Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own/co-own Cheyenne and Brooke


Priest My Ass

At work one day, Cheyenne was busy getting men at the bar beers, when she looked up to see two very attractive men entering. She smoothed down her clothes and gave them a smile, her attention on the taller, brunette one. She wasn't the least bit interested in the shorter one, and wasn't aware that he was quite interested in her.

"What can I get you?" She asked the tall man, ignoring the flirtatious smile that the shorter one was giving her.

The taller man gave a double-take, expecting the girl to be flirting with his brother, and not the other way around. He smiled a little though at the beautiful blonde, and then shrugged a little.

"I'll just have a beer--him too." He told her, pointing to the man with him.

She nodded as she smiled. "A beer it is, Father."

The man raised an eyebrow, but then quickly remembered that he was dressed as a priest on this particular hunt.

"You get a lot of foot traffic in here?" The other man asked her, trying to weasel his way into the conversation as she handed them their beers.

Cheyenne shrugged. "On karaoke nights we get a lot of traffic. Other than that it's pretty normal. I'm Cheyenne."

"Sam." Sam told her, holding out his hand.

She took it but didn't shake it, just smiled at him and held it. He smiled back, and then the man next to him cleared his throat.

"This is my brother, Dean." Sam told her, taking his hand away, noting the frustration in Dean's voice.

Dean smiled at her. "Hey."

"What is that, religious talk?" Cheyenne asked.

Sam chuckled a little. "No...he's actually my brother--my older one to be exact."

"Ohhhh." Cheyenne said. "Well...what brings two religious men into a bar anyways? Isn't it like against your beliefs or something to drink?"

"Wow...this girl is sharp as a tack." Dean said, sucking his beer and then leaving the bar as Cheyenne scrunched up her nose.

"Was he making fun of me?" Cheyenne asked Sam.

Sam smiled. "Don't worry about him--he's a little cranky."

Cheyenne nodded and then some regulars came in that she needed to serve, but once she left the bar so did Sam. A little disappointed, Cheyenne finished her shift in a bit of a funk, and then she headed home to where Brooke was listening to angry music and ripping up papers.

"What did you do in here?! I just vacuumed!" Cheyenne said.

Brooke shot her a look. "Today was a terrible day!"

Cheyenne smiled a little. "I know a story that will make you feel sooooooo much better!"

Brooke sighed. "What kind of story?"

Cheyenne let out a squeal and then sat on the couch with her. She took her hands in hers, and Brooke raised an eyebrow.

"I met men today!" Cheyenne exclaimed. "Attractive, biblical, sexy men!"

Brooke laughed. "Biblical?"

"Oh, yeah...he was a priest." Cheyenne admitted.

Brooke laughed again. "Wow…a priest? You fell for a priest?!"

"I fell for, flirted with, and was hit on back, by a priest." Cheyenne said.

Brooke nodded. "Right...wow...whole new meaning to 'eternal damnation'."

Cheyenne looked shocked when Brooke got up and headed for the stairs.

"Don't you want to hear all about it?" Cheyenne asked her.

"Right now? Not particularly. Talk to me in the morning." Brooke explained. "I promise I will talk to you about it all in the morning. For now...I need sleep."

"Are you going to pick up first? Because I am not a maid." Cheyenne told her defiantly, thinking over what she said for a moment and then nodding profusely.

Brooke smiled. "I'll pick up in the morning. Goodnight, Cheyenne."

Before Cheyenne could even ask anymore questions or protest, Brooke was up the stairs and in her room. She had a really restless night, and then she woke up to the smell of fruity goodness wrapped in a breaded crust.

"Pop Tarts." Brooke smiled.

Brooke hurriedly got up and went downstairs, Cheyenne pouring her a glass of milk and putting two pop tarts on a plate for her. Brooke bit into one and Cheyenne smiled.

"Perfect Pop Tart consistency." Cheyenne announced, eating her own happily.

Brooke nodded. "So true. So...what about these priests?"

"Well one of them had a brother. I could totally hook you up once he and I get married and have babies!" Cheyenne announced.

There was a knock on the door and Brooke got up in the middle of making a face.

"I would rather lick a puss infected sore, than ever go out with--" Brooke said, but ripped the door open to see Sam and Dean standing there.

Dean grinned. "Hello. I'm father Simmons and this is Father Frehley."

Sam's face changed when he saw the anger and sadness on Brooke's face, but Dean kept going--until Brooke took off her shoe and started beating Sam with it, Cheyenne coming to the door.

"Priest my ASS, Sam Winchester! You son of a bitch! How could you? I hate you!" Brooke yelled, Sam blocking his face with his hands.

"Brooke! You can't swear in front of a priest!" Cheyenne told her, lowering her voice to a whisper. "You could go to Hell...down there."

Brooke growled and then composed herself. "I hate you, Sam Winchester."

"What? That's Sam?!? I told you he was hot!" Cheyenne said.

Dean looked at all there of them and then smirked. "I call the brunette."

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