Hey guys, i was really sooooooooooo overwhelmed with how the reviews turned out last time lol

thanks to you guys...i was expecting 'your weird' or 'what the kinda crazy are ya' but i got positive hehehe

MANY GREAT thanks to cjay- awwwwwwwwwwww hun you didn't have to review and yet, you did and survived the crazy-ness hype, lol thanks so much hun and i hope you like this as much!

and to the fabulous!!!!!!!!! Courtney hun hehehhehe lol your review made me laugh and love you so much hehehehe lol

still im smiling thanks guys

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okay on with chappy two, slightly shorter...but still the random loony-ness the whole fic wil kinda have hehehhehe

talk about a ramble...yeesh! hehehe

Warning: language! and smut...a few adult images...lol

Disclaimer: I don't own em'...just a flea...and i lost him now too :(...wails

Dedicated: again to my Courtney babes hehehe...lol...marry you some Dean lol

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Previously...

"Would you rather have...a bum on your forehead or feet on your chin?" Fiona asked straight faced, two finger flexing from her chin.

Sam burst into laughter.

"Oh..i'm glad you find it funny, i'm in a dilemma!" Fiona laughed.

A smash from the store brought them back inside to pots and pans lying and rolling around the floor.

Fiona snorted angrily. "FUCKIN' GHOST, STUPID SHIT!!!!...i'll rip your nipples off and feed them to the flea, ghost or no ghost you will feel pain one way..." She picked up half a wok. "Or another..." her voice deepened.

NOW...

"Sam?..." Fiona asked.

"Yeah?" Lifting his head from resting on his arms, Sam frowned at Fiona, it was well past 6:00 and he was getting restless.

"How long can they put up with eachother?"

"What?"

"Well...I mean they've been at it for three and half hours mate! what are we 'sposed ta' do, eh?"

A very highly unauthoradoxed thought flitted through their heads. Well...that would pass the time nicely...

"How 'bout a coffee?" Fiona poured Sam a large mug when he nodded. Changing the subject, Sam started to change methods, maybe learn a little more.

"Soooo..." Sam drawled. "Have you and Courtney known each other long?"

"Are you, jus' tranna' change the subject cos' you don't wanna' think of em' having sex?" Fiona smiled at Sam's reddoning cheeks.

"I don't really want to think about it...but thanks"

"I never said i wasn't prude...I say it like it is"

A bell chimed from the doorway and cheery traveller entered. "Hey..." he smiled.

"Are you the guy Vincent sent?..." Fiona rasied her eyebrows and spoke hushed.

At the mans obviuos disstress Fiona continued.

"Good, cargo's round back. Black sack just like he ordered, try not to get bits all ova' this time...and bring me back a fresh one- we need new bodies for the burgers"

"Wh...what?" The man stammered, reaching for the door.

"Remember, cops are onto us... make he gets back to the morgue"

The man had left the diner with a 'ding' before she'd finished her sentence.

Sam scoffed, and glanced wide-eyed at Fiona.

"What?...I didn't want any customers" She blinked.

"You freaked the guy out shitless, he's gonna' go to the cops now"

"Nahhhh...got friends in high places"

"Really, a cop?"

"No...cousin, works in' radio tower...really high up"

Sam laughed, dimples staining his cheeks. "Your bad" He smiled.

"And i'm an ass...wahey! i'm a badass" She held her hands up and cheered.

"Better get started in on the donuts"

"why?" Sam asked, ready for the crazy answer he knew she'd cook up.

"Cos' I like em' and Courtney eats em' all...here" She held the dish out and they shared the donuts. "C'mon, I don't diet...i'm like a hamster, i'll eat till I DIE!"

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Meanwhile...a lil' somethin' somethin' was going down...way down in the shed celler.

Clothes were strewn across the floor, heavy breathing still echoed around the dark room and every creature critter within a ten mile radious came out to watch the show.

Moans could be heard next, and shuffling. The rats turned their heads left at an angle and all seemed to squeek at the show.

Rat 1- Well...how do you get a leg...that far up, we should try that

Rat 2- No, thats not her leg...wait..it is her leg...thats impossible

Rat 3- I should have brought food

Rat 4- Wow, this is better than the channal all the guys watch in that big mansion, with the bunny people...

Rat 5- Are you sure that's her leg, cos' he's...ugh...well, thats imprinted in my memory forever

Rat 6- You don't say...when will they stop!

Rat 1- How many of us are you writing about!...your making us watch this...it's torture!

Rats- I second that...

Ok fine, i've had enough of Dean saying the writings wrong, and you n' all...do what you want, write your own god damn rat story...

We will!

Earnie, run for your life!

Each rat ran outwards, paws covering their eyes.

Don't make me face it again...NOOOOOOOO

One day, a long long time ago...last week, a rat named Earnie saw a sausage, this particluar sausage was just right. It had peppers and herbs and the marvelous spices-

No, you lot are not writing about finding a sausage!...this ain't a cook-show, go where ya' like, i'm taking back over this story.

You can't do that, were characters now, we've been created!

