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Going Shopping

Chapter 3 – Girls Will Play

Dean stepped outside the sliding glass doors to get them a shopping cart. What with the oranges and a zucchini and a couple of apple pies he and Sam were running out of hands. It looked like it was developing into a major shopping trip. Dean had only come along for the ride; so far he'd been assaulted twice and little brother was ordering him around. In general, he felt like the Little Missis of this pair.

While untangling his selected cart he felt a tingling on the back of his neck, like he was being watched. Turning quickly he was confronted by a gaggle of teenage girls. There were four of them and they were eyeballing him like they were picking out a new toy.

"Well, aren't you cute?" said the tall one in front. The gang leader, Dean thought. She was wearing some kind of collar with studs on it and a tight black T-shirt and shorts. To complete her ensemble she had selected black knee pads and a skateboard.

"Yeah, for an old guy, he's not too bad." That was the girl immediately to badass's right. The other two nodded their heads up and down. It reminded him of those bobble-head dolls that Sam had tried to put on the Impala's dashboard one time as a prank.

"Shouldn't you girls be in school?" Dean sneered back. "Do your mommies know you're out cutting class?"

"What're you doing out alone, smart-ass? Does your husband know you're out flashing the goods around?" Badass sneered back.

Of course, right then Sam had to burst out of the doors. "Dean! What's going on? Who're your new friends?"

Badass looked Sammy up and down. "That's more like it." she said and reached into her pocket. "Here," she extended a twenty to Sam. "I want to see you kiss him."

"Sam!" Dean huffed. Sam looked at him and grinned, then grabbed the twenty with one hand and Dean's neck with the other.

"So he belongs to you?" Badass cheered Sam on as he bent Dean back over the carts and kissed him.

Taking a breath Sam replied. "Oh, yeah, he's all mine."

"If we take up a collection how much would it cost to watch you screw him in the car?"

"Sam! Don't even think about it!" Dean squawked. He fished in the waist band for his gun. "Can I shoot them?"

"Dean, put it away." Sam grabbed his hand and started to drag Dean into the lot.

"If you got a hundred, we're in the black Impala."