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Three hours later I was lying on the back seat of their car while staring at the ceiling. "A," I said.
"Alligator?" Sam asked.
"Nu uh," I shook my head.
"Iguana," Dean said.
"That starts with an I!" I laughed.
"Right, right," he nodded.
"Anteater," Sam said.
"Damn, you're good,"
The car was silent and then he said, "Alright, K."
"Kangaroo," I said.
"No."
"Koloa bear," I tried.
"Nope."
I tested several K sounds on my tongue and came up empty. I punched the seat behind Dean and said, "Come on, help me out."
"Salamander," he threw out.
"Starts with an S, are you even listening to the game?" I asked.
"Not really," he replied.
"Well, you're next. I've got one, kitten!"
"No," Sam laughed.
"That was a good one, though," I grumbled, "Is it a bird?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Kiwi," Dean said.
"That's a food," I interjected.
"Actually, that was what I was thinking, it's a bird from New Zealand," Sam said.
"What?" Dean and I said at the same time.
"You're turn, Dean, you got it right," I ignored the encyclopedia in the front seat.
"I don't really—"
"Please, Dean, please play!" I begged, sitting up to look at him.
"Fine, fine, calm down…um…W," he sighed
I moved over to sit behind Sam and said, "Walrus."
"No."
"Wallaby," Sam said.
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"It's a kangaroo, only its smaller and has different colored fur. How about—Jesus Christ!" I shouted as Castiel appeared next to me in the car.
"No, that starts with a J, oh, hey Cass," Dean said.
I growled and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Castiel looked at me confused and turned to the boys, "I have news. The hunt you are going to in Wisconsin, it should be easy enough you will be out by the end of the week. You need to go to Oregon afterwards."
"I say we don't go to Oregon," I vetoed.
"Why is that?" Castiel asked, looking at me.
"Because you said we should."
I saw Dean roll his eyes and he asked, "What's in Oregon, Cass?"
"It is a safe state," Castiel said.
"Then shouldn't we be going to a different one if we want a hunt?" Sam questioned.
"The angels think you should go to Oregon so you can keep Sydney safe," Castiel said.
"Screw the angels, I wanna go to…Florida," I smirked.
"Why is that?" Castiel asked.
"Because it's the farthest from Oregon that I can think of," I snapped.
"I understand you are angry with me right now, but I took you away from your home for a reason," Castiel responded.
"A dumb reason probably," I said.
"You should not have gone to your home alone, you should not go anywhere alone. You were not safe there," Castiel said.
"I was safe, I'm safe everywhere I go. But I don't get to go anywhere anymore because I'm under lock down…with old people!" I exploded.
"Hey," Dean and Sam said at the same time.
"Well—"
"I'm not old, I'm still in my twenties," Sam interjected.
I rolled my eyes and Dean said, "Thirty isn't old."
"Doesn't matter, I'm still stuck with these two. And they're guys! I want a girl to hang out with, not guys all the time," I sighed.
"I do not know any female hunters that would enjoy babysitting you," Castiel said.
"Whoa, buddy, calm down, I am not being babysat, and if you want me to rule Heaven, or whatever, you should watch your tone. Maybe I'll intentionally go to Hell that away you can't make me do shit," I responded.
"Hell isn't all that it's cracked up to, kid," Dean said.
"Yeah, how would you know?" I bit.
He kept quiet and so did Sam. Castiel looked at me and he said, "Dean has been to Hell before, I pulled him out."
"What?"
"Sam was stabbed in the back by a man who was under the influence of the Yellow-Eyed Demon, and Dean sold his soul to bring back Sam," Castiel explained.
I was quiet for a few minutes before saying, "Damn, Dean…new found respect for you. I'm so sorry."
"It was awhile ago, it's fine," he huffed.
"Why didn't he just bring Sam back if you were so special?" I asked, turning back to Castiel.
"I do not have that kind of power," Castiel said.
"Oh," the car was silent after that, until I said, "It doesn't mean I still want to hang out with them all the time. Get me a girl to hang out with."
He disappeared then and I moved to the middle of the seat. I leaned my arms on the seat and said, "I'm sorry…I've been so bitchy lately…you probably don't want to know why."
Dean's expression changed to confusion, while Sam's eyes widened. "Not yet, but soon," I responded.
His nose crinkled in disgust and I was tempted to hit him in the back of the head. "All guys are the same… Walleye?"
No one said anything for a moment before Dean said, "No."
"Wasp," Sam tried.
"No."
"Water buffalo?"
"Nope."
Warthog!" I cried.
"No," he said.
"Have I ever seen one before?" I asked.
"Probably not."
"Do I know what it is?"
"No, probably not."
"Then how is this fair?'
He shrugged and said, "Sammy you know what it is."
"…Wendigo?"
"Yup," Dean nodded.
"What's that?"
"Supernatural thing," Sam shrugged.
"No fair! No using supernatural animals, it's cheating," I protested.
"Alright, alright," Dean sighed.
"Your turn Samuel," I said, lying back down.
"Samuel?" He scoffed and said, "P."
"Penguin," I said.
"No."
I sat up and said, "Yes."
"That's not the animal—"
"Penguin," I interrupted him.
"Um…"
"Fine, Fairy Penguin?"
"It isn't a penguin…"
"What kind of person says P as their animal and then it isn't a penguin? Is it a polar bear?" I asked.
