Chapter Two: The Return Of Brandey
"Dean! I went to Lindsay's house and Brandey's out of jail! And she tried to get me to kiss her!" Sam tells Dean, back at the apartment.
Dean starts to laugh. "Yeah right, Sam. Brandey can't be out of jail. She's-" the doorbell rang. "Ah! Here!" Sam cries out. He screams all the way to his bedroom, slamming and locking the door.
Dean just huffs and rolls his eyes. But when he opens the door to Brandey smiling, he yelps out. "Dean! It's been so long!" she smiles. "It's only been a couple of days..." he says. "What are you doing out of prison?" "My charges got dropped. Isn't that great?" she smiles. "Um yeah. What are you doing here, exactly?" "Do you have any idea where your brother is?" she smiles. "Tell her I'm not here!" Sam calls out from his room, Brandey clearly being able to hear him. She frowns. "Ummm...he's not here..." Dean awkwardly tells her. "Why do you want to see him, exactly?" "Oh, no reason" she smiles, before taking a stick of lip balm out of nowhere and putting it on. Dean eyes her suspiciously. "Brandey, are you here to...kiss my brother? Because that's what he told me you were trying to get him to do" Dean says. "Nonsense!" Brandey smiles, bringing the lip balm tube down. "I came here to...to...show you my new lip balm...! Do you like it?" "It's fantabulous!" Dean smiles. "Wanna kiss me with it??"
"I'd rather kiss your brother."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing. Now where's your brother, again?"
"Brandey, I'm getting suspicious. Leave."
"I don't think I will, Dean" she says, glaring at him.
"Want me to call the cops on you so you can go to prison again?" Dean threatens. Brandey groans in frustration. "Ugh. Fine. You win this time, Dean. But be warned; I can sneak up on you anytime-like a crocodile-!" But Dean slams the door in her face.
"Sam! You can come out now!" Dean calls out to him. "Oh thank God" Sam says, rushing out and over to Dean. "She really wants to kiss you. But why?" Dean asks, puzzled. "Well, the only reason I can think of why she wants to kiss me is to A-scar me, B-break me and Lindsay apart, or C-break me and Lindsay apart AND scar me" Sam says. "Well don't worry, Sam. She won't kiss you. Not on my watch" Dean says, standing up straight. "I hope so-" Sam says nervously when "So what do you want for dinner?" Dean interrupts in a smile.
"Owe! My precious teeth!" Sam cries out, later at the dinner table as he bites into a cob of corn. "What's wrong?" Dean asks as he sits across from him. "My teeth hurt!" Sam whines. "Well when's the last time you've been to the dentist?" Dean asks. "Oh, you know like six months ago-never, Dean. I've never been to the dentist ever! Dad's too busy obsessing over the Topanga demon to schedule us appointments!" "Relax. I'll make you an appointment" Dean says. "Well do you know how to?" Sam asks. "No, no I do not..."
After Dean found out how to make Sam a dentist appointment and did so, Sam got a call from Lindsay. "Hey Linds' what's up?" he answers in a smile. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for how my mom acted towards you today. But don't worry. She's all medicated now." "Oh no it's fine! She's probably a really nice woman when she's not so...bipolar..." "She is. But what's up?" she asks. "Not much. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be missing the first part of school tomorrow because I have a dentist appointment" Sam tells her. "Oh, okay. I hope it works out. Oh and speaking of which, guess what! Brandey got a job!"
"Um, where, exactly?"
"Sam, here's your dentist: Ms. Brandey" a random staff member tells him the next day at noon as he sits in the chair of the room. Brandey gasps. "Sam! My n****!" she smiles again. "B-but I thought I had dentist Lemasters!" Sam stutters, scared. "Well dentist Lemasters got into a terrible accident of some sort. So your dentist is dentist Brandey. Goodbye." And with that she walks out of the room, shutting the door. The only thing you can now hear is the clock ticking on the wall. "Don't you need to go to dental school to become a dentist...?" Sam nervously asks her. "Not the way I take care of it" she says in a dark tone, making Sam flinch. "You mean like how you took care of Lemasters?" he suspiciously asks. "Sure. Let's go with that" Brandey says, before taking out a bunch of belts. "Now let's strap you down." And before Sam can do anything, he's strapped down to the chair with a bunch of belts, struggling to break free. Brandey rubs her hands together, smiling. She takes out a giant wrench. "Now open wide." "No!" Sam screams, frowning. "DO AS I SAY OR I WILL PULL ALL OF YOUR TEETH OUT!" Brandey threatens. "You're crazy!" Sam screams. "Sam, relax. Now lemme just knock you out-" Sam yelps out. Brandey doesn't speak for a moment. "With sedation gas" she finishes
