Sorry for the wait, I went to Paris last week. So no reviews yet? Well, at least nobody hates the story enough to ask me to change things. Reviews would be greatly appreciated though, seeing as this is my first ever fanfic I'd like to know how I'm doing and if I should change certain things. Here is chapter 3, I'm not trying to be funny, because I know I'm not, but I hope you'll like it anyway.
'So what was that all about?' Sam asked as soon as they were back in the hotel. Dean shrugged, he had hoped that Sam wouldn't think anything of it, and if he did, that he would let it go. He should have known better of course, Sam always wanted to talk about everything, so why would he let this go.
'Nothing' He answered, not sure whether that sounded very convincing. Apparently it didn't, because Sam raised his eyebrows. He knew that Sam wouldn't stop until he knew what was going, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell his brother his suspicions. This trip was supposed to give them a break from all the things they hunted. Besides, he couldn't even be sure it was something worth worrying about. Because what had happened really, he thought someone called his name, that's not even such a big thing.
'Honestly, it was nothing. You seemed extremely uncomfortable, I forgot you're afraid of women' He said, trying to divert his brother's attention. It worked, because just as he had expected of his brother, he immediately shot in defensive mode.
'I am not afraid of women, just because I don't see them purely as a piece of meat, and have respect for them, doesn't mean I'm afraid of women. You should try it sometime though, apparently women appreciate it. Maybe you'll even end up with a girl for longer than 2 nights.' Sam shot back.
Dean smiled 'Bitch' he said. 'Jerk' Sam replied without even thinking about it. Dean was happy, the topic about what happened in the red light district was forgotten.
He thought his brother was once again having a nightmare, that's why he didn't even get up at first, deciding to wait if it would stop soon. But the moaning didn't stop, and when he took the time to listen carefully he realized that it wasn't his brother. When he turned to look at his brother he found that he was indeed lying still, not showing any signs of having a nightmare.
That's when he heard the moaning again and he shot out of bed. Something really was going on, something could be threatening his little brother. He listened where the sound came from, it wasn't coming from anywhere inside their room so he grabbed a knife and went out to the hallway, stopped again to listen once more. The moaning had become louder now, and it was obviously coming from the room next door.
He didn't stop to think what could be going on, so used to always being threatened, never being really safe and always having to look over his shoulder to assume that it was something quite innocent. And so he barged through the door, knife ready to attack whatever it was that was threatening his family, only to find two pairs of big eyes staring at him shocked. Dean glanced around the room, searching for any danger when his eyes landed on the bed and the two people still staring at him. He lowered his knife and turned bright red. It appeared as though their neighbors were having quite a wild night and he had just walked in on a scene that could've come straight from one of the porn channels he liked to watch.
'Sorry…' He mumbled, turned around and slipped back out, closing the door behind him glad that he hadn't damaged it. A soft giggling greeted him when he walked back in their room, and he knew exactly where it was coming from. Damn, he had hoped that Sam had slept through all of the commotion. He would never know what had happened then, there was no way Dean would've told him. But of course, his brother had woken up, he wondered whether he was ever going to hear the end of this.
Sam woke up when his brother got out of bed and moved towards the door. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and set up. He was about to call after Dean to find out what was going on when he heard a woman moaning in the room next door. He grinned, knowing what was happening in there. Someone seemed to be having quite a wild night.
But what was Dean doing then? Had he not figured out what was happening? Did he think that there was some sort of threat, or was something else completely going on? He decided to get out of bed to find out what his brother was doing. He was about to stop Dean when he barged through the door and there was no more stopping him. He quickly glanced inside to see if there was any danger, if he needed to help his brother out, but at finding that he had been right and that their neighbors seemed to be enjoying themselves right until his brother stormed in, he quickly returned to their room. He didn't want to have anything to do with this.
He went back to bed and started giggling. The looks on the faces of the people next door had been classic and he almost regretted not being able to see his brother's face. When his brother walked back into the room, embarrassment written all over his face the soft giggling quickly turned into a loud laugh. He hadn't laughed like this for a very long time. Eventually even Dean seemed to see the humor in the matter and quietly joined in with the laughter.
