What Can We Say, We're Classy Girls

"Mama." The little girl stumbled forward, tears streaking her face. A cry rang through the air, bouncing off the white walls and echoing in the little girl's ears. She ran forward, longing to reach the room at the end of the hall. "Mama." She yelled even louder. If she could reach her mama, she could help her, she could fix everything.
Yet the hall way kept growing. The closer the little girl got, the long her the hall grew.
"Ahhh," The cry was even louder, shattering the lights above the little girl's head. Spark flew as darkness engulfed the hallway. She reached a small hand out, feeling the wall as she continued forward.
"Mama, Mama I'm coming! Mama!" Tears choked her words. The cry got louder, loud enough to split her ears and make them bleed. She touched the wetness as it leaked down her left ear. Her right one was the only one she could hear out of any more. The little girl kept walking forward, her other hand still feeling the wall as she made her way to her Mama. Something struck at her, sending her falling forward and forward, into a darkness that wouldn't end as her Mama yelled out her name.
"Riley!"

Riley shot forward, eyes darting around the darkened room of her childhood. Scrambling for the light switch, she tugged it and winced as yellow light filled the room. Nothing was wrong; her room was the same as it'd always been. A red wood dresser stood in the corner of the room, the make up table sitting next to it. It's mirror reflected the end of Riley's bed as well as it's closet—its door swinging open.
Jumping from the bed, she slammed it shut and took deep breath. Checking the clock on the redwood night stand, she was furious to find that it was three in the morning.
"I'll check on Aoife." She said out loud. Anything to walk off the chills that spread through her body. With one last look at the room, Riley opened her bedroom door and left it. She felt disappointed, like somehow, she expected the chills to suddenly vanish. She made the short walk down the hall way towards Aoife's room. Growing up, Aoife always had a room at Gramma and Joe's. She rarely slept in it, preferring to crash with Riley in hers, but she had one anyway. Slowly, over the course of fourteen years, Aoife began to make it her own. She employed Riley to do most of the heavy lifting; painting, curtain hanging, closet spacing and—Riley's favorite—getting a hue ass dresser into the room. Her left shoulder still ached from pushing and shoving it in.
Grabbing the door knob and twisting it, she stopped opening the door. She didn't need to see if her sister was okay, just hearing her breathing would indicate her status.
Normal.
With a soft click, the tallest witch shut the door and sighed. Knowing Aoife was okay should have settled her nervous stomach and dismissed the chills. Nope, she still felt as if she'd been violently shaken in her sleep and the attacker was still shaking her. She couldn't even remember what had woken her in the first place. Her first instinct was that someone had woken her up, but no one was in the room. Second, she thought it had to be her stupid bogey man fear. That because the closet had opened, it woke her up, but when that normally happened, Riley didn't get severe chills.
She couldn't go back to sleep, not with her nerves jumping like they were. Without thinking twice, she made her way down stairs and headed into the kitchen. Muscle memory leading her feet as her mind wondered into the past. She couldn't help but notice how much she missed this house. It was where she and Aoife developed their powers, where they practiced spells—incantations—and it's the only place in the world Riley felt welcome. Gramma, Joe, Riley, Aoife and Oliver built this place from the ground up. Joe and Oliver mostly, but the others helped with a few things here and there...
Opening the stainless steel fridge, the witch poked her head inside. Nothing caught her eye, nor her stomach, so she just closed the door and nearly peed herself. Uncle Joe was leaning against the door way that lead into the living room. His brown/grey hair sticking up in the back and an eyebrow raised into his hairline. He didn't speak, just watched Riley as she sat down at the counter.

