Kara's eyes snapped open and she whipped forward, gasping. She looked frantically around the room. She was alone.

She sighed in relief and dropped her head into her hands. It was all just a dream. A strange, confusing, and somewhat sickening dream.

"Oh god," she groaned. It was the third time she'd had a similar dream. But this one didn't seem like a dream, it seemed…real. It had felt like it was real, and Kara had thought for one sick moment that it really had happened.

"What the hell is happening?" she asked herself quietly. But, no matter how hard she thought, Kara couldn't find the answer. She had no idea why she was suddenly having these dreams, and especially why they seemed to be getting more and more intense.

Sam was just a friend, he was like a brother to her. So why was she dreaming about kissing him? Was she attracted to Sam?

As soon as she had thought the words, Kara knew the answer and shook her head. No, she wasn't attracted to Sam, not in that way. Not even remotely like that.

Then what?

Kara decided that she didn't want to worry about it. It was just a dream, right? A dream never hurt anybody.

As Kara thought the words, a warning flared in her mind, but she pushed it away and ignored it. This couldn't be anything supernatural; it was just a silly dream. And she was having those dreams because she'd been spending so much time with Sam, especially now that Dean was being a jerk. That had to be it, there was no other explanation.

Kara threw the covers off of her and got out of bed. She went into the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth before grabbing some clothes out of the duffel bag she'd brought in from her car the night before. She changed into a pair of white track pants and a red jog bra. She grabbed a pair of old sneakers and slipped them on.

Taking a deep breath, Kara gazed at the door that separated her room from the Winchesters. She wasn't sure if it was too early for Sam and Dean to be awake, it was only a few minutes passed seven.

Still, the three had agreed when they first started hunting together to leave each other notes whenever they were leaving the hotel, no matter what the time or the reason. That way there wouldn't be any unnecessary worry and easier to tell if one was taken by a demon or whatnot.

Kara took another deep breath and walked over to the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob, hoping desperately that both brothers were asleep. She wasn't sure who she wanted to see less, Dean or Sam.

Oh, get a grip already! It's just a dream! And, as for Dean? He's an ass! Kara turned the handle and slowly opened the door. Sam was awake and sitting at the small table, his back to her. Dean was still asleep.

Quietly, Kara made her way over to Sam, who was eating a bowl of Mini Wheats.

"Hi," she said, softly alerting Sam to her presence.

Sam looked up at her and quickly went back to his cereal. "Hi."

Kara just stood there, not saying a word. Sam just sat there, not saying a word. She felt the sudden need to start up a conversation.

"So, uh, you're up early," Kara said, grabbing a bottle of the motel water from what was supposed to be a mini bar.

Sam shrugged. "So are you. Couldn't sleep?"

"Bad dream."

"You, uh, wanna talk about it?"

"No," Kara answered quickly. She opened her water and took a long sip. Sam looked up from his cereal.

An awkward silence fell between them, and Kara felt the need to leave. Dean groaned as he began to wake up. Kara's need to leave turned into a burning desire to flee as Dean sat up. "Um, I'm, uh, just gonna go for a run."

With that, she set down her bottle of water and walked out of the room.

Dean watched Kara as she flew out the door and turned to Sam, eyebrows raised. "What the hell did you do to Kara?"

Sam was immediately defensive. "I didn't do anything."

"Whatever," Dean muttered. He didn't really care, anyway. If Sam and Kara were fighting, he was glad. Maybe Sam was finally seeing things his way.

But what if they weren't fighting? What if…

"You told her, didn't you?" Dean demanded.

"Told her what?" Sam asked.

"About what I said last night."

Sam was shocked that Dean would think so low of him. "Dean, I wouldn't," he said. Sam knew that Dean didn't believe him, and the feeling was horrible. "Come on, Dean, would I betray you like that?"

Dean didn't say a word, and Sam continued. "Dean, do you think Kara would've run off if I told her? No, she'd stay and pick a fight with you."

Dean thought about what Sam said. It made sense. Although the Winchesters didn't know everything about Kara, they knew enough to know that Kara's not the kind of girl to run away from a fight, especially with Dean as her opponent.

"Yeah, you're right, Sammy," Dean said, as close to an apology as he would allow.

Sam shrugged and let it drop. He really wasn't in the mood to get into another argument with his brother. "I'm gonna hop in the shower," he said, standing up. He ignored the fact that Dean didn't fight him for it.

After Sam left the room, Dean let his hand drop into his hands. He wished that he had never said anything to Sam last night and he wanted things to just go back to normal. To how they were before the crossroads demon. He and Kara were just starting to get along, until that damn demon came and ruined everything.

But he was glad the bitch did it. Now he knew that he couldn't completely trust Kara. She didn't seem to care about the cost, as long as she got what she wanted.

