Don't own, Don't Sue
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"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean demanded. He looked around for Sam, and upon hearing retching from the bathroom, glared at Cassie. "What did you do to Sam?"
"Why must you always assume I did something to him?" Cassie asked innocently as she walked over to a bed and sat down. "By the way, Krista told me to tell you the cars are finished. She wanted to call and tell you herself, but something more important came up. Of course I should probably say someone more important showed up, but whatever." She shrugged.
Sam emerged from the bathroom, looking slightly green in the face. "Never again." He croaked to Cassie as he went to get a glass of water.
"It gets better."
"I don't want to be hearing this." Dean said.
"Who is this person?" John asked. "Who are you?"
"Dad, this is Cassie." Sam said, after he finished his water.
"Bad news." Dean said, shaking his head at her.
Cassie looked at him, and stuck out her tongue. Then her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and groaned.
"Hello?"
"Hey. Where are you?" Krista asked.
"In a room full of men." Cassie answered.
"So jealous."
"I figured. Dean's here."
"I already called dibs!! You can't have him!" She shouted over the phone. Cassie took the phone away from her ear and waited until the high pitched tirade ended. She put the phone back in place. It started again. They'd been doing that to Krista for too long. She shook her head.
"Kris! What exactly do you want?"
"To make sure you're ok! Duh! You orbed off in a huff. You couldn't have been concentrating very hard on it. I just wanted to make sure your body was in one piece."
Cassie hung up the phone.
Deans phone rang a few seconds later.
"Hello?" he asked. There was a pause. He looked at Cassie. "It's for you." She sighed, took the phone, and hung up.
"If she calls back, don't answer it." Cassie said to Dean.
"Who was on her phone, and why does she have your number?" John demanded, "And will someone answer me this time!"
Cassie's eyes widened, and was about to tell this prick where he could stick it when Dean answered.
"This is Cassie Halliwell. She lives across town with her family. Sam hit her cousin, Krista the other day, with my car and Krista was nice enough to volunteer her brother to fix it for us. That was Krista on the phone."
"Someone fixed the Impala?" John asked, shocked.
"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about the weapons in the trunk, or the illegal ID's in the glove box." Cassie slid in there casually, "So am I free to go, or are we gunna get kinky?" Cassie asked with a smile, as she held her wrists together in front of her and held them out.
Dean scowled, and Sam smacked her on the shoulder. "That's my dad."
"Yeah, I know."
"How do you know?" Dean asked, suspiciously.
"You all look so much alike." She lied quickly. Oops . . .
"Sam, that's not your shirt." Dean said slowly, just realizing.
"Um, no. It's Dubz. Krista let me borrow it."
"Why did you need to borrow a shirt from Krista?" he demanded, "Is he really her brother?"
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Yes, he's really her brother. And his shirt . . . got a stain on it, so Krista grabbed one of Dubz."
"Why were you at her apartment? And what did you spill on it?"
"What's with the third degree, Dean?" Sam demanded.
"I don't trust her."
"Well, Krista's gunna be really upset to hear that." Cassie drawled.
"You! I don't trust you!" Dean said.
"Oh . . . but you trust my crazy, caffeine addicted cousin, who 'smashed up your baby'?" Cassie asked, quoting Dean from the first time he talked about, or rather, to the car outside the Halliwell Manor.
Dean glared.
"That's a good question." Sam said, smiling slightly.
"Stop fighting! You're brothers!" John yelled.
"Yes, Sir." Dean said immediately.
A moment or two later, Sam added, "Yes, Sir."
Cassie's eyes widened, but she remained quiet.
John looked at Cassie, and ignored the boys. "Tell me who you are."
Cassie blinked. Once. Twice. "Didn't Dean just tell you?" she asked, slightly sarcastically.
"Do not get smart with me girl." John ordered, looking homicidal.
"You don't scare me. My grandparents, they scare me." Cassie said, looking him square in the eyes. She heard Dean snort, but she was too upset to notice because John didn't flinch, blink, or look away.
"That's it, girl-" John started.
"Leave her alone." Sam said, forcibly.
"What did you just say?" John demanded.
"Could we not do this now?" Dean asked, trying to get between them.
"No. Stop interrogating her. She didn't do anything wrong. I went to the Manor to help her and, she ended up saving me. Ok? Now leave her alone."
"Oh yeah . . . " Cassie said, pulling on Sams pants, he turned to look at her, "Thanks."
He smiled at her, but then Dean shoved him. Sam shoved him back. John grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and pulled him face to face.
"Knock it off." He said, and let go.
As soon as he let go, Cassie locked her gaze onto John, and then flew her stare to the door. He went flying through it.
Dean's eyes widened in shock. He stared at Cassie. "Is that what you call 'not doing anything', Sammy?" he asked, and grabbed a knife from under his pillow.
All of a sudden, there was a very bright blue light, and four young teenagers appeared. On top of Dean.
"What the hell?" Dean asked from the floor as the four kids moved next to Cassie.
"Daddy couldn't make it," Jess started.
"So we came instead." Jaime added.
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Lot of help you'll be."
"Don't worry, 'Fly's-"
Krista orbed in next to Sam.
"-coming." Jeff said.
Sam picked up the knife Dean dropped, as Krista reached out to help Dean up.
