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That night when we were on the road again, I had my head in Lindsay's lap and I was curled up coldly. Dean was blaring one of the few tapes he had, and I kept telling myself the moment we stopped, I was going to find the closest CD store, and buy a bunch of tapes, so we wouldn't have to hear the same one over and over again.

I was drifting asleep, when my head started to throb. At first I brushed it off as me not having had slept in awhile, but when it got worse, and I could practically hear the blood pounding in my head, I gripped Lindsay's leg. She looked down at me and said, "What's wrong, Syd?"

"Head hurts," I mumbled.

My eyes closed tightly and I saw white, I gripped Lindsay's leg tighter and panted, "Lindsay."

She smoothed hair out of my face, and gripped my arms, "Syd, Syd, are you alright?"

I couldn't respond, I wasn't seeing anything anymore, everything was gone, and I couldn't see anything. I wasn't sure if my eyes were open, but my guess was they were still tightly closed. A loud, low voice was talking to me, but I couldn't understand the language. I couldn't see who it was, but I was pretty sure it was a guy. Then his accent changed and he said, "Sydney?"

"What's happening?" I mumbled, my headache still throbbing away.

"My name is Antonio, I am here to request permission to use your body as a vessel," his voice was soothing, making the pain a little more bearable.

"I don't understand. Vessel? What?"

"I wish to use your body for my purposes on Earth. I have many things that need to be done down there, and your blood line runs as a vessel," he said.

"You're a guy, why do you want me?"

"I would have used your brother—"

"What are you?"

"Angel."

"How long would you…"

"Four months, and then you would have your body back," he said leaving me time to wonder how awkward it was to hear his voice in my head while only being able to see whiteness.

I was going to ask another question when my headache came back full throttle and a familiar voice said in a deep menacing tone, "Antonio, I have told you once, and I will not tell you again. You cannot use my charge as a vessel."

"I have things that need done, Daniel," Antonio seethed.

"I do not care, I will have you killed before you tear my charge up," Daniel returned and then my headache was gone and I was hearing Lindsay's voice, among Sam and Dean's.

"Sydney," Sam's voice broke the fog first.

I sat up, my eyes breaking open, and flew into a hard chest. I knew it was Sam, and I curled my arms around him anyway, taking a deep breath. When I was sure I wasn't going to have to witness anymore weird blinding lights that made my head hurt like hell, I released him, slipping back into the seat.

"What happened?" Sam asked, Dean was still standing outside the car.

"Antonio…an angel, wanted my body as a vessel, Daniel made him go away," I summarized.

That seemed to snap Dean out of his trance as he bent down to look at me and asked, "Antonio, as in a guy? Why would…he's a guy."

"Yeah, I mentioned that, he said he woulda used Robbie…" I shrugged.

After a few more questions we were back on the road, and I fell asleep again, this time Lindsay's head was in my lap.

-O-

The next morning I woke up and Lindsay was grinning at me. I eyed her for a moment before she said, "You know what today is?"

"What is today?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Our birthday," she smiled.

Did I mention the reason Lindsay and I became friends was because we had the same birthday? Apparently, that means a lot to 5 year olds…

"Nu uh," I shook my head.

"Yeah, we're eighteen!" she screeched.

I looked around the car, not seeing Sam or Dean, and asked, "Where'd they go?"

"In the diner, they told me to wake you up and get you inside," she smiled.

"It's our eighteenth birthday, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, course."

"You gonna try…with Dean?"

"Yes, duh, you know what you should do?" she questioned as we got out of the car.

"What?"

"Try with Sam," she raised an eyebrow.

I sputtered out a no and went into the diner. I sat down on the inside of the booth across from Sam, next to Dean, and Lindsay sat on the inside of the booth Sam was sitting. The waitress took our orders and when Lindsay brought her water up to her mouth, it spilt down the front of her shirt.

She was wearing a white shirt.

I think she planned that….

"Damn it," she hissed.

"Way to go, klutz," I chuckled.

"Shut up, bitch," she muttered, dabbing at her shirt with a napkin.

Dean's eyes were trained on Lindsay's hand, and Sam was wiping up the water that went on the table. When it was cleaned up I announced, "Today is my birthday, and Lindsay's. What did you two get me?"

