Little white lies- I know CriticalskyZ already has one like this but no one is going to be attacked at least I'm not sure yet. It's more on how Sam reacts when he finds out Dean's huge secret.

Thanks to CriticalskyZ's prompting for this story, since she the one who told me to go for it, so if you don't like it you can all blame her. LOL.

They had just settled down into the motel room. Sam was snuggling down into his bed, away from the door. It had been this way for 23 years. Dean slept closest to the door, to protect Sam for the evils of the night. Sam watched as Dean, settled into his bed, his knife under the pillow, just incases some one got the drop on them. Plus it always made Dean feel a little bit better. They just came back from hunt a nasty little spirit that belonged to a little girl, who was pissed a cop car ran her off the road. It didn't take long to find her grave, salt and burn her. Sam felt a little bad for her; this mystery was on going. Maybe now she would be at piece. Sam let out a sigh as he tried to get comfortable.

"Night Sam."

"Goodnight Dean."

Within a few minutes the Winchester were both snoring softly, until a small soft ring came out of Dean's cell phone. Dean opened his eyes and it took him a minute to find what he was looking for, he slide his hand under his pillow, careful not to slice his hand open on his knife. Dean hit the silencer on the cell phone as he eased out of bed, he tiptoed past Sam, whispering to the other person on the other end to 'hang on a minute' he went out the door with the phone pressed to his ear.

Sam opened one eye and then the other one, to make sure his brother wasn't still in the room. Sam sat up; this was the third night in a row that Dean got a mysterious call in the middle of the night. He never mentioned it at all though. Sam wanted to ask Dean, who was disturbing his sleep but really wasn't sure if he should send Dean into a rant.

Sam inched closer to the window; Dean was leaning against the car door deep in his conversation. Sam looked over at his cell, if this happened again he was going to call Dean on his cell phone. Sam saw his brother look towards the motel room, he shrank back from the window, back over to his bed. Sam was willing to let this go for tonight, but he was going to get down to the bottom of who Dean was talking to.

Dean, looked back over at the motel, he had thought he saw Sam's shadow passing by, but decided it was 2AM and he was just seeing things. His attention went back to the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Dean, hey are you listening to me or is your mind drifting off into space again?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I was more tired than I thought. I hate to cut this short but I have to get a few more hours of sleep in. I should be in Dallas in a few days and we can get together then okay?"

" That sounds great, I guess I'll talk to you when you get there then. Good night Dean."

Dean stared at the cell phone knowing that, that wasn't true, he'd be calling tomorrow to make sure things were okay. Dean tucked his cell phone away as he made his way back to the motel room. He hoped Sam wouldn't have a nightmare tonight and they'd at least get to sleep until noon.

I'm sorry that was all I had for right now…