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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'
Eliza stood in the inadequately sized motel bathroom and held her clothes to her t-shirt clad chest. What the hell had just happened?
Well, technically she knew what had happened, she had just been making out with her best friends younger brother and she didn't know what to expect when she left her haven of the bathroom.
Would Sam tell Dean? Would Dean be mad? Would Sam just ignore the fact it happened or want to have an awkward conversation?
Sighing, Eliza left her clothes on the counter before going in the shower.
Sam ran his hand through his messy hair and sighed, his thoughts similar to Elizas. Dean put the poor excuse for breakfast on the wobbly table before smirking at his brother.
"So, what did you two get up to last night?" he smirked, "You two seemed pretty attached this morning when I woke up."
Sam ignored his brother as he got out of bed and got changed.
"So Sammy, you and Eliza have some fun last night?" Dean asked as he pulled a news paper out looking for a new gig.
Sam ignored his brother still and he walked over to get his own coffee.
"Nightmares again?" Dean asked after a long stretch of silence.
"Yeah." Sam mumbled before drinking deeply from his coffee.
"You just need too -"
"I don't want a pep talk Dean." Sam sighed before dropping his large frame into an old ratty chair.
Dean stared at his brother, something was up but he knew not to push his luck when the larger man was in a mood, it resulted in arguments, one leaving and usually injury.
When Eliza left the sanctuary of the bathroom, she found both brothers in silence, Dean was circling possible gigs in a newspaper while Sam glared at his innocent coffee.
"What do they say about women taking ages in the shower?" Dean smirked as Eliza began to dry her hair with the towel.
"That they don't take as long a Dean Winchester pampering himself?" she said sarcastically while Dean just smirked.
Eliza left her hair down while she drank and ate one of the muffins that Dean had bought and Sam had an uncontrollable urge to run his fingers through her hair.
Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts, the brunette man turned his attention to his brother, "So, what we got?"
"Well, since your good at finding jobs for us but you seem to be too moody today, I've only found one." Dean said.
"What is it?" Eliza asked.
"Not sure," Dean replied, folding the paper, "let's get to victims work place and ask some questions."
"Why work place?" Sam asked
"He was mutilated in an DIY store."
"Ewww." Eliza whined at the mental images.
They were nearly ready to leave the motel when Sam decided to have a word with Eliza as Dean was making sure they had enough ammo in the boot of the impala.
"Eliza?" Sam said quietly, hoping to catch her attention as she packed her bag to go.
"Yeah Sammy?"
"Are we..okay?" he asked, watching her for her reaction.
"Yeah.. Why wouldn't we be?" she said quietly, not stopping her task.
"Well earlier-"
"Sammy," Eliza interrupted him, turning to face him, "Look I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to, well I'm sorry okay? I shouldn't have kissed you and I didn't mean to make things awkward."
Eliza looked down, her feet suddenly very interesting.
Sam walked up to her, until he was stood directly in front of her, gently using a thumb and finger under her chin Sam lifted Eliza gaze to his.
"It doesn't have to be awkward and you don't have to be sorry," he smiled, showing his cute dimples that Eliza resisted the urge to pinch.
"What?" Eliza replied unintelligently as the larger hunters lips hovered lightly above hers.
"You heard," Sam smiled, his lips brushing against hers.
"But I barely know you," Eliza whispered,
"I think the hardest part about being with me would be dealing with Dean, and you seem to be able to do that just fine."
"You want me to be with you?" she whispered, eyes wide, "as in together?" she gulped as his free arm wrapped confidently around her waist, his other hand stayed under her chin.
"That's usually how it works." Sam laughed.
"Can I get to know you first?" She whispered nervously.
"Of course," Sam beamed, happy that she was considering this.
Eliza smiled up at him, making him smile also before leaning down to kiss her. His hand left her chin to join his other arm around her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Eliza threaded her fingers into his mess of hair and smiled into the simple kiss.
"You two ready yet?" Dean shouted from outside making the pair pull away from each other, they smiled at each other and Eliza reached for her bag, Sam stopped her and carried both his and her bags to the car. Eliza smiled to herself before following him out of the door and to the Impala.
Dean was already in the drivers seat and Sam in the passengers seat when Dean leaned out the window and gave Eliza the motel keys and told her to hand them in. He waited till Eliza was out of hearing range before turning to his brother.
"What's going on with you man?" Dean asked, Sam gave him a confused look so Dean continued, "I come back this morning and your depressive and moody, we get to the car and you've got a stupid grin on your face!"
"Don't know what you're on about," Sam said turning his head to face the window so Dean wouldnt see his smile.
"Whatever man," Dean grumbled as Eliza got in the car.
"Ready boys?" she smiled happily.
They had found the store easily and were now looking for the guy that had found the body, all dressed smartly, this time trying to impersonate the police.
"Hey, that him?" Dean asked, hinting down the bottom of the aisle they were on, he matched the description the management gave them.
"Excuse me?" Eliza called as the three of them walked towards the man, he was about Deans height, young with broad shoulders and short black hair.
He smiled at the trio, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, were with the FBI," Dean said flashing a fake ID, "We'd like to ask you a few questions about your college that was found the other day."
