A/N: this has been in the works for AGES, I've only just got round to re-drafting and editing, and here's the finished result of chapter one…I NEED REVIEWS TO UPLOAD THE SECOND CHAPTER, I'm fed up of people reading, but not reviewing…you don't even have to have a fanfiction account…please R AND R! Love you guys *mmmmwwaahh*

Oh and I do not own anything to do with Supernatural (except for this plot)

I Should Have Known

Dean was sat at Sam's bedside, Ruby was leant against the wall, her arms crossed against her chest, Castiel was stood behind Dean, looking more concerned about Dean than Sam's wellbeing, and I was waiting outside. This was a 'family' matter, and I didn't want to intrude. When the nurse eventually ushered them out, Dean wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair, calming down. Ruby emerged from the room, glancing in our direction; she shrugged on her tightly fitting leather jacket, walking towards the exit. Castiel stood in the middle of the corridor, hesitant, looking at our loving embrace, with unusual pain hidden in his eyes, he bowed his head, before following Ruby.

"How is Sam?" I asked Dean, as we walked towards the elevator, he didn't respond at first, he was silent as we left the hospital. I understood, Sam's situation was delicate, and talking about it wasn't easy for Dean.

"They say he's improving, but they don't know anything full-term," Dean explained as he fumbled with the keys, walking towards the car. I nodded, knowing not to push him any further.

"Which motel then?" Dean asked, as we drove away from the hospital. I sighed, and slouched n my seat, dean sensed my frustration and annoyance, and placed a hand on my thigh, I pushed his hand away.

"Just drive Dean," I said firmly, pressing my head against the window. He knew I hated sleeping in horrible, stingy motel rooms; it was gross, de-rating, uncomfortable, and any…bedroom activities…were out of the question in a motel room.

"We can always stay in a hotel?" Dean suggested, trying to convince me that he wasn't all that bad, I slightly smiled at his attempt to keep me happy.

"I have an idea," I say, snuggling into Dean's side, putting my hands up his t-shirt, stealing his body heat. He shuddered, flinching away from my skin contact.

"My parent's house is only twenty minutes away, and they're on the annual winter ski trip." Dean didn't need much persuading, he was like a horny teenager, which meant he hadn't changed much since the day I met him. He skipped three red lights, and several stop lights on the way, and couldn't break hard enough as we pulled up outside my parent's house. Standing on the porch, Dean turned to me and smirked.

"It feels like years since I stole you away from your parents," Dean grinned. I shook my head as I unlocked the front door. The house was quiet but still warm and homely. Dean went straight to the kitchen, following his stomach.

"Babe, there's a note in here for you!" Dean bellowed as I kicked off my shoes. I slowly wandered into the kitchen. Dean was eating a bag of chips, reading the note. I snatched the note from him, keeping myself out of touching range. I read the note; my mother's familiar script adorned the lavender coloured paper.

"Alexis, if there's a chance you're reading this, after you left us for those Winchester boys, we return home at the end of January as usual. There's money in the hidey hole, we love you darling. Love us x P.S your father says that if you had to date one of them, he'd prefer it to be Dean. You and I both know why. Again Love you x"

I chuckled, they always hoped I would return home, but I was glad my dad approved of Dean, even though with Dad's literature background, I had expected him to have preferred good boy, well behaved, respectable Sam.

Dean was sat staring at me, like I had something on my face.

"What?" I asked him as he gave me his classic puppy dog eyes, as he scrunched up the empty chip packet and put it in the trash can.

"Will you make me dinner?" Dean asked, with a smile.

All he ever wanted was sex and food, and since I refused to have sex with him while we staying in motels, his eating had reached a new high, it was bizarre.

"At dinner time, you've just eaten and I need to phone Mom and Dad first," I kissed him on the cheek, taking the house phone from the holster, and dialled the number for my parents holiday phone, and then stood waiting for someone to answer . I watch Dean explore the house, and as Dean would, he was touching all my parents' antiques.

"Alexis?" my mother's voice echoed in my ear drum.

"Yes, mom?" I asked, she sounded a little panicked, Dean span around, watching me carefully.

"Oh sweetie, how are you? Are you home?" mom couldn't shut up; she seemed so excited to hear from me. I scribbled a note to Dean on a scrap of paper, telling him to put his precious car into the garage, and to bringing our bags inside, before shoving it into his hand. He read it carefully, and then disappeared.

"Mom, I'm fine, me and Dean are staying at the house, while Sam's in the hospital. I hope you don't mind." I said shyly, I knew Dad wouldn't be happy about Dean staying at the house, alone, with me.

"Of course it's okay, darling. Your father asks that you stay until we return," mom said, in a knowing tone, I laughed and shook my head to myself.

"Dad and his cars," I sighed as Dean stumbled, carrying our bags, dumping them by the door.

"Me and your father are about to go skiing, we love you darling," before I could respond, she hung up on me. I turned to look at Dean, and I smiled softly. He shrugged off his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor, and he pulled me into his arms, making me giggle, I circled his neck with my arms, letting him lift me into his arms…