A/N: This takes place time-line wise almost a year after the movie. Which ironically is roughly correct for the Supernatural Incubus story time-line since Crimson1 is currently entering summer of 2008. And the movie takes place during the late summer of 2007.

Also, I don't like Tish… but I won't bash her, I see her and Priestly as having a co-worker friendship and not a dating couple for three reasons other than lack of any visible chemistry between them:

She did not stand up for him when Tad called Priestly a Freak.

She dissed crappy cars and poor people to Jen and Piper.

How someone looks is so important to her, she didn't consider dating Priestly until he changed his appearance. Obviously he can't be himself around her and feels he needs to be someone else to keep her, when really he's beautiful the way he is.

As a side note; Priestly reads on my Bi radar… definitely a guy that can enjoy the best of both worlds. Although I'm thinking it was more about the chase then truly being attracted to Tish, did you see the kiss at the end and how he wiped his mouth and then wiped his hand on his shirt… didn't look like he enjoyed the kiss. =c)

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***THEN***

Leven's white T-bird disappeared among the sea of cars slowly eking along down Cabrillo Highway. The sun hung late in the sky and Leven was unlucky to catch the 5 to 6 end of the day traffic.

His stomach gave off a loud rumble of complaint, having not been fed since breakfast. Leven surveyed where he was, and sighed when he realized he was still not really close to the motel by the beach where his reservation was waiting for him, and by the rate of his progress wasn't going to get there anytime soon.

He was going to die of hunger before reaching the motel. They were going to have to bury him under the highway divider markers, and someone would spray paint on the wall 'Here lies Evelyn Taylor, came all the way from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania in less than three days only to die from eating himself.' His stomach growled again, refusing to be ignored for meaningless pondering.

Right, food, now… Leven signaled to take the next exit.

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***NOW***

Santa Cruz, California

Beach City Grill

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Feeling the moment slip away
Losing direction you're losing faith
You're wishing for someone
Feeling it all begin to slide
Am I just like you
All the things you do - can't help myself

How do you feel when there's no sun
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again
How will you feel when there's no one
Am I just like you

Turning to face what you've become
Bury the ashes of someone
Broken by the strain
Trying to fill that space inside
Am I just like you
All the things you do - can't help myself

How do you feel when there's no sun
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again
How will you feel when there's no one
Am I just like you
All the things you do

Don't ever feel
That you're alone
I'll never let you down
I'll never leave you dry
Don't fall apart
Don't let it go
Carry the notion
Carry the notion back to me

Feeling the moment slip away
Feeling the moment slip away

Cause I'm just like you

How do you feel when there's no sun
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again
How will you feel when there's no one

Am I just like you?

Leven finally found a parking spot along the street, where his luck seems to have changed for the better; for low and behold he could smell delicious food wafting from a building marked 'Beach City Grill' right across from where he now stood salivating.

He was so consumed by the aroma filling his senses and the gurgle sounds his stomach made he didn't notice his surroundings until he walked right into someone. Leven prided himself on his grace and reflexes as a dancer; therefore he gracefully fell back hard onto his bottom on the sidewalk, the contents of the bag the man had been carrying spilled out around him.

"I'm sorry man; I didn't see you… are you okay?" Asked a concerned male voice…. a very familiar voice.

"Dean?!?" Leven blinked up at the man who was offering him a hand up. The man blinked back at him, "nooo… the name's Priestly."

Leven lets his eyes travel slowly from the still offered hand over the broad chest in a black T with printed words 'Join the Dark Side… We have cookies' in white, then up to the familiar (yet so far from it) face. The man had crayola blue hair spiked up in a Mohawk, piercings lined up like soldiers on his ear lobe, with one in his nose and chin. And he had a tribal tat crawling up the side of his lick-able neck. But the most startling thing about him was his eyes, that same unique shade of green, highlighted by black eyeliner.

Oh, and he was wearing a blue plaid kilt.

Its official, Leven has died and gone to heaven.

A dreamy smile spread over Leven's face and he could feel his eyes dilate. "Oh I'm better than okay." He purred as he accepted the hand up. The hand was warm and rough with calluses… a musician perhaps?

"My name's Leven and I just happen to be eighteen years old… so completely legal."

The man Priestly looked frozen, a half smile still attempting to form on his face.

"Uh… can I have my hand back?"

Leven smiled flirtatiously, "that depends on what will you give me to replace it?"

