Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Supernatural cause if I did, Sam would have a decent haircut and Bobby would be ALIVE. Heck, I'd have tossed plenty of people to the Leviathans before I gave up Bobby, what were they thinking?!
Author's Note: Sorry this has taken so long to get back to; I'm a mood writer and this story REQUIRES an upbeat, happy happy joy joy kind of mood. I have not been quite that springy as of late, as you can probably tell if you've been reading my Circus Fever updates….I've been horrible to Dean and Sam for kicks and giggles. That's been my mood. Going to try to put on my mouse ears and bang this out! Hold on tight!
Dean woke to sound of Mickey Mouse laughing. He bolted upright in bed, instantly grimacing and bringing both of his hands up to try and hold his exploding brain in place. A groan passed through his lips as he remembered what had happened last night. The bar, the mojitos, cigars….the fountain… Batman… A smile flickered over his face before the memory of punching Goofy surfaced from his pickled brain. He grimaced again, wondering if Sam was going to be bitched face for the rest of the day because of it.
He looked around the room, he had passed out in the upper bunk bed somewhere in the middle of the Last Crusade, and was dizzy just looking over the side. He felt around the blankets and found the remote, flailing an arm over the side and silencing the Disney cartoon that Sam had most likely put on for his benefit.
"Sam? Cas?" Dean called out as he flung his legs over the side and onto the ladder. His descent was awkward, his hangover demanding immediate attention. He slowly walked down the hallway, checking Sam's room as he passed by. Sam's bed had been made, pillows in place, clothes folded on the table.
"Dude really should have taken vacation lessons," Dean mumbled to himself as he shook his head. Living in hotels hadn't really instilled good housekeeping in Dean; he didn't make the bed unless they were staying at Bobby's house.
He walked into the common area that overlooked the other tree houses; still not seeing any sign of Sam or Cas. He stumbled back to his room and grabbed his jeans from the previous day, pulling his phone from his pocket.
He dropped onto his rumpled bed and called Sam.
Sam answered on the second ring. "Your drunken ass finally woke up, huh?"
Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's self-righteous tone and replied, "Yeah, thanks for the reminder. Where are you? And where is Cas?"
"Cas and I are in Animal Kingdom," Sam stated. He grabbed Cas' shoulder and tried to steer him through the crowd while talking to Dean.
"You took Cas to Animal Kingdom? Seriously," Dean asked with a derisive snort.
"Hey, if you hadn't been still in a stupor, we would have waited for you," Sam explained. "Dude, I woke up at 7am to find Cas staring at me. He told me that he was ready to 'experience the Animal Kingdom in all its early morning majesty'. You should have seen it, I was caught between sheer horror and laughing hysterically. So we got an early start. Hope you don't mind."
"No, trust me, I do not mind," Dean said with a yawn. "I'm going to get a shower and find some food. Maybe hit the pool or something."
"Alright, but Dean, you have no idea what your missing! Cas is very concerned about dinosaur land. Oh! And he tried to free the birds when he realized their wings were clipped," Sam explained.
"Well leave it to Cas to try and correct Disney's propaganda! And seriously? You took him to dinosaur land? You know I caught him trying to explain the Creation to a kid in the elevator, right?" Dean said as he ran a hand over his face. "He'll be the next one arrested if you don't keep an eye on him! Is he still wearing his trench coat?"
"He's also informed me that the Tree of Life does not really look like this," Sam said into the phone with a laugh. "You're missing out! And yes, he is still wearing his damn trench coat. We have a security tail as well. They are being discreet but they are definitely watching us. I think it would be a good idea to take him out tonight and get him some better clothes to help him blend in. He looks like a pedophile!"
Dean sighed and said, "Just keep him out of the displays! Unless he sits on one of the dinosaurs, then I want a picture. And try to keep him from getting arrested; I'm going to be too busy hugging the toilet to make bail for you two. And seriously?! A pedophile…. I always thought maybe shoe bomber, but I see your point. We'll go shopping tonight before he ends up on a billboard somewhere."
"I don't think I can take this all day, Dean. I'm trying desperately to not laugh at him but he is really, really concerned over how wrong Disney is about some of their stuff," Sam replied. He watched as their security tail followed them a short distance behind as they walked through a crowd of middle schoolers.
Dean rolled off his bed and walked down the hallway into the bathroom, staring at the shower. His legs ached at the thought of standing for more than a few minutes. He turned around and headed for Sam's bathroom, the master suite. Surely there would be a tub in there.