He just backed up, staring at her like she'd grown horns.
"Are you shitting me?" She asked, hands on her hips, giving him a nasty look.
"First of all, what the fuck?!" He asked incredulously.
Gasp
"There are children present!" Krista scolded, in a loud whisper.
Jess walked over to him calmly, looked up at him, and then kicked him in the shin. She walked back to where she was standing before. "He's not scary."
John came in, holding a gun up. "What the hell? Where did they all come from?" He asked, confused.
"The ceiling, I think." Dean answered.
"Associating with Demons, are you, Sammy?" John asked.
Krista, Jaime, Jess, Jen, and Jeff all gasped.
"We are not Demons, thank you very much!" Krista said.
"Yeah!" The kids answered.
"We kill demons." Jaime added.
"Well, she doesn't." Jess said. "'Fly, Firefly, and the rest of the adults do."
Jaime stuck her tongue out.
"You do realize he has a gun . . ." Jen said calmly.
"Yes, and as soon as you did, you all should have left! Wait till I tell your daddy!" Krista scolded, and all at once the four teens orbed out.
John's eyes widened.
Suddenly Cassie started to speak. "They have no right/They have no power/Turn their weapons/ Into flowers." As soon as Cassie finished the spell, the gun John was holding, along with the knife Sam was holding, turned into flowers. Sam dropped them, but John just stared in disbelief.
Krista snorted. "Flowers that bring desire/Make them turn into fire." The flowers on the floor, and the flowers in Johns hand burst into flames. John dropped them, shaking his hand in pain. The fire didn't catch anything else, and the flames stopped within a few seconds.
"Cassie, I'll see you at home." She turned to Dean, and made a nasty face. "You're car's done." She orbed out.
"Coward." Cassie muttered. She looked at Sam pointedly. "Do you-"
"No. Thanks." He answered.
"Ok." She said and orbed out.
Dean and John turned to stare at Sam, who shifted his gaze from one to the other. John crouched down and ran his fingers through the ashes that were flowers that was his gun. He glared up at Sam.
"So Sammy, your friends are Demons. You're associating with Demons!" John shouted.
"No they're not! You don't know anything about them. Until 5 minutes ago, Dean liked Krista-"
"But he stopped once he found out what she really was!"
"If she isn't a Demon, what is she?" Dean asked.
" . . . a Witch."
"That isn't any better!" John yelled.
"The last witch we met tried to kill you! What makes you think you can trust her?" Dean asked.
"I've seen what she can do! I've seen her save people! She's a good witch!"
"No such thing!" John shouted, "They're all unnatural, and they all need to be killed! That's what we do!"
"She was right. She said not to tell you two. She said you'd never believe me." Sam said.
"Wait a minute," Dean said slowly, "She possessed you, didn't she?"
"No! What are you talking about? Of course not!"
"She did. That's the only explanation." John said, "We'll have to perform an exorcism."
"I'm not possessed! This is ridiculous! Do you hear yourselves?" Sam yelled.
"Um, excuse me. I couldn't help but hear you talking about Demons, and I thought, you know, since you don't have a door, you might want to keep that kinda, loud talking to a minimum." Shayla said, stepping over the broken door shards into the room. She looked at them pointedly, like she belonged there, and they were the weird ones.
"Who the hell is she?" John yelled, staring at Shayla.
"Hell if I know." Dean muttered.
"I know her" Sam said, cocking his head to the side, "I think"
"Of course you do" Dean said sarcastically.
"Are you Shay-Lo?" Sam asked.
Shayla through her hands up in the air and glared at him.
"ShayLA! It's ShayLA!! Not Shay-lo!" She said with disgust. "So you're obviously friends with those degenerate, hypocritical HALLIWELLS!" She shrieked.
"Um, aren't you . . . dating a Halliwell?" Sam asked.
"Yes! And he's a degenerate hypocrite as well!"
"Oh."
"Who is she?" Dean asked quietly.
"Luke's girlfriend."
"Oh. Barbie."
Her eyelid started to twitch, and her whole body started to glow blue. Suddenly, they heard water running. They turned to look at the faucet, it had turned on forcibly. The water pipes in the bathroom burst, and it all started streaming towards Shayla.
"Not another witch." Dean groaned.
Shayla gasped. "I am NOT a witch! How dare you!"
"If you're not a witch, what are you?" Sam asked.
"I'm a faerie, thanks." She said with disdain.
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"A literal faerie?" Sam asked.
She glared. "I'm NOT gay!"
"This is ridiculous! Kill her, and we'll get on with this exorcism." John said, finally adding his input.
Shayla squeaked, and shimmered away.
"I'm. Not. Possessed. You two seem it though." Sam said. He turned to grab his sweatshirt and Dean punched him. Stumbling backwards, Sam shook his head. Shoving his way past Dean he headed for the doorway. John grabbed at him, but Sam dodged and ran out, down the street.
"Dean?" John asked
"Yes, sir?"
"Just who are these Halliwells?"
"I don't know"
"Grab your coat, we're finding out"
"What about Sammy?"
"What about him?" John demanded, turning to his oldest son, "he's already possessed. The only thing we can do know is find out what we're dealing with"
"And then we save him" Dean said forcibly.
"Then we save him" John agreed after a pause.
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