Hello my lovelies!!! My name is Fae. I'm the current editor of KayValo87, briliant author of multiple Supernatural fanfics and an odd Harry Potter story somewhere in the mix. That being said, this story is on the back burner (unless we get RAVING reviews that is), fair warning. ENJOY!

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". . . is the last time we take a case involving damn love potions."

Sam shifted in his seat and used the scenery out side the passenger window to hide his chuckling.

"You think we lost them?"

"Who?"

"Oh, I don't know Sammy, maybe the 35 screaming, demonic woman on a mission to destroy Dean Winchester."

Sam chortled, "Ah, your harem! They were hardly demons Dean"

"Laugh it up bitch, I was almost destroyed by a group of crazies"

"They weren't trying to destroy you," muffled laughter "they were trying to get down with your funky self."

Dean slowly turned his head at Sam, glare becoming more hostile the further his head turned.

"Uh, Dean?" Sam pointed towards the road in a urgent way.

"Dean, we are going eighty. . .seven miles an hour. . ."

The glaring intensified.

"Okay. Okay!" Sam threw his hands up in an apologetic gesture.

Dean turned his head back to the road, simultaneously swerving his Impala from the opposite side of the road he inadvertently drifted into.

"We better have lost them . . ."

"Dude; Boring, Oregon was over 300 miles ago!"

"They were RUNNING after us for five, you never know what those psychopaths are capable of. . ."

Sam rolled his eyes and glanced at the map he had resting in his lap, "this says here that there is a town coming up in about five miles, I'll buy you pie"

". . . .You don't get any."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dean's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Click-clack, click . . . clack, click . . .clack, click-clack

"Dude will you stop that!"

Dean leaned left. Click.

"Dean!"

"What?"

"Stop rocking your chair back and forth."

"But it's wobb . . ." Dean's words were cut short from a very sharp elbow jabbing into his side.

Breathing deeply in preparation for giving Sam the biggest bitch slapping of his life, he froze.

"Luck shines on you today grasshopper"

"What?"

Subtle as a mouse Dean pointed to the people across the room, "Sammy, I think America's Next Top Model is in town"

"Then how you explain the guys?"

"Your checking out the guys? That's sad dude."

". . .And they are way out of your league."

Dean shrugged, "no one ever died trying . . ."

"One is . . ."

". . . Amazingly hot . . ."

". . .Married"

"I know! The ring on her finger is huge." Dean forced his head away from the America's Next Top Model side of the room to look at Sam, excitement in his eyes " Dude! How much you think we can fence for that ring?"

"Dean. No."

" I'm just making conversation Sammy."

Dean heard a sigh and at the corner of his eye saw Sam's menu raise, he on the other hand was transfixed.

"Dude, look at the guy outside." Dean continued to stare at the girl across the room, visions of skin and money running through his head.

"Your checking out more guys Sammy?"

"No, I mean his clothes."

"You want his clothes?"

Sam sighed and got up, "I'll be right back."

"Your going to go steal some dudes clothes?"

". . .Don't touch that girls ring."

"What about the rest of her?"

Sam grabbed his head and forced it in his direction, forcing eye contact. "Do. Not. Touch."

Sam let go of his head and walked towards the door, raising his arm above his shoulder in a good-bye gesture "I'll be right back."

". . .but you didn't buy me pie!!"

Looking back at the corner, Dean studied each of the girls in detail. The one with the ring had long dark hair and golden eyes. Gracefully she twirled her fork as she spoke to the bronze haired man next to her. Must be the husband, Dean thought, noticing the way his arm draped over her shoulders.

I could take him.

A smirk crossed Bronzy's face and his own golden eyes briefly caught Dean's. Ignoring it, Dean focused on the second girl. She was smaller then the first with short, spiky, black hair. She also had golden eyes and fluid movements as she pushed around the salad on her plate.

I wonder if they are legal.

Skipping over the blond man next to her, Dean's eye cut across to the third girl, a classic golden haired, golden eyed, beauty. She rested her ivory chin in one delicate hand, seeming bored with her untouched meal.