"Be careful, Sam! Those security guys mean business and I don't want to lose our only connection to the angel radio to these bastards! I'm still fairly certain this is a Leviathan chomping ground," Dean said as he pushed the door open to reveal a large soaking tub in Sam's bathroom.
Sam pulled Cas closer to him and put himself between him and their security detail. "I hear you on that. We're waiting in line for the spinning wild mouse ride. I just caught our tail speaking to the ride operator. We are being very closely observed," Sam said into his phone. Not for the first time morning, he was wishing that they had waited for Dean.
Dean froze as he heard Sam fumble the phone and could hear Cas in the back ground—"Dinosaurs were never meant to interact with humans, Sam. Why do you insist on making them that way? There are reasons they were destroyed."
Dean burst out laughing as he listened to Sam trying to shush Cas.
"Dude, it's like he's wearing a billboard that says, "CHILD MOLESTER," Sam said into the phone. "And I am being as careful as I can without looking even more out of place. They won't do anything unless Cas tries to do something stupid…like try to heal a kid in a wheelchair!"
Dean froze as he strained to listen to the scuffling noises coming from Sam's end of the phone conversation.
"CAS!—"
"WAIT—"
Dean listened to what was surely the phone being dropped onto the ground. He waited until he could hear Sam picking up the phone before saying, "Dude! Are you being arrested right now? Stop him, Sam!"
"It's okay, Dean," Sam mumbled into the phone, his breathing harsh from the adrenaline rush from nearly tackling Cas.
"Dude, tell me he didn't…please," Dean said with a deep sigh. He was too tired and hung over to consider the walk across the park to rescue Sam and Cas from the security team.
"No, it's good. I saw that look on his face and the hand motion. I managed to stop him before he got close," Sam exclaimed. "But we are leaving Dinosaur land right now!"
"Good move! Remind him, NO TOUCHING! Jeez, I really thought we had this whole personal space thing down," Dean said with a sigh. He started the hot water, hoping that filling the tub to the top might help ease his raging headache.
"Dean, hang on a sec, Cas has a question," Sam said into the phone. "What is it, Cas?"
Dean turned the water off in hopes of hearing Cas' question.
"Sam, I do not understand…the yeti is a death omen. Are you humans so eager to die that you make images of this monster? Is the purpose of this ride to die," Cas asked Sam he pointed to a sign overhead that featured a Yeti.
Dean strained to hear Sam's reply. "No, Cas, the purpose of this ride is to have fun!"
"Seriously, dude! He thinks you're taking him to on a death ride?" Dean asked Sam over the phone. "Well, just make sure you explain all of this to him. I had to stay up all night explaining Indiana Jones. This one is on you!"
Sam rolled his eyes and turned to Cas with a stern look meant to keep Cas from talking to loudly about the 'death ride'.
Cas asked, "Sam, is that what Dean refers to as your bitch face?"
Dean froze on his end of the phone. 'Crap,' he thought to himself. 'Leave it to Cas.'
Sam was glaring at Cas when he realized Dean was being exceptionally quiet on his end of the line. Sam took a deep breath and asked, "Dean is the angel blade still in the trunk?"
Dean ran a hand over his stubble and chuckled. "Yeah, I think so…but alternatively we could use that angel mojo thing to send him away for long enough to make our getaway. And I never used the term 'bitch face'! You know how confused he gets about these things, he's always misunderstanding things."
"Yeah, cause I could never imagine you thinking up such a thing," Sam sarcastically said. "Look man, we're about to get on a ride. Text me if you need anything or leave the tree house."
Dean tossed his phone the counter and watched as the tub continued to finish filling. He grabbed one of the Mickey Mouse shaped bubble bath bottles and dumped it in with a shrug. 'When in Rome,' he thought to himself.
He grabbed Sam's bag from the counter and upended it in the sink, snagging the bottle of Ibuprofen before heading to the kitchen. He glanced out the window and spotted some people obviously headed to the pool, towels in hand. He watched as 'pink hair' stepped out of the tree house next to theirs, with her bag in hand. Dean recognized the look on her face, the squint of her eyes, and the slight twist on her lips that signaled discomfort. He chuckled as she glared up at the morning sun before digging her sunglasses from her bag; apparently she was as hung over as he was.
