Being back on the road is so refreshing after that awkward trip to the future. The whole gang was finally back together. Dean decided it was for the better to suck up his pride and call Sam. Now the gang was all here. Totally awesome right? Well, only if you're a fan of AWKWARD. See, both Dylan and I know that Kimberly and Dean are going to have a child together. We also know that if Kimberly finds out, she will avoid Dean forever and never get pregnant. Dean knows that Dylan and Cass end up together, but Dylan refuses to go down that road because of how it turned out for them. Dean knows that I end up with Sam, and he keeps pushing it, while I rather avoid it like the plague since, I don't know, I have a boyfriend? Then there is the whole, Lucifer, Michael ordeal that Dean won't let me tell the girls about yet and I'm bursting. I don't do well with keeping secrets! Not from them anyway. Not to mention that since Kim and Sam haven't gone to the future, they both won't stop asking about our trip. But now that we are all rested up and on the road, jamming to rock, the awkwardness was temporarily relieved.
"Finally, we're in Jersey." Sam said in relief. We were all feeling a little restless by now, sitting in the same spot for so long.
"Yup, next stop NYC!" Dean exclaimed relieved. "I can't believe it took this long for us to get here."
"Yeah, imagine if we had a sane person driving." Dylan joked. I was trying to twist into a comfortable position. I tried to lie on my sisters, but they pushed me off. I tried to stretch my legs out but Sam couldn't pull his seat up because he's Sammy the friendly giant, so I made a suggestion.
"You know, we should go out tonight." Everyone turned to look at me like I was insane except for Dean. Instead he gave me that look through the rearview mirror. "I'm just saying. We've been cooped up in this car for days, and whenever we got out, we're fighting demons, or travelling to the future. I just think that we could stand to go out tonight and celebrate our accomplishments."
"And what did we accomplish?" Sam asked not convinced.
"Um, staying alive maybe? I kind of think that based on these past few days, still being alive is a damn good achievement. Besides, we at least get to stretch our legs a little."
"Well, I wouldn't mind getting the hell out of this piece of junk for a little while." Dylan smiled waiting for Dean to jump to his cars defense.
"Hey, this car is a classic!" Dean was oh so predictable when it came to his car. Kim and I giggled at his reaction.
"I think hanging out for a little would be cool. I mean, what are we rushing back home to anyway?" Kim added. Sam and Dean looked at each other and conversed without speaking. Then Dean made a sharp turn off the highway.
"Well, we are in Jersey. Let's go see if we run into Snooki." We drove over to the shore side and made it to the club area around 7.
"So, it is way too early, to go to the club." Kim pointed out. She was so right. Since it was summer, the sun was still up.
"Gives us time to rent a room and freshen up." Dean said checking himself out in the mirror.
"Well, first things first." Dylan said. "We are not going out dressed like this. And since, we only have the money that you've given us, since we really couldn't pack for this trip; you have to take us shopping." Sam and Dean looked at each other and then busted out in serious laughter.
"That's funny." Sam spoke.
"Actually, I'm not joking. You cant seriously expect us to go party in a T-shirt and sneakers."
"Don't girls use accessories or something to spice up the outfit?" Sam asked ignorantly.
"Um, if I had accessories to improve this outfit, I'd be wearing them." I pointed out. Sam sighed.
"You guys look nice. All you really have to do is fix your hair and you'll be fine."
"Yeah, fine is not what a girl wants to hear when she gets dressed to go out." Dylan countered.
"You're going to make us do this aren't you?" Dean asked feeling defeated.
"It's not your money anyway!" Kim added.
"Oh, so you don't approve of how we get the money, but it's okay that we spend it on you." Dean said aggravated.
"In this one case of emergency, yes." I answered. "Don't worry. We aren't talking Coach and Prada here. More like TJ-Max or Marshalls. Good prices, hot clothes."
"And we promise to be on our best behavior when we shop for shoes." Dylan added. Kim and I gave her a 'yeah right' look. When it comes to shopping, Dylan is the biggest girl ever. Guys don't mind shopping with Kim and I, but Dylan will pick up about 50 different things, and try them all on, and then turn around and only purchase 3 of them. That's where her femininity shines.
We went into our favorite store first. We figured that we'd find the perfect outfit there and then cut out about six other stores and save the guys a major migraine. Forever 21 wasn't too packed when we went in. Just the way we like it. Now we don't have to wait on line for the dressing rooms.
