Disclaimer: I Own Naomi and My Imagination. anything else isnt mine Just borrowin!

Warnings: None, yet...but c'mon its me...

Spoilers: None

A/N: Right, i need you guys to help me on this one, any helpful hints, on idea's, how to improve, if i shoud give up... would be great! either review or pm me!

So thats about it... Enjoy?

Sam looked across the room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he tried to make out Dean's form in his bed. Sam rubbed his aching eyes, it was around four thirty in the morning and Sam was bone tired. For the past two weeks he had been looking for ways to save Dean from this deal he had made.

They all had. Well everyone except Dean. He was alright just to sit back and eat as much fatty crap as he wanted, drink like a fish and be as reckless on the last four hunts they had been on. Sam wanted him to help so badly, even if he just read one book or made one Goddamned phone call, Sam would be happy but he hadn't and he wasn't going to.

A small noise made Sam turn his head from the book that was at least one hundred times as thick as the bible and a million times more boring, Sam smiled sweetly as she snuggled down into Dean, his arm threw loosely over her tanned waist, her head tucked into the space that was between his jaw and shoulder. She just seemed to fit into him no matter what way they were sitting, laying, standing, kneeling, whatever, she just managed to adjust her body to fit his.

Sam grinned closing the book, he would be of no use to them if he was dead from exhaustion. Sam set the book and torch on the night stand and shimmied down the bed turning so his back was to the opposite bed. They were known to start the day with a few rounds of one on one and Sam was dead cert that he didn't wanna open his eyes to that…

…Sure she was as pretty as all those airbrushed models in those stupid magazines she buys then leaves in their motel room when she gets back in her Classic black 69' mustang and makes the long drive from where ever they where to Layton, Florida to get back to work. Sam snuggled into the pillow counting the cigarette stains on the wall and the different ridges where the furniture had been moved and moved back then moved again. Another muffled groan and Sam smiled , they'd argue next, Dean would huff--

"Naomi?" Dean shook her gently, "Naomi?" concern laced his voice breaking Sam's concentration and causing him to turn around.

"Mmhmm?" she breathed blinking open languid eyes. Dean huffed slightly but lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips, before telling her to go back to sleep. She protested but Dean just shushed her with another kiss and pulled her into him.

Sam was staggered by Dean's actions. Deep down he knew his dumbass of a brother was capable of it but he had just never seen him like this, well he had but he wasn't supposed to remember it well, in all honesty he wasn't sure how he could have remembered it but that was another thought for another sleepless night.

The first strands of daylight filtered into the room and Sam rolled over into his side and then back again. He shook his head and Dean let out a slow laugh. "So not cool." Sam droned, furiously rubbing his eyes as though he could remove the image of Dean and Naomi from his mind.

He felt his bed dip and opened his eyes opened to look into a dazzling set of ocean blue eyes. Naomi pushed her fringe out of her face and smiled a really lazy smile. The sun that filtered through the blinds cast shadows across her shapely figure, it seemed to illuminate her good points and shadow her few bad points. Confused by the look on her face he slowly sat up suddenly feeling self conscious around her. She giggled making Sam blush furiously.

Dean looked across from the other bed, then made the short few steps to Sam's bed where he sat down behind Naomi, nuzzling her hair then her shoulder. "No way you guys that's just weird, its sick!" he mumbled out pulling the blankets up around his chest. Dean and Naomi looked at each other, confusion etched on their faces, before Naomi burst into fits of laughter, nearly tumbling off of the bed.

"No Sammy," she giggled, reaching behind Dean and presenting the little cup cake with the candle in it to Sam. "Happy Birthday, you little pervert." she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Sam was dumbfounded. He hadn't remembered but they had, well she had at least.

Dean smiled and pushed a little box along the bed. Couldn't have been more than eight maybe nine inches long, four at the most wide. Sam bit down on his lip unsure of what was in the box. As if reading his mind Dean pushed the box further towards Sam's free hand. Setting the cake down on the bed side table he picked the box up running his fingers over the shiny paper and satin ribbon and bow. He breathed out and looked up.

"Oh For Heavens Sake Sammy, the box wont open itself now will it?!" Dean questioned, the suspense beginning to torture him. Naomi nudged him in the ribs, a painful hint for him to shut up, one that he always took no matter the circumstances. Sam took hold of the bow and tugged gently, not wanting to spoil it.

Opening the paper and bow took what seemed like forever. Sam sucked in a breath when he opened the box and pushed back the layer of tissue paper. Running his fingers over the smooth metal his eyes began to fill with tears; to many people this would seem like just a dagger but as he ran his fingers over his initials, then up the smooth blade again, he realised that it was far from a normal dagger. There were ten in the set. This was the tenth. He grinned up at Dean. He had remembered. Sam placed the dagger carefully back in the box like he had done for the past few years.

When he was sixteen he had spotted them in this ammo shop he was in. Dad had told him no, that they had enough knifes in the car but for his 17th birthday Dean had given him the two largest blades then every year gave him one, even when he was at Stanford. Sam set the box on the bed and leant forward hugging Naomi close as he patted Dean's shoulder. "Like it?" Dean asked and Sam smiled.

"I love it Dean, " Sam sighed grabbing for the dagger again.

"You're new favourite?" Naomi half joked as she stood up, fingers raking through Dean's short hair. "I'm gonna go shower up then we'll take you for breakfast ok?" she whispered looking at Sam as she tilted Dean's head up to give him a kiss.

The front of her hair fell forward covering they're faces as her hands cupped his jaw. She pulled back, licking her lips as she made her way around the bed and into the bathroom.

"She's amazing." Sam whispered as he unfolded himself from the covers in the bed and Dean laughed running his fingers through the path hers had taken just a few moments before.

"And she's mine," Dean laughed as he lightly punched Sam on the shoulder.

"Yeah, and you deserve to be happy." Sam smiled at Dean.

"Look Man for just one day can we forget about this and hang out enjoy your birthday?" Dean asked as he stood up next to his not-so-little brother. Sam smiled but didn't say anything just a simple half nod in half agreement. Dean looked towards the bathroom door and Sam let out a laugh.

"On you go I think I can go two minutes without you." Sam said playfully and Dean punched him on the arm again.

"Gonna be a lot longer than two minutes if I have anything to do with it." He winked as he pushed open the door.

"Sure." Sam retorted sarcasm dripping off of the word. So this is what normal feels like? he thought as he poured himself a coffee and Naomi shrieked.