Sam was right about one thing, though. Just a few days ago, he was going on about how he wanted to tell Kara the truth. While they were in the car, Dean really did want to tell her. But that was before he realized that Kara really wasn't a team player. She'd been saying it for weeks, but Dean finally understood it. Kara hunted for her self and worked alone because she couldn't ever care for a partner like she should. Dean wouldn't ever do anything that would hurt Sammy. Kara, on the other hand, would easily endanger them if it was to her advantage. Yeah, Kara was a big help, a huge help on hunts, but for how long? Dean wasn't going to lose Sam because of her or the chance to find the Yellow Eyed Demon.

But he couldn't get rid of her. Sam cared too much for Kara. And Dean had to admit, it was good to see Sammy smile and laugh. Plus, Sam never had very many friends growing up. So, no, Dean wasn't going to do anything to try to get rid of Kara. In fact, he was going to do just the opposite. He was going to make things go back to normal, and he'll secretly keep an eye on Kara. No one would ever know.

As soon as she was out the door, Kara began running. She needed to clear her head, to erase the nightmare from last night. She needed to think about anything other than Sam. And thinking about Dean wasn't actually a reprieve, either.

Kara had finally forced her self to think about the run and only the run. No Winchesters, no demons, no dreams.

About an hour into her run, Kara's legs started burning. She refused to stop, to turn and go back. Instead, she pushed her self to run faster, run farther. According to the meter clipped to the waistband of her track pants, she ran about 6.5 miles. Disappointed, Kara realized that, since she teamed up with Dean and Sam, she'd stopped going for her morning runs. In Little Oak, Kara was up to eight miles in her morning runs.

Kara wanted to push her self and run more, but she had somehow made her way back to the motel. Damn. Oh well, I'm covered in sweat and need a shower, anyway, she thought as she went to open the door to her room. Then Kara realized she didn't have her key, and the only way in was through Sam and Dean's room. Great. Just what I needed!

She knocked on the door to the brothers' room, and Dean answered the door. He looked her over and raised his eyebrow; seemingly back to his old self. Kara rolled her eyes and shoved passed him. Without a word, she opened the door between the two rooms and closed it behind her.

Kara took her time in her room so that she wouldn't have to immediately join Sam and Dean. Her normally 20 minute shower lasted 35, and she purposely spent as much time as possible on her appearance, going through all of her clothes and makeup.

Finally, Kara had nothing left to do. Wearing a fitted white tank top and gray pin-striped pants, she left to face the inevitable. She left her hair down and parted to the right. For her makeup, Kara wore black eyeliner and mascara. She wore nothing on her lips, but, as a result of putting on and rubbing off so many different colors of lipstick, her lips were reddened.

When Kara entered the room, neither Winchester looked at her. Sam was on his laptop and Dean was skimming through a newspaper. That could only mean one thing. "We got a hunt?"

At first, neither Sam nor Dean answered. Dean glanced at Sam, whose eyes were glued to his laptop screen and sighed. "No," he replied.

Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful. Kara's heart sank. What she really needed was a hunt, something to focus on. Kara sighed and retreated back to her room, emerging a second later with her own laptop. She sat down on an empty bed and turned it on.

The three were silent as they searched for any possible hunts. But they were failing miserably. There didn't seem to be any unsolved murders or mysterious deaths that week.

Irritated, Kara slammed her laptop shut. "Stupid demons. They can't ever attack when we need them to," she muttered. Dean and Sam glance at Kara curiously, and then at each other. Dean mouthed something and Sam glared at him, returning back to his laptop.

Kara glanced at the clock in between the two beds. It was almost noon. Lunchtime! "Hey, I'm going to go get something to eat. You guys want anything?"

Dean's head snapped up at the mentioning at food. He practically jumped off the bed he was lounging on. "I'll go," he offered.

Oh, no you don't, Dean. I am getting out here, even if it's only for twenty minutes! "No, I can—"

"You don't know what I want," Dean argued. "Or what Sammy'll eat, either."

Kara glared at Dean. What the hell does he think he's doing?!

Before Kara could say a word, Dean was out the door and getting into his Impala. Kara groaned at fell up onto the bed. Dean is such an ass!

Dean started the engine and pulled out of the motel parking lot. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going to get food, but he didn't care. He just needed to get away. He flipped on the radio and ACDC's "Back in Black" blared through the speakers. Dean nodded his head and drummed his fingers to the beat of the music. He drove around for about ten minutes, trying to find a McDonalds or Burger King. There didn't seem to be one of either around, so he finally stopped at some little sandwich shop to pick up a few subs.

On the way back, Dean stopped for gas. After filling up, he went inside to pay with what little cash he had available. He passed the beer aisle and stopped, contemplating which to get. In the end, he grabbed some random, cheap six-pack and was soon on his way back to the motel.

Much too soon.

Or not soon enough.

Either way, Dean was not prepared for what he walked in on.

A/N: Hey! Sorry that I haven't been updating as quickly as I usually do, but, please, bare with me!! Once this little 'episode' is over, things'll go back to normal and everything will be up much quicker than it is now. Thanks for not giving up on me, I'll have more up ASAP!!