Simon Said.

CHAPTER EIGHT , RUDE AWAKENINGS

a/n : y'all I binged Countdown in one day and now I'M BACK IN MY DEAN ERA WHICH MEANS SYDNEY COME BACK!!!!

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Sydney has been staring at her phone for hours.

It had been lying on her bed, untouched. Her breathing was steady, and her gaze was unshakeable. She was calm.

Calm because her mind had been telling her it wasn't real. Hearing that voice over the phone...her mind had been playing tricks on her. It wasn't the first time it would've happened.

Sydney needed to put these paranoid thoughts to bed. She had to get past them.

Get past him.

So, she flexes her hand and reaches for her phone. As soon as she grabs for her phone, it lights up. Sydney jumps from the sudden light, shining the dark room. Her hand flexes again, and she hesitates to answer. Why did she hesitate?

Sydney flips the phone open and presses it against her ear. "Hello?"

There's no answer. Sydney shifts, her throat tightening. "Hello?"

"That second hello had some force to it."

Sydney's lower lip quivers from the gruff voice. This isn't real.

"For a second I thought "this couldn't be the same woman"." The man speaks.

"Wh-who is this?"

"Oh, c'mon, Sydney." The voice coos. "I know it's been a while but you couldn't have forgotten your husband's voice."

Sydney's eyes fill with tears, and she shakes her head. "Matthew..." her voice was barely heard. "B-But that's not...that's not possible. I thought you died."

Matthew's laugh rattled Sydney's body. She clenches the sheets under her and her chest tightens with a ball of fear she hasn't felt in so long.

"Died. You mean you thought I was killed—you mean you thought you killed me?!"

Sydney flinches. "I didn't mean to—"

"Oh don't give me that crap." He spits. "You wanted to be rid of me. If you didn't mean it then you would've come back for me."

Sydney swipes her tongue across her lower lip, tears burning her eyes.

"Now...tell me where you are, so I can get you and we can talk about this like couples do."

Sydney's hands begin to shake and she can hardly breathe. She knows what Matthew's definition of a talk is. That "talk" would've ended with a broken jaw. Sydney's jaw still twinged with a dull ache when it rained. She couldn't go back to that fear. She wouldn't.

"N-No."

A beat of silence was heard through the phone.

"What?"

Sydney was going to be sick.

"I said no, Matthew." Sydney chokes out. "I'm not telling you where I am and you're not going to find me—"

"Who the hell do you think you are, huh?!"

Sydney's skin jumps and she slaps a hand over her mouth to keep her cries in. She squeezes her eyes shut, praying this wasn't real. He should be dead.

"I'll find you, you know that?" His voice rattles her body, forcing her hand to shake. Then he lets out a laugh.

It was the same laugh he always used when he wanted her to think of herself as nothing. Like she was a joke.

"Or who knows...maybe I already have."

Sydney's eyes widen and her teeth clench. "No."

He ignores her words and continues to speak. "Maybe I know where your sister is."

Sydney's jaw goes slack and her eyes widen.

"Maybe I already got my hands on her and she's already dead—"

"SHUT UP!"

Sydney chucks her phone into the wall, it breaking apart onto the floor. The brunette's breathing was ragged with a blanket of tears coating her eyes. Sydney wipes her mouth with a trembling hand. This couldn't be real. That's all that was going through her head. Laura's safe.

Sydney's stomach turns.

A knock is heard at the door and she flinches. Sydney snaps her eyes over at the door. "Oh my god..." her breathing quickens. She grabs her gun and bites her lower lip. "No, no, no..."

Sydney cocks her gun back and walks over to the door. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding through her ears. He couldn't be here. How?

Her hand hovers over the doorknob and she grabs it and yanks the door open. Sydney shoves the gun into the man's face and his forest green eyes widen.

"What the fuck?"

Sydney gasps but she doesn't lower the gun. Dean's eyes stay on the gun, "Could you please lower the gun? I'm getting itchy—antsy—whatever the fucking term is."

"I-I thought you were..." Sydney pulls her brows together. Dean lifts his gaze from the gun and his shaken expression drops when he sees the tears coating her eyes. "Syddie?"

"I thought..." Sydney inhales and quickly exhales. "Oh, god."

