I'm gonna pull a livejounral here...

Mood: awake, moody and headachey (is that a word?)

Currently: in hell with dean until haitus is over. i won't have it any other way :D

I'm listening to: paranoid by black sabbath

Notes: Anything you recogonize is not mine :D and thanks for all the amazing reviews!

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Chapter 25: Hunted Part 1

Note to Self: Never use Lavender bath gel as bubble bath liquid; even though in large massive quantities it does create suds.

I stood up in the shower, watching the water carrying the bath gel down the drain. I had wanted a bath after the whole clinic thing and I figured I deserved a long, ya know, a two hour soaking in hot water with bubbles. Which Dean found ridiculous. He had no idea how laying in a bath full of bubbles could be therapeutic for some people. I mean, Christ, Dean thought he was the only therapeutic thing invented when it came to relaxing. I shrugged; eh when you look like Dean I guess you could think that. In your head. He actually mentioned it to me right when we were driving to the motel. And all in all, he wasn't exactly wrong. I'm sure he could do many things to make my body relax. But I wanted a bubble bath and unless Dean's body was somehow producing lavender scented bubbles from his hands, I'd have to pass.

The only problem was now, getting out of the shower without slipping. I had managed to grab my towel off the back of the toilet without falling and breaking my neck, but getting out seemed more difficult. The mere action of wrapping the towel around my body had made my feet slide against the bottom of the tub. Where were those little rough patches on the bottom of the tub that prevented falling? Maybe they only had them in old folk's homes…cheap ass motel. Like they didn't get old people as customers!

I made a small squealing noise as my foot slid into my other one. I took a deep breath as my heart pounded at almost connecting my nose with the end of the tub. Like I said, using Lavender gel for bubbles, so not a good idea. It made the entire shower incredibly slippery.

I pushed my hair behind my ear and groaned as my pride slipped down a few notches. "Dean!" I called out, hoping he was still here to help. Otherwise I'd have to call Sam. No, wait, I think I'd rather fall and break my face off the floor than that one. "Dean!" I called out again.

I heard coils moan and padding on the floor as he approached the door. "Yeah?"

"Well…." I said irritatingly. "Come in."

He opened the door slowly and I braced myself as I slid on the floor again. There was nothing to grab onto but the shower curtain and I'd definitely fall if I added my weight to that. It'd snap in three seconds flat, cushioning the blow, but I was trying to think of a plan where falling was not an option. That's where Dean came in.

He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest; watching me. "You beckoned?" He asked, a tint of sheer entertainment cloaking his voice.

"Don't just stand there."

"I'm…not sure what you want." He tried to play it off like he was stupid but you could hear the small grin wanting to dance on his lips. And he couldn't hide the blunt amusement filling his voice.

"I think its pretty ob—" I slipped again and I saw Dean's muscles jerk slightly, like he was preparing himself to go and catch me. I managed to gain balance one more time and I saw him visibly relax. Asshole. "Please come and get me." I whined.

Dean chuckled, coming in and closing the door. He approached the tub and was close enough that I could grab him. But I knew he wanted something out of me first.

"Admit it."

I looked at him and my face scrunched. I whined again, which only made his smile get bigger. "No."

He shrugged, like he was going to leave me there and turned around. "Alright, if that's the way you want it…"

"Wait." I said and he turned back around, waiting expectantly. His eyebrows rose as I stumbled with words for a moment. "Next time I want any type of therapeutic actions I'll come straight to you." I said and emphasized my sentence with a roll of my eyes.

"That didn't sound like a promise to me."

This one slip did it and I squealed his name as I lost my balance. He reached foreword and grabbed my arm, holding me up from connecting my face with the edge of the tub. I sighed in relief and wrapped a hand around Dean's other arm. He smiled and ran a hand through my hair as my towel began to slide a bit down my body.

"Wanna fix your toga there?" I glared at him and his eyebrows rose. "I just meant before I pick you up."

I adjusted it slightly and held it with my one hand as Dean lifted me up around my waist and set me down on the carpeted floor. Yeah; odd. I think this was the only bathroom in my entire life that had a carpeted floor.

"Now, was that so hard?" Dean asked me, his voice soft and misleading. It pressed against my face and it felt like I was in a sauna. His arms remained wrapped around my waist as my towel continued to fall.

I tried fixing it but he stopped my movements, leaning in to brush his full soft lips against my own. "I thought you wanted me to fix it?"

"I changed my mind. The open toga look is very in this week." I giggled as he sounded very stuck up and he pressed his lips against my own. His tongue prowled inside my mouth, like he was looking for a certain taste while kissing me. After he sensed I needed oxygen to carry on kissing him, he pulled back and left a gentle kiss on my nose. "Let me tell you, the lavender definitely works for you." He said, getting a soft glint in his eyes. I smiled. "It's very sensual."

He leaned down and whispered that in my ear, causing me to shiver slightly. "Yeah, definitely sexy all slippery and not being able to get out of the tub like that."

Dean shrugged, squeezing my waist. He had a long sleeved t-shirt on and I knew from my body being wet the towel was going to get his sleeves damp. But he didn't seem to be worrying about it. "Huh, I thought that was half the charm."

