AN: Okay. I have to ask: Was my love scene in Crimson good? I'm really nervous about that. Anyways, WOOO! First finished story! Awesome! And I also have to ask, Does anyone know if Supernatural is coming back? Well thanks, Love you much,
-Shesweet!
Sam and Dean drove down the street looking for Cyn. "That girl is loony."
"I just feel so bad about this whole thing."
"How were you supposed to know? What kind of nineteen year old is a virgin?"
"Dean. I knew she was and she said she was ready. But I don't know that she was."
"Sam, we will find her and you will talk to her. Even though I told the both of you not to do that." Dean shook his head. "I knew this would happen."
"Thanks for making me feel worse about it." Dean looked over at him and back to the road. They saw the first place in a while. "Look!" It was a bar and they knew that Cyn would be tired and thirsty and would stop there. Sam and Dean walked in and looked around. The place was dark and looked like a biker bar. Cyn was sitting at the bar. She was drinking something out of a shot glass and some guy was chatting her up.
"Here I go." Sam said taking a deep breath he walked over to her. "Hi Cyn."
"It's Bess." She said flatly swirling her finger around the rim of the glass.
"Oh sorry, Bess. Well when you see Cyn, you tell her I'm sorry and I'm perfectly fine with last night and she has nothing to worry about."
"Well, Cyn doesn't want to talk to you. I am talking with my pal, Chris."
"And I'm not going to let her go." He cackled. Dean looked puzzled.
"Maybe I should talk to Cyn." Dean said to Sam and he nodded. "Cyn-I mean Bess, why don't you come back to the hotel so we can talk?"
"Chris, will you by me another drink?"
"I sure will Bess."
"Cyn-" Dean said putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Leave me alone!"
"But-"
"You heard the lady."
"I think I know her a bit better, I've known her longer."
"How long."
"Over eight minuets, which is more I can say about you! You dent in the forehead hick." Chris took a swing Dean hitting him in his cheekbone. Dean hit Chris in his eye.
"Chris it's okay! I know them!"
"Hey!" The female bartender said pulling a shotgun from behind the bar and clicking it then pointing it at them. She was probably about sixty with silver hair. "No fighting! Settle it with some pool, boys."
They were both breathing hard. "Yes ma'am."
"Fifty on the table. Each of you. And the pretty little lady over here." She said.
"Why not a hundred?" Dean said. They put a hundred each on the table.
"Shake on it." She said slapping her hand on the bar. Dean and Chris shook hands.
"Oh, Dean. What if you lose? It's no telling what that guy'll do to her."
"How could I lose?"
"Don't fuck this up!" Sam said. He walked over to Cyn watching for her fate.
"Sam, I'm sorry about this whole thing. I guess I was just a little-insane. The realization had sunk in by this morning. And you had left. I guess I was a little surprised."
"Listen Cyn, don't worry. Dean's good at this." He gave her half a hopeful smile. "And I'm sorry for leaving but I stayed a lot of the night."
"Thank you for even caring about me." They wrapped their arms around each other and held on.
"Corner pocket." Dean said. He hit the ball against another and another ball and they all went in.
"Sam, do you feel guilty about what happened?"
"A little but I digress, Dean is whoopin' ass."
"Yeah, in yo face! Uh huh! I killed you! You dead! You bleedin'! You layin' there! I got yo money and Cyn back! Uh huh! You suck!" Dean sang dancing around. "Let's go yall." Cyn breathed a sigh of relief. They walked out to the car and got in.
"Dean, thank you, you loveable jerk hole."
"Your welcome. You can't say anything good about me can you?"
"Nope." She smiled pleasantly. "Especially since it was your heartless brainless remark that got me in a pool game."
"Okay true, but-" He put a finger up in protest. "I can't think of anything to prove you wrong."
"See, there's nothing there. You think too much with your little brain," She pointed to his crotch. "Instead of your very little brain!" She pointed to his head.
Dean looked confused and turned to Sam. "Did she just call me stupid?"
