Chapter 6

The girls were inside a small boutique buying some new clothes with one of the boys' numerous credit cards, while the boys waited outside in the Impala. Buddy was sat across the backseat, snoring softly.

"Isn't it weird how they don't remember anything before meeting each other?" Sam asked Dean. "I mean, they don't know where they came from, what high school they attended, any childhood friends... nothing."

"I know right." Dean murmured, but his focus wasn't on his brother's worry on the girls as such, but on one girl in particular. He didn't think he'd be attracted to someone like Reagan, but seeing her laugh and pulling faces as she pranced around in clothes from the shop showed a whole different side to her.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, snapping Dean back into the real world. Dean jumped in his seat and faced his brother, who was smirking. "Were you listening to a word I just said?"

"Uh... yeah, yeah. Use I was..." Dean scowled, and returned his attention once again at Reagan.

"You're drooling." Sam pointed out matter-of-factly.

"No I'm not!" Dean insisted, but still ran his shirt sleeve over his mouth. "I wasn't!"

Sam laughed. "I know, I was just messing with you."

"Bitch." Dean snapped.

"Jerk." Sam retorted. Then smiled. "You like her, don't you?"

"No!" he replied. "I mean, she's okay... nice... pretty..."

"Why don't you ask her out then?" Sam offered. Dean gave him a dead-panned look.

"Because that's not the way I like her." Dean replied. Lies.

"Oh, so you weren't drooling as you gazed dreamily at her just now." Sam laughed "Dude, I swear, under different circumstances, you'd look like a pervy staler."

Donna laughed, clutching her stomach with both arms. "Oh wow! You nailed that imitation!"

Reagan put the white sparkly jumpsuit back on the rail. "Thanks you, thank you very much." she replied in a deep voice imitating Elvis Presley's, and burst into giggles. "I haven't felt more... alive... than just now. We never laughed this much in the other world." She furrowed her eyebrows, realising what she just said. "Never thought I'd say that. Do you miss it, our world?"

"Fuck no!" Donna exclaimed. "Our flat was shit, our job was a gazillion times shittier, our social life was inexistent and nobody liked us except Chace. Here, on the other hand, we get two sexy motherfuckers waiting for us outside while we shop for whatever we want with one of their gazillion credit cards."

"Well... they are both insanely cute..." Reagan blushed, looking down bashfully. "And somehow, I feel like we belong here more than where we come from, you know? I feel like I was born the moment we ended up here."

"I can see that." she replied, smiling. "Thanks to Dean, in your case."

"No!"

"Yes! I see the way you look at him, and I've seen the way he looks at you." Donna pointed out. "I'm slightly hurt, but Sam... I think Sam's sexier than Dean, funnily enough. Have you seen his arms?!"

"Donna!" Reagan exclaimed, laughing.

"No really, Rea. I mean Dean's yummy and badass and all, but Sam... I never got why girls liked the timid, sensitive ones. Now I know. Probably the same reason why Dean likes you: stability and shit."

"Oh so now you want stability?" Reagan raised her eyebrows, her eyes landing on a plain yet very sexy black velvet dress, which stopped just above the knees. It was too sexy for her likings, but she felt a pull. She had to try the dress on. She walked over to it, picking it up. "All it took was us being transported in an alternate universe for you to lose your pair? Weird."

"Who said I lost my balls? Just because I like Sam—" Reagan gasped, turning round to face her friend, grinning. "I didn't say anything!"

"You like Sa-am, you like Sa-am." she sang tauntingly, pointing her finger at her friend.

"Fuck off, Rea. I'm not the one about to try on a sexy dress for a badass." Donna smirked. "No matter what you say, you're buying it, got it? You might be using it very soon."

Donna and Reagan exited the shop, arms linked together, holding two bags each. They were talking about cooking for the boys, since it's all their first night in the bunker. Reagan was the greatest cook Donna ever (and only) knew.

"So, this bunker thing... Do you know if it has more than two bedrooms?" Donna asked as they stepped inside the car. Dean started the engine and drove off.

