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AN1: Usually between updates some time has passed but this update takes place while they are still at the beach.

AN2: I haven't replied to any of your reviews, quite honestly I'm surprised I'm even writing this chapter, I feel like crap…like if Big Bird had a fight with Barney and then had a baby together and then it got busy in it's diaper…yes, I feel like that.

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Chapter Twenty-Six

my friends are going to be there too Part Two

Dean glanced behind Tony to Sam who nodded evilly in affirmation; they both moved their attention back to Tony who had her back to them as she stood balancing on a piece of wood still watching the ocean, not aware that they stood a few feet away plotting against her.

"Ready?" Sam whispered standing beside Dean.

"Let's do this shit." Dean nodded determinedly.

On the count of three the brothers ran up to the spacing Tony with Dean grabbing her ankles and Sam her wrists, the two quickly jogged towards the ocean with her kicking and screaming holding her between the two.

"What the hell you guys?" Tony shouted trying to rip herself out of their grasps, "It's not my birthday so you don't have to give me any birthday bumps. Seriously, just put me down. Shorty, let go of my damn legs!" Tony shouted trying to kick her legs out of his grasp.

"Shut up, your like a sack of heavy potatoes." Dean grinned widely at Tony's indignant gasp.

"No, guys don't do it! Get me away from the water, you know my fear!" Tony screamed glancing sideways seeing the ocean nearing her. Giving one last thrash as the brothers swung her, Tony let out a shriek feeling her self airborne. Knowing what would come next Tony slammed her mouth shut and braced herself as the water engulfed her, trying not to panic Tony waited a minute before standing up and rubbing the water away from her eyes.

"You fucking think this is funny?" Tony shouted at the brothers who were holding their sides laughing.

"Olga…you should have seen your face!" Dean gasped out before the two brothers broke out into another fit of laughter.

"Shut up both of you! You don't understand real fear! I could—" Tony stopped abruptly glancing down around her feet nervously.

Sam wiped the tears from his eyes trying to catch his breath before glancing up at the petrified looking Tony, "Tony, what is it? I'm sorry, we were just joking."

"I felt something brush my leg." Tony said hesitantly.

Dean wiped the laughter from his face noticing Tony's rigid stature; taking a step towards her worriedly Sam shook him off before jogging to Tony, ignoring the ocean soaking through his jeans.

Waiting for the perfect timing for Sam to get deep enough, Tony bit her lip and tried to look like she was going to cry. Hell, she was scared but this was the only way she could get payback for dumping her in the ocean. Seeing Sam get closer to her Tony waited for his arm to touch her shoulders before she recoiled and threw herself at him, throwing them both into the water.

"Take that bitch!" Tony shouted victoriously shoving him deeper under her. Getting up quickly, Tony began to run to the shore laughing hysterically with Dean.

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"Sam, how much longer! C'mon!" Tony shouted between her pounding on their motel room's bathroom door.

"Olga, he's only been in there for four minutes." Dean pacified sitting on his bed watching her pace as she begun peeling her wet, salt encrusted clothes off of herself.

"I know, Shorty. But it's your guys' fault that my skin is burning from the damn salt. What if I drowned?" Tony asked suddenly rounding on him, in only her matching underwear and a panicked expression.

Dean snorted in response ignoring Tony throwing her wet jeans over her shoulder and picking up a towel, "Dude, you couldn't have drowned, the water only went up to your knees."

"Only takes a tablespoon in your lungs and your gone like that." Tony snapped her fingers to make her point.

"And your sources are?" Dean scoffed.

"I'll have you know my sources are never wrong!" Tony said slightly offended.

"Yeah, like when you thought a pregnant waitress was carrying Satan's child, just because she reminded you of Rosemary from Rosemary's Baby?"

"She did Dean! She smelled funny too!" Tony grudged out leaning against the counter waiting for Sam to finish.

"She smelled like liver!" Dean snorted.

"And that's not funny? Dude, who the hell walks around smelling like liver?" She said slightly disgusted and nauseous.

