Disclaimer: I only own Kaycee... and I don't own Shook me by ACDC either...
A/N: Sorry it took me so long... hell week of high school is now over... so I should be updating more...
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She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
There it was, more proof that Kaycee is my sister, blasting AC DC, sharing her music with the entire street. Sam sat in the passenger's seat, wincing every time a heavy cord came on, one that drilled into his eardrums.
The chorus came up, and I looked at my little redheaded sister seated beside, me. She was screaming the words of the song at the top of her lungs. I couldn't help but smile proudly down at her.
"Could you be any louder?" Sam asked irritably, his arms crossed as he stared out the window, giving embarrassed looks to all those who dare turn to stare at the car blaring music from so long ago.
Kaycee stopped singing for a moment, and Sam let out a breath of relief, but she had only stopped to catch her breath. She continued to sing, this time in a louder voice, her mouth beside Sam's ear.
Working double time on the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
She wanted no applause, just another course
Made a meal out of me and came back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
I couldn't help but laugh as Sam jumped about a foot in the air, slamming his head against the cold glass of the car window. The song finally ended, and Sam sat there, rubbing his head and looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there at that moment. It seemed like Kaycee had forgotten about what had happened at the house back down the road, but I knew better. She was hiding the fright that boiled up inside her.
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(Back in the Motel room...)
I lay back on my bed, leaning against my headboard, staring at the laptop. It didn't make any sense, what would that thing be doing here? Why is it following me? Why won't it just leave me alone? I gave the damn thing what it wanted and it's still on me like a cheap suit.
"DEAN?!"
I looked up so fast I banged my head against the headboard.
"DAMNIT!" I screamed, rubbing the raw spot where the wooden board had hit.
Kaycee rolled her eyes at me, then tossed me a T-Shirt, "Hurry up. We're getting out of here... and do everyone a favor... run a comb through your hair..."
I stood up and grabbed her around the waist, slamming her on the bed, "Holler Uncle!" I yelled, tapping her lightly with my fist on either side of her stomach. When she didn't respond, I began to tickle her, causing her to cry out and begin laughing hysterically, rolling around the bed. She finally rolled too far and rolled off the bed and hit the wall, knocking down a glass frame that fell and shattered by her feet. She sat up, looking around bashfully, her eyes sullen.
"Good one doofus, we gotta pay for that." I said, trying not to laugh as I slipped into a pair of shoes and walked over to help her up, not wanting to cut my feet against the glass. I helped her to her feet, then shoved her back onto the bed, causing her to burst into laughter.
"Get dressed asshole." she said, grabbing Sam's laptop and placing it on her lap. She clicked on to MySpace and went off into her own little world, and no way I was going to tackle her when she had Sammy's laptop, so I did as she said and walked into the bathroom, slipping the shirt over my head.
"What the hell happened in here?" I heard outside the door, and when he wasn't answered, Sam pushed open the door to the bathroom, looking in as I stood in front of the mirror, fooling with my hair.
"Kaycee broke the picture." I said simply, looking away from the mirror, "We're going out now." I added, shoving Sam back through the door, "I saw a club down the road."
Sam nodded, raising his eyebrows and looking between us, "You guys are weird..." he said, rolling his eyes and finally slipping a coat over his shoulders.
"Maybe you're the weird one." Kaycee replied, slipping a jean coat over her skimpy outfit. A black tube top with a golden belt around her middle and a jean mini skirt.
"Umm... you're changing." I said, turning her around and giving her a light push towards her suitcase. "I am not letting you out of the house in a pair of fucking underpants and a jacket."
Kaycee made a face at me, then looked to Sam, silently begging for his help. When Sam shrugged at her, then nodded, "Dean's right." he said. Kaycee stormed towards her suitcase, pulled out something more presentable, then changed in the bathroom.
"See? That wasn't that hard." I said when she came out, tossing an arm around her shoulders. She just stared at me, then rolled her eyes and looked away, trying not to smile. The love I felt for my little sister right then was more than I could ever handle again. I know, it sounds pussy... but you wouldn't understand... these two are all I have left...
