That night, me and Sam were curled up on the bed watching a film while Dean was down in the bar drinking.

"This couldn't be more perfect," Sam rubbed my arm.

"Oh, I can think of a few things that could make it better," I pulled his T-shirt and traced the muscles of his stomach through it.

"Really?" A cheeky smile spread across his face and he shuffled onto his side.

"Really," I giggled and kissed him.

Sam kissed me back but this kiss was different to our last one, our first one, it was more deep and we both thrust out tongues into the kiss.

"Mmm," I moaned and Sam shuffled further over so he was lying half on top of me.

His hand ran up my left thigh and I wound my hand into his hair, his soft and thick hair.

"This feels amazing," he whispered, his lips moving against mine, then returned to kissing me, his hand never straying from my thigh.

Now he'd moved over, his knee was between legs and he was using it to rub me through my trousers. All of this was exciting him because, against my other thigh, I could feel him getting hard and there was a lot of him to feel.

"You're so…big," I sighed as our kisses moved to each other's necks and Sam laughed softly.

"It's all for you, just yours."

I ran my other hand into his hair and I pulled his head up so we could look at each other.

"Sam I-"

"Oh god," Dean cried out when he walked through the door.

"Dean relax, were weren't doing anything," Sam rolled onto his back, propped up by his shoulders, and looked his brother.

"No, just making out and copping a feel like horny teenagers," he started taking off his leather jacket, then turned round to say something else but screwed his face up and held up a hand. "For gods sake, Sam, cover it with a cushion or something."

Both me and Sam looked down to his huge denim-covered erection and Sam blushed, grabbing a pillow from behind him while I buried my face in his chest, giggling.

"I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed, are you two gonna behave or do I need to go and get another room?"

"We'll behave…wait how long are you gonna be? I wanna know if we got time to do it in your bed and then re-make it so you won't suspect," I replied and Sam laughed out loud.

"Or there's always his car," Sam turned his head towards me.

"Don't you even dare think about desecrating baby!" Dean pointed his finger and stormed into the bathroom.

Once me and Sam had stopped laughing, I sat up and headed to my case.

"What you doing?" He asked.

"Getting my pj's," I answered and when they were in my hand, I made my way back to the bed.

I sat on the edge and shuffled my trousers down and then my shorts up; I could feel Sam's eyes on me and I turned round.

"Maybe I should wait till Dean is out of the shower to finish getting changed," I sat back against the wall.

"Why? You're not worried about me seeing you, are you?" Sam moved to rest his head in my lap. "You don't have to be worried, your body looks amazing when you're wearing clothes so I know you'll look beautiful without."

"Ah Sam, you're so perfect," I stroked his hair.

"So that's why?"

"No, I just don't want to tease you, I mean, the first time you see me get undressed I want us to be alone together."

"Without Dean and the pillow coming out," Sam guessed an we both started laughing again.

"Yeah," I said and carried on stroking his hair until Dean came out.

"Good to see you're both still decent," he glanced over.

I pulled a face at him and went to get changed; Dean took this opportunity to confront Sam.

"Sammy, you gotta admit there's something weird going on. You're a hunter, surely you can feel it too."

"Why can't you just be happy for me, Dean?" Sam sighed.

"Because she's not the same person we met yesterday, she couldn't stand you, remember?" Dean hissed.

"Wouldn't you be confused or irritated in her position, finding out monsters are real?"

"We don't even know her, Sam," Dean approached Sam.

"I'm getting to know her, maybe you should do the same. Then you might learn how much we really do want to be together," Sam scowled at his brother.

When they both heard the bathroom lock, Dean started moving back to his bed.

"Everything ok?" I asked, looking between them.

"Fine," Dean just grumbled.

I reached my side of the bed and slipped under the duvet, watching Sam strip to his T-shirt and boxers; he really was big and I couldn't wait to experience him.

He climbed in beside me and made sure Dean was ready before turning out the lights.

"Don't you dare do anything with me in the same room or I swear to god," Dean called from the other side of the room.

"Dean, relax, we're not going to, we're going to sleep, that's it," Sam replied, getting fed up.

"Yeah, you better."

Sam took a deep breath and I looked at him in the dark. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, come here," Sam answered and wrapped me up in his arms. "I can't believe I found you."

"I'm the luckiest person in the world," I smiled, being spooned by him.

"No, I am. I love you so much already."

"I love you so much too," I said back.

As we fell asleep, Dean rolled his eyes in the other bed.

Something was seriously wrong with both his brother and with me and he wasn't going to let it go.