Author's note: Hi, again. Nothing much to say today. Chambersburg is a city in Pennsylvania. No real reason for it; I just pulled up a map of Pennsylvania and found a city that fit within the allotted time frame. Nothing supernatural about it that I know of. Now, on with the chapter.
Music Selections: 'Down another day' by Limp Bizkit, 'Road to nowhere' by Ozzy Osborne, 'The deep end' by Crossfade, 'How long' by The Veronicas, 'Famous last words' by My Chemical Romance.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Supernatural or the music mentioned above.
Chapter 6: Shane's Other Half
Dean sat at the diner awhile longer before deciding to go for a drive. As he drove around town, his thoughts drifted to Sam and Shane. He didn't want to sound like a complete wuss, but he had to admit that he was kind of jealous of his brother. Dean wanted the best for Sam and would move heaven and earth, if possible, to protect him. However, that didn't mean it didn't make him miserable once in a while.
While he would be last to admit to anyone that he had these feelings, Dean longed to have someone to come home to; someone he could share his troubles with. There were a lot of things that he kept from Sam to protect him, and the load kept getting heavier with each passing day. Dean would never say that his brother had it any better off than he did, yet Sam always seemed able to let go of the hunt and get the proverbial "girl next door" to settle down with him.
He, on the other hand, was a loner; someone that fit in everywhere, yet nowhere. Sure, he had his choice of pretty much any decent looking woman on the planet that would just fall into bed with him and that had been cool in the past. But as time wore on, he had to admit that lifestyle was starting to get old.
Not that he was ready to give up the one-night stand routine completely. Oh, hell no. He was just considering it; you know, giving it some thought. Yeah, that was it.
He looked at the clock. It was 11:45 PM, about time for him to be heading back.
What the hell, he thought shrugging, I'll give them an extra half hour. If Sam is anything like me, he won't even realize how long I'm gone and use every minute he's got.
With that decided, he found a bar at the end of the main drag and pulled into the parking lot. He might as well make some money in the meantime. Heading into the bar, he began his search for his first potential victims to hustle at pool.
At around 1 AM Dean stumbled back into the motel room and crashed on the unoccupied bed, $120 richer.
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And all was quiet until around 6 AM, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, when Shane's cell phone began to ring.
Hitting the alarm clock a few times before realizing that wasn't the cause of the disturbance, Dean sat up, groggy from sleep. Not recognizing the ring, he glared over at Shane's sprawled out form.
"Hey, Shane! Answer your damn phone." Dean grumbled, collapsing back down on the bed with his hands over his ears.
Shane, hair a mess and tangled up in Sam, groped about with her free hand on the nightstand. Trying to locate her phone without raising her head off the pillow, she finally located it and answered it, not even checking to see who it was.
"Hello?" Shane rasped into the phone, voice still thick with sleep.
"Rise and shine little sista. Damn, I thought you'd never answer." said the overly chipper voice on the other end.
"Taylor?" Shane said, cracking open her eyes and rolling over to sit up. She clutched the sheet to her chest as she glance over at the clock. "It's 6 o'clock in the morning."
"Yeah, yeah. I forgot you like the whole sleeping thing." Taylor said, waving her off. "Where are you? We haven't talked for almost four months. What, did you fall off the face of the earth or something?" Taylor asked in a chastising tone.
"Um, no. I'm with the Winchester brothers. Caught a ride with them after school let out for the winter. I'm on temporary hiatus and I don't plan on going back for awhile. I needed some time away. Oh," Shane added as an afterthought, "We're in some backward town in Ohio. Why?"
"That's perfect! It means you can come on over and help me out. That's why I was calling." Taylor said excitedly.
Shane could almost imagine her twin sister jumping up and down and clapping her hands together. How she could be so chipper before lunch was beyond Shane. They were different in so many ways, even though physically they were almost identical. They had the same long brown hair, greenish eyes, and similar body type. One of the most obvious differences was that Taylor was three inches taller than Shane. And even that could be corrected with heels.
