Chapter 3

"Double Vision"

That night, at the mall, they bought her a few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, a couple skirts and a few nice shirts. They also found her a couple sweatshirts for the colder climates and pajamas. He was a little bit uncomfortable helping her pick out undergarments, but it was a necessity and she had no idea what size she was, so she needed all the help she could get.

Following their shopping trip, he took her to a nice sit down restaurant that served food that wasn't fried in grease. He reached over and took her hand across the table. She clung to him like she was afraid he would let go and he gently caressed her hand with his own.

The food was great and much more exciting than Sam was used to. Neither of them had any clue about what Stephanie was used to eating, but he presumed that she was accustomed to more home cooked meals than he was.

They got back to the room around 11pm and walked into the room to find Dean passed out his bed, his hand in his pants and drool dripping from the side of his mouth. Stephanie laughed and Sam shook his head. "Excuse my lovely brother; I got all the manners in the family."

She smiled and reached into her bags for her new pajama pants and a t-shirt. She tossed a glance back at Sam and headed into the bathroom to change. When she came out she found Sam on his laptop again, staring intently at the screen. He was so enthralled that he didn't even notice when she came up behind him and touched his shoulder. He jumped, which made her jump. He stood up and pulled her against him, "Sorry, you startled me there."

She smiled against his chest, "its okay, you startled me too."

"So, I'm going to let you have the bed. The chair looks quite comfortable, plus I have some research I should probably do anyway.

She frowned, "That's your bed; you shouldn't have to sleep in the chair."

"It's no big deal, I'm a big boy, I can handle it."

She bit her lip and nodded. She knew she wasn't going to win this argument, so she went to the bed and crawled between the sheets. She laid her head on the pillow and watched as he went back to the chair and his computer.

An hour later Sam woke up, his head on his arm next to his computer, to the sound of someone thrashing about and mumbling incoherently. He shook his head to gain some focus and turned to find out what was happening. Stephanie was having a nightmare and was tossing and turning, an anguished look on her face. He ran to her side and desperately pulled her against him. He could feel the tremors in her body and faintly hear her saying "No please, don't!"

His arms went around her as he desperately tried to wake her. "Shh, it's okay. It's just a dream."

Her eyes slowly opened, revealing a very disoriented girl. "Huh, what's going on?"

Sam brushed the hair out of her face, "You were having a nightmare."

She nodded, as if she had known the whole time. She snuggled in closer to him and tightened her grip on him, "stay with me, please."

He nodded and huddled in closer to her, laying his head against the pillow. He tried to get her to go back to sleep but she seemed preoccupied with something. "Why don't you close your eyes and try to get some sleep?"

"You won't leave,right?" Oh, so that's what was bothering her.

"No, I will be here the whole time."

Finally she seemed to relax and calm down. It wasn't very long before he heard her breathing change and become much deeper. He sighed into the pillow, what in the hell had this girl been through?

Sam awoke, in the morning, to the sound of Dean leaving the bathroom. Dean walked out, a towel wrapped around his neck and one around his waist. He smiled when he noticed that Sam was awake. "So, how was last night?"

Sam ran his hands over his sleepy eyes, "We found her some good stuff and had a nice dinner."

Dean rolled his eyes, "That's not what I meant. I mean, how did things go between the two of you?"

Sam glared at his brother, "She is very vulnerable right now and I am not about to take advantage of her and hurt her like that."

Dean nodded, "You crashed and burned."

"What in the hell would you have done with her anyway? Don't tell me you would have taken advantage of her trust?"

Dean contemplated, "No, I wouldn't. But I would have at least kissed her."

"As a matter of fact I did kiss her."

"Well, good for you." Dean smiled, clearly proud of his little brother, "It's about time you got some action."

Sam rolled his eyes; it was the same song and dance every day. Why did Dean care about him getting action when he didn't get much of it himself?