"Decide what you wanted for dinner yet?" Sam asked smirking at the two, he had heard the bickering throughout his whole shower, he could never escape these two but it was times like these he didn't want to either.

"Chinese"

"Italian. Dammit Olga!" Tony rounded towards Dean; "I don't want to eat anymore Chinese. I'm tired of fried stuff, can't we eat like…stuff smothered in a sauce?"

"Get her fried stuff smothered in a sauce." Dean said to Sam ignoring the girl glaring at him.

"I don't know why I love you guys. I really don't. Like a wart on my ass." Tony mumbled stalking towards the bathroom.

"But such a pretty ass." Dean called over hearing her let out a frustrated shriek as the bathroom door slammed closed.

"What?" Dean asked glancing at Sam who was scowling bullet holes at him.

"Dude," Sam deadpanned before grabbing Dean's keys and stalking out of the motel room exasperated.

"Freaking PMS week."

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Tony closed her eyes letting the warm water cascade on her pulsing the salt off of her, she sighed lathering her now shoulder length hair with her shampoo. Reflecting on the whole day Tony smiled rinsing her hair; feeling a light feathering sensation on her right shoulder she tried to flick the sensation away. Realizing the sensation moved to her hand Tony glanced down at her hand only for her heart to stop and her to gasp.

Dean woke with a start hearing a bloodcurdling scream; grabbing his gun he did a quick glance only to realize the screaming belonged to Tony. Realizing she was still in the shower he kicked the bathroom door down and quickly scanned the room for any assailants. Not seeing any, Dean briskly walked to the shower and ripped the shower curtain off of the rod and glanced down at her.

Seeing Dean, Tony flung herself at him and began to silently cry and plead in between gasping. Dean looked around the shower for the attacker only to jolt when he saw the black thing trying to climb it's way out of the side of the tub. Pulling her out, Dean let Tony wrap herself around him; both unaware of Tony soaking his clothes through.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked hoarsely, after hearing such heart stopping screams that belonged to her, he thought for a minute of blinding terror that she was hurt; hell his knees were almost knocking together.

"Please kill it Dean." Tony begged clutching onto him tighter.

"Tony it's not that big…just…a little." Dean pacified, bending down to turn the water off.

"Dean, it's fucking huge, almost the size of a wolf spider!" Tony shook her head vehemently.

"It's not…. that huge." Dean said trying not to let on that he agreed with her, that thing's fucking huge, he thought astonished.

"Dean." Tony deadpanned.

Sighing Dean lifted her out of the bathroom to sit on his bed as he handed her a towel, "Do you want me to shoot it?"

"Yes."

"Done." Dean nodded before cocking his gun.

"Wait." Tony said hesitantly as she grabbed his arm, "You can't. It'll make too much noise and Sam will wonder why there's a fucking bullet hole in the damn tub."

"What do you think we should do then? I am not getting that on my boot." Dean said disgusted at the possibility. Pushing her over slightly, Dean sat down besides her grabbing the towel from her to begin to dry her hair himself.

"I don't know. Can't we like…drown it?" Tony thought before she shook her head trying to ignore Dean tugging at her hair, "Nah, I say we leave it for Sam to handle."

"Samantha? Tony, I'm the man here, it's my job to kill any insects. It's in the fucking manual!" Dean growled disgruntled but still managing to be gentle with her hair.

"Well, then let's light the damn thing on fire. Always worked in the movies. Oh hell, give me my fucking boot." Tony said frustrated, "By the time we have a discussion, the damn thing will be gone."

Dean sighed standing up with her, handing her the towel she wrapped herself in it and walked over to her boots. Shoving her feet in them, Dean offered his hand and pulled her along back into the bathroom.

"Is it still in there?" Tony asked against Dean's neck.

"If you want to kill it, why don't you look?" Dean smirked.

"I don't want to kill it, I have too. It'll be cathartic." Tony determined.

"Well, at least you think it'll be. It'll have to do cause the thing's not in there anymore." Dean said suddenly becoming weary and wishing he had his boots on also.