Sam looked tired. "Yes Dean. But you're not you just don't apply yourself-to anything. But women of course."
"Yeah! See, I'm not stupid. I just didn't go to Stanford like psychic boy over here."
Cyn sighed. "Fine you're not stupid. You're just-blonde."
"I'll take that. I'm blonde, blondes are cute."
"Can I have my share of the money, Einstein?"
"What?"
"Dude, I was in a game of pool. I think I should get a little of the money."
"Fine. But I still don't understand why you had sex with him. I'm so much hotter." He said handing her forty-five dollars.
"He's complex and cute. And this doesn't make you my pimp." She said with a giggle and waving her money.
"Complex? What's so complex about him?"
"He understands the hard things I've been through and I'm going through now."
Dean cocked his head. "Like…"
"Like the ESP thing and-"
"And the virginity thing? Sam you must have been desperate to get laid. Having sex with an obvious virgin? You dumb-ass."
"Dean. Shut-up she's sitting right there."
"So? She knew better than anybody she's a virgin." Dean said speeding down the road.
"Was. Was a virgin."
"Did he suck? I'd bet he sucked." Sam looked mad. "I'm kidding man. But was she tight like rumored-" He said in a whisper.
"Dean!"
"Well, enquiring minds want to know."
"Shut the hell up." Sam changed the radio. "And I wouldn't tell you anyways. It was a very special moment for Cyn."
"Sam, you're acting like she finally got the gold star sticker in Ms. Grace's first grade class not getting down and dirty."
"I'm right here. Hello? It is a big deal. Maybe it's different for boys, but for girls it's a once in a lifetime memorable experience-you're just an asshole!"
"Cyn it's the same-"
"For you." Dean sad under his breath.
Sam cut Dean a look. "The same for boys, too. It's just been a long time since Dean lost his he's forgotten about the meaningfulness of it-the beauty."
"Not everything. Has. A meaning, Sam."
"But this does."
"You guys sound like dorky psychologist parents trying to teach me the facts of life." Sam and Dean looked back at Cyn. Dean looked infuriated. Sam looked bored.
"You're right Cyn. We're talking about you like you're not there. Dean's wrong too." Dean looked at Sam.
"I'm driving. I will kill us."
"Dude, you're getting a little extreme, aren't you?"
"Yeah, you're right-for once. I was kidding, anyways."
"You are such an-ass-?" Cyn said looked at the passing people. It was a girl, who looked about twenty, then she looked again and she was wearing clothes that a forty year old would wear and the woman was walking with a woman about forty five-ish. But she was wearing hip huggers and a peasant top. She looked at her demeanor and walk and they all said seventeen. "Look at that? Something looks weird about that, doesn't it look wacky?"
Sam looked at the people lined up on the street. They all looked in their thirty's or forty's but they were playing football very roughly. "Yeah, it does. What the-" A women that looked almost twice Dean's age ran up and wrapped her leg around a forty year old and they started to French kiss.
"Old people love." Dean made a nod.
"No something about them looks about my age." Sam said.
"You're old, man."
"Shut up Dean. There's something weird going on." Cyn said looking out the window at the mid-Spring sun on young graying heads.
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying it looks like a supernatural problem."
"Fucking fantastic!"
"Big word for ya, huh?"
"Cyn." Sam said warningly.
"I'll behave mother."
Dean laughed. "She called you mother."
"You have a sick since of humor, Dean."
Suddenly a women-a girl-a chick ran out in front of them crying and spouting non-sense. Dean stopped just in time and the girl beat on the hood of the car. "Please sir, let me in your car! I have to get away from here!"
"Dean let her in! She obviously needs help." Cyn said leaning forward.
"She's a crazy." Dean said turning around and looking at Cyn with large eyes.
"She's probably not."
"Probably! I don't like those odds!"
"Let her in, Dean." Sam said reaching back and unlocking the door next to Cyn. He nodded at her and she ran around the side.
"Honey, are you okay?" Cyn asked. The girl started to sob.