Dean slowly nods his head, "Hey, it's okay." He raises one hand. "I'm gonna grab the gun from you." He wraps a hand around the barrel of her gun. Sydney's already weak grip releases from the gun. Dean grabs the gun and tucks it into his waistband. Sydney's knees buckle and Dean was quick to wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her from falling. Sydney's hands find his chest and a weak cry escapes her lips.

Dean's body begins to shake along with Sydney's as her cries grow more intense. He raises a hand and places it against the back of her head. "You're so cold..." Dean softly speaks against her hairline. He couldn't stop his own body from shivering against hers. He's felt her cold before, but this was so much more devastating.

Sydney squeezes her eyes shut, and cries harder against Dean's chest. She moves her hands from her chest and wraps them around his waist, her hand latched around her wrist—keeping a tight hold on Dean. She didn't want to let go. Not when she knew that Matthew was back in her life and now back in her thoughts.

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"I don't know, man. Why don't we just chill out, think about this?"

Sam shuts the music off and looks at Dean with his brows pulled together. "What's there to think about?"

"I just don't know if going to the roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean says.

"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it." Sam states.

Dean's eyes shift to the rear view mirror, his eyes on Sydney's sleeping body. Her head was pressed against the window, and her breathing was steady. Even then, he could see the tension in her body. She couldn't relax even while sleeping. Back at the motel, Dean held Sydney—comforting her in every possible way. She had managed to calm herself down and promised Dean she was okay. Dean knew it was a lie, but he also knew that Sydney wasn't going to let him in so easily.

So, Dean explained that there was a possible case for them. He wasn't specific on what the case was, but Sydney didn't seem to care too much. She just wanted to work on something—anything to get her mind off of Matthew.

As soon as she got into the car, Sydney fell asleep. She hadn't gotten enough sleep in the last week and her breakdown definitely didn't help.

The last thing he wanted was Sydney waking up any earlier than she needed to.

"This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where."

"Yeah, man, but—"

"Plus it could have some connection with the demon." Sam continues. "My visions always do."

"That's my point." Dean states. "There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if—if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"

Sam softly exhales, "So, I'm a freak now?"

Dean glances at him. He softly chuckles and smacks him, "You've always been a freak."

Once they got to the roadhouse, the brothers got out of the car. Sam looks into the backseat and Sydney was still sleeping. "Should we wake her?"

Dean clicks his tongue, "Nah. I don't think she's been sleeping." His eyes linger on Sydney's face. "We should leave her alone."

Dean looks at his brother and pulls his brows together when he notices the small smile on Sam's lips. "What?"

Sam bunches his shoulders. "It's nice to see you finally act like you care about her, that's all."

"Here we go." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Look, look, look..." Sam grabs Dean's arm. "I don't mean to tease, but I see the way you look at her, Dean. And I see the way she looks at you."

"There's still something there."

Dean shakes his head, "No." he chuckles. "Sydney and I are just becoming friends again. And we'll leave it at that."

Sam rolls his eyes, "Just saying. You broke her heart, she broke your heart—blah, blah, blah..." he holds his hands out. "I say you two just kiss and go from there."

"I think you should just shut up and go from there." Dean's face was beet red and he was puffing his cheeks out, pouting.

Sam chuckles and walks away from his brother. Dean keeps his eyes on Sydney, his chest tightening. She looked so uncomfortable. Was she even truly sleeping?

Dean reluctantly takes a step away from the Impala and follows Sam into the roadhouse.

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"I'll find you, you know that?"

"Or who knows...maybe I already have."

The words burned into her mind, even in her sleep.

"Maybe I know where your sister is."

Her breathing began to quicken and small whimpers escape her lips.

"Maybe I already got my hands on her and she's already dead—"

Sydney jolts awake with a scream, her hands clutching the seat in front of her. "Oh, fuck..." she grasps at her throat. The brunette was burning up and she could hardly breathe. Sydney looks around the Impala, realizing that she's alone.

Sydney's eyes blur with tears. "No, no, no, no..." she turns to her car door and pulls it open. Sydney stumbles out, her stomach hitting the dirt. Her palms press against the dirt and gravel, digging into her skin. Sydney shifts her blurry gaze to the roadhouse sign and she inhales a shaky breath. The brunette exhales softly, "You're okay, you're safe...you're safe."