"Taylor, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now?" Shane said into the phone, reaching down with one hand to grab Sam's shirt off the floor once again to put it on before getting out of bed. Both Sam and Dean were still laying down, but more or less waking up.
After pulling the shirt over her head, Shane got out of bed and picked up some fresh clothes before heading into the bathroom. Taylor still hadn't answered.
Closing the door and locking it, she said "Well?"
"Hey! I was just waiting for you to get your stuff together so I had your full attention. No need to get all bossy on me. Alright, here it is." Taylor said, who then paused for breath. "I've been staking out this mansion in the southern part of Pennsylvania, the rich suburban area near Chambersburg for some particularly nasty supernatural activity. My only in is the costume gala being held tonight. I need a getaway. You up for it?"
"Yeah, of course I'm up for it." Shane said, sitting on top of the toilet. "We're about 8 hours northeast of you, if I remember correctly. I'll have to run it by my boys first, though. It is Dean's car. Since we just finished up here, I'm sure it'll be cool."
Shane listened to her sister as Taylor gave her the nitty-gritty details for the hunt she was on. She shook her head, something close to astonishment. Only Taylor could pull off a hunt as sophisticated and clean as she was describing.
Shane spoke up when her sister finished.
"Look, let me take a quick shower and then talk to Sam and Dean, alright?" Shane asked, playing with her fingernails.
"Alright. Hit me back soon though, so I can give you directions." Taylor replied before hanging up.
Closing her phone, Shane stood and walked over to the shower and turned on the taps. Satisfied with the temperature, Shane undressed and stepped under the soothing spray.
It was going to be fun, getting back with her sister. Together, they could cause all kinds of trouble. Those brothers wouldn't know what hit them. And Dean was about to meet his match.
Smirking as she finishing washing her hair, Shane stepped out of the shower a scant ten minutes later. Even then, as she was combing out her hair, Dean was knocking on the door and complaining about girls being hot water wasters. That was about the time she turned about and yanked the door open, whacked Dean upside the head with her hairbrush, and closed the door once again. Two minutes later, a fresh and clean Shane walked out the door, glaring at Dean before making her way over to Sam, placing a light kiss on his lips.
"Sleep well?" Shane asked, grinning like the Cheshire cat before collapsing onto the bed beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Would've been better if someone hadn't kept kicking me. I had to practically lay on top of you to keep you still." Sam said teasingly.
"Shut up." Shane said, pulling her head up and smacking him lightly on the arm.
Dean looked on for a moment from the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face.
"I call shower next." Dean stated, promptly slamming the bathroom door behind him.
When Shane heard water running, she got up to start packing up her stuff. Sam got up and began doing the same.
"So, who was on the phone?" Sam asked to break the silence that had settled over them the past few minutes.
"My sister, Taylor." Shane replied, looking up for a moment from her duffel. "She needs my help on a hunt. She's not too far from here. I was wondering if we could check it out. It's about 8 hours southwest from here, less if we book." Shane continued, pulling out a map of first Ohio and then Pennsylvania, laying them next to each other on the bed. Her finger traveling along the index of the Pennsylvania map, she located the city in question. "Here." Shane clarified, pointing to the map.
"Chambersburg?" Sam asked, bemused. "What's the deal?"
"A demon, taking up residence in the lord of the manor, sort to speak. She's been casing the place for about three days and there's a party of some sorts tonight. All we have to do is be there when she comes out." Shane explained, folding the maps and putting them back in her bag.
"Yeah, as soon as I get a shower we can move out. How is Taylor, by the way?" Sam said, knowing only the faintest of details about Shane's out of touch twin.
"You know, the usual. Getting into all sorts of trouble and needing me to bail her out." Shane said casually, grinning.
"I guess I'll finally get to meet the infamous Taylor." Sam said before returning to packing.
About twenty minutes later, Sam and Shane's bags were packed and in the Impala. And Dean was still in the shower.
"I swear," Sam said to Shane, leaning against the wall beside the bathroom door, "He takes longer than some girls." He shook his head before yelling through the door, "Hurry up, dude. Quit hogging all the hot water."
Smiling and shaking her head, Shane's gaze drifted out of focus.