"I'm a freak! Look at me!" She held up a piece of dark brown and grey streaked hair.
"What happened?" Cyn said offering her shoulder. "What's your name?"
"Sally Norris. And I'm aging too quickly and my mom just told me that the doctors can't do anything to stop it. I mean I look in my forty's but I'm only seventeen."
"You're seventeen? Why are you aging so quickly? Do you have a disorder that causes that?"
"Uh-uh. Nope I don't but mother is prancing around without a grey in her head."
"When did this start?"
"It started gradually from thirteen and I've seen so many specialist that I should just live in a van so I can go. In-state, Out-of state, East coast, down south, Arizona, Arkansas I've been everywhere and now mom is suggesting England."
"Poor thing. I'm Cyn and that's Sam and Dean. We can help you or at least I'm willing to. I don't know about you guys but you can let me out if you don't want to, I'll figure it out."
Sam licked his lips. "I'm in. Dean?"
"Fine, but if she's a crazy." Dean said under his breath and made a fist.
"Don't worry about him, he's just a Dink!"
Sally laughed. "You're funny, Cyn."
"So, is there anywhere we can go for lunch? I just recently acquired some money-" Sam snorted. "And I'm willing and starving."
"Well there's a nice little bistro on the corner of Spiral and 1st."
"Oh-kay." Dean made a turn.
"Sally, dear, why were you running?"
"My boyfriend just broke up with me. He was my first. That's who I was running from."
"I know how you feel." Cyn glared at Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes and made a sound. "Whoa! Tension much?"
Cyn pursed her lips. "Not worth talking about." She said with a bite in her voice. Sam rolled his tongue along the inside of his mouth.
"Woo! Fun! It's like being picked up by a soap opera." They passed a really big fountain. "That's St. George Fountain. A big tourist attraction for this town. There's another one too. In the hills."
Dean pulled up to the bistro. "Is this it?"
"No, but this place is okay. Come on in. I know the owners. They're a cute little old Ma and Pa couple." Dean pursed his lips.
"Those are the couples who cheat a bluzillion people out of money on Montel."
"You are such a fruit." Cyn said opening the door to the restaurant. They sat down to eat and the waitress, who was good looking and young except she had a streak of grey.
"What would you like?"
"I would like a grilled chicken salad." Said Sally.
"A burger." Sam said.
"A burger-with EVERYTHING." Dean said.
"I want the biggest ass chicken sandwich you have." And Cyn handed the menu back to the waitress.
"Okay. Anything to drink for yall?"
"Diet coke I guess." Sally pouted at the fact she wasn't old enough to drink.
"Beer."
"Beer."
"Mud Slide."
"Hello?" Sam said to Cyn.
"May I see some ID from you ma'am?"
"Here." Cyn handed her the ID in her bra.
"Coming right up Miss Boguardi." The waitress walked away.
"Why did you do that?"
"I need a drink. I've had a weird week."
Sam sighed. "Why did Delilah let you get that?"
"We had to go to a club once."
"And you still use it?"
"Of course. Once good ID always a good ID."
"I know that's right." Dean said sipping the beer the waitress had just sat down. He winked and flashed a smile at her and she blushed and giggled.
"Thank you ma'am." Sam said.
"Uh-huh. Don't mention it." She winked back and walked away.
"I think she liked me."
"Don't flatter yourself." Sam said taking a swig.
"I'm not." He flashed a napkin. "Her number."
"Oh lordy." Cyn said rolling her eyes and drinking some of her Mud Slide.
"Don't you care that she's drinking?"
Dean shrugged and tilted his head. "Meh, she's not my daughter. And I'm sure she knows how to hold her liquor."
"Then how do you know each other?"
"Uh-business partners?" Sam said.
"Notch in his belt." Cyn said into her glass.
"Friends-acquaintances-buds."
"Ohh-kay. Sally drank some diet coke.
"I gotta pee." Cyn said standing.
"Want me to come with?" Sally said rising in her chair.
"Sure." They walked away.
"Why do women do that?" Dean said.