Zoey's eyes opened with a snap.

It was pitch black. The clock on her bedside table told her it was 3am. She listened intently, having been awoken by a creaking noise. After a few moments, she heard it again. It was coming from behind her, it almost sounded like it was on the other side of her bed. She reached over and turned her lamp on, then slowly she turned around. There was no-one there. She sat up and watched where she had heard the creaking.

"Boo!" Came a voice, as a familiar head appeared over the side of her bed, making Zoey jump.

"Dean, you bastard!" Zoey cursed as he laughed, before plonking himself next to her on the bed. "You're pure evil, you know that?"

"You know it," he grinned, his hands behind his head.

"At least do me the courtesy of telling me what the hell you're doing in my bedroom at 3 in the morning?"

"What, you don't remember what we did last night?" Dean asked, pretending to be shocked. Zoey threw a pillow at him. "Ow," he said sarcastically. "Ow!" He exclaimed as she threw a book at him this time. "Seriously, dude, a book?"

"It'll be the lamp next time," she told him in all seriousness. "What are you doing here?"

"Okay, okay, geez." He rubbed his shoulder where the book had hit him. A bruise was forming. "I'd forgotten how violent you are. Which brings me to my next point. I need your help. You and Sam."

"With what?"

"What do you think?"

Zoey frowned slightly. "John forbade me from ever hunting again, Dean. Are you actually disobeying his orders for once?"

"That's the thing. He's gone hunting, and I haven't heard from him in a few days. We need to go find him, all three of us."

Zoey scoffed. "You really think Sam'll come? You think John'd be very happy if he knew you were dragging my ass out there to find him? He's experienced, Dean, he'll find his own way back-"

"It needs to be all of us," Dean interrupted. "Dammit, Zoey, I'm not doing this without you."

Zoey sighed. "Fine. You go get Sam, I'll meet you there." She stood up and turned the main light on, and turned around to find Dean was still on the bed, watching her. "Oi. Dean. My face is up here."

He looked up at her, grinning. "Right. Hey, why don't we wait 'til morning to wake little Sammy up?" Dean stood up from the bed and made his way over to her.

Zoey folded her arms, her eyebrows raised. "And why would we do that?"

"Baby needs his sleep," he shrugged. He was standing right in front of her now. She still had to look up slightly to see him. "And, you know... it's been a while." He gently stroked her cheek with his finger, and moved a piece of hair out of her face. "I thought maybe we could catch up."

Zoey looked into Dean's eyes. She'd been in this position many times before. She knew she only did it to keep her mind off him. Off of Sam. She loved him more than she could describe, had done for many years, but he had no idea. No-one did. The night she first became intimate with Dean was the same day she found out Sam was seeing Jessica. But she had no reason now, she could walk away, she could say no. But she didn't. Dean's lips met hers, and although her mind told her to pull away, she only wrapped her arms around his neck. She knew she should put her feet back on the ground, but she let him lift her up. As Dean lay her on the bed, every ounce of sense in her told her to get off, but she found Dean climbing over her body. She should have made him stop, she should have moved his hands away, but they crawled over her body and his, slowly removing their clothes. This was her last chance to stop it, to stop him, to stop both of them... she could just sit up, put her clothes back on and go talk to Sam. Pretend nothing had happened. But it was too late.