Sydney forces herself back onto her feet. She looks down at her outfit that's now covered in dirt. Sydney swallows and drags her feet across the dirt. She grasps at the railing and walks up the steps. Sydney could feel her hands were still shaky. The brunette walks into the roadhouse and a few gazes turn to her, some were filled with recognition while the others were just filled with worry.

Sydney's face heats up from all the eyes on her. She quickly wipes the tears from her eyes. She had to go somewhere where she could just relax. The brunette walks over to the bar and sits in one of the stools, her body growing heavy and her head now against the bar table.

"Sydney."

Sydney forces her head up, meeting Ellen's eyes. The woman's eyes widen when she notices Sydney's deep eye bags around her red rimmed eyelids and the dirt across her face. "Jesus, you look like Hell."

"Jesus and Hell being in the same sentence?" Sydney forces out a chuckle. "That's...that's funny." She lays her head against the bar surface again.

"Syd, are you all right?"

"Are Sam and Dean here?"

"Yeah, they're talking with Ash right now." Ellen answers.

Sydney exhales with her eyes closing. "Then I'm all right." Her breathing begins to soften. "I'll just wait for them here."

Ellen pulls her gaze from Sydney and walks over to her daughter, who was setting drinks in front of two men. "Jo."

The blonde turns to her mom and recognizes the look of worry across her face. "What's wrong?"

"Sydney's here." Ellen motions her head to the bar table. "And she doesn't look good."

Jo's back straightens. She looks over her mom's shoulder and sees Sydney resting her head against the bar. The blonde sucks in a breath, "Well, Sam and Dean are in the back right now. Let me go talk to her."

Jo hands her mom the empty tray and walks over to the brunette. The blonde has texted Sydney a couple days ago, but she never received an answer. She had to call Dean to learn about how Sydney was doing. He was hesitant on his answer. Dean only said she was "different". Jo didn't know what that meant, but she didn't fucking like it.

The blonde lightly taps her knuckles against the surface causing Sydney to lift her head. She meets Jo's eyes and the brunette tenses. "Jo, hey." Sydney rubs her right eye. Jo tilts her head, "Jesus...you look like shit."

Sydney lets out a weak laugh. "Yeah, I haven't been sleeping."

"You wanna tell me why?" Jo asks. "Is it just being on the road? The uncomfortable beds?"

Sydney shakes her head, "I've never had a problem with the beds." She shrugs. "A bed is a bed."

"Then what's going on?" Jo sits beside her.

Sydney inhales a shaky breath, her throat tightening. She trusted Jo enough with her past that she could tell her about Matthew being alive. But Sydney knows how close Jo is to her sister, Laura, she couldn't have Jo tell Laura anything. And she was going to ask Jo to keep things from Laura. That wasn't fair to them.

So, Sydney pushed it down like she always does. "I've been...thinking about Laura lately." She slowly nods her head. "And I want a chance to talk to her again."

Jo's eyes light up and a soft smile spreads across her lips. "Sydney, you always have a chance to talk to her. She's your sister." She gently grabs her hand.

Sydney looks to the side with a stray tear slipping from her right eye. "Does she hate me?"

"Of course not." Jo whispers with a firmness. "She misses you."

Sydney's guilt rises on her throat and her tears continue to burn in her eyes. How could she go this long without talking to her sister? She wipes her eyes and nods her head. "Yeah, I'll...I'm going to call her." she looks back at Jo, meeting her relieved gaze.

Jo's smile widens, "Good--that's good." she wraps her arms around Sydney's neck, hugging her tight. Sydney touches Jo's back and gives it a soft rub. "She'll be happy to hear from you."

Jo and Sydney pull apart from the hug and share a smile. The brunette's gaze falls behind Jo and a small breath escapes her lips when she sees the brothers walking out from the back room. Sydney looks at Jo, "Uh, I'll see you later Jo." she gives her a soft squeeze of her hand. Jo nods her head, "Text me when you've talked to her, okay?"

"Of course." Sydney pushes herself off the bar stool and walks towards the two boys. Dean was the first to notice her. There was a quickness in Sydney's stride and her breathing was quick. Dean thought she was coming towards him to yell for leaving her in the car. Dean's body tenses just from the thought of Sydney being mad at him. It's not like he wouldn't deserve it.

