Climbing Up The Walls
Chapter Four: A Carwash for Teriyaki Lovers
By: kripke's keepers
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Tyler and Tosh pushed open the doors to the Omega Omega Omega house and stepped outside, relishing in the sunshine on their faces. It was one of the few really warm days left before the cold fronts moved in and they planned to take advantage of it.
"Okay, ladies!" Tyler yelled, jumping in place slightly as she yelled in her false voice. "Who's ready to get some donations?" All the girls cheered and jumped up and down.
Tyler and Tosh grinned at each other and moved toward their table in the middle of the front lawn. Picking up the microphone, Tyler smiled and motioned to Tosh to switch on the speakers.
"Heeeeeeeeeelllloooooooooo Harvard!!!" She called, smiling and gesturing widely with her hands as people walking by and up in their houses looked at her. "The girls of the Omega Omega Omega house would like to get you all cleaned up!" She winked at the boys walking past the table and they smiled and nudged each other. Tosh leaned over the microphone and laughed lowly.
"And maybe dirty you up a little too." She said, turning and smiling at her partner in crime.
"So if you want a clean car and a nice date to boot, come on by the triple O house and place a bid! We only accept cash and the banks close soon, boys! Hurry, before it's too late!" Tyler laughed into the microphone as she noticed some of the freshman sprinting toward the ATM in the main student lounge.
The two of them turned to the girls in the sorority and smiled.
"Go get 'em girls!"
All of the girls turned and went to stand on the sidewalk in front of the house, waving signs and laughing and smiling. All except Heather. The small girl was sitting on the front steps with her nose in a book. She had her long, curly black hair pulled into a bun with a pencil and was chewing on a pen as she studied. Her tank top and shorts were almost covered up with her notebooks and textbook. Tyler strolled up to Heather and sat down next to her.
"Hey Heather." Tyler said in a voice more her own as she smiled. The girl smiled absently at her book in response.
"Heather," Tyler started, "I know you're cramming for your exam in three days, but I really think it would be healthy for you to take an hour or two off and have some fun." Heather's eyes shot from her book to Tyler's face.
"Oh! What are you talking about?" She shook her head and looked at Tyler again. "If I take this hour or two off, I could miss something important in this chapter and then I could miss it on the exam and then I could fail the class and then I could fail other classes and then I would flunk out of Harvard. HARVARD! Can you imagine what would happen then?! Who would take a student that flunked out of HARVARD?!" Heather was panting as she stopped speaking, looking to Tyler for guidance.
"Well..." Tyler's eyes were wide and she nodded slowly. "I still think you should take some time off. This time because you are stressing yourself out to the point that you're going to snap at any second." She patted Heather's shoulder gently. "Really, sweetie, listen to me. I know what's good for you." Tyler smiled and went back to the table to stand next to Tosh, observing the steady flow of cars coming into their driveway.
Heather followed and stood at the driveway, waving to people. A cute freshman came walking up to the table and smiled. Tyler smiled back.
"Hey! Would you like to make a donation?" She asked brightly. He nodded.
"Yeah. I'd like to take her out. I didn't realize she was in this sorority." He pointed over at Heather who paled at seeing all of them looking in her direction. She shook her head as soon as the boy turned back around, motioning to Tyler about her exams.
"Done!" Tyler said, taking the seventy five dollars and smiling at the boy. "Drive your car around and Heather will wash it for you." She leaned close. "And if you mess with her on your date, I'll gut you like a fish," she said lowly, flashing her teeth at him in a snarl. The boy smiled before he saw the look in her eyes. He glanced at Tosh and the brunette had an even worse look on her face.
"O-Okay." He said, quickly turning around and running to his car. Heather's face fell when she realized what Tyler and Tosh had done. She pouted and began to wash the boy's Honda Civic, obviously ignoring the chatter that he was spewing, though he did seem earnest in his like for her.
"This looks like a good crowd." Tosh said absently, pulling on her long brown hair as she turned to Tyler.
"Yeah." The blonde agreed. She looked up at the sound of a growling engine and slapped her palm to her face.
"What is it?" Tosh demanded.
"It's an Impala." Tyler mumbled. Tosh shrugged.
"So?"
"So." Tyler looked up and jerked her head at the occupants getting out of the car. "Guess whose Impala it is." She looked at her friend and shook her head. Tosh turned bright red in anger and gritted her teeth.
"I thought we told them to stay away from here." She ground out angrily. Tyler laid a hand on her arm and turned her around.
