Sooooo I watched quite a bit of Supernatural but not all of it and definitely not in order. I have a couple fanfiction ideas set up for the show but we'll just see how it goes. To be honest, I'm using Netflix to help lay out each chapter so I know I'm at least following along the storyline. Please read and review, no hateful comments please! (This is set from episode 1 by the way.) I am also working on building more of their relationship together because they have a unique relationship. If you have any helpful ideas I would love to know! (P.S. This story is also on wattpad under my username ApocalypticLady)

His Companion

Pilot-Part 1

Living life on the road wasn't so bad. The constant change in scenery and opportunity to see new things was a big positive for me. I didn't have to stick around, try to make new friends, and play house. It didn't seem all to appealing to me. Then again, I was too used to this type of lifestyle. I had grown up into it, adapted, and welcomed it. It was the only thing I knew how to do.

Granted, I wasn't alone. I don't think I really could accomplish this all by myself. I grew up with my dad raising me to be a hunter, always on the road and always fighting the supernatural. It was a family trade to hunt, especially since my mother died not too long after I was born. It seemed to just fuel the fire after she died. My dad seemed to go a little bit crazy after, but I can't hold that against him really. He was how I met the man I'm in love with and my adopted brother.

Being a hunter meant you knew other hunters. You often ran into them during a case and helped each other out during the long run. That was how I met the Winchesters. My dad and John Winchester became friends quickly after realizing how close their stories were to losing their wives. They hunted together often, which meant I started to become closer to his sons. I would often practice with Dean and help babysit Sam. Being a girl made it easier to help get Sammy to listen and calm him down when he was upset. I always felt a good connection with them, being as our backgrounds were close to the same.

However my life changed when I turned thirteen. I lost my father to a case. John hadn't been able to save him, I hadn't been there to say goodbye. I had been at the hotel watching Sammy so Dean could participate in the hunt. Apparently the demon they were hunting required three hunters. They managed to get him, but only after he had killed my father. I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't know any of my other family; all I knew was my father and the Winchesters. I honestly think John took me in because he felt guilty he couldn't protect my father and this was his way of repaying him. I was grateful to be honest. I wouldn't have to leave what I had left.

Life never seemed to get simpler as I grew older. We started going on more hunts, Sammy grew into his own person, and everything seemed to be so strained. John grew ever more distant from us and Sammy eventually just left to attend college. I was grateful and I knew John and Dean both were too. They didn't want him sucked into this, he still had a chance. By that time, I had realized my feelings for Dean and it wasn't too much longer before Dean returned them. At first, it was because we had started hunting on our own and we were all we had. Sure Dean is a flirtatious twit sometimes but that's just a part of who he is and I can't help but love him for it…most of the time.

Even though this is just a brief background of who I am and where I came from, my story doesn't really begin until Dean and I reunite with Sam. This is my point of view from when things really started to go downhill again.

XxXxX

I stifled a chuckle as I watched Dean and Sam wrestle in the middle of the dark room. I purposely had stuck to a shadowy corner, not wanting to engage with Sam when it came to fights. It wasn't that I couldn't defend myself; it was mainly because he was twice my size and one well timed hit would put me right to sleep. Unfortunately, I have had to experience that before.

"You're a little rusty," Dean commented when he pinned Sam down, smirking and letting Sam get a good look at who had just broke into his place. I couldn't see Sam's expression but I figured he would definitely be shocked.

Sam quickly retorted by flipping Dean over and pinning him right back, frowning slightly at Dean.

"Or maybe not. Let me up," Dean said, trying to shove Sam off of him. I figured Dean wouldn't be too happy about having his little brother beat him, especially if he hadn't been hunting in some time.

"Dean?" Sam questioned as he helped him up.

"I told you we should have waited until morning," I commented from my little section of the room, folding my arms across my chest. I raised an eyebrow at them, even though they couldn't see me clearly.

"Addi? You're here too?" Sam questioned, jumping slightly at my voice. It was a really good thing he hadn't noticed my presence. I wouldn't have to explain a black eye.

