"Come on, Lyn!"
"The speed limit is 50 miles per hour, Reneey, not 300! And the car can't even go 300 miles per hour!"
"But Supernaturaallll!"
"I'M NOT GETTING A COTTON PICKING TICKET JUST CAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS ONE MINUTE OF YOUR PRECIOUS SUPERNATURAL! ANYWAY, I'M STILL IN THE GRADUATED LICENSE WHATCHAMACALLIT, IT'LL MEAN HUGE TROUBLE IF I GET POINTS ON MY LICENSE!"
"BUT LYNNN!"
"BUT NOTHING!"
A purple vehicle was driving on a highway, and the occupants consisted of two girls who were currently occupied in yelling at each other. The older of the two, who was sixteen, was driving the car. She had wavy brown hair, tan skin tone, and pale green eyes. Her name was Lyndotia Elumo. The other girl, the black-haired one with hazel eyes and tan skin like her friend's, was yelling at Lyn for not speeding up. This was Reneey Umbra, the hazel-eyed girl who was so deathly afraid of missing a minute or two of Supernatural.
"LYNNNNNNNNNNNNN-"
CRASH! A car interrupted Reneey's plead. Lyn's car trampled, rolled, crashed, turned over then rolled over so it was upside down in the highway divide. By the end of the little 'ride,' it was covered with many busted parts, cuts, broken glass -- almost like a person getting raped/tortured then thrown onto the sidewalk.
The girls had a few cuts and more than a few bruises, and even possibly a broken bone or two. Ordinary people might have been petrified and screaming at this point, but then suddenly laughter broke inside the car.
"Why-are-we-laughing?" choked Lyn in between laughter.
"I—have—no—idea—but—I can't feel—any pain," Reneey was laughing unaccountably soon after Lyn joined in too.
After ten minutes or so the laughter ceased.
"Hey, Lyn," Reneey said suddenly. "Do feel any pain?"
"No," Lyn realized, sobering quickly. "Do you?"
"Nope…"
"But shouldn't we? I mean, we're both bleeding and it kinda looks like your left leg might be broken..."
"That's stupid, if it were broken it would HURT."
"Well, nothing ELSE hurts..."
"Then nothing else is broken!" Reneey reasoned, whacking the car door hard to open it. Getting out of the car was pretty hard, considering that the car was -- well, a broken car.
"So, what hit us?" Reneey asked while holding up her shirt; it got ripped and, well, it got ripped were those were.
"Just a guess, Rea, but maybe a car?" Lyn answered with a sarcastic question. The girls looked around, but there was no other car anywhere around. A grin creeped on Reneey's face.
"Super—"
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence!"
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
4 seconds.
5 seconds.
"Supernatural!" Reneey shrieked.
Lyn threw her shoe at Reneey -- it was torn apart and hanging off her foot, anyway.
"Ow, bitch!"
"You cotton picking deserved it and you know it so just shut up! And I thought you didn't feel it, anyway!"
"Whatever, let's just get home!"
"Err Reneey that's like a 20 minute walk."
"So?"
"So, what if someone pulls over and asks about this?" Lyn asked while holding up her bloody arm.
Reneey shrugged, "Supernatural car crash?"
This time, the other shoe came flying at Reneey's head. It wasn't quite so torn apart, but it was worth it.
"Ow bitch!"
"That didn't hurt and you know it!"
"Yeah it did…okay it didn't but still!"
"LETS JUST GET HOME!"
"FINE!" So the bloody best friends walked home.
(After five minutes of walking, and 36 minutes into Supernatural)
"Lynnnnn..."
"Reneeeeyyyy..."
"Lynnn..."
"Reneeeeeyyyyy..."
"I'm booored..."
"Just think happy thoughts…or perverted thoughts, in your case..."
(Upon finally arriving at Lyn's house)
"YES! FREEDOM!" Reneey yelled as they arrived home. Luckily nobody was home so that meant no questions. And nobody to kill Lyn for the crashed car -- at least, not yet.
"We were always free," Rea admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, "But it seemed like the right thing to do."
