Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
Lozz: Yay! This chapter, the truth comes out!
Shar: Yes, and you jump –
Lozz: (loudly) On a jumping castle! Because I love jumping castles! (whispers covertly to Sharika) Now who's spilling secrets?
Shar: Well, it's not exactly a secret after you –
Lozz: Read and review! Oh, and by the way…I hate my name. I am the only one with middle name(s) in the whole group!! Damn, stupid, non-middle-name-type people…
Shar: At least your name doesn't mean 'bright lamp'.
Lozz: Does your last name mean 'son of Martin'? I think not. Therefore, you have nothing to complain about. And what the hell? 'Victory and poetic genius'? I'd like to show the people who made this stupid name dictionary where to stick their victory and poetic genius, and let me tell you –
Shar: (grabbing name dictionary from Lauren and flipping to the S's) At least your name is in here.
Lozz: (sighs) On with the story, before she starts obsessing. Please.
Shar: I mean, just because Sharika is a unique, original name –
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CHAPTER FOUR
Damn, So Hot But A Lesbian
There's someone around me just a step behind
It's kinda scary, the shape I'm in,
The walls are shakin' and they're closing in
Too fast or a bit too slow
I'm paranoid of people and it's starting to show…
Gotta Get Away – The Offspring
Sharika
I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and then looked again. My vision was clear this time. I swung both legs off the bed and onto the floor, feeling not in the least bit tired.
I glanced over to the other side of the room, Lauren was curled up in the middle of her bed still fast asleep. I would usually wake her up as soon as I finished brushing my teeth but decided against it today. She'd sleep till noon unless she was forcibly awakened. And, no offence to Dean, but he didn't seem much like an early riser himself. So this would give me at least an hour to spend with Sam, alone and uninterrupted.
God I'm pathetic, resorting to this just to be able to spend time with him.
But I can't help it. I've never felt this strongly about anyone before. I liked him so much already. Normally it took me a few weeks to develop any sort of a crush or romantic feelings to a person, but with Sam it was completely different. With Sam, as soon as I saw him this spark surged through my body, igniting these emotions that I've never felt before. Those emotions only grew stronger when I got my chance to speak to him. It's strange though, and worrying, I'm only setting myself up for disappointment. There is no way that a guy like Sam would ever like me. Why would he? With his looks combined with his personality, he could get any girl he desires. Not only that, but as I was spending time with him I got an inkling that he likes someone. …Could it be me?
YOU IDIOT! My mind screamed at me. WHAT ON EARTH MAKES YOU THINK THAT SAM WOULD EVER LIKE YOU MORE THEN A FRIEND?!? What was I thinking?!?! Reality check, he doesn't even know me! I'm getting way ahead of myself here and I'm behaving like a ridiculous little school girl, it's pathetic really. He probably has loads of girls wanting him anyway. Well who ever he likes, she's the luckiest girl in the world. I just hope she knows that.
I put on my jeans and a navy blue tank top. After that I performed my daily morning routine, that is: toilet, brush teeth, wash face and comb hair. I tied it up into a high pony tail.
Whether he likes a girl or not, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy what time I have left with him.
On my way to the kitchen I looked over the living room. I saw Dean sprawled across the couch – well half sprawled and half dangling off the side of the couch. But there was no trace of Sam.
"Good morning," a refreshed voice greeted from behind me.
I winced in surprise and turned around. "Hi Sam," I said breathlessly, mentally breathing a sigh of relief. Hunting demons had made me paranoid about sudden voices. Usually the sudden voices were accompanied by electric balls that were aimed for my head.
Sam was in the middle of the kitchen, wearing a faded pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt. He had obviously gone back to his room and changed at some point during the last time I had seen him.
"Eggs or toast?" he asked.
"Toast," I told him. He nodded and pulled out two slices of bread from the fridge and put them in the toaster.
"We, all of us need to talk," I said.
He nodded curtly, "I know."
"Why is he after you?" I questioned him. As much as I wanted to talk to him as if nothing was wrong I couldn't. I needed his side of the story to find my best friends. That was the most important thing of all, not my stupid feelings.
"It's because," he paused. He looked as if he was weighing his options, and an indecisive frown spread across his face.
"You know, our best chance of getting him is if we combine our knowledge," I told him. If they didn't understand that now – if they kept secrets – if any of us did – we wouldn't be able to work cooperatively and we'd end up screwing this mission up. And if we did screw up we'd all run the risk of the demon finding out, if more people went around asking difficult questions. Not to mention, they, they'd end up dead.
"It's because I have powers," his head slung low and his shoulders slumped down. I could tell that he had faced many difficulties due to his powers. That it had not been 'peachy' as Lauren would say – same as any of the endowed, I suppose.