"No."
"Pelican," I tried.
"No."
"Peacock."
"No," he shook his head.
"Panda? Panther? Parrot?" Dean threw out.
"Nope, nope, and no," Sam shook his head again.
"You sure it isn't a penguin?" I asked, lying down again.
"Positive."
"All the P words are making my head hurt… Pig? Pigeon?"
"No."
"You're enjoying the power to much…what could your grown up mind think of that mine can't? Is it a piranha?"
"Yup," he nodded.
"Haha! Alright, P," I said.
"Penguin," they said at the same time.
"There you go, see, that's an easy one," I smiled.
-O-
Three more hours later and I was laying the opposite direction with my feet against the car door. "And so I punched him in the face and when he stood up I thought he was going to punch me back, but he didn't. So, in my book, that's a win," I concluded.
"I guess," Dean allowed it.
I yawned then and said, "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me when we get there."
A few more hours later I felt someone shaking my leg. I groaned and mumbled, "Five more minutes."
Someone chuckled and then they went back to shaking my leg. "Come on, time to wake up."
"Don't wanna," I mumbled.
"If you get up you can go back to sleep in a bed," the voice persuaded.
I sat up and moved to the edge of the car. I groaned and rolled my neck and said, "I wish I was smaller, someone could just carry me."
I popped one eye open and Dean said, "Regardless, either of us could carry you, but you're gonna have to walk to the room."
"No, I'm going back to sleep," I protested, and crawled back into the car.
Someone sighed and then I was being dragged out of the car and thrown over someone's shoulder. "Oof," I sighed as the air ran out of my lungs.
A few moments the door opened and he walked inside with me. He sat me down on the bed and I looked up at Dean. I laughed and said, "You're easily persuaded, ehi?"
"Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep," he griped, and walked back out of the room.
"Good night to you too," I grumbled, and rolled over onto my side.
-O-
When I woke up the next morning I could see blonde hair at my feet. I rubbed my eyes and sat up farther in my bed. I peeked over to see long blonde hair, green-blue eyes, and a goofy smile. I frowned and then smiled and said, "What are you doing here, Lindsay?"
"Some guy came into my bedroom last night and touched my forehead with his fingers, and I woke up on the bed over there. I was freaked out until I realized you were here," she said, still grinning.
"Castiel," I frowned.
"Hey, guess what," Lindsay continued, seemingly not have heard what I said.
"What?" I asked, rolling out of bed and sitting next to her on the floor.
"The tall one went into the bathroom, and guess what else," she was smiling a devious smile.
"What?"
"There aren't any towels," Lindsay snickered.
"Lindsay!" I cried.
"What? I mean…damn, he's hot enough in clothes, I figure…out of them," she shrugged.
"You're right, but still! I've seen both of them without a shirt on…it's very nice," I nodded.
She squealed and then the bathroom door opened slightly. Sam poked his head out and blushed as he pulled his head back in. "Um, Sydney, will you and Lindsay go…outside?" Sam asked.
"It's too cold to go outside, big boy, just come out here and face us like a man!" Lindsay returned with a wide grin.
"He only went in, in boxers, so…" Lindsay winked.
I laughed as Sam opened the door a few moments later and walked over to his bag quickly. Lindsay let out a low whistle and whispered, "Hot damn, are you seein' what I'm seein'?"
I hit Lindsay in the arm and said, "Lindsay, do you mind?"
"Nope, I don't mind at all," she mumbled, raking her eyes over his back.
When Sam was dressed Lindsay announced, "The short one left when you went in there, he said to tell you he was going to see Castiel. Whoever that is…you think it'll rain today? Or maybe, maybe, it'll be a sunny day. Though…the sun is annoying, nah, I hope it rains today."
"I think it's supposed to rain today, actually," I nodded.
She smiled and said, "Today will be a good day."
"Hey, Lindsay, when you see Castiel, that's the guy you're supposed to kill," I informed her, standing up.
"Really? Why, what'd he do?" Lindsay asked.
"Well," I started, picking up my bag, "First, I spent a whole day educating him on music and movies, and you know what he does?"
"What?"
"Knocks me out the minute I become trouble, kind of like what he did to you," I said.
"No way!"
"Yeah."
"Shut up!"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"You two are giving me a headache," Sam said from across the room.
"Hey, pretty boy, shut up before I kick your ass, too," Lindsay called over her shoulder and turned back to me, "No way!"
"Yeah, the little bastard," I said, walking into the bathroom.
Lindsay followed behind me and closed the door. I started changing and she griped, "That little bitch."
"Yeah, but when I told Dean, the short one, I was going to punch him, he said not to because it would hurt me more than him," I informed her, pulling on a different shirt.
"Whatever, I've got your back, the minute I see him I'll go Jedi on his ass and he won't even know what was coming," she grinned.
I laughed, "I know you will…do you know why you're here?"
"Nope, but…it's kind of stuffy…"
"Yeah, well, wait until you've got a room full of guys, ignoring you, talking about stuff you can't even begin to comprehend…though, I think…maybe you'll be able to better than I can," I looked over at her
"Yeah, well…I am smarter," she smiled.
"Well…street-smart, I've got the book smarts," I tapped my head.
