Me and Sam just walked in silence.

I sighed as we reached a town, then I said to him. 'Let's just grab a motel and stay there until we figure things out.' He nodded in agreement and we walked into one.

The guy behind the counter said. 'Double or two singles?'

Sam raised an eyebrow when I said double, then asked me as we walked around to the room. 'Why not the singles?' I rolled my eyes. 'Because I like my personal hot water bottle thanks.' Sam rolled his own eyes now as we went into the room, I collapsed onto the bed now, closing my eyes, listening to Sam sitting down at the table, opening his laptop and clicking at the keys.

'No cases Sammy.' I told him with my eyes shut. I heard a sigh, then the bed went down a little as Sam lay down beside me. My eyes opened now and I turned to face him, then sighed. 'Why did we get this life Sam? What did we do to deserve this-?'

Sam sighed now, then sat up- so did I, looking at him. He just said quietly now. 'I've no idea... but it's still our fault you're involved at all. Dad shouldn't have bought you into all this... you deserve better.' I listened in silence, then he lent forwards and pulled me into a hug. I sighed and put my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes for a second. I chuckled now, then said.

'But if I wasn't... I wouldn't have such a great guy as you for a friend.'

Sam let me go now, then he lent forwards to kiss me, and I jolted back, shaking my head. 'No.' I heard him sigh and say. 'Sorry... It's just...' he stood up now and I watched him run a hand through his hair and turn back to me. 'I still love you, ok?' He told me, eyes sad. I stood up now, facing him.

But now I sighed. 'Sam... I'm with Dean ok? If he forgives me...' I trailed off, and he put a hand either side of my face and said softly. 'He doesn't know how lucky he is...' I didn't pull away this time as he kissed me softly, hands on my waist. But I had to break it off after a moment. I felt so... guilty about Dean. I wouldn't, couldn't cheat on him with his own brother... how low would that be-?

Sam sighed now, then I said, trying to cheer him up. 'Fancy a MacDonalds?' It worked, as he smiled and said. 'Yeah, sure.'

Inside MacDonalds, I glanced out the window at the cars driving past, then at Sam, who was eating a Caesar salad. Health freakette. I agreed with Dean on a few facts about him- a girl in disguise, neat freak and ate more salad than a rabbit. Charming I know. But that was what you came up with when you were seventeen and stuck in a motel room with a very annoying twenty one year old who was dying to get out and get laid.

Sam had walked out a few weeks ago. Me and Dean went to this town in Indiana where there was a Vanir in scarecrow form. Nasty little bastard... then the villagers planned to use us both as a sacrifice.

Thank God Sam came back and saved us. I could have kissed him there and then.

Sam sighed now, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, checking the voicemail no doubt- but there was nothing. Same with me.

Dean was probably furious at the pair of us. But...

I missed him... missed his cheeky grin and jokes...

I heard Sam say now. 'We should... you know, go back to Dean...' I sighed and nodded. 'Yeah... but let's leave it til tomorrow yeah? I just... want to think for abit.'

Sam smiled, then pushed his strawberry milkshake towards me. I smiled too and took it from him, having a slurp from the straw.

Afterwards, I dragged him into town to go shopping. My old wedge high heeled boots were sadly becoming worn and I needed some more.

When I met him back at the motel as the sun was setting, he was laid out on the bed, minus his shirt, making me roll my eyes as I closed the door and say. 'What are you trying to do? Get a tan from a lightbulb (?)'

Sam chuckled and put his laptop down now, sitting up and beckoned me over. I walked over and sat down next to him as he picked something up from the table and took my hand, placing something in my palm. I looked at it and smiled; it was a pentagram with a gorgeous red gem in the middle. Most people thought pentagrams were evil- actually quite the opposite.

I turned it over and smiled, looking at him. 'How long have you had this?' He chuckled. 'A while.'

