AN:
Sorryyyyyyy! Ugh the craziness of life has once again reared its ugly head. I'm back & I'll have another new update for you all by Monday. & It will be some of the good stuff. I would love to reply to everyone's comments but I just don't have the time right this second. But I will reply back in the next chapter. This chapter isn't very long but I hope its okay. I appreciate all of the lovely reviews! I love getting feedback from you all. Keep reading and reviewing! Thanks everyone! 3
We finally reach the motel after 15 min, a very long and torturous drive in my opinion, filled with the longing glances Dean was sending my way. I practically jumped out of the moving vehicle in order to remove myself from the situation. I stumbled a little because of my nerves but luckily caught myself, trying to make my trip look as graceful as possible. I seductively looked over my shoulder to make sure Dean was indeed leaving, only to see dark green eyes staring back at me with a passion in them unlike any I had ever seen. I felt even more wetness dampen my inner thighs. I had so many thoughts running through me it was hard to keep up with them all. My pussy was saying, "Open for business. Please enter here." My heart was saying, "He cares about you. He wants to be your knight in shining armor. He wants to protect you. Let him be your hero." But it was my brain that I untimely listened to. Sad I know. But it did have a good point. My brain told me I needed answers and I really truly did or I would never forgive myself.
"Umm don't you have something to do there, darlin'? How about you get a move on." I say flippantly.
"Yes ma'am." Dean shot back with a mock salute and as he pulled back out of the parking lot.
As soon as I saw the tail lights fade into the distance, I practically sprinted over to the hotel room Sam was currently quarantined in. In retrospect I think I knocked on the door a little too loudly because I heard a large bang and an "Oww!" come from behind the door.
Sam, after looking through the peep hole, opened the door slowly while he rubbed the back of his head.
"Did I startle you?" I ask.
"Sort of, I feel asleep on the bathroom floor and knocked my head into the toilet paper holder when I got up." Sam says still rubbing the back of his head and gesturing for me to enter the hotel room.
"The bathroom floor huh? I think me waking you up was for the best then. You may want to wash your face. Not that that would save you from any flesh eating diseases you may have picked up from that floor." I say with a smile.
"Yeah tell me about it." Sam laughs. "How's the hunt going? And where's Dean? You didn't shoot him and leave him in the woods for the animals did you?" He says only half joking.
"I didn't want the wild animals to have the same stomach problems as you. Your brother went to get some food. He really worked up and appetite during a little car chase." I reply.
"Wait what? You both were in a car chase?" Sam asks interested.
"Yeah, we found Sandy out in a shed. She was dead and there was a bomb in the cabin. Then when we got back to the Impala a huge pick up was waiting for us with a few rounds of buck shot. Something tells me we aren't dealing with anything supernatural." I inform as I take a seat on the edge of one of the beds.
"Got any ideas?" Sam says as he mulls over the situation.
"Nada. Well unless we want to go way out of the box and say that a bunch of back woods maniacs are kidnapping women to raise their youngin so they can go out and do some fishin' on the swamp." I say as I pick some lint off of the bed covers.
"Ehh I've heard of stranger. And speaking of strange, did you notice Dean acting odder than usual?" Sam asks knowingly as he takes a seat next to me on the bed.
"You would know better than I would Sam. I mean he's your brother. You spend time with him and I don't." I say sarcastically.
"No one can figure him out Jo. Not even me." Sam grumbles as he lies back on the bed.
"Oh so then I guess you can't help me." I whisper.
"Help you? With what?" He asks as I curse myself for whispering a little too loudly.
"Your brother wants to get in my pants." I grind out.
"What else is new? He's wanted to do that since your fist first connected with his face." Sam says matter of factly.
"Yeah I got that much. But I don't want to be a one night stand Sam. I can't handle that from someone I consider to be a friend. How strange is that?" I muse.
"How strange is what?" He asks not even phased by where this conversation is headed.
"How completely fucked up is it that I can go and screw some random Tom, Dick or Harry without knowing anything about him but I feel weird about having sex with someone I'm friends with, someone who I know genuinely cares about my safety?" I ask lying back on the bed and turning to look at Sam.
"It's the life Jo. It's clearly messed up but it's what we know. But I do know that Dean does care for you Jo. He talks about you all of the time. Just little things, nothing that's too noticeable. You know like if we are at a sporting goods store, Dean looks at the knives and mentions how much you would like a certain model. Or if we see a blonde on the street or wherever, Dean will mention how much better looking your hair is. He cares about you Jo. He doesn't want you to get hurt but there is something else there too, and if I knew any better I'd say Dean was in love with you." Sam said as he reached over to my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
"Love." I say so quietly it's almost inaudible.
"I think you feel it too, and personally I think it's about time you two crazy kids stopped beating around the bush before it's too late. Everyone deserves a little happiness Jo. It's up to you to make it happen though." Sam lectures as he gets up off the bed and ushers me toward the door.
"Think about it." He says as he rubs my back in a reassuring manor. "Now if you will excuse me, I need to go and vomit up my small intestine."