"You're eighteen?" Dean looked at Lindsay.

"Officially, since like, three this morning," she verified.

"So am I!" I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Congrats," he nodded, and then the waitress brought food.

When we were done eating Sam said, "What do eighteen year olds like to do for birthdays?"

"Have sex," Lindsay said from my right.

The two boys' eyes widened and I said, "You crazy? Jeez."

I shook my head and we got into the car. "Where are we?"

"Outside of Oregon," Sam supplied.

"Why?"

"Castiel said we had to go to Oregon, we're in Oregon," Lindsay said, repeating what Dean had told her.

"'Course, gosh, aren't you just teacher's pet?" I rolled my eyes.

"Not yet," she said under her breath.

Another eye roll from me and twenty minutes later we were in a motel room. Lindsay said she was going to take a shower, and closed the door behind her. "I have a feeling she's gonna do something bad…" I trailed, sitting down in a vacant chair.

Lindsay came out with wet hair, unusual, a long t-shirt, didn't belong to her, and fuzzy socks. "Is that my shirt?" I asked, standing up to look at the black Metallica shirt she had on.

"Uh, yeah, borrowed it awhile back," she grinned shyly.

I scoffed and said, "What the hell? My favorite shirt ever. And what are you doing, are you sleeping already? Don't you want to go out and party, something?"

"Not really, you can, if you want," she shrugged, heading to the bed.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Fine, I'll go party on my own."

I headed for the door, but Dean said, "Sam, go with her."

"What? Why's he have to come?"

"Because you need a chaperone," Dean rolled his eyes.

I huffed, "Fine."

-O-

Lindsay's Point of View

The second the door closed behind Sydney and Sam I turned to Dean. He was turned around looking at the TV, remote in hand, and I quickly made my way over to him. I stood behind him and tapped his back. He turned around and cocked an eyebrow at my closeness.

I shivered, he was so damn sexy.

I had never been so nervous before, I never got nervous around guys. I grabbed the remote from his hand and sat it on the TV behind him. I pushed up on my feet, put my hands on his shoulders, and kissed his cheek.

I kissed to the corner of his mouth, and then pulled back, looking into his eyes. I couldn't tell what he was fighting, but he was. He was battling pretty heavily, and when I was almost sure he was going to pull away from me, he bent down to my lips, watching my eyes. Our lips connected and it was like pure electricity…at least for me.

I moved my hands to his neck and wrapped my arms around him, his soft lips still going sensuously against mine. I let my right hand leave his neck and run down his shoulder, to his arm, and then to his chest. I swiped my tongue along his bottom lip, and he pushed his tongue in instead.

I'd always been the one to take charge, I was happy someone else was going to hold the reins for a little bit. He placed his hands on my hips and my hand ran down to the hem of his shirt. I pushed up his shirt slightly and ran my hand along his abs there. I pulled back from his kiss then, and looked up at him.

He returned my gaze, and I pulled him backwards until my knees hit the bed. I spun us around and he dropped down to sit on the bed. I settled myself in his lap and grabbed his jaw in my hands and pushed my lips back to his. I brought my hands up to his hair and ran my fingers through it a few times, tugging softly at the end of his short spikes.

His right hand was on my upper back, and his left was on my lower back, keeping me tight against him. I moved my hips slightly on his lap, and felt him harden underneath me. My stomach turned excitedly and I was about to push him down on the bed until Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry started to play in the general direction of Dean's bag.

I pulled back and said, "That's Syd's ringtone."

"Leave it," he mumbled.

I bit my lip and then nodded. I pushed him down onto the bed and started to kiss him again. My phone beeped, signaling the call had gone to voicemail, and Dean flipped us over. With him on top, which I didn't allow many guys to do, was a whole new ballpark. He brought his erection down to my underwear, and I could feel the rough material of his jeans against my cotton underwear.

I shivered from the pleasure he was bringing, and, still holding his chest up from me with his hands, he bent down to kiss me. I was sucking his tongue when Crazy Bitch started to play again. I growled around his mouth and he pushed up from me. He got off me and I stormed over to Dean's bag. I found my Razor and flipped it open.

"What?" I asked harshly.

"Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, you didn't wake me. You know damn well what you did," I snapped.