Why aren't they eating? They're not thine enough to be anorexic.

Bronzy sat up a little straighter in his chair, the movement seemingly catching the attention of the whole table. A second later they were all back to normal.

That was weird.

He briefly took note of the two other men. The blond one seemed very uncomfortable and focused his golden eyes on the glass on water in his hands. The other was a big guy with short, dark hair and a wide grin. His golden eyes where ... wait ...

They all have golden eyes...

He looked again at each of the people again.

And they all have the same skin tone...

He noticed Bronzy looking at him again.

And he is glaring at me.

As soon as he thought it, Bronzy turned away and began to study his spoon.

Huh. I wonder if hey are not human.

Bronzy jerked in his seat and looked back at Dean.

What is his problem? Wait, is he reading my mind?

Again, Bronzy quickly looked away. Dean decided to test his theory.

Your armadillo wears ballet slippers!

Bronzy gave him a strange look. The rest of the table carried on like nothing happened.

Yup, he's reading my mind.

Bronzy looked nervously back at his spoon when he was suddenly hit with a fry from across the table. The big guy said something and then the whole table looked toward Dean.

What the crap! Bronzy didn't even say anything!

A second later. All six were on their feet and heading for the door. As they passed Bronzy leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"I would listen to your friend and stay away from my wife."

Dean gave him one of his classic smirks.

Don't you mean mate?

Bronzy glared back and was gone an instant later. Dean whipped out his cell phone to call Sam. There was something going on here and he was going to need help to figure it out.

Forks, WA is weird.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sam's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What could have shredded tennis shoes like that?

The thought echoed in Sam's head as he trailed the pick up farther and farther from town. He felt bad about ditching Dean like that, but there was something about these boys that didn't feel right. Not only were they all freakishly huge, but their clothes looked like they had been ripped apart. There was a long list of things strong enough from demons to werewolves, but the fact the boys were still wearing the clothes ... not many were that careless.

Just as he passed the sign, announcing his entrance into La Push, his cell phone rang. Checking the caller ID, he grimaced.

Crap. Dean's gonna be pissed.

"Hello?"

"Hey where are you?"

"Um ... La Push."

"La what?"

"It's an Indian reservation.

"What the crap are you doing there?"

"Well I followed the one teenager ..."

"The one that had the clothes you wanted?"

"He got into a truck with a couple other boys. Dean, their clothes looked like they had been ripped apart."

"Dude, why do you want torn up clothes?"

"They weren't torn up, they were ripped apart. Something really strong had to have done it."

"Like demonic possession strong?"

"Maybe ... or werewolf strong ... or vampire strong. It could be anything."

"So why the h$%^ are you going out there alone?"

"Because you were too busy watching America's Next Top Model."

"Yeah well ... I don't think they're human either."

"Dean you didn't ... try anything did you?"

"What?"

" ... if they aren't human and you make them mad ..."

His brother didn't answer.

"Dean?"

The silence on the other end was almost enough to make Sam turn his car around.

"Dean, what did you do?"

"Did I ... uh ... mention one of them is a psychic?"

"Which one?"

"The ... um ... husband."

"Dean!"

"How was I supposed to know Miss Hottie was married to Professor X!"

"Can any of the others do anything?"

"Yeah, because I totally walked up to them and asked them what their superpowers were."

Sam noticed the truck had stopped and the three teens were going into a house. He drove a block passed them and parked.

"Stealing cars Sam? In a Hick Town, Washington? That isn't very incognito of you."

"Bite me."

Sam watched the review mirror, and finally saw the groups of teenagers again right when they were entering the woods.

"I got to go."

"Need back up?"

"No, I think I'll be okay."

"Alright. Be careful Sammy."

"Dean, are you initiating a chick-flick moment?"

"B*&^%."

"Jerk."

Sam smiled as he hung up the phone. He checked his gun, and quietly followed the boys deep into the trees.

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