Stephanie's eyes slowly opened and she caught sight of Dean in his towel. It took her a few minutes to really grasp what she was seeing and when she did, her sex burned. She had to fight the urge to moan out loud. God, his body was so damn scrumptious; she could imagine herself licking whipped cream off it and felt a pooling in her pajamas. She fought to gain control over herself, "What's going on."

Dean smiled, "Sammy was just filling me in on the details of last night."

She felt a blush rise in her cheeks and knew that Dean could see it. "Oh."

Sam stretched, "I really need a shower."

"Oh brother, me too!" Stephanie exclaimed.

Sam smiled at her, "Why don't you take yours first?"

She shook her head, "Nah, you should take yours before I use all the rest of the hot water."

Sam laughed, "Okay, good idea then." He hopped out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Within two minutes the water in the shower was running.

Stephanie slid out of bed and headed toward the door, taking a couple of seconds to peek a quick glance at Dean's muscular chest and that glorious v shape at the bottom of the torso that lead to….Oh God, she had to watch herself or she might cream her pants. "I think I am going to shower and get ready in our other room. Might as well get some use out of it. That way you will have some privacy to change." And that way she wouldn't be forced with the dilemma of whether to actually look away like a good girl or sneak a peek when his back was turned.

He smiled at her, "Okey dokey." He removed the towel from around his neck and snapped her ass with it. She jumped and turned to look at him, completely surprised by his antics.

"What the hell was that for?"

"For checking me out." He said, one side of his mouth crooked up higher than the other. That half smile shit worked on her every time. At least every time that she could remember anyway.

She raised an eyebrow and played into his hand by giving him a couple more once overs and smiling right back at him.

"You like what you see?"

She smiled, hell yes she did. "It's alright."

He pulled her closer to him and she could feel the hardness of his body against the softness of hers. Why did he have the power to make her body react the way it did, it was totally sick? His hand locked into her hair, and his mouth inched closer to hers. Her lips parted by instinct and she felt a helpless horniness run up and down her spine and fix on her groin. "You are alright too, I guess." His lips inched closer to hers, but before they could actually make contact he pulled his body from hers and sat on his bed.

Stephanie's head was spinning out of control. What the hell had just happened? She stared at him and he smiled back at her.

"Why don't you get that shower now?" Oh so that was the game he wanted to play, well two could play that game. What a stupid fucker he was. He should know that women could toy with men so much better than the reverse. This was a game that Dean Winchester would not win! She pouted her lip at him, ran her hand over her thigh and stuck her tongue out at him, before she walked over to the door. Coolly, she said, "later gator."

"Later sexy." He replied, leaving her with a huge grin as she walked through the door and shut it behind her.

Two hours later, after they had all showered, dressed and eaten breakfast, they went back to researching the ghost in the cobblestone house. They all went back to what they did best; Sam spent hours searching the internet for clues, Dean watched dirty movies on pay-per-view and Stephanie pretended to read a book, while she struggled with the 'which guy do I really like' dilemma that she was stuck in the middle of.

It took Sam only an hour to figure out who the ghost was and what was keeping him here. The guys jumped up and grabbed their coats. Sam turned to Stephanie, "I think it would be better if you stayed here and waited this one out."

She nodded; she really wasn't inclined to want to tangle with the ghost again, so she was more than happy to stay behind where it was safe.

While they were gone Stephanie read for a while and then took a nap. When she woke up she spotted a guy sitting at the end of the bed. She screamed, but he instantly stopped her. "Who are you?"

He furrowed his brow, "I am Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord."

She raised her eyebrow, a what? "What are you doing here with me?"

"I was looking for Dean, but I must have just missed him."

"If you are an angel then shouldn't you have the inside scoop on where he is?"

"I don't have all of my abilities anymore. I lost some of my tracking and other skills from helping Dean. But, that doesn't matter that much anymore. What are you doing with them?"

"I lost my memory and the guys are helping me."

Castiel nodded, "You need to be very careful."

Were the brothers dangerous after all? She had no idea why an angel would tell her to be careful, but she knew she should listen to him. "I don't feel as though they mean me any harm."