"What're you doing awake?" She asked. Uncle Joe shrugged, "I could ask you the same thing." It was Riley's turn to shrug. How could she tell the man who raised her that she was terrified.
"Just couldn't sleep," She mumbled, her hand running through her white/blonde hair. The older man moved into the kitchen and made his way to the pantry. Opening the sliding door, he disappeared inside, only to reappear a moment later with a box of goldfish.
"Nice," Riley smiled as her uncle opened the box and sat it down in front of his niece. They both nibbled on the fish shaped crackers for a while, the silence settling into a comfortable air around them. This is what she missed the most. Just being around her uncle without having to talk. His presence was enough to calm her nerves and soon the crawling chills disappeared.
"Nightmares?" Joe spoke up, his southern drawl curling around Riley and forcing hers to show through.
"I dunno...I just woke up," another bite of the golden crackers.
"We're not letting Aoife leave the house, nor are we letting her stay by herself again," Joe told Riley in his "I've made up my mind" voice. She didn't object, but her lips formed a straight line. Aoife won't like that; she'll fight it honestly. It took everything inside Riley just to let her sleep by herself tonight. The sisters had a good, long argument about that, that ended in Gramma smacking both of their heads and telling them to grow up. Dean found that humorous and got smacked as well.
"Why are you awake?" She asked again.
Her uncle shrugged once more, "I got used to it just being Gram and myself...now you and Aoife are back, along with those Hunters. I can feel the crackle in the air from how strong you and little bit's magic has gotten...in other words, I'm not used to it." His eyes caught hers, and a knife stabbed through Riley. Joe and her mother had the same eyes and for a split second, she thought she was looking into the eyes of Ginny Lightmen. Into her mother's eyes... She looked away quickly when she felt her eyes start to warm with tears.
"Oh Ri bear," Joe came to stand by her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Riley shook her head, "I'm cool," she forced a smile up at her Uncle, who rolled his eyes.
"Come on," He patted her shoulder and pointed towards the living room. Without hesitation, Riley rose and followed her Uncle toward his and Gramma's room.

Panic coursed through Aoife when she peered into her soul sister's room to find she wasn't there. She searched the kitchen, the bathroom, living room, dining room; pretty much the whole house. Her heart hammering away as anxiety and paranoia began to take over. Gramma and Joe should know where is if Riley didn't tell Aoife. She ran towards the couple's bedroom, slowing when she reached their door. Opening the door carefully, she peeked her head into the room and froze.
"Oh my god," She mouth as laughter built up in her stomach. She left the door cracked open slightly as she turned and made her way to the room that Dean was staying in. She knocked once, then entered, not bothering to care what state of undress the eldest Winchester was in. Luckily, he was already awake and in his clothes for the day.
"Dean," She was practically jumping up and down. He raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"You have GOT to see this," She grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards Gramma and Joe's room. She held a finger up to her lips to signal that he had to keep quiet. The hunter's head peeked into the room and his jaw hit his chest. Riley was lying between her Aunt and her Uncle, her long legs sprawled over her Aunt's sleeping form. Both arms spread out across both of her elder's bodies. Gramma was sleeping on her side in a careful position, her hands clasped beneath her head and a smile on her sleeping face. Joe looked, almost, exactly like Riley, except his legs were hanging halfway off of the bed. Both, niece and Uncle, had open mouthed, head lolled back facial expressions. The oldest Winchester was trying his damnedest not to burst into laughter.

Pulling away from the room and allowing Aoife to close the door.
"Wow." He let out a breath.
"Try seeing her the same way now," Aoife said with controlled amusement.
Dean looked at her with a bemused expression, "She's done this before?" The smallest witch didn't say anything. Which the hunter was beginning to learn was a silent, "Yes."