I can just as easily add a few giant nuclear reacted cats that eat tanks...you'll be running for the rest of your pages!

...Feed us and you got a deal!

FINE...all the rats found a huge never-ending dumpster and ate like they were kings, they lived happily ever after.

Right...back on track, ooh yeah.

While the rats were checking out the scene, And ruining my story! Courtney and Dean had lots...and lots of fun.

Breaking a sweat, yeah and that was an easy thing to do when your half naked and pouncing on one another.

Courtney gazed longingly into Dean's eyes, the kiss he'd just given making her literally see stars.

Dean caught the glance and returned his flirtatious wink and curved lip.

Oh..my..god...I cant believe i'm here, with this guy!..he's amazing

She's totally hot stuff...wait 'til Sammy finds out about this, oh..she's looking at me, god that's a beautiful smile...let's show her a lil' of mine...

Wait a minute...am I hearing things...could've sworn that was Dean's voice...

Courtney!...what?...you heard me?

DEAN...your in my head!

Well, so are you...how is this possible...By the way this is so kinky...haha

I don't know...there's enough mystic mojo in here, spells and protection charms, some stuff's buried...

Well, how long does it last...can we hear other people...?

No, I think it's just in here and now...i don't know, what if were stuck like this!!

Then we won't have to come down here...we could go anywhere and I wouldn't have to tell you where to-

Yeah, Dean get the picture...should we try it...now?

Hell yes!

Erm, ok...what you just did, but longer...

Ok, and what your doing...just a lil' to the left...

GREAT!

"Sooooo...when will they bloody give up?" Fiona asked. "I'm gettin' bored sat 'ere!"

"Watch TV or somethin'...I dunno, I'm starting to feel left out-Oh not like that, no, no. No." Sam reddoned, and cast his eyes down.

"TV or somethin', eh?" She laughed.

Switching the TV on behind the counter, a documentary of sharks came on and Fiona scoffed.

"These sharks, don't kill people on purple or for prey- they are simply curious species that define what we are by taking a small bite as humans on the surface resemble seals, which is part of a sharks-" The TV channel changed.

"Yeah, small bites eh'...trouble is a small bite for a shark...is my bloody TORSO!" Fiona pointed over her whole upper body, wide-eyed.

"Yeah..." Sam laughed and clapped a hand on the counter.

"Next shows on about ferrets...now there's an international supernatural sex icon...oooh those fluffy fuckers..." She ruffled her hair and extended her hands above her head and outward.

"Are you always like this?...Courtney too?" Sam asked, frowning.

"Yeah, 'course we are mate...were as compatible as a beard of peas" She winked.

"Right" Sam nodded.

"Well we'd have to use some kinda' syrup to make it stick...-were like you and Dean, catch my drift?"

"Oh, ok...I mean I guess we have our crazy days"

"Exactly! everyday is a crazy day" She poured herself another cup of coffee "This helps" And she took a swig. "Ahhhh"

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so much of that then" Sam reached forward for the cup she was holding, but met resistance.

"Get, your paws off my caffiene" Her eyes were glaring and voice calmly serious, if looks could kill...Sam would be rigamortoused right now -spelt that wrong!

"I'm, sorry...sorry, just...I won't touch it again" Sam stumbled as he slipped off the chair, hands held high,surrendering.

"Good, that'l do nicely" Fiona rubbed a hand over her face ans sighed. "Sorry for snapping, it's what keeps me upright through the day"

"No problem, Dean's kinda' the same. he erm...he...thinks I drink sissy coffee, latte's and frappacino's"

"Well, 'av a good stiff brew of stone pure coffee, keeps you awake for weeks if you do it right"

"Really?"

"As real as fake water" Fiona winked.

Sam frowned...How could you?...no, it wasn't possible...water, fake?...maybe it's another joke...oh gad she's smiling again...

"Ha ha, imagine that...calling your baby snappy, might call the brother nibble and tree face...or Melinda and darth-baby..." She rubbed her chin.

She was talking to herself...oh god, is she serious?...I can never tell?

"Ya' look a bit confused there pal?...like an hamster swimming in the olympics, not natural"

"ofcourse, a hamster"

"I stood on mine once...didn't die for bloody years"

"Poor thing" Came the whispered reply.

The side clock dinged seven times, and Fiona sighed with a growl. "Damn ghost's gonna start again, you coming for cover, it'll be pissed now"

"Sure, where do we go?" Sam followed her to the kitchen.

"Go where ya' bloomin' like, I'm in 'ere" She opened the lid of the horizontal industrialedised freezer and climbed in.

Sam stared, dumbfounded. "Your.." he pointed blatently.

"Hell yeah, go get your own hiding spot!" She sat on the misting ice and slammed the lid shut.

A spoon hurtled at the freezer and a muffled. "Don't just stand there, find somewhere n' hide!" came from the furntiture- are freezer's considered furniture, I mean you don't at at one, or sit on them...you can hide in them and sleep...but...then...oh nevermind.

Sam spun and scoured the area to fit his tall frame for protection, the knives were gonna' start mincing cupboards again and he didn't want to be butchered by flying kitchen objects.

