Two Worlds Combine

Chapter 2

DEANNA'S POV

We arrived at the motel in Atlanta around 9:45 am. When I drove up to the parking lot to see the Impala there, I was ecstatic. I turned off the engine to the camaro and hopped out. I ran to my baby and rubbed the hood. "Don't you worry, I'll never cheat on you again." Sam looked at me funny, "Girl, you do realize that it's a car. It's not a real person." I glared at her, she knows how much I love this car.

I looked up after a few minutes to see Sam with a stupid look on her face. "What is it Worf?" I said. I wanted to know what was bothering her. She stiffened a bit, "Ignoring the Star Trek reference. Didn't we leave the Impala at the warehouse? Who drove it back here?" she said. I thought about for a minute and she had a point. I looked at her, "Why do you have to ruin everything with logic?" She rolled her eyes at me. All of a sudden the door to our motel opened and two men walked out. Why are they in our motel room? They came out holding a few duffel bags and hadn't noticed us yet.

"Sammy, what are you talking about the remake was better than the original? That's crap, the original was ten times better. Everyone knows that." the shorter one said. The other one, who was apparently called Sammy, rolled his eyes at the other guy. "Dean, the original was complete crap. The fact that you don't think so, concerns me."

They made eye contact with Sammi and I. I was still sitting on the hood of the Impala and that seemed to annoy this Dean guy. He glared at me, "Uh... what are you doing on my car?" Oh, that pissed me off. Baby is no one else's car but mine. I glared back at him, I'm sure he could see the flames in my eyes. "Your car? Excuse you, this is my car."

"Listen Barbie, I don't know if you missed your daily dose of Cocoa Puffs or what, but uh, that's my car." I was about to say something back, but Sam interrupted me. It pissed me off when she did that to me. "Ignore my sister. You two look familiar, what's your names?" The tall one, Sam, did the same thing to Dean as Samantha did to me.

"My name's Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean." he said. It clicked with us at the exact moment. We were staring at the guy versions of us. It explained a lot. "That's really funny because, my name's Deanna Winchester and this is my sister, Samantha." I said. I thought back and for us, this wasn't all that weird. We were used to it by now.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, confused. Dean looked at me, "You're what?" I just wanted to rip the band-aid off, so I did. "We're you, just with tits." I got a big smirk on my face as I said it. Their reactions were priceless. They stood there in shock for a few seconds. "I could really use a drink," I thought to myself. Just as I finished the thought Dean said, "Well, I could use a drink... or ten. Anyone else?" he looked at me. I raised my hand and walked to the driver's side before I was interrupted.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what do you think you're doing?" Dean said. He was really getting on my nerves. "What does it look like? I'm driving." I looked up to see his face and knew what he was going to say. "The hell you are. No one drives my car but me." I smiled at him, "Well, then it's a good thing I'm you." I pushed him out of the way and got into the driver's seat.

"Sonofabitch." he said. He rambled to himself as he got into the passenger seat. Samantha bent over and looked in the window, "You two do realize it's 10:30 in the morning, right? You should stay here and help us figure this out." We rolled our eyes and Sam bent over as well, "Dean, I agree with her."

Dean just rolled his eyes again, "No shit Sammy, she's you. Just with boobs and better hair. Me and myself are going to get a drink, you two stay here and do what you do best." He looked at me, "Let's go." I started the engine and backed out of the parking lot. We drove for a few minutes until we found the first bar. The name was a bit cheesy, I mean c'mon. Da Bomb's Sports Bar? Seriously?

We walked in, there wasn't a lot of people there because of the time. Dean ordered us two beers and ten shots. I learned that alcohol took the sting away from the Mark and I needed some right now. Sam and Dean took out the vamp nest last night so Dean was good, the Mark wise.

I decided to break the silence. I took a shot, "Have you told Sam?" He looked at me and I could tell he felt regret. "No, I haven't. He definitely notices something isn't right. What about you, you told your sister?" I took another shot, it was starting to help. "Nope. Looks like we are the same person."

Dean took a big drink from his beer and then grabbed a shot. Looks like he was feeling the sting too. He looked at me after he downed it, "Has it been getting harder for you too?" I took a big swig of my beer. I hated this topic. "You mean to not kill everything that even moves? Yeah, it has. Crowley hasn't been much help either. He's just being a bag of dicks, as usual."

Dean smirked at me, "Yeah, well that's Crowley for you." I looked next to Dean to see Crowley sitting there. I rolled my eyes and took two more shots. Dean looked beside him and then did the same. "Two Knights of Hell walk into a bar, and blah blah blah. Are you two gossiping about little old me?" he said. Just the sound of his voice made me want to bash my brains in. He annoyed me more than any other thing on this planet.

"What the hell do you want, Crowley?" Dean said. He looked as annoyed as me. Crowley looked at me, "Well I heard that you now had a female understudy. I just couldn't resist." He had only been here 3 minutes and I was already done with him. "Why don't you just drop dead." I said.

That only made Crowley look intrigued. "She feisty, I like it. Is it a bad thing that it's working for me?" That made me puke a little in my mouth and I took the last shot. "Okay, I am officially creeped out. I'm going to get some more drinks." Dean said as he looked at Crowley, "You want anything?" Dean got up from the stool. "Why yes, a scotch would-" Dean walked away and yelled back at Crowley, "Bite me."

Unfortunately he left me alone with Crowley. "So, how's being a demon been going? Been the same cake walk as Dean's?" he said. That was the last straw. I flashed my eyes and they were black. "Crowley, don't you have Hell you should be working on? Ya know, since your little trip to rehab." I flashed my eyes back to normal. Crowley almost looked offended. "Low blow little fish, low blow."

Dean came back not long after with two more beers and another ten shots. He set the drinks down on the table and looked at Crowley. "Why are you here Crowley?" Dean sat down and started on his new beer. "Would you believe it if I told you I actually care about you and I came here to check to see how you were doing?" We weren't amused with Crowley's sarcasm. "Not even for a god damn second." I said.

Crowley looked defeated, "Fine, you caught me. I need Dean here to use that little First Blade of his to run an errand for me." Dean looked at him, amused. "Why would you need my help?" Dean grabs a shot and drinks it. "I need you to kill a demon. I've been a tad busy of late and I just don't have the time I used to for my hobbies." Crowley said. Dean looked at me, then back at Crowley. "What makes this demon so important that you'd ask for my help? Don't get me wrong, I'd love to kill some black eyes to remind myself I'm not one."

We both glared at Crowley for an answer. "He allowed some souls to escape Hell. No big deal, the souls are already back in the pit. You see though, I don't tolerate incompetence. I figure I'd be doing you a favor by bringing this to your attention. The Mark stinging yet?" Dean looked at me and I knew he would do it. The Mark wouldn't let him say no. "Where's the damn demon, Crowley?" he said.

"Now there's the Dean I know and love. He's a couple blocks from here. Have fun." Crowley said. After he finished, he was gone. I looked at Dean, I didn't like him doing Crowley's work. "You really gonna do it?" He seemed to ignore me and drank four more shots. "You know how it feels when the Mark doesn't get what it wants. How about this? I go take care of Mr. Folsom Prison Blues and you go back to the motel and check on Sam... and Sam. We're leaving today anyways and going back to the bunker." he said.

I didn't like it, but I couldn't stop it. "Fine. Just whatever you do, don't lose control." I finished my beer and the rest of the shots and left Dean still sitting there. I didn't want to know what he would do.