Chapter 2: Meeting the Golden Girls
Dean pulled into the parking lot of the first motel they came to when they arrived in Miami. They moved into their room, unpacking the car of all the essentials. Dylan looked at Dean, and noticed that he looked nervous.
"Dean, what's the matter?" she asked, thinking maybe she already knew the answer. Dean glanced up at her.
"I'm nervous about meeting these friends of yours; demons I get, but people are crazy," he replied, a hint of panic in his voice. Dylan walked up to him, dropping the bag in her hands onto the bed. She took his hands in hers, and kissed him softly on the lips. He took his hands from hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist, tightly. She pulled back from the kiss, stroking his cheek.
"Feel better?" she asked him, grinning. He smiled at her, and nodded.
"You really know how to motivate a guy, you know that?" he asked. Dylan chuckled, and turned to go outside to the Impala's trunk. Sam had just shut the lid as Dylan got closer.
"Is that it, Sam?" she asked him, a small grin on her face. He nodded, his eyes squinting against the sunlight.
"Yea, that's it. Do you know where the nearest laundromat is? I wanna do a laundry run while we're here," he said. She smiled sweetly at him.
"I'll show you where its at on the way back to the motel later," she replied. Dylan was never one for teasing Sam, because he got enough of it from Dean for one, and she just didn't see herself that way. That was one of the tings Sam liked about her; she knew because he had told her that once. Dylan smiled at Sam, and turned to go back to the room, to find Dean placing his gun under his pillow where he usually kept it. Ge turned around, and saw Sam plop himself down on the bed, his arm over his eyes. Dylan couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy; that front passenger seat couldn't be easy to sleep in.
"Hey Sam," she said, tapping on his stomach. He looked over at her from under his arm. "You should take the backseat so you can lay down and take a nap," she told him. He smiled at her, gratefully.
"Thanks, Dylan, now are we going to see your friends?" he asked her, "I wanna meet these four women who make Dean nervous," he said, his eyes shifting from her to his brother. Dean rolled his eyes, and flipped the keys over in his hand.
"Alright, guys, you ready?" Dylan asked them, looking between the two brothers. Sam sat up off the bed, and yawned.
"Let's go," he said. Dylan patted his hand before standing and heading to the door, the brothers flanking her on both sides. Ir was a half hour drive to the girls' house, and Dylan's heart beat faster with excitement as the minutes ticked by. They pulled up into the driveway of the house that Dylan had visited so many times on her own. She'd missed the four of them, even Rose's St. Olaf stories. She got out of the car, and took in a deep breath; she couldn't believe how suddenly nervous she was. She took Dean's hand into her own as they walked towards the door.
"Dean, I hope you like cheesecake, they eat a lot of that in this house," she warned him, knocking on the front door. She held her breath and exhaled as the front door opened to reveal a short, elderly woman.
"Sophia," Dylan said, her voice sweeter than ever. She embraced Sophia, and noticed her daughter standing behind her, having had been sitting on the couch with a magazine. Sophia pulled back, and looked Dean and Sam up and down.
"Who are these two?" she asked. Dylan smiled at her. Sophia hasn't changed, she thought to herself.
"Hold on, Sophia, I'll get to that...Dorothy!" she called to Sophia's daughter, and embraced her tightly.
"Hello, sweetheart, how are you?" she asked in the same deep voice that Dylan remembered.
"I'm good, I've been so excited to see you guys," she told the tall woman. Dorothy smiled, and Dylan looked behind her to see Dean and Sam standing awkwardly by the door. "Dorothy, this is my boyfriend, Dean, and his brother, Sam. Meeting them is your first surprise, the second one will come later," Dylan explained. Just then, Blanche and Rose walked through the door that led to the kitchen.
"...because Rose, no man can resist my young, gorgeous body," Blanche was saying. Blanche hasn't changed either, Dylan thought.
"Dylan, honey, did you just get here?" Blanche asked, her southern accent standing out in the room. Dylan nodded, smiling at her and Rose, hugging them at the same time.
"Ooo, who are these gorgeous men in front of me?" she asked, spotting the nervous brothers. Dylan caught Dean's eye over Blanche's shoulder, and gave him a calming smile, and Dylan saw Dean's shoulders relax. Blanche accepted Dean's outreached hand. "I'm Blanche...Blanche Devereaux, and you are-"
"Taken," Dorothy said, cutting Blanche off. Blanche frowned as her ego took a minor hit, and then her face lit up with realization as she looked at Dylan, grinning widely. Dylan stepped up, and took Dean's hand in her own, interlacing their fingers together.
"Ladies, I would like to introduce you to my very own Prince Charming," she said, grinning. Rose stepped up, and stood next to Blanche and Dorothy.
"So, your name is Prince Charming, that's interesting," she said. Dylan shook her head, sighing. Dorothy and Blanche looked down, embarrassed.
"Rose, that's not his name, 'Prince Charming' was a metaphor. His name is Dean Winchester, and this," Dylan said, taking Sam by the hand, " is his younger brother, Sam," Dylan introduced, unable to hide the happiness she was feeling. Blanche took her by the hand, and led her to the hallway entry.
"Dylan, where did you find them? They are gorgeous," she said, a smile on her face. Dylan laughed.
"I didn't, they found me. I still have one more surprise for the four of you, I'll tell you at dinner tonight," Dylan said, a fresh feeling of excitement rushing through her.