Authors note: This idea ate away at my brain until I had to put it down in writing. This is the start of a very long saga. The beginning is going to be slow but hopefully it will start to pick as we move along. Please review so that I know what to improve. Right now this fic can go one of several ways so strap in and enjoy the ride.
"There is nothing quite so good as burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating."
Alfred Hitchcock
You know there is a problem when you wake up in an unknown forest beside a mysterious lake. You know you have a bigger problem when you find yourself in an unknown forest beside a mysterious lake after being trapped in a ritual circle by a crazy man who has been hunting you since your powers became apparent. Whatever that bastard did I was now far from home. I was laying on the ground covered in dirt and leaves. One second I was trapped in a ritual knot in a cave and now I was on the forest floor with several leaves sticking out in my hair. I could feel my chest burning. I looked down to see the seal that was keeping my powers locked up was still engraved on my chest by whatever evil sorcery was placed on me though it was fading so that my pale skin appeared unmarked once again.
"Goddess damn him. When I finally get my hands on him he will wish that he never messed with me." I got up, my body groaning in the process, protesting at any effort at moving. I felt like I got run over by a pack of wild dread hounds. Looking around I could see that I was far from home. Either that or this was just a really horrible nightmare. For my sake I was hoping for the latter. The world around me was strange and bizarre. Everything seemed to be darker like shadows have crept up and just consumed everything. Even the water in the lake was dark; no not dark, black, pitch black, nothing like the clear crystal waters of home. Even the leaves seemed like they were possessed with shadows tipped with red and orange instead of silver and blue. I could hear birds twittering in the trees so at least something was familiar yet even the song they sang seemed garbled and broken. The world seemed devoid of color, like someone just leeched it all away. I heard footsteps in the distance coming closer to my location, crunching on the brown leaves that littered the forest floor. Using the last bit of my energy I climbed the nearest tree up to the highest branch hiding myself in whatever leaves were left. I was heaving by the time I was up but I managed to calm my breath when the creatures making the noise came into view.
The first thing I noticed was that they looked like my people in a sense. They were stockier less trim, less graceful in their movements as if they were constantly moving against something. It was like they were trying to swim against the current and yet they were just walking. The second thing I noticed was that there speech was distorted; I could not understand what they were saying. I ran through my head all the languages that I knew. They certainly were not speaking my own so that ruled out one option that being this was just an elaborate dream on my part. It wasn't Enochian or Latin yet somehow it sounded familiar. I racked my brain for what it could be and I came up with nothing. The third thing I noticed was that there ears were flat smooth like river stones. A lump formed in my throat.
"Oh dear Goddess," I whispered under my breath. I was in the human realm.
"Crap, crap, crap," I said once the humans had left. I jumped back on the ground and landed on the balls of my feet though my legs protest profusely at the maneuver. "What am I supposed to do now?" I was full on panicking at this moment. Besides the basics I knew almost nothing about humans.
I went to grab my sword from its sheath on my back so that I would not be unarmed in this crazy place but all a grabbed was empty air. My sword, the one I hand forged. The one that I was supposed to carry until death came to claim me was missing. Terrified I tore through the forest looking under every rock and leaf and anywhere else it could be but it was gone.
"It must have been transported somewhere else," I thought. Quickly I scanned through my mind about what had exactly happened.
Running I was running, luring his blasted hound into a trap me and Iorel set up. I remember bounding up the rock formation we hid the trap on. The hound's jaws were snapping at my heels. As I bound over to the other side of the formation I heard a yelp and I snuck a glance behind me. It was trapped in Iorel's ring of fire growling and snapping. I could hear her laughing mischievously in the distance.
