"Whats the big deal, Dean?" Sam said.
"She was hurt, something hurt her, Sam. And she wouldnt tell me." Dean said taking his hand off the wheel and loosening his tie.
"Maybe because shes not hurt. If anything happened to Cleo it would of happened to Penelope."
"You dont know her like I do Sam."
"You barely know her! I probably know more about her than you, because I actually spend time with them!"
"Oh yeah, whens her birthday." Dean said.
"June 5-" Sam said.
"When was she born?"
"1981." They both said in unison.
"Her parents?" Dean asked.
"Both deceased."
Dean rolled his eyes. "So maybe you know something, but I know personal things. Things she wouldnt tell, just anyone."
"And let me guess, your not anyone?"
"Thats right."
"She just another girl."
"Why do you say that!?"
"You always understand them, know them, trust them." Sam explained.
"So do you, at least mine are normal, and human!"
"Shut up, Dean. Pull over."
"Not this again..." Dean sighed and pulled the car over. Sam hopped out, and Dean followed.
"For once, shut up about my life, Dean!"
"Your my little brother, so sorry if I'm just looking after you!"
"I dont need your protection."
"I didnt-" Dean stopped as he felt a tug on his shoulder. Something whispered, 1 year. He pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled off his left sleeve and there was the hand print. "Holy shit."
"What?" Sam said a little upset.
"This...this was gone."
"What are you talking about?"
"When I came here- where ever this is- I didnt have this."
"So what, you think it means...?" Sam said hoping for an answer.
"I dont know? I just felt this push or tug and... this whisper. It said, 1 year."
"Communication..." Sam said adding it together.
"What? God your needy."
"No, no. The angels- somebody must be trying to communicate with you."
"You think they put us here?"
"Maybe."
"But we've been here for... months." Dean said buttoning up his shirt.
"Maybe to us. Think about it. Its all too perfect. Penelope and Cleo fell into our hands like putty. Demons are lessening and easy."
"Maybe for you, Cleos like a boulder falling to my head."
"But remember every time were sent here, you learned some lesson."
"And what might this lesson be?"
"...L-love."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Are you in love?... With Cleo?"
"Dude you know the answer."
"So do you. Tell me yours."
"If you know then whats the point!?"
"Because I want you to admit you love her!"
"But I dont, Sammy. I just want to protect her."
"What?"
"I-i dont know? Its not love when I see her. Its like a like a role I play."
"A father role?"
"Dude that nasty, I had sex with her!"
Sam looked at him innocently. Dean rolled his eyes and got back into the car.
- - -
Penelope looked at her phone, as the paced back and fourth in front of the bathroom door. She could hear Cleo puking every few seconds. Sam should have called her by now, she knows Dean was worried. Penelope stopped in her tracks when Cleo opened the door.
"They call?" Cleo asked a bit dizzy.
"No." Penelope said leaning against the wall next to Cleo.
"This is all Deans fault."
"You had a part in it too."
"Please..." Cleo said still managing to add sarcasm to her words. "Are you going to research this thing? 'Cuz I have no clue what to do."
"Just wait til the boys get here."
"No, because I'm telling him. That'll teach his pretty ass."
"You've seen his ass." Penelope said lighting up.
"Not Sams." Cleo said rolling her eyes.
"You like making Dean suffer. He just wants to... I dont know, I should shut up. I know how you are about this stuff."
"No, I'll talk, but just to you." Cleo said sliding down next to Penelope.
"Okay. Did he break your heart?"
Cleo shook her head and looked away. "Not yet."
"Do you think you broke his?"
"No..." Cleo said wiping her face. Penelope wrapped an arm around her. "I want him to, so I can get over it." Penelope started mumbling words to a song. "Whats that your singing?"
"This song, called butterflies. I just hear music is like an antidote."
"Well sing louder! 'Cuz at this point I might need it."
"A million faces, A million names
A million boys but they're all the same
Until I set my eyes on you
Yeah
Like a moth into a flame
I just could not look away
There's nothing else for me to do
You give me butterflies
Tangled up inside
I wanna close my eyes and hold on to this feeling
Butterflies
So tongue tied
Here's what I'm trying to say
You give me butterflies
The way you look
The way you laugh
The way you love and don't hold back
You're everything I've waited for
Yeah
I have never felt so much
It's like a promise when we touch
I could not ask for something more
And I love the way your hand fits into mine-" The phone vibrated on the floor, cutting off Penelope. She picked it up.
"Sam!" She shouted.
"Hey, babe. You guys get home okay?"
"Yeah, but we've got a situation."
"Whats wrong?"
"Cleos is... now dont tell Dean... promise."
"...Yeah sure."
"Cleo is...pregnant...with a-"
"Wait she what!?" Sam yelled.
"Listen, Sam!"
"Fine, sorry."
"Shes pregnant with some creature...well it looks like it."
"What do you mean, looks like it?"
Cloe took the phone and spoke to Sam, "Its a total Twilight thing. I'm planning to name it... Deneamo! Not very creative."
"Huh?" Sam said confused.
Penelope took the phone back. "Just get here."
if you didnt know... de(Dean)ne(penelope)am(sam)o(cleo) like she said, not very creative =( dont worry...its not what it looks like.