'Cause Chickies Are The Champions
-3- again, this fic is for fiona. she's super brillant...and his could not have been done with out such a super terrific nutter. this fic is what happens when you mix crack with coke...lol.
"Sam, Sammy, are you okay?" Dean asked his brother, helping him stand up straight, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
Aw, now that's cute…Both girls seemed to think the same thought. Taking care of each other like that. Cuter than almost-honest politicians and ethical reporting in the media.
Sam looked uncomfortably from his brother, to the girls. He was screwed; Dean was going to kill him as soon as he got over his worry and realized that the visions were back. He wondered if it was too late to fake a demonic stomach bug…
Dean was pissed; Dean was really freaking scared and pissed. The visions were back, Sammy wasn't looking too good…Sam lied to him. He was going to save Sam's ass and then he was going to kick it into next year for pulling such a goddamn stupid stunt. They weren't supposed to be keeping secrets.
"Are they going to kill us?" Dean asked his brother, his voice plenty loud enough for the girls to hear.
"You know…you don't stop accusing us…" Courtney said, her voice taking on a deadly warning tone. "we're gonna take a trip to Arizona and you're gonna get friendly with a windego."
Dean wasn't sure if she was serious, but Fiona still looked awfully pissed. He would have figured…eh, it probably would be best either way not to tell her about all the money he'd won at the craps table.
"Was it giant squirrels, with big painted clown faces?" Fiona asked, shuddering in the fear it instilled in her. Damn squirrels…clown squirrels…nothing scarier than them. She'd take a werewolf any day over the squirrels. "Those are terrifying." She nodded her head, looking quite solemn.
"The coffee shop didn't close did it?" Courtney questioned.
Both girls were wearing the same matching look of fear.
Clown squirrels? Close coffee shops? That was what terrified these crazy chicks? Dean was quite disturbed by that…unbelievable. And they looked so normal on the outside…well, fairly normal.
He still couldn't believe that Sam gives him shit for being afraid of crashing planes…at least his made sense.
"'Cause that's normal." Dean remarked with a raised eyebrow as he looked at the girls.
"Hey!" Fiona objected, "Have you ever come face to face with the clown squirrels they're terrible…tried to steal my mind, they did…I got it back in the end though, didn't I? "
"Oh, yeah." Dean said, nodding his head in agreement, covering up his remark. "I was referring to the coffee…no one is terrified of not having their coffee."
Courtney's eyes narrowed, "I do not suppose you would like to try and take my coffee from me, would you? You can try…it'd be just like Russian roulette. Maybe I'll stab you in the face…maybe I won't, though chances are slim…maybe you'll take my coffee…you can try…"
"Uh…uh…" Damn it, Dean thought, he had been so sure she was the sane of the two.
"I don't recommend it." Fiona said, "She's got good aim."
Dean turned to Sam…dealing with this right now clearly seemed to be the lesser of two—three?—evils.
"Sam, what the hell is going on? Was that a vision?"
"If not…he's got some funnies going on in that pretty floppy hair head of his." Fiona noted with a grin.
Sam and Dean both turned to look at her with a odd look on their faces. These girls were scary crazy.
Dean turned back to Sam, he wasn't going to be dissuaded…he could not BELIEVE that Sam had been lying to him.
"How long has this been going on for?" Dean demanded.
"Since…" Sam paused, his brother was going to kill him, "Um…remember when we found that rabbits foot?"
"My rabbit's foot?" Fiona questioned.
"No." Dean said, "A different rabbits foot…a not so lucky one."
"Oh, so your just going along stealing everyone's foots, aren't you?" Fiona said. "Plus, I told you mine was the only real, lucky one." She smirked, quite pleased with herself.
"Feet." Sam corrected when she was finished.
She looked at him confused, and that didn't happen very often as it is quite hard to confuse and already very confused person.
"Its bad grammar." He noted.
"Do they call them lucky rabbits feet?" She questioned.