"Dean!" Tony squeaked jumping him and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Groaning at the sudden weight, Dean stumbled to his bed and threw her on it before walking quickly to put his boots on too, "I swear, you're making me into a lunatic!" Dean mumbled.

"I can't help it if my crazy is rubbing off on you." Tony said standing up on his bed unaware that her towel was unraveling itself.

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"Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you two doing?" Dean heard Sam shout from the doorway; unable to tear his eyes away from the closet he was looking through he ignored his brother.

"Shut the door behind you Sam, I don't want anything else coming in!" Tony shouted back, grunting when he slammed shut the door and wearily put the take-out on the table; glancing around the room to take in the sight.

"Why are you standing there naked in boots on Dean's bed? And why does Dean have a gun and flashlight checking the closet? Is there something in here?" Sam asked suddenly grabbing his gun from his back to cock it.

"It's just a damn spider, Tony's making me check the damn motel for it. It launched an all out attack on her in the shower." Dean explained with a shrug.

"Then can you put clothes on for me?" Sam asked Tony reproachfully.

"You'll have to hand me the clothes then cause I am not moving until the thing is dead." Tony demanded.

Sam sighed and went to her duffel, "Always to me, why does this shit always happen to me?"

"Are you talking to yourself Sam? Dean, can you hear him talk to himself?" Tony called out to the older brother who was now checking in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I didn't hear about what though. Did you?" Dean called back absently.

"I didn't hear, let me ask him." Tony answered back, before turning back to Sam who was yanking her clothes out, "Sam, why are you talking to yourself? You know it's not healthy right?"

"I swear to god, if I had a fucking gun." Sam muttered.

"You have a gun." Dean replied still tearing through the kitchen.

"Shut up. Both of you, here!" Sam bit out throwing clothes at Tony who squinted suspiciously at them. "Oh for god's sake." Sam muttered going to her and dressing her.

"You talk to yourself all the time Tony and you answer yourself. Hell, sometimes you answer yourself when you asked the question in your head. If anyone's crazy, it must be me for staying with you two." Sam ranted shoving his shirt over her head.

"Calm down, what's gotten you so riled? You're blood pressure is going to go up." Tony said calmly before Sam grabbed her from the bed and lifted her to sit on his lap at the table.

"You got me Italian?" Tony asked quietly before turning her head to hug him, "That's so sweet!"

"She's the only girl I know who gets more emotional from shit like this then from damn flowers." Dean muttered taking a seat across from them.

"It's because he remembers what I say Dilbert! Girls like that!" Tony said lacing her voice with exasperation.

"Whatever; pass me the damn spaghetti." Dean grumbled grabbing the meatball from her fork.

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"Tell me again why you have to sleep on me?" Sam mumbled running his hand through her hair while he watched the Dracula flick with Dean.

"I always sleep with you. I can go sleep with Dean." Tony offered ready to move over to the other bed.

Sam tightened his hold on her, "What I meant was, why do you have to sleep on top of me?"

"I don't want it to crawl on me." Tony reasoned closing her eyes and letting herself relax to his heartbeat in her ear.

"Can you guys shut up?" Dean barked out shoving M&Ms into his mouth without blinking away from the screen.

"I'm trying to sleep here!" Tony snapped back.

"Yeah, yeah, bite me Winona."

"I'll have you know I am not a fan of hers!" Tony bit back unaware of Sam's eye roll.

"Don't care, you both sound whiny." Dean commented.

"Shut up both of you. I need a vacation from you two, driving me nuts." Sam commented running his hands down Tony.

"Hey Elmo?" Tony asked suddenly a few minutes later.

"Yeah Wino?"

"Since Sam's going on vacation, want to go—"

"Fuck a gun, I need an axe." Tony smiled at the exasperation in Sam's voice,

"Shut up, you like me."

"Don't know why."

"Cause of my brains?" Tony asked before giving Dean the finger when he snorted.

"The verdicts still out on that one." Sam laughed shielding himself away from Tony's slaps.