Author's note: Remember the boots Milla Jovovich wore in the first Resident Evil movie? Those are the basis of the ones that Shane and Taylor are wearing in this chapter. You'll know what I'm talking about when you read it. Also, I did borrow "Nicky's" from the movie The Covenant, but only the name of the bar, not the actual bar (if that made any sense). Like how it's going? Don't? Drop me a line, if you wish.
Music Selections: 'Devil went down to Georgia' by The Charlie Daniel's Band, 'Bad medicine' by Bon Jovi, 'No one like you' by The Scorpions, 'Crazy' by kidneythieves, 'You set me free' by Michelle Branch.
Disclaimer:You already know, but I'll keep repeating it. I don't own Supernatural or the suggested music.
Chapter 8: Nicky's
About thirty minutes later, Sam and Dean found themselves standing outside of the Impala waiting for the girls to reappear.
Dean sighed in frustration.
"Seriously! How long does it take to change clothes? Every time. This happens every time you let two girls get together to play dress up. Why are we even going back out anyway? We need to start looking for out next hunt. There is always some big bad out there preying on the innocent, waiting for us to come and exterminate it…" Dean ranted until Sam cut in, amused.
"Nervous?" Sam asked matter of factly.
Dean paused and gave Sam a disbelieving look. "Dude, are you kidding? Of course not."
Sam looked unconvinced.
"Are you sure? The only time you carry on like this is when you're nervous." Sam stated, eyebrows raised.
Dean looked as if he wanted to counter, but stopped when he heard the girls approaching. As they got closer, they could hear that the girls are laughing and joking about previous relationships. Their outfits weren't visible due to their both wearing their leather jackets. Staring closely at the jackets, Sam realized that they were practically identical, including the symbols etched into the material. He'd have to ask Shane about that later.
They quieted down as they got closer to the car.
"Well, it took you long enough. Perhaps we'll get there before the place closes now." Dean said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Looking at Dean strangely, Shane said, "Relax, Dean. You can't rush perfection."
With that said, the sisters walked past him, arms linked to ward off the chill of the night. Sam jerked his head after the two girls.
"Shall we?" Sam asked, holding his arm out for Dean as if to escort him.
"You're crazy." Dean replied, shaking his head but jogging the few steps to catch up with his brother and the girls as they headed for Nicky's.
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The group of hunters arrived at Nicky's and found a table to sit at near the game room. It also appeared that the bar was holding some kind of "Coyote Ugly" night, because a lot of the female patrons were line dancing on the bar. The song ended and nearly half of the performers stepped off, smiling brightly but looking exhausted.
A familiar song began to play on the jukebox. Taylor was practically bouncing around in her seat as "Devil went down to Georgia" began to play.
"Shane, come on! This is our song." Taylor said excitedly, tugging on her sister's arm.
Grinning, both girls shrugged out of their jackets and made their way to the bar, leaving Sam and Dean to their own devices.
"I can't believe they just ditched us." Dean said, looking to his brother who was staring in the direction Shane and Taylor had just went in, his mouth hanging open slightly. Dean followed his gaze and was glad he was sitting down. Shane and her sister were climbing onto the bar-turned-stage and immediately fell into step with the rest of the girls on the bar. But that wasn't the only thing drawing all the male patrons' attention. It was the tight, little corsets and miniskirts they were wearing. Shane had on a purple tinted corset that didn't extend far past her chest and a black flowing skirt that barely skimmed her thighs.
Taylor, on the other hand, was decked out in a scarlet red corset with black trim and jean miniskirt with a large black belt through the loops riding low on her hips. Both completed the ensemble with black leather knee high boots. Their hair was loose and flowed around them as they twirled and stomped along with the dance. As Dean glanced around the bar, nearly every guy in the room was staring at the stage and shifting in their seats. He felt their pain.
He glanced back over to Sam, who had yet to regain motor function and close his mouth. He leaned across the table and placed his finger under Sam's chin and pressed upwards, effectively closing it. Dean then leaned back in his seat and nursed the beer that had been placed in front of him minutes before.
Not long after, the song ended and the line finished with the double stomp. The bar erupted into applause as Taylor and Shane hopped off the stage and walked back towards their table, looking flushed and thoroughly pleased with themselves as they pulled out their chairs and sat down.
"Oh. My. God! I forgot how amazing that felt." Shane exclaimed as she took a sip from the soda she had ordered before going to dance.
Taylor, who was laughing beside her, agreed.
"See all the fun you missed out on by going to college? I'll bet not one of your college friends could get down like I can." Taylor teased, poking her sister in the arm. After stealing a drink from her sister's soda, she sighed and said, "Now what?"
Looking about the room looking for something to do, her eyes alighted upon the pool tables to their left. "Either of you know how to play?" Taylor asked the brothers. Gesturing in Shane's direction, she added "This amateur over here can't keep up." Shane swatted her sister on the arm in mock-anger, smiling.
"Hey, there's no denying the facts." Taylor replied in an unrepentant tone. "So? Any takers?"
"Let's see what you've got." Dean said, rising to the challenge. Both got up and headed in the direction of the cue sticks.
Leaning over as if to expose a highly classified secret, Shane said, "Dean's gonna get his ass kicked. No one can beat Taylor when it comes to pool."
"I don't know, Shane. He's pretty good. You've never seen him play." Sam countered, leaning towards her as well.
"True." Shane conceded. "You wanna bet on it? $10 says Dean's going down." Shane said, pulling a $10 bill from her corset.