"Syd, I'm sorry." Dean quickly lets out. "I just thought you needed more sleep, so I suggested that you--"

Sydney's arms wrap around Dean's neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. His heart jumps into his throat and his face gets hot. Dean shifts his gaze to Sam, who had a look of confusion with a mix of worry. Dean opens his mouth to ask if Sydney's okay, but then he felt her tremble. It was the same tremble she had when he comforted her back at the motel. She was still terrified.

Dean wastes no time in wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. "I've got you..." his voice was soft and reassuring. It caused whatever anguish Sydney was currently feeling begin to chip away.

Sydney inhales a shaky breath, "Don't leave me again..." her voice was soft. "please."

A lump forms in Dean's throat and he's quick to swallow it so he can immediately reply. "I promise."

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"Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83, like me."

Sydney pulls her eyes away from the window and shifts her dark gaze to the paper in Sam's hand. "Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."

"You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean asks.

"Sure looks like it."

"How did you know to look for this guy, anyway?" Sydney asks. "I mean, how did you know he lost his mother the same way?"

Sam and Dean exchange a look. "Well, normally if it's not the demon, then I get prem..." Sam trails off his words. He glances at Dean, who also has a nervous look on his face. They haven't told Sydney about Sam's premonitions. They didn't know how she would react. Sydney hasn't been in the hunting world for a while, so being reintroduced to it by finding out that you're traveling with someone who has powers would've been stressful. And Dean couldn't stop thinking about Sydney's mental state. Having her break down in his arms made him hesitant to tell her the truth. But if he didn't tell her the truth...

Sydney would feel even more betrayed by that.

"Syd..."

The brunette tenses from the sudden change in tone. She slightly leans forward, her brows furrowing. "Is everything okay?"

"No, yeah--well, it depends on how you react to--"

"Dude!" Sam snaps.

Dean slams his jaw shut and he sinks in his seat. Sam lets out a small breath and looks at Sydney. The brunette looks at Sam, noticing his fingers fidgeting. Even though Sydney hasn't been around for a few years, she was Sam's best friend. It's always been that way. So, thinking about her hating him—being afraid of him. Sam couldn't bare the thought.

"Syd..." Sam clears his throat. "For the past year I've been having these visions."

Sydney blinks. "Visions, like...visions?"

Dean frowns, "What's the difference?"

"There is none, I'm just reeling." Sydney lets out a breath and leans back in her seat. "So, you're...supernatural?"

"I guess so." Sam softly hums. He looks down at his hands. "I know it's not something you want to hear—especially with you just getting back into the hunting business."

"If this is too much for you." Dean adds. Sydney pulls her eyes from Sam and meets Dean's. "We understand if you want to leave."

Sydney leans back in her seat again and sputters her lips. "Guys, this is crazy." She runs a hand over her hair. "I mean, you've only known about this for a year—you..." she closes her eyes and shakes her head. "This is crazy."

"You already said that."

"Dude." Sam softly seethes.

Sydney shifts her eyes between Sam and Dean. "So, this Andrew guy. He might also have...premonitions?"

"No, at least, I don't think so," Sam says. "There was a kid we met last year, Max. He had powers like me, and he was telekinetic."

Sydney's jaw drops open in shock. "Are you—are you serious? That's the coolest fucking thing ever!" She laughs out of excitement. She then notices Sam's expression, and her smile drops. "I mean, premonitions are cool too! Y-You're basically an oracle."

Dean softly snorts and shifts his gaze to the rearview mirror. "You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would." he then frowns. "You're taking this a lot better than anyone would."

Sydney presses her lips together. "Look, I have never heard of anyone having premonitions, especially a human." She lets out a breath through her nose. "I should be freaked out, but I know you." She lightly touches Sam's arm and gives him a soft squeeze.

"And you are an amazing person. I don't care if you have abilities." Sydney softly smiles. "Besides, it seems like you're using these abilities for good. So, what's the worst that can happen?"

Sam lets out a breath of relief. She has no idea how much he needed to hear that from her. "Thank you, Syd."

Sydney bunches her shoulders and gives him a small smile. "Happy to help."

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"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys."

Sydney smiles at the waitress and softly thanks her when she finishes pouring her coffee.

