Author's Note: I don't own anything having to do with Supernatural or The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants only Leah belongs to me.
Sadie- belongs to SPNxBookworm
Kate- belongs to Jenmm31
Becca- belongs to ispiltthemilk
I know I said I wouldn't be updating until Leah gets back from hell BUT I can't seem to stay away from these girls. So here's what I came up with after chatting with ispiltthemilk one night. This is from a few years back the girls are almost 21 but not yet!
Chapter 7
Becca and I walked out of the police station rubbing our wrists from where the cuffs had been secured too tightly. We expected to just leave with a very quiet and understanding Kate, who had so graciously bailed us out…again, when we saw a not so happy Sadie leaning against the car. Our shoulders slumped almost in unison and I let out a long sigh just waiting for the yelling to begin.
"This is why we go out as a group because you two," she motioned between us with a supposed to be menacing finger, "CAN'T STAY OUT OF TROUBLE!"
I winced from the loud noise and by the look on Becca's face she wasn't too thrilled with the shrill voice either. "Sade, really, it wasn't-" Well, I tried to come up some sort of excuse or something to placate her but she was on a roll tonight.
"What would have happened if your dad had to come get you?" She questioned me and it felt like a physical punch to the gut. "Think he would be proud of you?"
Becca massaged her temples and whined, "Shut uuuuuuuuup. If I wanted a lecture I would have called Dean."
"You two are always getting in trouble!" Sadie yelled as she paced in front of the car, clearly not even bothering to listen to whatever excuse we could come up with. "I can't even count how many times you've been arrested and you're only twenty years old!"
Kate cleared her throat and shook her head slightly, "I think they get the point."
"Obviously, they don't!" Sadie continued but this time turned her attention to Becca who was now holding herself up by the hood of the car. "Think your dad would be happy about this? What about Dean? I figured he wouldn't let you out of his sight after 'the incident' especially out with Leah who he'd like to shoot full of rock salt. You couldn't wait just a few more months until you were legal?"
"Alright, that's enough," Kate shouted over the yelling and the four of us stood awkwardly around the car.
This night definitely hadn't turned out like planned and yeah I guess Becca and I did get in trouble a lot but that's what best friends were for, right? She was the one person I could go be myself in front of and not feel like I was a complete loser. Of course I felt like that with Kate and Sadie too but it was different. Becca was the one I could go do something crazy with, the person I could give her one look and without saying anything she'd be on board for whatever, and the one person I could count on to be sitting next to me in the jail cell after it all went to shit.
Kate was the one I could have endless conversations with about everything and anything. She was my female version of Sammy. She was quiet and observant, taking in everything around her, but occasionally she'd hit you with something totally out of leftfield. Kate was the best friend a girl could have because I knew no matter what all I had to do was call and she'd be there.
Sadie, Miss Cassidy as I liked to tease her, was the pure definition of a mother hen. She was the one that would reprimand me for doing something stupid but be there the next morning holding my hair back. That's not to say she didn't have fun with us because she'd definitely let loose every now and again but she always had my best interest at heart.
Sadie let out a long breath and rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder, "So…what exactly happened tonight?"
I glanced over to Becca who had her cheek resting against the hood of the car Kate had used to get here and I groaned, being the one who was the most sober out of the two of us it looked like I was going to have to do all the explaining. "I honestly don't know how it happened but I told Becca not to touch it. She touched it…we got handcuffed," I paused as Sadie crossed her arms again. "Oh, don't look at me like that Sadie I can be very persuasive." Becca slowly nodded from her half-standing, half-leaning spot on the car. "And Kate needed to bail us out because…"
"Because, why?" Sadie pressed.
I shifted my gaze to Becca again looking for a little help but she stayed silent. How was I supposed to tell her that we purposely didn't call her because we didn't want to get yelled at? Becca better speak up soon, I was getting tired of covering for both of us.
"Oh God," Becca moaned before pulling herself completely up on the hood and curling into a ball on her side. "I don't feel so good."