"Listen, Tosh. If you get mad, it'll blow our cover." Tyler reasoned quickly. "We can't let them think that they can get to us and if the girls ever realize that we aren't what we say, things could get bad, quick." Tosh sighed and nodded, her teeth still gritted tightly.
"Alright. But I refuse to be nice."
"You can be civil. Act like we don't know them from anything other than the interviews." Tyler admonished, slapping a fake smile on her face as she turned around. "Well hello, Mr. Parker, Mr. Kent," she said in her Valley-girl accent as Sam and Dean approached.
"Hello, Miss Beckett." Sam said formally, smiling genially. Dean nodded to her in response.
"Hello, Miss Banks." He said, leaning on the table dangerously close to Tosh.
"Hello, Mr. Kent." The brunette said flightily, her eyes the only part of her face that didn't match the carefree greeting. "Is there something we can help you with today?"
"Would you care to make a donation to our charity?" Tyler asked Sam, batting her eyelashes at him and smiling sweetly. He laughed slightly and shook his head with a smile.
"Actually, we came to ask you a few questions." He said, leaning close to her. "Like why you've been avoiding us and making things difficult all over town." Tyler smiled and leaned closer to him.
"You want to know why?" She asked quietly, her real accent pushing through. He nodded. She smiled. "You're stirring things up, Sammy. People are going to start asking questions about us. You're going to end up blowing our cover." She laid a light kiss on his cheek and laughed lowly as he leaned back in surprise.
"Well all you have to do is talk to us." He said oh-so-reasonably.
"Hm. Will you stop stalking us then?" Tosh asked brightly, her eyes hard despite her smile. Dean laughed.
"Stalking you? Oh no, we weren't stalking you. We were keeping an eye on you. Making sure you were hunters. If we were stalking you, this conversation would be very different." The tone of his voice made Tosh shiver slightly. Tyler's laugh came out sharply.
"Making sure we were hunters? Bull. You botched our hunt." She shook her head and smiled. "Granted you did help us learn something special about the spirit, but other than that, you royally screwed us over." Sam and Dean glanced at each other.
"Learned what about the spirit?" Dean asked, looking at them intently. Tyler suddenly smiled and laughed her high-pitched imitation laugh.
"Oh, Mr. Kent, don't be silly." She said in her high, chipper voice. Sam turned around and smiled at Heather's curious look as she walked up to them.
"Hi. You're the reporters, aren't you?" She asked kindly.
"Yes, we are." He smiled and gestured to the cars. "What kind of fundraiser are you guys doing?" Heather smiled bitterly.
"You donate money to our charity and you get a carwash and a date." She smiled and gestured towards us. "If you want to donate, you should talk to Theresa and Natasha." She smiled up at Sam who turned to smile at Dean.
"What if," he began, "we want to choose them?" He asked sweetly, turning and looking at the pair of hunters. They both had slightly widened eyes, but their smiles remained frozen on their lips.
"Well," Heather began, "it's not generally how this works..." Tyler and Tosh sighed slightly in relief. Sam held up a wad of fifty dollar bills. "But just this once, we'll make an exception." Heather said in a hurry. The two girls turned and stared at her as she walked behind the table. She leaned between them and got the money bag. "Payback's a bitch. You should have just let me study for my exam." She said plainly with no heat in her voice, her eyes slightly wide. Tyler laughed.
"Well damn." She said, shaking her head and grabbing a bucket from beside the table. She waited for Tosh to follow suit. The brunette looked from her friend to Heather one more time before she growled and grabbed a bucket.
She stomped toward Tyler and fell into step with her as they walked towards the Impala. She glowered at the blonde.
"Don't act like this is my fault." She laughed at the brunette. "Sam's a damn good deal maker." She shook her head. "And Heather's just that good."
"I'm going to kill her." Tosh hissed, turning around and shooting the bespectacled sophomore an evil glare.
"No you're not." Tyler said, pulling her back around. "You're going to grit your teeth and bitch and moan, but you love her too much to hurt her."
They stopped next to the Impala and Dean ran up behind them just as Tosh went to put the sponge on the car's hood. He reached out to stop her, but Tyler beat her to it.
"Whoa!" She grabbed Tosh's wrist and pulled the sponge from her hand. "The other side, the other side." She turned the sponge over and put the softer side on the car. "If you use that side, it takes more than dirt off. You could take off the gloss." She shook her head slightly and began to wash the other side of the car. Dean stared at her.
"Well how was I supposed to know that? You're the one who always washes the Mustang." Tosh grumbled, scrubbing the soap all over the car.
