A/N: Got a supernatural novel and boxset for my birthday! *happy dance*

Warnings: Later will contain sexual/adult content, scary/compromising situations, death, blood, gore, swearing.

Disclaimer: I don't own the anything other then my character 'Eliza'

The sounds of chaos drowned Sam's senses, making him stutter through one of the passages as the thoughts of his brother and the fascinating young woman he had just met dying ambushed his mind.

Placing her hands flat on either side of her body, Eliza recognised her one chance of avoiding the shot; she would have to propel herself down and underneath it, by using just her hands. Eliza bit out a curse at the practically impossible task; she was probably going to by here.

"Fuck!" Dean cursed, diving to the ground and then rolling to avoid being hit by the bullets he had fired at the chair, the poltergeist seemed to like launching them at him. One soared past his face, cutting his temple. The wound gushed almost instantly, blood rolled down the side of his face and dripped off his chin. Two of his previously fired bullets flew at his chest, Dean turned letting them fly past him. One spun coming back at Dean again, he flinched. It dropped.
Dean stared at the deceivingly innocent bullets on the floor; the room had come to a stop. With a tight hold on his gun, Dean advanced to the door sceptically before trying to open it. He blinked in surprise when it opened, without trying to smash his face in.

Gun raised, he stepped into the hallway, the door next to him opened and he spun on his heel, gun pointed in Sam's face, who simply took a step back as Dean lowered his gun.
"You alright?" Sam asked, gesturing to Deans bleeding temple.
Dean nodded, "Lets find 'Liza, get out of here and have a couple beers."

"Eliza?" Dean shouted, "'Liza?"
"In here," Her voice came from behind the closed door.
Putting his gun away, Dean strode over to the door and tried to open it. Dean growled, the door was fucking jammed. Sick of the bullshit and just wanting a beer and possibly to get laid, Dean shot at the door handle and the door creaked open.
Sam rushed into the room, past his brother, bumping his shoulder and crouched in front of Eliza, who was sat in the corner, glaring at her gun on the floor.
"You okay?" Sam asked, genuine concern glowing in his eyes and he brushed the wound on Eliza's forehead with his finger tips.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Eliza smiled, as Sam stood and offered her his hand, which Eliza took. Sam pulled her up off the floor, perhaps a little too hard as she crashed into his chest. Stumbling slightly, Sam held onto the smaller form currently in his arms to stop them falling.

Eliza smiled up nervously at the huge form holding her, willing herself not to blush. Sam gave her a genuine smile, the first one she'd seen him give since she'd met him, his eyes covered slightly by his messy brown hair that Eliza had a sudden urge to run her fingers through, or a least tug at.

"You kids want some time alone?" Dean asked slyly from the doorway.
Sam sighed; of course Dean had to interrupt him when he was actually happy, taking a step back, he dropped his arms and Eliza straightened herself.
"Shall we?" Sam grumbled while Dean smirked and lead the way back to the car.

The second time, Eliza found her self tired and close to sleeping in the Impala, until that is, Dean turned up a classic metal song and began drumming the beat on the stirring wheel.
Sam groaned, "Dean not this one again."
"What's wrong with it?" Eliza jumped into the conversation from the back seat before Dean could answer, so instead he smirked at his younger brother.
"I've heard it a dozen times this week." Sam muttered, getting the feeling he was going to lose.
"Good, so you know the lyrics." Eliza chirped as Dean sniggered, if his little brother thought travelling with him was bad then it was about to get a whole lot worse with Eliza.

Dean opened the door to the rundown motel they had pulled into. After sweet talking the woman behind the counter, he had managed to get the last room with three beds.
He walked in, Eliza and Sam in tow and dropping his bags on a bed he rushed into the bathroom claiming the shower first.
Eliza smiled, shaking her head at him before she dropped her bags on the bed next to wall, leaving Sam with the bed in middle.
"Classy place, huh?" Eliza smirked, glancing around at the torn wallpaper and carpet painted with suspicious looking stains.
"Only the best from Deans hard earned money," Sam muttered resentfully taking in the living conditions his life style left him with. Dropping his own bags on the bed, Sam flopped down onto his bed.
With an almighty crash the bed fell to the floor, its legs snapped. Sam's head jerked back as he went with the bed to the floor.

Eliza stared at the broken bed, then at Sam, then the bed and then Sam, before bursting into a loud fit of giggles. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, she sat on the floor laughing into her knees.
Dean, who had heard the ruckus in the shower, ran out of the bathroom, dripping wet holding a towel around his waist.
He glanced at the young woman giggling on the floor before his eyes settled on his brother, spread across a bed, bright red with embarrassment on a broken bed.
Dean smirked, and Sam knew he would never hear the end of this.
"Sammy," Dean smirked, "I leave you alone to take a shower and you and 'Liza are already breaking beds?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Never knew you had it in you."
"Shut up," Sam snapped "Jerk."
Dean didn't miss a beat, "Bitch."

The two brothers and Eliza stood, sometime later, in front of the three beds, two usable the other now a bag dumping ground.
"So Sammy," Dean smirked, "You broke the bed, you sleep on the floor."
"Don't be mean Dean!" Eliza said, rummaging through her bag and pulling out some bed clothes, "I'm going to get changed, can you two sort out the sleeping arrangements civilly?"
Taking Sam's nod as confirmation, Eliza went into the bathroom to get changed.

"So, you bunking with 'Liza?" Dean asked, taking off his jacket and shirt to get changed for bed.
"I don't think that would be –"
"Why not?" Dean interrupted, his face serious as he stopped getting changed, "You've got the hots for her haven't you?"
"No I –"
"Don't lie to me Sammy." Dean grumbled.
"I just don't think she'd be comfortable." Sam mumbled, taking his own jacket off to distract himself from the blush forming across his cheeks.
"Well, I don't want your giant ice feet near me," Dean reasoned, taking off his trousers and attempting to fold them while continuing, "And the last time me and 'Liza bunked, he brother punched me in the face."
Sam stared at his brother, anger flared in his brain before trying to rationalise that there was no reason to be angry, "Did you sleep with her?"
"Jealous Sammy-boy?" Dean smirked, an evil glint in his eye, knowing he had cornered his brother, "Well, I didn't so she's all yours." Dean smirked again as the bathroom door opened.

Eliza came out the bathroom, her hair down, dressed in an oversized t-shirt that reached her knees, to be greeted with the brothers, both looking at her shirtless.
"So," she asked Dean while discreetly, or so she thought, scanning her eyes over Sam and his drool-worthy chest, "Who's bunking with who?"
Dean smirked, he really was enjoying having his friend around, he could annoy both his brother and her simultaneously, "Well, once you stop drooling, you and Sammy are going to be getting close and personal tonight."
Both Eliza and Sam blushed.

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