I laughed. "Right, it says right there on the bottle, 'Dazzle your boyfriend by getting stuck in the shower with our new ravishing Lavender body wash.'"

Dean smirked, leaning down to kiss me again. "Color me dazzled." He said; his voice sultry and hot.

I pushed my body against him, forgetting about the towel completely, caring less if it fell. Dean was trying to promote that anyways. He was pushing my sides as I pushed him against the bathroom door; mouth ravishing his. He was trying to maneuver his hands inside the towel to loosen the knot at the top of my breasts, where it was firmly holding it. He managed to sneak one hand in there and I gasped as he brushed it against the skin right under my breasts. I could feel his satisfied grin against my mouth. I pushed my own hands along his neck and his back, working downwards to grab pieces of skin. This was too long waited; our bodies were basically oozing for each other. Didn't I mention that Dean had taken the stitches out of my leg after we got another motel room? I was basically free reign now; and Dean was loving it. You could tell by the way his touches were begging and desperate.

I worked my hands up to the front of him, removing his belt. It thumped softly on the floor and I'm sure by now Sam knew what we were doing in here. Dean managed to get the towel undone but hesitated on pulling it open; using slower movements to get the job done. It made me ache for him; but he knew that. That's why a slow cat like grin was dancing his lips. Eh, two could play.

I squeezed him, hard, through the front of his jeans and Dean's eyes closed as a loud groan escaped his lips and the towel dropped from his hands. I smiled my own grin; Dean was too sexy when he groaned like that and it was driving my own body crazy. I could literally feel my molecules rushing. It was like my entire body was one huge throbbing pulse.

He opened his eyes slowly; his body not use to this from lack of use. "Why, Andrea Core, are you trying to seduce me?" He asked slowly, his fingers brushing the skin above my belly button.

I gradually unbuttoned his jeans, taking the zipper down in an agonizing slow rate. "What else would I have called you in here for?" I asked quietly, flipping my long brown hair over my shoulder. It stuck to my back as he pushed me against the door again.

My stomach was filled with lustful butterflies. They were tickling the lines of my stomach and causing me to moan. His hands traveled downwards and hesitated as they reached my thighs, brushing them affectionately and tenderly. Of all the people in the world; Dean knew how to touch. Made me think that there was some class you could take and while John hadn't known it, Dean had taken it and passed with flying colors. There was no way he was born with that kind of knee buckling touch.

And that's exactly what my knees did. They buckled and I crashed against him. He smiled, it clearly not bothering him. All he did was turn me around and rest my back against his chest. He kissed my lips as we backed up and I soon found him sitting down on the edge of the tub, my body still firmly planted against his own. And as we sat there, his lips dancing across my neck, he leaned his hands down and they brushed against my core.

I grunted appreciatively and pushed against him, laying my head on his shoulder. His two fingers ventured and I squirmed on his lap, breathing heavily. I could feel everything he did. I could feel his tongue lick his bottom lip like he was in concentration. I could feel the way his fingers shook as he quickened his pace and I could feel how heavy his own breath was getting as his warmth beneath me started to grow from me moving on him. Everything was accelerated and heated until suddenly he stopped, right before my core burst and I groaned, almost crying in frustration.

But I knew what he wanted. We both stood, even though he had to wrap a secure arm around my waist to prevent me from falling. My legs weren't even close to being part of my body then and I'd surely fall if I had no support. I pulled his jeans down, not even stopping before I reached my hands inside his boxers. He closed his eyes as his breath stifled in his throat and he leaned his head back as I slid my fingers over his length, scratching my nails into his skin.

"Damn it, Andy." He hissed, causing a small smile to spread over my lips. I had a lot of ground to cover to get him to the same rate I had been in. But as I looked at him, observed the way his chest was heaving and the way his arm tightened around me, it wouldn't take long.

I pushed a little harder and sped up a little faster until he was damn near moaning with every move I made. That's when we ended up on the floor, granted, I don't remember the exact movements made to get there. All I was aware of was the cold carpeted floor against my bag and Dean cushioning my head with one of his arms. Finding it hard to move anywhere that way, he switched gears, lying on the floor for me and pushing me on top. Which I liked.

"This floor, most likely, hasn't been vacuumed for nine years." I said with a grimace, looking at the dust bunnies lying about near the wall. Dean sat up until his forehead was almost touching mine and I slid farther down his chest. I slid until I reached where he was bending and his lips shook as I made contact.

"Since when are you worried about Housekeeping 101?" Dean quirked, moving his hands to fondle one of my breasts.

Well. I wasn't worried about it now. I haphazardly grabbed the towel and placed it behind him and he smiled at the warm gesture and kissed me, sending me reeling as his pelvis clashed with mine. He lay back down on the towel and I moved on top of him, sliding in and savoring the tight warmth that filled my entire system. I let him move us. He liked having control every once and a while.

The thing with Dean though, was that he didn't believe in slow. And this time he was moving unbearably fast that I almost flat out screamed. In fact, not more than three minutes after he started moving, I did scream.