"How long have you had that Mustang?" Dean asked Tyler, leaning against the dry back-end of the Impala. Tyler shrugged.
"Don't know. Few years." She said absently. Tosh snorted.
"Yeah right! You love that car." Tosh remarked. Tyler sighed and turned to the Winchesters.
"I got her right when I got here, about four years ago. She barely ran. I had to completely rebuild her without knowing anything about cars." Dean nodded, slightly impressed.
"So how long did it take you?" He asked. Tyler smiled.
"About six months. There was a time when I couldn't dress nicely at all because I was always underneath my car tweaking something. I remember Easter that year." Tyler whistled lowly. "My grandmother came from England to visit and we were in my car." She winced. "I was dressed in white and lavender in a dress she brought for me. It ended up torn, muddy, and covered in oil. I don't think I've ever seen her so mortified." She said with an exaggerated air. Tosh laughed.
"I have." Tyler looked at her and smiled. "The Christmas that she came over and you, me, Ames, Leo, Jake, and Alec were playing drunken Twister." Tyler burst out laughing and Tosh joined her. The two of them almost forgot that the Winchesters were there until Dean cleared his throat. Tyler's smile slowly subsided and she turned to look at them.
"So," Tyler started, rinsing off the hood with the hose. "Is there any reason in particular, other than the fact that you wanted to get back at us, that you donated for us?" She looked at Sam and smiled cheekily.
"Actually, yes." He looked at his brother who shrugged. Sam continued, "We can help you." Tyler and Tosh stared at him before bursting into laughter.
"We don't need your help." Tosh said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Tyler nodded in agreement, spraying the Impala's surface again with the hose and leaning over to do the tires. Sam glanced at her and looked away, the action only unnoticed by her. Dean and Tosh glanced at each other in confirmation of what they saw. Tyler looked up and they looked away from each other.
"Really guys, we're okay on our own." Tyler said, standing up and leaving a clean rim behind her as she moved to the next one. She didn't bend down this time, merely looked at Dean and frowned slightly. "You're in the way."
"Again." Tosh muttered with a smile as she dipped around the other side of the car to clean the rims there. Tyler's smile flashed across her lips and vanished again.
"Are you sure about that?" Dean asked, his arms crossed as he leaned in the way of Tyler's cleaning. She frowned again and stood mirroring him.
"Well considering the giant help you were on our last hunt, I really think we'll be fine without you." Tyler answered, nudging him out of the way with her hip and leaning down to clean the rim. He looked at Sam who only smiled and shrugged slightly at the offense.
"We'd also really appreciate it if you could just leave us alone after we finish washing your car." Tosh said in a surprisingly nice voice. Dean shrugged in agreement but Sam stepped in.
"Oh, I don't think so." He said in a mock-apologetic voice. Tosh's smile drooped at the corners. "See, we paid for a carwash," he paused before adding in a laughing voice, "and a dinner." Dean laughed, looking at the two girls' faces. He leaned on the car, once again in the way.
"And then we can convince you that you need us." Dean uttered, smiling.
Tyler grinned at Dean and sprayed him with the hose.
"Holy shit!" He cried, jumping and wiping his face off. "What was that for?" Tyler smirked.
"That's for having such a clever brother." Tyler remarked, gently drying the car with a towel.
"How's that my fault?" Dean sputtered, glaring at Sam who shrugged with a small smile. Tosh met Tyler in the middle of the car, both of their sides dry.
"There you go, boys." Tyler tossed to the brothers who stood a good ten feet away now. "We'll see you later." Sam shot her a grin as he walked past her and the action pulled a smile from her. He got into the car, the irritated Dean following him and peeling out of the parking lot.
"Damn. I am not looking forward to this." Tosh exclaimed, tossing her hair. Tyler quirked her mouth.
"Hm. It'll be interesting." She was watching the car pulling away, noting how Sam was the one who glanced back at them. She waved her fingers cheekily and blew him a kiss. He smiled as they went around the corner. Tosh was looking at her when she glanced back. "What?"
"You like him." The brunette said with disgust. The blonde tutted.
"Now now, I don't like him." She picked up her bucket and walked back toward the table. "I just think he's really cute," she said to Tosh as the girl fell into step with her.
"Yeah, if you like the whole lost-puppy-Cro-Magnon look." Tosh muttered. Tyler laughed and tossed her stick-straight hair from her face.
"Whatever Tosh. He's cute and I happen to kind of like the idea of getting to just talk to him about something other than hunting." She sighed, her face slightly troubled. "I'm so tired of work at this point. But it's nice that he already knows about my work so I don't have to pretend to be some delicate flower who's never experienced anything terrible." She suddenly grinned wickedly. "And a little flirting with a cute guy never hurt anyone." Tosh rolled her eyes.
