AN: Okay, so I didn't improve Chapter 3. Sorry. I got distracted by my other fics. And Twist and Shout, which I made the mistake of rereading.
Anywhore, hope this chapter doesn't suck a buttload, even though it's bloody short.
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EDIT: The fuck is wrong with me I had this titled "Chapter 3".
I changed it, sorry I'm a dweeb
Chapter 4
The Impala had never been so full. Dean sat at the steering wheel, Deanna next to him and Castielle next to her, by the window and holding Deanna's hand. Sam, Samantha and Castiel sat in the back awkwardly.
The awkward silence as they hit the road for the bunker lasted all for a minute before Dean sighed loudly through his nose. Everyone in the car looked at him, and he shrugged.
Five more minutes passed.
Dean couldn't take it anymore.
"You know what? I got the best music for this," he said, rummaging around one handed in the box that was in the footwell for his newly-bought (and well loathed) iPod. Deanna made a grab for it.
"I know what you're looking for you. You drive, I'll find it." They winked at each other before she found the object in question, and pulled it out triumphantly.
"Ha!"
"What is it?" Sam asked curiously.
"That's for us to know and for you to find out, Sammy," she said, and connected the iPod, selecting a playlist.
There was silence for a beat, and then the car was filled with the sound of Steven Tyler's screeching vocals.
DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY…..
"Are you freaking serious?!" Sam and Samantha wore identical bitchfaces, while Castiel looked entirely nonplussed. Castielle gave a small smile as Dean and Deanna roared with laughter.
"Come on, man! I've got like, the best playlist for this!"
"You made a playlist just in case the situation ever came up where we ran into our female doubles?" Sam raised an eyebrow and Dean flushed.
"No! I just made a playlist…because." He stared ahead.
Sam looked at Samantha, who shrugged.
"Fine, I'll put on the next one," Dean began to flick through the tracks.
A smooth bass started playing.
"Lou Reed? Really?"
"Take a walk on the wild side, Samantha!"
"Next song. Now."
Dean and Deanna rolled their eyes and changed the track.
"No!"
"But it's Zeppelin!"
"I said no!"
"Killjoy."
Sam and Samantha were getting more and more difficult to please. They went through 'I'm a Boy' by The Who, David Bowie's 'Rebel Rebel' and 'Queen Bitch', and plenty more before Dean finally said "You know what? Shut up. I'm driving, I'm picking the music!" and hit play.
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Samantha couldn't help it: she began to laugh.
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-o-l-a cola
Everyone except for Castiel (who had never heard the song before), started singing.
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L-o-l-a Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Castielle turned in her seat and smiled reassuringly at Castiel, who relaxed and smiled back. Dean and Deanna, by unspoken agreement, began to belt the words at the top of their lungs, to the amusement of everyone in the car.
Well I'm not the worlds most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
(At this they pointed at one another and cracked up laughing)
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy wont you come home with me
Well I'm not the worlds most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
The atmosphere was infectious, and Sam found himself smiling as he sang with his brother.
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me
Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
(And now Sam was laughing as he sang, and surprisingly Dean's weird playlist was actually taking the edge off things)
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man
Well I'm not the worlds most masculine man
- For some reason, Deanna gave a huge wink to Dean, who's ears went red -
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
And the Impala drove on, the six people inside laughing as they sang.
Booking a motel room was awkward, to say the least. The scrawny guy raised an eyebrow when Dean marched to the desk and brusquely asked for three rooms with two beds each, but handed over three sets of keys without complaint.
"Right," Dean said. "We each pair up with our double for a roomie, and get a decent night's sleep, got it? God knows I need one after the fuck up this day has been."
Castielle frowned. "But…."
Deanna finished for her. "We sleep better together. Me 'n' Cas – my Cas, that is – we're real used to the other being there that sleeping without her….it just doesn't happen. Um." She looked at Dean apologetically, who pinched the bridge of his nose before exhaling heavily.
"Fine. Cas – dude Cas – you're bunking with me." Dean said gruffly, desperately ignoring the thought of Castiel in boxers (which was waving a huge NOTICE ME flag, and Dean was really, really trying not to pay any attention to his stupidly horny brain). "The two Sammys, have this key, go nerd out. You guys, here's your key. Let's go." He made to stalk to his room that he was sharing with Cas (DAMMIT), but Deanna called his name.
"Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?"
He walked to where she stood by the Impala. "Sure, what's up?"
Sparing a glance for the others, she told them, "No, go ahead. We'll be there in a minute."
They left, and she looked Dean dead in the eyes. "I just wanted to say I know why you have that playlist."
Dean blanched.
"…..because I have one too. Same reason, but flipped. We're the same person, dude, I don't know why you're surprised by this. But I figured you didn't even have anyone to talk to about it, so yeah. I'm here."
The pause that followed was deafening.
"So I'm gonna go bunk with my girlfriend now, don't be too much of a dick around Cas please?"
Without waiting for a reply, she walked to her and Castielle's room, leaving a numb Dean in the parking lot.
He shook his head and made his way to where he was rooming with the angel.
Yeah. This won't be awkward at all.
AN: So this entire fic is owed to this sudden picture I had in my head a few weeks ago of the six of them in the Impala singing 'Lola' by The Kinks, and so I put that scene in there. One of my favourite songs. And yeah I may have a playlist of songs all to do with crossdressing, because I can. Dean has one for his own reasons that will be revealed later on although I'm sure you can guess.
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