I moved forward, hugging Sam tightly before letting go, taking in his features as best I could in the dark. He really had grown up, and I missed that. I felt a familiar ache in my chest from not being able to have my brother around but I knew that it was better that way. I was the only one that had actually voiced my support when Sam started talking about going to college. I wasn't afraid of John and Dean was, well, Dean and I could handle him.

"Sam what's going on?" A female voice said a little groggily as a light came on in the room. I brushed my long, wavy brown hair out of my dark eyes to see who the owner of the voice was. It was a girl, dressed in an old smurfs t-shirt and some boy shorts underwear. She had blonde hair that hung loose and blue eyes. Way to go little brother. I looked over at Dean and he was smiling appreciatively at her.

"Dean, Addi, this is my girlfriend Jess," Sam introduced, making sure to put a little emphasis on the word girlfriend. Even though Sam and I both knew my relationship with Dean, my partner in crime still tended to be a bit flirty when he wanted to be.

"I really like the smurfs," Dean commented, smirk still in place and eyes twinkling. I smacked him in the chest, smiling at Jess.

"Dean? As in, your brother Dean?" She asked, returning my smile. "And this must be your sister."

I nodded in return, not even bothering to explain why I was his sister. It was just easier to let her think that. It was really hard to call Sam my brother and then claim Dean as my boyfriend. I really hated that word too. I preferred to call Dean my partner, since that was how our relationship felt to me. I grabbed onto Dean's arm as he made a start for Jess, knowing he was going to do something on purpose to aggravate Sam.

"I got to say Jess, you're way out of my brother's league," Dean said, shrugging off my hold and checking her over. I rolled my eyes. And there was the smartass comment. There was no way I could have prevented that coming out of his mouth.

I could see Jess's gaze flicker over to Sam as her smile disappeared and a look of understanding passed between them.

"I'm so sorry about that," I said sweetly and smacked Dean again but harder this time. My smile turned into a grin as he protested upon contact. "Would it be okay if we spoke in private with Sam? We've got some family business to discuss."

Jess glanced back at me before looking at Sam, hesitating. I could tell Sam wasn't going to take this lightly, especially being as he knew exactly what we were probably going to bring up. I could also tell he really liked this girl and he pulled the classic move to try and deflect any favor or request we could ask of him while proving how serious he was with this girl at the same time. He moved over by Jess and straightened up ever so slightly.

"Whatever you have to say you can say to both of us."

Dean definitely had been rubbing off on me because I really had to stifle a chuckle that time. Yes, Sam was an adult now but I still couldn't help but view him as the little boy I was to babysit and care for. Being with Dean as often as I was, I was also able to detect his change in mood, even if it was slight. Dean's smirk was more forced than genuine now, getting frustrated himself.

"Okay, uhm, Dad hasn't been home in a few days," Dean said as he faced the pair fully and put his hands on his hips. My own expression of amusement had disappeared. This had gotten rather serious and really, we had no idea what to do at this point. We didn't want to involve Sammy but we didn't know what else to do. We had worked every angle ourselves and we had tried calling John but he never answered. Typical Winchester move.

"He's just working overtime, he'll come back sooner or later," Sam said, catching on to what Dean was saying. They were attempting to hide what they were really saying in front of Jess. We both could tell Jess had no idea as to what Sam's background really was and what his family really did for a living. I could respect that and I would want to keep that hidden if that were me.

"No Sam, he's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days," I said, stepping up to stand next to Dean. Dean's smirk was gone, expression completely serious.

Sam hesitated, earning a glance from Jess. He knew what this meant; he knew how serious this was. He had to. He sighed and cleared his throat. "Jess, please excuse us."

Jess nodded, obviously worried for Sam but not even knowing the extent of our words. I told that moment to entwine my fingers through Deans to reassure him everything would be okay. I felt his hand squeeze my own lightly to let me know the message was received and appreciated.

We walked down the stairs to get a little more privacy from potential listening ears. I could almost feel the irritation radiating from Sam as we descended.

