AN: So we thought that Ron doing dialogue worked out great, so we are going to keep doing it like that. I promised myself that I wasn't going to beg for reviews when I joined this site, but I discovered that they are like crack, and now I can't get enough, so if you have time, please review. Once again, I own nothing as awesome as Sam's body, I mean Sam and Dean. WARNING: Some suggestive comments. No flames.
To celebrate a job well done, John took the girls and his sons out to pizza. "Girls, I really don't think you understand the dangers of hunting. You put everyone you know and met in danger."
"Thanks Johnny but My dad's FBI. I'm always in danger and she technically is too. I mean she could come home to a mix of bleach and ammonia and die."
"I'm starving. Maybe if you buy us a lot of pizza we will consider not hunting in the end."
He spent the rest car ride lecturing Sindy and Leah about safety and the danger of hunting, but in the end, he still paid for their pizza, and sometimes the free food is worth it. Once they got a booth in the parlor and sat down, Dean started to notice little things that seemed out of place about Sam. He walked to the booth in a funny way, like his hips were out of place, or double jointed. And when they all sat down, Sam crossed his legs like a girl, and sat straight up with perfect posture. Although his instincts were on high alert, Dean decided to go against his Spidey-senses and explained the weird behavior away with some kind of injury that Sam could have acquired while on the job. It wasn't until the group started to order, that Dean knew something was seriously wrong. The waiter walked up and took out his pad, and started to reach for his pencil, when Sam reached in and got it for him. From the pouch in the guys apron. The guy jumped, and everyone at the table sat, shocked.
"Um…yeah so what do you guys want?" the waiter asked nervously.
"I wouldn't mind having you." Sam said flirtatiously twirling his hair.
"You're not too bad yourself."
"Are you finding this a bit creepy" Sindy whispered to Dean.
"Incredibly." He answered back.
"So do you know of any good movies that are out?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, there's a good action movie that should be pretty good. Maybe you wanna go watch it sometime?"
"Well, I'll have to check my plans…but I'll let you know ASAP."
"We'll have the family sized pepperoni." John said quickly before this could get worse.
The waiter walks off to put the order in. Sam is waving at the waiter as he walks away. In the kitchen you heard him telling everyone that he has a date with a Hollister model.
"What in the name of God is wrong with you boy?" John asked slightly concerned.
"Well, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Sam replied.
"God Sammy, do you not see that you are acting gayer than Elton John?" Dean threw in.
"Seriously Sam what's up with you?" Laura asked more concerned than John.
Sindy saw a glimpse of blue in the napkin dispenser. She looked again and noticed it was coming from Sam's eyes. She elbowed Leah and pointed to it. John had then gone into a very awkward conversation of sexuality with Sam and how he wasn't gay till today after the hunt. The waiter came back with the pizza and the receipt. He sat the pizza in the middle and slid Sam the receipt. John grabbed it and looked at the bottom. There was a number with a smiley face and the waiters name on it.
Sam took a bite of his pizza and said, "Ew…needs a little salt." He reached for it but once he touched it, but it burned his skin. Dean saw and so did Sindy and Leah. Sindy then pointed to the reflection in the napkin dispenser. Dean eyed back and forth between John and the blue eyed reflection till john saw it. He reached for the tazer in his pocket, and let the fake Sam have it. He then fell on the table unconscious. The waiter saw what happened but didn't see the tazer. He came over to see if his future boyfriend was ok.
"He's just drunk that's all." John explained.
"Book it." Dean told the girls as he helped John drag Sam out.
Everyone jumped into the car with urgency, especially Sindy and Leah, who managed to sneak the pizza box out of the parlor without paying, and John stepped on the gas. It was a long and awkward ride to the boy's house; they had all a side of Sam they never hoped to see again. It wasn't the possibility that Sam may be gay that was strange, in fact John and Dean both secretly suspected for a long time, mostly because Sam was known to keep muscle mags under his bed.