We had came at basically the same time and Dean was lifting himself from the floor to put his mouth on mine so Sam and anyone else close enough to hear wouldn't think I was getting murdered. He laughed against my mouth as he muffled my moans.

"I'm glad you think it's funny. Someone's calling the cops right now thinking I got hacked up into pieces." Though it didn't feel like my body was everywhere at once.

"So didn't feel horrible then, huh?" Dean asked, lifting me up and pulling out.

I giggled and shooed him off of me, sitting on the nasty ass carpet. "I'm not praising you."

"Oh, sweetheart, what you did with that mouth of yours was praise enough." Dean grinned, sitting up and kissing me on the cheek.

When he pulled away I was blushing so hard I thought all my blood had drained from body and went to my cheeks. He took the towel up from underneath him and scooted closer to me, wrapping me in it. "What?" He asked, gliding a gentle finger across my cheeks.

"I'm too loud." I said with a small smile, though I was being serious.

Dean shrugged, not giving a damn. "Who cares? I muffled some of it and the rest is no one else's business."

He helped me stand, even though I had to lean against him anyways. He waited for me to grab my footing and then slipped his pants back on.

"I guess, as long as it doesn't bother you…" I said quietly and he looked at me like I had just swallowed glass.

"Have I ever said that it has?" He asked me and I shook my head no. No, that was always me bringing it up. "I find it…incredibly sexy." He said with a slow grin and I rolled my eyes. "So don't worry about it." I nodded and he kissed my head. "You need clothes?"

"Yeah, jeans and a top please. And I mean an actual top, not my lingerie Dean."

He chuckled, heading for the door. "I figure as, since I'm going to get it, you'll wear what I bring you."

"And I see it as…" I went up and leaned on the door, preventing him from leaving. "Get me the right shirt or I'll walk out with nothing covering me to get the right one."

The grin instantly left his face and he pointed at me. "Not even funny."

I shrugged; it hadn't meant to be. Wasn't a joke. Actually, as I thought about it, it wasn't funny at all. Especially since I still had that thing with Sam hanging over my head. I still had no idea on how I was going to tell Dean without him getting extremely upset. I guess, no matter how I spun it I couldn't really avoid that. It was all Sam's fault anyways! How many times did Dean have to say something, to warn him about what was gonna happen if he didn't knock it off and wise up. I understand that it was a hard thing to get over, especially since it wasn't like we could take a break from one another. We were near each other 24/7. How are you supposed to get over something like that when the other is always around? But how is Sam kissing me supposed to help anything? I inwardly groaned; lip graze. Wasn't a kiss since I didn't even respond. It was a lip graze. Barely. Glad these things weren't doing anything to help me convince myself.

Suddenly a loud knock was at the door and I literally jumped like a mile high. Dean smiled slightly, kissing my head.

"Ya know, I know you guys tend to ignore what a bathroom is actually used for…" Huh. Look at that. Ignore…for. Sam made a rhyme. "But I'd rather not pee in the sink. If that's alright with you." He asked wryly. I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm and looked down at my towel. I really did not wanna pass him in this.

"You think his bladder will explode?" I asked Dean as he turned the handle.

He looked at me oddly. "We'll just switch. He'll come in here and you can dress out there."

"I'd rather not walk out there in this." I said softly but then dismissed the fact and nodded, thinking Sam would be too worried about needing to pee than what I was wearing.

Dean gave me a long look and seemed like he contemplating on what to tell Sam other than he'd have to wait a few minutes. I waved him off and opened the door, walking past Sam a bit faster than I usually would. I could feel both guys exchange a look and watch me as I sat on one of the beds. For someone who had to pee, Sam was staring at me like he'd rather have his bladder implode. I tried not to notice, even though it took him forever to shut the God damn door and I felt like I would have to get up and slam it shut for him.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked me, handing me clothes and kneeling in front of me. "If it's the loud thing, I told you not to worry about it."

I shook my head no, putting some hair behind my ear. "I need to talk to you." I said steadily.

He gave me a small comforting smile, so I'd continue, and rubbed my knee. My voice caught in my throat and I glanced towards the bathroom door and then at my feet, like I had never seen nail polish before. Dean shifted in front of me and rubbed my leg again.

"Hey," He said tenderly, reaching up to cup my face. He sensed my uneasiness and I reached up and tightly held his hand as he stroked my cheek. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

I wasn't so sure about that. I knew as soon as I said the name Sam all of this softness and love would be turned around and be taken for the worst in an instinct. It was amazing how Dean could change his emotions like that, and so quickly. It was like one moment he was fine and then next he was furious; like the calm before the storm.

"You have to promise that you won't turn into the Hulk the minute I say it."

Dean's eyes froze. The tenderness that seemed to bloom throughout his eyes was patching over with a thin layer of ice. I think he knew; deep down he knew what was going to come out of my mouth. What else would make him so angry that suddenly? Despite the way he was clearly thinking he nodded.

"Okay, I promise." I looked at him doubtfully and he sighed, saying it again. "I promise."

"It's about Sam."