I continued running towards the caves where we set up camp earlier that day. Unexpectedly I heard this loud almost popping noise coming from somewhere in the forest. I stopped running and just listened straining my ears to hear the noise. The noise grew and started forming a bizarre alien melody. Curious, I went towards the sound which was swiftly becoming music in my ears. The song led me to a clearing filled with flowers of all colors and shapes. I walked into the clearing, trying to hear the song but it had gone silent. As I walked to the center trying to find the music I stopped feeling a deep pain in my chest like my heart was being ripped to shreds. I fell to my knees in pain. I looked down and what looked like a heavily designed lock being burned into my chest. As the lock became more intricate I could feel my powers fading away rapidly. I all but flew towards the caves, pain blinding me to all rational thought. I never saw the ritual knot on the cave floor and by the time I noticed it was too late. I was trapped in the middle unable to move. I saw my hunter coming up to me laughing. I grabbed my sword to defend myself but he threw that heinous black liquid that he always kept at me causing my skin to burn and for me to drop my sword. My sword, I dropped it, which means that it could be anywhere.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not hear the human approach me. I felt someone tap my shoulder and I whirled around to find myself staring at a human female with black hair and soft brown eyes. She said something but I could not make it out, the language still sounding garbled in my ears. She repeated what she said and it drudge up something in my memory, of my father reading to me and my siblings around the fire with mother by his side back when we were actually a family before all this nonsense about my place came up. He read it in the human common tongue because he believed in order to truly enjoy the work you had to hear it in its original language. English that is what the humans were speaking. So I started talking hoping for the best.
"I am sorry what were you saying?" I asked realizing how stupid I must have sounded. The words got stuck on my tongue. They did not flow rather they clunked together making me sound like I was eating rocks.
"I asked if you were alright." I was considering telling her I was fine but I figured it would be more helpful to tell her the truth, well some of the truth.
"Not exactly. This is going to sound absolutely insane to you but I kind of have gotten stranded here in the middle of the woods. I was out on a cross country trip that I had been dreaming about for years and I forgot my map at the last placed I stopped. Do you know anyplace I can stay while I get my bearings?
"My house is not too far from here. I can take you there for now anyway. I live with my Dad and my son but I am sure they won't mind the company. My name is Andrea Barr."
"Gailel Dwinanea."
"Wow, that's some name."
"So have many people told me."
...
What had planned on being a brief stay had turned into four months. Working at a book store and a diner has given me a chance to learn a lot about human culture and the chance to earn money. The idea of money was still silly to me, as if pieces of paper could hold that much power but humans thought it was worth something so who was I to judge.
Humans amazed me with all their little intricacies. There were so many unwritten and useless rules that it made my head swim trying to keep up. From handshakes to cash to the way they set up families . It was like they were trying to make their lives more difficult.
Luckily for me my long hair managed to cover my ears. Just to be safe though I always wore a black beanie I got at the local thrift store. Even the thrift store was funny to me. Why did humans just not give the other person the clothes if they were not using them? Why go through all this buying and selling and reselling?
One shinning light through this whole ordeal was Andrea and Lucas. I grew close to the two of them as Andrea showed me through the town and by extension the way things worked. Without her I would be absolutely lost. I wished that I could help her with Lucas but he kept his distance. I did not blame him but still his lack in trust disturbed me. I was used to openness even from strangers. Eventual Lucas did warm up to me once we started watching Disney movies together but even then there was a barrier between the two of us.
Thinking about how to improve our relationship I walked down the dirt path that led to Andreas home, reading another one of the books I got at the book store along the way. I strode through the front door of the house since my shift at the bookstore ended. Not long after I arrived in this world I rented the spare room they had, soon after I started working. I had about an hour before I had to be at the diner. I could smell the coffee brewing before I saw Andrea in the kitchen. If there was one thing I was going to miss when I got home, it would be coffee. Humans may be strange but at least they had good food. Taking off my long green coat and matching scarf I placed them on the hook by the front door and went into the kitchen.
"I just ran into two of the strangest men at the station," Andrea said.
"Good strange or bad strange?" I asked putting my purse on the kitchen table and taking an apple out of the fruit bowl.
"Good. Their names are Dean and Sam; they are from federal wildlife, looking into Sofia's death."
"Poor girl," I looked at her surprised. "I didn't know that there was anything to look into."