"It's not that I'm not happy to see you guys but you break into my house in the middle of the night and expect me to go traveling with you again?" Sam protested.

"You obviously didn't hear what we said. Dad's missing and we need you to help us find him," Dean said, looking back as we reached the ground floor.

"You know I wouldn't have let him do it if I didn't think it wasn't important," I told Sammy, pleading with my eyes for him to understand. "We really didn't have any other choice."

Sam seemed to resist my pleas, rolling his eyes. "But he is always missing when he goes on hunts and he always is fine."

"Not for this long," Dean said, looking up at his younger brother. I folded my arms in front of my chest, feeling the worry eat a little inside of me. I knew Dean felt it too. This was different, something was wrong. "You going to come with us or not?"

"I'm not," Sam said, not hesitating to answer us this time. He shook his head at us, glancing between the two of us. "I swore I was done hunting for good."

"Come on, it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad," Dean said as he walked away, leaving Sam and I to follow him. Sometimes, I wanted to smack their heads together. This was one of those moments that they were both just unaware of how the other person felt but then again, this was Winchesters we are talking about.

"Oh ya? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45. I was nine years old! He was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark!" Sam argued, trailing after him. I followed right behind him, rolling my eyes at the pair of them. I swear if I kept rolling my eyes, they would roll right out of my skull. I did miss them together, but not like this. I forgot how many headaches I got because of their arguments.

"Well of course you are supposed to be afraid of the dark! You of all people should know that!" Dean said, almost appalled at his brother saying such a thing.

"Yeah I know but the way we grew up after Mom died and Dad's obsession with finding the thing that killed her and we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find," Sam said, angry now that we had just burst into his seemingly normal life.

"We save a lot of lives by doing so," I interjected, wanting Sam to remember why we did what we did. We didn't want people to go through what we went through. It wasn't fair to others.

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam said, making Dean even angrier.

Dean pushed himself out the door, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Sammy, don't," I warned him, pushing past him to catch up with Dean. I definitely didn't miss this part of being together at all.

"Why are you supporting Dean on this Addi? The same thing happened to you. We were raised like warriors. Do you think your mother would have wanted you raised this way?" Sammy asked me, grabbing my arm to make me turn around to face him.

"It's too late now Sammy. What are you going to do?" I asked, not meeting his gaze. I hated it when they were brought up. Years down the road and they were still a big sore spot for me.

"I want to live a safe life, away from that," Sammy said, now trying to plead with me to understand him. His eyes still did that puppy dog look that melted my heart. It was one of my biggest weak areas and Sam knew it.

"Is that why you ran away?" Dean said, still angry and trying not to blow up on his little brother.

Sam dropped his arm, letting go of me. "I just went to college. Dad was the one who said that if I was going to just stay gone."

"Look Sam, Dad's in trouble. We can feel it and we can't do it alone. We need you," I said softly. "Please Sammy."

Sam gave in, knowing just how serious we were and we weren't dropping it. He let out another sigh. "What was he hunting?"

Dean didn't immediately answer. He wanted over to the impala and opened the trunk, lifting the false bottom. He motioned for us to come over so he could show Sam what he had as far as John was concerned.

"Why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked me as we walked over to the impala and carefully leaned up against it.

"We were working our own case. Some voodoo thing in New Orleans," I answered, glancing down at the papers Dean was flipping through to find what he wanted.

"He let you guys work your own case?" Sam asked, a bit surprised.

"We are older than you Sam, we've been working our own cases for a while now," I said, smiling at him.

"Alright," Dean interrupted, "Dad was checking out some disappearances outside of Jericho, California. This guy was driving around and went completely M. I. A."

"Maybe he was kidnapped?" Sam theorized, glancing over the missing person's report Dean just handed to him.

"Yeah well here's another one in April, another in December, and a few more in '03 and '98. A total of ten within the last twenty years," Dean said matter-of-factly as he looked up at Sammy from the small pile of missing persons reports in his hands.