Kate walked over and draped her jacket over her shoulders so she wouldn't catch cold while Sadie stared at me still waiting for an answer.
"Uh…" I stuttered, trying desperately to think on my feet but after not sleeping recently and the amount of alcohol we had consumed I came up blank. "Bananas."
Sadie blinked her eyes a few times before raising an eyebrow, "…bananas?" She sighed again and really like how often did someone need to do that? That really wasn't helping matters any. "You know, this isn't the first time you two have been arrested for touching something you shouldn't."
"Last time was her!" Becca exclaimed, blindly shooting an arm out behind her to point in my direction.
"This time it was you!" I reminded her with a low growl.
"Alright," Kate tried to pry Becca off the hood. "Let's get back to the motel and you can fill us in on your story on the way."
I couldn't help the small pout that pulled on the corner of my lips as I slid into the backseat with a cranky Becca next to me. "Do I have to?" One look from Sadie in the rearview mirror told me I'd have no choice but to spill the details of the night.
"Just start at the beginning," Kate reached back and patted the top of my knee.
Let's just hope I remembered it all. "Okay, fine. It all started when…"
"Stay here and be a lookout," I mocked dad's voice as I pulled myself up onto an old wooden fence.
There was no reason for me to stand here and keep watch. This house hadn't been lived in for at least the last sixty years and if anyone was stupid enough to trek the two miles through overgrown thorn bushes than they deserved whatever they got. Dean was old enough to be off hunting on his own, Sam was at Stanford like some traitor, and then there was me who got stuck playing security guard.
I should have offered to go with Dean on his hunt but then I'd miss out on the opportunity to show my dad how good of a hunter I was; that I listened when he taught us how to take care of ourselves and how to protect the weak. Wasn't sure how I was supposed to be showing him anything since he had me sitting on the sidelines but going up against an order was out of the question.
So here I sat.
I had just found The Big Dipper in the sky and was about to look for Cassiopeia when a twig snapping somewhere off to my left had me on full alert. I slowed my breathing and sat perfectly still on the fence that was only illuminated by the moonlight. As soon as I convinced myself it must have been a wild animal something tackled me from behind sending me to the ground.
Okay, so my hand to hand combat skills weren't the best besides who needs to know how to fight when you know how to shoot? Apparently, I do. When I was tackled to the ground like some football player my gun managed to slide across the grass out of my reach. I arched my back as much as possible trying to get some leverage but it was no use as something sat on top of me and held my hands behind my back. There's no way in hell I was calling for my dad for help so I was just going to have to take what came to me.
That's when I heard the most annoying voice on the planet. "Becca, are you even paying attention?"
Becca? Are you for real right now? Please tell me that my best friend did NOT realize that it was me and just pounced on me for no damn reason.
The grip on my wrists loosened enough so I could crane my neck around to see none other than my Becca sitting on top of me. She smiled innocently, "Uh, hi."
"I know you don't like hugs but this is going too far," I grumbled as she got off of me and I brushed the dirt from my clothes.
There he stood with a smug smile that one of these days I was going to knock off that pretty face of his. Becca's older brother, Dean, and I had never really gotten along something along the lines of I was a bad influence or some shit. Please, if he only knew.
"Sit out in front of abandoned houses often?" he questioned as I pulled a leaf from my hair. Becca I'm sorry but brother or not I was about two seconds from kicking him square in the baby maker. "You do realize there is a case here, right?"
"Of course, that's why we're here," I seethed, barely keeping my temper at bay.
"We?" Becca asked. Sure, now you speak up.
As if on cue I heard my father's boots thumping against the dirt pathway and I motioned to the sound with a nod of my head, "I'm working with my dad."
"Leah?" Dad questioned as he stepped up to our small group. "What's going on out here?"
I cleared my throat and pointed to the cougar that pounced me, "You remember my friend, Becca?" Then motioned to the good-for-nothing ken doll, "And that's her brother, Dean. Looks like we weren't the only ones to figure out there's a job here."