"Neither did I but there must be something if they're here. Anyway, I am taking Lucas into the park later. Want to join us?"
"Can't, I got to get to the diner. I promised Liz that I would take her shift."
She poured the coffee into a thermos. "You'll be working late then?"
"Unfortunately, but work is work and I need it."
"That's true. I will see you later then."
"Definitely and if I see your two strange federal wildlife people I will let you know."
The rest of the day was pretty much normal. I saw the federal wildlife guys in the diner at one point but they were in and out in a flash. I wondered what they could possibly be up to because it certainly seemed like they were planning something. I caught a little of their conversation and they were talking about something called a Nessie and lake monsters so I also wondered how sane they actually were but at least they brought business into the town.
…
"Hey have you heard?" I asked Andrea after coming home from another shift at the book store. "Will Carlton drowned last night while I was working at the diner."
"Yeah Dad told me. Poor Bill. You got to feel so badly for him. Losing two kids so recently."
"We should send him something, try to help ease the pain at least."
"We can bake a batch of cookies and take it over to him later. By the way the Sam and Dean came by today."
"Oh, what did they want?" I was suspicious of the two of them. Something just was not right. One of them came into the book store and asked Amanda if they had any books on water spirits and a bunch of other strange topics. Of course we didn't so he left just as quickly as he came.
"They wanted to talk to Lucas, they think that something strange is going on in the lake."
"That wouldn't surprise me."
" Oh really, you think something strange is going on in the lake?"
"I thought that lake was strange since I got here. There is just something unnatural about it." As suspicious as the two of them were, something was going on with the lake, even I could not argue with that.
"What do you think is wrong with it?"
"Honestly I have no clue, it just feels wrong."
"Well at least you are not the only one who thinks that. You got another late night tonight?"
"Unfortunately. Liz is still trying to get her new baby under control. I have no idea why she wanted another kid."
"Some people are just like that. Speaking of kids Lucas is coming out of his shell a bit. He is really growing attached to Dean."
"Dean, really?"
"Yeah, he gave Dean a picture and everything."
"That's good to hear. Maybe one of these days we will take that trip to Indianapolis you've been planning for a while."
"I hope so, anyway get off to work before you're late. I don't want Mrs. Kerrot to have another reason not to like you."
"As if she needs another reason."
...
It was late by the time I left the diner. This old couple just would not leave, insisting on staying until closing time. I swear that if I didn't know any better humans have been trying to annoy me on purpose. As I was walking up to Andrea's house the night was serene and quiet. The crickets were busy chirping when the silence was cut by screaming. The sounds were coming from the direction of Andrea's house. Running up to the house I saw the federal wildlife men pounding on the front door screaming Andrea's name. Before I could approach them Lucas let them in with a panicked look on his face. I broke into a dead sprint after them.
I ran through the open door and saw dark water was pouring down the stairs. I saw that Lucas and one of the guys were standing outside the bathroom. I couldn't see the other one. I leapt up the stairs and turned towards the bathroom. The other man apparently was trying to pull Andrea out of the bathtub. I could see that she was struggling but it seemed like the water was holding her down as if trying to drown her. I jumped in helping him pull her out but it was like some great force had a firm grasp on her. It took all of our strength to pull her out but she was in an iron clad grip. Finally, through sheer force, we managed to break her free. She rolled on top of the guy and I found myself with my back leaning on the bath room wall sopping wet. She was gasping for air, her chest heaving. I gently lifted her off the guy and bundled her up in my arms. Grabbing her robe off the hook of the door I draped it over her and carried her into her room laying her carefully onto the bed. Lucas ran in after me clearly distressed about his mother's condition. I left the room and closed the door behind me gently. I turned back around to see myself face to face with the two strange men.
Now that I got a closer look at them, I could see that one of them was tall, and I mean like really tall, with shaggy, brown hair and hazel eyes. Despite the fact that it looked like he could snap me in half, there was something about his eyes that was kind, gentle even. It put me at ease. The other one on the other hand was looking at me uneasily ready to attack me if I were to make a threatening move. I placed my back to the wall and stared directly into his eyes.
