"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN'T GO HOME?"
Hell of a scene to walk in on right? But of course those idjits would have killed each other without me there to cool everyone down. But the girls did have a right to be upset. I think I may be getting ahead of myself. Well, let's see. I believe this started on the drive back from Jersey.
"New York, here we come!" Dylan said in joy. Poor gal didn't know what my two oversized morons were up to.
"Yeah, we're almost at the tunnel." Dean said, sneaking a look at Sam who was just as nervous as he was.
"Thank God. You two are cool and all, but you have too many ignored issues. I could not live with you guys." Sharnel said. She was right too. I love those boys like my own sons, but it doesn't mean that I am blind. Those two have more issues than transsexual lovers on the Jerry Springer Show. Sam and Dean laughed nervously at her comment. The five drove all the way until finally, they were in the city. The girl's eyes lit up with all the lights.
"You know, now that we are in our town, we can surely show you guys how New Yorkers party." Kim pointed out.
"That would be great. When you guys are all settled in, we will have to go out again." Sam answered. Dean raised a brow at his brother.
"The turn off for the bridge is to your right." Dylan pointed out. Dean didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah, I know. I'm going to take another route." He tried to sound nonchalant, but the girls didn't buy it.
"So, you're going to take the other bridge?" Kim inquired. Dean and Sam shared another nervous laugh.
"Nah, I like the highway."
"Um, but that's a roundabout mission. We are right next to the bridge." Sharnel pointed out. The girls shared a suspicious look.
"What's going on?" The girls asked in unison. Dean and Sam weren't the only dangerous siblings in that car.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked innocently.
"Look, this is our town, we aren't stupid. And you just entered the highway going the wrong direction." Dylan snapped.
"Okay, look, we are taking you guys home, but first we have to take you someplace else." Dean lied.
"Where are you taking us?" Sharnel said slowly.
"You two better start talking or I will freeze you both." Kim threatened.
"Oh right. Freeze the driver while you're on the highway. Real smart." Dean taunted.
"Look, everybody calm down." Sam said being mediator. "We have to talk, but we can't have this conversation in the car. We are going to go someplace safe and then we will tell you everything."
"Yeah, why doesn't that sound reassuring to me? Look, just because we are new, does not mean we are stupid. You two are leading us into traps aren't you?" Sharnel spat out.
"What? You think we are demons? We've had like a million chances to kill you!" Dean blurted out. Sam looked at his brother wondering what would possess him to say that.
"Yeah, well so did Cole! Maybe you're working your way up to it." Sam turned and looked at the girls. He gave them his infamous puppy dog eyes pleading with them to cooperate.
"Look, it won't take that long to get to our destination. If we are demons, you guys have the book, you can vanquish us. Just, please." The girls did agree. They didn't really have a choice. They were on the freeway and Dean was speeding.
The five of them pulled up to a beautiful, large house upstate New York. It was beige with a light green roof, and had lots of property, including a super big garage. Dean parked in front and for a second, the five of them forgot their troubles and issues, and enjoyed the view.
"Where are we?" Kimberly asked amazed.
"I know I hate upstate, but this place is gorgeous. If I could orb this place to Long Island, this would be my dream home." Dylan said.
"Yes, but I'm sure people would notice the missing house Dylan." Kimberly laughed. With all the shock, Sharnel looked over to the two brothers and they seemed just as mesmerized as the girls were which told her that they have never been here. That led her back to her original question.
"Despite the beauty of this place, I really don't want to waste any more time than I have to here. I have practice tomorrow and I can't miss it. So, tell me. What are we doing here? What aren't you telling us?" Sam sighed.
"Let's go inside. This is a quiet neighborhood, and something tells me there will be a lot of shouting." Dean opened the door and they entered the manor. The house was newly furnished. The couch still had the plastic cover on it. The walls were painted neutral beige, same as the outside. Dean sat down.
"So…" Shar pushed. Dean frowned at Sam.
"How about you take this one." Sam glared at him, but then figured it was better for him to break the news to us. Dean was usually the dick anyway.
"Well, the reason we are here, is because this is our place." Sam said. Kimberly raised her hand in confusion.
"I thought you guys didn't own a home." She said.
"Well, Cass apparently thought otherwise." Dean butted in.
"Okay, so good for you. You got a smashing house but that still doesn't explain why you dragged us out here." Dylan reminded them. Sam and Dean once again shared a look and it was really starting to annoy the girls. Did they do that for suspense?
"When I said that this was our place, I wasn't just talking about me and Dean." The girls raised their brows. "Castiel, or his bosses, they want us to stay here… on the power base." Sam explained.
"The power base?" Shar asked.
"The manor. This is your version to the manor." Dean concluded.
"But we can't live here. It's upstate." Dylan said in disgust, just in case they didn't notice the bitch of a commute we would have every day.
"Yeah, and if this is our manor, why do you guys think you are going to live here with us?" Kim said.
"Look, this isn't up to us. Believe me, we tried to fight against it, but we are stuck living together until this apocalypse crap is over." Dean spat out. Tempers were starting to flare.
"That's it. Take us home. Now." Sharnel demanded.