Dean headed back to the tub and froze at the sight before him. The bubbles had risen from the tub and were rapidly making their way across the floor. He sighed deeply before a smirk crossed his face. Sam could deal with it.
He stripped down and slid into the hot water, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He smiled to himself and grabbed his phone from the edge of the counter and called Sam, "Dude, have you even used the monster sized jet tub in your bathroom?"
"No, I haven't. And you have your own bathroom, Dean!" Sam snapped into the phone as he watched Cas play curiously with the giant dinosaur balloon Sam had tied to his wrist. "Use your own!"
"There isn't a gigantic tub in mine!" Dean replied as tried to keep the bubbles away from his phone. "Oh, hey, would you wanna swing by the trunk and grab my latest issue of Busty Asian Beauties for me? A tub like this calls for some reading material."
"Speaking of awkward, that is so gross Dean! …and the car is outside so you can just go get your own reading material," Sam sighed into the phone.
"Dude, I'm already in the tub! And after getting arrested once last night, I didn't think you be okay with me strutting my stuff through the hotel to get to my car," Dean said, feigning annoyance. "But that's fine! I don't mind the ladies checking out the goods…Crap! Sam! Why are there no towels in your bathroom?"
Sam just rolled his eyes as he considered hanging up on Dean. Cas was being quite a handful to manage on his own and Dean was just being a distraction at this point.
"Don't even think about it Dean," Sam warned. "And unlike with you, I don't have to worry about Cas trying to hit on Pocahontas so that's a perk I guess."
Dean frowned into the phone as he stood from the tub and surveyed the bathroom, "Why? Is she hot? And seriously dude, we've been here like what, two days and you've used all the towels! How many times have you washed your hair?"
Sam ran a hand through his hair, wishing he had hung up on Dean already. "Seriously Dean? The towels are right outside the glass door! And if they aren't in the bathroom, check the dryer down the hallway by your room. Why didn't you check for towels before you got in the tub?"
Dean laughed into the phone, "That's why I'm using YOUR tub; I figured you would be more prepared than this! I'm serious Sam, there are parts of me getting pruny that aren't supposed to be! Jeez, I'll just go and find one and I don't want to hear anything about the wet carpet, okay?"
Dean stepped carefully from the tub, nearly dropping his phone as he slipped on the wet floor. He grinned as he considered what Sam had said, "You washed towels? This is why I keep you around, Sammy. You're so friggin responsible!"
Sam scoffed into the phone and waved at Cas, who was beginning to follow a kid who's balloon was even bigger than the one Sam had bought Cas.
"That's why I washed towels last night while you and Cas were mooning over Indiana Jones! So we would have clean towels tonight," Sam stated into the phone. "Some of us are just more responsible than others."
Dean walked through the tree house, heading for the fridge before going to get a towel. It wasn't often he got the opportunity to walk around naked; one of the many negatives of living on the road with someone who was not a bikini model.
"You wanna meet up later for dinner somewhere or are you going to bring me back something," Dean asked as he glanced out the large windows that surrounded the living room. He watched as a group of older women walked past on the gravel walkway below, one suddenly looking up at him. She smiled cheekily up at him and gave a small wave.
"We'll bring you something," Sam replied into the phone, wondering if Dean knew about the windows.
Dean froze for a second before grabbing a couch cushion and firmly planting it over his crotch. The older woman gave another smile and a wink before before rushing to catch up to the larger group of prowling cougars.
"DUDE, did you know our windows are NOT tinted? I just had some old woman checking me out while I was looking for a towel. Seriously man, this is cougar country," Dean barked into the phone. "Better keep an eye on Cas, they'll be after him next."
Sam laughed and said, "Well, Cas is enjoying the safari ride so far. Although he is concerned about the animals being penned up. He said something about it not being fair to them. And since when have you ever been concerned with modesty? Or older women, you've brought more than one back the room before!"
"Well, tell Cas it's better to have them locked up instead of on a tasty sesame seed bun," Dean replied as he tried to pull his jeans on with one hand. "And modest?! I was practically optically assaulted by that blue hair! And you know how I feel about the older ladies, the more experienced the better. But dude, she looked like Lucille Ball. Not gonna happen!"
Sam chuckled into the phone and grabbed Cas by the coat as he tried to stand up from his seat; he adjusted the phone and said, "Hey! You LIKED Lucille Ball! And you know that military guy you pointed out yesterday with 'pink hair', he's two seats up from us with his kids. The little one keeps looking back and making faces at Cas and he's really confused now. The guy is looking a little harried. Guess his wife went to see a show or something."