Dean's hand fell from my face and the ice was permanently filling his eyes. I swear it was just like he turned to stone. His hands were cold and hard against my legs and he stood; but the action was almost like it pained him. I hadn't even told him what Sam did. The mere action that it had to do with me and Sam, Dean turned to ice. This was not going to be good.

"Dean…" I tried to tread carefully and stood, hurriedly putting clothes on before reality struck him or before he neglected to follow his promise.

"What did he do?" His voice was darker. Like a light switch had flipped in his head.

I knew it was better not to beat around the bush at this point. "At the clinic, he tried to kiss me."

Dean nodded and ran his tongue over his bottom lip; looking at the bathroom door like it was red and he was a bull. "Did he?"

I shook my head no. "His lips brushed mine."

Dean's jaw was clenching and he looked like he was really having trouble keeping his breathing in check. The door was like a traffic light and I'm guessing when it turned green Dean was off.

"Did he say anything to you?" Dean asked, hands shaking slightly at his sides. He wasn't looking at me when he asked and his voice was lower than it should have been. He was talking to me like he was afraid the walls had ears.

He wasn't making sense to me. "Say anything…?"

"Did he apologize?" He snapped and my face scrunched up in obvious sympathy. He sounded like a toddler that had lost his favorite toy. No, not lost. He sounded like a toddler who had just watched his brother break it.

Sam hadn't apologized but I mean, I wasn't surprised. He wasn't sorry he was taking a chance on kissing me. Dean wasn't there to witness it, like the field, why apologize for that?

I shook my head and put a hand on Dean's forearm and squeezed. "No."

He shook me off as Sam opened the bathroom door. Light turned green.

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I think Sam noticed the minute his foot left the bathroom that something was different. For one, Dean wasn't taking his eyes off him. He wasn't moving his eyes to the point where they had become slightly bloodshot because of it.

"Say you're sorry." Was all Dean said and I looked at him confused. Really? That's all he wanted from Sam? An apology and not a fist to the face? I was surprised and as I looked to Sam, so was he.

I knew he knew what was going on because he was looking at me, straight in the eyes. "For what?" Sam asked.

Dean's lips were shaking he was so angry and I thought I heard his jaw click as he shifted it. His breathing was uneven and heavy.

"For what?" Dean repeated, coming closer to Sam and my heart thundered in my chest.

Sam now looked at Dean, a challenge well showing through his eyes. "Yeah," he said evenly. He was way past being sorry for anything anymore. Which I thought was fucking selfish. This wasn't a ring match; whoever won wouldn't get me. The only thing Sam's stubbornness was going to cause was Dean punching the hell out of him. "For what?"

Dean smirked and slightly turned and before I knew it Sam was on the floor, nursing a bloody nose.

"Andy isn't a living room Sam, she isn't fucking free domain." Dean screamed, lifting him by the collar and hitting him again. This time landing his fist across his one eye.

I ran from the bed as I saw Dean raise his fist again. If I didn't get in the middle, he wouldn't stop. But before I got there Sam got up and wailed a punch at Dean, a suspiring one, because it clocked Dean right across the cheek bone.

If Dean wasn't pissed before, he was now. Especially with the huge bruise decorating his now stinging cheekbone and adrenaline running through his veins. I got right between them before anyone could retaliate. And Dean was trying to. He was pushing hard against my front and Sam hard against my back. If I wouldn't have been so hell bent on keeping them from smacking the hell out of each other there would have been a joke somewhere in there about that.

"Stop!" I screamed. "That's enough." I pushed on Dean's chest, trying to get him to look at me. "Dean…" I pushed on him again and he finally connected eyes with mine. "Stop…" I said gently, pleading.

I pushed Dean back a little farther before I set him on one the bed and Sam on the other. I stepped back and looked at them a moment. Both of them sat on the edges of their beds, muttering curses under their breath and playing with items on themselves. Dean was twisting the hell out of his ring and it looked like he was creating a rash around his ring finger. Sam was playing with a button on the end of his long sleeved button down…until that button snapped off and he began twiddling with another. I shook my head at both of them; children I swear to God.

I stepped towards Dean first, gently lifting his chin and observed his face. I put a firm thumb on the bottom of his chin as I tilted his face left and right to look at the dark purple bruise underneath his left eye. His knuckles didn't look too nice either. I think I heard him hit the door after he succeeded in hitting Sam's face. I kissed his forehead and rubbed my fingers along his lips for a moment.

I stepped back and approached Sam gently, looking at Dean while I did so. I did the same thing with Sam; obviously not kissing him or anything. He had a pretty good black and blue mark decorating his eye socket. He looked like he was auditioning to be a clown and went a little haywire with the makeup. He was also bleeding pretty badly from his nose and he sniffled as I took my hand away from him.

I made it towards the bathroom but stopped, turning back to address them. "I swear to God, either of you move from your spot, you're gonna regret it."

Surprisingly, neither of them moved as I filled up a bowl with warm water and took a few washcloths from the bathroom. Just sat there and glared at each other; muttering things under their breath.

I pulled up a chair from the kitchen table and sat the bowl on it, taking one of the washcloths and dipping it in the water and then wringing some of it out.

I handed it to Sam. "Hold this to your nose." I said quietly. "I'll get you some ice in a few minutes for your eye." He nodded and gently took it from me and applied it to his nose.