"I'm sorry, but they never do."

Sam pulls his brows together, intrigued by what she said. "They?"

"You're debt collectors, right?" The woman inquires. "Once in a while, they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back."

"Actually, we're lawyers," Dean states. "Representing his great-aunt Lita. She passed—god rest her soul—but left Andy a sizable estate."

"Yeah. So, are you a friend of his?" Sam inquired.

"I used to be, yeah." The woman nods. "I don't see much of Andy anymore."

A man passing the table overhears the conversation and lets it be known. "Andy? Andy kicks ass, man."

"Is that right?" Dean raises his brows in interest.

"Yeah, Andy can get you into anything." The man says. "He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful, bro."

Already having a guess on what his reaction would be, Sydney glances at Dean just to see the excited smile appear on his lips at the mention of Aerosmith. The brunette's heart pounds against her chest and she presses her knuckles against her lips to hide her smile.

"How about busing a table or two, Webber?" The woman looks at a man with a pointed look but a smile was still evident on her lips.

Webber looks at the three hunters and winces. "Yeah, you bet, boss." He stands up and walks away from the table.

"Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard street." The woman states. "Just look for a van with the barbarian queen painted on the side."

Sydney raises her brows, "Okay...?"

"Barbarian Queen."

"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss."

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"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet."

Sydney softly snorts and looks down at her hands. Dean glances at Sam, noticing his solemn expression. "What's wrong?"

Sam shakes his head, "Nothing."

"Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon." Dean points out.

Sydney glances at Sam's face and she raises her brows. He's totally right.

"This Andrea Gallagher—he's the second guy like this we've found, Dean." Sam states. "Demon can't go them when they were kids. Now they're killing people."

"Well, we don't know that for sure, right?" Sydney says.

Dean nods his head in agreement, "Syd's right. We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is. He could be innocent."

"My visions haven't been wrong yet." Sam says.

"Your visions might not be showing the whole story, Sammy." Sydney softly adds. "You might be missing something."

"What's your point?" Dean inquires. "Why are you worrying about that?"

"My point is I'm one of them." Sam states.

"No, you're not."

"Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me."

"Yeah?"

"Maybe this is his plan."

"To turn you guys into killers?" Sydney pulls her brows together. "How would that benefit him?"

"I don't know. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks." Sam's voice begins to raise but with a sense of panic and fear. "Maybe we're all supposed to be what you said."

"Killers?"

"Yeah."

Dean blinks, "So, the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds, is that it?" He laughs off the theory. "Give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones."

Sam doesn't even hesitate with what he says next. "No? Last I checked I kill all kinds of things."

"This things were asking for it." Dean says. He holds up his pointer. "Some things were asking for it."

Sydney cracks a small smile. Progress.

"Got him."

Sydney looks at Sam and then follows his eyes, catching sight of the man in a robe and sweatpants walking out of a motel room. With a large smile on his face, Andy looks up at the window to meet the blonde woman in black lace lingerie waving down at him.

Andy continues walking down the street talking to every person as if they were his best friend. Out of the corner of her eye, Sydney sees Sam tense.

"That's him, that older guy. He's the shooter." Sam says.

"Well, you keep on him, Syd and I'll stay on Andy. Go." Dean motions his head.

Sam gets out of the car and follows the man across the street. Sydney purses her lips and lightly taps her fingers against her thighs. "Should I...?" She points at the passenger seat.

Dean chuckles, "Sure, if you don't mind a warm seat."

"Gross." Sydney softly snorts. She crawls over over the backseat and plops into the front beside Dean.

"Just like old times."

The words came out of Dean's mouth, so fast he didn't even realize what he said made Sydney stop breathing.

Sydney's face heats up from the phrase. "Maybe not so much like old times."

The only thing Sydney could think Dean was referring to was their secret rendezvous in the car, trying their best to stay quiet so Bobby wouldn't catch them.

Dean swallows, his own mind going to those memories. Him and his big mouth.

"Right." Dean coughs out. "Yeah—that's, I didn't mean...that."

Sydney softly hums and nods her head. She was too nervous to even manage forming any words. She didn't even know if she would be able to.

And Dean knew he was hardly making any sense at all, so he decided to give up now. He keeps his eyes forward with his hands gripping the steering wheel. "Sorry, let's just go."

