Sam was stuck between answering the door to let Ashley in or to go get Dean from his room. He finally decided on just letting Ashley in. Dean might want some space.

Sam opened the door and Ashley stood there with a box of chocolates. Seriously, again? Sam thought that was pretty lame to bring chocolates every time she came over his apartment. It's like she was trying to suck up to him, like she was desperate.

But actually Sam was pretty desperate too. He wanted someone to love him like Jess did. Wanted someone toe care for him and care about him. If Jess would bring him gifts she'd bring him something she knew he liked or was interested in. She mixed it up and knew the stuff Sam liked. Ashley didn't know or really seemed to care about Sam's interests all that much.

Ashley wasn't his type of girl, but she liked him so he just took her up for the offer. Looking at Ashley's skimpy clothes Sam felt like he made a big mistake in dating this girl. But he couldn't just come across to tell her he wanted to break up, he missed having someone to care for him.

Ashley reached up to kiss him and then noticed his expression. "What's wrong honey bun?" She asked

Okay, honey bun?? You've got to be kidding! If Dean heard this Sam would never hear the end of it! And then he remembered that Dean was back, that he was in the apartment and his despair from Jess's death seemed not so harsh anymore.

Man, he really wished Dean had been there for the months following Jess's death. He could have really used the help his big brother would have been willing to give him.

"Sam? You okay?" Ashley asked as she played around with the collar on his shirt.

Sam pushed Ashley's hand away and sighed. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just forgot you were coming."

"You forgot I was coming?!" Ashley pouted and stomped her feet. She looked like a bratty child.

"Yeah. It's just…my brother came by the other day and he needed a place to stay for a while." Sam sort-of lied.

"Your brother? You mean the one who you haven't seen in four years? What's he doing stopping by now and asking you if he can stay here? After four years of not seeing you, you should have told the freak to get lost!" She said with a wave of her hand.

"Okay, first of all Ashley, don't judge people before you meet them. Dean's a great guy and it's my fault that we've had these four years apart, not his." Sam said in a warning tone. Who was she to call his brother a freak?

"Are you sure about that?" She huffed and cocked her hip to the side while putting her hands on her hips.

"Yes. I'm positive."

"Okay, well I just hope he won't get in the way with us." She giggled while running a finger down the side of Sam's face. God Sam wanted to puke.

"Actually Ashley it's really not a good time right now." Sam hoped Ashley would get the hint to leave when Sam told her his brother was here but apparently she didn't.

"Oh so you don't want me over then? Is that it?" She huffed

"No Ashley it's not that…" Even though it sort of is. "It's just…"

"Sammy?" Sam gratefully turned around to see Dean standing at the front of the hallway, looking horribly shaken up. Sam knew what Dean needed and while he didn't like it, he wasn't going to let his brother suffer right now.


Dean couldn't block out the look Sam's girlfriend was giving him. Her face held not only disgust but unbelief. Like she couldn't believe that her boyfriend's brother looked so bad. Not that he really blamed her; he probably did look like a creep.

Sam must have noticed the look that his girlfriend was giving him too because he kept looking back between Dean and Ashley. Finally Sam walked over to Dean and led him over to where Ashley was standing.

"Ashley, this is my brother Dean. Dean, this is my girlfriend Ashley."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Dean said quietly and held out his shaking hand to Ashley. Ashley glanced at Dean's hand briefly like it was contaminated and flinched away slightly. Dean noticed and lowered his head, hand still outstretched awkwardly.

Luckily Sam broke the silence and piped in "Anyone want a beer?" Nice one Sammy. Dean thought and smiled a little

"I don't want one." Ashley said while still looking at Dean like he had three heads.

Dean finally put his hand down and tried to control the shaking that happened when he was in need of alcohol. He really didn't want Sam's girlfriend find out about his alcoholism, even if he didn't like her. Ashley was still standing there, so Dean took a spot on the far side of the couch, waiting anxiously for Sam to return with the beer.

Sam returned into the living room and handed Dean his beer, which was warm, but it would do. Sam cracked one open for himself and sat next to Dean while looking up at Ashley.