"You are hopeless." The brunette said, putting her bucket back where she got it. Tyler put hers next to her friend's and threw her arms around Tosh.
"But you love me." She said in her fake accent. Tosh winced, then smiled.
"I know." She responded as Natasha. "Dunno why sometimes, but I do." Tyler grinned cheekily and released her. She ran towards the front steps with a sudden burst of energy.
"Heather!" Tyler called, making the girl jump up and run inside, Tyler hot on her heels. Tosh laughed, shook her head, and sat down at the table, her eyes running over the yard. She smiled at her girls and opened a book, brushing up on her folklore.
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Sam and Dean walked up to the double doors of the famous local Japanese restaurant called "Teriyaki" with a resigned Tosh and amused Tyler in tow. Unlike most hunting days, Tosh and Tyler opted to dress appropriately, wearing cocktail dresses instead of the regular attire of sweat suits or jeans and flip-flops with leather jackets. Dean walked through the door but Sam held it open for Tosh and Tyler who smiled as they walked past him.
Sam moved to Tyler's side and motioned for her to sit at the end of the table immediately near them as Dean and Tosh sat at the end directly across from them, an overly-excited chef cooking on an open fire in between them.
Tyler sat down next to Sam and immediately started fiddling with her silverware, unrolling the napkin then rolling it back up again. Sam sat next to her and smiled slightly at her, clearing his throat awkwardly. They sat there and looked at each other silently until Tyler made a pained face.
"I don't know why you're being quiet." She told Sam pointedly. He turned and looked taken aback by her sudden outburst. "I mean, this was your doing. You just had to make that bid." Her smile was slightly irritated and she took a sip of her water. Sam laughed.
"What can I say, you had me from 'Don't fucking move.'" Tyler suddenly burst out laughing and almost sprayed her water onto the table.
"Well, I do have quite a way with words." She said laughing as she pointed to chicken on the menu when the waitress asked. She leaned her crossed arms on the table and smiled, thinking that this wasn't that bad as Sam smiled shyly at her.
Across the room, Tosh and Dean sat down, both silent and looking around curiously.
"So... this is it?" Tosh said abruptly to break the silence, looking over at Dean.
Tosh could see that Dean was checking out some bleach-blonde whore waiting a table beside them. Glancing at Sam and Tyler, she could tell from the laughter and the smiles that at least they were having an alright time. Either that or Tyler was a good actress.
She finally managed to get Tyler's attention and mouthed the words Kill me now. Tyler shrugged in reply. Tosh had known Tyler long enough to know immediately that that gesture meant "I don't know, just go with it!"
Tosh wanted to mouth something else, but Sam once again had her in a conversation. Turning her attention back to Dean, noting that he was practically undressing the random chick with his eyes, she finally had enough of his crap. Tosh forcefully nudged Dean in the ribs, gaining her an annoyed look.
"What?" Dean hissed. She leaned back, slightly surprised at the vehemence in his voice.
"I said," Tosh replied once she gained her composure, "nice place."
"Oh, I didn't pick this 'Mr. Miyagi' establishment. That was all Sam's doing. If it was up to me, I'd be out of here in a flash but Sam insisted that I come with you. I think he's getting a Johnson for your friend over there and didn't want little ol' you to feel left out."
"Well, wasn't that so kind of him?" Tosh said, venom oozing from her voice.
"Yeah. 'Sit-down' dates were never really my sort of thing." Dean continued.
"Oh!" Tosh said with a warm but menacing chuckle. "Is a two-cent whore with a million different STDs and kinds of sperm in a shitty motel more your thing?"
"Whoa!" Dean replied with surprise. "Sit, Ubu, sit!"
"You really are a bastard, you know that?" Tosh said, meeting Dean's eyes.
Without blinking, Dean exclaimed, "And you're simply a joy to be around!" Dean moved his face until it was a centimeter away from Tosh's when he whispered: "Sorority bitch."
"What did you just say to me?!" Tosh practically screamed, causing disgusted looks from others at the restaurant to come their way.
Sam and Tyler's conversation was suddenly cut short as they heard the sound of yelling from the other side of the table. They leaned away from each other and saw what was going on over on the other side, both of them glancing back to the other.
They watched in shock as Tosh grabbed her water and poured it over the top of Dean's head. The chef whose face was seconds ago so full of excitement turned to that of concern as he put his spatula down and went to try to restrain Tosh, failing miserably.