"I've got powers too," I offered him.
The toast popped out of the toaster, Sam got two plates and I took out the butter from the fridge. We spread butter on the toast in silence. "What powers do you have?" Sam asked, as though the question was torn out of him. He was obviously unable to restrain himself any longer.
"I can see into the past and present at will, but I need stimuli for the future. I'm telekinetic, and I can blow things up. Oh, I can also levitate." I recited. "You?"
"Just telekinesis and premonition," he answered, his voice tense.
"You're holding your emotions in," I noted. He gave off the same body language as Lauren did all the time these days. She used to be so free with her emotions, but since Joyee and Fiona... She was restrained, and hid behind an artificial mask she created to ward off any pain. It made her less susceptible to hurt which was the goal of said action but it also made her less powerful as an empath, as that was where the force of it came from. Our powers are tied to our emotions, I had to practice mine. Or people would definitely get hurt. Our friends' abduction had affected us both in different ways.
My feelings for Sam must be a side effect of that to. I mean, after losing two of the closest people in the world to me I'm just latching onto anyone who showed any form of affection, or a general liking towards me.
Sam looked at me and replied with a shrug.
"Why?" I asked him. "You can tell me." I placed on of my hands on his forearms and looked up to his face, trying to establish eye contact.
"It's a long story," he said as an excuse.
"We have until they wake up," I answered, refusing to be brushed off.
Sam looked away from me. "I lost my mother and my girlfriend because of my powers," he told me.
"Oh," I was speechless. I had no idea what to say. Sympathy swelled inside me.
"Yeah," he said. He slid down out of my arms and slumped against the cabinets. He put his head in his hands. "The night I turned six months old, a demon, he…he killed my mother."
I sat on my knees across from him.
"And then, he murdered my girlfriend, just because of my powers. He said that they would have only gotten in the way of his plan." He conveyed all this with great difficulty, from behind the shield of his hands.
"Do you mind?" I asked, reaching out a hand.
He shook his head.
I took a deep breath and concentrated on the man in front of me. And gasped. Horrible images came into my mind, two beautiful women on fire, stuck to the ceiling, their stomachs gaping, a black figure moving in the flames. 'He was going to ask her to marry him…' the demon said as Sam snarled at him. More and more terrible images came to mind.
I shuddered as I stopped searching through his past.
"I'm so sorry, nothing, nothing that I've gone through can even compare to that," I said, looking into his eyes. I gently pulled his hands away from his face and held them with my own. "But, you shouldn't blame your powers for it. You can't stop using them. They are as much a part of you as your enormous height."
"But –" He tried to interject.
"Just think of all the good you can do with your powers. Don't stop helping others just because of a power hungry demon!" I went on.
"My whole life was screwed up because of that demon!" he said angrily.
"And how will it help if you don't use your powers? You'll be giving it what it wants," I told him, spitting out the word 'it' in disgust.
He remained speechless.
"Sam…I…" all the words floating around in my head just flew out, leaving me with a blank mind. I let go of his arms and hugged him, considering our positions it made the hug awkward, but it would have been awkward anyways seeing how I'm rarely moved enough to hug anyone. Strangely this didn't feel uncomfortable at all, it felt safe…
Sam's arms moved and came to rest on the small of my back. His head rested on my left shoulder. After a while his body tensed.
"So you can blow things up," he said, trying to change the atmosphere.
I pulled away, "Yes, watch." I stood up and looked around the room. I saw a packet of chips on the coffee table. Perfect, I thought to myself. I smiled at Sam and tilted my head towards the packet of chips so he could see what I intended to do. He got up and watched me with curiosity.
I focused on the packet, instantly it burst, causing the chips to fly everywhere.
"Wha da…" I heard a deep voice mutter. Then Dean's body shot up from the couch, his legs tangled in the blanket leading to his ungraceful fall.
I switched my gaze to Sam and caught his eye, he smiled lightly.
"DEMON!!" Dean shouted, untangling himself, and suddenly a knife appeared in his hand. He looked around wildly.
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Lauren
"DEMON!!" A familiar voice shouted, waking me up from a very pleasant dream of – wait…
"DEMON?!?!" I screamed and rushed out of the bedroom, my hair all tangled and wearing Dean's jeans with my pajama shirt. (Last night when Shar and I were changing for bed I'd told her that there was no way I was chancing taking the pants off – the way my luck was going, the boys would have taken that exact moment to enter the room. Running out there, I was lucky not to fall flat on my face.)