"No, they do not mean you harm."He sighed, "But, do be careful around Sam; he isn't who you think he is."

Before Stephanie could ask any more questions, they walked into the room, talking about the hunt and how they had stopped the ghost. It had been a while for them since a case was as simple as a salting and burning and it seemed rather refreshing.

"Cas, what are you doing here?" Dean asked, immediately concerned.

"I came to speak with you." Castiel responded.

Dean nodded once, "Then let us go outside." Castiel followed Dean out of the room and Stephanie turned to Sam. She didn't want to let the things that the angel had said scare her and make her uncomfortable around him, but everything in her being made her feel as though she should listen to angels. It seemed like the thing that the old Stephanie (with her memories) would do.

"So, how was the hunt?"

Sam smiled, "It was fine; we got rid of the problem."

"Oh good." Stephanie sat on the edge of Dean's bed, trying not to look as awkward as she felt.

Sam looked at her, wondering why she was acting different. "Did Castiel say something to you that has you worried?"

She smiled sheepishly; Sam was really good at picking up on shit. "He did tell me to be careful around you."

Sam moved toward her, slowly. "You can trust me, Stephanie, I will not hurt you."

"But you are carrying around a big secret."

He frowned, "I just don't want to overwhelm you at this point in the game. I promise you though that in time you will come to learn everything about me and then you can judge me for yourself. But, I like to think that I am a good guy. I know that I wouldn't hurt you and I hope you know that too." He played with a lock of her hair, gently.

She swallowed and smiled slightly, "Yes, I do think that you are pretty harmless to me."

He smiled, tilting her chin up so that he could look into her eyes, "That's right baby, I am incredibly harmless." He bent his head down and captured her lips with his own. The kiss was gentle, but also earnest and needy.

Outside, Dean and Castiel were having a heated conversation. "I wish you wouldn't come in here and freak her out, okay? We are trying to keep as much of the drama of what we do from her. She has been through so much and I am not sure how much she can handle mentally right now."

"Eventually she will come to know everything about you."

Dean nodded, "I don't doubt that, but I just don't feel like right now is the time."

"She is very special, Dean."

Dean raised his eyebrow, "Please tell me she isn't a vessel."

"No, she isn't a vessel, but she is someone who is very special to the father. You need to take very good care of her and help her to find herself."

"You know who she is, don't you?"

"Of course I do, but it is not the father's will for me to share it all with you at this point. You all have things to learn from each other and I just hope that her purity of heart is not lost in your company."

Before Dean could respond to that tidbit Cas was gone. It always irritated the fuck out of Dean when Cas took off like that in the middle of a conversation. It was highly infuriating.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Stephanie and Sam were kissing. Sam wrapped his arms around her and brought her over to his bed. "Dean will be back soon, so we should be careful."

She didn't respond, instead she found herself parting his lips so that her tongue could ask for entrance. He allowed it happily and their kiss deepened right as Dean opened the door and walked in.

"Whoa."

They quickly separated from each other, both of them a little out of breath.

"Um, I'm going to go over to the other room and watch a movie or something so I don't disturb you."

Stephanie stopped him, "No, seriously, its fine. So, when did you start hanging with angels?"

Dean grimaced, "He told you he was an angel?"

She nodded, "Yes. Crazy things just keep happening around you guys."

"Well, you better get used to it, baby, cause weird shit follows us like the plague." Dean grabbed a beer from the tiny refrigerator and took a few sips.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, "Can I have one of those?"

Dean smiled, happy to do a lady a favor. He grabbed another one and tossed it to her; she caught it in mid air. He smiled, "girl after my own heart right there."

Sam smiled and shook his head as he watched Stephanie start chugging. She grimaced after about half the bottle was gone, "This is the worst beer ever! Do you have anything stronger?"

A huge grin formed on Dean's mouth and he couldn't help but find her even sexier than he had before. She was sexual, yet sweet, a fresh canvas, and she could hold her liquor! Quite frankly it didn't get any better than that for Dean. He knew one thing for certain; he was definitely going to tap that!