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Sam leapt into the circle, and began untying his brother. Dean's head started to lift and he groaned.

"We done?" Dean mumbled.

"Yeah Dean, we're done," Sam replied helping his brother from the old wooden chair. He called to Eva who by now had dozed off on the sofa, she jumped awake, grumbled at the pain it caused and followed the two boys. Sam took the liberty of helping himself to Dean's car keys, only frowning at the evil glare he received from Dean. Eva took her place in the back, resting her head on the top of her seat. Dean watched as her eyelids gave up the fight and closed, and whispered to Sam.

"She's not fit to drive, take her back to our motel and I'll take the floor," ordered Dean, firmly looking straight forward. A grin spread across Sam's face and he began singing.

"Eva and Dean sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G!"

"Dude, shut up!" shot Dean, checking to see if Eva had heard.

"First comes foreplay, then comes sex…!"

"Fuck off!"

"Well, I think you'll be doing enough fucking for the both of us." Sam was answered with a punch to the arm.

He pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. They both turned around in their seats to look at Eva's sleeping form.

"Well you can wake her." Sam sprung from the car, popped the trunk and grabbed their bags, running to their room. Dean sat for a moment, contemplating just how to wake her. Then it came to him…what if I don't need to wake her…at all. He opened her door and gently as he possibly could, lifted her into his arms. Pushing the door closed with his arse, he began the trek to their room, pausing only once as Eva shifted in her sleep.

"Oooo, clever!" Sam grinned as Dean crept into the room. Dean placed Eva on his bed and tucked her in.

"You actually like her don't you?" an amazed look spread across Sam's face.

Dean looked up. "I just feel guilty that's all."

"Liar."

"Nerd."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"For the love of God, shut the fuck up." Eva mumbled. Both boys jumped at the new addition in their bitchfest. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking around the room. Her eyes flew open.

"Where the fuck am I?" she whispered.

"Er, we decided, you weren't fit to drive, so we took you to our motel," replied Dean looking for something to fix his eyes on.

"Wasn't fit to drive?!" she fumed, trying to raise her voice.

"I'll, er, be somewhere…away," stuttered Sam, quickly leaving the motel room. Eva stood to meet Dean.

"Look you kept falling asleep, you wouldn't have been able to drive…trust me." Eva's eyes widened even more.

"Trust you! Thanks to you, I've lost my necklace, lost the ability to talk and feel like I've done ten rounds with….well you!" The fact her voice ended up sounding like a harsh whisper, only infuriated her more.

"Look it wasn't my fault," fumed Dean, his voice raising.

"Does it look like I care!"

"Your impossible, you know that!" yelled Dean.

Eva's fist flew out, connecting with Dean's lip and he stumbled backwards. He raised his hand to hit her back, but instead put his fist through the wooden coffee table, and stormed out.

2 hours later…

Dean burst into the room, slammed the door behind him, and glared at Eva's back from where she sat on his bed. He walked past, dropping the necklace on the duvet beside her, and propped himself against the wall. She glanced down, biting back a smile.

"Your still an arsehole."

"Your still a bitch."

They both jumped from where they were, and met in the middle with a rough kiss. Dean grabbed her butt, shoving her upwards so her legs wrapped around his waist. He turned them round so he landed on the bed first.

"Prick," mumbled Eva against his mouth.

"Cow," he quickly replied before kissing her again. She broke apart again and lifted her top, Dean watched as she bit back the hiss of pain. He bent forward and began small kisses up her body, ending with her mouth.

"I'm sorry-," he began.

"Shut up." She interrupted, pushing him back on the bed.

A smile spread across Sam's face as he walked in and looked at Dean and Eva cuddled together asleep. Dean woke up to the noise of Sam closing the door and untangled himself from Eva.

"Shut up." Dean grumbled.

"Didn't say a word," Sam grinned, holding up his hands.

"Ya didn't need to."

Sam chuckled.

"What time is it?" Dean groaned as he sleepily ruffled his hair.

"One thirty…in the afternoon." Sam replied. Dean's eyes widened in shock.

"Shit."

"Yeah, well…we had a busy night, some more than others." Sam grinned. Dean flashed him a fake smile, and joined him at the small motel table.

"Where'd you sleep anyway?"

"The car."

"If you've dribbled everywhere, you're dead." Dean stated, sounding very serious all of a sudden.

"Ha ha ha," Sam replied in a mock tone. "I'm going for a shower."

Once Sam had gone, Dean took out his weapons and began the weekly chore of cleaning them. He was interrupted by groans from Eva. He watched as she began tossing and turning in the bed.

"No, no leave them alone," she murmured. Dean rose from his seat and gently placed himself next to her sleeping form. He shook her gently, and wasn't expecting the punch that landed on his nose. Eva's eyes widened as she realised what her fist had connected with, and her hands flew to her mouth.

"Ow…my fugig dose!" mumbled Dean, his hands covering his injury.

Eva burst out laughing at the way he sounded, then quickly stopped as she sounded even worse.

"What da fug was dat for?" he frowned.

"It was an accident," she laughed.

He made a small grunting noise.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that last part," grinned Eva.

"Fug off."

"Let me take a look."

"Do!"

She prised his hands from his face and inspected his nose.

"You're lucky it's not broken," she replied, her voice now making some noise. He swatted her hands away, as Sam came from the bathroom. Dean shoved past him and slammed the door shut. Eva shrugged her shoulders at Sam's shocked face. She clambered out of bed and popped her head round the bathroom door.

"Sweety?" she cooed.

"Go away." She laughed and jumped up onto the bathroom side, next to the wash basin. Dean inspected the damage.

"Well, your voice is getting better."

"So is yours," he replied.

Silence filled the small room, until Dean broke it by asking her a question.

"What were you dreaming about?"