Turning on the lights, they stepped into the kitchen, and then --
"MOTHER DAMN IT FUCKER!"
Reneey looked at the time, it read 9:50, and ten minutes till supernatural would be over. "No no no no!"
Lyn rolled her eyes as her crazy friend speedily went to the living room and turned on CW. "Yes!" she screamed as her eyes was focus on the TV screen.
Lyn sighed and went to take a shower, because she knew that if Reneey got to the shower first, there would be no warm water left and then Lyn would have to hurt her best friend.
(Ten minutes later, a sniffing Reneey was curled in front of te TV in the fetal position)
"I can't believe that I missed 50 minutes of it, why! WHY?!" Of course, our little complex girl was being all dramatic.
"Oh, come off it, Reneey! Don't make me keel you!" Lyn said in mock annoyance as she came in wearing a pair of jeans and a red shirt, with her long dark hair dripping water onto the back of her shirt. "Now go take a shower! I'm not gonna let you bloody up the house, 'cause that means I'LL have to clean it!"
Lyn dragged her best friend to the bathroom, throw Reneey in and then a pile of clean clothes after her and slammed the door.
"But Lyn!"
"But nothing! I don't care if you like blood! YOU ARE NOT BLOODYING UP MY DADBURNED HOUSE!"
(In a parallel universe)
"So what's our next hunt? Sammy?"
A glaring Sammy opse I mean Sam looked at his brother and then back to the object in his hands and said, "Technically its not a hunt, its says that we have to protect two girls…."
Sam was murmuring this as he read the page over in his dad's journal. Two years ago, their dad had died by giving his life to the yellow-eyed demon to save Dean's life. Finally he stopped at a certain place on the page and said curiously, "Girls, who can't feel pain…"
"What?" Dean asked, looking like he didn't think he had heard right.
"Girls who don't feel any pain," A shrugging Sam repeated.
"So what? Are they demons? Witches? Rippers? Vampires? Does it even have name or how they look like?" Dean asked his brother with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, it says their names and what they look like: Lyndotia Elumo, sixteen years old, long, wavy brown hair with pale green eyes." He showed the picture to Dean and continued, "And Reneey Umbra, thirteen years old, black long hair with hazel eyes."
"Kids? We're dealing with kids?"
"Um, it says that if you call them kids…you might get beaten up..Or..have eyeliner.. thrown at you?" Sam asked with obvious confusion in his voice, and he started blinking confusedly. "Yeah…it also said that we have to make sure that hell doesn't get them.." Sam finished while still blinking as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Kids…Dad wants us to protect kids? And why does hell want them? Shouldn't their parents be protecting them? " Dean couldn't really get over the fact ofkids.
"Guess so.." He got up, shrugging.
"Road trip!" Dean said as they walked to the car.
(Back at the house)
After
Reneey had taken a shower, she walked down wearing a black shirt with a
stitched red heart on it, a pair of tight jeans with a pink X on her
cheek, black eyeliner and a red X going over her lips. "So…now what?"
she asked, using her usual
I'm-bored-so-come-up-with-something-fun-to-do-before-I-annoy-you-to-death
voice.
Just then, the lights went out.
"FUCKING-"
"DAGNABBIT!"
BLACKOUT!
(Somewhere)
Four eyes opened, one pair of green, the other pair of hazel.
"Ow," Reneey complained. "Seriously, this so can not be good for sloth people. Is my eyeliner ruined?"
Lyn smacked her upside the head, stood up, and looked around. She proceeded to murmur, more to herself than to anyone else, "Where are we?"
"Hey, you're awake!" a new voice said suddenly. "We found you on the street, blacked out."
"Oh, and you have an X on your face by the way," another voice chipped in.
The girls turned around and instantly their mouths opened.
"Oh—My—Cotton—Picking—Stars—" Lyn know the boys because she was forced to watch Supernatural with Reneey.
"OMG!" Reneey yelled.
Lyn suddenly looked confused, and turned to look at Reneey. "Since when are we on TV?"