They never asked about them, but if they did, they would have known that Sam really just was reading them for the articles on weightlifting and energy drinks. No, it was the promiscuous way he was flirting. Almost like he did it for a living. They all shuddered at sudden mental picture of Sam dressed as a prostitute. Except for Leah, who, out of character, started to giggle hysterically. Sindy smacked her in the arm, with a scream of "you sikko" which managed to relieve a bit of the tension.
Once home, the group split up. Dean and John carried Sam upstairs, and the girls stayed downstairs. With no known job, they just stood around awkwardly. Meanwhile, Dean was helping John tie Sam to the bed. They knew he was possessed by something, but they didn't know what, so they were forced to take precautions. They used rope soaked in salt, which they always kept handy (who doesn't have salt soaked rope handy?) and tied him by his wrists and ankles.
After they were sure he was secured, Dean slapped Sam awake and John began the interrogation.
"Who the hell are you and why are you in my son?" John started.
"Oh, I'm your son…Damn I was hoping to get closer to you than just a son." Sam retorted.
"He said who are you? Answer the question?" Dean gritted through his teeth.
"Your not to bad yourself there hot stuff."
"This is increasingly awkward."Dean mumbled.
Sindy and Laura had crept up the stairs and were listening through the door. Sindy snickered at Dean's last comment. Laura looked at her funny and mouthed What?Sindy mouthed That's what she said. That earned Sindy a nice smack in the arm that was loud enough for everyone in the room here. John came and opened the door. The girls walked in slowly, heads down snickering.
Fake Sam then said as he looked at Sindy, "You look so much like I did when I was a woman. You would have been better than this gigantic muscle lump."
"Well that's a weird thought." Sindy said as she sat in the chair next to the bed.
"Yeah tell me about it." Dean mumbled.
"Answer the question." John demanded.
"You want to know who I am so bad. Fine. My name is Charlotte. Now I don't do anything for free so why don't you come over here and pay up big man." Charlotte directed toward John.
"You sick demented little whore."
"But I'm a sexy sick demented little whore."
"No, you are just disgusting. That's my son!"
"Sooo…"
"No! I'm not doing that to my son!"
"What if I went to the little miss look-alike-me over there" Charlotte said nodding toward Sindy.
"Now that's just wrong…" Sindy said inching away from Charlotte.
"No…not from my point of view it's not."
"It's wrong from anyone's point of view…that's what she said…" Dean giggled from the last part. He really like that's what she said jokes.
"Well, Mr. Jokes-a-lot. Why don't you come over here and you pay your daddy's bill? You both are gorgeous hunks of man. I wouldn't mind for maybe double pay."
"Ok…this is officially creepy…I'm leaving..." Sindy said and starts to walk out with Leah.
"Come back Mini-me! I'll get better business in you!" Charlotte screamed after Sindy.
"OH HELL TO THE NO! You stay away from me and you don't die…again!" Sindy screamed from the door. After they left they still heard some disturbing things they never wished they had heard. There were also several That's what she said jokes and slapping of the back of Dean's head. Sindy tried to get the words out of her head, and Leah tried too, but it was like they were permanently seared into their brains.
Dean was officially scarred for life. No matter who was in him, Sam had asked Dean to do terrible things, things that made Dean go pale, and later throw up. John was in no better condition. He walked shakily down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he poured himself some Jack Daniels and slumped into a chair, feeling sorry for himself. John has never wished for the attention of a desperate teenage girl more in his life. He wished he could go back in time to where a girl flirting with him creepily at the movies was the most of his problems in life. His son had just-NO! John was NEVER going there again.
Upstairs, Charlotte slipped out her bindings and smiled wickedly, her blue eyes flashing. It was time to paint the town red, and the first order of business was an appropriate outfit. She had something little and red in mind….
RN: To all those Elton John fans I'm sorry. He is an amazing song writer and a really good artist, but I figured it was something Dean would say. So don't hate. Any other comments I'm sorry. They should not be taken seriously. They are only meant for the enjoyment of reading.
