"Hey Cas," Scottie was sitting on the counter as he walked out of his room, "Wanna do me a huge favor?"
"Like what kind of favor?" Cas grumbled as he opened the fridge.
"Could you run to the store and… get something for me?"
"Like what?" He looked at her.
"You know…" Scottie scooted closer to him, "Stuff."
"What kind of stuff? You need to be more specific."
Scottie's smile faded and turned into a glare, "Tampons, Cas, Tampons."
Cas blinked, "Why would you need that."
"I'm bleeding out of my damn vagina, Cas."
His face flushed, "I'll get that right now."
"Thank you," Scottie smiled at him.
Cas left the bunker and Scottie watched him leave. She hopped off of the counter and opened the cabinet.
"I am so sorry," Scottie whispered to the small dog that was hiding inside, "As soon as I find Sam, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Sam walked into the kitchen and Scottie closed the cabinet door.
"I may have done something…" She held her back to the door.
Sam's eyes widened, "Are you-"
"What? No," Scottie pushed her hair back, "We haven't even-"
"Yeah, I know I just-"
"It's something else."
"Scottie, did you kill someone."
"If I did, I'd probably be cheering. And no. It's the opposite." She turned around and opened the cabinet door.
Sam's eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the dog and Scottie, "What did you-"
"They were giving him away for free!" Scottie sighed.
"Dean's not going to like this," Sam opened the fridge.
"You'll help me though?" Scottie stood up, "With taking care of Trapper?"
Sam blinked, "You… named it… Trapper?"
Scottie nodded, "It fit. But please help me."
Sam sighed, "Alright, where's Cas."
"He's a…" Scottie laughed a little to herself, "A little busy."
Cas stared at the multiple boxes. He picked up one that read maxi and another that read slender- regular.
"Do you need assistance sir?" A female worker walked up to him.
"Yes," he looked at the boxes, "Which one do you think will fit a virgin teenage girl?"
The worker kept smiling but her eyes fluttered for a moment, "What?"
"My friend is a virgin and she is bleeding, which do I get?"
"Did she tell you a brand?"
"No," Cas looked at the other boxes, "Which do you use?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Never mind, I'll just call her." He pulled out his phone and dialed her number as the worker walked away.
Back at the bunker, Sam and Scottie were attempting to get the dog that was covered in burns, scars, and scruffy salt and pepper fur that came off in bald patches into Sam's room.
"What were you thinking, Gwen," Sam asked her, "This dog is hopeless."
Scottie smirked, "Funny, Reyna said the same about you."
Sam stopped in his tracks, "Scottie-"
"Look," Scottie picked up Trapper, "I thought it would be a good relationship building technique."
At that moment, Scottie's phone rang, "Could you get that?" She asked Sam as she held out her hip.
Sam reached into her pocket, grabbed her phone and he answered it, "Hello?"
"Sam," Cas looked over the boxes again, "What tampons does Scottie use?"
Sam's eyes almost popped out of his head as he looked over at Scottie.
"Who is it?" Scottie scratched Trapper behind his ears.
"Cas," Sam swallowed, "Maybe you should talk to him."
"This is a serious matter, Sam," Cas's voice could be heard by Scottie.
"What does he want?" She asked him.
Sam paused for a moment, "He wants to know what tampons to get."
Scottie didn't flinch and asked for the phone, Sam handed it to her and sat on his bed.
"What are you thinking about?" Scottie asked.
"The slender-regulars," Cas replied, "For you being a virgin and-"
"Vaginas don't work that way, Cas," Scottie shook her head, "Does anything say resealable packages?"
"Yes, but-"
"Just buy them Cas," She hung up the phone, "Taken care of."
"I'm telling you, there's something going on between those two," Dean paced around his room as Reyna laid on his bed, throwing a ball to herself.
"Dean, they got hit by Cupid's arrow," Reyna sighed, "Of course something's up."
Dean glared at her, "I mean that they're up to something."