"Hey, hey, calm down, Sammy and I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat," Sydney asked.

I could hear Sam say, "Sam, it's Sam."

Sydney laughed and I said, "No, we're fine. Well, we're about to be fine, if you'd stop calling, please?"

"What, did I interrupt something?" she asked coyly, I could practically see her damn grin.

"Yes, you interrupted me and Mr. Mc-Too-Damn-Fine-For-This-World's sexy time, please don't call again," I hung up after that.

I sat the phone down and turned back to Dean. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a frown secured on his face. I cocked an eyebrow and made my way over to him. "What's the matter?"

"We shouldn't," he crushed my heart.

-O-

Sydney's Point of View

"I think they were doing something naughty," I said, ending the call.

"Knowing Dean, probably," Sam sighed.

"Knowing Lindsay, probably," I agreed.

I laughed after that and turned in the small space of the car to look at Sam. He looked absolutely adorable behind the wheel of the car. I bit my lip and turned back to the stop light we were at. After we had eaten, I gave Sam directions to a deserted road off the side of a highway.

He looked over at me to ask why we were in the middle of nowhere, but I'm pretty sure it was my expression that shut him up. I raked my eyes over him and then said, "You know, we can always have fun too…"

He sighed and was going to say something, but I moved across the seat and sat myself in his lap, careful of the horn. I ran my fingers through his hair and looked into his eyes. I kissed him fully on the lips, and a few seconds later he responded. I grinned through the kiss, and he swiped his tongue across my lips. He pushed his tongue inside when I granted him permission, and I moaned around the new intrusion.

I settled myself on his lap, everything was new, with Mike it had been fast and hurt like hell…but it's only supposed to hurt once, right? I tugged on his hair and pulled away from his kiss, "So, that's a yes?"

I don't know how it happened, maybe he pulled us out of the car and put us in the back, maybe he pushed us over the top of the front seat, but somehow we were in the back of the car, with him on top of me. A growl was confirmation enough that he agreed, we could have fun. I had my legs pinned by his and he was kissing me back, harder.

I tried to bring my hips up to his, but he had me pinned, I wasn't going anywhere. I pouted and pulled back from his kiss. I moved my hands to his back and pulled on his shirt. He looked down at me hungrily.

Damn, shy boys are the best thing ever.

-O-

Lindsay's Point of View

"W-what do you mean 'we shouldn't'?" I questioned petulantly, sitting down next to him on the bed.

"Lindsay, you barely know me," he sighed, head dropping into his hands.

"I didn't take you as the kind of guy to pass up a one-night stand, though," I chuckled bitterly.

He groaned from his balled up position and pulled himself up quickly, "Lindsay, that's not what I want. We've got a pronounced age gap and I-I don't want to be the one to corrupt you. To be honest, I don't even know why I let Cas let you stay. You should be at home; you should be with kids your age and dating a boy your age. I can't do this to you."

"I'm not asking for marriage, Dean!" I protested. "Just- Never mind, forget it. I was stupid to-to, never mind!"

I grabbed my jacket off the bed and left the motel room. Left Dean. I'd walk all the way back to my damn house if I had to. Damn it.

-O-

Sydney's Point of View

I was giggling as I grabbed a hold of the brass knob to our motel room. Sam was flustered as he dissented, "It isn't funny! It was damn embarrassing, actually!"

"Sure-" I paused at the scene in front of me. Dean was standing in the middle of the room, fully clothed, with no Lindsay in sight. Their night must've gone completely differently than I had predicted.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam wormed his way into the room by placing his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the way.

I was clutching the motel and Impala keys in my right hand with an extra large slushy curled up to my shirt with my left. I nudged the door shut as Sam repeated his question. Dean sighed loudly and mumbled something before revealing, "Lindsay stormed out. I don't know where."

"Okay..." I trailed. "Why?"

He actually looked away with a light blush. I held back a laugh. "I, uh, turnedherdown."

With an awkward silence over the three of us I peeked over at Sam. He was sporting a completely confused expression. I sort of agreed with it. "Syd, let me talk to Dean really quick. Why don't you take the Impala and see if she's at the diner or around town somewhere?" Sam offered, quirking a cute smile at me.

"Okay, Sammy," I grinned, skipping out the door before he could correct me again.