I finished changing and followed Lindsay out the door. She stopped dead in her tracks when the door opened and she turned to me. "The short one is wet, very, very, very wet," she licked her lips.
"God, you're like a sex addict, or something," I pushed my way pass her.
She followed me and once I saw Dean I snorted, "Is it raining or did you run through a sprinkler? Oh, wait, that would be entitled as fun…so, probably not."
"Not now," he said gruffly and went into the bathroom.
A few moments later he called, "Sammy get me a towel, would ya?"
"There aren't any!" Lindsay returned in a sing-song voice.
"Lindsay," I hit her arm again.
"Y'know, you keep hitting me like that, I'm gonna have to divorce you, wifey, I am not going to be in an abusive relationship."
"You know you like it," I tied my hair into a pony-tail.
"Apparently there aren't any," Sam called back.
"What?" Dean started and popped back into the room, "Where are they?"
"Well, Mr. Mc-My-Body-Looks-So-Damn-Fine-Underneath-Wet-Clothes, I got rid of them," Lindsay leaned up on her elbows.
"Why'd you do—Wait, what?"
She giggled and flopped back down, "Y'know, I can see why you didn't want to come home with me…"
"It isn't like that and you know it," I sighed.
"Right, right, because you're saving yourself for that one guy that'll rock your world, or…what was it you said?"
"Lindsay," I warned.
"'I want a guy that's smart, but not too smart. And he has a nice body, but his ego isn't too big. And he has to have sense of humor, but he can't crack jokes all the time. And he has to take me seriously, but like I said, he has to know when I'm being sarcastic. And he has to be sensitive, but not too sensitive.' Yada, yada, yada. Well, I'll be the first one to break it to ya, there isn't one of those out there, if he is out there, he's taken, and if he isn't taken, he takes it up somewhere else, y'know what I mean."
"Yeah, well, you have fun getting pregnant when you're eighteen, I'm sure working at McDonald's for the rest of your life, with a guy that walks around in a stained wife beater and his tighty-whiteys, will surely give your six children good advice about the world."
"I'm sure he'll be wearing boxers, and I bleach my clothes, so…no stains," she smirked.
I sighed and shook my head. "Wait, where are the towels?" Dean interrupted.
"I gave them to the cleaning lady," Lindsay grinned, "Though I'll be more than happy to get you dry."
She winked and I hit her on the back of the head before saying, "Lindsay, he's like thirty, you trying to get him in jail?"
"Oh…my birthday is soon…I can wait," she winked one last time before dropping down on her back and staring at the ceiling.
"Lindsay," I shook my head.
"Hey, guess what, Ralphie, you remember him right?"
"Yup."
"Melanie and him, in Dick's Sporting Goods, dressing room. BJ!"
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah."
"No way!"
"Yeah!"
"God, Melanie is such a whore, and Ralphie is…"
"Ralphie," we said at the same time.
We laughed and I dropped my bag after fishing out my phone. "So, how are you and Drew?"
"Um…well…I broke up with him."
"What? Why? Drew was a nice guy!"
"Yeah, well…he…" she shrugged.
"What? What did he do? I'll kill him."
"No, no, no, it was me…I…he walked in on me and Frank in the janitor's closet."
"Lindsay! You slut," I joked.
"Well…we can't all be celibate…I think I would die by the way you live," she snorter.
"Just because I'm waiting for marriage doesn't mean anything bad, right?" I looked over at Sam and Dean.
Sam held up his hands and didn't say anything as Dean looked away. "Ah, come on!" I exclaimed, "Well…I bet I'm not the only girl in the world who's waiting for the right guy. And until that right guy gets down on one knee, he ain't gettin' any."
"Oh, you'll meet a nice guy who'll fill your head with lies, he'll trick you into it, or…maybe you'll get married in Vegas! Oh, I wanna go to Vegas… Mmm…Vegas…I hear there are a lot of hot guys there, and…I'll be damned if I'm not going there before I die."
"I'll take you to Vegas next year," I promised.
"Yes!"
Wings fluttering brought my attention to the right of the bed and I hopped off it. Lindsay was right behind me and she exclaimed, "What the fuckin' fuck?"
"This is the douche bag," I informed her.
She started towards him and was about to get onto the bed to get to him, but I looped an arm around his waist and said, "Lindsay, Lindsay, don't, someone in here still has a gun…"
"Shit," she cried and dropped down to the floor.
"Yeah, I know, but he won't shoot you," I said.
"Then—"
I put my foot on her back and said, "Nu uh, not right now."
"Fine, bitch, but get your foot off my back."
"Slut," I responded, letting her up.
"I've only done it once, which hardly qualifies as a slut."
"Done it once…maybe only done it once in a bed," I huffed.
"Hey! Why don't you let me worry about splinters from tables, and you worry about…school?"
I hit her arm, "Shut up."
"You first."
"You."
"You."
"Enough!" Dean shouted.
I closed my mouth and Lindsay did too. She licked her lips again and looked at me and then back at him. I raised an eyebrow at her wondering why she was quiet. Lindsay never shut up, and when someone told her to, she got louder.
"Cass, why is she here?" Dean asked.
"Sydney requested a female friend, I brought her, her female friend," Castiel stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, she has a life, though," Sam said.
"Her family will not—"
Lindsay threw a pillow at him and looked up at the ceiling, pretending she hadn't done anything. "Hey, Castiel?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Why don't you keep the secrets you know about people to yourself?"