I was ready to kill, and holding the gun I'd bought as soon as we'd arrived in this cursed country, I glared furiously around the room. "WHERE IS THAT THING? I WILL –" I stopped, looking around at the smoking remains of a packet of chips. "Oh, it was just you showing off again was it Shar?" I rolled my eyes and went up to Dean. Picking a smoking chip out of his hair, I popped it in my mouth and chewed. "Not bad," I said, nodding slightly. I picked off another one. "Want?" I offered it to him.
"Not really," he said, looking down at me and my apparel with a strange expression on his face. And suddenly, I was flooded with the craving to –
"Sharika, can I talk to you in the kitchen please?" I managed to choke out. I didn't allow her time to answer, simply going up, grabbing her, and towing her into a corner. "It's freaking me out, man," I muttered to her, scared as, and eyeing the brothers to make sure they couldn't hear me. My powers usually didn't get this whacked up and strong. "Every time I turn around, I'm getting everyone else's urges! I mean, half the time I don't even recognize my own, and now I have everyone else's too! AND STOP WANTING TO DO THAT BECAUSE IT MAKES ME WANT TO!" I hissed into her ear.
She stared at me. "Do what?"
"Oh, never mind. You are up to here in denial," I said, holding my hand high above my head. (She so wants to kiss Sam. Not just kiss, might I add. And, seriously, I DO NOT.)
"What are you two going on about?" Dean asked us.
"Chips. I was telling her that she shouldn't be so blatant with her powers – someone could walk in at any time."
"Right," Sharika said, she cleared her throat. She seriously needs to learn how to lie better.
Explanation? Absolutely no one knew about my powers except Shar and me. The demon was currently only after her, and she was all, we have to keep the secret from everyone, I couldn't bear it if he took you too, Lauren. Usually when she says things like that, I say something like, 'and how would I feel?', but when Sharika talks about the demon, and Fiona and Joyee, I want to protect everyone even more than usual, even if it means protecting myself too. I don't give a damn about me – it's my friends and family I live for. If anybody does anything to hurt them, I get the urge to kill. So, when Sharika talks about keeping my empathic abilities secret, I agree. I don't ever want her to get hurt.
"Chips… right."
I pasted a huge smile on my face, and went to sit on the lounge… as far away from everyone as it was possible to be, without entering another room, or looking suspicious.
Dean sat next to me. Great. Kill the whole point why don't you?!?! For the first time I noticed his rumpled, half naked state. With interest.
Damnit… talk about something – anything! "Um, so, uh, sleep well?" Smooth. Real smooth, Lauren.
"Not as well as I would have in a bed."
"How sad," I said, and gave him my most sarcastically mournful face.
Sam sat in the chair across from us, and Shar sat on the arm of it. They looked like a married couple or something. For a moment I imagined it. Sharika and Sam, married. How…how perfect. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes.
(I am really emotional in the mornings. Usually I get grumpy; right now I was channeling the whole 'aww, how sweet' thing. Uncool. But at least it was MY emotions. I was only emotional when I was tired these days, the rest of the time I went out of my way to be as unfeeling as possible.)
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, looking at me worriedly.
What was he worried about?! I WAS FINE, FINE I TELL YOU.
I waved a hand at him, and he offered me a tissue. This made me want to laugh, remembering – and then it made me want to –
I won't describe it. Mixed with everyone else's wants, it was a very disturbing sequence of images that entered my head.
Ugh.
Okay… so… Moving on.
"Let's get down to business."
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Sharika
"Firstly, I reckon we should introduce ourselves properly. Lauren Jessica Rose McMartin, and Sharika Mesba, at your service," Lauren said, the sarcasm that was her trademark high in her voice.
"Sam and Dean Winchester."
"What do you know about this demon?" Sam and I asked in unison. Due to the seriousness of the situation I suppressed my urge to smirk. "Well?" I said, and nudged Sam softly with my elbow.
"Tell us what you know first," Dean said stubbornly. He bent forward with his elbows resting on his knees, and his clasped hands hanging between them.
Lauren hit his shoulder. "No, you go first or I won't give you your jeans back!"
"By all means keep…" Dean started to say.
"We know that he is in the area," Sam interrupted, averting a pointless argument between Dean and Lauren.
"He kidnapped Joyee and Fiona so he could get to me, and then to my powers. That was obvious from the start." I informed them. "Don't you just hate long expositions?" I added jokingly. I rolled my shoulders. Sitting like this was making my back start to hurt. I wished I could lean back in the chair, but that would mean leaning on Sam, which would be awkward, and a very unpleasant experience – for him.
"He took our dad," Dean told us. He gazed at Sam and me curiously.
Lauren put her hand on his shoulder and drew him back into the couch. "I couldn't see," she explained. They exchanged looks of amusement before they turned and faced us.
"What was that for dude?" Sam wanted to know.