"They all went missing on the same stretch of road. John went digging around and that was three weeks ago," I added, straightening the edge of my leather jacket. "We haven't heard from him since which is bad enough."

"And then we got this voicemail yesterday," Dean said, pulling out a recorded from the trunk and played it.

The voicemail had been scratchy and we hadn't been able to hear John clearly for at least half of it. From what we could gather, he knew something was going on and he was going to investigate it. He also said to be careful and he told Dean that he loved him. That in of itself was rare. John was the King on how to not express feelings like that.

"I slowed it down and ran a wave on it to double check and…" Dean said as he re-winded it and slowed it down. All three of us could hear a woman whispering that she could never go home.

"Never go home?" Sam repeated, lost in his own train of thought for a moment as he tried to come up with an answer.

"You know, we've never bothered you for the last two years Sam," Dean said, looking expectantly at Sammy.

"Alright I'll go," Sam said finally. "I'll help you find him but I have to be back first thing Monday. Wait here."

"What's on Monday?" I asked, moving away from the impala so Dean could put the false bottom back and close the trunk.

"I have a job interview," he said. "A law school interview. It's my whole future on a plate. Do we have a deal, or not?"

Dean didn't answer for a moment and I knew what was running through his head so I answered for him. "Of course Sammy."

He nodded and went back into his house, most likely to pack and let his girlfriend know where he was going. I turned to Dean, raising my eyebrow at him. "You are going to make sure he makes it back to the interview, right?"

Dean didn't answer once again, looking down at his hands as he leaned up against his baby. I sighed and moved over to him, taking his hands in my own. "It'll be okay. Everything will work out and if we can pull this off and make sure Sammy gets back to what he wants to do, maybe we'll hear from him more often."

Dean knew I was full of shit. I was just trying to make him feel better but he didn't call me on it. He only leaned forward to kiss me on my forehead.

It was one of those moments I just needed to know what Dean was thinking. I could guess but I was never sure. He inherited his father's lack of communication. I rubbed my thumbs along the back of his hands, focusing on him alone. It was only a moment before I could hear his train of thought. He was worried that what we were going to find would be something we couldn't come back from and that Sammy could get hurt and would be let down that we dragged him into this.

Now, I know this sounds crazy. Hearing people's thoughts, right? But I've been experiencing it ever since Sam left. I haven't had the courage to tell Dean or John about it because even in our world, that would land you straight in the nuthouse. I didn't know why I had it, or what to do it with, but sometimes it came in handy. I've been trying to make the best out of something I had no clue of. I knew I would have to bring it up sooner or later but now was definitely not the time. I had been hoping that through all of our hunts, I would be able to find the answers I was looking for.

"It will be okay," I repeated, smiling up at him.

XxXxX

The whole car ride to Jericho I sat in the backseat, making Sam sit by his brother so they could talk. I was pretty quiet, knowing that at this point, their relationship was strained and they needed to catch up. I didn't ask too many questions, just napped most of the way there so I wouldn't have to entertain Dean or have a conversation with Sam so he wouldn't have to talk.

"Well I checked with the morgue and there's no one there with Dad's description so that's good at least," Sam said, optimistic.

I was staring at the window and as we started to round a corner we saw a few cop cars blocking off a bridge to the side of the road. I leaned forward and placed a hand on Dean. Dean was already a step ahead of me as he slowed down the car and stopped on the other side of the road.

Showtime. This was one of my favorite parts about the job.

"Pass me my badge," I told Dean, flipping my hand over and waited for him to place it in my hand. He grinned and leaned over to Sam, pulling out a box with our fake badges out of the glove compartment. He placed it in my hand and I quickly adjusted myself, fluffing my hair and straightening out my clothes. It wasn't the attire I would pick to pretend to be an FBI agent but my leather jacket, skinny jeans, and boots would work for now.

"Come on Sammy," I said excitedly as I got out of the car. Dean passed him his badge, mirroring my own expression before he got out of the impala as well.