I grabbed another chair and sat in front of Dean, who was looking at Sam like he still had a death wish. "Hey." I said, trying to get his attention. I sighed, leaning up to kiss his lips. He looked at me then, noticing I was now sitting in front of him. "Your turn."

"Why'd you do him first?" He asked irritatingly as I held up the warm washcloth to his face.

I rolled my eyes and pushed it against his bruise, causing him to hiss in pain. "Because you're not bleeding."

He rolled his eyes and shooed my hand away, holding the washcloth to his face. "He's lucky he can still walk." Dean said, obviously unhappy that he didn't succeed in doing whatever he wanted to do to Sam.

"You're lucky you didn't do anything worse." I said, poking him in the chest.

"What? You didn't want me to stand up for you?" He asked, almost angry. "For us?"

I shook my head no and took his hand, kissing it. "No. I didn't want you to kill him." I said that with a hint of laughing but Dean wasn't finding anything funny at this point in time. I sighed, leaning up to kiss his other cheekbone. "You need to stop treating this like it's a competition." I said as calmly as I could. I had to think everything through before I said it. Dean was really testy and the wrong sentence, whether it sounded right or not, could be taken the wrong way. "It's not and you know that." I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled my face close to his as he moved the washcloth away from his face. "I'm yours Dean. And no one is going to change that."

He seemed to be calmed by that, or maybe he was faking it. He did nod, however, to benefit me if anything and kissed me gently. He rubbed his nose against my own and sighed, leaning back to put the washcloth back on his face. I sat up and took a look at Sam; who looked plain pissed and went to get ice from the fridge. I wrapped up four of five cubs in two dishtowels and handed one to Sam and the other to Dean. Both of them looked pretty beat to hell, seeing as how Dean had only had a really harsh bruise while Sam was still bleeding.

I dumped the water from the bowl in the sink and sat back against counter, glancing at my two guys. My two, fairly bruised, slightly embarrassed and still cursing guys. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"You two hungry?" I asked and they nodded. "Great, who wants to go look for a pizza joint?"

Dean stood, looking for his keys and wincing as he took the ice away from his face. "I think I saw one about ten minutes away from here."

"Great, you wanna go get us two pies?" I asked and Dean shifted, looking at me and then at Sam.

"You don't wanna come?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. Come on, Dean. What did I just say? "You wanna share one?" I asked and Dean looked at his watch.

"You sure this place will be open at eight at night?"

I stuck my lower lip out and crossed my arms over my chest. Even though Dean hated it a small smile started playing over his lips. He shook his head. "Don't get all five year old on me."

"It's only ten minutes." I said and shrugged. "Do you want to share one?" I repeated and Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. Mushrooms and anchovies?" I scrunched my nose and Dean chuckled, giving me a quick kiss. "Pepperoni?" I nodded and smiled. Dean shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I am whipped."

"Oh but you love it." I said with a huge grin and turned to look at Sam. "What do you want on yours?"

Sam sat back on the bed and turned on the TV. "Cheese."

"It's a pizza. It comes with cheese pal. Nothing else?" I asked him, knowing he liked pepperoni and weird toppings like M&M's. Oh yeah, on drunken night M&M's had found their way onto our pizza. Don't ask me, I don't even remember how that even happened.

He shook his head no and continued to lean his eye into the ice. I winced in sympathy and walked Dean to the door.

"You sure you're going to be okay?" Dean asked me, sticking his head back in the door.

I smiled and leaned against the doorframe and cupped his face. "How bout I call you if I need you? You can come back with a vengeance."

His face lit up momentarily and I giggled at the childish glow. "Like Batman?"

I kissed him, not to hard seeing as how I didn't want to brush over his bruise. He ran his fingers through my hair and held me tightly around the waist. I pulled back and nodded against his lips.

"Like Batman." I repeated and Dean grinned.

I rolled my eyes, shutting the door. What a dork.

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Sam and I hadn't said anything to each other since Dean had left. We sat there, on opposite beds, as Sam flipped through the horrible stations on the TV. The news, an old basketball game, a soap opera, the L word, the news…so many stations. I rolled my eyes. I hated motel TV with a passion. Just once I'd like to lie down and watch something decent. But I guess that's why some motels had DVD and VHS players. This one barely had the right frequency to get rid of static.

"So scale from 1 to 10 how angry are you?" I asked Sam, knowing clearly how he wouldn't answer me. "Sam? Like an 11.5?" Nothing. "You knew I had to tell him right?" Again, nothing. He just shifted again on the bed, took the ice off his face, checked his nose and eye and continued ignoring me. Maybe I should have gone with Dean. "You gonna…" I stopped in the middle of the sentence and rubbed my nose, setting off a sneeze.

"Bless you." Sam said quietly, but almost instantly.

My eyes widened as I reached for a tissue of the nightstand and looked at him. Out of everything I was saying he couldn't ignore the simple kind gestures could he? Unbelievable.