"He…he's going to be in here too?" She said and pointed to Dean.

"Yes, there's nothing stopping him no is there?" Sam replied. And just then Dean went to stand up, Sam stopped him by grabbing his sleeve. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked Dean.

"I'll leave you two alone. Don't want to get in your way." Dean mumbled and took a long sip of his beer, wishing he had something a whole lot stronger right now.

"You're not getting in anyone's way Dean; this is your home too now. This gives you and Ashley a chance to get to know each other." Sam told his brother

Dean looked over at the slut who was now sitting on Sam's opposite side stroking his face, not even glancing at Dean. Yeah, like he really wants to get to know this freak.

But Dean kept his mouth shut and just simply nodded. He didn't want to start anything and he was in no place to anyway. Dean probably looked like he came out of a horror movie and she didn't want anything to do with him. But still…it made him feel even worse that she wouldn't even try to get to know him. He might have done some bad things and gotten himself into a tight spot in the last year or so but he really wasn't a bad guy. Or at least he hoped he wasn't.

Again there was awkward silence, Ashley wasn't making any attempt to say anything to him so Dean decided to break the silence.

"So uhhh…Ashley." He started and Ashley actually moved her eyes to look at Dean. It was a 'why in the world are you talking to me' look and Dean shifted his eyes away in shame but continued nonetheless. "Did you go to Stanford too?"

Dean looked back up briefly to see the smug look on Ashley's face. "Yes, a matter of fact I did. Where were you all these years while Sam was at college?" She grinned mischievously.

Dean couldn't believe the tone of voice this girl had used to him. All he did was start a normal friendly conversation and she's trying to hurt him on purpose! Dean felt himself shaking even more so stood up and walked to the kitchen where he drained his beer and grabbed another one. God, how much did he have to drink today? Six beers in the morning of binge drinking, about six more shots at the bar not much later, and now two more beers. And the day wasn't even over. He's surprised his liver hasn't failed on him yet.

While draining his second beer in the kitchen Dean hears Sam speak up.

"Ashley, this really isn't a good time right now. I just met up with my brother and we really need some time for just the two of us." He said somewhat impatiently.

"Oh, come on Sam, you can't take some time out for me?" She sighed and pouted.

"Ashley, we spend almost everyday together. Time off would actually be a really good thing right now. I need to spend time with my brother and help him…"

"Well yeah, help is one thing he needs. Your brother has some serious issues. What's with the constant shaking? He a drug addict or something?" She said and pushed her hair over her shoulder.

"Ashley, leave. Please. I'll call you when things settle down. And my brother is not a drug addict." Sam said, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "Oh and I left my other coat in your bedroom last week." She said and when she didn't move to go get it and sighed and turned around to retrieve it.

Dean was grateful that this bitch was going to be gone soon. He grabbed yet another beer and inwardly sighed. What in the world was Sammy thing dating someone like this? He deserves so much better! Speaking of the devil, Dean turned around to come face to face with Ashley staring him down.

"I hope you plan on leaving here soon." She whispered harshly to him. "You're already ruining our relationship. Do your brother a favor and get out of our way. I don't need losers like you coming in and ruining everything that we have."

Before Dean could get over the shock of what Ashley had just said to him Sam came back into the room.

"There was no coat in there." He mumbled

"Oh, whoops! Silly me, I must have left it somewhere else!" She giggled and kissed Sam on the lips. "Call me later baby."

And with that she left Sam's apartment. Next time she stopped here that druggie or whatever he was better be gone. And if he wasn't she'd get rid of him her own way. Sam was all hers.


Yeah, this girl is like a creepy stalker freak who way over obsesses and clings to Sam! I've actually seen girls like this in my school and they make me sick how they want their boyfriend all to themselves and no one else can so much talk to him! More Dean angst in the next chapter as Sam tries to figure out a way to best help Dean! And plus what Ashley said to Dean really hurt him and made him think even more less of himself! Hope you liked this chapter and crazy stalker will certainly make reappearances! Thanks for the awesome reviews!!