Live Free Or Twi-Hard

"Hey, there you are." Dean pushed off of the car, moving toward me. "Where'd you run off to this morning?" He asked, hands on my hips as he leaned in. "I thought we were gonna spend some time, just you and me."

I circled my arms around his shoulders. "Just had some errands to run."

"Hmm, like what?" Dean asked, placing his lips against mine.

"Stoooop." Evie said. 

"Gross." Wyatt remarked. 

I laughed a little. "Just had a few things to do. Nothing to worry about."

Dean hummed, leaning in for another kiss. 

"I'll make it up to you later, promise." I whispered as his hands brushed up my sides as his lips over my jaw. 

"Can't wait." Dean said, moving to lean against the car. 

"Hey. What are you so stoked about?" Sam asked as he moved toward us.

"What? Nothing. What do you got?" Dean asked, hand on my waist. 

"Six girls in seven days, which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year." Sam explained, handing Dean the stack of missing persons reports. "All about the same age and--"

"Cute." Dean filled in.

I rolled my eyes. "And way too young for you."

"Some said that about you for a while." 

Sam scoffed.

"Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavors, Sammy." Dean continued. 

"We're getting ice cream?" Evie asked.

"Yes!" Robbie exclaimed. 

"Shut up." I smacked his arm.

"Yes, ma'am." Dean replied, winking at me.

"Sure. Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. It sounds like a profile." Sam said. "I wonder what else they got in common."

"Well, six different directions to go here." Dean shrugged. "Pick a number."

"Seven." Sam chose. "Another call just came in today."

_____

"Kristen's a good kid." The latest missing girls dad stated as we stood in his living room. "A little naive, sure. You try and be a good parent. Girls are hard."

"My dad said the same thing." I mumbled. 

"We'd just like to find your daughter." Sam told him.

"Last door on the left." He told us.

"Thanks." Dean set a hand on my waist as we walked up the stairs. "What do you think he was talking about?"

"Drugs?" Sam suggested.

Millie and I laughed. "Oh, they are clueless." Millie sighed. 

"I can't wait until our daughters are teenagers. You'll have fun." I patted Dean's chest. "The boys, the obsessions, the mood swings."

"First of all, no boys. Second of all, hush." Dean told me.

"Yeah, my dad said that too. Then one started sneaking in through the window." I gave him a look.

I pushed the door open, flicking on the lights. The room was painted a dark red color, posters for vampire movies and books on the wall. Different gothic themed things scattered about the room.

"Oh, it is so much worse." Dean said.

"Welcome to a teenage girl's brain." Millie told him.

"Vampires?" Sam asked as he shut the door. 

"No, these aren't vampires, man. These..." Dean spotted the cardboard cutout on the back of the door. "These are douchebags. Wow."

"This--this is not happening." Dean gestured around the room. "Nope. I refuse."

"We'll just have to wait and see what Rory and Evie pick to obsess over when they're teenagers." I shrugged. 

Dean took Rory from my arms. "You're working against me already, aren't you?"

I smiled. "No."

"Ah-ha." Sam picked the laptop up from the bed where he found it under the pillow. "Let's see what we ca see." He moved to the desk. He opened it only to be greeted by the sound of screaming and the face of a pale, gold-eyed man. "That's just uncomfortable."

"What is he so bummed out about?" Dean asked. He picked up a book that sat on the desk. On the cover was a girl sleeping and a vampire standing over her. "Look at this. He's watching her sleep. How is that not rapey?"

"I gotta concentrate here, Dean." Sam said, trying to figure out the password.

Dean flipped the book open, wandering around the room. "'He could hear the blood rushing inside her, almost taste it. He tried desperately to control himself. Romero knew their love was impossible.' Romero? Really?"

"Yeah, some of the romance books pick really weird names. Personally, I find it to be a turn-off. Like, why?" I rambled. 

"Dean, shut up." Sam said.

"No, continue. I'm invested now." Millie said.

"Me too." I agreed.

"Read, Daddy." Evie tugged at his sleeve.

"No, I messed up. Don't listen to me. This--this is stupid." Dean waved the book around. "How--This is a national bestseller. How is that possible?" He tossed it onto the bed. "Hey, try, uh, 'Lautner.'" Dean suggested. 

"Wait, he's a werewolf." Sam said. "How do you even know who that is?"

"How do you? And you know he's a werewolf?" Millie asked. "Sometimes I get why people assume the two of you are gay."

"What? Are you kidding me? That kid's everywhere." Dean told Sam. "It's a freaking nightmare."

"This is...possibly the weirdest thing ever." I said.

"Hey, how many t's are there in pattins--" Sam began. "That's it. We're in. Ha."