"Dean asked—"
"Yeah, well, they aren't your secrets to tell, are they?"
"No, but—"
"Then you shouldn't go around telling secrets, now should you?"
"I suppose not."
"Good, good, now that we've got that resolved…"
"He was gonna say my family wouldn't miss me…because," she drum rolled on the side table, "They wouldn't."
She was still grinning, and I wanted to punch Castiel in the face even harder. She was smiling, but her strained smile. "You know, we're a pair of really rare people, you know that right?" I asked Lindsay.
"What do you mean?"
"Well…first of all, we've got the best looks in our town," I said.
She started to grin a real grin, and I said, "We're smarter than anyone in a ten mile radius."
Her grin widened and I said, "And…we're Bond," I pulled off fake glasses, "James Bond's bitches."
"Bond's bitches, like Charlie's angels…yeah, well…nope," Lindsay shrugged.
"James Bond's bitches…how does it feel to be his bitch?" I held out my thumb to Lindsay.
"It's fun, you know…I'm very well acquainted with his back seat, if y'know what I mean," she winked.
"Well, that's…" I shook my head, "That's bloody fantastic!"
"I know, I know," she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and squeezed.
"Do either of you ever shut up?" Dean asked.
Lindsay's mouth shut and I glanced over at her. "Cass, you have to take this girl back to her home, we can't protect two kids."
I shook my head at him calling us kids, and Castiel said, "She should come on along with you."
And then he was gone.
Lindsay let out a long breath and sagged against me. "Did she just pass out?" I asked, confused.
I looked down at her, and…sure enough, she was passed out. Dean helped me get her to a bed and I whispered, "Are you guys gonna explain to her what's happening?"
"Should we?" Sam asked.
"I think so," I replied.
Lindsay woke up then and said, "That guy…just…disappeared…"
"He's an inspiring magician," I tried.
"That would be more believable if I couldn't practically smell you lying."
"Well…Dean, Dean wants to explain to you about what happened. Right, Dean?" I asked, stepping back.
"Well…I was thinking Sammy would," Dean said.
"No, I think it was you that wanted to," Sam said, standing up and following me to the door.
Sam and I escaped, only to realize he didn't have keys, and it was raining. So we sat outside the door in silence. Eventually Sam asked, "What did Lindsay mean that her parents wouldn't miss her?"
"Lindsay's parents…they…they're trash, they don't care if she comes home or not, I think Lindsay does what she does because she wants attention from them… Though I have no idea how Dean got Lindsay to shut up, she doesn't usually."
Lindsay's Point of View
"Enough!" the short one shouted.
I shut up as I felt my stomach give a fluttering of butterflies. When the guy disappeared and I woke up he was standing right there. I had to shift my legs and when Sydney and the tall one ran out the door, Dean sat down next to my legs on the bed.
"What…uh…where did that guy go?" I asked.
"Well…there's no easy way to say this, but…Sam and I are hunters."
"Alright…" I trailed.
"We don't hunt the normal kind of things," He said.
"What do you hunt?"
"Vampires…demons, rogue angels, and some day that Charmin fabric softener teddy bear," he said, smiling at the last.
"Vampires are real?"
"Yes."
"Demons and angels?"
"Yes, Castiel is an angel."
"That's cool," I said, trying to be calm while my mind was screaming at me to run. But I didn't want to run, this man in front of me…hot and all, but…he just looked so damn… I couldn't place it, but for him to get me to shut up there must be something special about him. And I've never felt butterflies in my stomach without someone touching me… If his damn voice can make me this way… Shit…
"…different."
I realized I had been staring at him, observing the way emotions played across his face, and he must have been talking about something that confused him, but I couldn't remember what he had said. So I settled for saying, "I am different."
"But you…usually when we tell people they tell us we're crazy, your friend was convinced we were crazy, like really crazy, I'm not sure she still doesn't."
"Sydney isn't as open minded as I am…" I trailed.
"Do you have any questions?" he asked.
"What would you say your eye color is?" I blurted.
I slapped a hand over my mouth and stared horrified as a grin covered his face. "I'm sorry, I don't have a filter…your eyes are just so pretty," I mumbled around my hand and then closed my eyes at myself.
"Green," he smirked.
"Green," I breathed.
Then the motel room door opened and Sydney and Sam walked in. "Oh, I thought you killed her," Sydney sighed.
I frowned and got off the bed. I pulled Sydney with me out the door and said, "Why are you so mean to him?"
"What? Why do you care?"
"I don't…just…"
"Oh! You have a crush on him! You have a crush on him, don't you?"
I blushed and apparently that was answer enough because she said, "I am so telling everyone that you fell for a thirty year old. Tell me, has he touched you yet?"
"No," I shook my head.
"And you felt those butterflies in your stomach, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"This is so awesome! You are in love with a crazy person!"
"He isn't crazy," I snapped.
She snorted and said, "Right, because vampires are real."
"They are, he said they are," I defended.
"But Lindsay, come on—"
"Sydney, trust me, alright?"
She stood there for a few seconds before nodding and saying, "Fine, but if I die and I get turned into someone's floor mat, I'm haunting your ass."
I smiled and said, "Ditto."
I walked back in with her trailing after me.