"Like what?" Reyna scoffed, "She's his hell boo that he uses for drugs."
Dean ignored her, "Why don't you go and find out."
"Find out what?"
"Find out what they are up to."
Reyna caught her ball and looked at Dean, "Do I really want to?"
"Just do it."
"If you're so desperate to find out, macho man, why don't you do it then?"
"You know what? I will," Dean stood up and walked towards the door.
"Go get 'em Tiger!" Reyna went back to throwing her ball.
At the cash register, Cas was paying for Scottie's tampons and he looked down at the newspaper with the headline "Las Vegas Nights".
"Weird, huh?" the cashier asked, "All of the newspaper and phone calls from Las Vegas are all in song lyrics."
Cas picked up the newspaper, "I'll take this too."
Dean knocked on Sam's door, "Sam, we need to talk."
Sam yelled back, "In a minute." His eyes darted back to Scottie, "Get under the bed."
"Sam-" Scottie held up Trapper.
"Just get under the bed!"
Reluctantly, Scottie obeyed and slid under the bed.
Sam opened the door with Dean standing with his arms crossed.
"Hey, Dean," Sam smiled, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Dean replied, "Is um.. Scottie here?"
"No," Sam replied, "Come in."
Dean followed and took a quick look under the bed and did a little smirk, "Are you and Scottie… up to anything?"
"Like what, Dean?" Sam looked around the doorway.
"You know… Stuff?"
Sam sat there confused for a moment and Dean sighed loudly, "Sex, Sam! Sex."
"Well, I mean, we tried."
"You tried?" Dean laughed for a moment.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked.
"I was beginning to think you only liked Scottie because she's half demon."
Scottie's jaw dropped and Sam looked displeasing at Dean, "What?"
"You know, with the whole Ruby thing. I was beginning to think you were only into demons."
"What? Are you only into Reyna because she's a slut."
At this moment, Scottie attempted to get out from under the bed but realized that there was a demon trap where she laid. She held tightly onto Trapper.
"Well at least we're waiting, unlike you and replacement Ruby."
"Waiting? That's a first for you."
"The last time you went this fast with a girl, you were soulless, Sam. She's up to something!"
"Like what, Dean? Trying not to kill her sister? Because your little fling over there is probably doing the exact opposite."
"She had sex once!"
"Then why the hell did I catch her in bed with the pizza guy from last week."
Scottie pretend gagged herself with her finger.
Dean blinked for a moment, "So what? You and the Virgin Queen over there have probably the rest of your lives planned out with a dog and kids and the whole apple pie life."
"And what if we do?" Sam yelled. At that moment, Trapper left Scottie's grip and walked out from under the bed and towards Sam.
"SERIOUSLY? ALREADY?" Dean threw his hands into the air.
Reyna ran into the room, "What the hell is that?"
"His name is Trapper," Sam picked him up, "And I… found. Him."
"You found him?" Dean asked and Sam nodded.
"Sam, Where's Scottie," Reyna blinked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam straightened up.
Dean glared, "She's under the bed, Rey."
Reyna's eyes turned from Sam to Dean, "How would you-"
"I put a Devil's trap under the bed," Dean didn't look away from Sam.
"You did what?" Sam looked surprised.
"I wanted to see if she was… up to somethi- OW."
Scottie had thrown a flashlight at Dean's leg from under the bed.
"Scottie!" Sam yelled.
"WELL GET ME OUT FROM UNDER HERE, TALL, DARK, AND ANNOYING."
Reyna stifled a laugh, causing Dean and Sam to glare at her, "What? You have to admit it's funny."
"I'll deal with you later," Dean's gaze moved.
"I don't need that image, Dean," Scottie growled, "NOW GET ME OUT."
Sam looked at Dean and waited for him to do something, which he didn't. Then he pointed towards Scottie and said, "Well?"
Reluctantly, Dean scratched a thin line out of the trap and before Scottie could climb out, he held her wrist down, "I'm watching you."
