C+C

Courtney perked up from her seat on the counter when the sound of the Mustang's engine filled the air. She jumped down and opened the back down, a startled laugh escaping her when she saw Dean sprawled on the hood of the car. "Couldn't move him, huh?" she asked as Charlie got out.

Charlie let out a snort. "Please. What about Sam? He back on the couch?"

Courtney stuck her tongue out at her.

"Thought so," Charlie said. "Come help me get his fine ass off my car," she said, walking around the hood.

Courtney raised an eyebrow. "Your car?" she asked as she walked down the back steps.

Charlie rolled her eyes and nodded her head. "Okay, okay, fine, our car," she amended, grabbing Dean's shoulder and jerking him to the side, the man sliding down.

Courtney came over and grabbed Dean's legs, hooking them around his waist as they lifted.

Charlie let out a grunt as she supposed his upper body. "Jesus, he needs to lay off the burgers," she said, maneuvering them towards the back door.

Her sister let out a laugh. "You're one to talk," she told her, stumbling slightly as she hit the stairs.

"Oh shut up and lift."

They made it into the house, their steps heavy but quiet as they carried the unconscious man. into the living room where they laid him back down onto the ground, his head on the pillow. With that done they moved on to Sam.

"Oh my God," Charlie said as she slipped her hands under Sam's arms and lifted up.

"Use your legs not your back," Courtney told her, hooking Sam's legs around her waist like she had done with Dean.

Charlie snarled at her as they half dragged half carried him. "What the hell are they feeding him?" she demanded.


The girls stood off the side, breathing heavy as they looked the two men over, Sam now on the couch and Dean still on the floor.

Courtney straightened, let out a sigh and reached forward to snatch the file off the table next to the couch. "Thank you, Sammy," she said, tucking it safely under her arm.

"And thank you, Dean," Charlie said as she fished through his jacket pockets for his keys.

"You're stealing the Impala?" Courtney demanded, her eyes going wide.

Charlie shook her head and stood. "Borrowing with full intention of returning," she stated.

"He's going to kill you, you know that right?" her sister asked.

Charlie chuckled and bounced the keys in her hands. "I would like to see him try," she said before dropping his jacket over him. "Come on, let's go," she said, moving towards the back door.

"Wait, where's the pie?" Courtney asked, suddenly remembering that she hadn't seen it.

"The Stang," she answered with a wink.

Courtney chuckled as she followed after her. "And she's stealing the pie too," she muttered. "Dean is not going to be a happy man."


D+S

~That morning~

Sam jerked awake, his body shooting ramrod straight as his eyes searched the study for any sigh of threat. He let out a sigh and swung his feet over the edge, his eyes landing on his still sleeping brother. "Dean, wake up," he said, nudging his brother's leg.

"Pie!" Dean yelled, jerking up just like Sam had done a few moments earlier.

Sam let out a snort. "Dude, really?" he asked.

Dean looked around the study, seeming to realize that it had all been just a dream and let out a sigh. He slumped down and ran his hands over his face, a yawn leaving him. "Weird dream," he stated.

Sam's eyebrows shot up. "Yeah? Me too."

Dean looked up at her, an eyebrow raised. "Oh, yeah? Was it about Courtney?" he asked with a smirk.

Sam let out a sigh. "Yeah. We were in the kitchen, eating the left over spaghetti," he told him.

Dean chuckled, his smirk widening. "Sammy, you kinky bastard," he said.

"No, it wasn't like that. We were just talking then you walked in, asking where the pie was-"

"Courtney answered my question before I asked them, gave me a fork and I went outside?" Dean cut in, his eyes wide.

Sam nodded. "Uh, yeah," he answered, his eyebrows pulling together before one word rang through is head. "Benzodiazepine," he said.

Dean's face screwed up. "Benso-what?" he asked.

"Benzodiazepine. It's a powerful sedative," he explained.