Sammy trudged along behind us, not saying anything. If I concentrated hard enough I could hear him thinking just how much he hated impersonating government agents and how much trouble we could get in if we were caught. There were quite a few things we did that bothered him but he didn't voice them. He was trying to be patient until he could return to his girlfriend.

As we approached the cops, I focused hard on who looked like was in charge. Three individuals pretending to be Federal Marshals would look a little suspicious. Reading minds wasn't the only thing I could do. If I focused well enough and the other person didn't have a lot of willpower, I could easily change someone's train of thought. It wasn't something I did often, nor was I proud of, but it helped sometimes.

"You had another one missing a month ago, correct?" Dean asked, flashing his charming smile at the cop in charge.

The cop looked down at three of us, eyebrows furrowed. We definitely weren't dressed the part and just looked like exactly what we were, people passing through. "Who are you?"

"Federal Marshals," I jumped in, flashing my badge at him. I didn't smile or show any kind of softness in my expression. I was entirely focused on using my Jedi-like powers to convince this man we were what we claimed to be.

"This is my partner and our…protégé as we like to call him," I said as I gestured to the Winchesters behind me. "We've got some red flags popping up in your town here with all of these missing person cases."

The cop hesitated, wanting to disregard us entirely. We looked too young to be Federal Marshals, so he was suspicious. I raised an eyebrow at him as I pushed through the last of his unsuspecting willpower and he just nodded, shrugging off whatever slight headache he had just gotten. I resisted smiling in triumph.

"Has there been any other connection besides them being males?" Dean asked while he circled the car parked haphazardly in the middle of the roadway. He glanced up at the cop momentarily before scanning the interior again.

"No," the cop said, readjusting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Did you know him?" Sam asked, definitely taking a kinder approach. If anything that only helped the cop think he was the protégé and hadn't earned the rudeness and toughness from being a Marshal.

"Yeah. In this town, everyone knows everyone. It's kind of hard not to know someone," He said, glancing at the other cop sweeping the abandoned car for any signs of struggle.

"Any theories?" I asked, glancing behind me at the two brothers that were circling the car and finally came to a stop behind me.

"Serial murdering or kidnapping ring," the cop said with another shrug. They were completely clueless, and they had every right to be.

"Figured a small town cop would say something like that," Dean commented with a smirk, earning Sam's foot stomping down on his own.

"Thank you for your time," I said, smiling finally and turning away. I kept my head held high and didn't look back. Confidence was the key to pulling off a stunt like that. I could hear Sam and Dean argue behind me as we walked away.

"Can I help you?" A man asked, dressed in a uniform and standing in front of two other men also wearing a uniform.

Well if I'll be damned if these guys weren't part of the Feds or something.

"No, we were just leaving," I said, grabbing Dean and Sam from behind me, leading them around the trio of officers.

As we all climbed back into the car, I saw the man who had stopped us on the way back to the impala was staring at us. I stared right back until we pulled away. Hopefully that won't bite us in the ass if he is too suspicious. I wish I would have had time to try my Jedi moves on him but it would have given everything away if I had tried.

XxXxX

Not long after our run in with the local police, we found a girl hanging up a flyer on the missing guy. The boys soon had her convinced we were relatives and we stepped inside a little restaurant to ask her some questions about the night he disappeared. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but there were rumors from a local legend floating around that some people thought were the cause of his disappearance. I leaned back in the booth, watching the two girls share some looks before delving into the local legends story. This was normally how supernatural cases started.

Apparently there was a murder a few decades ago of this girl and her ghost haunts the road she was killed on. She appears sometimes, looking to hitchhike and those who pick her up, disappear. Definitely fit our quota. Sounded like if it was a ghost, we needed to burn her bones to put her to rest and that would be the end of it. I shared a look with Dean, not needing to read his thoughts to know we were thinking along the same lines.

The girls promptly left, going back to hanging more fliers around town. We began commandeering a nearby computer to research more on this dead woman to see the story and where she might be buried.

After a few minutes of Dean trying to search, Sam shoved him out of the way to use his own methods of searching. Dean punched him, muttering something about Sam being a control freak.

