"So, they…"
"I did not expect that." Dean said, as he and his brother watched the three young witches sitting in the corner; bop their heads to the music. The boys brought the drinks back to our table and sat down. Since we left the hotel room the guys haven't stopped staring at us. They tried to be sneaky of course but we kept catching them peaking and there has been an awkwardness ever since. "Drinks anyone?" Dean said sitting down. "I know I could use one." We looked at the tray of colored shots with questioning looks. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Um, we would much rather some cocktails." Dylan spoke for all of us.
"If you get drunk, you have a ride back to the hotel." Sam said halfway joking. We watched as Dean threw back his second shot. Lovely. Our very own designated driver.
"I get it. You girls can't handle these. I'll get you some little girl drinks." Dean said getting up. Naturally, he struck a chord with us. We are not little girls, and we surely don't drink girl drinks. It was just this one time that we were going to have celebratory cocktails and toast like classy, snobby millionaires but he obviously didn't know to whom he was speaking.
"Dean." I said grabbing his arm to stop him. "While you're up, grab us some Jack Daniel's. This soft stuff just… tickles." Then the three of us picked up the shots of cheap whiskey and downed them. Sam and Dean shared an impressed look and then Dean walked off.
"Wow. You three just keep getting more and more surprising." Sam said.
"More surprising than us being good witches?" Kimberly asked.
"Nope. That one still takes the cake." After having a couple more drinks, the group began to separate and mingle. Dylan and I were on the dance floor, while Sam was by the bar with Kim and Dean was off enjoying a beer with another girl.
"You know what I don't get?" Kimberly asked Sam as she took another swig of her piña colada. She was determined to have a nice fruity drink after drinking like a trucker with a beer belly. Sam looked at her curiously. "After being thrown into this life unwillingly, and knowing what to expect of my life, I can't imagine not jumping at the chance at a normal life. You got out Sam. You went to college. What made you want to come back?" She watched as Sam tried to hide behind a smile which was faltered by the pain in his eyes.
"Well once you're in this life, you're in it. I thought I could walk away from it… but I was wrong." Sam struggled with his words.
"But you did. And you could have had such a great life. I mean Stanford-Law doesn't just give away full rides to anybody. You had a real opportunity at a normal life." Sam stared at his beer and sighed.
"Yeah, and my normal life got my girlfriend killed." He spat out. Kimberly gasped and immediately regretted bring up the subject. It's just that they had been talking about the whole 'supernatural life' thing and how it affects lives, and she was really pondering his decision. 'Damnit, damnit, damnit!' She thought to herself. She held his hand. "A demon killed her."
"Sam, I am so sorry… but you cannot blame yourself for that."
"On the contrary I can. Jess was killed by a demon that wanted to get to me."
"You really loved her." It was certain. Kimberly could see his heartbreaking all over again every time he mentioned her. "Her name was Jessica?" Sam nodded.
"She was beautiful. Inside and out. She didn't deserve what happened and after it did, I vowed to avenge her death." He blew out rough air, trying not to get worked up about the story that still haunts his dreams until this day. "So, me and my brother hit the road, looking for the demon. It took a while, but we got the son of a bitch." He raised his bottle to her and took a swig. She took a sip of her drink.
"I'm sorry for asking." Sam smiled at her.
"Nah, it's okay. It's just one of those harsh memories people have to face."
"Well I think you can still have a normal life. I won't give mine up and neither should you." Kim smiled back at him. "Who knows? You may find someone else to love and one day be so normal you're boring." He scoffed at the possibility.
"Yeah, I wouldn't hold my breath for that. But I admire you're optimism on the subject. You still plan on being a successful radio host in spite of everything?"
"Yup. With my husband and my kids."
"But how can you find love with all the complications of our life?" Sam challenged.
"It's going to be hard, but life is hard. I'm not willing to give up the life I deserve, so I am willing to fight for it. Trust me. Ten years from now, Dylan, Shar and I will be married with kids, getting them ready to take over the fight. We are all too stubborn to let it happen any other way."
"Is that what they saw in the future?" Sam asked with a sarcastic tone. He looked over to Dylan and I dancing off the alcohol and smiled.
"Oh yeah. Before we knew that we were only jinxing ourselves, we used to talk about how our lives would be if we were charmed all the time. And although Piper and Phoebe both marry magical beings, I am not marrying our white lighter and Shar refuses to marry a cupid. Normal guys… only." Kim saw Sam staring past her and followed his line of vision. "Huh." She said observationally. Sam then turned to see a suspicious smiling face staring back at him.
"What?"
"Nothing." She said innocently and then continued to sip her drink.
"I want another drink." I said. Dylan grabbed my arm to stop me.
"Do you love me?" she asked skeptically. I rolled my eyes at her.
"No. I mean I do, but I don't love you." She smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up as I walked away from her. See, when I get drunk, like really drunk, I love EVERYTHING. Seriously. I have tripped and fell onto the floor and then told the floor I loved it because it always breaks my fall. So my lovely sisters tend to cut me off after I start saying how much I love rainbows and fairies except for when they are as drunk as me. Then, God help us. All three of us should not be gone at the same time. It's dangerous. I walked over to the bar and saw Dean seated next to a rather hot blonde. Not knowing if he was trying to score, I sat next to him but didn't say anything.
