What Can We Say, We're Classy Girls

Aoife drove her jeep this time, instead of Sam. Which meant Castiel was riding shotgun like a puppy with her. Sam and Dean in the Impala and Riley in her mustang...alone...with her stereo. Which was probably NOT the greatest thing in the world. For some reason, all the country songs were about love. Sure, a lot of country songs are about love, but there's also truck, country, hot boys/girls, mama, sweet tea and funny songs too; Not this morning though. Nope! Every song that played was a ballad of true love, lost love, forbidden love, or—Riley's favorite—secret love.
If it wasn't for the fact that Riley MOST DEFINITELY NOT IN LOVE, she'd think the radio was trying to tell her something. After the fifth Blake Shelton song, she finally got desperate enough to resort to her iPod, the mixed list. The list that was made by Aoife and was bipolar as hell, which explained a lot.
"When I think about you/I think about–"
"Hello," Riley didn't bother to turn down her music when she answered the phone.
"What is that noise?" Dean sounded disgusted and Riley wanted to punch his balls.
"That NOISE is Seth MacFarlane singing The Way You Look Tonight, wait, now it's Big Balls by ACDC."
"Now THAT'S music."
"Suck a dick, Winchester. What do you want?"
"Only if it's yours, Blondie, and we're gunna stop for gas at the gas station coming up." He hung up and Riley stuck her tongue out at the cellphone. Dean thinks he's some big shot because he's got a nice car and pretty eyes...and smile, lips, voice, body and LIGHTMEN! Her mental voice verbally bitch slapped her. If it weren't for the lack of a sting, Riley would rub her cheek.
"Stupid Winchester..."

She parked the 'stang next to Aoife's jeep and felt a wave of deja'vu hit her like a ton of bricks. For so long it was just Aoife and Riley. A third car never pulled up next to them, and an Angel never opened the jeep's driver side door for Aoife.
"I need food. Wow, that sounded WAY too Riley." Aoife gave Riley a strained smile at her own joke. Riley wrapped her arm over her sister's shoulder and gave a little laugh, walking by Dean as he pumped gas into Baby. She didn't look at him but smiled and waved at Sam. The moose waved back and followed them into the gas station. The girls veered toward the candy isle, Castiel walking with them as Sam started toward the drinks.
"Hey, Jolly Green Giant!" Sam turned to Riley, "I want a Dr. Pepper." He rolled his eyes but grabbed one from the fridge any way.
"How are you holding up?" Aoife sidled up to Riley and looked up at her soul sister. Riley gave a feeble laugh, grabbed two packs of Twizzlers and Stride before answering her best friend.
"I'm fine. The, more, important question is: How are you?" Aoife didn't answer her. Which, really, was answer enough for Riley. She touched her sister's arm and did something she hadn't done since they were kids. Telepathy.
*Ef, be honest* Aoife's brown orbs caught Riley's and she sent back: *I could say the same to you.* Guilt riddled Riley to her very core as she dropped her hand from the petite woman. Aoife turned a smile on her Angel boy just as he stopped fondling the jerky.
"Do you eat?" She asked. Cas gave her a stony eyed look but shook his dark head.
"Angels do not require sustenance from food...what is this?" Riley walked away while Aoife explained the fundamentals of Beef Jerky.
Guilt and anger surged through her as she made her way to the cashier.
She has a point, The voice was back again. Riley mentally sneered at it before placing all of her items on the counter. She knew Aoife had a point to everything. That's why she was the good one, the smart one. Aoife made the points and Riley enforced them. That's how it's always been between the two of them, nothing would change that. Exactly, so wipe that pissed off mood away and put on you big girl panties; Riley blinked at how loud the voice sounded. Shaking her head, she looked at the kid checking out her items. He gave her a frown before saying she owed $10.80.
"Thanks," Riley gave him the money then headed out outside, only to crash into a wall of muscle and leather. Cursing loudly, Riley made sure her lunch was okay before looking up at the REALLY HOT WALL.

Well the wall was actually a man with really pretty silver eyes. His jet black hair was short but tousled to perfect waves. Riley watched as his sculpted lips formed a word she couldn't hear. He had perfect masculine features, from the long black lashes to the chiseled square jaw, and those lips... Damn were they hot, and they kept repeating something.
"Ma'am?" Even his voice was as hot as fire, "Ma'am?" Riley felt something bitch slap her brain into focus. With a very, very deep breath, the witch managed to say her name.
"Riley."
"Emner, are you okay? I didn't see you come out of the station." His voice was extremely deep, almost giving Cas a run for his money. The biggest difference was the Wall's was like a splash of water on a sweating hot day. It made Riley shiver as she felt it rumble through his body.
"Maybe because ya haven't stepped back, smart one." Riley looked at herself and nearly stopped breathing. Emner and Riley were almost chest to chest, and da-yum, Emner had a very fine, chiseled chest, reminding Riley of Joe Mangeniello from True Blood—which made her flush...everywhere. Taking a reluctant step backwards, Riley shook her head and help up her gas station bag, "The product is fine, all is good."
"The product sure is fine," Riley watched as his eyes traveled over her and Riley couldn't help but smile.
"Damn straight the product is fine~" That was the greatest thing the voice said all day.
"Thanks for your concern," She let her eyes travel him the same way his did her, and she was well satisfied with what she saw. "I'm just glad you didn't have anything for me to damage, Emner." She let her voice drop on his name and watched as he smiled, showing off two dimples to die for.
"Small thing like you? Honey, you couldn't damage a fly." He was flirting and making fun of her and Riley liked it. Letting some of her magic flow, she touched his arm and let a small current flow. It was a witch's way of showing someone they were, for lack of a better word, electrifying. To a normal human, it was just like a touch that felt warmth then normal.
"I'm bigger than I look," Riley smirked.