Riley was the last to wake, rolling out of Gramma and Joe's bed. She felt relief in her heart, but her nerves still prodded in her stomach. Sydney had told her she needed to speak to her, and Riley knew that couldn't be a good thing.
Making her way to the kitchen, she was a little surprised to see the hunters, Aoife and her Guardians in there. All of them stood around the island while Gramma hovered over the stove. Aoife looked at her and moved over so she could stand by her. A gun was sitting on the island, its barrel bent at an awkward angle and the witch recognized it.
"Is this the gun Meg bent?" She touched it with her fingertips.
Dean nodded, "Joe said he can fix it." His tone was loose but Riley could hear the doubt.
"Uncle Joe can fix anything." She clapped his shoulder and Joe gave his niece a wink.
"Anything, but, food." Gramma announced and the male witch dropped his eyes in shame, "Here." The eldest woman snapped her fingers and five plates, loaded down with break fast food, made their way to the table. The two brothers looked at the plates wearily, whilst the witches tucked in greedily. Riley shoved the food in her mouth, Aoife took carefully placed bites and Joe wolfed his down.
Sam took bites here and there, "So...uh...Joe, you can fix anything."
The older man nodded his head, "Every male witch has something about them that is prominent. Females do to, but a male's isn't in their powers, it's a skill. Mine is creating and fixing weapons."
"Creating?"
"Yup! Who do you think gave ol' Riley here her sickle. It was her tenth birthday gift, little sunshine practically slept with it," The blue eyed witch narrowed a look at her Uncle, which would have been scary if her cheeks weren't stuffed with food. Joe waved off the look and turned to the hunters, "When sunshine leaves to talk to Sydney, I could show ya the basement."
"Joe?" Gramma touched her husbands arm. His face became soft and he looked to his wife.
"Dear."
"I'd rather one of the boys go with Riley," She looked at her niece, who was gaping, "Don't look at me like that."
"I don't need one of them coming with me Gram," The white/blonde haired woman made a motion to the brothers.
Gramma looked patiently at her niece, "Riley, that...thing can attack physically now. You are the main thing keeping it away from Aoife, so it's going to come after you. Don't open your mouth—I'd rather you have back up, no matter how big and bad you think you are." She crossed her arms. The look on her face just dared Riley to argue back. If the situation would have been different, she would have fought back, instead, she gave in.

"Fine, whoever is going with, hurry up." She looked to the brothers, "I have to get dressed then warm up the bike."
"You're taking the bike?" Dean asked, Riley nodded. "I'm going."
"Grrreat," She rolled her eyes.
Ten minutes later, the witch stood over her bike as she checked the tires. She did it all mindlessly, robotically prepping the classic motorcycle for its first ride is seven years. She couldn't keep her mind from wondering off its track; so, she put it to work. It just didn't help that the voice/body was looming over her shoulder, repeatedly telling her to relax, to let her mind go and just relish in the fact that they found Sydney. That would have been easier to do if she wasn't going fucking crazy and seeing herself...in a prom dress.
It wasn't a normal prom dress, it was one of those flashy, poofy prom dresses. Its bright red color caught her eye as it spun in a circle. When Dean came out of the house and sauntered up to Riley, the voice/body decided to wrap its arm in his and wave to fake crowd.
"Ready," Riley inwardly sneered at the voice/body. It waggled a finger at her.
"Totally." The hunter started for the front of the bike and the witch stopped him.
"No." She looked at him.
"I'm not riding back," He argued. Riley shook her head, "It's bitch or you don't go." They stared each other down. Both of them giving the other a pointed look and smug smiles. Riley knew Dean really wanted to ride the bike, but there was no way in hell he was driving it. His eyebrow lifted at the woman, his hazel eyes flashing a deep shade of green. Warmth washed over the witch was she stared into the eyes of the hunter. Her heart sped up and some unseen force was pulling her toward him. God, he was beautiful, his eyes, those lips and it hurt Riley to think that. She had no room to be calling Dean beautiful; not when the feelings weren't the same.
Her mind started to wonder to the motel bathroom. Dean had almost kissed her in there, but he was just proving a point? He had said he knew just the right buttons to push on Riley.

