Disclaimer: Supernatural doesn't belong to me and belong to their rightful owners. I make no money from this and I write for fun. Chloe and any other original character I creat do belong to me.

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Chapter Four: At The Motel

When they arrived at the motel, Dean parked the Impala out the front, then he got out of the car at the same time as Sam. Sam opened the door for Chloe and smiled at her.

"Do you know the people who own it?" Sam asked.

"Nope," Chloe replied, giving them a puzzled look.

"Just follow our lead," Dean cautioned her.

"Dean," Chloe protested. "I can… I have some…"

Chloe was getting angry every time Dean interrupted her. So, she scowled at him. Chloe followed the two brothers into the reception area, unsure what was going to happen next. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to like it.

"How can I help?" The man at the counter inquired.

"My name is Mr. Kirk Warren and I'd like a room for three people," Dean informed the man.

"Would you like a queen for you and your lovely wife, and a single for your friend?"

Dean glanced at Chloe, wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him, and smiled broadly. "My wife and I would like to share a bed," Dean agreed with a wink. He thought he could feel Chloe vibrating with fury.

Sam coughed to cover a laugh. He brought a hand up to his mouth to cover his smile. 'Dean is in so much trouble!' he thought amused.

Dean handed his credit card over to the man. "How long are you staying in town?" The man asked as he did the processing with Dean's card.

"Three or four days," Dean answered.

After the man ran his credit card and it was accepted, Dean signed all the paperwork. "Room 20B, enjoy your stay," the man said cheerfully.

"Thanks," Dean said, accepting the two sets of keys from the man.

Once they were outside, Chloe set herself free from Dean's grip and spun around to face him. She saw him swallow and she was pleased by the look of fear that passed briefly across his face when he saw how angry she was at him.

"What was that all about?" Chloe hissed furiously, hands on hips. "If you needed money, all you had to do was ask!"

"Look! This is how we do our job. If you don't like it, then go," Dean replied, heading towards the Impala.

"You could have at least warned me enough, so, I could play along too," Chloe said in a softer voice.

Dean spun around while Sam walked passed him, taking the keys off him and headed to the car to start unloading.

"Are you okay about this?" Dean queried her.

"No, not really. It goes against everything I believe is right or wrong," Chloe admitted. "But what have I got to loose?"

Chloe realised that she had now stepped over some sort of imaginary line of the law that she had in the back of her mind. Dean nodded and grabbed her bag, they both headed into their motel room.

Once they were inside, Dean placed her bag near the foot of the queen sized bed. Chloe opened her bag and grabbed a clean pair of pyjamas, plus toothbrush and toothpaste, and her hair brush. Her pyjamas were plain long blue cotton pants and plain long blue sleeved cotton top. She brushed her teeth and brushed her hair. When Chloe came out of the bathroom, Dean was wearing a pair of shorts and a white singlet top. Sam was wearing something similar. Chloe looked at Dean and then at Sam, raising her eyebrows.

"You don't mind if we," Dean said pointing to the bed, then at himself, and then at Chloe.

"No, its fine," Chloe replied awkwardly, heading to the queen bed.

By the time she got into the right side of the bed and Dean got into the left, Sam was already lying in bed watching the pair with an amused look across his face. He had a bit of a grin too.

"I'm glad you find this amusing, Sam," Chloe grumbled, lying next to Dean. She could feel the warmth from his skin. There was a small gap between them.

"Night, Sam and Chloe," Dean said sleepily.

"Night," Sam and Chloe answered.

It wasn't long before Chloe heard the two brothers gentle snores. She was exhausted, but couldn't sleep. Chloe was still shook and she felt that she hadn't full grieved properly for her family. It still hadn't fully sunk it that they were all gone.

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Dean woke later that night to hear Chloe screaming. He bolted upright and glanced down at her. Her face looked tight with fear, her mouth was slightly open like she was trying to cry out for help, and Chloe looked like she was trying to fight something off in her sleep. She kicked him in the knee and he grunted.

"Ssh," Dean murmured, wrapping his arms around. "Ssh," he repeated. He whispered nonsense words to try and comfort her.

Chloe woke when the demon had the knife over her. She had been backed into a corner out of reach from the BOS. Her Gran had kept her away from demons and other such monsters while she had been alive.

"Chloe?" A deep voice asked anxiously.

Chloe glanced up at Dean, trying to calm herself down. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks, as she took deep breaths. Chloe felt sweat dripping down her back and chest. She stifled some sobs and accidentally snorted.

"It's okay, Chloe. You're safe," Dean tried to reassure her. Dean looked over at Sam and shook his head when he saw his brother was sound asleep.

"Dean?" Chloe said uncertainly when she was a little more focused.

"I'm here," he murmured.

"I'm too scared to go back to sleep. The demon was after me and you weren't there, and I couldn't stop it," Chloe said hysterically.

"Ssh," Dean whispered, he ran his hand down her cheek. "Everything is going to be okay."

"My family are all gone! How is everything going to be alright? Every time I close my eyes, I see the demon with the knife and my family lying dead in their beds!" Chloe exclaimed.

"It's not your fault this happened. Your family wouldn't want you to blame yourself for what happened to them. They would want you to stay strong for you and for them," Dean said in a soft voice.

Chloe sobbed and wiped her nose on his shirt. She wrapped her arm around his waist and allowed her tears to fall.

"Have you ever seen demons before, Chloe?"

"Only in books and movies. My Gran used to speak of such things, but we always thought she was a little eccentric," Chloe answered. "Why?"

"I just thought that with you…Gift, that you may have seen them," Dean said, now resting on his back with his arm still around Chloe. He felt her shake her head and her hair tickled his skin.

"Maybe my Gran wasn't so eccentric after all," Chloe mumbled.

"Probably not. Your Gran probably fought a lot of demons to keep you and your family safe," Dean said quietly.

"What are you plans about hunting this demon?"

"Well, Sam and I usually do some research and then ask around, connect a few dots," Dean tried to explain.

"Then what do after you do your research and connect a few dots?"

"We try and destroy them by killing them," Dean answered.

Dean waited for more questions to follow, but when he looked down, he saw that Chloe was sound asleep. Dean tucked the blanket around them before drifting off to sleep again.