"How the hell do you know-"

"Well, they're gone," Bobby cut in, appearing in the study doorway, a cup of coffee clutched in his hand. "What the hell were you doing last night?" he demanded.

"What do you mean?" the brothers asked.

"All that banging," Bobby answered, a frown on his face. "4 o'clock in the morning?"

They looked to each other, shaking their heads.

"Bobby, we weren't…" Sam trailed off, trying to understand what had happened.

A chuckle suddenly left the man. "Let me guess, Courtney gave you two ijits forks," he said, a smile pulling at his lips.

They both nodded.

"Did you find a folder with a case about a strip club?" he asked, knowing look in his eyes.

"Yeah."

"They didn't want you two snaking their case," he explained. "Left you stranded so you couldn't follow them," he told them. "Though I heard engines."

Dean suddenly became very concerned. "Stranded, what do you mean stranded?" he demanded, his tone more than a little harsh.

"Charlie always did love the Impala," Bobby stated, laughing in his voice.

Dean's eyes widened. "No!" he yelled as she scrambled to his feet and ran to the front door.

Sam and Bobby waiting, both of them holding their breathe.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Bobby chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "Shouldn't be surprised," he stated, walking into the kitchen.

Sam got up from the couch and headed to the front door where he found Dean hyperventilating on the front porch.


C+C

"Okay, I lied, I'm not giving this baby back," Charlie stated, her phone pressed to her ear as she led her sister down the road, the mustang centered in the Impala's rearview mirror.

"You'll have Dean Winchester on your ass for the rest of your life," Courtney told her.

Charlie let out a sigh and stroked the wheel. "I don't care, I'm in love."

"With the car or the Winchester?" Courtney teased.

"Car, definitely the car," Charlie answered, relaxing into the plush leather seats.

"Sure, sure. So, when is it my turn to drive?"

"In about never," Charlie answered. "This baby is mine."

"I think you're forgetting that I have the pie," Courtney stated. "You will not get any more pie if I do not get to drive the Impala."

Charlie thought about that for a moment. "Will there be ice cream involved?"

"If we stop at the next gas station, yes," her sister answered.

She let out a sigh. "Ugh, I hate you. Fine, the next gas station," she said before hanging up and tossing her phone to the side.


D+S

"Dean, slow down," Sam said, looking nervously at the speedometer as he braced himself in his seat.

"That bitch has by baby, Sam!" Dean yelled, putting more pressure on the gas pedal.

The beat up van went faster, the engine yelling in protest.

"Dude, you're going to kill us," Sam stated.

"I don't care!"

"I do!" Sam yelled back. "Look we know where they are, we don't need to kill ourselves!"

Dean took in deep breathes, the foot on the gas petal easing slightly, slowing them down to a more comfortable number, nothing near the speed limit but close enough.

Sam watched his brother, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

Dean glanced over, his eyes narrowed. "What are you smirking about?!" he snapped. "You were knocked out too!"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, but…." he trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

"But what? She flirted with you? Acted nice? Told you she liked you?" dean asked, clearly still not happy.

Sam rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "No, she just told me about herself, about hunting," he answered.

Dean growled. "Sharing chick flick moments, huh?"

"What did you and Charlie talk about?" Sam demanded, starting to get a little annoyed with his brother's attitude.

Dean shifted in his seat. "Nothing really," he answered. "She just explained why they're car is purple," he said.

Sam looked to his brother with a surprised look. "Really? That's it?" he asked. "No flirting?"

"No, Sammy," he answered. "She'd probably stab me," he grumbled, glaring at the road.

"Do you….want to flirt with her?" Sam asked.

Dean shot his brother a glare. "Shut up, Sammy."


C+C

"So, you two want jobs?" the nice cross dressed owner of club Allure asked them, looking the two over.

They nodded. "Yes, ma'am," they answered.

She looked them over again. "Have you two done this before?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She thought about that for a moment before sighing. "I do need two new girls," she mused.

"You won't regret it!" they said, bright smiles pulling at their lips.

She smiled back. "When can you start?"


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