"Fine," His resolve broke as those deep blue eyes of hers started to swarm with emotion.
"Good," Riley shook her head and swung her leg over the bike. Sitting down, she looked at Dean, who reluctantly sat down beside her as she started up the bike. They pulled out of Gramma and Joe's driveway, tearing down highway 64.
"How's you learn to ride?" Dean yelled over the roar of the engine.
Riley sped up, "Oliver actually. He taught both of us how to ride." She passed a slow moving harvester, her right hand lifting in a quick wave. Dean's eyes grew wide as she placed the hand on her thigh.
"Put it back on the grip!" He yelled. Riley turned her head slightly to the side and smirked.
"Scared Deany-boy," The amusement in her voice was evident as she slowed the bike then lurched it forward. The butch man yelped before gripping her waist. She burst into laughter, but gripped the handle again, "Sorry." She shrugged.
"I'm not scared...I just don't know what to say to Gramma and Joe when you die in a motorcycle wreck," He loosened his grip.
Riley smiled a real smile at the speeding pavement, "Oh baby, it's going to take a lot more than a motorcycle wreck to kill me." Their conversation stopped suddenly. Riley had a tickling feeling that she knew what Dean was thinking. His death was almost two years ago. It had happened when the hunters and the witches had been separated, but Riley could feel a pang in her chest. She didn't really knew the brothers then, yet, the thought of Dean not being here hurt her.
The motorcycle sped along as the witch watched the road ahead of her. Greenery flew by her, as well as historical farm homes. Farms lined the land too, making up the rural areas of Bedford County. A sense of foreboding leaked through the white/blonde haired woman. She could feel her mind wondering to that state again. All she wanted to do was stab this thing in the heart and watch it bleed to death at her feet. It had no right to exist in this world; No right to harm her sister. It could have stayed away last time. Aoife's parents and Ellis nearly died to get ride of this fucker. It felt like a bitch slap to their memory that it was back again.

She had to slow the bike as she pulled into town. Dean let go of her waist completely, not wanting other people seeing him ride bitch like, well, a bitch. They rode past the river, stopping for the light, then past the square and the taxi place. Riley maneuvered them onto Madison street, towards the high school before finally stopping near the railroad tracks. Sydney's moped leaned against the broken down train. Riley looked up to see the red head meditating on top of the train car.
"Yo, hooker!" She yelled loudly. The grey eyed woman looked down at her, smiled, then dropped from the train, "Woah," Riley started but the psychic landed perfectly on her feet.
"Uh..." Dean couldn't help but scratch his head, "what the hell." He looked to the witch. She walked forward to her friends, her hands held up as worry laced her features.
"Syd, babe, are you okay?" Her deep blue eyes looked down at her feet.
Sydney pranced toward the white/blonde haired witch, "Oh posh. I do that all the time. It really doesn't bother—vagina—sorry, me anymore." Once the two friends were standing face to face, the shorter of the two wrapped her arms around the witch. Riley patted her back awkwardly before peeling Sydney off of her.
"What do you need to talk about?" She crossed her arms and leveled a look at the red head. Sydney's grey eyes veered to Dean, then back to Riley. Her usual playful manner was gone and seriousness painted her features.
"Alone, walk." she gestured past the trains. Riley nodded.
"Dean," The hunter straightened, "watch the bike," He didn't have time to protest before the two friends strolled away. Her arms, still crossed over her chest, warmed under the afternoon sun's glare. Neither spoke for a few tentative footsteps. The witch stayed silent for Sydney to speak up, waiting for her words. Her friend had always been peculiar, so patience was a virtue with the young psychic.
"Riley, when I got home last night, I did some searching," She covered her mouth before continuing, "I know this meeting was made in such short notice. Also, you should really be less snippy when people—penis—heh, call you," The witch cast a sideways look down at the psychic, "Even at eleven at night... Anyways, I did some—penis—hehe, last night as found something that you need to know," Silence fell around the duo. Riley uncrossed her arms and ran a hand through her hair.
"Spill, Syd." She said tightly.
"Riley...I can fight this thing." Riley stopped in her tracks as the world fell down around her. Her head began to swim and she had to steady herself against the train. No, no, Sydney was their only plan...the only thing they had to get rid of this douche ass. Her body became weightless, numbness tingled across her skin and her vision grayed around the edges. What were they going to do? What was she going to do? She couldn't lose Aoife, but she didn't know how to get rid of the fucking thing! Shit! Dammit!
"Fuck!" she hadn't realized she yelled the last curse until Sydney touched her arm.
"Riley." A sudden calm washed over her.
It felt as though a hand had reached inside her and grabbed all the, "Get the FUCK out of my head." She barked before pushing Sydney away. How dare she tell her she couldn't help, then try to take away Riley's anger.
"Riley-"
"You said you could help–"
"Riley-"
"Aoife...this is for her and you can't fucking help!? Do not touch me." Her hand lifted and a blue spark lit up her fingertips. Sydney held Riley's gaze, unafraid of the witch's threat.
"Riley, listen," She stepped forward slightly, "I can't fight it, BUT, I know what I can do," She covered her mouth again, "sorry, I know what to do-ish. I still have some searching I have to do, and you and Aoife have to prepare as well. Especially you Riley," Her grey eyes locked Riley's with an intense stare, "you—vagina...sorry, Riley, you're Aoife's soul sister...her protector, her guardian so it's your job to protect her," The dead look in the witch's eye showed that she was still confused, "Riley, I...you have to kill the creature. Not—penis—ugh, me or Aoife, but you." Finally a light lit up on the woman's face as Sydney's words sunk in.