My dad didn't even acknowledge Becca and I sent her a small apologetic smile. In his mind friends were just another means for the supernatural to destroy your world. He did size up Dean though who had this impressed look on his face.
"I've heard some stories about you," Dean mentioned.
My dad slightly nodded, "And I you."
They were stuck in this sort of staring contest for a few seconds trying to see who would break.
I was surprised when Dean spoke first, "You figure out what it is?"
"Yes," my dad answered simply, not giving any more information than was necessary. The next words out of his mouth shocked me even more, "Why don't the girls go back into town and we'll finish this."
"Dad, I can-" I was cut off by his glare, his silent way of telling me not to argue with an order. "Yes, sir. C'mon, Becs."
Becca wrapped one arm around her stomach and placed her free hand on her forehead. "Could we speed this up please?"
"She told me to start at the beginning!" I pointed to Kate who was still in the passenger seat. Seriously, how far was this motel?
"Alright, alright," Kate turned in her seat to try and get control of the situation. "Why don't we skip ahead to how you two ended up at the bar in the first place?"
Becca mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't make out so I smacked the side of her leg with the back of my hand, "What did you say?!"
"I SAID," she shouted in the small car, "That if you didn't have such a temper we could have just watched a movie!"
"Becca…" Kate tried to calm things down but I was too drunk to care.
"I don't have a temper!" I screamed as my hands clenched into fists. "I just didn't think it was fair is all. AND if we are talking about whose fault this is let's not forget that none of this would be happening if you didn't touch it!"
"I wouldn't have touched it if we never went out!" Becca argued and then rolled her window down a bit to let the cool night air blow across her face.
"STOP IT!" Sadie demanded from the driver's seat, "I will pull this car over right now!"
I poked Becca's leg and mumbled, "You got us in trouble."
"Nu-uh," she slapped my hand, "That was all you."
The car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road and without even looking back at us Sadie stated, "Leah in the front seat, now!"
Becca stuck her tongue out at me as Kate and I switched seats like some disciplined children. Luckily, we were on a back road somewhere and hadn't stopped traffic. As soon as both doors were closed the car started moving again.
"Okay, so how did you two end up at the bar?"
My anger kept building on the walk back to the motel room and though Becca was chatting about something I wasn't paying attention. I was supposed to be showing my dad how good of a hunter I was but instead he traded me in for a Ken doll. I started cracking my knuckles trying to get the urge to hit something go away because the feeling of not being good enough was suffocating me.
"Hey," Becca waved her hand in front of my face, "Are you even listening to me?"
"We should go out," I stated as I grabbed my duffle and walked into the bathroom to change out of my dirty clothes. When I got out Becca hadn't moved from her spot. "Go," I pointed to the now unoccupied bathroom. "I picked out clothes for you to wear."
Her expression screamed she was unsure about the whole thing but one look from me and she was shuffling into the bathroom. "I better not look slutty!"
"And I do look like a slut bag," Becca interrupted my story telling.
"There's nothing wrong with my clothes and you do not!" I argued.
She kicked the back of my seat, "Do too!"
"Stop, stop it," Kate tried to hold her legs down.
Sadie looked ready to put her head through a wall, "Okay, let's skip to when you two are AT the bar."
"Seriously, you're a couple months away from twenty one anyways so what's the big deal?" I whispered as I ran my fingers through my hair one more time before we entered the bar.
She readjusted the black tank top I had given her to wear under a green button up. Only problem was it sat a little lower on her than it did on me but hey boobs means free drinks. "Alright, God, I'm going. I just can't get hammered."
"No problem," I shrugged. I really couldn't get smashed either because technically we were still working a case and if something went wrong Becca and I would have to go save my dad…and Ken doll. Hell, what was I thinking they would never need saving.
"No, no, no," Becca interrupted my story again. "That's not how it happened! Leah made me go into that bar, she twisted my arm and everything!" She held her arm out so that it was in the front seat like telling Sadie was going to get me in trouble or something. "See, she twisted so hard you can't even see the bruise."