Sydney's Point of View
Lindsay was in love. Plain and simple. She was head over heels in love! She loved Dean, love! And I wasn't going to let her get hurt, so once we were inside, I watched Dean, closely, and I didn't even care if he thought it was creepy, I was watching him until I was sure he wouldn't be hurting my friend.
Lindsay sat down on one of the beds, and I flipped onto the other one. "So what's up, why are we in Wisconsin?"
"Witch," Sam flippantly said from the table.
His laptop was situated in front of him and I almost couldn't fight off the smirk. Three hours later, when I was thoroughly bored of watching Lindsay stare at Dean like he was the only person ever, I said, "Can I go get movies?"
"No, you have to stay here, we're about to leave," Dean said.
I pouted, childish, I know, but I did it anyways. "Let me run this by you real quick before we head out," Dean started, "Salt lines have to stay intact, the devil's trap, don't break it. Do not open the door for anyone; we have keys so we'll be able to get in. Don't call anyone, don't answer the phone, if we call you, we'll ring once, hang up, and then call again. If we aren't back in three hours…four," he said, glancing at Sam, "Then call Cass."
"I don't have his number," I said.
"Just call out for him, he's an angel," Sam said.
"Right, right, forgot," I shrugged.
He opened the door, "Fix the salt line, alright? And don't go anywhere."
I nodded, "Bye."
The door closed and I stared at the door. Lindsay looked at me before bounding over to the door and laying salt down in front of the door. "You're whipped and you haven't even talked to the guy for more than ten minutes."
She shrugged, "I found my guy, and I'm sticking with him."
"'Course you are, well, I'm gonna go to Blockbuster," I stood up.
"No, you can't, Dean said we should stay in here," she protested.
"What's he gonna do? Spank me? I don't think so," I pushed past her.
"He might," she mumbled.
"Lindsay, mind out of the gutter, he isn't going to spank you, or me," I sighed.
"I'd take anything he'd give me," she sighed dreamily.
"Come on, we're out," I said.
"Fine, but if they get back here before us, and we get in trouble, you are taking the blame," she said.
"Alright," I rolled my eyes.
Three hours later we walked back into the motel room laughing with two bags of movies and candy. Lindsay walked in first and I bumped into her back. I looked up from digging through my bag to ask what was wrong, and I could clearly see what was wrong. There was Sam, and Dean, standing there, angrily, Dean's arms crossed across his chest, Sam's arms loose by his sides.
I pushed Lindsay inside and closed the door behind me. "Where have you been?" Dean asked.
I didn't say anything and Lindsay squeaked, "Blockbuster."
I sat my bags at the end of the bed and toed Lindsay's over next to them. "Sit," he pointed at the bed.
Lindsay sat down almost immediately, while I took off my shoes and strolled over to sit next to her. "What was the last thing I said before I left?" his voice was low.
I looked over at the wall as Lindsay said, "Not to go anywhere."
"And you did what."
"Went somewhere," she cringed.
"How can we leave you here on your own again if you're going to run off the moment we leave? How are we supposed to keep you safe from whatever is after you, if you don't listen to what we tell you to do?" his voice was rising in his anger.
We both kept quiet that time, me in annoyance, Lindsay in fear…or…no definitely fear. He puffed and turned around pinching the bridge of his nose. Sam was looking at us in disapproval, but I didn't think he was going to say anything. Dean turned back around and I said, "We aren't kids."
"Yeah, well, you acted like two bratty four year olds!" he shouted.
I rolled my eyes while Lindsay hit my arm. "You can't ground us from anything," I informed him.
"Like hell I can't, give me your phones," he snapped his fingers.
"Whoa, whoa, I don't know who you think you are, but—"
Lindsay handed over her pink Razor and he put it in his pocket. I raised an eyebrow and said, "There is no way that I'm giving you my phone."
"One."
"Don't count, I'm not two."
"Two."
"Sydney, just give him your phone," Lindsay tried.
"I'm not a child, I'm not giving him my phone. I'm not a freakin' little girl, I'll do whatever I damn please."
"Either you give me your phone, or I'm taking it," Dean said.
"You wouldn't."
He took a step forward and I slowly grabbed my phone. I handed it to him and he pushed it into his pocket. "You don't get whatever is in those bags either," He growled and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind himself.
I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at his back and said, "I don't care what he says, if I want to eat candy or watch a movie, I will."
"No, you won't, and don't make me tie you to a bed, because I will," Lindsay threatened.
"Ugh, you are…" I shook my head, not finishing my sentence because Sam was still in the room.
Dean came back out of the bathroom not five minutes later and pulled on his jacket, mumbling something about getting a drink. I watched him leave, and when he was gone, I said, "Who feels up to breaking rules?"
"Sit back down," Sam sighed.
"Who are you? My parole officer?"
Lindsay pulled me back down next to her and clamped a hand over my mouth before saying, "You got anything I can use to tie her down with?"
"Duct tape?"
My eyes widened when I heard rustling and I started to sit up, but Lindsay straddled my waist and kept her hand over my mouth. She looked down at me and whispered, "Stop messing around; when Dean gets home, we're apologizing. I'm going to let you up, but when I do, I expect you to freakin' grovel for Sam's forgiveness, okay?"
I nodded my head and she leaned closer, "Grovel, missy, I mean on your hands and knees, begging. If need be you give him a great big hug and a kiss on the cheek, alright?"