Dean grabbed his shirt and slipped it over his head and said, "Okay, so I LIKED Lucy, but I NEVER wanted to bend her over my hood, okay? And tell Cas to make a face back, but to not get caught. That guy could probably rip him a new one, especially if he's stressed out cause of his kids."
Dean toed his boots on and pulled the door shut behind him. He listened to Sam repeat his comment to Cas, smiling as he imagined what face Cas might think was appropriate to scare a kid with. Knowing Cas, any face he chose to make would scare the kid.
Dean pulled his phone close and mumbled into the phone, "I just got out to the pool. I see some pink hair across the pool; she looks a lot like how I feel, probably hung over. Three kids—Jesus!—She probably needs a hangover from all that…. Crap, that 'ole blue haired cougar from before is eyeing me. I've got find a way to look unavailable."
Sam laughed and said, "Okay, well we now we have three tails and one of them looks like a wrestler. We just got off the Safari ride and that little kid came right up to Cas and tugged on his sleeve and asked if he was an angel. Cas actually looked kind of flustered and he said 'yes, I am'! The kid's father came up and grabbed him. He apologized for his kid bothering us."
"Wow, impressive kid," Dean said as he headed for the only empty chair across the pool, which happened to be next to the pink haired woman. "What did Cas say to him?"
Sam sighed deeply into the phone and said, "He said, 'It's no bother. Children are naturally curious and can see deeper than most people give them credit for'. I'm actually surprised he handled it so well!"
"Wow, go Cas! So much for the pedophile thing, huh? Listen, I've got to hide from the cougar," Dean said as he approached the pool chair. "I'll text if I leave the hotel, okay?"
Sam laughed and said, "Alright man. I don't want to find any old ladies in the bathtub later, okay?"
"Real funny, Sam," Dean snapped as he hung up his phone.
Dean glanced over his shoulder at the older woman, who was shamelessly staring at him. He dropped into the pool chair, instantly wishing he had a magazine or anything to look at. He glanced at 'pink hair' and noticed a few magazines and books peeking out of the top of her bag.
"Hey, would you mind," Dean asked as he motioned to the books. She glanced at him over her Buddy Holly glasses and leaned over to her bag. She pulled out a glossy magazine and handed it to him with a smile.
"You don't look like a Martha Stewart kind of guy," she said as he saw the title of the magazine, Super Chevy.
He smiled and took it from her, opening it and thumbing through it with a soft whistle. "You're right about that," he said as he glanced over the top of the magazine at the older woman, who gave him a little wave.
"Friend of yours," pink hair asked, as she glanced curiously at the older woman.
"Um-no," Dean replied with a grimace. "More of a cougar stalker type than a friend."
She laughed and said, "I'm Jenn and not a stalker."
Dean smiled and said, "I'm Dean. Thanks for the magazine, might give me the barricade I need from her."
"No problem," Jenn said as she picked up the book she had been reading. Dean glanced up and froze. It was not just any book. It was one of Chuck's novels-Dean felt himself beginning to panic, as well as a burning blush creep over him as he glanced at the illustrated cover. His character looked far too oversexed and Sam's hair had more body than any one man needed. He would have killed Chuck for his choice in illustrator if he had known where to find the rogue prophet.
Dean immediately pulled the car magazine up, making it impossible for Jenn to see him. He adjusted the magazine to hold it with one hand, digging for his phone with the other one.
Sam was going to shit a brick.
Dean dropped the magazine into his lap and began to text furiously: Sam, I'm hiding behind a magazine I borrowed from 'pink hair', she had a car magazine so I'm safe from the cougar. But we have a major problem here!
Dean tried to sit still, his knee jiggling as he waited for Sam to respond.
Sam responded a minute later with: Don't you dare get involved with pink hair, Dean! She's married and her husband looks like he could beat your ass without breaking a sweat.
Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed, trying to smile innocently as Jenn looked up at him, he texted Sam back with: Seriously dude, she has three kids. You know I avoid women with the "mom gene". I prefer the "daddy issue gene". Besides, it looks like she could kick my ass before he ever gets here. But you are missing the problem Sam! She's reading one of Chuck's books…and it looks like there might be more in her bag…We are so screwed right not! And Chuck's illustrator did a fairly nice job of nailing our likenesses, except for your hair.