"Donna, it's a bunker. Of course there's more bedrooms!" Reagan scoffed, shaking her head. "Where do you think they got the word 'bunk bed' from?"

Donna scowled and crossed her arms across her chest. Sam, feeling sorry for Donna, changed subject. "I was thinking once we settle in, we could do something... you know, get to know each other more."

"Like a double date?" Dean asked. "Pass. I need sleep."

"Not a date, Dean..." The girls felt half-disappointed hearing Sam say that. "But you know... these girls will be sticking around for a while. Until we figure out how they got here."

"I agree with Sam." Donna nodded. She nudged Reagan, who nodded too.

"Besides, from what I've seen, the show doesn't give you guys enough credit." Reagan smiled. "I mean Dean's much... I mean, it's not that he wasn't..." She bit her lower lip. "I'm not good at this."

"I think what she's trying to say, Dean, is that you're nicer than on the show." Donna explained, and turned to her friend, who was bright red. "Right?"

"Nice..." Sam repeated, as if assessing, and chortled. "Dean doesn't do nice, Reagan."

"In any aspect." Dean chimed in.

"Yeah, you're so not nice you never cry. Like, ever." Donna winked.

"Psh, I-I don't cry." Dean scoffed, shrugging.

"When Sam and Bobby died, when you argue with Sam..."

"That's, uh, basically the vast part of the show." Reagan told them. Dean's grip on the steering wheel intensified. "But if it makes you feel better, I like you better when you're sensitive."

Dean sighed. He couldn't argue with that, not when he was starting to like her.

"Oh, and Sam." Sam turned around. Donna bit her lower lip. "I liked you more when you were bad."

Sam blushed and gulped. "... Bad?"

"Soulless, Lucifer-possessed, evil... the whole lot." she replied, chewing on her gum in a seductive manner. "Aww, c'mon! Lighten up, sour grape!"

"Sam's not a sour grape! He's just sensitive!" Reagan argued. "Unlike Dean, who probably doesn't about anyone but himself."

"I do care!" Dean snapped.

"But at your own benefit." Reagan pointed out. Donna scoffed and started arguing, throwing a curse here and there, with Dean joining in, defending himself.

"Okay, stop! Everyone just... Can we change subject? Or just stop talking altogether?" Sam said, raising his voice. Everyone sulked in their seat, except for Donna, who was surprised with this side of Sam (which she enjoyed a lot). "Thank you."

Reagan chewed on her bottom lip, looking down. Dean rolled his eyes and whistled. She looked up and smiled. "I'm guessing that over there is the bunker?" she asked, pointing at a building amongst the trees in the distance.

Sam looked down at his map and nodded. "Yeah, I'm guessing so. Matches the coordinates."

"Huh... looks like one of them houses in the forests. The big ones." Donna gushed. "I hope my room's bigger than my old one."

"Me too. I feel like I lived in a shoebox before." Reagan laughed. "Oh wait, it was."

"Probably not worse than living in multiple motels though." Dean replied.

"Yeah, Dean's got a point." Donna chimed in as the car came to a stop. "I mean, can you imagine us motel-hopping eating junk food and watching pay-per-view?"

Reagan shuddered. "Heck no! Especially the junk food part."

"What's wrong with junk food?!" Donna and Dean exclaimed at the same time as they got out of the car.

"Fat and grease?" Sam and Reagan said in unison. Reagan added: "Hello?!"

"Mama, look at this... place..." Donna wrinkled her nose. "This... is... it?"

"It's a bunker, what do you expect?" Reagan said. "It was used for war, not leisure."

"No this one though." Sam explained. "Remember what Henry told us, Dean? That the Mn of Letters used to hide here too? It's residential for sure."

They walked down the stairs, and Dean opened the door.

Cliff hangerrrrr! Dadadunn! If you want another chapter, leave your thoughts and I'll start writing the new chapter right away!

I was thinking of changing the appearance for Reagan and Donna cos I'm not feeling it with Jenna and Karen, so if you have any ideas, feel free! (Just fyi: I'm not good with photoshop so if they're in the same picture it's preferable!)

Until next time!