I nodded again and she said, "I'm gonna get up now, if you don't apologize, I swear I'm gonna kill you."
I believed her. I nodded again and she let me up. I wiped my mouth and Lindsay said, "Sam."
He looked over from his duffle bag and Lindsay looked at me. I sighed and said, "I'm sorry."
Lindsay pinched my arm and I said, "I'm really, really, really sorry. I wasn't thinking, and I know you guys are just trying to protect me. So…I won't do it again, and I'm really sorry."
He nodded shortly and started to turn back to his duffle bag, but Lindsay hit my arm. I looked over at her and then back at Sam. I stood up and said, "No, seriously, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, I got that," he nodded.
"You forgive me?"
"No," he shook his head, not facing me.
I walked over to where he was standing, "Why not? I apologized."
"We were freaked out, alright, if you hadn't had come back just then, we were going to have to call Castiel or Daniel or someone."
I grabbed his arm, "What can I do to make it better?"
He shrugged and I frowned, "Come on, I don't know what else to do but apologize. And isn't that enough?"
Once again a shrug. I sighed and looked over at Lindsay. She motioned for me to hug him and I narrowed my eyes at her. She wagged her finger at me and made the hug gesture again. I internally groaned and pushed Sam's arm so he was facing me. He was going to snap something, but I pushed myself into his arms, "I'm really sorry, Sam."
I squeezed tightly, hoping to get my point across, and when he patted my back awkwardly I pulled back. I looked up at him, realizing then just how tall he really was, "I understand I shouldn't have gone out."
"It's alright…just…don't do it again, alright?"
I nodded and walked over to Lindsay. I flopped down next to her, "Oh, and Lindsay is sorry too, but the blame is really just mine. I convinced her to go with me. She protested for like…an hour, and then I eventually pushed her out the door."
Two hours later Dean walked back in. He wasn't drunk, that was obvious, but…he looked a little less angry. I took that as a good thing. Lindsay stood up, "I'm sorry Dean."
He grunted and walked over to one of the beds. So maybe he was drunk and he could just handle walking right. "Hey, I'm sorry too," I called from the bed.
Once again just a grunt in response. He pushed his shoes off with his feet and lay down on the other bed. I pulled Lindsay down, "He's out of it, save your apologies for tomorrow."
I pulled off my jeans and cuddled down into the comforter. I'm not sure how long it took for me to fall asleep, but I didn't have peaceful dreams.
"Mom?"
I walked into her bedroom to see her eyes wide in fear. "Mom? Are you okay?"
"Pain, Sydney, pain," she panted.
"I'll, I'll, I'll call 911."
"No," she shook her head, "Come here."
I walked over to her and sat down. I took her hand and the fact that it was cold and clammy didn't escape me. "Trust them," she whispered softly.
"What?"
"Trust them, dear, they're good men."
"Who are? What are you talking about?"
"Trust them," she nodded, and her grip loosened slightly.
"Mommy?"
Her hand went limp in mine and I felt tears pricking at my eyes. I picked up the home phone and called 911. When I took her hand back in mine I could have sworn I heard her whisper, "Trust them," once again.
"Wake up," Lindsay was hitting me.
"Lindsay," I sighed, and pulled her into my arms.
"Whoa, what's wrong, are you alright?" she returned my hug.
I shook my head, "Nightmares."
"It's alright, I'm here," she mumbled, petting my hair.
"She was dying, and she wouldn't let me call 911, Lindsay, I could have done something," I said.
"No, you couldn't have, she was gone when you got there, you know that," her voice left no room for protest.
"How do you know that?"
"I talked to…someone," she shrugged.
"What?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it…Castiel told me."
I couldn't tell if she was lying, so I dropped it, and whispered, "I miss them."
"I know you do, I know."
Tear pricked at my eyes and I swallowed pass the lump in my throat to whisper, "I'm all alone now."
"No, you're not," she said forcefully, "You have me." Her arms tightened and she ground out, "You have me, and I have you. As long as we've got each other, nothing can go wrong, right?"
"Right," I nodded.
"Now, Sam is in the shower and Dean went go get food…want some candy before they come back?" she asked.
"Candy you say? But…what will Dean say?" I blinked wide eyes at her, fighting off a smile.
She hit my arm and said, "What he doesn't know won't kill him. And…" she raised an eyebrow, "I'm feeling a little rebellious."
"Oh, nice," I said and grabbed the package of Sprees. I poured some in my hand and some in hers before putting them in the grocery bag again.
"You know what?" she asked around the Spree in her mouth.
"Hm?"
"I really like him, he's…"
I looked at her and she said, "He's like…he's just so…he's not only perfect looking, I can tell he's got the best personality ever."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"He's obviously been around the ropes, I know that, but…he's…I can tell he might need some persuasion, but…I think I can tie this one down," she said thoughtfully.
"You, tie down someone? You're still running around with the last guys leash on you."
"I resent that statement," she huffed.
The doorknob turned then from both sides, and we both shared scared looks before throwing the candy in our mouths. I chewed my quickly and swallowed and Lindsay did the same. I watched Sam walk over to the table and Dean sat down a bag a drink holder at the table. Lindsay and I shared a look and then slowly climbed off the bed.