Emner let his deep voice drop, "So am I." Oh golly, Emner lifted his hand and was about to touch Riley's own, when someone grabbed her around the waist and yanked her away from the wall of sexy. Riley yelled in protest and wasn't surprised to see it was Dean that had pulled her away. His eyes were glued on Emner and a scowl was on his lips. The hunter looked venomous and it made Riley roll her eyes, but have to hide her smile as a giddy feeling rushed over her.
Yes, yes. Dean's jealous, what's new? The voice was yearning to talk to Emner again, as was Riley. Dean's hand was tight on Riley's hip, and it sent a pulse through her.
"Come on," Dean pulled Riley in the direction of the cars, and the witch refused.
"Dean, you're being rude." The hunter pulled his eyes off of Emner and stabbed them into Riley.
"Let's go." His voice was hard and strained, almost like he was keeping himself from going off on Emner. Riley cocked her head to the side and watched the vein in his forehead throb.
"Let go." Riley pulled Dean's hand away and backed towards Emner. Dean's eyes flashed and the white/blonde haired woman could see the anger in his eyes.
"Riley, we have to go," again with the angry controlled voice. His eyes were on her throat then to Emner, and she could feel the pure jealousy inside him. Could feel it ripple through his body and stir in his heart.
"Look man, I didn't mean to flirt with your girl–"
"I'm not his girl-"
"She's not my girl–" Emner watched as Riley and Dean both glared at each other. His eyebrows were in his hairline and he couldn't help but smile.
"Then, not his girl, I'm going to give you my number." Both pair, one deep blue and the other hazel green, shot up to look at the tall, silver eyed man. He already held a small card out so Riley could grab it.
'Emner Gaines, eye for the magic.' The card read in big bold letters, the number on the bottom. A tingle came off the card and Riley stared in shock at it.
"My cell is the number on the back," He whispered in her ear before he, finally, walked into the station. Riley was still taken aback as she pocketed the card. She looked at Dean and forced a smirk at his pissed off expression.
"You think you're hot stuff." Dean remarked.
"Nope." Riley walked around him and stopped. Her hand on his shoulder, she leaned into his ear and smiled, "I'm just hot."

————Six hours of MOTHAFUCKEN DRIVEN LATER————

The sign saying, "You have now entered Shelbyville, Tennessee," proved to Riley and Aoife that this was happening. They were here to find Sydney and get rid of this aggravating creature.
"At least you get to see Gramma and Joe," Riley nearly peed herself. The voice now came from a body. Her body.
Just short of transparent and in a billowy white dress, in her passenger seat. She didn't comment or let the fact that her voice had a body, in a dress, get to her. Going back to Shelbyville was torture enough, yet alone admitting she was as fucked as Aoife was. Her phone buzzed in her lap. Picking it up, she was happy to note that it was Aoife.
"Ello, sexy beast."
"Riley?"
"Oh…hi Cas." Her face was beat red. He heard something being yelled in the background.
Cas hesitated on his end before saying, "Aoife would like you to know that it alright to call me a sexy beast, for that is what I am." Riley's face was redder than her 'Stang.
"Cas, you called for a reason…" Yes, anything to change the subject.
Angel boy is sexilicious; Riley ignored the voice.
"Aoife wanted to know if–" There was a muffled, "gimme," then her sister's voice pierced her ears.
"Let's go to Gramma and Leo's, then we can go to Willow Mount…" Riley almost choked on her own tongue. Did her sister really think she was ready for that? It's been seven years, seven long, painful years since they've been there.
"Ef, are you–"
"I made up my mind about four hours ago." She sounded determined.
"Ef–"
"We're going, Riley." with that, the younger witch ended the call. Deep blue glared at the cell phone before throwing it into the passenger seat.

They drove past the Dairy Queen, where Riley and Aoife ganked their first werewolf. When they reached the Duck River Bridge, Riley had flashes of times her and Aoife would meet half way when going to each other's houses. Riley almost slowed to a stop when they neared Never Rest park; so many mornings spent there as a really little girl with her mom and dad. It was where she learned to ride a bike and where he broke her arm for the first time. She kept driving through, straight on to Wheel, a small (very small) town just off of Shelbyville where Gramma and Joe reside.
It only took a good six minutes for the group to come in sights of large ranch home. A two story (not including the basement) blue house, with a wrap around porch and a barn in the back. It had a very well kept front yard, flower beds covering the foundation of the house. The back was at least two acres of well kept land, apple trees lining the perimeter.

