Florida: Take 2

Dean: *In the other room he looks around at all the noise. Walking outside, he leans on the railing on the balcony* Dean.

Rory: So... dancing... food... drink? Okay, not drink. I'll settle for a root beer instead *laughs*

Tay: *bites her lip, feeling her teeth tear through the skin, followed by the taste of blood* Hi, it's Tay. *wipes her hand across her lip*

Jen: So that Tay chick seems to think that you like me. *walks to the elevator with Rory*

Dean: Dude, what's up? Something wrong?

Rory: What would you say if I thought you were the best actor that ever lived Ms. Smeckles?

Jen: I'd say... that totally rocks. *smiles and makes a bold move of taking Rory's hand as the elevator doors close* What would you say if I were to tell you that I thought you were the best singer that ever lived?

Tay: *tries to keep the tears in, but a sniffle escapes* No, nothing's wrong... *her lip trembles and she wipes a tear that starts down her cheek*

Dean: *Swallows* C'mon, I can hear it in your voice. Mkay, so I'm not such a tough-feely yoga freak kinda guy, but you need help. Either I'm gonna talk to you, or Sam is.

Rory: I'd say that's pretty damn awesome. *Squeezes Jennica's hand lightly, grinning* So, what's it feel like to be the hottest girl in this hotel?

Tay: *breaks down, crying* You. Please you. Sam doesn't understand me. You do. *keeps crying*

Jen: *smirks and kisses Rory's cheek* I don't know. You tell me. Since you're it.

Dean: Jus tell me what's wrong. C'mon, let it out, ok?

Rory: *raises an eyebrow* Man, smoother than a baby's bottom, that was. *Looks at the buttons, finally pressing the L for level floor*

Jen: Oh yeah? Well you're the hottest girl I've ever seen. *licks her lips*

Tay: *sobs again* I'm pathetic... *sniffs and wipes her eyes* Look at me, calling you when I'm sure you have more important things to attend to then listen to a stupid loser who has no friends...

Dean: Right. Like have chicks bitchin' at me in my own hotel room 'bout things I haven't even heard of. Yeah, that's real fun. *Little bit of tongue licks his upper lip slightly* N' you got friends. I mean c'mon, you god us. Plus, you're kinda lucky to have friends in this job. It ain't exactly people friendly.

Rory: *Raises eyebrows and steps out of the elevator* So, I've seen you play many roles and screen-kiss many people. You do it like this, right? *Gently grabs the back of Jen's head and pulls her closer, locking lips with her and tickling the inside of the girl's mouth with her tongue. Then she pulls away*

Tay: You count me as a friend?

Jen: *puts her hands on Rory's waist and kisses her back*

Rory: *Gently holds onto Jen's head as the kiss depends. Rory licks up the inside of Jen's cheek, playing around carefully with the other girl's tongue*

Dean: Hell yeah. I mean c'mon, we've been through a lot together. People dying, reincarnation, that stuff freakin sticks to people like ectoplasm on sandpaper.

Tay: *swallows* But, Dean... we barely spend time together. I mean, yeah you and I talked on the board before I died. But... nothing really more. Then I died, and you guys brought me back.... and... *swallows and stops* Then you and I... *looks down* Nevermind. The point is... *looks back up at the wall and sighs* I don't know what the point is. But... one thing I do know is that I'm lonely. Especially right now. I mean, Rory's off having sex... and I'm just... laying in my hotel room. Like the freak that I am.

Jen: *breaks from her and lets out a little laugh* Don't ya wanna do this... somewhere a lil more private?

Rory: *finally realizes the wolf whistles from the men in the crowd* Only if you care. *Grins deviously*

Dean: Fine. So you don't think we're friends, we won't freakin' be good ol' buddy ol' pals then. But I got one thing to say: In this biz you kinda don't have time to just chill.

Jen: *raises her eyebrows* Ya like puttin' on a show, don't ya?