"Let go of me!" Tosh belted out. She tore herself free and faced the enraged Dean.
"This is my favorite jacket! And it took me a long time to get my hair to look good!" Dean whined, still sitting in his seat.
Tosh completely ignored Dean and walked over to Tyler and Sam's table, her face tomato red. She put her hands on her hips.
"This was obviously a bad idea." She said.
"Obviously." Sam deadpanned.
"I'm just going to go." Tosh said, turning and walking away.
"Wait, Tosh! We'll come with you!" Tyler said as she rose from her seat. Tosh turned around and could almost taste the disappointment on Sam's face.
"No, you stay. Stay and have a great time. I'll take care of El Deaño over here. We're just going to go back to the house." Tosh said.
"Alright, if you're sure. We'll see you guys there later." Tyler replied, sitting back down.
Tosh walked back to the table and stopped in front of Dean. Dean was still sitting down, dripping wet, and mad as hell.
"We're leaving. I'll go wait by the Impala."
"No you are not!!! You will wait by the door for me and we'll both walk out together. I don't want you vandalizing my precious baby!" Tosh sighed with resignation.
"You are so lucky that I have a headache and that I am so done with you."
Tosh left the room to go stand by the door. Dean looked at Sam and mouthed I hate you with an evil glare. Sam shrugged, a smile playing on his face. Dean shook his head, got out of his chair and walked toward the door and a waiting, pissed off Tosh.
Tyler turned and looked at Sam with wide eyes and a barely concealed smile. She smiled and shook her head.
"Wow. Could they like each other any more?" She asked Sam, provoking a laugh.
"I don't know. They could have thrown the silverware at each other. Or held one another's faces over the fire." Tyler laughed.
"They could have stabbed each other with the display swords. Or one could have broken the other's neck with their chopsticks?"
"I'm just glad the food hadn't come out yet." Sam shuddered. "A food fight with Japanese? Can you imagine how long it would take to get the smell of teriyaki out?" They both burst into fits of laughter, disrupting the slight peace that the restaurant had fallen into.
"They're totally hooked." She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes, her smile seeming to be permanently on her face when talking about Dean and Tosh's relationship. Sam nodded, leaning his elbow on the table and focusing on her.
"No doubt about it." He ran his eyes over her face as she turned to get the waitress's attention and smiled to himself. "Totally hooked."
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The orange sun was starting to set over the falling leaves as Dean and Tosh walked toward the Impala. Dean got in and put the keys in the ignition as Tosh walked over to the passenger side and yanked on the door handle. It was locked. Tosh lightly tapped on the window. Dean leaned over into the passenger side to disengage the lock. But just as Tosh tugged on the handle again, Dean locked it again.
"Oh! Sorry…" Dean said.
Dean unlocked the door, Tosh tugged and Dean locked it once more, barring Tosh from entry.
"Really?! Really man?! You're playing the lock game with me?! How old are you? SIX!?" Tosh said, leaning down so she could see Dean, whose face and laughter was eerily similar to that of a child's.
"Listen." Tosh said in a low tone. "If I'm not in this car in two seconds, I swear I'll take matters into my own hands!" Tosh reached into her pocket and pulled out a knife, holding it up to the Impala's pristine paint job.
"Okay!" Dean screamed like a little kid. "Okay, okay! Please just calm down! Can you not take a simple joke?" He unlocked the door and pushed it open.
"That was not a simple joke, sugar. That was just you being a pain in my ass," Tosh replied as she adjusted her leather jacket and slid into the Impala. Dean punched the gas and got them out of there as quickly as he could, his tires squealing as he peeled out of the parking lot.
Tosh glared at Dean, who was clutching the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white. Dean glared right back at her. They turned to look back at the road at the exact same time. Tosh would have laughed if she wasn't so pissed off. The silence was deafening, until out of nowhere, Dean's stomach growled. Tosh looked over, and saw Dean gaze down at his stomach briefly.
"Are you hungry?" Tosh said
"Shut up." Dean said abruptly.
"You are! You know, you never took me out to dinner. Tsk. Tsk," Tosh said.
"Yes I did, you just ended our date very... quickly," Dean replied, glaring at her once more.
"That doesn't change the fact that we haven't eaten," Tosh saw a Burger King on the horizon and turned back to Dean. "I know you want to pull into that Burger King." Tosh persuaded. Dean glared at her and punched on the gas as they passed Burger King.
"Fine," Tosh said. "If that's what you want."