Sam purposely took a minute longer than necessary to respond, knowing that Dean was probably sitting there sweating over his current predicament.
Sam smiled as he texted back: Well, that explains the stickers on her car. Jeez, not another Becky!
Dean couldn't help it as he tensed up and involuntarily glanced up at Jenn.
Dean ducked his head back down and texted: God, I hope not. I'm terrified to move now. I'm looking at her car magazine and if I make a run for, it might be more weird. What do I do, Sam?! She's looking at me from behind her Buddy Holly glasses.
Sam glanced up at Cas before he replied to Dean, making sure he wasn't getting caught up in the parade that was passing by them. Sam replied to Dean with a smile: Cas is fascinated by this parade. That military guy and his kids are right next to us. His oldest looks extremely bored. His daughter is going nuts over the Disney characters.
Dean rolled his eyes and replied: Tell Cas to keep his distance from those kids. The last thing I want to explain to Bobby is how Cas got a black eye. And Sam, what am I supposed to do about this?!
Sam smirked as he texted Dean back: You could always ask her about the books. It's not like you don't know what's in there. Just, whatever you do, do not show her your tattoo! Or explain that we are the real deal. Alternatively, you could just throw the magazine at her and run away screaming like a little girl.
Dean sat in his poolside chair and considered Sam's response. He hadn't bothered to finish reading Chuck's novels…who needed to read a book written about their own life? He glanced at Jenn and considered how to strike up a conversation with her about the books. He was about to open his mouth when an unsettling thought occurred to him. He grabbed his phone again and set about to texting Sam.
Dean texted furiously, hoping his tense body language didn't tip Jenn of that something was wrong: What if she's one of those Wincest people? You know, that weird group that thinks we're "together" because we're always together?! God, I want Hell to just open up and swallow me now!
Sam laughed as he read Dean's text message. Castiel walked up to him and looked curiously at him. Cas touched Sam's arm and said, "Is Dean in danger? I sense his discomfort. Should we assist in some sort of rescue?"
Sam laughed even harder at Castiel's remark and said, "No Cas. This is something Dean really has to do on his own. Let's keep walking and see what's ahead."
Sam pulled his phone from his pocket again and texted a reply: Relax man! She's probably just a fan of the books. Why don't you ask her who her favorite character is? Bet it's me!
Dean sighed and flipped through a few pages of the Super Chevy magazine before texting Sam back: Dude! She's fanning herself as she's reading! I never finished reading them and what if there's something in there Chuck never told us about, like some sort of heavenly orgy or something? If I survive this with any dignity, I'm going to kill that prophet!
Sam didn't bother to reply to Dean. He was getting worried about nothing; he had secretly been following the book sales and had known that at some point they were going to cross paths with another Chuck fan. But he hadn't really thought it would have happened at Disney world either. Oh well, Dean could handle it.
His phone went off again and he pulled it from his pocket and read the message from Dean: Fine! I can do this. Maybe she's more of a Sam person anyways. But if her military husband finds me and her reading smutty novels together, at least promise me, you'll help explain all this crap.
Sam grimaced at the thought of having to explain it to anyone, especially someone with military training. He didn't want to think of their vacation ending early as they made a get-a-way to the Impala in the middle of the night.
He texted Dean back with a frown: Whatever Dean. Just promise me you won't try to jump down her pants! I don't want to even think about trying to explain that one! And Cas wants to know why humans keep animals penned up but then honor them with music and dance! How the hell do you explain Disney to an angel! Jeez…
Dean tossed his phone on the table between him and Jenn. He flipped through the car magazine again, pausing at a dog eared page. He could tell from the worn edge and crease in the spine, the page had been stared at quite a lot.
"Your husband's choice," Dean asked as he held the picture up; a '69 Chevelle SS, a deep blue with white racing stripes.
Jenn gave him a withering look before saying, "No. It's my top choice; he would rather be driving some old Willy's jeep."
Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise; it wasn't often he could appreciate some chic's car choice, but hot damn-obviously three kids hadn't totally fried her brains of taste, or given her the minivan complex.
Dean nodded as he continued to read the description of the car. Without realizing it, Dean brought a hand up to his aching head and began to rub his temples. He was startled from reading when a bottle of Ibuprofen was suddenly rattled near his head.