I was as puzzled as he was.
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Dean
Those two had the hots for each other, big time.
I leant forward to watch them closer, and Lauren drew me back, with a grin, saying, "I couldn't see." We gave each other a look of understanding. Obviously, she'd noticed the same thing.
"What was that for dude?" Sammy asked.
Sharika looked as though she wanted to lean back into Sam, as it seemed as though she was going to fall off the arm of the chair at any moment. Sam's arm was on the back of the chair, like one of those cheesy moves guys make at the movies, when they want to put their arm around a chick. His body was slanted in her direction.
"You two lo- ouch!"
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Sharika
The corners of Dean's mouth twitched upward. After a long pause he answered, "You two lo-ouch!"
Lauren jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, she tilted her head in our direction and gave him a stern look.
"What? What is it?" I questioned them. This 'act' was beginning to annoy me. They were obviously sharing the same thought, or secret, whatever it was.
"Nothing," Lauren answered airily, waving her hand in the air as if she were shooing away my question. "Humus is made out of chickpeas."
Complete silence followed this statement. Sam and Dean stared at Lauren while she grinned manically. I had already heard her say that many, many, many, many times before.
Moments later her smile began to waver, but she still maintained it. I could see that it was taking a lot out of her to not stop. Being her best friend I saw that it just a fake look she had on to throw everyone off the path of her true emotions. In her eyes I could make out confusion, (getting that off Dean and Sam for sure), frustration (that's all her), longing (as much I hate to admit it, that would be me), and…lust! I wasn't sure if that was her or Dean, I didn't want to know.
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Lauren
Ugh. I HATE this. Everyone's emotions are crowding together in my head and body. I swear, if I don't stop getting Shar's stomach flutterings, and Sam's hunger pains, and Dean's tension headache, I will SCREAM.
Besides the physical, there was the emotional crap piling on me too. Confusion, longing and lust. (Who KNOWS how many directions that last one's coming from. IT'S CALLED A VIBRATOR PEOPLE!! Okay, and an inflatable woman. Picky, picky.)
I am going to lose it and give in to their urges. I can feel it, I will become exhausted from holding it all in, then one of them will overwhelm me and I'll do something crazy.
Like pile ice-cream on Dean's head and make Sam eat it. (Headache gone, Hunger gone… I can't do anything for Shar's stomach, damn her.)
Just because she's never felt attracted enough to a guy to do anything about it… so now there's all this build up of nervousness, and first discovery, crap like that. I just hope I'm not around for their first kiss… ugh. I get shudders just thinking about what THAT would do to me.
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Sharika
"Dean," I said, breaking the silence. "Tell Lauren about the first demon please."
"Huh?" He looked at me as if he didn't even realize I was in the room. "Which one?"
"The bastard we wasted," Sam replied.
"We wasted lots of bastards," Dean responded with an air of pride.
"The main one," I said.
"How do you know about that?" he regarded me curiously.
I explained my powers (all of it) to him, how I had seen into Sam's past and found out about it. I then went on to tell the Winchester brothers about how we discovered that our friends were taken and the note it left along with the journey Lauren and I had been on so far.
After a few moments of taking in the new information Dean nodded. He didn't have a comment and seemed eager to share the story with Lauren. He twisted his body so he could face Lauren. "It was one hell of a bitch," Dean began his story.
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Lauren
I slipped on my 'I'm listening to every single word you say' face, and instead of doing just that, half listened, and struggled not to perve on Dean's abs the rest of the time.
It's not that what he was saying wasn't interesting, because it really was, it was just that people should know better than to park a hot, half naked male body in front of me, and then expect me to listen to demonic anecdotes.
(Something something) "– and then we shot at it, but –" (something something…..abs….)
I observed Shar and Sam out of the corner of my eye. Sam was motioning Shar towards him, and she was leaning in. We all know how THAT is gonna turn out.
Idiots.
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Sharika
He was talking animatedly, and she listened intently. Well, it would look that way to a stranger, but I knew better. Upon closer inspection anyone could see her eyes move the slightest bit down and then straight back up to his eyes in mere micro seconds. She was trying her best not to check out the extremely attractive male sitting in front of her. Trying and failing.
Sam tugged on my arm. I spun my head in his direction, giving him a look of curiosity.
He mentioned with his forefinger for me to move closer to him. I obliged, and leant in; this act caused me to accidentally slide off the armrest and into the chair, meaning, onto his left thigh. He tilted his head and moved his mouth closer to my ear.
"None of that happened," he told me in low tones. "Well, some of it did, but not the extreme fighting he's describing now. He's, in his own way, flirting with Lauren."