"Tired of dancing?" he asked.
"Eh, I'm taking a break. How many drinks have you had? Maybe you should dance them off a little."
"Nope. I like this buzz I got going." I blinked at him slowly.
"Right. But you're driving us home."
"Don't worry. I'm a great designated drunk driver." He said and smiled.
"God help us." I said and took a swig of my beer.
"Now's the time you know." Dean said with a smirk. I looked at him questioningly. "You look hot. We're out for drinks." My eyes popped open with shock.
"Are you coming on to me?"
"Well, I would in that outfit but I wouldn't do that to my little bro." I let out a frustrated sigh as we looked at the other end of the bar where Sam sat with Kimberly.
"Dean, I'm having a good night. Don't ruin it."
"Come on little sis. Don't you feel like you are meant to be with Sam?" he said and put his arm around my shoulder. I shrugged it off.
"I feel like the exact opposite is supposed to happen since the future we went to was truly crap. And I have a boyfriend, for the hundredth time. Besides, those two seem pretty chummy over there. Maybe they are meant to be."
"You really think that's possible?" Dean asked. 'Not really since you and Kim are happening because the picture of your baby was just too cute." I thought to myself.
"Yes. So just stop trying to pimp me out to your brother please!" I said as I downed the rest of my beer and went back to the dance floor.
Dylan danced until she went back from gone, to wasted, to only tipsy and then went to drink again. She sat in the middle of the bar. She ordered herself the cocktail she has been longing for when a very large man sat down next to her.
"How's it going?" she heard the deep voice speak, and at first she thought it was Sam until she glanced at him to see another overgrown beast next to her. The one word that came to mind…JACKPOT!
"Good. How about you?" she smiled at this mystery giant.
"Well, my night wasn't so great, but I think it's turning around. I'm Randy." He said and offered his hand like a gentleman. She shook his hand and felt the strength radiating off of him. She grew warm and her cheeks flushed.
"Dylan." She responded.
"I'm just a selfless person. I'm not a hero or anything, but I do what I can hoping to better this sphere we call Earth. Then maybe one day… I could find happiness." Dylan overheard Dean spilling his toxic waste of BS in some blonde's ear. She rolled her eyes at him.
"I'll be right back." She assured Randy as she marched over to Dean. "I don't appreciate you cheating on my best friend." She whispered into his ear. Dean glared at her and then smiled at the girl.
"Excuse me for one moment." He then moved away with Dylan. "What the hell? I'm not cheating on her."
"You know you are supposed to be with Kimberly, so yes, you are cheating." She countered.
"We aren't dating yet! And besides, she's cheating on me too, WITH MY BROTHER!" Dean exclaimed pointing to Kim and Sam on the dance floor.
"Yeah, well she doesn't know it. You do."
"You're crazy." Dean said and then walked away. Dylan then went back to Randy.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, just fixing the future." After a few more drinks and Dylan doing her infamous drunken flirty giggle, she decided it was time to express herself the only way she knew how when she was drunk. She leaned over and kissed Randy in the middle of a sentence.
"Oh God. Here we go." Kimberly said walking away from Sam over to Dylan. Sam followed to see what was happening. "Hi." Kimberly spoke to the couple who were now glued by their lips. Dylan and Randy looked up at Kim and Sam and Dylan once again commenced with her drunken laughter.
"Hiiii Kim. Randy this is my bestest friend Kimberly. She's my sister, but not by blood. She's my sister by-"
"By love. We love each other so much. Yup." Kim cut her off. "Sorry to interrupt but it's time to go."
"I don't want to go. I want to spend time with Mandy." Randy looked at her and corrected her.
"Randy."
"That's what I said."
"Okay, well we will come right back. We just have to go see Gabe Saporta and come back." Kim said.
"Gabe? I love him. Can I have his babies Kimberly?" Dylan asked. Sam laughed so hard he turned pink. Kim tried not to laugh and looked over to the guy she was kissing.
"Sure. Let's just go get the gang and then we can go."
"YAY!" Kimberly came to get Dean and I, but Dean insisted on staying, claiming that he wouldn't be coming back to the hotel tonight. So Sam drove us home in the Impala, which was probably for the best, the way Dean was drinking that night.
"You were right Shar." Sam said to me while Dylan was passed out in the backseat with her head in Kim's chest. Her double D's were great pillows. Kim protested but already knew it was useless, so instead she soothed her sister and ran her hand down Dylan's hair repeatedly while listening to music. "This was a great idea. We really needed a night out and about."
"Yeah. We are all stressing about this whole angels verses demons pissing war and we will go crazy if we don't cool off every once in a while." After getting to bed, we all had a goodnights sleep. Well, all of us except for slutty Dean. The girls and I set our alarms, not being able to wait any longer until we arrived home. Despite our rage towards our parents, we were in fact becoming homesick. We felt like imposters. We've been putting on brave faces this whole time, but the truth was that regardless of what we've learned from the show, we were still too inexperienced and know we're nowhere near strong enough to take on Lucifer. Truth was, we were scared and missed our lives that we had just a week ago. Nevertheless, we made a promise to ourselves and to the innocents that we protect when we said the spell to get our powers that we would never give up. So here goes nothing.