"Here is what we are going to do," I said, "The three of us are going to go down stairs and you are going to explain to me, exactly what is going on here."
"Actually maybe you should tell us who you are," the short one said.
"Dean," the other one stated plaintively. "Be nice."
"I am being nice. This is my nice face."
"If this is you being nice I would hate to see you being rude," I muttered. I really did not want to fight these two. I may have been stronger but these two looked like they could wrestle a cyclops to the ground if they had to. "I am their tenet so unlike you I am actually supposed to be here. Now we can sit here and talk in this hallway or we can go downstairs where the nice comfy chairs are." The two of them followed me downstairs though the shorter one was grumbling about it. I sat down in one of the chairs surrounding the dining room table and they sat on either side of me, basically cornering me.
"Let's start with who you two are," I said.
"Sure," the tall one. "This is my brother Dean, I'm Sam and we are-"
"Okay look if you are going to say you are from federal wildlife or something like that, don't. I can already tell that's not true. So why don't we start with who you really are and why the bathtub was trying to kill my friend."
"It wasn't so much the bathtub as the very pissed off water. And by water I mean the vengeful spirit of a boy who drowned in the lake," Dean stated.
I sat there for a moment trying to let that thought sink in. I hadn't occurred to me that there were supernatural beings in this realm yet with my luck I shouldn't be to surprised.
"So you are telling me that there are spirits in the world?"
"Pretty much yeah."
"So what other things are out there?"
"Ghosts, werewolves, other monsters that only exist in your nightmares."
I smirked at that one. What he and I considered a nightmare were two different things. "And you guys do what exactly?"
"We hunts these bastards down until there nothing left but a corpse or a pile of ash." So they were this world's version of rangers.
"Right naturally, because my first thought would be to hunt the deadly monsters that live in the darkness." Actually it would be but there was no way I was letting them know that.
"Look," Sam interjected, "were just trying to help. If there anything you can tell us-"
"Trust me if there was I would let you know. I arrived here not long after Lucas's father drowned and I know absolutely nothing about some evil lake spirit."
"Okay can you give us your name?" Sam asked.
I considered making up a fake name but Andrea had probably already told them my name. "Gailel Dwinanea."
"Oh come on, that can't be your real name," Dean smirked. "There is no way parents would hate their child so much to name her Galel."
"Gailel, if you are going to make fun of it at least pronounce it correctly."
"How about I just call you Gale then?"
"If that is easier for your brain to process sure." I looked at the two of them, sitting there awkwardly. I let out a sigh. "I have a feeling that she is going to be awhile. Do you want me to get you anything? I am not sure what the protocol here is. I never had… what do you call yourselves?"
"Hunters." Dean stated.
"Right… anyway do you want anything? Knowing Andrea once she puts Lucas to bed she is going to crash herself and we will probably not see her again for a little bit."
"No, we're fine," Sam let out a short hollow laugh. "You seem to be taking all this rather well."
"I guess I haven't reached my crazy quota for the day yet." I shook my head. "Or maybe this is a really bad dream and any second now I will wake up and everything will be back to normal."
"Oh this is real," Dean said. "And there are far worse things out there than spirits."
"Are you always this negative or are you having an off day?"
"Ignore him," Sam said. "That's what I do."
"Sound advice. So how did you guys get involved in all of this?" Silence as they stared at me, shifting awkwardly in their seats. "Alright bad question then."
"Gailel, what is going on?" All three of us turned to see Andrea coming down the stairs. She had changed into comfortable clothing.
"Andrea, these men need to ask you some questions and they may be difficult to hear. Are you up to it?"
"I guess so."
"Alright Sam you stay here and question Andrea," Dean said, "I am going to look through the photo albums for a connection to Peter."
