Disclaimer: I own nothing… ok except the storyline and Officer Tanner. Officer Wilson and Coby are the personas of Dean and Sam that I made up. Oh and I own Harvest Diner... please tell there's no Harvest Diner somewhere out there.

Warning: Slight incest… it depends on how far someone would go to consider it incest. I may add more incest later on in the story but I'm not sure.

A/N: So how did you like the last chapter… yes I realize it was kinda pointless but still.

Chapter 3

(Motel room)

The wolf came closer, inching its way towards the form leaning against a tree. The wolf stopped and stood on a rock a few feet away, it looked at its prey and growled. Lunging forwards and sank its teeth into its prey's neck causing him to yell in pain.

Sam's eyes snapped open, his shirt soaked to the perfect form of his body, his hair matted to his forehead thanks to the sweat. He tried to sit up but found that something was pinning him to the springy mattress. He looked down to see an arm draped across his body, moving up and down with his unsteady breathing. He followed the arm to where his brother was sleeping soundly, one hand under his pillow… no doubt griping a weapon that would protect him from any creature that dares attack him in the middle of the night. Sam's breathing started becoming steadier as he sensed he was safe in the arms… or rather arm… of his big brother.

"Dean," Sam said as he looked at his brothers peaceful facial expression, he let his eyes travel farther down the motionless form as he noticed the blanket that had slid off his brother's shirtless back and revealing some of his black boxers. Sam smiled to himself as he looked back to his brother's face and called his name again. "Dean," he said in a 'God-I-really-don't-want-to-wake-him-up' tone. He gently touched Dean's arm and ran his fingers up to his shoulder. Dean's eyes opened quickly as he pulled the weapon from under his pillow. "Whoa take is easy Dean, it's only me."

"Sammy," he replied in a tired but curious voice, "Why are you on my side of the bed… and why are you staring at me like that?"

"Uhhh…. Technically I'm in the middle of the bed… and I'm staring at you like this because your arm is laid across my chest." Not that I mind or anything Sam thought as he saw Dean look towards Sam's body that indeed had his arm across it.

"Oh… ummm…" Dean removed his arm and got out of the bed, leaving him standing there in those tight black boxers. "I'm going to go take a shower."

"Whatever man," Sam watched as Dean gathered his cloths and walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. Sam merely smiled to himself as he heard the shower turn on.

"How could I be so stupid? Damn it. Does he know how I feel? Shit. I shouldn't be having these feelings for him- but I do and I can't stop them… I don't want to. Damn Sammy… how do I tell you how I feel, without having a chick-flick moment?"

"So… what are we going to do?" Sam asked once Dean walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his wet hair.

"We're going to go eat breakfast and then we are going to go to the police station and try and figure what happened to all these people." Dean said setting the towel on the chair, he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. "You coming Sammy?"

"It's Sam," he said as he stood up, grabbed his coat of his bed and followed Dean out to the car. "Should we talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" Dean asked as he fished through his pocket for the keys to his precious Impala.

"This morning," Dean turned his head towards Sam and started up the car.

"No," He moved his hand to the tape player and turned the volume up loud enough so he wouldn't be able to hear his younger sibling even if he wanted to. Sam sighed and placed his head up against the window. After fifteen minutes of silence Dean pulled into the parking lot of the Harvest Diner, he parked the car and shut the engine off. "Let's go get something to eat," He said smiling and rubbed his hands together.

A/N: Well that was pointless... I promise I will get to the storyline by next chapter. I just wanted to add something more to it. So let me now what you think.

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