"Try searching by suicide," I suggested, leaning forward to see the screen better. Maybe I needed to invest in reading glasses soon.

"That's just what I was thinking," Sam said as he entered it into the search bar. It came up with one story, the one we were looking for.

Dean looked at the two of us with a raised eyebrow while Sam read the story on the woman's death. Definitely fit the stretch of road we were investigating. Of course, we had to go check it out at night. Not creepy at all.

We walked along the bridge the ghost woman had seemingly jumped from back in the early eighties. Once again, the two boys were arguing. I had stopped listening as soon as it started. One day, I really was going to knock their heads together. I glanced down at the rushing water below me, imagining what it would have been like to jump. I shivered at the prospect and looked back up, freezing where I stood.

"Guys," I said in a warning tone, staring at what I was sure was there. I could hear them shut up as they looked where I was looking.

There stood a woman in a white dress, standing on the railing of the bridge. Her long black hair was loose around her shoulders and she glanced back at us for a moment before down at the water. I cautiously started moving towards her. I didn't know if this was the ghost woman or not, but I wasn't about to let someone jump of the bridge if it wasn't.

"Addi!" I heard Dean protest as I moved. I knew he wouldn't be far behind me, he never was. We were inseparable.

I watched the woman start to lean over the water, father and father until she was falling. I went from a walk into a run, reaching for a woman that wasn't even there in the first place. I hung over the edge, neither hearing nor seeing a splash from the woman jumping off.

That's when we heard the impala start.

Strange…it was only us out here and no one was in the car. Dean had locked it when we all got out…

The car started moving, revving the engine and picking up speed.

"Move!" Dean yelled, grabbing my arm and turned away from the car, practically dragging me along with him as all three of us ran away from the hijacked car.

"What the hell?" I gasped out; glancing behind me to see the car was awfully close.

"Jump!" Sam said as he vaulted over the side. Dean followed suit but me, I wasn't that brave. I was afraid of heights and I hesitated. I hesitated long enough for the impala to hit my leg, sending my forehead to meet the pavement. Everything went black.

XxXxX

"Addison?" I heard a familiar and distant voice call out to me in my void of darkness. I could feel my head throbbing painfully and my leg hurt almost as bad. It took a moment to remember what had happened and I opened my eyes.

"Addi," I heard Dean say with relief, smiling down at me from his crouched position. He brushed a finger along my forehead and I winced in pain. When he withdrew it, I could see blood on his finger. That's when I also saw he was covered in mud.

"Dean actually jumped all the way, I managed to hold on to the railing," Sam said when he saw my expression.

"Here Addi," Dean said as he held out a hand to help me up. I took it and felt a sense of vertigo. My leg chose that moment to throb painfully, making it give out and nearly collapse on the ground. Dean caught me, giving me a moment to figure out what was up and down and rub my leg. I could feel the cold mud and water start to seep into my clothes from leaning onto Dean and I hoped to god he hadn't hurt himself by jumping.

"Thanks. I'm fine guys, sorry," I apologized, testing my weight on my injured leg. Didn't feel broken or fractured, most likely a nasty bruise. As far as my forehead, well, I'm sure that did not make me look pretty at all.

"Why didn't you jump?" Dean asked, not letting go of me. His overprotectiveness was kicking in again. Well, at least shifting gears from Sammy to me.

"Just didn't make it in time," I said with a weak smile. Dean knew me better than that but he decided to drop it for the moment. I'm sure I would hear about it later.

"You sure you're alright?" Dean asked as I limped out of his grip. I forced a smile at the pair, brushing my dark hair out of my face.

"Peachy," I answered.

They shared a look before shaking their heads in unison. Dean turned around and quickly inspected his car, finding nothing out of place or out of the ordinary. I softly felt around my forehead for my wound, attempting to find the extent of how bad it was. Didn't feel life threatening so I figured I'd be just fine.