They were about half of a mile down the road when Dean did an illegal U-turn at a break neck speed. Even though Tosh and Dean had their seat belts on, they swayed in their seats in resistance to the car.
"Holy shit, Dean! What the hell are you doing?"
With a smirk, Dean looked over at her. "I'm hungry."
Within seconds, Dean and Tosh were at Burger King's drive thru.
"Welcome to Burger King, may I take your order?" a girl with a Valley-girl accent said really loudly through the speaker.
Dean immediately answered: "Number One, no lettuce and tomatoes, extra onions."
"Is that all?" the girl asked.
"Ye--" Before Dean could complete it the statement, Tosh punched him in the stomach hard, unbuckled her seat belt, crossed into the driver's seat, and stuck her head out the window.
With Dean sputtering and gasping in the background, Tosh ordered, leaning out the window with her body across Dean's.
"I'll have the same, except with extra pickles as well and that will be it," Tosh, content with herself, resumed her place in the passenger's seat.
"That will be $7.58, please drive around to the next window," the girl answered.
"Yeah, Dean, drive on around!" Tosh said, snickering. Dean gave her a look evil enough to kill, got himself under control and drove around.
"I'll have you know that you're holding the damn food! And don't you dare touch any of my fries." Dean exclaimed in defiance.
"Fair enough, you're buying!" Tosh replied, flicking on the radio as they drove away with the bag of food.
Hybrid children watch the sea, Pray for Father, roaming free...
The brunette winced and changed the song, not noticing that Dean had the same reaction. They glanced at each other for a split second and then away. Dean drove back to Tosh and Tyler's dorm, Tosh holding the food as promised.
As they got out, Tosh said, "We might as well sit out here and wait for Tyler and Sam."
"Yeah, that's actually a good idea. Plus it's really nice out here," Dean said, trying to turn on his charm.
Tosh looked at Dean, her brow furrowed, "Gay."
Dean gave her a surprised look. "What?"
"You can be all 'Rico Suave' on other girls, but don't think that 'oh-it's-really-nice-out-here' mentality will never work on me. Ever. So quit trying." Tosh said, handing him the bag.
Dean rolled his eyes and said "Rico Suave? I have absolutely no idea what you are trying to say, or who in the hell you are referring to." Dean walked to the front steps of the dorm building and started taking the food out of the bag. Tosh followed, a satisfied smile on her face.
Dean looked into the bag and handed her a burger. "See if that's yours."
Tosh looked into the wrapper. "Yep. A lot of pickles. Gives it a twang."
Dean, who had already taken a bite of his food, choked with laughter.
"What?" Tosh asked, perplexed.
"'Twang?!' Did you just say 'Twang?' How cute!" Dean said in between fits of laugher.
Tosh felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"And oh goodness, you're blushing!" Dean said in an exaggerated Valley-girl accent.
"Shut up and eat," Tosh said.
After a couple minutes of eating, Dean broke the awkward silence that Tosh and he had fallen into.
"Do you think Sam and Tyler are having a good time?"
"Oh yes," Tosh said. "Your brother has her smitten alright! I know her well enough to know what is going on."
"And what's that?"
Tosh tossed her food wrapper into the bag and stood up
"I'm gonna act this thing out."
"Okay!" Dean said taking a sip of his drink and gluing his eyes to Tosh.
"Tyler and Sam are going to have a great time, talking about weather and their lives and laughing: 'HA HA HA! You are so funny Sam!'" Tosh said, acting out Tyler. "'You too, Tyler,'" Tosh said, shrugging just like Sam. This made Dean chuckle.
"And then, after the date, Tyler will turn her charm on. And that's gonna get Sam's goat, if you know what I mean. She'll say some stuff like 'I have a thing for good-looking guys' and what not and then they will drive back here and talk awkwardly for about fifteen minutes in the car before one or both of them will admit that they like each other." Tosh bowed. "Thank you, I'll be here all week!" Tosh once again sitting down beside Dean.
Dean clapped. "Not bad, if it's true. We'll just have to see."
"Let's see, shall we?" Tosh said, ruffling Dean's hair.
Dean laughed and shook off her hand. "Sometimes you're alright, you know?"
Tosh looked back at him. "I know."
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Tyler pushed open the bamboo covered door slowly, relishing in the cool night air as she breathed deeply. Her hands were full of take-out boxes since Tosh and Dean hadn't had a chance to eat. Sam caught up with her and took the boxes from her hands. She smiled up at him and he smiled back.
"Thank you for dinner." She said, pushing her hair from her face, fighting the wind. Sam smiled.