"Yes, because Lucifer really misses being up Sam's ass," Scottie said sarcastically, "I want to help just as much as you do."
"By getting a dog?" Dean laughed, "You can barely take care of-"
In two seconds, Scottie had climbed out from the bed and pinned Dean to the ground, "Watch me." Then she stood up and looked around, "Has anyone seen Cas? I sent him out an hour ago."
Cas just reached the bunker at the time when he had heard some unusual crashes coming from upstairs. He dropped the bags at the door and ran upstairs, "What happened?"
Reyna confusedly pointed at Scottie and then at Cas, "How the hell did you know Scottie was looking for you?"
"You are?" Cas looked at her.
"You were out for an hour!" Scottie yelled.
Cas then caught a glimpse at Trapper, "What is that."
"Don't even try it, Sam," Dean glared at his brother, "I know what dogs look like and that is definitely not a dog."
"I'm the one who found him, Dean," Scottie growled.
"Well if that's the case," Dean picked up Trapper and dropped him in Scottie's arms, "You're also the one taking him back."
"That's not possible."
"Oh yes it is."
"He was on the streets."
Dean was quiet for a moment, "You mean to tell me, you found that rat out on the streets?"
"So, Sam, how's your day been," Reyna smiled at him.
"Good, I guess," Sam replied, "Just a little mentally scarred."
"Shut up!" Dean and Scottie yelled.
Scottie paused and looked at Sam, "One second, who the hell is Ruby."
Sam bit his lip, "Never mind her."
Scottie's face stiffened, "Excusez-moi?"
"She was a demon who Sam used for her blood," Cas added.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Scottie yelled.
"Yeah," Sam took a deep breath, "Thanks, Cas."
Reyna grabbed Cas and Dean, "We probably should leave before one of them pulls out a knife." She then proceeded to drag them out of the room.
"Hold on," Cas held up his finger and walked over to the front door and pulled out the newspaper, "I found this." He showed the story to Dean and Reyna.
"These are song lyrics…" Reyna looked at them.
"Time to make a trip," Dean sighed.
"Should we get those two?" Cas asked.
"Hell no," Dean snorted, "we're letting them discuss this on their own."
"Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you," Reyna smirked at Dean.
"Well the night does funny things inside a man," Dean smirked, "These old tomcat feelings you don't understand,"
"Um, guys?" Cas looked at the two of them, "I think somebody's at the door."
"I can see that you are lonesome just like me," Reyna replied, "And it being late, You'd like some company."
"Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me, The guy you're with has up and split the chair next to you's free. And I hope that you don't fall in love with me."
Cas groaned and opened the door, "Gabriel."
"Hello, Cas," He smiled, "How's being human."
"Stop it," Cas glared.
"What?" Gabriel leaned on the door frame.
"Now it's closing time, the music's fading out. Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout."
"Well I turn around to look at you; you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face."
"Guess I'll have another round."
"And I think that I just fell in love with you." Dean smiled at Reyna again and kissed her on her lips.
"Apparently song lyrics are the best way for people to come clean about their feelings," Gabe smirked and grabbed Cas, "Watch." They appeared in Sam's room as Scottie started to cry.
"Sam, listen," she said, "I gotta say what's on my mind. Something about us Doesn't seem right these days Life keeps getting in the way Whenever we try, somehow the plan Is always rearranged It's so hard to say But I've gotta do what's best for me You'll be okay."
Gabe laughed to himself as she took a deep breath, "I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here I hope you understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way Don't wanna leave it all behind But I get my hopes up and I watch them fall everytime Another colour turns to grey and it's just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away."
"Can't they hear you?" Cas asked.
Gabe laughed again, "People these days are so into their music they pay no attention to what's going on around them. Shh. This is getting good."
"I'm leaving today 'cause I've gotta do what's best for me you'll be ok..." Scottie started to turn away," I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here I hope you understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way."
She turned towards the door as Sam grabbed her wrist, "What about us? What about everything we've been through?"
"What about trust?"
"You know I never wanted to hurt you."
