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chapter 3
"Oh yeah, this is nice. Just walking in the middle of the night in God knows what rural town. Not to mention we've been walking on this black road for thirty minutes." I bantered, not that it would help our situation.
"Well, our room is only about a mile away. Maybe two." Sam shrugged, scratching the back of his head.
I could hear the crickets singing to each other in the woods in the extending trees on either side of us. "I feel like I'm in Jeepers Creepers."
Sam chuckled. "Come on, we're almost halfway to being almost halfway there. It can't be that bad." He looked down at me, just being able to make out my playful 'are you serious' expression through the dark. "Okay, you're right. I agree." He smiled.
"You're brother is such a dick!" I yelled out, hearing my words echo for three seconds before we were left with the sound of our sneakers against the pavement again.
"You just realized that?" Sam shook his head, taking a gulp of the fresh beer that Dean had ordered at the bar and left behind when he left the two of us. Sam claimed he just didn't want the money going to waste, so he took it with him. Right now, I don't blame him.
"Oh no, I was aware. But taking the Impala and driving some woman with a pretty face off to her place just so he could get laid and leave us behind so that we have to walk back to the motel?" I bounced on my tippy toes, looking at the younger Winchester. "What kinda shit is that?"
"Only something Dean would do." He answered.
"You got that right, my friend." I reached out and took the beer from him. "I hope you know you're sharing this with me." A sweet smile placed itself on my lips as I looked up at him.
I couldn't see him clearly in the dark, but his tall frame was visible. What I could see was when he smiled as well as his eyes, but couldn't be sure when he was looking at me or not.
"Oh really, is that how that works?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, that's how it works." I rolled my eyes, letting the alcohol refresh the back of my throat as I swallowed before passing him the bottle again.
We walked for another ten minutes with only the company of our silent thoughts before Sam spoke up.
"So you're really surprised that Dean left us?"
The way it was phrased caused my pulse to quicken. I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I just don't like the fact that he did." I said lowly, my blue eyes on the dark road ahead of us.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see him open his mouth as if to say something, but then he closed it. After a moment I wonder if I just imagined it.
I crossed my arms lightly, liking when the wind blew just a fraction. A twig cracked then, off to my left somewhere within the trees. My breath caught in my throat and I stopped walking, taking a step back and into Sam.
"What's wrong?"
"I heard something." I told in caution.
"It's probably just an animal." Sam reasoned.
"Which is exactly what I'm afraid of. I don't feel like being some thing's dinner."
"Maybe we should check it out." He suggested, pursing his lips and looking where I was pointing.
"Are you kidding, that's exactly how you die in a scary movie." I said in disbelief. "Don't laugh at me, I'm serious."
"Which is why I'm laughing. Jane, you're a hunter whose afraid of some bird or rabbit. And this isn't a scary movie. It's...it's life." He shook his head in conclusion. "You know, I'm just gonna see what it is." Sam started walking towards the dirt and grass leading into the shadowed forest.
"Are you kidding me? Sam." I called, watching him leave. When he didn't stop I knew he was serious. "Sammy, wait." I caught up with him, grabbing a hold of his jacket and tugging.
Sam stopped and looked down at me. "Jane, you're really-"
"I'm not scared, I'm..." I cast my face down, looking at my feet even though the itch of his gaze was on me. "Please just don't leave me." I whispered, biting back the last two words I had been about to add after that. 'like Dean.'
Who was I kidding? Honestly, I was upset that the big jerk left us just for some stranger. I was upset because he left me like nothing, and that even though I knew it would keep happening, it still hurt me every time. Telling Sam wouldn't work. That's his younger brother. What would he think of me after confiding in him?
"I mean, you're the only Winchester I have right now." I said truthfully. "So come on." I did my best to pull him along by his sleeve.
"Okay, just don't rip my arm off." Sam joked, smiling. "And don't call me Sammy." He said a moment later after some thought, to which I only laughed.
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"I never thought I'd be happier to see the inside of a motel room." I exclaimed, kicking off my sneakers immediately, looking over at Sam who was locking our room door.
"Dean is a douche for making us walk back." Sam sat down on his bed.
"You just realized that?" I mimicked our earlier talk with a smile which got me a playful glare.
Taking my bag laying next to the table, I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Flicking the switch, the light almost seemed blinding when it revealed my reflection in the stained mirror. I stepped closer, looking at myself and saw the faint dark lines under my blue eyes which just hinted how tired I was. I stripped off my clothes, dropping them at my feet and dug around in my bag for pajamas, but my regular gray sweat pants and baggy long sleeved shirt were dirty from wearing them, soda stains and all, for the past week and a half.
Reluctantly, I pulled out the batman shorts and tank top I had purposely placed at the bottom of my bag. The shorts, I realized, wasn't a problem as I put them on. They were black with the original yellow bat logo printed all over and the length stopped right at my knee which was perfect. Looking over the tank top, I ignored my disgust and put it on. It fit snug against me, hugging my torso, which is what I hated. The spaghetti straps just made me feel naked.
To ease my nerves, I took out my thin blue sweater that was folded in my bag. After making sure there were no stains on it and that it smelled fine, I pulled it on, even though I couldn't zip it up since the zipper broke months ago, not that I remember how.