Just not the Winchester style of going.

Pulling the thick oak double doors leading to another room open and swinging behind it, back against the wall, Sam covered his body with the door just as a forked prong dug itself into the furnishings.

"Phew..."

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The diner door bell 'dinged' as the couple entered.

"Jeez...where the hell are they?" Dean asked, hair dishelvelled and pale lip imprints around his lightly flushed face.

"I dunno'...looks like our friendly casper struck again" Courtney replied, tucking black strands of hair behind her ears and smoothing out her shirt.

Dean read the back of her dark blue layered shirt. "All media- get fucked...I like it" Dean rubbed his chin.

Courtney laughed and soun around. "They can be real dick's, won't leave people alone even when they want peace...ever wonderd what makes an angry spirt, there ya' go" She smiled sadly.

Facing the woman he'd loved, Dean couldn't help the smirk dancing on his lips. her hair was across her face and her black tight jeans were inside out.

"It's a nice look for ya'" he laughed.

"Oh yeah...well I like your look. Messy, make-up and mashed" She pointed at her kiss marks and ruffled his hair.

"mashed?"

"You look like you had a five-day bender, C'mon lets find Sam...I think you should zip up first though"

Dean's face was swallowed in red, "Dammit, that's what the old ladies laughed at...?"

Entering the kitchen, Courtney walked amoung the dishes and broken plates, burger's on the walls and coffee that spilled acros the floor.

"FUCK THE WORLD!" Courtney yelled. "You laid up, nothing-no-good, trout kissing, goat firing chost! what the hell...MY COFFEE!!!!"

Dean ran toward the screaming...or angry curses and killer threats, maybe he should stand back.

Am I afriad now... seriously gotta' learn how to write...Me, scared?...ha!

Well, knives are around her ans she's really mad...and she's so gonna' yellow eye's your ass if you annoy her...but sure by all means, go on in.

Well she's a woman, I don't want to disturb the private moment-

"DEAN"

"Yeah...?" Dean panted, slightly scared.

"No coffee, can you believe the asshole!"

"Wow, you sound like Fiona earlier...you ok?"

"No, i've got NO coffee...nothing...you HAVE to get rid of that ghost, do anything" Courtney breathed in deeply. "Gotta' fin the guys"

Dean led the way through each hall in the kitchen and came to a small corner, cupboards and a freezer were kept, he walked to the edge and glanced at the nooks and crannies. "Sam?"

He turned around and passed the freezer when he heard a rustle. Glancing back, there was no-one.

The freezer lid suddenly swung open and hit the wall, Fiona sat up like a vampire in a coffin and jumped to a standing posistion.

Dean paled and jumped back with a cry...Aw, don't tell them...i'll be good...-he screamed in sheer terror, I'm telling a story, but out!

Thanks...real brave...I hate you!

Well, the feeling's mutual...just cos' you can outscream Micheal jackson...

"God...well what you gonna' do?...help me out me testicals are about to drop off and I can't feel my face" Fiona lifted out of the freezer, a white forst glazing her upper lip and eyebrows.

"Ha ha, you look like the sensai out of killbill Fiona..." Courtney said waling up to the two.

"Wha...you...hid, in the freezer...what?" Dean scrabbled back up the wall and straightened himself out.

"Protected me didn't it?"

"Yeah but you could've died" Dean said, shocked.

"I had provisionals" Fiona smirked, crusting the ice.

"Like what?" Dean nearly yelled.

"Frozen pea's and ice...water if you taste it long enough-i'm all set"

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked, brave facade back.

"I dunno'...he ran to the kitchen...heard a door go"

Dean made his way into the kitchen again, meeting double ajoining doors he stopped and called out to his brother. "Sammy?"

A large, firm grip landed on Dean's shoulder and he shrieked forward.

Sam's hand was outstretched frm behind the heavy doors and muffled "Dean, Can you help me here?"

"Whao...Sammy, you nearly gave me another heart attack man...don't do that!" Dean pulled on the door but it was...stuck?

"Dean, there's a knife kinda' pinning it to me and the wall, I've tried pushing!"

"Hold on", Dean reached up and yancked on the knife that went all they way to the handle, through the wood."Did it get you?"

"Nope, but the clothes aren't so lucky" Sam said, and pushed against the freed gaint knife target.

Dean patted him on the back and walked back through to the kitchen, where Courtney and Fiona were giggling.

"Oh god" Dean muttered.

"Hi Dean...so...what did you two get up to?" Fiona nudged her friend.

Sam laughed and winked at Dean.

"Your becoming one of them" Dean sneered.

"Aye he is..." Fiona and Sam's high five echoed into the diner.

Courtney frowned, she was never going to live this down...

SORRY it took so long guys, but i gotta get it up and posted quick!!! lol

more sooooooooooooon, lol hopefuly by sunday, again...but things happen, mums cut off connections...and well...

hope you enjoyed guys hehe...even crazier banter in chappy 3!!!!

it involves a zoo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

thanks hun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx - Courtney thanks for bearing with me hehe xxxxxxxxxxxxlol