Dean sat down at the only other vacant chair and Lindsay said, "I'm so sorry."
"Save it," he held up a hand.
I frowned when Lindsay shut up again and I said, "We're both sorry, but it was really just my fault."
"I got that," He pulled a drink from the holder and started chugging whatever it was.
I looked at Lindsay and whispered in her ear, "Grovel, hug him, give him a kiss on the cheek. Go for it."
I pulled back and she was frowning. She shook her head and I said, "Do it."
"No."
"Do it or I will, and…" I raised an eyebrow.
Dean stood up and Lindsay flew into his arms. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to go with her but she pressured me into it and I couldn't help it. She pushed me out the door and I held out for like a whole hour, before she just go so annoying, I couldn't not go. Please don't be mad at me, please."
Dean looked down at her shocked and she said, "Please, please, please, please!"
"A-alright, just…calm down," his hands were held above her.
"Please, please, I'm so sorry, I don't usually cave under her pressures, but I did this time and I regret it so much. Please, please, forgive me?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," he cleared his throat awkwardly.
She pulled back and looked down at the floor. "Do I get a hug too?" I asked.
Dean shot me a look that matched Lindsay's and I said, "Fine, I didn't want a hug. If I did, I'd just get one from Sam, he's nicer. He actually sort of kinda hugged me back."
I sat down in Dean's chair and looked through the bags. "Muffins?"
I grabbed a blueberry one and titled the chair back slightly. Lindsay was sitting back on the bed again and Dean had gone to the other one. He flipped on the TV and Sam said, "What do you mean I sort of kinda hugged you back?"
"Well you patted my back…that's sort of kinda hugging me back," I said around a mouthful of muffin.
A wadded up piece of paper hit me in the side of face, and I looked over to see Lindsay looking at anything but me. I growled and sat my muffin down. I stalked over to the bed and pushed her down. I sat myself on her legs and said, "What the hell?"
She shrugged and said, "Wasn't me."
"Um, yeah, it was. Your turn to apologize to me," I said.
"Nu uh," she pouted.
She flipped me over on the bed so she was on top and said, "I'm stronger."
"No," I said and pushed her off of me onto the floor and sat down on her again, "You're not. I let that happen."
"Sure," she maneuvered her leg up and on my hip to squeeze me and I shifted giving her just enough space to flip me over uncomfortably half on my back and half on my stomach, "You did."
I growled and struggled uselessly. "So, I'm a little rusty, can ya blame me?"
"Uh, yeah, I can," she nodded.
"Oh, you bitch," I huffed and reached up to grab her ear. I pulled and she let out a shriek of protest and I managed to flip myself all the way on my back. I reared up on my shoulders and tackled her back, we were now in full view of Dean and Sam, no longer stuck between a bed and a wall.
I sat myself on her waist and pushed her hands down by her head. "I win."
"No," she struggled uselessly. She frowned and I said, "You know what you gotta say, I'll get up in an instant."
She pursed her lips and said, "You're better than me."
I stood up, and she grabbed my leg. She drug me down to the carpet again and sat down on my back. She pushed her elbow into the back of my neck and mocked, "You know what you gotta say."
"You're a bitch," I huffed.
"I know I am," she returned.
"Come on, lemme up," I said, my muscles aching from the position.
"Not until you say it."
"Uncle?" I tried.
"Nope."
"Oh, I got it, you're a bitchy slut?"
She gasped and said, "How dare you! I am not bitchy!"
I laughed slightly, "My neck hurts."
"Say it."
"You say it first."
"There's no point in that."
I rolled my eyes and looked around at the bottom of the floor. "Y'know, the floor looks a whole lot different from this view."
"Come on," Lindsay prodded.
"You…sucked the principal's dick?"
"Maybe, maybe not—Wait, we have a female principal," she giggled.
I laughed, "You're so smart."
She stood up and said, "Thank you, I know I am."
She helped me up and I looked over at Sam to see him frowning, with his mouth slightly open. Dean had a similar expression, though he seemed kind of happier about what had happened. "I'm stronger," I said, facing Lindsay again.
"Oh, yeah, sure, that's why I just made you eat carpet."
"Is that why you did that? Well I appreciate the gesture, but never again," I shook my head.
"What was that? You want to again?" she questioned playfully.
"No, that's not what I said."
She smiled and turned around to sit back down on the bed. I sat down next to her and stared at the news playing on the TV. There was something about a three year old shot to death and I huffed, "What the hell? Can we like…not watch the most depressing stuff ever?"
"Can we watch a movie?"
"I don't know, ask him," I pointed at Dean.
"Hey Dean?" Lindsay called.
He looked over at her, a bored expression on his face. "Can we watch a movie?"
"Nope."
She turned back to me, "We can't."
"Thanks, I heard," I said sarcastically.
Not fifteen minutes I was lying with my legs on the bed and my back flush to the floor. I was trying to touch my toes without leaning up, but my arms weren't long enough. I sighed and wiggled my back into a more comfortable position before rocking backwards to try and touch my toes to the carpet behind me.
Five minutes later I had accomplished it and ended up rolling over and getting my leg stuck underneath the bed Dean was on. Lindsay helped me get straightened out and then hit me over the head and told me to stop messing around. Ten minutes after that I was lying on the carpet looking at the many things down below.
Fifteen minutes later I was starting to get bored, so I stood up and said, "I am gonna go take a shower."
