We were packing our bag into our vehicles, when I saw Michael's mom walk around her car. "Hey, Joanna, how's Asher doin'?" Dean asked, walking toward her.

"Have you seen Michael?" She asked, just as he came running out.

"Mom! Mom!" He ran up to her and she grabbed him in a hug.

"Hey!"

"How's Ash?" he asked, pulling away.

"Got some good news. Your brother's gonna be fine."

"Really?" The look on his face made me break into a smile.

"Yeah, really. No one can explain it's, uh..it's a miracle." Dean glanced back at us, his face satisfied, before looking back to them. "They're gonna keep him in overnight for observation but after that he's coming home."

"That's great." Dean said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"How are all the other kids doin'?" Sam asked her.

"Good. Real good. A bunch of them should be checking out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the ward's gonna be like a ghost town."

"Dr. Travis? What about Dr. Hydecker?" The younger brother asked.

"Yeah, he seemed pretty invested in the kids." I muttered.

"Oh, he wasn't in today. Must have been sick or something." She replied.

"Yeah. Yeah, must have." Dean said quietly.

"So, did anything happen while I was gone?" Joanna asked Michael, as she touched his head. He glanced at Dean, then back at her.

"Nah, same old stuff."

"Okay. You can go see Ash." She said happily. His face lit up.

"Now?" He asked excitedly, before looking at Dean who gave him a slight nod.

"Only if you want to." His mother said, to which he ran off to their car. She laughed.

"I, uh, I'd better get going before he hotwires the car and drives himself." She smiled and left us, walking to her car.

"It's too bad." Sam said, stopping me in my tracks as I was heading toward my car.

"Oh, they'll be fine." Dean assured.

"Shtriga is eliminated." I cooed happily.

"That's not what I meant." Sam rested his arms on the Impala. "I meant Michael. He'll always know there are things out there in the dark, he'll never be the same, you know? Sometimes I wish that..."

"What?" Dean asked, looking at Sam.

"I wish I could have that kind of innocence." He replied quietly, as we watched Joanna and Michael drive away. Dean looked down and then back up at his little brother.

"If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too." He gave Sam a pained look, before climbing into the Impala. My heart broke at his words, as I climbed into my vehicle, starting the engine. If there was ever a time to feel for the boys, it was in that moment.

As I followed them out onto the highway, I wondered what my life would have been like if I didn't grow up with a hunter as my father. The things I had seen most of my life were things that I wouldn't wish on anyone else, much less a child. Sam was right, Michael would never be the same. And Dean had every right to feel the way he did about Sam, wishing that he could have that carefree childhood. Sighing, I tried to concentrate on the road, though my eyes were heavy.

"Please don't drive us out too far before pullin' over.." I mumbled, following behind the boys. I just needed four hours. I was hoping for more, but if I had to go off the bare minimun, four hours of sleep would do. Yawning, I turned up the volume and sang along to the radio loudly as we drove on.

It felt like hours before Dean finally pulled over at a little run down motel. He parked the car and waved to signal he was going inside. I waited patiently as he got us rooms, my eyes feeling heavy. When he finally came back out, I cut the engine and jumped out of the car, grabbing my bag from the back seat. Dean raised an eyebrow as I stepped up to him and I frowned in question.

"Someone's eager to get into the room." He grinned, his eyes teasing.

"Someone's eager to get some sleep before she turns into a monster herself. And you can't kill that monster." I challenged playfully.

"Bet I could." His eyes dropped to look me over.

"Dean!" I hit him in the shoulder. "Get your shit so we can get inside!" I fussed, shouldering my bag before turning him and pushing him toward the trunk.

"All right, all right." Dean put his hands up and opened the trunk. Sam was chuckling from the front of the car, waiting on us. "What's so funny, Sammy?"

"She's got you in check." Sam called, laughing.

"Whatever." Dean growled, grabbing his bag and shutting the trunk. "I just don't wanna deal with her cranky ass.. You know how she gets when she gets no sleep."

"You love my cranky-hey, wait a minute!" He had already started toward the motel. "What do you mean, "you know how she gets when she gets no sleep", huh?" I did my most annoying impersonation of Dean's voice and Sam burst into laughter.

"That was great, she sounds just like you!" Sam put his hand up and I slapped him a high five as I walked past him him.