"Well I did have to pay three hundred dollars to take you to dinner so I'm glad you liked it." Tyler smiled slightly.
"You didn't have to pay three hundred dollars to take me to dinner. You just decided to go that route." She said honestly with a half smirk on her face. Sam's mouth opened like he wanted to say something but he closed it again and shook his head, smiling.
"Touché." He said. She laughed and bowed slightly
"You appeared to be a worthy opponent, but I have bested you once again. I am simply too much for you. I would suggest you admit defeat." She said haughtily, raising her nose skyward and prancing toward her Mustang, the hem of her dress bouncing back and forth merrily.
"Just because you're too good for me to defeat right now doesn't mean I won't be able to learn your weakness and exploit it later." He stepped in front of her and tripped up her dignified walk. She laughed.
"Well, I do have a weakness for good-looking guys." She smiled and unlocked the door. She slid into the driver's seat and leaned over, unlocking Sam's door. He opened it and slid inside. They closed their doors at the same time.
"Hm." He said, turning and looking intently at her, asking with the sound of familiarity to the situation. "So, you think what about my brother again?" She laughed and shook her head, starting the car.
"Nothing much. No offense to him but he's too pretty. He's got a complex." She laughed. "And besides, I said I like pretty boys. Not that I like knowing he thinks he's prettier than me." She shook her head and shuddered dramatically. "Been there, done that, talked to the cops." Sam snorted and shook his head as Tyler pulled out of the parking lot, speeding down the road back to the house.
"So I've been meaning to ask," Sam began as he watched the scenery whip by. "How did you guys manage to end up being the house mothers in a sorority?" Tyler smiled and glanced over at him.
"Well, we faked our initiation papers, hacked the records, and we pay dues to the sorority." Tyler said. "Ash actually helped us with most of that stuff." She remarked, more to herself than Sam. "Anyways, we just kind of wormed our way in. Initially," she said honestly, "we didn't look forward to the whole sorority scene, but we love those girls." Sam smiled at the adoration in her voice.
"What do you guys tell them when you come back from a hunt?" She looked at him in askance. "Cuts, bruises, you know."
"Oh." She shrugged. "We take self-defense classes." She said in her silly fake voice. "Sometimes, we just get a little rough, ya know?" She fluttered her eyes and looked at him. "I just don't know. It's like I get in there and I imagine that Nat is an attacker and I just lose it." She winked a bright green eye at him with a grin.
"Wow. It's kinda scary how good you are at that." Tyler burst into laughter.
"I've had loads of practice." She looked over at him and was surprised by his look. "What is it?" Sam shook his head slightly.
"I just like your accent." He said, laughing at the surprised look on his face. "I mean the Tyler one, not the Theresa one."
"Well that is my real name." She said and shrugged. "My mom's name actually." She smiled and looked at Sam. "You know, I talk to you and tell you more than I should."
"Well, I'm not doing anything to make you talk, if that's what you're thinking." He said, shifting slightly in his seat. She shook her head.
"I don't know what it is." She stopped at a stop sign and turned, checking for people behind her. She looked over at him and smiled slightly. "You just seem to be so... understanding? I don't know. You listen really well... damn, that sounds slightly mean." She said in a rush. She stepped on the gas pedal.
"Mean?" He asked, looking at her quizzically.
"I don't know. Just... 'oh, Sam, you're such a good listener.' It's a little like saying 'I love you like a brother' to a guy that fancies you, isn't it?" She laughed nervously at how fast she was talking. "Wow. I'm really sorry about this. I am such a doof when it comes to talking to guys that I..." She smiled nervously. "Never mind." Her cheeks were tinged slightly pink.
"You're not nervous, are you?" Sam asked with a grin. Tyler glanced at him with a small smile.
"Nervous? Me?" Her voice was suddenly cold. "Never." She looked at him with eyes like green ice. Sam ruined the moment by laughing. She followed suit and shook her head.
"You had me going for a second."
"What can I say?" She laughed. "I'm terribly dangerous."
"And why is that?" Sam's smile made her stomach tingle.
"I have three older brothers."
"Wow. Three? I thought I had a situation with Dean."
"Ha. Yeah. There's just something to be said about older brothers." She glanced at him. "Although you're lucky that you're a boy. It makes it easier for you to hang out with Dean and not have your family wonder whether you'll ever get married." She grimaced. "I swear, if I ever do get married, my grandmother and her old debutante friends would all have coronaries."
"So you're not into all that debutante stuff?"