I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I stripped down and stared at myself in the mirror. I had black bags under my eyes and I looked tired. I felt tired. I held my hairbrush underneath my mouth and said, "How do you feel about the situation you've been placed in?"
I held my hairbrush to mirror-me and said, "I don't like it, I don't like it one bit. No more questions."
I dropped my hairbrush down on the counter and it clanked down into the sink. I chewed on my lip and dug around in my bag that was still in the bathroom. I looked around for something in it to occupy some of my time and found a small zip-up bag. It was pink with purple swirls around it and a silver stitched lining.
I stared down at it and bit my lip. Flashes of what I did, what was inside it, what it had helped me through…it made me want to grab the rubber band I hadn't had to use in ages. I reassured myself that I was just going to look, I wasn't going to use anything inside. I unzipped the bag and just as I was going to reach inside, a knock sounded at the door.
I pushed the smaller bag into my big one and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around myself and put my dry hair up before going to the door. "Yes?" I asked, looking up at Lindsay.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"Um?"
"You're usually singing by now, what's wrong?"
"Nothing…just…didn't know what song to sing," I shrugged.
"Sing a happy song."
"Like Barney?"
"No, oh! I've got it! Chop Suey!"
"Hm…Three Doors Down? That's not a happy song."
She nodded and shrugged, so I said, "Fine, requests are no longer being taken. But I'm not singing Chop Suey…I've got something else in mind."
I closed the door and dropped my towels. I stepped into the shower and let the water run over my hair, grinning as I started to hum the beginning guitar strums.
"You know I used to be a bad girl. I got busy in the bathroom at my high school prom. Yeah, I used be a dancer at the local strip club, but now, I know, my right wing from my wrong. Yeah, yeah, I really used to be a bad girl; I had a threesome with my sister and her boyfriend, Tom. I know I used to a real wild child, but now, I am, a Volvo driving soccer mom!
"Na na na na na na, Volvo driving soccer mom. Na na na na na na! Really used to be a bad girl, I got busted for possession of my wizard shaped bong. I used to love to do the things that they tell me to, but now I'm different, now I sing a new song. I really used to be a bad girl; I got gang banged in the bathroom at my high school prom. Yes, I used to a be a real wild child, but now, I am, a Volvo driving soccer mom!"
I hummed the chorus and ran shampoo through my hair.
"Where do all the porn stars go, when the lights go down? I wonder where all the porn stars go 'cause when you need one they are never around. I think they moved out to the suburbs, and now they're blonde, bland, middle classed, republican wives. They all have blonde, bland, middle classed, republican children. Blonde, bland, middle classed republican lives!
"Where do all the porn stars go, when the lights go down? I think I know where all the porn stars go; they've now become Volvo driving soccer moms! Na na na na na na Volvo driving soccer moms! Na na na na na na Volvo driving soccer moms!"
I turned off the shower and stepped out. I wrapped a towel around my body and put my hair up in another before going back to the mirror. "So, Sydney, do you feel any better?"
"No, I don't."
I sighed at mirror-me and dropped my towels. I brushed out my hair and then my teeth before pulling on a bra and underwear. I held my hairbrush up to the mirror once again and asked, "Does it feel good to be special to Heaven?"
"No, Sydney, no it does not. No more questions," I put my hairbrush down and pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans before going back to my small bag.
I unzipped it and looked down at the contents, wishing I hadn't been clean so I could just…get lost, not have to remember, just have a few moments of quiet, peace…but I didn't. I sat the bag on the counter and went back into the main room. I was stronger than that, I didn't need what was in the bag, but I was itching the rest of the day to go back into the bathroom and use what was in the bag.
That night I couldn't get to sleep. Sam had taken the bed and Dean was…I think he was sleeping in one of the chairs, hunched over the table. Lindsay was next to me, she had been asleep for well over an hour, and I kept looking over at the bathroom door. I just knew that if I got up and went in there, it would be over with, I would go back down a dark, dark road that I didn't want to go down.
I chewed my lip as I remembered the night I put the bag away.
"This is the last time, I swear," I told myself, slowly putting away the utensils that had just allowed me to have my high for a good three hours.
I zipped up the bag and started to throw it away…but just couldn't. I settled for putting it into my sleep over bag, a bag I rarely used anymore, and put it way in the back. To say that I didn't think about that bag every night for months on end…that would be lying.
In my dreams I was unzipping the bag and pulling out the pouch that held my prized possession. In my conscious thoughts I was seeing myself walking upstairs and caving. Quitting cold turkey isn't all that it's cracked up to be.
It was seven in the morning when Sam started to stir. Dean was groaning as he lifted his head up from the table as Sam went into the bathroom. "Fuck, my neck hurts," Dean moaned.
I sighed and looked over at Lindsay. She was snoring still. I grinned and pushed her off the bed. She groaned out something that sounded like, "I like the floor better anyways," as she pulled the comforter with her.
I giggled and then Sam was walking into the room with a confused expression and holding something in his hands."This yours?" he asked, looking over at me.
Um… So, yeah… Hope you enjoyed… Review, please! Please! Please! *ahem* Right, so… I'll update as soon as I get a review – that's a lie. I'll update when I get 3 reviews? Ooh…daring, I know. Alright, I'll shut up. Update, please!