I nodded, my eyes glued to Dean and Lauren's conversation; not their verbal one, their physical one. Their body language spoke louder then any words ever could.
"She's doing the same," I said, in the same volume as he spoke. We watched them 'talk' in silence, highly amused by the behavior of both our roommates.
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Sam
While Sharika was distracted by the conversation I took that moment as an opportunity to think. It was hard, considering how she, my future wife, was half sitting on my lap. I had a strong urge to link my arms together around her stomach, pull her closer towards me and rest my chin on the top of her head.
I didn't, though.
I was clearly attracted to her both personally and physically, by the look of things even Lauren had figured it out. Dean had realised that, the first time I talked to her. An amused smile crept across my face as I thought back to yesterday night at the bar, when Dean and I first saw them.
Flashback
"Remember, be smooth. None of your geek crap!" Dean reminded me.
"Bite me!" I retorted.
"Look, dude, you gave me your word that you'll get a date in this town. You need fun in your life. We are allowed to have fun. We can't become obsessed like Dad. You'll wake up one day and regret it," Dean told me sternly.
"Yeah, ok," I agreed, defeated.
"Excuse me," a light female voice requested.
Dean and I moved allowing enough space for her to pass through.
Two women, both around five foot five or six, went by without looking at us.
The first one had curly blonde hair, which was fixed into ponytail – or had at least been attempted to tame into that style. Small ringlets were escaping the band. She wore a pair of tight dark blue jeans and a white shirt, and was of average build. She had large hazel green eyes and a quirky smile as she talked to the woman next to her.
The second one had dark skin, maybe from India, around there somewhere. She wore her long black hair loosely. Skinny leg jeans and a red t-shirt emphasized her slim figure. Her mouth moved and her brown eyes crinkled at the corners as she said something to her friend, as though she was hiding a smile.
"…no multi-tasking this time…" I heard the black haired one say as they passed.
"See," Dean pointed to the two women. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Look at the jugs on that one!" he said, grinning in the blonde one's direction.
I shifted my gaze from the Indian girl to the blonde girl. Dean was right, her chest was huge, but my eyes wandered back to the Indian girl.
"But since this will be your first time since, god knows when, I'll let you have the blonde. She seems bookish." He headed towards them before I could even answer.
Rolling my eyes, I followed behind him, still watching the Indian girl as they picked a table.
Smooth, I told myself, be smooth.
Yeah right.
End of flashback
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Lauren
Dean finished his story, and I applauded him sarcastically. "Wow, fascinating. See, until two months ago, I didn't know anything about dark supernatural crap, like demons and such. All I knew was that Shar could make the ground shake when she got highly emotional. Not cool. Stupid math exams," I muttered, thinking back to how many times that had happened during high school. They'd even had geologists come out to check ground stability. "And I was very intuitive about the way people felt. Then they took Joyee and Fi away, and we got dragged into all this."
But Sharika has been dealing with demons practically ever since she got her powers. So this situation was easier on her then it would be on me, I mean the demon part. I'm still new at this.
Another stomach flutter hit me. I swear I'm going to vomit soon! How can she stand it??!
"How much do you know about the demon?"
"We know that the demon has his own body, but he prefers to possess people, as this leaves him less vulnerable and less noticeable. We've never come into contact with this one before, he's hardly mentioned in Dad's journal," Sam answered.
"Its like this son of a bitch just came in off the street," Dean added.
She was going to do something. I could feel it… Ugh, just get it over with and stop procrastinating already.
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Sharika
My back felt stiff and was beginning to ache after sitting in that one position that whole time. Letting go of my inhibitions I moved back, into Sam's broad chest. He tensed up at first, but then slowly relaxed. Well he almost did, he was still a little rigid.
I hope he didn't find me weird now. Or too forward…
It's not like I do this on a regular basis, or ever…but seriously, my back was really hurting.
Yeah, that's why you're doing this…my own mind patronized me. Not that you want to lean on him. Even though he is one of the cutest guys you've ever laid eyes on…
'My back really does hurt! Okay?' I argued pointlessly. Even if I did want to lean on him, which I DID NOT, I wouldn't have without a proper reason. He's probably going to puke after having me on his lap or something, he's not doing anything about it now because he's too nice. And chivalrous. This all just proves my point, my back really did hurt, otherwise I wouldn't put Sam through this suffering.
"He couldn't have, he must have at least known about the first demon. They could be related somehow. Hmm…is there a demon hierarchy? Maybe he is trying to take over in his...field by stealing our powers and using them for himself?"
"It's a possibility," Dean agreed, obviously stifling a smile. "One Sam and I already considered."