"We understand you found the deceased." Eliza added.
The man nodded, his eyes took in Eliza's form appreciatively, Eliza herself didn't notice but Sam did and he growled lightly in the back of his throat, loud enough for only Dean to hear. Dean raised an eyebrow at his younger brother, who was currently trying to melt the man with a glare.
"Richard," the man introduced himself, reaching out his hand to Eliza.
"Eliza," she smiled reaching out her hand, Richard took her hand and kissed it lightly. Flushing red, the young woman gestured to a typical uncaring Dean and a very, very angry Sam.
"These are my associates, Dean and Sam." Eliza smiled with a small cough trying to shake off her embarrassment.
"So Richard, why don't you tell you how you found your friend?" Dean asked, keeping a weary eye on his seething brother.
After Richard told the hunters that he had seen the guy hanging from the roof by steel wire, he showed them the back warehouse where he had found the man swinging. The roof was around 30feet high, possibly more.
"We had to just a crane to get him down," Richard explained, "No idea how he got up there to be honest."
"You think this was suicide?" Dean asked, slightly shocked.
"That's what the police said, so what else could it be?" Richard replied making Sam and Dean roll their eyes.
"That's what were here to find out," Eliza smiled.
Dean was crouched next to a blood stain not the floor while Sam was staring up at the spot the victim was found hanging.
"You know," Richard approached Eliza, who was stood next to Sam, "if you wanted to know more about the guy, I could always tell you over drinks."
"That would be inappropriate." Sam snapped, not looking at the man.
Eliza smiled apologetically at Richard before he walked away to continue working.
"I'm going to ask for the security footage," Eliza said before scurrying off.
"What the fuck was that about man?" Dean asked, still examining the dry blood.
"Nothing," Sam snapped at him, a deep scowl imprinted on his handsome features.
"Didn't look like nothing," Dean said raising to a stand.
"Oh, well what did it look like Dean?" Sam grumbled moodily,
"Well, Sammy," Dean said walking to stand in front of his brother with a stern expression, "It looked like you damn near bit that guys head of for being nice to 'Liza."
"It's not his business to be nice to her."
"Oh, so it's yours?" Dean asked eyebrow raised.
"Well yeah, it is."
"Oh really?" Dean asked his voice getting slightly louder, "You get the hots for her and then you acting like she's yours? I heard you growling at that guy earlier, that's messed up man."
"Well maybe she is mine." Sam snapped glaring down at his brother.
Dean opened his mouth to give his brother a roasting but promptly closed it again when he saw Eliza walking back to them. The male hunters glared were stood silently glaring at each other when Eliza reached them.
"Is everything alright?" she asked quietly, afraid one of them might blow up.
"Yeah," Sam said turning his full attention to the woman and Dean just watching his brother, clenching his jaw to stop the torrent of abuse from spewing forth.
"Well, the security cameras seemed to have been disturbed, the picture isn't showing up," Eliza explained, "no background noise or anything, I have no idea what were dealing with.."
"Great," Dean muttered sarcastically, "Let's get out of here."
As they were leaving, Dean noted that Sam was walking as close as he could to Eliza and glaring at any male passer by that gazed at her suggestively.
Dean sighed mentally, he wanted his friend to be happy, and he wanted his happy brother back but where would that leave him? A third wheel or add-on to them.
When they got back to the motel, Eliza was very aware of the tension between the brothers. Dean was cleaning his guns, somewhat angrily, while Sam typed furiously on the laptop.
With a sigh, Eliza put down the newspaper she had been reading on a death at the DIY store, "Guys, What's up?"
No answer.
"Come on, why are you angry at each other?"
Silence.
"Did you have and argument again?" she persisted,
"None of you business," Sam grumbled, worried that Dean might spill about Sams possessiveness over her.
Eliza clenched her jaw angrily, she was part of the team, why weren't they letting her help.
"You know what," Eliza said standing and grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair before shrugging it on, "Fuck you guys, if your going to be brooding miserable pricks then screw you." she snapped before turning and striding out the room, slamming the door behind her.
After a while on uncomfortable silence, Sam spoke to his brother, "Dean -"
"Unless your going to explain why you're being a possessive douche, I dont want to hear it."
"Dean this is important," Sam hurried, "we can't find any spirits related to the store because their isn't any, this has got to be a human murdering a human."
"Well that makes a change," Dean grumbled before realisation hit him, "Like the guy who showed up round today."
Sam nodded and both brothers rushed out the door.
Eliza found herself sat on a bench outside the DIY store, she liked to drown herself in work when she was angry.
"This seat taken?" she heard from beside her, she looked up to she Richard from earlier stood next the empty space on her bench. Eliza shook her head and he sat down.
"So, what you doing out here without your body guards?" he smiled.
Eliza granted him a small smile back, "I kind of mad with them at the minute."
"Oh that's a shame," he said, "Hey wanna come to my place for that drink?"
Eliza was about to answer him but her phone started to buzz angrily in her pocket, pulling it out she groaned when she realised it was San phoning her. Opening her phone and then snapping it shut, Eliza ended the call before turning to Richard.
"Yeah, a drink sounds nice."
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