She pushed herself off the train car and lowered her hand. She had to fight this thing? Her? How the hell did Sydney expect her to do that when she couldn't even see it!? Running a hand through her hair once more, Riley did the only thing she could do.
"Well, hell." She yelled loudly as one of the train's cars shook violently. It stood still moments later as the witch reeled in her powers.
"You need to control that," Sydney pointed from the witch to the train car. "It's bad."
"So is your turrets, but I don't complain," Riley lashed out and bit her lip.
"Oh god, Sydney I-"
"It's okay, I un—penis—derstand..." They had nothing else to say to each other. Heading back towards Dean, the witch thought the information over. It seemed almost appropriate that she, the girl who had protected Aoife all of her life, would have to be the one to kill this thing. The more the thought played over and over in her mind, the more she accepted the idea. If it was the only way to do it, she'd do it.
Hesitation is not an option in this line of work; she'd learned that.
They reached Dean and departed silently. Riley could tell Dean was itching to ask what they talked about, but he kept his mouth shut. In a split second decision, Riley pulled into the school's crowded parking lot. Spring break was either over or it hadn't began yet at Shelbyville Central.
"Why are we here?" Dean looked at the large brick building.
"You see the white markings on that pole?" She pointed her index finger to the covered pathway. Dean's eyes followed and squinted as he looked for what she meant. It took him a few moments, but finally, he could see them, "Yeah?"
"Aoife, me, our friends: Nathan, Ant and Robert wrote, 'we claim this pole' on it." A wistful tone took hold of her voice. The hunter had to smile at the thought.
"You, vandalizing school property, go figure."
She smacked his knee, "Shush it. I fell down and broke my left elbow there." Her finger pointed at the eastward curb of the parking lot. Dean grabbed his chest and faked crying, "Oh, Riley, my heart bleeds for you." She elbowed him but laughed anyways.
"We have so many memories of this place...It's where our worst and best times happened. Shelbyville might suck, but for some asinine reason, it's our home." She turned her head to look at Dean. He gazed at her and the atmosphere changed around them. Both of them leaned forward, a charge sparking as they closed their eyes...

"I'm vibrating..." Riley's eyes shot open as Dean reached into his pocket, his eyes scanned the i.d. before he quickly answered it, "Sam? What...what do you mean you can't find her... how long were you...Fucking A. We're on our way now, just, find her okay. Knowing Aoife, she's hiding in the cupboards or something." He shut his phone and looked at a panicked Riley.
"Dean?"
"Aoife asked Sam to make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and when he went to give it to her, she was gone." Riley started the motorbike and peeled out of the driveway.
"Dumb ass." Riley cursed.
"Who?" Dean looked puzzled.
"Both; Aoife for this shit and Sam for forgetting that Aoife hates peanut butter." The bike accelerated as they broke half-a-billion traffic laws.

