A/N - Now this is the scene that started it all. Even though I've modified it a little, this is the first scene I conjured up – picking up Taylor and the song that Shane hears as her sister walks to the car. I can't really explain the whole song business, only that the sisters can send messages back and forth telepathically. Even though I mention in the chapter, bold indicates the sisters talking telepathically. And, just so you know, I have nothing against Jessica Alba – I just thought it'd be cute to mention Dark Angel.

Music Selections - 'Dirty little secret' by The All-American Rejects, 'Whatever happened to the heroes' by Joss Stone, 'What I want' by Daughtry, and 'Paralyzer' by Finger Eleven.

Disclaimer - Don't own Supernatural or songs mentioned.

Chapter 7: The Pick-up

Ten minutes later Sam, Dean, and Shane had decided to just eat at the diner across the street, but drove the Impala over anyway after dropping off the keys for their rooms. Seated at the same booth in the far corner, they were all looking at the road atlas spread out before them.

Waiting for their order, Shane filled in the brothers on what they needed to do.

"So, basically all we need to do is be there in front of the mansion at 8:15 PM?" Dean asked, sipping from his coffee. Shane honestly didn't know where they put it all. She couldn't stand drinking anything hot.

"Yep, that's it." Shane replied, leaning back into the arm Sam had strewn about the back of the booth.

"Sounds easy enough. How does your sister intend to get into the party?" Dean asked in an inquiring tone.

"She's got her tricks. She'll be alright. In and out, like that." Shane replied, snapping her fingers in front of Dean's face for emphasis. All went silent as their orders were placed in front of them.

Soon after they'd all finished eating, they paid and set out on the road, on their way to Shane's other half, Taylor.

Shane had fallen asleep in the backseat, curled up with her head on her blue duffel as a makeshift pillow. As always, her I-Pod was on and headphones firmly in place.

"Sam," Dean asked. "What do you know about Sleeping Beauty's sister?"

"Well, from what she told me back when we first met, Taylor's got powers too. Not like Shane's, so no mind reading. Premonitions, I think. Kind of like me, but with more control and frequency. Some telekinesis as well. From what I can tell, they both share the telekinetics. Remember the locks when we first picked her up?" Dean nodded in response. "Shane's is more of a subconscious kind, though. Let's see, what else? Taylor's approximately ten minutes older than Shane, is practically identical in appearance, and according to Shane has poor taste in men." Sam finished, looking away from Dean and back out the window.

Dean nodded, satisfied with the description. Looking back at Shane for a moment, Dean then glanced at his brother before looking back out to the road.

"What the hell did you do to her last night? She's been out for the past five hours." Dean asked incredulously. Sam smiled slightly, but ignored answering. Dean continued, "I thought she'd be all up here trying to take control of the radio yet again."

"We're about two and a half hours out. Do you wanna stop for lunch now or wait until we're settled in at Chambersburg?" Sam asked to change the subject.

"Now." Shane said, her voice muffled by the bag. "And Dean," Shane continued, sitting up and stretching her arms over her head. "It's your own fault for not eating more before we got on the road."

Pulling her headphones from her ears to the sound of Led Zepplin playing quietly, she asked, "So where are we?"

Dean, looking a little shell shocked from being read again, didn't answer. Sam was the one who replied.

"Not too far out. You slept most of the way. We were starting to think something was wrong with you." Sam said teasingly, reaching over to stroke the back of his hand against her face in a loving gesture.

Finally regaining his senses, Dean said, "Ugh. Get a room you two."

"Okay." Shane said in a breathy voice.

"Knock it off, seriously. It's gross. No chick flick moments happening in this car." Dean said, shuddering.

"Shut up and take the next exit. I saw food." Shane said, sitting back into the seat.

"Sounds good. And don't tell me to shut up." Dean countered.

"Make me." Shane said, crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant gesture. She was formidable to say the least.

"Whatever." Dean mumbled before changing lanes to get to the exit, taking the off ramp. "Let's eat."

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Due to running into construction areas throughout Pennsylvania, the group was set back an extra two whole hours before they finally reached their destination. Patience tested to the end, the moment they were all checked into the motel Taylor had suggested, they all went their separate ways. Dean went to a nearby bar, Sam went for a walk around town, while Shane settled into the room to watch some TV.

At around 6 PM, Sam walked through the door and settled down next to Shane for a little down time with his recently acquired girlfriend. Dean walked in to find the two seated comfortably on the floor a little while later, Sam leaning against the bed with Shane nestled between his legs, both watching some movie on TV.

"What are we watching?" Dean asked, plopping onto the other bed on his stomach to watch the movie as well.

"Fantastic 4." Shane replied. "But it's almost over. About twenty minutes left. Where've you been?"

"Out. What's it to you?" Dean said evasively. After a few minutes of watching the movie, "What happened to Jessica Alba's eyes and hair? Don't get me wrong, she's still hot. But she looked way better in Dark Angel." he said, shaking his head.

"Totally." Sam agreed. Shane also nodded affirmatively.