Tay: *feels a sharp pain in her heart* Dean.... *looks down as fresh tears roll down her cheeks* I didn't mean it like that. And I know... I'm not saying we need to just ditch our jobs.... and go hang out. But Sam said you were the one that always wanted to spend more time in a bar or something. Have some fun.... *sighs* I'm sorry. I'm just a whiny little bitch. I'll let you go... *sniffs back another sob, not wanting to waste anymore of his time* But it does mean a lot that you consider me a friend. *throws her head back, trying to get rid of this depressing feeling she was burdened with. She stands up and goes to her back, getting out her knife and pushing the button, opening it with a click. She sits back on the bed and rolls up her sleeve, then looks at her arm*

Dean: Dude, Tay! Where the hell've you gone? Dude, Tay! Man, you better not be doin' what I think you are.

Rory: Nah, I'm just giving you a choice. *Grins lightly, rubbing her cheek up Jen's*

Jen: *nibbles on Rory's ear a little* Oh, I think I want ya ta myself.

Tay: *frowns and picks up her phone, putting it to her ear* What? *completely innocent question as she didn't know what he was saying*

Dean: You're not happening to be looking at a nice shiny blade of metal, are you? Cuz that dastardly deed is gone done cheap.

Rory: Kinky... Screw the food, you taste better than that. *Gently pulls on Jen's pointer finger as they enter the elevator again*

Jen: *smirks at her and starts nibbling on her ear again* I wanna slap yer pappy. Why don't we go to muh room and get snug as a bug?

Tay: *turns her knife over in her hand, looking at it's black blade, thinking she was only twisting the truth when she told him it wasn't shiny, so she wasn't exactly lying.* Nope. No shiny metal. Promise... *swallows and closes her eyes as she slices down the length of her arm, stopping just short of her wrist and the vital veins it contained. She holds her breath and lets the blood seep out*

Dean: tay, you put that freakin' knife down. You got me? You freakin' put it down and step away from that metal.

Rory: I likey. *Wraps arms around Jen's waist, kissing her again. Tickling the top of her mouth, Rory tries wrestling with Jen's tongue in a good controlled and perfect kiss*

Jen: *smiles at her* We can lay out all night... *kisses her again, deeply*

Tay: Dean, I'm not holding a knife, ok? *lets out a breath as she cuts her arm again*

Dean: If you weren't you wouldn't be freakin' breathin' like that. Dude, put the knife down. *Grinds teeth together. Then he hangs up on Tay, knowing just what to do. Rory's number was somewhere in his contact list that Sam had programmed for him. Finally finding the number, he presses the middle button and rings up Rory*

Rory: *Groans as her phone rings* Ugh... *Grinds teeth together, seeing it was Dean, she picks it up* Dude, I'm busy with the hottest and most talented chick ever, so go... away...

Dean: I need you to teleport me and my car there.

Rory: Now!?

Dean: Do it, Tay's freakin cutting.

Rory: Dude, that's so effed up. *Focuses on Dean and his car for a few moments, watching them travel through to their rightful places* You here?

Dean: Yeah, I can see Tay right now.

Rory: Do yourself a favor: DON'T CALL AGAIN! *Hangs up, turning off her phone* That bloody bastard. *Looks up at Jen* man, I lost points, didn't I?

Jen: Nah, ya can't lose point w'me.

Tay: *looks at the phone one final set of tears rolling down her cheeks. She throws it across the room and then goes to the bathroom, climbing in the tub after taking all her clothes off and holding the knife to her wrist* Do it you pussy.... *she takes a deep breath and then cuts into her wrist, crying a little and biting her lip. It hurt worse than she had expected, but she didn't want to alarm anyone and bring them in to thwart her suicide*

Dean: *Kicks open the bathroom door* Tay *Grabs the knife away from her, throwing it in the sink* Fuck. *Grabs a bunch of towels and ties up her wrist tightly, looking up at her face* Don't you ever do something this stupid again. *Stares into her eyes* Y'here me?

Rory: That's damned good... *Wraps her arms around Jen again as the elevator doors open with a 'ping'*

Jen: *hugs Rory* C"mon, I have a hankering to get you outta these hot clothes.

Tay: *just looks at him, crying* I need to.

Rory: And I got a hankerin' for you to get me outta these clothes too. *Tiptoes backwards, holding Jen in her arms as they kiss* What... *Kiss reconnects* Room... *Kiss reconnects again*

Dean: No, no one needs to. You don't fucking give up. That ain't what life's for.