Jenn was dumping two in her own hand and held the bottle out to him. He shook a few into his own hand as she pulled two water bottles from her bag. He took one with a smile.
"Hung over too, huh," Jenn asked as she sipped her own water.
"Uh, yeah," Dean said with a shrug. "To many mojitos and Johnny Walker. And a dip in a fountain, followed by what I still swear was Batman. And some guy in a Goofy suit that accosted me on the way to the monorail."
Jenn laughed and nodded, "Sounds like we had a very similar night. Mojitos, some really awesome cigars… And I am also pretty darn sure I saw Batman overhead. But that could have been the booze. Oh! And some really, really drunken texting. Can't believe the things I said! My husband actually took my phone away from me to try and keep me from calling people while drunk!"
Dean laughed aloud and said, "Yeah, well, at least you didn't get arrested—in friggin Disney world of all places. My brother will be giving me the bitch face for the next year about it."
"Well, at least you can avoid the rides this way," Jenn said with a smirk.
"So true," Dean replied. "I was against this vacation from the beginning. I'm still not sure it's not going to end bloody."
"Same here," Jenn said as she adjusted her shades, dropping her novel onto the ground.
Dean took the opening and reached for the book on the ground, looking as casually curious at it as possible. "Any good," he asked he gazed at the cover.
"Are you kidding me? This guy's a friggin genius! He's got it all in here; camaraderie, friendship, betrayal, angst, whump, and monster killing while saving people, all being done by two hot dudes that drive around the country in a classic car," Jenn said, her face wistful as she gazed at the cover of the novel.
"What is whump," Dean asked, hoping to God it wasn't some sort of incestuous bro-mance relationship term he'd have to ask Cas to remove from his brain later.
"It's…hmmm. Well, okay, for example…I write fanfiction and I write whump. Basically, you take the character and just beat the shit out of 'em. You know, mentally, emotionally, or physically," Jenn said casually with a shrug.
Dean could feel his eyes getting wide. "Wow, that sounds kinda mean," he said.
"Well, it's just fiction," Jenn said as she stared at him from behind her sunglasses. "Not hurting anyone real."
Dean nodded and pointed to her bag. "You have the whole collection," Dean asked, trying to keep the panic from his voice.
"Yep," Jenn said with a grin. "You wanna borrow one?"
"Uh-maybe later, actually," Dean said quickly. "So….your husband, he's out with the kids?"
"Yeah, I wasn't really feeling up to Animal Kingdom with this hangover," Jenn replied.
"Me neither," Dean said as he glanced around.
"You expecting someone," Jenn asked, following his gaze across the pool.
"Well…no. But I promised my brother I wouldn't get into any more trouble and the last thing I need is for your husband to find me here reading romance novels with his wife," Dean said.
Jenn burst into laughter and dropped her novel back into her bag. "Look, my husband might look like he could kick your ass from here to the Epcot ball, but he would be more likely to just talk about your car," Jenn managed to say in between laughing. "You're the guy with the Impala, right?"
"Uh, yeah," Dean said as his stomach flip flopped.
"Yeah, we were both ogling it in the parking lot earlier," Jenn said as she dug a bag a peanut M&Ms out of her bag.
Dean picked up his phone and texted Sam: Dude, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not going to molest her out here in the open! Or at all! And her name is Jenn. And she's hung over worse than me. She claims she saw Batman last night too!
Sam pulled his phone from his pocket as he tried to keep an eye on Cas, who was busy stuffing handfuls of blue cotton candy into his nearly unhinged jaw. Sam shook his head at Dean's text message and replied: Well, as least she wasn't dancing in a fountain!
Across the park, Dean scoffed at Sam's text message and replied: Yeah, I guess. And thanks for rubbing that in by the way! I've been coughing up chlorine all morning; I could die from pneumonia cause of you and your insistence on having a vacation!
As Sam bought another bag of cotton candy for Cas he texted Dean back: Yeah, right. You never get sick! We're heading back to the tree house. I'm tired and Cas is driving me nuts. How are things going with Jenn?
Dean watched as Jenn stood back and gazed upon the Impala. He could see the desire in her eyes as they roamed every inch of the car. He pulled his phone from his pocket and read Sam's text before responding: We've left the pool and are in the parking lot. She wanted to see the Impala, she's been looking for one for a while and wanted to talk shop about the engine and body work I've done to it.