"Is that what I think it is?" Dean immediately announced when they all got out of their vehicles. Everyone looked at him, while Dean looked at the barn. No one had a chance to respond before Dean, very manly like, pranced over to the blood red building. He stopped just beside a red and black, 1979 Harley Davidson chopper, his hands roamed the handles and his eyes went all dreamy.
"This has to be the sexiest bike I've ever seen. I'd never cheat on Baby, but the temptation is so strong."
Uh...da faq? The voice stood behind him, and Riley pretended not to notice her raising an eyebrow at Dean. Sam walked up to his brother and examined the motorcycle himself.
"Your Uncle has good taste, Riley." Sam pointed out.
Riley snorted, "It's not my Uncle's." Both brothers looked at the witch, their heads tilted to the side and their eyes wide, "It's mine." It was like the boys just woke up and noticed Riley. Almost like a baby realizes if it screams it gets attention. The brother's started asking questions that Riley didn't want to answer.
"Aoife has a bike too." She pointed to the jet black FXDS Harley convertible. When the boys turned on that, dragging Cas with them, Riley and Aoife escaped into the house.
"I wonder what they'll do when they realize we haven't driven them in seven years," Aoife inquired silently. Riley laughed stepping onto the back porch and feeling a rush of protective magic wash over her. Gramma and Joe kept the wards strong, just like Riley asked them to. She saw Aoife pause beside her, and she knew that she felt it too. They gave each other a look that could only called home sick.
With a heart full of knots, Riley opened the door and stepped inside. The house smelled like corn bread and kitchen, at least, that's what Riley smelled. Stepping further into the back room, the room where she and Aoife practiced meditation projection. Riley stepped toward the wall nearest the door and smiled. Their was a soft ball sized dent from when she lost control and accidently made a flower pot slam against the wall. She ran a hand over it and grinned at the memory.

"Come on," Aoife called. Riley looked up to see her sister already standing in the doorway. The tallest soul sister followed the shortest out of the room and into the hallway, which was painted with splashes of colors. Riley and Aoife did it their eighth grade year when Gramma, Joe and Riley first moved in.
"Glad to know they didn't change it," She said quickly, "JOE! GRAMMA!" She yelled. No response. The two witches looked at each other and shrugged. Neither felt trouble in the air and there was no left over-trace of hostile magic lingering. They continued down the hall and took a right into the living room. The blue and black plaid couch was still in front of the t.v., the blue arm chair was still catty corner from the couch and the black love seat opposite of the chair.
No hostile magic, "GRAMMA! JOE!" Riley yelled once more.
Before Aoife or Riley could react, an arm reached around Riley's throat. She acted out and reached her arm around and connected with her captors neck.
"Stun," Riley barked, before the magic could reach through her body. The captor let go and began to laugh. Both girl's face turned stoic as they turned to look at the person.
It was a man with short brown hair, small flecks of grey speckled through it. His blue eyes sparked with pure laughter as he grinned at his niece.
"Not funny uncle Joe," Riley dead panned. The older gentleman laughed even harder before he sobered up just a bit.
"Riley, honey, you still jump at every bump rump," He had a thick southern drawl that dripped from his words.
Riley huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Where's Gramma?"

"Here," came a southern belle voice that Riley knew, and missed. Her Aunt stepped down the stairs. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked amazing in a pair of blue jeans and a red blouse. For a woman of about fifty, she looked like a twenty year old in her clothes.
"Hi, baby girl." She stepped up to her niece and wrapped her in a hug.
"Aoife, dear, you haven't grown at all," Joe busted in and wrapped an arm around the shorter witch's shoulder.
Aoife frowned at the man, "Yeah, thanks Uncle Leo." She moved his arm from around her shoulder. He laughed and slapped a hand onto her back.
"Blondie, who are those two boys," Joe looked to the window and watched as Sam and Dean made their way up the porch.
"Oh, they're Sam and Dean Winchester. They've been hunting with us and—uh—another friend." Riley went to the door and answered it. The brothers came in and stopped at the stairs. Joe and Gramma stepped up to the boys. Riley and Aoife both felt a surge of power and Joe reached up and touched Sam's shoulder.
"Ahh!" Sam jumped back and grabbed his arm. Joe doubled over in laughter, grabbing at his sides and taking in large gulps of air. Dean snickered, Aoife and Gramma rolled their eyes, and Riley had a big goofy smile on her face.

"Josef, stop." Gramma said once Joe sobered up.
"It's nice to meet you two." Gramma stepped up and shook Dean's hand. She reached for Sam, who hesitated before shaking her hand once. A smile pulled at Sam's lips.
"Gramma, Joe, we're gunna drop our stuff off here, then we're gunna go see—uh—town." Gramma smiled at Riley and touched her chin.
"Alright, go put your stuff away, then you can go. There will be dinner when you get back." Riley wrapped her arms around her Aunt and mentally admitted how much she missed this place.