Sam and Dean both shook their head, and Dean really wished she'd put her gun away…both of them actually. He was thinking that maybe when all of this was over…there should be a law: crazy women shouldn't be allowed to hold guns; it was much to frightening of a thought for him. It terrified him to no ends, between Courtney and her knife throwing, and Fiona and her trigger happy-ness…a guy could get himself killed quite easily.
"That's right, they are lucky rabbits foots…now go on with the story, when did you start getting visions again?"
"This is quite a good story," Courtney whispered, "Shame we don't have no popcorn, or chocolate or something…"
"Chocolate covered strawberries…" Fiona added, "Some coffee, it'd be quite nice."
"Yeah," Courtney agreed, "I don't suppose we can continue this somewhere with chocolate and coffee, perhaps popcorn…good stories need food sometimes."
"I think this is one of those sometimes." Fiona agreed.
"Crossroads demon, Dean..." Sam said.
"Crossroads demon?!" The girls exclaimed in unison.
Both brothers jumped in surprise, the outburst somewhat surprising.
"I hate that bitch!" Courtney exclaimed.
"Yep, she's a nasty one." Fiona agreed, "We'd been wanting to hunt her…but she'd disappeared. She's fun to hunt…good back and forth, she's good for a funny or two when you're after her.
"You want to hunt her?" Dean questioned, "Are you completely crazy? You could lose your soul, you know that?"
"We're aware." Courtney said.
"We have protection." Fiona said, "We're un-touch-a-ble."
"She can't get us." Courtney added.
"Yep." Fiona nodded her head, "Because…you know why?" She asked in a hushed tone.
The brother shook their head…these girls were…they didn't have a vast enough vocabulary to describe what these girls were.
"Because…" Fiona and Courtney looked from one to the other, to the boys, and back, then threw their arms up playfully.
"Because…we are the champions. We are the champions!" They sang dancing around the boys in circles. "We are the champions! No time for losers 'cause we are the champions!"
With all the circling around the girls were doing Dean was getting dizzy. Singing, female, demon hunters…it was like being in some scary parallel world. Was there a djiin anywhere?
The girls collapsed to the ground in dizzy laughter, like little kids after playing ring-around-the -rosie.
"They're not right in the head are they?" Dean asked, Sam. "Are they?"
"I have no idea." Sam replied in shock.
They went over to give the girls a hand up.
"We'll help ya hunt her." Fiona said, "Just gotta go back to the flat, get ya boys some protection…make sure she doesn't suck out your souls."
"you have things to protect against, losing your soul to a crossroads demon?" Sam questioned excitedly, could they really have found such a thing. Could this be what he'd been searching for.
"No way." Dean said, "It's not possible."
"Its not is it?" Fiona questioned,, "I believe you said the same thing 'bout a certain thumper's foot…BEFORE YOU KNICKED IT!"
Dean shrunk back guiltily.
"Bad boy." Courtney shook a finger in Dean's face, "Don't you know that geniuses are always right?"
"Dean. No." Sam said, "Just, don't talk. Please."
"Well, lets do this." Sam told the girls.
"No sticky fingers." Fiona warned him.
"He won't touch anything." Sam promised her, "I promise you."
"Fine." Fiona said, "If he takes anything…I'm keeping you."
Sam blushed, "so, how about that protection?"
"You move fast." Fiona laughed, "I like it, Winchester."
Sam turned beet red.
Dean groaned, no fair, he thought, he was supposed to make the sexual innuendo jokes.
"I hope the monkey made more coffee." Courtney said.
"Monkey?" Dean asked, Sam hadn't even noticed she'd spoken alternating between staring at Fiona and contemplating if that was an invitation or…not.
"We trained the monkey to make coffee." Courtney explained, "It was tough, he had a lot of troubles with the buttons."
"We named him Dean." Fiona smirked.
Naturally, Dean groaned, this hunt was going to be hell.
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