Sam shook his head in disbelief and glanced across the monorail, he could see Jenn's husband and kids a few seats away. Cas leaned over to watch Sam text Dean: Seriously Dean?! You know better! And her family is on the monorail with us! Has she figured out who we are? I mean who we really are?!
Dean paled at the thought of Jenn's military issue husband finding Jenn in the parking lot-make that inside the car now-with him. He furiously texted Sam back: She's in the Impala. Her husband is going to kill me! What do I do?! Lure her out with a signed copy of the book?!
Dean watched as Jenn adjusted the mirror and settled into the comfortable seat where Sam usually sat. She ran her hand appreciatively along the interior, the look of pure lust on her face.
"So how did you get your hands on this beauty," Jenn asked from the passenger seat.
"Um-my dad gave her to me," Dean replied, instantly horrified as he realized that the Impala was full of details that could give away their identity.
"Pretty nice, last thing my dad gave me was an ass chewing," Jenn said with a slight pout on her face.
"Yeah, well, I got plenty of those too," Dean replied. He glanced worriedly around the parking lot, expecting her husband to appear at any minute.
Meanwhile, on the monorail, Sam was about to have a near panic attack. Cas had turned around and offered part of his cotton candy to one of Jenn's kids. Sam turned with a grimace and caught the man's attention. "Sorry, he has kind of an abnormal understanding of proper social interactions," Sam said as he motioned to the bag Cas was sharing with the little girl and boy.
"It's not a big deal," the man said with a smile, even though Sam could see from his body language he was far from thinking it wasn't a big deal.
"I think you and your family are in the tree house next to ours," Sam said, trying to think of a way to explain why Dean and Jenn were together at the hotel parking lot if it came to that.
"Uh, yeah I think so," the man replied, his body language continued to be tense, his head swiveling constantly as he repeatedly surveyed the other passengers. Sam watched as he tensed and jumped slightly at an overhead announcement from the monorail system.
He caught Sam looking at him and gave a small crooked smile before glancing out of the window, his hand tapping his knee nervously. Sam's attention snapped to the guy' s crew cut and he almost groaned from his own stupidity; he should have considered it before now, his body language was a giveaway and Cas' behavior was surely making him more unnerved by the second.
"How long have you been home from deployment," Sam blurted out suddenly.
The man looked at Sam, surprise etched into his face, before he ducked his head and said, "Not long enough."
Sam nodded and said, "I'm Sam. This is Cas."
"Chris," the man said as he leaned forward to shake Sam's outstretched hand.
Sam sat quietly for a second before he said, "So apparently, your wife spotted my brother's car…and they're in the parking lot looking at it." Sam waited and watched Chris' face, looking for some tiny sign that he was going to go pound Dean's face right through his own ass.
Chris looked at Sam and laughed. "That sounds like her," he said as he shook his head. "I'm guessing it's the Impala in the parking lot, right? She's been texting me about it since she managed to talk her way inside the damn thing. She's quite a smooth talker when it comes to cars. Bet he's starting to get worried about how to get her back out of the car!"
Sam chuckled and said, "Yeah, something like that."
Sam pulled his phone from his pocket and texted Dean: We're nearly back from Animal Kingdom. Apparently, Chris just got back from Afghanistan, he apparently had a rough tour.
Not to far away Dean was cringing as he read Sam's message and replied: Rough tour, as in a bad camel ride? Or bad tour as in, he's going to go all Terminator on me and you're going to have to bury me in my car kind of way?
Sam chuckled and thought of a reply. He hated to worry Dean, usually. But….Dean had been a bit of an ass about the whole Disney thing. He smirked as he texted Dean back: Think Terminator. Oh, and we're having dinner with them tonight.
Dean groaned as he read the message and glanced over at Jenn, who was staring at the trunk. "Wanna open her up? Want to see what kind of storage she's got back here."
Dean felt a cold sweat break out, what was he going to do now?
Author's Note: Okay. There! +6,000 words in this chapter alone….time for a nap….a long, long nap. Seriously though people, you gotta leave a review. This whole story started as a punk project that escalated to long distance larping via texting that went from Virginia, to Tennessee, to Disney World in Florida.
And yeah, Jenn, she exists! So does Chris! Me though, not really. Turns out I'm entirely fictional. I will cease to exist the second you stop reading or think about this. And this will NOT turn into some FanGirl drabble where Jenn ends up some Winchester dude. Nope, not gonna happen. No worries there!
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