed to attract some normal people, Fiona. It must be a sign of the apocalypse." He laughed and stepped into the bus.

Carey looked at the two younger ones, raking his hand through his short blond spikes. "You guys coming inside?"

"No, thanks, Carey. We'll just sit out and talk a bit," Fi replied, smiling a bit.

Not particularly liking it, Carey shrugged and went back onto the bus, leaving the two alone.

"So... What brought you guys to town?" Fi asked, bouncing on her feet.

"That obvious we're not local?" Sam asked, smiling.

"A kid on the road recognizes a kid on the road. So what's your dad do for work?" Her eyes were curious as she looked at him. There was something different about him. Something that drew her in just as the paranormal always had.

"He... Fixes things. Hunts. Whatever," he responded, shrugging, not meeting her gaze.

"Jack of all trades, then." She smiled, knowing he was hiding something. "Drives an Impala?" At his nod, she pointed over his shoulder. "He's watching us."

Startled, Sam looked and waved, feeling his disapproval. "Um, I should get my brother."

"Yeah." Fi watched as he got the older Winchester. Once they were set, she caught his arm, putting a piece of paper in his jacket pocket. "Email me sometime, Sam." She kissed his cheek lightly and smiled.

Red in the face, Sam smiled back and nodded.

x~x~x~x

The car drive was silent. Finally, John spoke. "That girl, she put something in your pocket-What was it?" His voice was demanding.

Dean flinched. "Hey, he just danced with her, Dad, he didn't say-"

"I wasn't talking to you, Dean. What did she give you, Sam?" he demanded again, looking at him sternly in the rear view mirror.

"Just her email, Dad." He took the paper out of his pocket to show that was all it was.

Reaching back, he took it and tossed it out the window. "That girl was trouble. Don't talk to her again. She's a clueless little girl who needs to be kept away from the supernatural-And that means us, too, got it?" He was speaking to both of them now.

"Yes, Sir," the older male answered instantly.

"Sammy?" John prompted.

He frowned, crossing his fingers. He'd memorized the address. "Yes, Sir."