A/N - Wow. A Shane/Sam moment, a misinterpreted moment between Taylor and Dean, showing off the sisters' fighting skills, and finally working the title into the story (which has been my intention all along) all in one chapter. I don't know how I did it. Also, I got the new Harry Potter book in the mail today (Finally!). So, I don't know when I'll next update.

Music Selections - '24' by Gem, 'I'd start a revolution' by Aimee Allen, 'Mississippi queen' by Lynyrd Skynyrd, 'Adrenaline' by Gavin Rossdale, 'Cells (Instrumental, Sin City)' by The Servant.

Disclaimer - No, I still don't own Supernatural. Or Charlie's Angels. Or any of the fantastic music I have suggested.

Chapter 14: Supernatural by Design

"Sam!" Shane said around a fit of giggles, "we're supposed to be working right now."

"Well, then you shouldn't have challenged me. I knew you were ticklish. I just had to find the right spot." Sam replied, as he continued to tickle her. "Besides, we're finished for today and came up with nothing. We'll just have to keep searching until we find the source of this specter's power. There's nothing here." Sam finished.

"Damn. And here I was, all ready to kick some ass. Guess it'll just have to wait." Shane said with mock-disappointment.

The two were currently parked outside a house in a suburb construction site. Their current hunt had them playing a game of hide and seek. The demon they were after was drawing power from some unknown source inside one of the many houses that had already been completed. They worked in pairs, surveying a house each day, all day. There were eight houses total. Sam and Shane were surveying the third. Well, past tense. Their shift was over ten minutes ago.

Which had led to their present position. Sam was on top of Shane, tickling her mercilessly. She had merely made the offhand comment that she wasn't ticklish. She didn't think he was going to attempt to disprove her theory. Hence, her current predicament.

"Seriously, Sam! Get off of me." Shane said, attempting to shove him off.

"Well, there's a phrase I thought I'd never hear you say." Sam replied teasingly, but complied to move away from her.

"Ha ha, very funny." Shane said humorlessly. "We should be heading back. Lord only knows what Taylor and Dean have gotten up to, left alone for so long." Shane finished, straightening out her clothes as Sam started the car.

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Once they finally got underway, it didn't take very long for the two to arrive back at their motel. As they got out of the car, they shut and locked it up before walking back to their rooms. They were discussing their options for their next course of action as they walked toward Sam's shared room with Dean.

Sam quieted when he heard something from within. He paused just outside of the door and leaned his ear against it, listening. Not paying attention, Shane bumped into him.

"Sam?!" What'd you stop for? I was…"

Sam put his finger to her lips and motioned for her to come closer to the door.

"Tell me," Sam said, "what do you hear?"

Looking confused, Shane pressed her ear to the door only to jump back a few seconds later.

"Oh my God!" Shane whispered. "What are those two doing in there?"

From within:

"Oh…oh, Dean. Lower…yes. YES! Right there." Moans of pleasure. "That was amazing! When and where did you learn to do that?"

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. "What can I say? It comes naturally."

"Think you could do it again?" Taylor asked, challenging.

"Anything for you, darlin." Dean replied.

Back outside:

Sam asked, "Shane, can you find out what exactly is going on in there? They cannot be doing what we think they're doing. Could they?"

"Well, they have been warming up to each other. They haven't been arguing as much lately." Shane replied doubtfully. "Besides, I'm not sure I want to butt in on the action, sort to speak."

"Just check it out, okay?" Sam pleaded.

"Okay." Shane trailed off while turning back to the door. After a minute or so, she smiled and turned back to Sam, who was waiting expectantly.

He went to speak, but Shane just held up her hand to silence him.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Shane said before turning and walking back to the car.

Inside:

"Thanks, Dean." Taylor said, a contented smile on her face. "I've been needing that for a long time. I can't tell you how good that felt."

"I told you." Dean replied. "You were too tense. And I have the magic touch." waggling his eyebrows at the end.

Taylor playfully smacked him in the shoulder, sitting beside him on the bed.

"Seriously, Dean. That was a great massage. That felt better than…nevermind." Taylor said, looking away. Damn, now he'll never let it go, she thought to herself.

"C'mon," Dean said, nudging her with his shoulder. "better than what? C'mon, you can say it."

"Just forget it." Taylor said. Standing up, Taylor moved away to grab her cell phone. Where are Sam and Shane anyway? Did she not just mindspeak me?

"Uh uh." Dean said, shaking his head. "You brought it up. Now finish the sentence. That felt better than…" holding his hand up for her to continue.

"I'm not playing this game with you." Taylor replied, firmly. "I'm gonna call Shane and see what's up."

Dean moved in front of her, blocking her progress to the front door. After a few unsuccessful attempts to get past him, she considered her options.

Sighing dejectedly, she mumbled, "Sex."

Holding his right hand cupped behind his right ear, he said "Huh? I didn't catch that."

Thinking on the spur of the moment, a wicked grin flashed across her face as she stood on tiptoe, lightly gripped the back of his neck and standing flush against him, she whispered as seductively as she could muster into his ear, "That felt better than sex."

Lightly trailing her index finger back and forth at his hairline a few times, she let the phrase sink in before backing down and stepping around him.

Opening the door, Taylor paused and turned back slightly.

