Sam Winchester threw water on his face and then stared in his own eyes. The mirror was dirty, even more than this motel room, but it was the best he and his brother could find to spend the night. Drops of water fell from the tip of his hair and he quickly passed his right hand in it, an habit he was not even aware he had. He was not having nightmares anymore, and although it shouldn't, it seemed worse. Her tiny lips and her big green eyes kept coming back in every dream he was having. Her laughter echoed in his head all day long. He always knew dreams can have a big impact on your next day for living it more than once, but he didn't know it could be so intense that it could distract him from an evil spirit, or a demon. His brother could have been killed tonight, and it was his fault, he knew it. He couldn't keep going this way.

"There must be a way..." he whispered to his reflection with a sigh.

Taking a big breath, he got out of the bathroom and let himself fall on his bed. Dean was also laying on his, his arms crossed behind his head.

"Dean, I'm..."

"Shut up, Sam." his brother cut him straight. "It was not your fault."

Sam remained silent. He knew it was his fault, and most likely, his brother knew, too. Normally, Dean would lecture him about it, adding that dying was not on his priority list, but tonight was different. It seemed like Dean knew there was something hidden in Sam's heart, something he was desperate to know, but for whom he'd get no answer.

"I think we should make Bobby a vist." Dean added, staring at the ceiling.

"So that's it?" Sam questioned him, getting irritated.

"What do you want me to do, Sam? Yell at you?" Dean sat up quickly. "Tell you that you almost got me killed, that you're a jerk, and that you need to focus on the fucking job?"

"Yes!" Sam replied, getting up. "Shake me! Curse at me! ANYTHING!"

Dean took a big breath, his lips thiner out of anger. He tried to calm himself and turned to his younger brother.

"So I can get what off your head exactly?" he simply asked in a low tone. "I don't even know what's wrong with you."

Sam looked down, hearing his heart beat until his ears. He was always secretive, and he knew that even if his brother didn't like it, he respected it. This time, though, he had to admit Dean was right. He couldn't let his thoughts and regrets get in the way. He had to forget, or at least, put the feelings he had for Livia in the back of his mind, hidden somewhere. He had to deal with it, and now.

"It won't happen again, Dean." he promised, looking up at his brother. "I swear."

XXXXXXXXX

"Food!" Livia yelled, closing the door behind her.

She noticed Billie sitting on the couch and half-smiled, walking up to him. She put the food bags on the small rectangle table in the middle of the living room and let herself fall next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. She felt safe when her brother was around, and although she was not the most affectionate person, she cherished Billie for he was all she had left.

The motel room was comfy for what it was worth: after all, they wouldn't spend much time there. Sure, their life was all about saving people from evil, but they allowed each other one hour every night to enjoy somewhat of a normal life. Billie moved to get some chinese food and Livia's lips curled sadly. The days when they'd eat around the table, in the kitchen, were very far away, but it was something Livia missed more than she would admit. She turned around to take a look at her brother. He was simply staring at the tv, but it made Livia smile. She was lucky she still had him, and she knew it. If it was not for him, who knows what she would have become.

"I was wondering..." she started, waiting to get her brother's full attention.

Billie turned around, his eyes meeting hers. She couldn't bear glance as a shiver run up her spine and she looked away. He didn't talk, waiting to hear her reflection.

"Well, we've been doing this for ten years..." she kept going slowly, scared of the words coming out of her mouth.

"I know." Billie sighed. "I like to think it's what we do best, but maybe I'm wrong."

His confession took her offguard and she bit her bottom lip. It went silent between them and Livia took a big breath, shutting her eyes as she talked.

"What would you say If I'd tell you I want to settle?"

She had let it out in one breath, as quick as she could, and she just hoped he wouldn't make her repeat : she didn't know if she'd be able to. The room went silent again, except for their favorite TV show playing in the background, but it seemed almost inaudible. The atmosphere was almost palpable and it was worse when Billie turned of the tv, bringing the room in complete darkness.

The good news was... he had heard well. She wanted to stop it all. From rescuing people, to getting revenge for their parents' death, it seemed like it was not worth it for her anymore, or he thought so.

"For how long have you been thinking about this?" Billie finally asked sweetly after what seemed like hours.

"A month or so." she admitted, looking down at the floor although they could barely see each other in the obscurity.

He didn't talk about their parents, he rarely would, but he had a question burning his lips, something he had to ask, even though it was hard. He was extremely scared of the answer.

"Do you have a good reason?"

Livia searched for his hand in the dark and finally grabbed his fingers, tightening her grip. He answered by squeezing her hand in his.

"I do, trust me."