"Shar, you can't go home. This is your home now." Sam said firmly. He was getting irritated.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN'T GO HOME?" That was when Cass and I popped up into the house only to hear the worst argument known to man.
"What are you deaf?" Dean blurted out. What an idjit. "Until we stop Lucifer, we have to live here with you guys in the manor since you pretty much pale in comparison with the devil right now. So suck it up and deal with it!"
"Fuck you, we don't have to suck up anything!" Sharnel shouted back.
"Okay, then instead how about you suck my-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I wake up in the WWE? You guys are on the same team, you idjits. Why are you going at each other's throats?" I butted in. It felt weird to be throwing authority at them when I was half their height in a wheelchair. "I know. Dean, Sam, you hate witches. Girls, you don't want to live with strangers who hate what you are, but guess what. In case you've all forgotten, we have the apocalypse clouding the world and the storm is brewing, so BOO HOO! No one has time for your little hissy fits!" They all hung down their heads. I could tell that they felt ashamed which is exactly what they would need to feel in order to get their crap together.
"Bobby's right." Sam spoke. "So, I say that we all go and get settled in and calm the fuses." I actually thought it was over. Then the girls looked at each other with looks that basically said 'yeah right'. Kimberly took charge.
"Bobby, you're right. We should be able to put aside our differences for the greater good, but that does not mean we must live with these idiots. We can handle our own house battles and when the main events happen, we'll be there."
"You do not have a choice Kimberly."
"Look, maybe you haven't noticed, but we have a life in the city. Family, friends, school and jobs. We can't just up and leave." Dylan pointed out.
"Yeah, I like my school. I worked like hell to get in there and I HATE upstate New York." Sharnel added.
"Yeah, we are city girls, and even though this place is beautiful and clean, it feels like a different country to us." Kim concluded.
"This is the manor. Your power base. If you don't stay here, then evil will take it over and the balance will shift from good to evil, do you want that?" Cass said in a strictly business tone. The girls said nothing. "And the boys must stay with you to keep you safe until the big battle, besides, they will be on the road at times so they will not always be all up… in your grill." Everyone turned to look at him questioningly. When he tries to act human it's scary. "Just do what Sam said, and look around. Check this place out. You might like what you find." And with that Castiel was gone. I straightened up to look at my 'children' and sighed.
"You heard the angel. Get a move on it!" After that, they all stared at each other with such hate. I no longer wanted to be in this house. They split into different directions. Kimberly headed upstairs with Sam to find their rooms, Dean and Dylan headed to the kitchen to find something stronger than soda to drink and Sharnel went off through the side door to the garage. Nobody spoke. Which was why it was so horrifying to here Sharnel's blood curdling scream come from the garage. We all rushed out the door and into the garage to find this idjit, spread across the hood of a black 2010 BMW M6 convertible all but moaning and making out with it.
"Oh my God, is that Scottie?" Kimberly shouted.
"YES!" she screamed out with a little too much pleasure in her tone.
"Who's Scottie?" Dean asked just as confused as his brother and me.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dylan threw herself past us, pushing Sam out of the way to run into a yellow 2010 Chevy corvette. "MY BABY!" Kimberly began smiling and slowly walked around the cars, expecting to find something.
"IT'S COMET! OH MY LORD! I think I just had a tiny orgasm." The blood ran from my face after that comment. The girls completely ignored us. They were taken into their own worlds. Sharnel stopped spooning her car and decided to get in it. Just when we thought things couldn't get any more disturbing, she starts felling the leather and moaning how much she loves Scottie.
"I am going to ride you all night long!" she screamed. Kimberly lied in the front seat of her red 1963 Mercury Comet convertible and started to sing the Barney song. Dylan actually shed a tear. I have never seen such obsession over something as simple as a car… oh wait.
"Hey, this is a huge garage, but I need space to park my baby too." Dean spat out. Kimberly noticed an extra vehicle.
"Who is that for?" she said referring to the black 2010 dodge charger next to her car.
"Ye-e-e-e-eeesssss!" Sam exclaimed as he recognized his dream car. He hopped in to feel it out. Dean looked at me and we shook our heads at these fools.
"Okay, so I think that you guys should go to your rooms now and get dressed so we could start training." Sharnel walked past me. "At a girl. Get a head start." Two minutes later, while trying to get the other kids to follow her example, she came out with a jacket, shades and her keys. "Where do you think you are going?"
"I'm taking Scottie out for a spin and then to the car wash. I want my baby to really sparkle." I was in disbelief. I think she surpassed Dean on her car obsession. Which we later discovered she had, when she parked it outside and a pigeon pooped on it. She actually went inside and we thought everything was okay until she came back outside with a nail gun and shot three of them out of the sky. She thought it was a completely normal reaction to do so and to scream 'YEAH FUCKERS, TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT ME!'. That was the day, we realized no one touches her car.
"Sharnel, you guys need to train. And aren't you a little car sick after driving far so many days?"
"Not anymore!" she smiled as she hopped in her car, and pulled out of the driveway. I was going to yell at her, but it seemed like a lost cause. It didn't take long for everyone else to follow her example and go for a drive as well. Dean and I were the only level headed ones who stayed in, although instead of training, Dean went to sleep. So now I am just an old man cussing to no one by myself in a wheelchair. Idjits.