The awkward half smile slowly spread out into a drop dead gorgeous grin. And of course his stomach would choose that moment to interrupt with an embarrassingly loud gurgle-squeal sound. The last time it made that sound he was in the middle of a performance. Yeah, just as embarrassing now as it was then. Leven smiled sheepishly.

"Do you like sandwiches legal Leven?" The man asked as he quickly picked up the few spilled groceries and tucked it under one arm before offering the other one in a gentlemanly offer.

"What a coincidence, my favorite food group!"

Priestly led Leven to the Beach City Grill's door, moving ahead to hold the door open for him. Leven couldn't remember the last time someone did that for him... yeah, he could get used to this.

"Took you long enough Priestly... what's with the kid, are you recruiting?" A pretty woman with dark hair and revealing shirt, asked with hands on her hips.

"Yep, for Project Mayhem... but the first rule is I'm not supposed to talk about it, and the second rule is I'm not supposed to talk about it... guess what the third rule is Tish?" Priestly walked past the woman behind the counter to set the groceries down and tied on an apron.

"And he's not a kid... told me he's legal, and my guess is hungry. So why don't you do your job and take his order, just make sure you bill me for it." Priestly moved away to wash his hands.

Tish narrowed her eyes in irritation at Priestly retreating form, while Leven just enjoyed the view. The man had great legs.

"Why are you suddenly so generous, Boaz?"

"Since I bowled him over on the way in from picking up your plungers, Platisha." Priestly called from the sink.

Leven couldn't help but ask, "Boaz?"

"It's his real name." Tish said conspiratorially.

"Its Hebrew, it means swiftness and strength... also generosity." An older man with a thin braid, who resembled the hippie sterio type, spoke up from the table behind Leven.

"I'd appreciate it if you would all call me Priestly and wiped the name Boaz from your memory. Now what can I make for you Leven?"

"What's your special?"

"I make a bitching grilled meatloaf sub with cheddar and swiss with every vegetable under the sun." Priestly grabbed up his metal spatuala and twirled it expertly between his fingers.

"Sounds orgasmic." Leven replied without stopping to think about it.

The metal spat stuttered in mid-twirl before it was recovered, and Leven managed to catch a grin and the beginnings of a blush on Priestly's face before he turned to face the grill.

"One orgasm coming up then... how big?"

"9 and half inches?" Leven's grin couldn't possibly get any wider.

"How bout 10. Do you want sauce on that?"

"Please."

Tish made an annoyed huff sound, "if you two smurfs are done with your mating dance, I'd like to continue with the conversation we were having before we were graced with your presence."

"Wow Tish, you almost sounded prim and proper instead of just slutty."

"Now now children. Don't make me separate you two." The older man again spoke up from the table, the blond sitting silently across from him carefully watched Priestly and Tish like she expected an explosion of nuclear proportions.

"Sorry Trucker." Priestly said before turning back to the patty on the grill and the prepped vegetables in the sautee pan.

"Yeah sorry Trucker." Tish seemed equally mollified.

Leven looked at them curiously, knowing he was missing the back story of what was really going on here. Taking a seat at one of the tables, he waited patiently while the few people in the restaurant continued with their political debate. Leven couldn't bring himself to care and follow what they were saying, he was to busy enjoying the delicious aroma coming from Priestly's direction. And then the blue haired gladiator was bringing a heavenly plate of food to him with a cold glass of tea. The only way things could have gotten better was if Priestly was naked.

Priestly chuckled at the look on Leven's face as he set the food before him and walking away. Leven eagerly dug in, polishing off the most gloriously delicious sandwich in existence. Then next thing he knew he was nodding sleepily over his empty plate.

The blond sitting across from Tucker avidly watched the whole thing and cooed, "that's so cute."

"Sorry, been driving a little too long." Leven yawned.

"Road trip?" She asked, Leven nodded.

"Where you from?"

"Pennslyvania."

"That's where I'm from!" The blond smiled enthusiastically. "My name's Piper... what's yours?"

"Leven." He yawned again.

Piper's eyes sparkled, "looks like you need a nap to recover. Don't worry the beach will still be there when you wake up."

Leven glanced longingly over to where Priestly was deep in conversation with Tish and another blond.

"And Priestly practically lives here." Piper added when she saw where he was staring.

Leven smiled at the thought of coming back here. Oh yes, his vacation just got a lot more... appetizing.

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