"That Constance is a bitch," Dean said as he shut the hood to his baby and yelled it out across the bridge. He definitely wasn't happy. The dead woman happened to mess with him in all the wrong ways.

Sam stifled a chuckle, still trying not to make fun of Dean for his appearance. It did look a tad funny considering Dean was always trying to be the charming and good-looking guy around everyone.

We drove back into town and by the time we found a cheap hotel, the sun was already up. My head was throbbing even more now and I just wanted a nice hot shower. I'm sure Dean felt the same way. I stayed out in the car while the two boys went to book a room for the night so I wouldn't have to call attention to us with my head wound. I closed my eyes for just a second before the car door opened on my side. I blocked the sun out of my vision as I climbed out.

"Dad's been here. He booked a room," Dean explained as he helped me out. He led me towards the room the hotel manager had told them had been John's. Sam was already working on picking the lock and when we stood next to him, we heard the lock click. We were in.

"Dude, look at this," Sam said as he slowly entered, looking around the very messy room. Pictures and newspaper articles hung on the walls wherever there was space. There was a salt ring on the floor with a box in the center. I passed along one of the walls, skimming over the pictures of the missing guys from the last twenty years.

"Dean, I'm sorry about what I said about-" Sam began to say after a moment of exploring the room but Dean interrupted him.

"No chick flick moments."

"Fine…jerk," Same said, smiling slightly at his older brother.

"Bitch," Dean returned, a hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes.

At least they apologized, in the way they usually do. They always had a way of pissing each other off, but then again they always had a way of apologizing with each other.

"I'm going to take a shower, clean myself off," Dean said and headed towards the shower. He stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, looking over at me expectantly.

I felt a blush cover my cheeks and I glanced at Sam, who was busy looking at all the pictures of the ghost woman hanging on one section of wall.

Dean rolled his eyes at me. "I want to make sure I clean off your head and take a look at your leg."

Sam looked up and glanced between Dean and I before a blush rose to his cheeks. "Oh come on…really guys? You can't wait 'til Monday when I'm out of your hair?"

Dean took the opportunity to be a smartass and grin at his younger brother. "I can explain how the birds and the bees work Sammy. Addi and I have been practicing for a while now."

"Shut up Dean!" I said my face completely red at this point. I hobbled over to the shower and dragged Dean in, earning laughter as I slammed the door behind us.

Dean started warm water running in the tub before turning to me, wiggling his eyebrows. "Come on…we haven't done anything fun in a while."

"Not with Sammy here," I said, shaking my head and starting to undress him. I smacked his hands as they started to wander, even though I wished we could have alone time. The last few gigs we had been doing and then this whole thing with John had really cut into our relationship. There wasn't 'us' time anymore; with or without the intimacy. It was just the hunt.

He chuckled and kissed my cheek, earning a smile from me.

"You first," I said as I gestured to the shower. "I'm not letting your muddy hands touch me. I want you clean."

"Come on baby, we've been dirty before," he teased before hopping in the shower.

I went to check out my face in the mirror but I was hauled into the shower with Dean, clothes and all. I choked on a shriek, unable to make any sound come out because of how surprised I was.

"I don't like showering alone," he said with a fake pout, fluttering his eyelashes like a sixteen-year-old girl trying to get her way.

"I told you Dean, not with Sammy here," I said with a sigh. I stripped in the shower, might as well clean up if I'm already getting wet. I took that opportunity to start cleaning the mud out of Dean's hair.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked after a moment of silent, green eyes studying me. He brushed some hair out of my face, glancing at the mark on my head before straight into my eyes. This was the Dean I knew; the kind, caring one that tended to hide underneath his sassiness toughness, and humor.

"I'm fine," I said. The warm water spraying on my head stung but it would need to be washed anyway. "I've been through worse before and been okay."

That also came with the job.

He hugged me close to him, careful to mind where I hit my head. He let out a soft sight, trailing his fingers on my back. I have to say, it is one of the easiest ways to relax me. I nuzzled into his shoulder.

"I love you Dean," I whispered.

"I know," he said.