"Where did you hide that?" Sam asked, quickly shaking his head. "Nevermind. I don't wanna know. But you know what? Your on." Sam finished, pulling out his wallet.
"This shouldn't take too long." Shane said, relaxing back in her seat and watching the game.
Sure enough, not even fifteen minutes later Taylor and Dean come back to the table, Dean's face flushed in a cross between anger and mortification.
"Lucky break. That's all it was." Dean said to her back as she walked around the table and both sat down.
"Yeah, right." Taylor scoffed, indignantly. "There's no 'luck' about it. I whipped you fair and square." Taylor finished, crossing her arms and leaning back into her seat.
As the two continued to argue, Sam held out the $10 bill for Shane, who plucked it from his fingertips and deposited the cash in the corset. Sam watched as the money disappeared between her breasts.
"See something you like?" Shane said seductively when she caught Sam staring.
"Just you." Sam replied in a teasing manner. She stuck her tongue out at him before standing. "Watch this." Shane whispered to Sam.
Interrupting the two bickering children, Shane clapped her hands loudly.
"Hey! Lovebirds." Shane yelled. Both paused and turned to look at her, glaring. "Next round's on me. What do you all want?"
They all told her what they wanted and she headed over to the bar. For the rest of the visit, they all sat around and talked about nothing in particular until the place began to clear out.
As they walked back to the motel, Taylor said, "I hope you guys don't mind, but I'm stealing my sister away from you tonight. You know, girl talk and everything."
"Go ahead, steal away. I haven't had a decent night's sleep since she's been with us." Dean said, waving the two away. Shane glared at him as Taylor lead her up the stairs to her room. Dean and Sam trailed along behind, enjoying the silence.
"Well, what do you think?" Sam asked as they walked into their room and shut the door.
"About?" Dean replied as he sat down on a bed.
"Taylor. She's kinda cool, isn't she?"
"All I know is that it's gonna go downhill from here." Dean said, taking off his boots and laying back on the bed.
"Why do you say that?" Sam asked, preparing for bed himself.
"It's like having a woman onboard a pirate ship. Nothing but bad luck and bitching. And now we're practically outnumbered because one of them equals two of us, opinion-wise. I can feel my sex appeal drop as we speak." Dean explained dejectedly.
Sam just looked amused by his brother's tirade.
"First off, that last part was an over-share. Second, you like her don't you?" Sam asked, looking over at Dean.
"Not even close." Dean said before rising to take a shower, gathering some clothes and shutting the door behind him.
Sam just shook his head. It was going to be a long trip.
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Meanwhile…
"Thanks, by the way." Shane said as she walked into Taylor's room and shut the door.
"For what?" Taylor asked as she sat down to remove her boots.
"For being so good at pool. Won me a bet and an extra $10." Shane replied sitting down and pulling the cash from its hiding place and laying it on the nightstand between the beds.
"No problem." Taylor said, laughing. She then turned and pulled her iPod from the nightstand.
"What do you say? Double shuffle? You play a song from yours and then one from mine? I'll take care of the back and forth business." Taylor asked, digging her iPod travel speaker set from her bag.
"Sure. I'm first." Shane replied, pulling her iPod from the side pocket of her bag and selecting 'You set me free' by Michelle Branch.
About fifteen minutes later, the two had changed into some more comfortable clothes, had sat down on Taylor's bed and were braiding each other's hair as they caught up on the past few months. As Shane was putting the finishing touches on her sister's first French-braided pigtail, she queried "So, what do you think of my boys? Up to standards?"
Sighing wistfully, Taylor leaned her head on her knees.
"Girl, they're even hotter than you described. Why couldn't you have called me sooner? Sam is such a sweetheart. You are so lucky." Taylor trailed off and sighed sadly.
As Shane started in on the second braid, she decided to prod.
"And Dean?" Shane inquired curiously to draw her sister's attention away from any depressing thoughts.
"And what of him?" Taylor said, avoiding the question.
Shane gently tugged on the braid she was plaiting to chastise her sister. "You know what I mean. Think he's hot? Drop dead sexy? All kinds of spine-tingling gorgeous? Anything of that nature." she supplied helpfully, smirking.
Reaching around attempting to smack Shane, Taylor replied, "Of course he's gorgeous. Did I not just say that? It's too bad he's got an ego of astronomical proportions to match."
Shaking her head, Shane couldn't necessarily disagree with the comment. But she would defend him, regardless.
"He's not so bad once you get to know him." Shane said, the words sounding forced even to her own ears.
Taylor snorted in response. "Yeah, I'm sure he is."
Finishing off the plait and tying it off, Shane tugged on both braids.
"All done." Shane said.
"We haven't even known each other for 24 hours, and he's already getting on my last nerve." Taylor fumed as Shane moved to sit on her own bed.
Smirking, Shane said, "Ah, so you do like him." As she finished, she drew her knees up to her chest, rested her arms on her knees, and propped her head on top, mimicing her sister's pose and observing her.
Taylor, unable to sit still under her sister's scrutiny, grabbed some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.
"Of course not." Taylor replied. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Goodnight."
Smiling, Shane said goodnight as well. Her sister was in such a state of denial. But she'd let it go. For now.
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A/N 2: I couldn't resist the whole "girl talk/sleepover" theme at the end. And ever since I've seen Coyote Ugly, I've always wanted to try the whole line-dancing on the bar thing. But you kind of have to learn the dance first. (sighs wistfully) Oh well. A girl can dream. And if that isn't enough, she can act out her dreams through fictional characters of her own creation. Until next time…