Last time
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"Right," Dean said suddenly. "Well, let's go get something to eat and then you girls can tell your selves about us.
"But before anyone left…
"SHOTGUN!"
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One hell of a car ride

"Hey, I called shotgun, bitch!"

"No, I did!"

"But I like his car! And I was the one who introduced you to Supernatural!"

"Well, I'M OLDER!"

Reneey and Lyn looked at each other, ready to fight. The boys looked on with curiosity. Just then, when they thought that the two were sure to rip each other's throats out, they ran.. but, unfortunately, they ran straight into a wall.

"FUCKING HELL!"

"DAGNABBIT! Well.. at least we can't feel pain..."

Lyn poked her broken arm and looked at Reneey. "How come neither of us saw that wall?" she asked, a little annoyed.

"I don't know... OMG! WE WENT BLIND!"

"You girls are gonna be the death of us," Dean muttered as the guys went to the car, leaving the girls behind.

"Wait a sec, Lyn! I thought you thought it was a bad thing to feel pain!"

"Pain's a good thing, Rea," Lyn answered with a sigh. "Some sort of natural defense thingamabob that makes you avoid dangerous situations. Hurts like the devil, though," she added with a grin, "but I think that's the point. Anyway, let's go before they leave without us. And I think Sammy there got shotgun while we were arguing over it."

Reneey scrambled to get up and ran over to the car with a stream of curses escaping her mouth as she went. Sam smirked at Reneey, who sent him a hiss as she sat down in the back seat.

Lyn sat down next to her, on the passenger side of the car, and rolled her eyes. "Really, Rea," she said in that superior manner she got when she was proven right, "this just goes to show you: the older one gets to ride shot-gun"

Reneey shot her a look, like she always did when Lyn went all superior on her. The boys just laughed.

"Yeah, well.. Dean's the only one allowed to call Sam Sammy," she mumbled as the car started.

"Like all the fangirls -- namely, you -- don't, anyway," Lyn said with a shrug. Then she added to the guys, "So where are we going?"

"A restaurant.. McDonald's, for you kids," Dean smirked. He loved to tease Sam for being younger, and now that the two girls had come into the picture -- well, just think of all the teasing he'll get to do!

Suddenly eyeliner pencils from Reneey's pockets, and normal ones from Lyn's, came pelting into the front seat and hit Dean.

"Whoops, sorry," the girls yelled together. "We so totally meant to do that!"

Sam burst out laughing, and Dean hit him playfully. Lyn and Reneey looked at each other, shrugged, and started to have a cat fight.

"You know, Dean," Lyn said loudly as she continued to slap Reneey's hands, "if you keep this up we'll get into ANOTHER accident!"

"Cat fights in the car!" Reneey yelled, whacking Lyn back.

"Hey," Lyn said with a grin, "Now that we can't feel pain, we might as well have some fun with it."

Reneey smirked. "Ya know," she said, "I think it's time to show people what they get to messing with hell bitches!" And she looked at Sam with a grin.

"Ooh, I'm afraid of a thirteen-year-old and a sixteen-year-old," Sam mocked with a roll of his eyes.

"You should be afraid... very, very afraid," Lyn said with an evil cackle.

Sam just kept rolling his eyes.
Lyn's green eyes narrowed and she suddenly reached up and whacked HIM in the back of the head. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to make fun of an Irish girl?" she asked, annoyed. "Or, well, a hell-key-whatever girl who was raised as an Irish girl but who still has an Irish temper, thanks very much."

Dean burst out laughing and, if it weren't for the seat belt, he would have been on the floor.

"Watch where you're driving, dingbat!" Lyn yelled, smacking him in the shoulder.

Dean just kept on laughing, and Reneey glared at him and yelled, "SO WHERE ARE WE GOING!?" Lyn promptly smacked RENEEY up-side the head, and now that she had whacked everyone else in the car during the short trip, she sat back and crossed her arms.

As if in answer to Reneey's question, the car suddenly stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant. They all went in, and Sam paid and found a table, and a waiter promptly arrived with menus.

"So, what would you like to know?" Reneey asked.

"Anything," Dean said with a shrug.

"Um, let's see.. Lyn, you go first!"

"Sure," Lyn said, and there was an evil twinkle in her green eyes. "Well, let's see. I lived with my grandparents -- or I guess they're my grandparents, I dunno. Probably my earliest memory is my second birthday, because the teenage neighbors came over and curled my hair --"

"Lyn, shut up and skip the random stuff," Reneey said, kicking her in the shins.

Lyn made a noise like an angry cat and shoved Reneey so hard that she fell out of her seat. Reneey stood up and threw more eyeliner at Lyn, who just shrugged as it hit her in the shoulder and let Reneey sit back down.

"Is she made of eyeliner?" Dean asked, eyeing Reneey curiously.

"Nah," Lyn said with a grin. "She just hoardes it like a magpie does shiny stuff."

Reneey twitched and said at last, "Fine, then, I'll say something about me. I'm a complex girl who likes to party, curse, metal, mullet rock, is a living dead underage vampire pill loco loony eyeliner whore!" she finished with a grin.

"Um, that's.. nice?" Sam said uncertainly, as he really didn't know what to say.

Reneey nudged Lyn. "This girl is a country redneck emo Lyn!" Reneey ducked because she knew that Lyn would hit her or throw something at her -- and she was right, but ducking didn't help. Lyn whacked her up-side the head, anyway.

"I am NOT emo!" she hissed.

"Emo?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows.

"She's an imbecile," Lyn said huffily, crossing her arms and taking on that superior look again. "Because SHE'S all emo and I had a couple of mood swings one day, she'll call me emo until the day I die."

From the look on the guys' faces, it was pretty obvious that they were both thinking,
A COUPLE of mood swings? ONE day? But, very wisely, they chose to say nothing out loud.

"YAY! GO LYN! G-O L-Y-N!" Reneey grinned as she clapped and random people were looking over at the table.
"Well, like I said, I lived with my grandparents. Way out in the boondocks, too, there's even a cow pasture and a tractor crossing sign on the road and everything. But anyway.. yeah, so it was just me and my cousins -- although I guess they're not my cousins, really, or they'd be here, wouldn't they?" she added thoughtfully.
Reneey rolled her eyes, poked Lyn in the ribs, and said, "You're rambling..."

"Dreams?" Sam asked, looking up.

"She's not a psychic, Sam, trust me," Reneey said, as she knew what the boys were thinking.

"This from the girl who kept calling me psychic to annoy me because I don't believe in them," Lyn said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, well, that was just to make you mad so that we could have awesome screaming fights!" Reneey yelled, then glared at the people who stared at her.

"I know," Lyn said with a grin, "which is why I said that. To annoy you. Duh."

Despite much bickering, the food eventually arrived and was eaten -- minus the fortune cookie that Lyn crumbled into Reneey's hair, anyway.

Naturally, as soon as the food was gone (and Reneey had crumbled another fortune cookie into Lyn's hair), the two girls raced outside yelling, "SHOTGUN!" Once they both got to the shotgun point, however, they were still arguing over it, and a moment later Sam pushed them both out of the way, opened the door, and sat down.

As Sam closed the door, the girls glared at him darkly. Lyn took her seat behind him grudgingly and said in a low voice, "You realize we'll kill you for that later, right?"

"I'm shaking in fear," Sam replied in a bored-sounding voice.

"So, like, where are we going?" Reneey interrupted as Dean got into the driver's seat.

"Eh, we'll think of something," he answered with his famous smirk.