"They're in the study," Andrea stated pointing down the hall. Dean left towards that direction leaving Sam, Andrea and I alone. Dawn was starting to break as I could see light coming in through the window. After all that had happened I did not notice that the night sped by so quickly.
"Can you tell me?" Sam asked. I wondered where he was going with this. She gripped her hand tightly in mine. I squeezed back in the vain hope of trying to comfort her.
"No. It doesn't make any sense." She started crying, tears rolling down her face. "I'm going crazy." She took her hand out of mine and put her hands on her face as if trying to hide from the world.
"No, your not." Sam said trying to comfort her. "Tell me what happened. Everything."
"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."
"What did it say?"
"It said...it said 'come play with me'." She started sobbing at this point. My heart ran cold. I glanced at Sam who seemed to be taking this all in stride as if this was a daily occurrence. I have dealt with strange things before but this was way out of my element. Spirits don't exist where I came from. I could deal with Kelpies, Chimeras, and Wyverns, but not spirits. "What's happening?"
Dean came rushing in with a photo album and dropped it in front of Andrea. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"
"What? Um, um, no." Andrea replied. "I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She pointed out her father in the picture slowly trailing her finger towards him. Dean looked at Sam as if I light bulb went off in his head.
"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff," Dean said.
"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter," replied Sam.
"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea asked looking slightly less distraught than before. I was in the same mindset. This was all going straight above my head. Lucas than came down and stood right outside the window not looking at any of us.
"Lucas," Dean called but he ignored him and walked out of the house without glancing at any of us. We decided that the best course of action was to follow him. He continued walking until he came to what seemed to be a random spot in the middle of the woods. He then looked at Dean as if expecting him to do something.
"You two get him back inside," Dean ordered gesturing to Andrea and I.
I spent years of my life taking orders from people of higher rank and was not about to take them from some stranger I just met a couple of hours ago. "Oh no, I am seeing this all the way through. Andrea can take Lucas into the house by herself. I'm staying out here." She nodded and started walking back towards the house with Lucas.
"Alright Gale I hope you dig digging," Dean smirked at me.
"Really, I know its early but you could come up with something better than that," Sam said.
"I'm tired, leave me alone."
We got some shovels from a shed close The ground was soft and wet making it easy to dig. It was not long until we uncovered a red bike. I looked at them in confusion and Sam explained it was Peter's beloved bike. Suddenly I heard this loud click and I turned to see that Andrea's father, Jake, had a gun pointed directly at us.
"Who are you?" Jake asked Sam and Dean. "Gailel back away from them." I took a couple of steps to the side just to be out of the guns range.
Sam stared directly into Jake's eyes as if trying to make him nervous. "Put the gun down Jake," he said calmly as if having a gun pointed at him was completely normal which it might have been for all I knew about him. The three of us dropped our shovels and they hit the ground with a thunk.
"How did you know that was there?" Jake asked panic lacing his voice.
Dean replied with that smirk that seemed permanently etched onto his face. "What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried." That was probably the wisest thing he said all day.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about."
I could see Andrea running out of the house towards us. "Dad," she called out.
Dean was still on a roll however and not even Andrea's presence was stopping him. "And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit."
Sam not one to be left out jumped in. "It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." It seemed like they were trying to guilt trip him into confessing because by the look on his face I think it was working. It was amazing watching these two tag team him, like they knew exactly what the other was going to say. I just watched as the two of them worked together not sure what to add.
"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake asked bitingly.
"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton."
"Listen to yourselves, both of you. You're insane." I had a feeling that was not the first time they were called that. As if to confirm that Dean started up again.
"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust." Okay now we have completely left my comfort zone and were entering the freak show. There was no way I was going to help them burn a body. I think we would all just move before it reached that point. "Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake."
"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea pleaded.
"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous," Jake said angrily.
"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." He turned his head slowly towards her. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." He looks away, not able to look at her. The truth was written clearly across his face.
"Oh my God," she said in shock. I moved towards her shielding her from her father. The one thing I was capable of doing at this moment was keeping her safe.