"Just wait until we have Taylor along as well. Now my sister knows how to take up all the hot water. If you let her, she'll stay in there for an hour. I, on the other hand, know how to take a quick shower." Shane explained before coming up to lean against Sam, "That is, unless you're with me. Then we occupy the place."
"Well, whose fault is that?" Sam asked accusingly, grabbing her butt to pull her in closer.
"I don't know, Sam." Shane said with mock-innocence, grabbing his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
About a centimeter apart, the door opened and a fully dressed Dean appeared, toweling his spiky hair.
"Dude, no. I'm happy that you're finally getting laid, but I don't wanna see it firsthand." Dean said, holding his hand up to shield his face from them.
Giving him a light peck regardless, Shane released Sam who then turned to go into the bathroom. She playfully swatted him on the rear before he shut the door, laughing when he jumped. As he shut the door, she yelled through, "I didn't give you permission to grab my ass, Sam."
Still laughing, she went to sit on the bed opposite Dean as he pulled on his boots, sliding a small dagger in after.
"So, I hear you've got a sister. Why didn't you ever mention her before?" Dean asked conversationally.
"Because I didn't want you constantly badgering me with questions on how hot she is." Shane retorted as she watched Dean gather all his stuff together.
"Besides," Shane continued shrugging, "It never came up before."
"Oh. So, is she hot?" Dean said, partly to annoy Shane but also out of pure curiosity.
Smirking, Shane didn't rise to the bait.
"Wouldn't you like to know? I guess you'll just have to wait and see." Shane replied cryptically, sticking her tongue out at him at the end.
"Why? Is she coming to visit?" Dean said bewildered. "Then why are we leaving?"
Shane rolled her eyes, but let the silver-tongued comment slide. It was barely 7 o'clock in the morning. He could be allotted a few brain fart passes.
"No. We're going to pick her up." Shane said after pausing to bite her tongue. "She's about 8 hours out."
"When were you going to tell me this?" Dean asked reproachfully. He could have sworn that he used to be the first to hear about new news. Now he wouldn't be surprised if he ever got informed about anything if he didn't find it out for himself first.
"Right about now." Shane replied, smirking and glancing over at the clock.
"Very funny. So, what's the plan?" Dean asked humorlessly, finishing up packing and moving towards the door. Shane followed him out, leaving the door open.
"Well, first I have to call her back to let her know we're good to go. She'll then give me the directions. After that, breakfast to plan our course." Shane said, ticking the list off her fingers.
Throwing his bag into the trunk, he looked over to Shane who was just standing there, staring off into space. He snapped his fingers in her face and gave her a pointed look.
"So," Dean said, pointing to her phone "Go call her."
"Oh, right." Shane exclaimed, digging her phone from her jeans to call Taylor. She sat on the hood of the Impala to have the conversation, stroking her hand against the metal while talking. Dean shook his head exasperatedly as he walked back into the room to collect his brother.
"Sam!" Dean yelled when he walked through the door. The bathroom door opened and Sam stepped out, turning the light off. Sam walked past his brother to put his shoes on. Dean stared down at him.
"What!?" Sam said impatiently at the fixed glare he felt bearing down on him, looking up while tying his other shoe.
"Why didn't you tell me she had a sister?" Dean asked in a accusing tone, crossing his arms over his chest.
Sam rolled his eyes as he got up and put on his jacket. Dean followed along close behind, shutting the door as they walked out.
"Well?" Dean asked Sam shortly as he walked past Shane, smacking her leg in passing. "Off the car." Dean directed towards Shane.
Shane glared at him before complying and climbed into the back seat.
"Because you didn't ask." Sam replied simply before climbing in the passenger side and shutting the door.
"Damn psychics and their secrets. Never tell me anything." Dean grumbled before climbing in the driver's seat and starting the car.
"So," Shane said, leaning up between the seats, "Where we gonna eat breakfast? I'm starving."
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A/N 2: Again, I may have Dean a slight smidge out of character at the beginning, but I needed a segue for the introduction of my next character, Taylor. Otherwise, I hope you're enjoying the story thus far. Until next time…