After the movie ended, they began to gather a few weapons before heading over to the mansion to collect Taylor. Parking in the back where Taylor directed them to wait for her, they waited. All were waiting for any sign of Shane's sister.

About twenty minutes later, the door opened and a girl stepped out, pulling on a brown knee length leather jacket. A few seconds later the door opened again, two 'security guards' following.

"Showtime." Shane said in a deadpan tone as they watched the beauty dispose of the two guards in a whirlwind of kicking and punching.

Once taken care of, the girl continued strutting toward the car. As she neared the car, it was visible that she was wearing a black dress made of a lacy material, a pair of matching black wraparound heels, and a slight condescending smile on her face. Shane chuckled softly to herself, hearing the song her sister was sending her way. "Paralyzed" by Finger Eleven. Her sister always had to have an internal soundtrack.

"Dude, what is that song playing on the radio? Did you turn that on?" Dean asked, frowning and shaking his head.

"What music, Dean?" Sam asked, puzzled. "The car isn't even on."

Shane frowned. "What does it sound like?" Shane queried, in what she hoped was a curious manner.

Dean then proceeded to hum a little bit of the song. It was Taylor. But how was Dean able to hear it? Shane wondered as her sister reached the car.

Getting in and shutting the door, Dean started the car and took off.

"I hate high society." Taylor said in an offhand tone. "Shane!" Taylor continued brightly, pulling her sister into a tight embrace. "It's good to see you, little sister. It's been too long."

Pulling back, she looked forward towards Sam and Dean.

"Thanks for the lift. Are we staying the night? 'Cause I'm in dire need of some downtime. What do you say Shane? You up for painting this town red?" Taylor said, not even waiting for an answer from the boys, turning to look at Shane.

"Hell, yes." Shane said enthusiastically. "Please tell me you brought it?" Shane continued in a lower tone, an excited look on her face.

Not liking to be ignored, Dean said, "Will I like it? We're still here, you know."

"Shut up Dean." Shane returned, smacking him upside the head lightly before turning back to Taylor eagerly. "So?"

"Of course I did, silly." Taylor said, offended that Shane'd even had to ask. "I even brought two so we could match. I'll get them out and show you the improvements I made when we get back to my room." "Also, Sam should enjoy it immensely." Taylor said in mindspeak, a smirk plastered on her face.

"Taylor!" Shane exclaimed in mindspeak, flushing. "How did you know we were even together?"

Taylor tapped her finger against her forehead.

The two brothers gave each other puzzled looks at the sudden silence.

"What is going on between those two?" Dean whispered to Sam, who shrugged in reply.

"What about you? How are you doing? Matt's out of the picture, isn't he?" Shane queried in mindspeak.

Taylor nodded. "I'm surviving." Taylor answered in mindspeak, sighing dejectedly, her shoulders slumping a little. Shane gathered her sister into a tight embrace, smothering her.

"Easy Shane." Taylor said outloud, with laughter in her voice. "So," Taylor said, directed at the boys Hhas Shane been keeping you two in line?" Shane swatted her arm, grinning. "I'm Taylor, as if that wasn't obvious."

"Sam." Sam said, turning in his seat to face the two sisters. "That's Dean. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Yeah, Shane's told me all about you." Taylor said with a smug grin. "Couldn't get her to shut up, in fact." Shane put her face in her hands, embarrassed beyond all reason.

"It's good to see she finally got you between the sheets." Taylor continued candidly.

Sam nearly choked on his own saliva. Dean reached over to pat him on the shoulder sympathetically. Taylor smirked while Shane attempted to melt into the floor.

"How did you know?" Sam asked after regaining the use of his vocal cords. "We only got together last night."

Taylor looked over to her sister, who nodded for the go ahead.

"Vision." Taylor replied simply.

To change the subject, Taylor asked, "So, what do you all say? Nicky's?"

When all she received were blank looks, Taylor rolled her eyes before continuing.

"It's a bar about a block from the motel. Whose up for some fun?" Taylor finished mischievously.

"Dean." Shane said in a warning tone, her lips pursing.

"What?" Dean replied innocently, catching her eyes in the rearview mirror, "I didn't say anything."

"Well, you were thinking it." Shane said before turning back to her sister, who was staring out the passenger window pointing at a neon sign flashing "Nicky's" in stylized writing.

"That's Nicky's." Taylor said as they drove past. "We can walk it from the motel."

"So, it's settled." Taylor said after they pull up outside Taylor's room at the motel. "Shane and I are going to go change and you two can go check in." Taylor informed them primly, dragging her sister up the steps to her room before she even got an answer.

Sam and Dean look at each other over the roof of the car before shrugging and going to the room they had checked into earlier, not even bothering to try and tell her that they were already, in fact, checked in. Things were about to get a lot more interesting.

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A/N 2: Matt was just a name I gave Taylor's most recent ex-boyfriend. Probably won't ever be mentioned again. Did the telepathy show up like it was supposed to? Until next time...