"I didn't twist anything!" I exclaimed. "I told you to change, you did. I told you that the fake ID's would work, they did. I told you we would have fun in an Irish bar on St. Paddy's day, and guess what, we did."
She pointed to a small brown dot on her arm that was smaller than a pencil eraser, "See, bruise. This was all your fault."
"That's not a bruise that's a freckle! Sadie…" I whined.
She sighed and Becca pulled her arm back into the backseat where she proceeded to tell Kate how it was not a freckle and that it was indeed a bruise. Kate nodded along to keep her quiet and Sadie gave me a look to continue.
Well, one drink turned to two and two to three and now I wasn't sure what drink we were on all I knew was that it tasted sweet.
"Hey, Ethan, another round," I called out to the bartender who was at the other end handing a pitcher of beer over to an attractive guy. I nudged Becca and she almost fell off her stool. "Look at him."
She craned her neck around me and scrunched up her nose, "Ethan is so old! I mean he has to be like thirty!"
"Ew," I shook my head at the thought. "Not him! The guy he was handing the beer to."
"Ohhhh," she finally realized who I was talking about and I thought she was going to agree but she scrunched her nose in disgust again. "Yeah, still no." She pointed at something behind the bar, "What do you think that is?"
I tilted my head to the side, trying to figure out what it was but had no clue. It looked like a football…covered in chewed pieces of gum. What the fuck kind of town were we in? "I don't know but I need another drink."
"Wait," she pulled out a pack of gum from her pocket and popped a piece into her mouth. "I want to leave my mark behind."
"You always leave a mark behind you don't have to do it with gum," I mumbled but was ignored as she smacked her gum a few times to make it sticky. Becca rolled it between her fingers and leaned across the bar trying to reach it but it was still a few inches away. "Ew, don't touch it!"
In her inebriated state she wasn't going to listen to me or anyone and finally got close enough to press her gum onto the disgusting football. When she tried to sit back down on her stool the gum was still stuck to her finger and the, what was apparently glass, football fell off the shelf. At the sound of the glass shattering on the floor the whole bar went deafeningly quiet.
Becca bit her bottom lip, "Oops."
It wasn't until I really looked around the bar that I saw two uniformed officers sitting over in the corner. My head hit the bar at our luck and within the next few seconds we had handcuffs around our wrists.
"If Becca never touched it we would have been fine," I sighed as I laid across the front seat and now had my head in Sadie's lap. "But it broke…they checked ID's…we got arrested…and called Kate. She was supposed to come bail us out and then we could just go sleep it off. She wasn't supposed to call you because then you yell and that's no fun. I know we fuck up," Becca stopped me with a 'hey'. "Fine, I know I fuck up but sometimes I don't want to get yelled at for it."
Kate spoke up from the backseat, "When you told me you were both drunk I knew there would be no way I'd be able to handle both of you at the same time."
"I don't need handling," Becca argued. "Leah is the drunk."
"You both are right now," Sadie combed her fingers through my hair and I started to wonder if she was doing it purposefully to put me to sleep. "I yell because I care, because I don't want something to happen to two of the best friends I have, and if Kate hadn't called me that's when I would have been really upset. You're my girls."
A smile flashed across my face and I let out a content sigh. This night hadn't turned out as planned. I still felt like I had failed my dad, I would have one hell of a hangover the next morning, and I was pretty sure Sadie was driving us out of state because this motel was too far away but I realized that I had some of the best friends. Becca came out to the bar with me when I knew she still wasn't comfortable going anywhere without Dean because she knew I'd end up hurting myself if I didn't release my anger. Kate had, once again, dropped everything to come make sure we were alright and played peace keeper. And last but not least Sadie had a way of making me feel safe and protected even when there were times I wanted to duct tape her mouth shut.
Sadie kept her fingers combing through my hair and any wall that I had up when I was anywhere else came down. I fell asleep knowing that I would always be safe with my girls.