"Of course, I'm always open to interpretation." she said, smirking and turning around. She then closed the door behind her, leaving Dean standing dumbstruck once again.

Sam and Shane were sitting in the Impala discussing the game plan for the hunt when they saw Taylor walking towards them, a victorious look on her face.

Getting in the backseat of the car, Sam and Shane turn to stare at her: one questioningly and the other, with a raised eyebrow.

Looking to Sam, Taylor said "Sam, go collect your brother, I'm starving."

After Sam got out of the car, Taylor saw that Shane was still staring at her expectantly.

"What?!" Taylor exclaimed.

Shaking her head, Shane replied, "You did it again, didn't you?"

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A Few Days Later:

"Hey, Sam." Dean whispered sneakily. "Check this out." Dean pointed out the window of their room to the secluded park area behind the motel.

"What?" Sam said as he got up and sat his laptop on the bed. He walked over to the window Dean was staring out of and moved the other curtain to peer outside. His eyes widened slightly at the sight below them. Shane and Taylor were all-out beating up on each other.

"Are they fighting?" Sam asked, bemused.

"Wonder what Taylor's done this time." Dean said half-kidding as he turned and headed for the door. Sam rolled his eyes and followed his brother.

The two walked down the stairs and around the back to the secluded park area where the girls were fighting. It was more difficult to see where the girls were due to all the foliage from the trees and other brush in the green space. All that they could make out were the sounds of the girls as they seemingly kicked and beat the crap out of each other.

Following the grunts and growling, the two quickly found the girls in a clearing that was in the center of the park. It was surrounded on all sides and could only be seen from above. It was a nice little place to go when you needed some time alone. Or to settle disputes.

The brothers noticed as they settled in against a tree, that the girls were decked out in workout pants and sports bras. And while it disproved the anger driven brawl, it didn't explain why they were fighting. The girls had broken apart and started circling each other before either had noticed that they had an audience. Shane was the first to notice and jerked her head in their direction.

"It looks as if we're no longer alone." Shane said as she dropped her defensive position.

Taylor turned around, a smirk on her lips. "Hello, boys. Enjoy the show?" she asked.

"Always." Dean replied. "And, Taylor? Did you finally push your sister over the edge? Must have been something big."

Shane only shook her head, amused, before taking a drink from a water bottle that had been propped up against a tree. Taylor was the one to respond.

"It's our own little workout routine. Helps us keep in shape as well as keep our fighting skills sharp. It's our own way of…staying on top of things. We pick it up once in awhile and tinker around with the steps, just to eliminate any chance for monotony. That's what we decided to do today since we've taken care of business here. And you're in luck, you're both witness to the most recent revamp. We were just warming up." Taylor finished, sending a calculating grin over to Shane.

"Taylor," Shane admonished, "you remember what happened the last time we let someone watch us workout."

Taylor scoffed, "Come on now, Shane. This is Sam and Dean here. And I won't let it get outta hand this time, promise."

"Why? What happened last time?" Sam asked.

"It's not important." Taylor answered dismissively. "So, you remember the twist-counter-kick block combination?" she directed at Shane. Dean moved to sit down next to Sam to watch.

Shane smiled a half-smile and put down her water before walking back out into the center of the ring. "You're gonna have to be a bit more specific. There's a lot of those combos."

Taylor rolled her eyes and circled her sister to pick up the water bottle. After taking a sip, she replaced the cap and said "You know, the one after the snap kick-high block-roundhouse side-by-sides?"

"Right. What about it?" Shane said, following Taylor's every move in case she attempted a surprise attack.

"Well, I'm thinking we could change the twist into mirroring sit-spin kicks and then spin back up to end the move with countering forearm blocks." Taylor mused.

"I don't know. What about the combo right after? We'll have to change that as well." Shane replied after a few moments. "Why don't we give it a go and see what flows naturally from there."

"Alright. From the snap kick?" Taylor said, preparing to fight.

"This is better than Charlie's Angels." Dean said as they watched the girls work out the kinks of their newly formatted routine. "And these two are actually doing these moves. No wires or stunt doubles or anything."

Sam shook his head, but he couldn't disagree.

After about an hour of tinkering around, the girls were satisfied with their improvements. Completing a final run-through, they broke apart and started cooling down. After a few minutes, they sat down and moved into 2nd position, legs spread and facing each other. Sam and Dean watched on as the two girls lined up their feet and then pushed forward until their upper bodies were a mere half-foot apart. They each reached forward and grabbed the other's shoulders. Taylor was the first to pull Shane forward, pulling until her back was about a foot above the ground and held for a few seconds before the process reversed in Shane's direction. They went through about 4 more reps before they slid away from each other and shook their legs back in and continued to cool down.

When Dean felt it was safe to talk, which was around the time the girls stood up and began collecting the few things they'd brought along, he said "Is there anything you two do that is normal?"

Looking over at Taylor momentarily, Shane turned back to Dean with an amused expression.

"What can we say?" Shane replied. "We're just supernatural by design."

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A/N 2 - Guess I'll just end the chapter there. I thought about tacking something on the end, but reconsidered. Besides, I wanted to end with that line anyway. And the whole chapter was inspired by that one line. I just knew that I had to work it into the story somewhere. And just so you know, don't be afraid to ask me a question. If something doesn't set right with you, just ask. I'll do my best to answer. Until next time…