Frowning, I stuffed my dirty clothes back in the bag and hesitantly unlocked the bathroom door.
"I need to do my laundry tonight so if you have anything then just give it to me and I'll wash it." I said, biting my lip, putting my bag on Dean's bed.
"Well that's about half my stuff so..." Sam left off and I could tell he was staring at me.
"Look, can I just borrow one of your t-shirts?" I asked, building the confidence to meet his hazel eyes.
"Why?"
"Because Dean bought these for me as a joke." I told, pointing to what I was wearing before folding my arms.
"Jane, you look fine." Sam smiled reassuringly.
For some reason, his words made a blush rise to my face and I disliked the way his warm eyes focused on me tickled my heart. "Just let me borrow a shirt, Sammy." I strode over to the table where his bag was and unzipped it. "I'm not touching your brother's stuff, you never know what I'd find in there." That got him to chuckle. "Which one of these are clean?" I pulled out two shirts, one a dark red and the other black, for him to see.
Sam smiled, standing up. "None. Here, let me see." He took his clothes from me and set them on the table before digging in his bag.
"Thanks." I said lowly, watching him.
Sam stood close enough that his arm brushed against mine every now and then, but why did I notice that?
"I think I might have one." Sam murmured, some of his brown hair falling adorably into his face.
I nodded, chewing on the inside of my cheek and looking down at the thin lines engraved in the table, left by other people who occupied the room before us. It gave me something to pay attention to.
"I found one." Sam unfolded a navy t-shirt with a smile before holding it in front of me, narrowing his eyes in speculation as if to measure the size difference.
A smile curled my lips as I watched him. "This is going to be huge on me." I laughed, taking the shirt and giving it a good look before shrugging.
"Hey, don't hate. It'll keep you warm." Sam grinned.
"Of course it will." My gaze had dropped to the shirt in my hands and the sudden silence between us was driving me crazy, even if it was for only five seconds.
I took in a breath, biting my lip before slowly looking up at him. The grin had slipped from his face in turn for a soft expression that made me want to know what he was thinking because I couldn't tell.
Sam moved his hand out to my face, brushing my dark hair back. He dropped his hand so that his finger and thumb was tilting my chin up. I blinked, watching how his hazel eyes fell on my lips. I already knew what he was doing when he lightly placed his other hand on my lower arm and pulled me towards him.
"Sam?" I whispered when the younger Winchester leaned down. I knew that my hands were a little shaky, but genuinely, that was because I was afraid of what was happening. Yet I didn't back away. Why didn't I back away?
Sam captured my lips in one smooth motion and continued to kiss me as he pulled me closer. With his hands finding their way through my hair, I hesitantly placed a hand on his chest, making him smile into the kiss. Slowly, and not sure about what I was doing, I kissed him back. His soft lips moving rhythmically against mine sent a special chill down my back.
It was the curiosity that got me. I hadn't expected this from Sam, but it was something so different than what I would have thought a kiss from Dean would feel like. Completely opposite from this.
Having dropped his shirt on the floor altogether, I pushed up to my tippy toes, leaning against him to kiss him better. Before I knew what he was doing, Sam had walked us over to his bed and sat down, pulling me down with him. I pulled back to catch my breath and watched dazed as Sam slowly slipped off my blue sweater. Sam pulled me into another, deeper, kiss and I didn't refuse. By the time he had gotten his shirt off I knew that if I didn't stop this it would go on until we...
But surprisingly, a part of me didn't want to stop. I liked it, it was a different side of the Winchester that I didn't know about.
I pulled back again in order to breath and that's when I heard the familiar rumble that could only belong to the Impala. I blinked trying to clear my mind. I pushed a hand against Sam's chest, signaling for him to stop.
"What's wrong?" He asked, looking over me.
A sudden feeling washed over me. "Dean's back." I said.
On que, I heard the Impala door shut outside.
Sam sat up, looking over at the room door. I rolled off the bed and to my feet, quickly going over to the navy shirt on the floor and pulling it on over my head. I glanced at Sam who had already followed my lead and had his shirt back on as I ran my fingers through my hair, just as the motel door opened.
Dean walked in with that satisfied grin on his face, meaning he had a good night.
"Hey, kids." The green eyed man slung his leather jacket on his bed and sat down, untying his shoes. "Hope you two didn't have too much fun without me." He chuckled, finally looking over at us.
I held my breath, but he seemed to see nothing wrong as he took off his shirt, something I was used to, as he apparently got ready for bed.
"Jane, you left your bag on my bed." Dean acknowledged, taking a pair of sweat pants out of his own bag.
"Oh, I was just about to do my laundry." I spoke clearly, walking over and grabbing my bag, hoping my face wasn't flustered.
He nodded. "Hey." He stopped me, just before I could walk away to the door. "You're shirt's on backwards." He noticed.
"Whoops." I said, only being able to meet Dean's green eyes briefly before going to the door without looking at Sam.
Barefooted, I shut the door after me, pausing only to catch my breath and tuck my hair behind my ear. What did I just do?
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"Or not so innocent."
Sam's words echoed in my head as I remembered what happened only a week ago. I sat down in the chair, only looking up when I felt a pair of eyes on me.
"I'm hungry. Want me to order us a pizza?" Dean questioned.
I answered truthfully with a small smile. "I'd like that."