Sydney rolls her lips into her mouth. She then pushes her lips out. "Okay, let's hit the road Jack."

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Sydney and Dean were driving for a few minutes, following the barbarian queen mini van around. Every now and then, Dean would glance over at the woman; making sure she was okay. Sydney could feel his eyes on her every few minutes and her face would get hot.

"Hey..."

Sydney inhales a soft breath and softly hums. She looks at Dean, whose eyes were on the road. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to but..." he glances at her and his heart jumps into his throat. "...you had me really worried last night."

Sydney knew it was coming sooner or later, but it still made her stomach turn. "I'm sorry for almost shooting you." She glanced down at her fingernails with embarrassment.

Dean lets out a breath, "Syddie, the last thine I was worried about was you shooting me." He meets her eyes once again. "I was worried about you."

Sydney pulls her brows together from the words. "Oh..." she gnaws on her lower lip. Those words were something she hasn't heard in so long. Someone being genuinely worried about her. "I forget that sometimes."

Dean pulls his brows together from her words. He doesn't say anything, he just waits for her to finish.

"I forget that people care about me." Sydney admits. "It's ridiculous, I know. I just haven't really kept in contact with anyone."

"Well, get used to it." Dean glances at her with a small smile. "Sam and I are going to be reminding you nonstop."

A smile grows on Sydney's lips and a chill rushes down her spine. She sucks in a sharp breath and rubs her arms. "Thank you, Dean."

A warm ball forms in Dean's stomach and he slightly tightens his grips around the steering wheel. For some odd reason it felt as if he had to keep himself under control. It was a sudden feeling Dean hadn't felt in so long, but it was the only feeling he has ever felt with Sydney and Sydney alone. The feeling of sweaty palms and regurgitating words that made no sense. The feeling of his heartbeat pounding through his ears. How did this happen again so fast? Maybe deep down it never left.

The barbarian queen van stopped which causes Dean to slow to a stop with his guard up. Sydney slightly leans forward and squints her eyes, trying to best to see what Andrew was up to. Suddenly, Andrew gets out of the car and Sydney presses her back against the leather seat. Her eyes follow the man who was walking over to Dean's side with a pep in his step.

"Hey!" Andrew leans into the window, checking out the Impala.

"Uh, hey."

Andrew smiles, "This is a cherry ride."

Sydney could see the tension in Dean's body ease and she pulls her brows together.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Man, you know, '67–Impala's best year, if you ask me." Andrew states. "This is a serious classic."

Dean mirrors Andrew's light hearted smile. "Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too. Can't let a car like this one go."

Andrew pays Dean on the shoulder. "Damn straight."

"Hey, could I have it?"

Sydney lets out a soft chuckle and looks out her window. That was going to an easy answer—

"Sure, man!"

Sydney snaps her eyes over to Dean and he was already getting out of the car. "Uh, D-Dean? What are you—"

"Hey, sweetheart?" Andrew gets in the car and looks at the woman in the passenger seat.

Sydney looks at the man and her gaze softens. "Yeah?"

"Would you mind hopping out for me, for a minute?" Andrew clicks his tongue.

Sydney raises her brows and a smile forms on her lips. "Yeah, of course! Sorry, for overwhelming you."

"No, don't apologize. I just want to take a little bit to get to know the car, y'know?"

Sydney gets out of the car and closes the door behind her. "I totally get it! Especially with a car like this? You're a lucky man." She pats the side of the Impala and gives him a small wink.

"You could say that again."

"You're a lucky man." Sydney points and winks at him.

Andrew quirks a brow just from hearing the brunette repeat those words. "Don't I know it..."

Andrew drives down the street with Sydney and Dean watching him. Sydney waves her hand with a wide smile on her face. As soon as Andrew and the Impala was out of sight, Sydney stops mid wave and pulls her brows together. She looks at her hand and drops it to her side.

Sydney looks at Dean and Dean looks at her. "What...just happened?"

Dean opens his mouth and then closes it. He purses his lips and looks down the street. His mouth drops in horror and Sydney presses her lips together, preparing herself for the meltdown.

"Baby!"

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author's note.

when I tell you I love Sydney and Dean...I LOVE SYDNEY AND DEAN.

But Matthew calling Sydney???

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