"Why can't we wait in the car again?" Sam asked as he saw how our faces lit up when we entered one of the most beautiful stores known to man.
"Because, you are paying, and you don't want to give us the money, so you have to be here to pay for the clothes. Besides, there are nice shirts here for you too. You might see something that you'd like to wear tonight." I answered. Then Dean blinked and we were gone. Off to raid the three floors of pure genius.
"Dean, when are we going to tell them that they aren't going home?" Sam asked feeling a bit guilty.
"We don't have to explain anything until they notice."
"But that's going to be soon. Why would you drive through Jersey if you didn't want them to notice where we were going?"
"Because, they already knew that after we left Pennsylvania, we'd be in Jersey and then we'd arrive in New York. They aren't stupid. I know once we drive through the city, they will start asking questions and then we will just have to figure it out then. Remember, this was not my stupid idea." Dean then looked through the people trying to spot us. "That's why we are taking them out tonight. So, we can bond a little more and get them to trust us. I just hope we make it out this store without being arrested for shoplifting/murder." After taking five minutes on each floor to browse through everything, we popped back up in front of them. Kim and I each had a solid three outfits to try on. Dylan on the other hand had twice that, to a time guzzling six. The guys eyed our hands, and then stopped in shock when they saw how much Dylan picked up. "And who do you think is paying for that?" Dean said in disbelief.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm only buying one. I just need to see which one looks better."
"So you're not done?" Sam asked impatiently.
"No," I scoffed. "We have to try them on. Really Sam, haven't you ever had a girlfriend that dragged you to a store for your opinion? This store is huge. Three floors plus the basement. This is record timing." He rolled his eyes at me.
"Okay, well let's go so you can try them on." He said motioning to the dressing rooms.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You guys are not coming with us. We will be back." Kim said laughing at the thought. Now, with us, there is a dress code. It is one of the few rules we have that we actually follow. Well, Kim and I do anyway. See, when getting dressed to go out, we like to look hot without looking like a slut, so we either show, legs, boobs or back or a combination of boobs and back. For example a halter top will usually expose some cleavage and back. Now we never really show all three, expect for certain situations like Halloween. Some outfits just show everything, but it's All Hallows Eve for God sake. Who cares? There are also dresses that only show back and leg. That can be acceptable depending on where you are going and how it looks on you. Now, we all follow the rule, but some follow it more than others. Kim picked out a nice green halter, with black jeans, a purple dress and a cute black top and a red skirt. I picked out a pink halter top dress, a blue and white button down, with grayish blue jeans shorts, and a black backless shirt with white jeans. Now Dylan, picked up a red halter top dress, a yellow backless dress, and a grey off the shoulder belly top with a pair of jeans. She also picked up a sheer black top with a pale yellow mini skirt; a white shirt that she claimed was a dress, with black tights, and a navy blue belly top with black shorts. We all had dressing rooms next to each other so we decided that we would try on the dresses last. After trying everything on we came to a final agreement. We all went with the dresses. Dylan went with the yellow one, since we made it clear that she was not wearing the red one. One, it was red, which translates to sex. IN ANY LANGUAGE! Two, it showed everything and it didn't look like her boobs were secure at all. Definitely against the rules. Afterwards, we went and found some accessories and went to find the guys, eyeing some girl that was bent over tying her shoe. It exposed her tattoo on her lower back which was of a butterfly. Typical. Dylan snapped her fingers in Dean's face, breaking their trance. "Hi. We're done." Kim spoke trying not to laugh at the embarrassed look on Sam's face.
"We can go get a motel room now?" Dean asked.
"No, but we can go get our shoes now." Dylan answered, shattering his hopes.
"I thought they have shoes here?" Sam said.
"Yeah, not our style." I answered. After paying, we headed over to Bakers. Dylan squealed as she saw her first shoe of interest.
"I thought you said you'd be on your best behavior." Dean reminded her. She looked him up and down like he was stupid.
"For shoes, this is my best behavior." Kim and I laughed since we knew that she was definitely telling the truth. It didn't take long for Kim and I to find our matching shoes, but Dylan went from one shoe of interest, to three. The four of us sat down and sighed as we pretended to listen to her rant about her dilemma.