On the back was "Leona + Sam, friends forever"

Sam chuckled, taking it and undoing the clasp, moving my hair out the way so he could put it on me. I turned back to him now, smiling. 'Thank you. And...' I sighed. 'I'm sorry... Deans ring... I bought that for y-'

Sam held up a hand stopping me dead. 'It's fine.' he chuckled, then looked at the hand still on my shoulder, and I knew what he was going to do, and a moment later, sure enough he kissed me again, and I didn't push him away this time. I let him pull shirt off and kiss my neck, then back to my lips.

Ok, so I knew that I should really tell him no, but I just... couldn't... I had loved him before Dean, and even though I was so furious at him the whole three years...

I still loved him. He was my childhood sweetheart...

When I woke up in the morning, I felt guilty then; I'd cheated on Dean... with his own brother...

Oh for fucks sake... why did both of these come without instruction manuals or something-? As soon as I fell out with one, I ran into the others arms...

Dean couldn't find out... Hell no...

Sam came out the shower now, then stopped dead when he saw me awake. I just sighed and got up, grabbing my clothes and pulling my shirt on, the guilt trying to subside, but I wouldn't let it- It had been my own fault. I should've just said no.

He sighed now, then said quietly. 'Sorry.'

I rolled my eyes now, then said, feeling annoyed. 'Is that all you ever say? Look- it happened ok? It's not like we're eighteen again, then the next day you ran off...' Sam just stared then said quietly. 'Dean's gonna be here any time. So I suggest you try and look presentable.'

I sighed and nodded, grabbing my jeans and yanking them on.

Dean came not twenty minuets after, and both me and Sam were shock and surprised when Dad followed him in, folding his arms at us both. But then he sighed and said quietly to me. 'Lee... we need to talk.'

I followed him outside and we sat on a low wall. Dad now said quietly. 'You deserve the truth... about your parents...' he sighed, then started.

'My wife... and your parents died the same way. I was driving through your home in Jacksonville, and I stopped off at your parents to ask them something. But that's not important...' he groaned and said. 'Leona... your parents were hunters.'

'What-?'

Dad nodded, then continued. 'Your mother and father helped me out of a demon situation once, and I asked them for help. They refused, saying they were parents now and the rules had changed. You were six months old at the time and they weren't in the business then. When me and your father were outside talking before I left, there was an explosion from your room and we ran upstairs...' he sighed again. 'Your mother... was already dead, and as we ran out, I had you and your dad got hurt badly by the flames. Before he died, he made me swear I'd take care of you.'

I had tears in my eyes by the end- my parents had died saving me... and they were hunters... no wonder I was such a good hunter- it was in my blood.

John... Dad, reached inside his coat and pulled out a photo, handing it to me. It was a picture of him and two other people. The guy was very good looking with black hair and shiny sapphire eyes and a smile upon his face. His arm was around a young woman with my own fire red hair, her eyes bronze.

My parents...

I turned it over and the names said- Sara and Ethan Loveridge.

John. No. Dad, had his arms around me now as I sobbed into his chest. 'Was it the same demon-?' I asked now. He sighed and nodded. 'It's all linked. But I'm working on it, I swear. We'll get this bastard ok?'

I nodded and sat back up, wiping my tears away. Dad sighed, then we looked up at the room as we heard loud arguing, then ran back to find Dean pinning Sam to the wall by his jacket, snarling. 'You did what!' He looked around at me now. No, glared and shook his head. 'Have fun last night (?)' he said, eyes dark.

I frowned, then saw Sam staring at the ceiling, then I realized.

'You told him!'

Dean let go of Sam and walked over to me now and said, eyes colder than I'd seen in a good while. 'So you're sleeping with both of us? Fine. Ok... answer me this then-' Sam frowned and stepped forwards now as Dean said. 'Pick one then.'

He couldn't ask that of me... could he-? But now as I saw his expression, I knew he was being serious... about what he was really asking me...

'Which one of us do you love more- me or Sam?'

Oooh! Nasty! So, Leona has to chose? Who is she gonna pick of the two? Feel free to leave a review on who she might pick! Be funny/interesting to hear your views! next soon!