-O-

Sam's Point of View

Holy crap. Sydney... Holy crap.

She is mind-blowing. She's like the perfect person and then some. She's beautiful and smart. Other than practically raping me in the car she's been phenomenal. And it's not like I didn't secretly enjoy it. We didn't actually have sex; maybe that's a good thing, though.

With Dean wigging out about him turning Lindsay down it's probably best Syd and I didn't do anything. It'd give me a chance to over analyze every single thing and look at our situation from all possible angles. That would have to wait; Dean needed a heart to heart whether he knew it or not.

"Dean," I started.

"Man, I don't even want to talk about this. Save your chick flick scene for when I can stand it," he held his hand up to stop me, starting towards his bag.

"Dean," I tried again.

"Sam," he snapped, turning around to glare at me. "I don't need you to tell me I'm an idiot for letting her walk through the door. I did the right thing. She's too young. I'm too old. This isn't the life for her; I won't be responsible for killing another kid's childhood."

"That's what this is about? You think Lindsay's too young for you? That you're going to 'ruin her childhood?' She's eighteen, dude. She's an adult, legally. And admit it, mentally she's older than that," I rolled my eyes. "Both of those girls are."

"How so?" he paused in his turning back to his bag.

"First of all, she's handled the news about our job better than most adults. Better than people who have even witnessed the supernatural. Second, she's mature enough to take care of herself when her bum parents won't take care of her. What more do you need? She's just like-" I swallowed to keep myself from saying 'you' and instead said, "Sydney."

Now was not the time to get in argument about Dad's parenting skills. I internally rolled my eyes at myself. I watched Dean process the information. "They're both way younger than us, Sam. How is this okay?"

"Dude, in our world when you find someone you gotta keep them. I'm not saying you're going to fall in love with the girl, but you could have dealt with that situation a lot better. I'm not saying I'm going to fall in love with Sydney, but you have to admit you like both of them. You like Lindsay, don't you?" I inquired curiously, cocking my head to the side.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"Outside of being a hunter, this kind of thing happens all the time. Young girls marry older men all the time; to be honest it's usually for the money, but in our situation it's different. We don't have money," I laughed. "At this point I don't know if Sydney just likes me because we're saving her life or if she likes me because of me, but we're going to talk and figure that out. You and Lindsay just need to talk. I'm not trying to say turning down Lindsay was the wrong thing to do. It was probably for the best. That would have just confused things. You two just need to talk."

"Fine, fine," he rubbed a hand over his face. "But what do I say?"

"If I only knew," I shrugged unhelpfully.

-O-

Sydney's Point of View

It wasn't really hard to find Lindsay. She was at the diner we had frequented earlier, just like Sam had suggested. I walked into the restaurant and plopped down next to her at the bar where she was leaning over a cup of coffee. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug.

"I was worried," I admitted.

"Sorry," she mumbled, leaning into the hug.

"Dean didn't mean anything by what he did," I offered.

"You don't know that," she protested.

"Sam rejected me sort of," I provided.

"What do you mean?" she pulled away to look at me.

I folded my arms on the bar in front of me. "I made a move on him in the car for, y'know, and he only gave like halfway… Not even. It was more like a really heavy make out session."

"What'd he say when you tried?" she questioned.

"That we shouldn't. And I pouted for awhile," I laughed. "But he wasn't letting up so I got over it."

"Oh God," she groaned, dropping her head in her hands. "I feel like an idiot."

"Why?"

"Dean said the same thing to me and I, like, flipped out!" she exclaimed.

"Oh," I looked down at my fingers.

"Drive me back; I've got some serious groveling to do," she sighed.

We climbed back into the Impala after I tossed money down for her drink. We walked into the motel room as Sam was just opening the door with Dean behind him. I stared up at Sam and smiled, "Found her."

"Good," he stepped back, holding the door for us. We stepped in and the four of us stood in the circle awkwardly.

"Me and Sam are gonna go look for that earring I dropped," I broke the silence.

"You don't wear earrings," Lindsay stopped me.

"I meant lipgloss," I yanked open the door and pulled Sam out with me.

"Boy, that's going to be awkward for them," I laughed as we stood outside as the first trickle of rain fell from the sky.

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