The bike threw gravel as it slid into the driveway. Dean had to catch the bike as Riley jumped off it and sprinted into the house. He had just gotten the bike level when Riley came running back outside. She looked scared, her eyes wide as she raced towards the back yard. He took off after her, feet pounding against the ground, heart hammering and his fighter senses taking over. Riley ran faster than he'd ever seen her... Trees came into view, not the apple trees, but a horde of them that Dean didn't recognize. The white/blonde haired woman disappeared into the coverage. The hunter picked up his speed and ran after her. Static filled the air around them, a heavy feeling that weighed down on Dean's chest. Riley's voice yelled out Aoife's name just as Dean came up behind her.
"Aoife." Riley yelled once more, "I saw her from the kitchen window." She breathed to Dean before taking off again. He followed, limbs smacking him in the face as he tripped over roots. He saw mahogany hair to his left, "Riley!" He grabbed her arm and led her in that direction. The witch reached her first, her arms wrapping mother-like around a still Aoife.
"Ef," She shook her soul sister, "Ef, are you okay?" Her brown eyes were dead as they looked through Riley, "Ef?" A cold laugh sounded in front of her. Cas stepped toward them, his trench coat flapping in an invisible wind.
"You." She could feel the negative tremors from the creature as Riley protectively stepped around Aoife.
"Tsk, tsk..." It shook its head and Riley gaped.
"Bastard," She couldn't advert her eyes as the white/blonde haired, green eyed creature smiled a sickly sweet smile. The round face of Ginny Lightmen lit up in glee as Riley's arms became empty. She chanced a look to see Aoife was gone. Dean's eyes were on the creature, his mouth hanging open. Riley looked back at the monster.
"Aoife's still in the house." Riley breathed.
The creature bobbed its head, "Oh yes, she is. See, I couldn't get past all of your pesky wards, so I did the next best thing. I fucked with your mind!Genius, I know. See, my beautiful Aoife is sleeping in your bed right now as Sam is sleeping in his and Gramma and Joe, well, they had a sudden urge to go to the market." It clapped its hands together in a childish act. Riley's hand twitched and warmed, it's eyes glanced down to it, "Oh no," It giggled.
"Oh, Riley please don't hurt me," It backed up. The witch kept her hand at her side, but her other hand reached behind her back. The creature was too busy looking at the crackling hand. She made a gun with her fingers and hoped Dean saw it.
"Now that I have you alone, both of you, I must say...you're less annoying." Dean touched her hand carefully and tapped her hand twice, "I want to play; with both of you...You two are so interesting, yet, boring all at the same time." It pouted quickly before shaking its head, "You get in my way. I want Aoife, I need her, but, you infuriating morons won't let me. Do you have any idea how AGGRAVATING that is!" It's voice echoed around them. A cold metal touched Riley's hand and she gripped it, "I cannot stand you! Either of you!" It yelled loud enough to cover the click of the colt.
"I guess you know how we feel." She hissed. The creature bared its teeth, its image suddenly changing to look like Dean.
"I hate you." It growled.
"Good!" Riley lifted the gun and fired. It shot the creature square in the chest, causing it to fall down, giving the couple enough time to take off for the house. She and Dean sped through the woods, not daring to look back at the creature. They only have to go a little bit further, then, they were on their land, with the protective wards.

"Oh Riley," Something knocked her sideways.
"No!" Dean yelled out. Riley blinked away the pain in her head to see the creature standing over her.
"Ow," It grinned down at her before dropping to its knees and gripping her throat. It's thumbs pressed into her wind pipe, her hands clawing at the creature's. Over it's shoulder, she saw Dean pick himself up off the ground and aim a glock at it.
"Fucker," He yelled. The creature stopped grinning and looked at Dean, "Get off my Riley." He unloaded four rounds and the creature screamed before disappearing. Riley fought for air, her lungs filling to the brim before exhaling. Dean stepped up to her and helped her stand.
"House," They both said and, once again, took off running for the house.
Crashing through the door, Riley was shocked to see Gramma and Joe in the hall way. A bag from Save-A-Lot fell to the floor as her aunt ran to Riley.
"What happened?" Joe turned to Dean.
"It attacked us, the creature. It found a way to get Riley and I alone. Go check on Aoife; I have to see Sam." The older man didn't fight the order, instead he took off for Riley's room.
"Riley dear," Aunt Gramma's eyes caught the forming bruises, "I'm okay." She choked.
"No, Riley, you're not," Gramma touched Riley's chest then pulled her hand away. Crimson stained her fingers as the witch looked down to see a bullet wound near her heart. One of Dean's bullets must have hit her...then where was the pain? Why isn't she dead...the world spun around Riley as Dean's words echoed in her head, "Get off my Riley." She fell backwards, letting her vision go out and her Aunt yell her name.