"Well?" Dean moved to look over Sam's shoulder.

"Well, her inbox is full from some guy claiming to be a vampire." Sam explained.

"Gross." Wyatt muttered, tossing a pillow that had a case with a vampire and a girl in one another's arms on it.

"A real vampire?" Dean asked.

"Probably not." I shrugged, bouncing Eli in my arms. 

"Well...'I can only meet you at night. I don't trust myself with you. The call of your blood is too strong.'" Sam reads.

"Red flags everywhere." I sighed.

"Yeah, if a guy says he doesn't trust himself with you say goodbye. Run in the opposite direction, screaming." Millie added.

"Vampires phishing for victims?" Sam suggested. 

"Or just a human mouthbreather, right?" Dean asked. 

"On the other hand, talk about easy prey."

"For actual vamps?"

"Yeah. These chicks throw themselves at you. All you gotta do is...I don't know, write bad poetry." Sam stated. 'Well, this guy wanted to meet her at a place called The Black Rose."

"Give me a break." Dean complained.

"Just reporting the news." Sam shrugged. 

"This is probably just your standard issue perv, right?"

_____

I slipped into bed later that day clad in a t-shirt of Dean's and underwear. We had some downtime before having to hit up the bar where chicks were going missing. So nap time it was. Dean was already in bed, lying on his stomach, hands under the pillow. I pulled the covers over me, rolling onto my side, back facing him. 

About two minutes passed before Dean was invading my space. At first, he just shifted closer, chest pressed against my back as he slung an arm over me. Then he slipped his other arm under my side, curving it around my waist and sliding it up my stomach until his hand reached my breast. 

"Really?" I asked quietly.

"Shh, I'm sleeping." Dean whispered back as he ducked his other hand under the blanket, tracing down my stomach, moving further until it was between my legs, cupping me. 

"This isn't sleeping." I pointed out, shifting slightly which created some friction. Both a good and bad thing.

"You're the one who's grinding on my hand." Dean placed a kiss to my shoulder. "You're the instigator, Si."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as he gave my boob a squeeze. "Oh, yeah, I'm the instigator."

"Glad you agree."

"Mm-hm."

____

"Well, you wanted emo chicks, I think we hit ground zero." Dean stated as we sat at the bar. He was right. Every woman in her was clad in dark clothes, mascara for days, and piercings. I mean, not all of them, but most.

A waitress--who wore all leather--set three beers before us. She walked off. 

"You think she wears all that rubber to the beach?" Dean asked, making me smack his arm. 

"Hush." I said.

"Uh-huh." Dean hummed, eyes moving over me for the millionth time as if he hadn't seen what I was wearing before, as if he hadn't seen me naked early today. "Whatever you say."

"Don't be a dork." I smoothed down the red dress I wore, hands moving over my hips to the end of the dress at mid thigh.

An excuse to dress up was an excuse to dress up. Plus, I figured at one point or another I'd have to get the attention of said vampire, so...

"When was the last time we had a beer together anyway?" He asked Sam.

"Over there." Sam nodded to a guy in a unbuttoned black shirt, a choker and a pendant hanging around his neck. He leaned in close to a girl, speaking in a low tone. "What do you think? He's hitting on her hard enough. Real?"

"It's hard to tell." Dean shrugged. "And we got multiple choice." He nodded to another two guys who were hanging out with a girl, doing shots.

"No. None of them." I stated. On occasion, I could smell the monster blood, radiating off of them. I didn't get anything from them. Though there was so much going on in here, I could be wrong. Plus, I wasn't craving it, so that lessened the senses for it.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"Just instinct."

Just then another guy walked up to one of the guys doing shots with the girl. He turned, greeting the new man with a passionate kiss.

"Not him." I said. 

"One's on the move." Sam stated.

"Alright, you got with Efron, I got Bieber." Dean replied as the other guy began to walk away.

"I'll go around back, cut him off." I said, turning as Sam walked in the opposite direction.

"Hey, hot stuff, come here." Dean pulled me back to his, gently grabbing my jaw and pulling me in for a kiss. "Be careful, okay?"

"You got it, Chisel Chest." I smiled.

_____

I walked down the street. Dean hadn't met me where he was supposed to. There was also no vamp. I pulled the leather jacket I wore tighter around me, raising the phone to my ear again. 

It rang and rang and rang. 

Then voicemail.

"This is Dean other cell, leave a message...Si, if it's you, leave a dirty one. Love you, baby." 

I rolled my eyes at the recording.

"Answer your phone, Winchester." I said. "Call me back already."

I snapped the phone shut, shoving it into my pocket as I made my way back to the motel. 

"Where are you?" I asked.