I couldn't help myself. "Ha! Got you to say something." I broke off in small giggles and I found Sam turning to look at me, a small smile now playing over his lips. He directed his head back towards the television and my laughter eventually died off. I knew he was justifying in his head why he had said something to me. He was probably thinking it was a natural thing to do and it's kind of like a gut reaction when anyone sneezes. I smiled. I was waiting for him to deny the nice gesture he had pulled; I was ready to counteract it.

But he didn't. "You want to pick something to watch?" He asked and I shrugged. He threw the remote on my bed and I picked it up, flipping through some channels. "So, is this how it's gonna be from now on?" I asked.

"Like what?" Sam knew. I just think he didn't want acknowledge the tension. Which was funny to me seeing as how tension had gotten him punched in the face a few times.

"Ya know, you're shifty and emo all the time, Dean's trying not to kill you or at least punch your lights out…I'm in the middle somewhere."

Sam looked at me somewhat defiantly. "I'm not emo."

I snorted. "Sam. You are two My Chemical Romance band tees and one song of Death Cab for Cutie away from emo." I nodded as he smiled. "Yeah, it's pretty close pal."

He shrugged. "I like Death Cab."

"Well, all you need is the T-shirts and you're all set." I smiled, thinking of something, and leaned in close to the other bed. "Don't tell Dean, but I kind of like Death Cab too."

Sam smiled again and flipped his hair to the side. "Look, Andy…" I looked at him and gave him a small nod. "I'm sorry for all the boneheaded things coming from me recently."

I shrugged, getting up and sitting next to him. "Dean and I don't exactly make it easy for you and I'm sorry. How can you get over anything when it's right in front of your face 24/7?"

Sam smirked and looked at the ugly flower printed bed sheets. "Yeah…I guess you're right."

"But your self control sucks." I said and laughed. I leaned my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on them.

"Yeah, I think that's from being around Dean a little too long."

"That would explain it." My face grew serious as I looked at him and I waited until his eyes clicked with mine before I said anything. "Look, Sam, I'm just gonna tell you this now so we can clear the air okay?" He nodded and shifted again, leaning his head back up against the headboard. "You're worried about losing me?" I took that from the conversation that seemed to happen eons ago, when I found him finishing off another bottle of vodka. "You pull something like you did at the clinic again and I can almost promise you that you will."

Sam nodded and a small tear made its way out of his eyes and I pulled him into me, giving him a small but firm hug. He felt bad, that was obvious. I ran my hands through his hair, trying to tell him that I did love him, always would. He was my best friend.

I didn't want to lose him. But if something happened again like it did today, he would.

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"I got pizza…and beer." Dean said triumphantly as he walked back into the motel. I rolled my eyes and went to take the beer from him. Like he had to destroy a hoard of dragons and save the princess to get it.

He placed the pizza boxes on the table and I took a huge whiff of the cheesy goodness as Dean lifted one of the lids. "It smells really good." I said, a huge smile over my face.

Dean took off his leather jacket and set it on the back of one of the chairs as Sam came closer to the table to open his own box.

"I get first dibs." Dean said. I smacked him across his abs and he grunted, like it actually hurt him, and shoved the box towards me.

I took a piece of pepperoni out and started in, watching Dean pull up a seat next to me and start himself. He placed a hand on my thigh as we ate and I wasn't sure if he was doing it because he knew Sam was across the room or because he wanted to. I decided to just let it go and let Dean do what he wanted to do to feel secure. Whatever.

"Sam, beer?" I asked and he nodded. "Think I can I throw it?" Eh, Sam and I weren't that far away and I wasn't going to wail it at him. A slight throw and it would land right in front of him, lightly bouncing on the bed.

I looked at Dean and his lips curled into an unsure smile ."Right, because your aim is awesome."

I frowned and got up to walk past him to hand it to Sam but before I could make it over there Dean wrapped an arm around my waist and I giggled as he pulled to sit me on his lap. I chucked the beer over to Sam and he caught it easily by leaning foreword.

"I knew we should have bet on it." I said and Dean smiled, squeezing me with the strong arm he had wrapped around my waste.

"We could play a drinking game." Sam said suddenly and I looked at him a bit oddly. Where had that come from? I guess he might have gotten it from me talking about bets? Eh, maybe he just wanted to drink and that was a sure fire way to haul down some alcohol without anyone giving him any weird looks. I could sure use a few drinks. Dean a whole keg…why not?

Dean just kind of looked at him, holding me tightly and shaking his head. He still wasn't alright with Sam and I leaned my arm around his neck and pushed myself against him. "No, maybe another night."

I shrugged. "It could be fun."

"Yeah," Sam said pulling up another chair. "No removing the clothes. I promise." In some way he was mocking Dean because Dean sensed it and smirked, squeezing me tighter.

"Alright," I said, shifting on Dean's lap and picked up my beer. "What's the game?" I put my arm back around his neck and squeezed him, indicating for him to let up because I wasn't going anywhere. His pressure lessened a little but the glare he was giving Sam didn't go anywhere. "Since the TV stations suck we can't play that one with multiple drinks. Ya know, someone says the word FBI in CSI and you gotta take two sips."

"We could just do a rousing true and false game. Loser takes two full sips."

I nodded at Dean's suggestion and motioned to Sam. "Wanna go first?"

