The Heck You Say… pt 2.
(sifi's attempt at a humorous fic)
Love… Uh huh.
Dean stretched and rolled to the left, it was the first movement he'd made in nearly fourteen hours but even as his senses began to return, the knowledge that he was somehow still alive startled him. He blinked hard a few times, the dark surrounding him not making sense as he decided he could feel his synapses starting to fire again.The events of the early morning; beginning with waking in a jail cell and a kind, compassionate Sheriff, (a full on oxymoron in Dean's book), had joked with him about Twin Peaks, gave him coffee and some of the best damned cheese bread he'd ever tasted and somewhere along the way Sammy had started singing Macho Man… then there was waking up in darkness, it all might make sense somewhere eventually.
Why is it that you always wake up with cow paddy mouth when you're hung over? He stretched his legs first then in increments the whole of his body, wondering when the agony was going to set in. Wow, I must've slept it gone… cool he smiled duly impressed with his body's recuperative powers and rolled slowly onto his back noting Sammy curled up beneath a mountain of blankets in the next bed.
The room seemed to glow with a faint blue light often associated with TV static or neon lights nearby, he was honestly just about to notice it when his bladder woke up and screamed that he'd best get to the bathroom… pronto! Oh crap! gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee so bad…
It seemed to his warped sense of time that about an hour had passed when he finally finished and his eyes fell on the shower. Oh man…that's what I need…he smiled looking at the multiple settings on the head. The late hour ensuring him almost all the water pressure he could handle.
As the bathroom filled with hard pounding steamy relaxation and Dean scrubbed the cow paddy taste out of his mouth he failed to notice a faint light blue shimmer enter the room through the slight gap in the door. Nor did he notice, as he stepped into the shower, that same shimmering mist envelope him and allow itself to be breathed into his body.
As his awareness was coerced into the backseat of his mind, the thing that borrowed him ran his hands over his body and began to giggle.
In the main room Sammy slept on oblivious to the faint blue shimmer that was starting to coalesce over his bed.
Dean ran his fingers through his hair, spiking it up just a bit more and grinned into the mirror. He nodded and stepped into the main room, his eyes falling on Sammy's sleeping form.
"See ya later…" he said quietly and blew a tender kiss to his sleeping sibling before heading out into the night.
With the distinct sound of Metallicar's twin exhaust chopping into the night Sam's body rolled over, the entity inhabiting it smiled and caressed his chest while moaning happily, "Now that sounds like one seriously hot ride!" and rose frm the bed noting Dean's was empty. His body headed into the shower with a kindly snarl, "Bitch… you coulda woke me up!"
Dean looked out his eyes, into the mirror in the ladies bathroom and gave a startled bark. He found blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes staring back at him, wearing his very own cocky smile.
"What the hell! Oh man.. Wake up Dean…" he muttered splashing water on his face but it was no use. When he looked back he saw his own mouth moving and couldn't believe the words he was hearing, "You are so lucky guys don't wear make up! I'd have to re-do my face!"
"What the hell is going on here?" he groaned.
"Damnit I knew you were too strong… okay here's the deal…"
"Deal? What deal? There is no deal… get out of me…. get out of me NOW!" he demanded feeling as though he were trying to push a brick wall out of the way.
"Wait! Please…." his mouth fairly whined.
"Oh no… look I'm not above sharing my self with a woman but this is NOT how I'm used to doing it!"
"Please listen! Christa 'n me… we had a pact… I know you know about stuff like that cause of being in here tonight and last night… "
"That was YOU!"
He felt himself shrug and heard himself say in a small voice, "I love Def Leppard…"
Dean looked into the reflection once again, "So you and this… Christa are responsible for the missing time around here?"
His head nodded, "Yeah… look she'll be here soon… she likes to sleep in a bit… you and your brother are the first people that haven't completely freaked in over twenty years!"
"Oh go Figure! I mean Helloooo!" Dean sneered into his reflection.
"Okay, okay… look… like I said you're the first one that hasn't flipped completely… and after being up here for a bit I kinda get why…"
"Oh jeez…" Dean rolled his eyes, "So what do you want?"
"Well for starters it would be nice if you'd stop thinking about salting and burning… We just have to complete the pact and then we can finally rest…"
Dean grunted and shook his head, "Okay so what's this pact you've got going on here? Cause if it's something dark I'm going to find your remains…" he started to threaten.
He felt his head shake back and forth, "No… nothing dark… it's just that my sister and I have been waiting twenty years for someone like you…"
Dean smirked into the mirror, "Yeah… I get that a lot…so what's the deal?"
Sam's mouth grinned as he scanned the patrons in the bar. Christa recognized Metallicar out in the lot so knew Shauna was in here with the older brother, now all she had to do was find him/her.
A six foot something fisherman stepped out of the way to retrieve his darts and out of the corner of Sam's eye she caught sight of the familiar brown leather jacket pressed up against something in the arcade room.
Sam quickly purchased three beers and strode into the back room realizing that the older brother was making out with a very attractive brunette… woman. Wow! A girl huh? Okay… I can do that… Christa thought.
"Sammy you made it!" Dean grinned slapping his brother on the shoulder and introducing him to the evening's conquest, "Sam this is Marianne, Marianne my brother Sam…"
Sam's head nodded and smiled, "Nice to meet you…could I talk to you a minute Dean?" then led him to an empty corner of the room.
"A woman?" Christa asked curious.