"Thank God, we got out of there. Thanks for saving me Sammy." I said. He told Dean that he was going to go fill up the car at the nearby gas station, and asked me to come along.
"Yeah, sure. Well, I needed to talk to you anyway." I immediately regretted going with him. I wondered why Dean didn't insist on going. He put Sam up to this.
"What about?" I asked timidly.
"Dean said that you needed to tell me something. He said it had something to do with the future." I smiled nonchalantly and shrugged.
"I don't know what he's talking about." Sam raised a brow at me.
"Shar, you can tell me. I have a pretty good idea anyway." My heart began beating off the charts, and I was half afraid he could hear it.
"You do?"
"I said yes to Lucifer, didn't I?" He sounded so broken by the thought, and I really didn't want to ruin his day with that, but I had to tell him something. I sighed in frustration. Why can't they just leave it alone? Maybe they didn't go to the future for a reason! The Charmed Ones motto: Everything happens for a reason. SO STOP SCREWING WITH IT!
"Yes." My voice was little over a whisper.
"Well, Dean said that we were apart in that future, so now that the gang is all here, we can change it." He tried to sound confident and brave, but I could tell that he was truly shaken by what I had just confirmed. I held his hand.
"Hey. Look at me. We will change it." He smiled at me and we hopped into the car. I made a silent promise to myself to change the future, not for my sake, but for his. That meant everything must be changed.
"I can't decide!" Dylan exclaimed frustrated. "They are all so perfect."
"Dylan it's not that hard of a decision. The red one doesn't even match your dress." Kim spat out irritated. Dylan examined the red shoe and then put it back in the box.
"Okay, but I still have to choose between these two. You two just sit back, relax and chat." Dylan winked at Dean and he glared at her. "I will be right back with a final decision."
"I'm sorry." Kim said breaking a long moment of silence. "We knew bringing her hear would probably be a bad idea, but we did need something to wear."
"It's okay. As long as you guys look hot, I'm happy." Kimberly rolled her eyes and scoffed at his forwardness. "So… back home, do you have anybody waiting up for you?" Kimberly looked at him skeptically. "Because it's been over a week. He's probably called the police by now."
"No, don't worry. The cops are not looking for me. I don't have a boyfriend right now. Shar does, but her mom is probably covering for her, so we're okay." Dean let the conversation fade after that. Five minutes later, Dylan finally came back with one shoe box.
"Okay, let's buy them and leave." Soon after, the gang joined me and Sam in the car, and we were off to find a motel. Actually, it was surprising. The guys got us two nice rooms in the Hilton Hotel. We didn't ask how they could afford it. The guys said since this was our last night and we've been through so much that they would treat us to this. Around 9, we started to get ready. Well, us girls did anyway. Soon we were all ready to go. We heard the guys bang on our room door.
"Come on. Open up! It's time to go." Dean said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, we're ready." I said swinging the door open as the three of us walked out. "Can I get your lip gloss?" I asked Dylan.
"Do you guys have the room key?" Kimberly asked.
"Yeah, I got it." Dylan answered. We were doing are last minute preps, not noticing that the guys have stopped speaking and their eyes were fixated on us. Kim wore a purple strapless dress. It was a bustier fit with a skirt down to her knees, with slits at both sides going up to her thighs. With that, she wore a black leather half jacket with some black pumps. Her hair was all crimped with a violet feather hanging in one ear. I had on a pink halter dress. The halter came down around my neck to a loose fitting V-neck. It went down past my thighs and I wore sheer stocking with silver heels. My hair was flipped out in layers and I had a silver choker on. Dylan had on her yellow backless dress. The straps hung around her shoulders and arms for dear life, and her loose fit skirt went down to her knees. She had on her black heels and wore her hair curly with a black ring on her right hand.
"Wow." Sam finally spoke. That's when we looked up to see their faces. Dean's raised eye brows suggested something that we weren't comfortable with. "You guys look…"
"Thanks." Dylan said, breaking the awkward silence. "You too." She said and hurried past them. Kim and I followed. It's funny how the two of them could truly look amazing simply wearing a button down, jeans and shoes. It was so easy for men. "So, that was awkward." Dylan said to us, while pushing the elevator button. In front of the room, the guys were staring at each other, and then gave looks of approval as they walked over to us. Dean put his arm around Kimberly's shoulder.
"So, you gals ready to party?"