"Wait," Dean stated. Oh God Dean. Don't rock the boat. "Why don't we ask the questions about someone and then the third party has to guess. If they're wrong, two sips."

"Like…" I trailed off, not getting it.

"Say I have one for Sam. True or false, Sam here has had a crush on you since dad died." Dean took a sip out of his beer, like the action calmed him. "Andy, true or false?"

I swallowed, knowing it was false. This little crush didn't just hit him then. It had been building over time. It'd been there since we first picked him up from college but I'd rather take a whole two sips of beer than admit I knew that fact. "True." I already hated this game.

"Well Sam?" Dean asked, not one bit amused.

Sam nodded and looked at his beer. "No, that's false." He said honestly, which I gave him props for doing seeing as how Dean was being an asshole.

I took two large sips of beer. "Okay, Sam. True or False? Dean's being a complete and total asshole right now?" I threw a fake smile at Dean and he glared, running his tongue along his bottom gums.

Sam smirked and took a sip of beer as Dean rolled his eyes and refused to comment. "Okay. Um, since I'm guessing that wasn't a real question…" I tipped my beer bottle at him. "Dean, Andy knew that she wanted to be with you before we had that case with bloody Mary. True or false?"

Dean snorted and shook his head. "Uh…I'm going to have to say false."

I kind of took that hard. Had he said that because he was mad or because he actually didn't know? Whatever the reason, it kind of hurt that my inklings hadn't been noticed. But then again, right before that case we were fighting non stop about what Dean had said about me and my dad. But karma worked nicely. He then had to get on a plane and exorcise a demon so all in all I had found that fair.

I shook my head, smiling slightly. "No it's true."

Dean's face scrunched in confusion. "When?"

"Um, right after you apologized for what you said about me and my dad. After the whole plane thing." Dean nodded, seeming to remember. "I fell a little bit in love with you." I admitted sheepishly and Dean smiled. "It's not my fault your charm doesn't exactly suck." I looked down at the bottle embarrassed and Dean's hand snaked up the side of my head and pulled me closer to his face. He kissed my head and whispered I love you in my ear, which made me blush.

"Two sips." Sam reminded and Dean nodded, pulling back and taking two gulps. "Your turn Andy."

"Um, okay. True or False, Dean. Sam has admitted that your mullet rock calmed him down one time."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, right, false."

Sam shook his head no. "No, it's true. That one time, after the Miller's when I had that really horrible headache. I have to admit the song Paranoid was kind of soothing."

"That's cause I wasn't blasting it." Dean said almost regrettably and took two sips of beer. Like the song somehow lost its shine without being blasted through the Impala speakers. That is why I carried my iPod with me. Granted, I loved Black Sabbath, but day after day would make my head hurt. Although, with Dean the music was never the same. One week it was Black Sabbath, another it was Blue Öyster Cult and Rush. Had to give him that.

This game continued for a few hours or so, a line of interesting questions making their way past our mouths as the beer level intensified. Of course, the Winchesters weren't nearly as tossed as I was even though we all had at least four beers between us. And Dean must have been mellowing out because one of the questions he asked Sam was to true or false what color underwear I had on. Either he was mellow or trying to rub something in to Sam. Whether Sam was drunk or not, he took it as funny and guessed. And got it right. That was creepy enough and Dean shook his head, finishing off his fourth beer.

"What time is it?" Sam asked Dean and Dean checked his watch.

"Nearing one."

"We better head to sleep if we want to work off these hangovers tomorrow." Sam said knowingly and stood, swaying and plopping down on the bed. I swear he was out the minute his face hit the mattress.

Dean inched up and that inferred that he wanted me to stand. I stood but I mean, I had four beers in me. I swayed, grabbing the table. "Oh dear…" I slurred and I could literally feel Dean chuckle. "Everyone wants to sleep?" Was I screaming?

Dean laughed again and gently covered my mouth with his hand and muttered. "Shhh…." He kissed my forehead.

"I didn't think I was screaming!" I muttered against his hand. "I think my ears are clogged."

"I think you're wasted baby." Dean said affectionately and picked me up in his arms. "Come on, off to bed."

"But…Dean." I whined, and it vibrated in my head. My ears were clogged. But as I fished around my ears I didn't feel any cotton, like I thought I would. Everything had an echo. "I wanna play more honest fibber."

Dean grinned and laid me out on the bed. I tried to turn over numerous times but he wouldn't let me, he held me still and removed my clothes, putting a pair of his boxers on me and one of his t-shirts.

"You smell really good." I said fuzzily and he smiled.

"Thank you." He replied, ruffling my hair. "So honest fibber?" he quirked. "I think we were playing true or false."

I scoffed, which for some reason sent one of my legs kicking into the air as he changed into his pajamas. "It's the same thing!"

"Is it?"

I nodded and rubbed my face with my hands. My hands felt like cotton. "Are my hands supposed to be nummmmmbbbb? Nummmmbbb?" I said the word over a few times. I think my tongue was numb too.

Dean shook his head and threw his jeans and t-shirt on the chair with his leather jacket and crawled in bed next to me. He crawled under the covers even though I hadn't exactly made it there yet.