"Dean started to freak out so I made a concession…"
"You made a concession for both of us?"
"I want to rest Christa! This is the first real chance we've had in over twenty years! I'm tired of people freaking out or shutting down just because we had a pact we couldn't complete!"
"And who's fault is that? You were the one driving! You were the one doing the shots and stripping! You were the one…"
"I know! I know…" Dean's body said as if they'd had this argument a thousand times.
"… that ran us off of freakin' Briar's Cliff!"
"I know… now do we wanna do this or do we wanna just let go of these boys and keep haunting the town? This one's willing to help… just with a girl which… hello… makes a whole world of sense given that he's a guy y'know?"
"I think this one could sleep through a hurricane."
"Yeah well this one's a freakin' horn dog… and he's thinking this is pretty much the easiest gig they're ever going to have."
Sam's head shook and Christa sighed, "Sure you get the horn dog and I get the repressed one… even dead I got crap luck…"
"Hey early to bed, early to rise gets first choice…" Dean's mouth snarked and led Sam's body back to Marianne who'd been joined by her friend Beth.
A few hours later while Christa and Beth were dancing, Sammy's physical limitations with respect to alcohol became apparent. While trying hard to keep Beth on her feet after a hellacious spin, Christa tripped over his feet and ran him straight into Dean who was quietly lost in a liplock of apparently epic proportions.
"Dude… have another beer why don'tcha," Shauna purred languidly with Dean's voice.
"Aw shut up…" Sammy's voice slurred and Dean's eyes narrowed as his fingers slid into Sam's hair, grasping a handful and pulling his body across the room with an apologetic glance to the ladies, "Excuse us a moment won't you?" Dean grinned yanking Sam along with him.
"Ow! Hey Leggo!... You're messing up my hair!" Christa leaned in and grabbed a handful of Dean's hair in return.
"Damnit Chris! You know how much gel I had to put in there to get it like this! There's nothing to work with!... leggo!" Dean's voice tried not to squeal as his body batted Sam's hand away only to have that hand come back and slap Dean's hand away too.
Back at the pinball machine Beth and Marianne stared disbelieving at two of the best looking drifters they'd ever seen getting into a slap fight.
"Eee leggo my hair…" Beth mocked with a curious and bemused smile on her face.
"Jerk," Marianne slapped her jokingly on the arm.
"Bitch," Beth retorted with a little shove at the shoulder.
"Slut," Marianne raised her mug in toast.
"Y'know if they weren't such women they might be worth trying to keep around for a few more days."
"Chris! You're making us look bad!" Dean's voice whispered as a change came over Sammy's features. I think Sammy's awake…he thought toward Shauna.
"It's not my fault… this one's got this whole… woo-ing thing…"
"Woo… as in like…"
"Woo! Caring, emotion, attachment… seduction… not frivolity do you get it?" she hissed back, "…and I think he's attracted to her!"
"Well that's gonna help in the long run…" Dean retorted along with Shauna, "Look, Chris let me talk to him…"
"Dean?" she asked.
"I told you he was repressed…"
"I'm NOT repressed! Would you stop saying that!" Sammy burst through and looked into his brothers' eyes.
"Sam… look at me… this is me here alright?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded, "Yeah Dean I know but…" he started and read the look he'd seen a thousand times before, the look that told him they were going to Manitoc Wisconsin rather than chasing dad, the look that told him they were going to get rid of every evil thing they could until the time was right to go after Big Bad again… The look that said point blank, 'no way you win this one,' and Sam gave him the look Dean knew equally well. The one that said, 'You win."
At the pinball machine Marianne elbowed Beth and nodded knowingly, "Told ya we were gonna get lucky tonight," Marianne grinned as the boys returned to them, wrapped their arms around their waists, Dean's body asking,
"You ready to go?"
The girls met eyes and nodded grinning, "We thought you'd never ask."
In the morning Sam walked into the second room they'd rented for the evening and smiled awkwardly at Marianne who was just putting her shoes on.
"Morning… Beth's waiting for you out front…" he nodded handing Dean a cup of coffee.
"Nice night?" she asked and smiled as he nodded.
"Yeah… very… you?"
"Next time you guys are in town give us a call…" she suggested motioning to the pad of paper on the nightstand that she'd written her number on.
"Will do…" Dean grinned sitting up with the sheet around his waist and placating her with one last kiss before she left the two brothers in the room.
At the window Sam watched them pull away and sighed his relief deep.
"When did Shauna leave you?" he asked.
Dean shook his head grinning hugely as he sipped his coffee and headed for the bathroom to take a shower, "I don't know… I don't care… she's gone… the pact has been completed and the girls can rest in peace…gotta say it was an interesting experience though... very interesting..."
As they stowed their gear in the car Dean caught sight of Sam crumpling up the phone number Marianne had left.
"Dude!" he protested.
Sam looked at him pointedly, "We're never coming back here Dean…you know it as well as I do."
Dean wasn't going to argue.
He was just pulling out onto the road when a thought occurred to him and he looked at Sam out of the corner of his eye, "Dude… the pact is completed isn't it?..." he waited, "Sam?... Sammy?..." but his little brother smirked, scooched down in the passenger seat and closed his eyes letting the orchestral strains of BOC fill his head as Metallicar spit out the miles behind them.
Okay I know it sucks out loud but at least it's done.
Thanks for indulging me. As always please R&R… unless it's bad cause I know it's bad… I know comedy ain't my schtick… The Universe has Spoken!