"And what about me?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I gotta leave but I'll miss you." Scottie had grabbed the door handle and started to leave the room with Sam on her heels, "So, I've got to move on and be who I am."
"Alright, please just stop this," Cas groaned again.
"Why? Are you not a Zac Efron fan?" Gabe grinned, "Watch this."
Sam grabbed Scottie's wrists as she screamed out, "If you love me let me go 'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart."
Gabe smiled as Scottie squirmed her way out of Sam's grip.
"She's leaving?" Cas looked at Gabe.
"Oh now you get it?" Gabe sat down on Sam's bed, "I guess the sex wasn't that great."
"Scottie's a virgin," Cas stated.
"She's the oldest virgin I've met."
"And soon I'll be the last you've ever met," Scottie had a knife pressed to Gabriel's throat, "Who. Are. You."
"Gabriel?" Sam looked at him, coming out of his trance.
"Oh look at what you've done Castiel," Gabe sighed, "You ruined the fun."
"Sam, I swear to god, if you don't start coming clean about your life, WEEEEEE are never ever getting back together."
"He's an archangel," Sam said, "He's supposed to be dead."
"Hi," Gabe held out his hand, "Gabriel. You're Guinevere, Daughter of Azazel, right?"
"Don't make me stab you."
"Sam, I give you props for this one."
"I'm not dating him."
"Hon, you're destined to be with him," Gabe looked over to Sam, "Can you get her off of me?"
"Scottie, he's a friend," Sam pulled her off.
Reyna and Dean ran into the room with Dean slightly out of breath, "Gabe?"
"WERE YOU TWO SERIOUSLY-" Scottie started screaming until Reyna laughed.
"No!" She replied, "We were in a trance and… I don't know what happened."
"I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love with you," Gabe smiled and then looked at them, "Hootie and the Blowfish. A romantic song if you ask me."
"And us?" Sam asked.
"A mix between Gotta Go My Own Way from High School Musical 2 and This is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco."
"Can I kill him?" Scottie yelled as her shoulder blades were stabbing her back.
"He's important," Cas sighed, "I wish he wasn't."
"Oh you love me, Brother-twice-removed!" Gabe smiled wider.
Sam pulled the knife out of Scottie's hand, "Don't even touch him."
"I am the daughter of Azazel and a hunter, I don't need to touch him," Scottie growled.
"Are you still mad about Ruby?" Reyna asked, "I mean seriously, I thought you read the books."
Scottie paused for a moment, "I may have… skimmed…"
"You… skimmed?"
"DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I HAD THE TIME? I MEAN, MOM KEPT SCREAMING AT ME EVERYTIME I TOLD HER I LIKED THESE TWO GUYS NAMED SAM AND DEAN."
"She was not that bad."
"Of course, I forgot. You were her favorite. I was the one she hated because I remember my father."
"Guys, stop this," Dean started to say.
"Besides," Gabriel looked at them all, "I hear something's brewing on the horizon."
"Like what?" Cas asked him.
"Something with Azazel," He said, "That's what I've been trying to do for you."
"So, by distracting us," Sam processed his thoughts, "you're telling us about what hell's planning?"
Gabe nodded and Sam laughed, "Unbelievable."
"Listen," Gabe told them, "I have to go mess with some people but You and Gloriana over there better have sex before Christmas or you are never getting rid of me."
And then he disappeared and they all looked at each other. Scottie turned to look at Sam but before he could say anything, she walked out of the room and he called after her, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because, Sam," Her hand was on the doorknob of the front door, "If my dad is out there, I actually have family. I need to leave, I'm sorry."
She opened the door to see Gabriel leaning on the doorframe, "Nice try, Princess. It's too dangerous to even try to talk it out with Daddy Dearest. Besides, last time I heard of him, Dean smoked his ass. He's dead Scottie. Get. Over. It."
He disappeared again and Scottie slowly closed the door and looked at the others, "If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen. Don't talk to me." She walked away without another word.