"Okay, I'll ask you two more questions and then can you head to sleep?" He asked me and I nodded. He smiled again and lifted my back up and pulled the covers back. He tucked me under them and drew me close. "True or false, I love you more than anything."

I thought for a moment. "Are we including your car and food?" Dean nodded, leaving a gentle kiss on my nose. "False?" I said with a snort and Dean glared at me.

"Well, I don't think giving you more beer is exactly a way to punish for the wrong answer."

I sat up and batted my eyelashes at him. "So it's true?" I asked dreamily.

He smirked and pulled my chin towards him to kiss me. His lips didn't feel like cotton at all. They felt like warm towels. Like right after you took them out of the dryer.

"I have one more right?" I asked, pulling back and Dean laid down on his back.

"Um, true or false. You love me more than anything?" His voice was soft and somewhat pained. Like he couldn't take my answer if it wasn't the one he expected.

I shook my head and laid my head down on his chest. "If you don't know the answer to that question Mr. Winchester, than you're more stupider than I thought you were."

I could feel a small rumble in his chest and I knew he had laughed again. I smiled and rubbed my face against his t-shirted chest. "I really like that game." I said sleepily.

Dean smiled, kissing my forehead. "Yeah, me too."

And with that I was out; feeling Dean run his fingers through my hair.

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Around eight AM, I can't believe my stomach held up for that long, those beers were reacting violently with my body. I quickly crawled out of bed, I think waking Dean in the process, and headed into the bathroom. My legs felt like jello and I collapsed on the bathroom floor, throwing the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

I think I managed three good long heaves before the dry heaving set in. I coughed and flushed the toilet, laying my back against the tub. Dean sauntered in a few minutes later and his nose scrunched at the smell.

"Sorry." I said softly, embarrassing tears filling my eyes. I brought my knees up to my chest, my stomach hurt like hell and I ran my hand through my hair. "Stay out there." I muttered, voice hoarse.

Dean shook his head, slowly walking into the room and sitting down next to me. "You know that's not gonna happen." I felt him reach for something and then he turned the water in the tub on. I felt a cold washcloth lay on the back of my neck and I shuddered. "Better?"

I nodded and leaned into him and he put an arm around me and moved my head towards his own, kissing it. "God…" I said, rubbing my temples as the beginnings of a headache pushed its way pass my eye sockets.

"Getting a headache?" Dean asked and I shrugged against him.

"Price for being a wild woman I'm afraid." I said and he chuckled, kissing me again and letting his lips linger on my hair. "I'm surprised I didn't wake up Sam between last night's screaming and this mornings vomiting." Dean's face scrunched in confusion as I lifted my head. He looked at me; worried. "What?"

Dean got up then and I managed to get up too, despite the nausea I was still feeling and the jello that had found a permanent place in my legs instead of muscles and blood.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked.

I looked at the bed that he wasn't in and looked around for his duffel, which was gone. His phone, his shoes, hell even his toothbrush wasn't in the bathroom.

"Left for breakfast?" I asked.

Dean shook his head, looking around. "He'd leave a note. We always leave notes."

Why would Sam just up and leave? We had fun last night, despite the fist fight before hand. Drinking and having a good time. There's no way that he'd just up and leave for no…

"Oh God…" I said, my hand coming to my mouth as I sat on Sam's bed.

"Dean and I don't exactly make it easy for you and I'm sorry. How can you get over anything when it's right in front of your face 24/7?"

He'd left because I had said those things hadn't he? Damn it. That's not what I wanted but I guess with the way I had worded it what else could have been done.

"This is all my fault." I said and Dean stopped pacing, looking at me.

"Your fault? How is it your fault? I'm the one who picked a fight with him this morning."

"Because I…" I looked at Dean and he swallowed, looking at his shoes. "What? When?"

Dean shrugged, running hand through his hair. "I got up to go the bathroom around four and he was already in there. Look, there are some things that I wasn't exactly honest with you about."

My heart was thundering in my chest and I could feel my eyes fill with some sort of liquid. "What do you mean?"

He came and sat next to me, taking my hands in his. "When my dad died, I was wrecked Andy…"

"I know that. I remember." I snapped. I hadn't meant to but he was scaring me a little.

"And, when I got you back, I was thrilled and…. I didn't want to mess it up again." A small tear made its way down my cheek and he brushed it away with his lips. "Before my dad died…he told me something. About you and Sam."

I nodded. "What about us?"

"He said that I had to save you. And if I couldn't…" His eyes drifted down and I could see that mine weren't the only ones filling with tears. "I'd have to kill you baby." He said brokenly and I ran my hand over his face. "And I couldn't tell you. But then your visions started acting up and you were immune to the virus. And I told Sam…"

"And he was pissed you didn't tell him…" I gathered.

"I'm sorry." He said and his voice was pleading. He didn't want me to run away, he wouldn't be able to take it if I did. "I was just trying to protect you."

I nodded and pulled him into a hug, stroking his back and head as he clung to me. He always was trying to protect me…and how could I blame him for that?

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i worked very hard on this, fought through writer's block D:

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