"Hell no." She shook her head. "I had one year of being 'out' and I really thought I was going to kill either myself or everyone else around me. All those girls... it's like they never imagined a fate for themselves other than getting married to a rich man and having babies. The modern times may as well have never happened." She shook her head. "God, I talk a lot."
"Don't worry about it." Sam said softly. "I'll let you know if you bore me." Tyler laughed.
"I'm not sure that you would." She admitted, pulling into the parking lot of the sorority house. She shifted into park and turned off the ignition, turning and facing Sam. "I really like talking to you, Sam, but I don't know if it's the best thing to be doing." She shook her head.
"What? Why?"
"It's just that Tosh and I are a team. It'd be like you going and talking to someone without Dean about Dean." Seeing the look on his face, she raised her eyebrows. "Never mind. Bad analogy." She cleared her throat quietly. "Besides, you're asking me all the questions. I haven't gotten to ask you almost anything." He held out his hands in a welcoming gesture.
"Ask away." He turned and faced her.
"Why does Dean call you 'Sammy'; is he the only one?"
"Dean calls me that because he's Dean." He shook his head slightly. "He's my older brother and he's been looking after me for my whole life." Tyler nodded.
"That. That I get. It's how I got the name 'Tyler' after all. My brothers." She said, shaking her head. "So no one else calls you that?"
"Well, it's not really something that comes up often in conversation. We mostly talk to other hunters that have known us forever or people that we've never met before." He laughed. "We're usually talking about other things, you know?" Tyler smiled.
"Yeah." She shook her head. "Wow, Sammy," she teased, "you sure are easy to talk to." She batted her eyes at him. "Just like another brother." He reached out and touched her mouth to stop her. Her eyes widened at the contact, a smile quirking her lips.
"Please don't say that, even as a joke." He said quietly. He shook his head. "It's hard for a guy to hear that when he likes you." He said shyly.
Tyler looked over at him with surprise. She opened her mouth to reply and jumped as Tosh knocked on the driver side window. Tyler eased her hand away from her gun and sighed, pushing her bangs from her eyes.
"Hey! Are you coming in the house or not?" Tosh demanded to know, leaning against the glass with an ugly face. Tyler rapped the glass where her friend's face rested and shook her head. She glanced over at Sam and shrugged.
"Ah... I guess we'll talk later..." Tyler said quietly, looking down at the steering wheel.
"Yeah... yeah." Sam agreed, running his hand through his hair nervously. Tyler leaned a tiny bit closer.
"Now who's nervous, Sammy?" She asked softly, laying a light kiss on his cheek as she leaned over and unlocked the door by jiggling the lock. "Trick door." She whispered, trying to ignore the feeling in her stomach at being so close to Sam. She leaned back over in her seat, not noticing how he almost followed her over into her seat. He smiled nervously and shook his head.
"Don't know what you're talking about." He said quietly as he opened the door and got out. She did the same and locked the doors with her keys, slipping them into the small pocket of her jacket.
Tosh walked next to Tyler as the three of them walked towards the front door of the building. She kept glancing at the two of them as they walked, making a face at the guilt written on their faces. They reached the stairs where Dean waited in silence. As Tosh and Tyler moved up the stairs, Sam brushed Tyler's hand with his own.
"See you later." He said quietly. She nodded, smiling at him.
"Tomorrow." She winked and quirked her lips at Dean as she turned around and went upstairs with Tosh.
Tosh waited until Tyler was concentrated on the steps and then turned to Dean and mouthed I told you so, Deanie Boy!
Dean shrugged his shoulders and followed Sam, who was also oblivious to Dean and Tosh's little hidden conversation.
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Tyler tossed the keys to the Mustang on the counter amid the books and newspapers already living there. She slid her jacket off and hung it on the hook by the door before turning and smiling at Tosh.
"You sicken me." The brunette said, tossing her nose into the air as she walked towards her room. Tyler ran and caught her, wrapping her arms around her.
"Aw, Tosh, you know you're glad that I had fun tonight." She said soothingly, calming the savage beast that was her best friend. The brunette sighed before patting Tyler's arm.
"Yeah, well, you still make me want to throw up with your sappy smiles." Tosh said, patting Tyler on the top of the head. "Now go to bed, you little tart, you smell like embarrassment and seventh grade crushes."
Tyler laughed, shaking her head and squeezing her friend tightly in a hug before releasing her.
"Night, Tosh." Tyler said, entering her room with a smile. As she shut the door, she didn't see her friend's worried look as she locked the front door.
"Night." Tosh said softly, turning to look around the room before going into her bedroom and shutting the door quietly.
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