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Sally sat up on the counter in the bathroom while Cyn used it. "What's that Sam guy and your story?"

"It's hard to explain." Cyn flushed. "Okay. This is newly found tension." She washed her hands. "Okay me and Sam both sorta liked each other, right?" Sally nodded. "Well it was all taboo according to Dean because of this crazy stuff that happened a long time ago. Then last night we hooked-up-"

"Like hooked up or 'hooked up'?"

"'Hooked up'"

"Oh."

"And it was my first time. And this morning he snuck back to his room and I woke up to Sam and Dean talking about me being 'basically jailbait' and I ran off. They found me but this gross guy wouldn't let me go and so they had to win me back in a game of pool." Sally gave a look. "I know. Anyways I think Sam and I could actually work but there's this whole 'can't have children together thing' but then this morning the saying 'no love without the glove' was floating through my head and I'm like 'Am I insane'?"

"Whoa."

"I know!"

"Wow that's rough. Why can't you have kids together?"

"Long story short time span to tell it we have to get to the table."

"Okay. What a mess."

"I know! Com'on."

"Let's go."

They sat down at the table right when the waitress sat down their food down. There was a really big chicken sandwich at Cyn's place with Dean between her and Sam and Sally on her other side.

"Anything else? Sir's? Madam's?" She said saying everything in one breath as always.

"Another round of drinks would be fabulous. Thanks sweetheart." Dean took a bite of his giant burger.

She made an excited noise and scurried off. "Why are you toying with her like that?" Cyn asked.

"Free drinks."

"Dean. She obviously likes you. Will you at least call her?"

"Maybe."

"That's evil." Cyn took a bite of her sandwich. "I mean you know you're charming and that's why you use it. That and you're an ass."

"Thanks." The waitress fluttered up and sat the drinks down in extra finesse.

"How is your meal?"

Dean took another bite. "Excellent. You out did yourself," He looked down at the napkin with her number on it. "Sharon."

"Thank you. I will tell the chef of your praises."

"You do that." She basically waltzed off.

"Dean, you should stop stringing her along." Cyn scolded.

"I will when I want to."

Cyn sighed. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes and took a bite.

"So, Sam and Dean where are you guys from?"

"Kansas."

"How about you, Cyn?"

"Louisiana."

"Oh. I thought I detected a hint of southern accent."

"I don't have the accent, honey, you do." She said in all seriousness.

Sally laughed. "Not much happens in this town. We pretty much do nothing while our mothers shop."

"I want to get in on that shopping racket."

"I could take you somewhere."

"Yeah, and then we can talk some more about you and me."

"Yeah that sounds nice. Sam and Dean what are you going to do?"

"Do you have a horse track?" She looked blank. "Pool bar? Poker?" Her expression looked the same. "A rock the looks like a die and a deck of cards?"

"Well there is this one place down town. But I don't go there anymore. There is a constant cloud of smoke from the weed they smoke. I can't stand it."

"Well, is it the only place?"

"Is there somewhere I can conserve my brain cells?" Sam asked.

"No."

"Let's go." Dean said rising from his seat.

"But I'm not done." Cyn said.

"Sharon?" She fluttered up. "Can we get some to go boxes, please? Thanks love." She rushed off. "Problem solved."

"You are so evil."

Dean smiled and raised his eyebrows up and down. "Comes with the job." Sharon ran up and handed him some to-go boxes.

"Here you go. I gave ya'll some mints. I hope you enjoyed your eating experience."

"Very much. And you made it better. Thanks beautiful."

"Your welcome." She said swinging her arms and shifting on her feet.

"Here's your tip." He handed her ten dollars.

"Oh! Thank you!"

"You are so wrong."

"What?" He said with a shrug. He put the money on the table. They walked to the car.

"Don't drink anything at Tom's." Dean laughed. "I'm dead serious. They slip weed into everything."

"I'm sure I can handle it."

"Whatever." They got in.

"So, Sally, tell us about how this whole thing started with the aging."

"Well the town is supposed to be cursed."

"What?" Cyn said.

"Why?" Sam said.

"Well, this is a relatively rich town and a couple years ago there was basically a whole crisis with homeless people. And the city didn't spend any extra money to fund shelters and public housing and they spilled over into the streets. And with the money they restored that fountain. Said it was a big deal and it had to be there. It's been bad luck since. I recently lost a friend to old age and deterioration of her bones. She was eighteen. I just don't get what is going on."

"Which way is the god forsaken store you want to go to."

"The left."

"Do you have any thoughts on this, Sam, Dean?"

"Should we talk about this in front of the-new friend?" Sam said.

"Why shouldn't we?"

"Fine, I believe some spirit or power is punishing the next generation of people in the town."

"I guess."

"We should drop them off then go to the nearest library or something."

"Why does she get a break?"

"So she can get information you dumbass."

"Whatever." Dean said holding his hand up in the general direction of Sam's face.

"You've been around teenage girls too much."

"You slept with one." Dean said under his breath. Sam cut him a dark look.

"Anywhoodools-" They heard Cyn say from the backseat.

"Anywhoodools?" Sam asked quietly.

"What store are we going to?"

"The mall."

"Cool." They road for a while with no one speaking until they reached the mall. "Later losers." Cyn said getting out of the car.

"Hey, watch it! I might not come back for ya'll if you keep it up."

"Sure, I believe that. We'll call." And she slammed the door.

"Why is she so headstrong now? I said we shouldn't pick up another teenager! Look what it turned her into."

"Dean, she was always like that."