"He had to have known about the demise about the first one though," I continued on with my theory. "But from what I've seen and heard, this particular demon likes to use his advocates to do his bidding. He only ever exposes himself to this world when the situation is extremely urgent. I know for a fact that he has agents on the surface."
"That means he's been hiding himself, waiting to make his move," Dean realized. "Damn, this son of a bitch is powerful. He has to have supporters, and other demons working for him."
"He's not as powerful as the first one," I stated. "Otherwise he would have already taken over. And it gets worse, he has human supporters. I don't know how he managed that, but he does. I think he brainwashed them or something. But those people are easy to distinguish from normal human beings. They have this vibe about them that anybody could distinguish – plus we have Lauren, so it'll be even easier."
"Yeah, and besides that the lower level ones act like crazy people. All eyes twitching and gabbling on about the black nights."
Dean ignored Lauren, seriously considered what I was saying and looked over my shoulder at Sam.
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Lauren
GOD DAMNIT! When she did her little 'move' it just increased the butterflies in her stomach. And now stupid SAM has an ERECTION! HOW CAN SHE NOT REALISE THIS?! And more disturbingly, HOW THE HELL AM I ABLE TO FEEL IT?!
Okay, I know that Sharika won't even notice it, due to her inexperience with penises. She probably thought it was his phone or something.
Sam leant back even more; it was obvious that he was 'uncomfortable', even without my empath powers. And, to make it worse, on the other hand he wanted to…do things.
Poor, poor Sam.
NOT.
He looked seriously restricted, like he wanted to be doing….you know….but couldn't because there were two many people in the room.
Jesus. Now I'm glad I don't have one.
Not that I ever wanted one.
That would just be weird. I have got to stop thinking about this – and all of them have to stop giving me their urges. How many times do I have to say it?
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Sam
Dean was giving me an idiotic, perverted look. A look that conveyed 'What the hell man?! LOOK DOWN HER TOP! YOU HAVE A CLEAR VIEW! If you don't I'll have solid proof that you are a homo!'
I ignored him at first and switched my sight towards the kitchen. I was slightly worried that I might actually do that. Dean's words and encouragements always penetrate me. Sooner or later I do exactly what he wants.
Not only do I have him egging me on, but also I have my own hormones telling me to do so. How am I supposed to fight this? It's two against one!
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Lauren
Oh no, OHhhh NO… I thought to my self, but the urge was too strong.
I.
Looked.
At.
Sharika's.
BOOBS.
Now that is something I personally never want to do to again. NOTE TO SAM: I am going to kill you. With pleasure.
Except, you know, I was too busy perving on my best friend.
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Dean
I turned from watching Sam's obvious attempt to fight his impulses, towards Lauren. And then I noticed her looking at Sam and Sharika… or more specifically, Sharika's cleavage.
Damn, so hot but a lesbian.
But hey, if Sharika wasn't my future sister in law this would have had its bright side…
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Sam
"Um…Lauren… why are you looking at me like that?"
I looked over at Lauren, only to see her staring at Sharika's… huh…?
Lauren looked at the three of us quickly, then jerked her head away, sighing in relief.
It couldn't be what I was thinking, right?
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Lauren
Phew. Dumb ass repression and stupid yearnings to –
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh crap," I moaned.
And then I found myself running over to Sam, pushing Sharika off his lap and onto the floor, me straddling him (IN A LAPDANCE POSITION), and pashing him.
Wow.
Not cool.
At least he had the decency to be trying to push me away, but SOMEBODY'S desire was making me cling to him, and ….
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Sharika
Oh my god!
I have to do something quick. I ran to the kitchen and pulled out a bucket from the cabinet under the sink.
With a little too much force I turned on the tap for cold water and began to fill the bucket up, glancing up over my shoulder to see the chaotic scene. Dean was staring in amazement, and jealousy, at Lauren who was currently doing certain movements one would generally expect to view in a porno…not that I would know…Sam, on the other hand, was pushing at Lauren's waist, trying to pry her off without hurting her.
Great, just what I needed. Lauren launching herself onto the guy that I liked! He's going to end up asking her out, and so will Dean and there will be this HUGE triangle, one where everyone comes bitching about it to me. I might as well give up the minute hope I had of Sam and I ever getting together (which was already in the minuses), especially when he thinks that Lauren, someone who was FAR more attractive then myself, wants him. He was only trying to push her off because he was a gentleman.
The bucket, filled up to its brim, began overrunning with water. I held the bucket and ran back to the room. 'Oh wait,' I thought. 'My powers!' I'm not used to using them so freely, since I have to keep them a secret. It was only by a complete accident that Lauren found out about them. I do practice in private, but I don't use them in public. Unless the people I was with already knew about them, but that's only my parents (I miss them so much), Lauren, Joyee, Fiona and a few other close friends. It feels great to be able to use them when ever I want, but I can't always rely on my powers, because I would become reckless and irresponsible. Anyone would. So I'm used to doing things the normal way.