"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank," grief was etched in Jake's voice. Dean looked at Sam as if this was the worst case scenario. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational."
"I think we stopped living in the world of rationality a while back," I stated with a harsh tone in my voice.
"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now," Dean said looking ready to march us straight out of here. Next thing I knew someone screamed "Lucas!" and I turned and saw him by the lake. Once again I broke out into a dead sprint trying to reach him before he fell into the lake. I was too late however and he was grabbed and dragged under by a pale white hand. I was the first to make it to the old wooden dock and immediately jumped in the lake not even considering the fact that they spirit could have been after me as well.
The water was cold and dark; I couldn't see a thing. It was an all-consuming soul crushing blackness. I thought I heard two others jump in after me but I could not be sure. Too soon I had to come up for air and saw the Sam and Dean had joined me. I dived back under trying to find him grasping away at the darkness. I would not give up until Lucas was safe, Andrea had done too much for me and I always pay back my debts no matter how small. I came up for air again and saw that Jake was walking into the lake.
"Peter. Lucas—he's, he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me." It was one last chance at redemption. Jake was then dragged down into the water. He did not even struggle. We all dived back under to try and find Lucas but both Sam and I came up empty. I just looked at him sorrow on both of our faces. Suddenly Dean came up with Lucas and I have never felt such relief. We dragged ourselves back to the docks and Andrea grabbed Lucas from Dean's arms and held him close, joy and relief emanating from her face. The rest of the day was a blur. I can remember all of us going into the house and getting dried off and changed and Dean said they had to get going and leaving with Sam. It was the middle of the afternoon before Andrea and I had a chance to talk.
"You were right about something Andrea," I said.
"I was right about what?"
"They certainly were strange." Lucas came down the stairs dressed in warm clothes and jumped into his mother's lap.
"I liked them," Lucas said in a small voice. A smile crept on my face as looked at the two of them snuggling together on the chair. For a brief flash it reminded me of me and my mother before our relationship went down hill.
...
The next day we raced to the hotel in the hopes of catching Sam and Dean before they left.
"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Andrea smiled. Lucas was carrying a plate of sandwiches he made the previous afternoon.
"Can I give it to them now?" he said in his small sweet voice.
"Of course."
"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car," Dean said taking him to the other side. Sam looked at Andrea concerned. It was nice to see that a stranger could have so much care for others.
"How you holding up?"
Andrea just looked up at him, "It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?"
He let out a long sigh "Andrea, I'm sorry." He said that and he truly meant it. He was the first human I had met that held that kind of care for others. It was refreshing.
She shook her head though. "You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." Andrea walked to the other side of the car and kissed Dean. I gave her a small smile, happy to see her happy.
"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Dean jumped into the car and started reeving it up.
"Well this has been fun," I said to Sam. "But no offense I hope to never see the two of you again." Sam chuckled.
"No offense taken. You did good Gailel."
"Always nice to feel appreciated. You better get in the car before Dean drives off without you." As I said that Dean honked the horn. Sam got in and the two of them drove off into the distance.
It was a few days after that when I decided it was time for me to leave. I could not look at the lake and not think about what had happened. Andrea would not hear of it after what had occurred to Lucas and her Dad. We argued about it for a few days before the two of us finally decided we would have one last hurrah. The three of us would travel down to Indianapolis and then Lucas and Andrea would drive back home once I got my things sorted there. I was sad to see the house in the rear view mirror but I decided it was for the best. After all I still had to find my sword and a way back home. As nice as this world was, I could not stay here forever.
...
Meanwhile hundreds of miles away in a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, Sam brought something up that had been bugging him for awhile.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you notice that Gailel ears were pointed when she came out of the water?"
"Who?"
"Gailel, the girl who was living with Andrea and Lucas."
"Oh, the hot black hair chick?"
"Yes Dean her, did you notice her ears?"
"Well frankly Sammy I was too busy staring at things other than peoples ears, but if that is your thing all the more power to ya."
"Real mature."