With the slightest movement of my eyes I hurled Lauren away from Sam and onto the couch next to Dean. I then realized that this was not the wisest decision.
Sam was breathing heavily, trying to regain his normal heart beat.
"Not again!" Lauren groaned. She then swung herself, using one leg, over Dean in true lap dancer grace, or so to speak. She then proceeded to do what she had done to Sam. Unlike his brother, Dean made no effort to remove her.
I sighed, lifted the bucket over my head and threw it all on Lauren and Dean. The sudden coolness of the water brought Lauren out of her trance, at least for a moment.
Simultaneously I opened the door to the bedroom with my mind, and flung Lauren onto her bed. I then closed and locked the door.
That was not the end of it. She started to bang harder and harder at the door yelling "Have a threesome with meeeeeeeeeeee!"
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Lauren
"– meeeeeeeeeeee!! It would be fun! Don't be afraid to experiment!"
This was worse than the time I had to dance to Run It by Chris Brown in year 10. I mean, I could see and feel myself doing it, and was horrified. But I couldn't stop.
(Hey….bright side? At least I wasn't a booty-shaker/pole dancer/belly dancer like Shakira out there. I WAS ONLY A LAP DANCER!!!)
"Who are you talking to?" Sharika bellowed.
"MYSELF!!"
"You want to have a threesome with yourself?!?" Dean asked, obviously imagining such a thing.
"YES!!" I said through the door. "WHY, DO YOU WANT TO JOIN?" (Being sarcastic, as originally it was his whole, wanting to suddenly have a threesome thing. At least, I think so. Sam doesn't seem the type.)
"Hell yeah!" he replied. Now, how did I know he was going to say that? Dumb ass.
"Sharika," I stated, trying to sound calm and rational, "Let me out."
"No."
"WHY NOT??!!" Yeah… totally lost control again there. But hey, I do not want to be stuck in this crap room, with a cockroach waving its antennae at me, like it's saying 'me and my friends are going to eat you. Hehehe.' (Anchovies and cockroaches…the two worst animals ever to be created. Asides from the men in the next room.)
"Weren't you even HERE the last three minutes?"
"Hello, you know that wasn't me. Now let me out so I can kill them. Then revive them, and kill them again." I rested my head against the wood of the door. Dean, please, take an Advil, for God's sake.
I felt Sharika's compulsion to sigh, but controlled myself. Why was my empathy being so crazy right now? Like…it never made me do any of this in Aus. I hardly ever felt other people's emotions, let alone their urges.
I heard the lock click open, and I let myself out.
As soon as I saw the three of them I wanted to run back inside, but I simply closed the door then leant against it, trying to act unconcerned.
Suddenly I was struck with a wave of jealousy from Sharika's direction. "HELLO!! I DIDN'T WANT TO, YOU KNOW!!"
She just looked at me like I was an idiot. Since it was exactly how I was feeling, I gazed at the floor in silence.
"So… what WAS that?" Dean asked. I could feel him staring at me, like everyone else in the damn room.
I glared at Sharika. She nodded. "I'm an empath!" I revealed, letting out a huge sigh of relief and slumping next to Dean on the couch. "You stay away from me," I warned him, narrowing my eyes as I saw him shift closer.
"What's an empath?" Sam wanted to know.
"It means that she experiences other people's feelings. It's almost like a mind reader, but not quite. It's never been like this before though…." Sharika explained.
"Yes, it's all your fault!" I shouted, and swung my arm around to point at Dean. "You and your stupid testosterone!!"
"WHAT THE HELL DUDE?! YOU WANTED TO MAKE OUT WITH ME?" Sam yelled, backing away from Dean with a look of repulsion spread across his face. (You know, as much as he could, sitting on a chair.)
"Pffft. No! That was –" but then I saw Sharika's pleading face behind him. "– uh, you see, when, um." I cleared my throat. "Dean was really horny, which made me really horny, which made me jump on the first guy I saw. That was you." I glanced at everyone, and grinned confidently. (Which I really wasn't. At all.)
Sam glared at Dean. "Dude, never again, please."
"Yeah. Please." I repeated, to Sharika. But the guys didn't notice. Sam was looking at me, all offended, and Dean was feeling all grumpy because if the S's left he could – me…
Hem.
"You don't want to make out with me?" Sam asked, acting insulted.
"Do you want me to want to make out with you?"
"Do you want me to want you to want to make out with me?"
"Do –"
"Enough!" Sharika interrupted, slightly annoyed.
"Why?" I asked, turning to Sharika. "Do you want to make out with him?"
Whoops… I wasn't supposed to say that… Besides, I already know the answer.
"Seems that way to me," Dean said, grinning. "Except the reverse." He turned to me. "You're an empath, you should know. So tell me, what are they really feeling?" He added in a stage whisper – "Sammy wants to kiss her, doesn't he?"
"Well…" I said slowly, looking evil. But then I caught sight of Sharika's murderous expression. (It was subtle, only I could tell. An outsider would just think she was unconcerned.) I mentally shook my head and rolled my eyes. "I can't tell you. Empath, everyone else confidentiality. Besides, I can't just turn it on and off like that."
Could I?
I experimented, turning my thoughts onto Sam. He was still a bit confused about the whole…me, him, lap dancer thing, and… Oh dear, he was wishing it was Sharika instead of me.
WELL GOOD, BECAUSE I HAD BEEN WISHING IT WAS –
Anchovies.
And he wanted to be alone with her for awhile. Hmm…I turned my focus on Sharika and found out that she felt the same way. Should I leave them alone and go out with Blondie or should I stay here and create tension between them…I wonder.
I'm too lazy. I wish I had Sharika's powers so I could just shove them both together and meld their faces! Or into a closet and 'claim' that it was an accident…but I very much doubt Sharika would believe that.
Oh well. I started laughing, imagining the kinds of things I would probably do if I had Sharika's powers… me. With all that extra responsibility… aha ha ha…
The three of them stared at me. This is starting to become a regular occurrence.
I sighed, "Never mind. Anyways… so… demons, and things, and stuff. Who wants pizza?"
"Its ten o'clock in the morning." Sam said, raising his eyebrows at me.
"It is never too early for pizza. But I don't want any anyway."
Dean whispered in my ear, "So, what am I feeling right now…?" And, without even wanting to, I received them. Stupid testosterone-infested emotions.
I returned, "I have no idea. But I do know that these two are severely attracted to each other… wanna make things difficult for them?"
"We can try..." he said mysteriously as he stood up. "You two, check out what Dad wrote about this demon, we're going to the library, see if there's any history of this thing around here."
I nodded, standing up next to him.
"Dean I already –"
"Look again." He was leaving the two of them with a lot of free time, where Sam would no doubt get bored witless, and perve on Shar, and then Shar would notice, and they would –
Oookay…
I doubt it'll happen like that. Sharika will be all, information engrossed, and not notice. This is good, because I do not want to return to a scene like the one Dean was trying not to imagine.
I rolled my eyes, went into the bedroom and grabbed a t-shirt and my own pair of jeans. We'd have to go back to Dean's room to change first, unless he wanted legions of women following him around all day…scrap that, I'd just tell him we were getting dressed first.
Knowing his type, he'd go out in those shorts and no shirt on, so he could have the legions of women following him.
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Sharika
Well, in one way I got what I wanted… I thought to myself as Dean and Lauren left to go to the 'library'. But I had no idea what to do or say! I didn't even know that I wanted to do that until Lauren literally did it for me! Did I want to do that? I mean, sure I wouldn't have minded a peck on the cheek, maybe on the lips, even that was pushing it. But to go as far as that? Especially for me? Impossible.
I knew what Dean was playing at, it was obvious. I'm sure Sam understood as well.
I turned around to face Sam, "What does your dad have on this thing?" I asked, trying not to sound nervous.
"Well, just that it has the same pattern every time he takes someone and that he is in this area somewhere." He answered, in the same calm, forced tones I spoke in.
"Does he have his own body or does he possess people when he abducts his victims?" I questioned him; I sat on the floor, which ironically was the cleanest spot here. Cleanest metaphorically speaking of course, seeing how Lauren practically dry humped the Winchester brothers on all the furniture in the living room besides the TV and the coffee table.
"Possessions," Sam answered simply.
A long thoughtful pause passed.
"So what do we do now?" I wondered aloud. "Since you already read through the diary..."
"Journal," he corrected me.
"Journal," I repeated. I cleared my throat. "And don't really have any info on this Demon; there isn't much to talk about."
"Well…" Sam trailed off trying to figure out what activities we could engage in. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to do what you want to do," I replied.
"I want to do what you want to do."
"If you want to do what I want to do then you want to do what you want to do because that's what I want to do." I argued. (I have these sorts of arguments with Lauren all the time, needless to say I always win, with that exact sentence. And then she gets all confused because she doesn't think as logically as I do, and says something totally unrelated.)
He grinned at me. "Well then, what if I want to do this…" He trailed off.
I moved closer to him to hear the rest.
"Sure," I agreed. "Sounds like fun."