"You two are just so funny." The older Winchester grumbled as he unlocked the door to our room. As I stepped inside, I saw another door in between the two beds.

"Awww, you got me my own room?" I turned toward him with a grin. "You're so sweet."

"Am I, now?" He asked, holding the key as far up as his arm would reach.

"Dean.." I raised an eyebrow, glaring.

"Come on, get it." He challenged. I glared at him for a moment, before softening my expression.

"Dean, I'm so tired." I whined, stepping up to him. "Please?" I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. I didn't feel like playing his games. "Please?"

"You don't play fair." He muttered, bringing his arm down. I let him go and grabbed the keys, leaning up on my tip toes to kiss his jaw.

"You make the cranky, sleepy girl happy!" I cooed, walking away. I whirled quickly, looking from Sam to Dean. "I'm comin' right back out to get in the shower, by the way."

"Ladies first." Dean nodded, stepping over to his bed and plunking his bag down. I opened the door to my room and stepped inside.

"You two are ridiculous." I heard Sam say teasingly and I laughed. Gathering my clean clothes, I made my way back into their room and to the bathroom. Inside, I stripped quickly and took a longer than usual hot shower. Once I finished, I turned off the water and stepped out, drying quickly. Throwing on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, I brushed my teeth and left the bathroom.

Sam walked by me to enter the bathroom, and I stopped by Dean's bed, where he sat propped against the pillows. Sitting down on the edge of his bed close to him, I leaned forward a bit. "You gonna come to bed or stick around in here?" I asked casually, reaching out to touch his arm. I scratched at his skin playfully, before looking back up at him.

"I'm comin' to bed after I shower." He said, his voice gravelly. Those green eyes were locked on mine, making my neck feel warm.

"Good." I managed to say, standing from his bed. I walked back into my room, cracking the door before climbing into my own bed. Pulling the covers up, the familiar smell of motel room blankets hit my nose and I snorted slightly. Home sweet home, right? I thought to myself, curling up in a ball as I tried to get warm. I felt cold suddenly, waiting for Dean to make his way into my bed.

I waited around, unable to fall alseep. My brain swirled with thoughts of everything that had happened since I had met the boys, but when I felt my covers being pulled down, all those thoughts seemed to melt away. I felt Dean slide into bed beside me and I pressed myself into his warm body, feeling at ease. "It's about time." I murmured as his arm went around me, causing me to turn in his arms. My face was against his bare neck and I could smell the fresh motel soap on his skin. I took note that he had no shirt on as I smiled against his throat. "You smell good."

"You smell better." He mumbled sleepily, kissing my head.

"You can be sweet sometimes." I teased, and he chuckled.

"Don't tell anybody." He said gruffly and I laughed lightly.

"Your secret's safe with me, Winchester." Leaning my head back, I looked at him in the darkness. The streetlight outside the window cast a dim yellow light along his face.

"What?" He smirked and I shook my head.

"Just been..." I leaned forward and kissed him. He immediately returned the kiss, pulling me closer against him, as if I could get any closer. Grabbing his shoulder, I kissed him faster, rougher, my hand slipping around his neck. My little fingers dug into his skin as his tongue slipped over mine. Dean broke the kiss suddenly, pecking my lips before pulling back.

"Just been what?" He questioned, eyeing me.

"Wantin' to kiss you like that for a while." I teased.

"Why'd you wait so long?" He chuckled, leaning in to kiss me again. I welcomed it, pulling him over me so that his body was on mine. Every part of him warmed me and I wanted him forever. He kissed me harder, the taste of mint on my tongue. I could feel his heart thudding in his chest against mine as he moved his body to rest in between my legs. I allowed it, my free hand meeting the other at his neck as I pulled at him more frantically.

His kiss deepened, my fingers grasping at his short hair at the base of his neck. That earned a low growl from his lips against mine and I smiled. He broke our kiss again, kissing the side of my mouth, then my chin, making his way down my throat. I inhaled sharply at the feeling of his lips on my neck as he kissed the side of it to that little spot behind my ear. He dipped his lower body, pressing into mine, causing my body to tingle at the movement. For a moment I couldn't breathe, and when he did it again, I let out a tiny gasp against the side of his face.

"Tell me to stop." He growled hoarsely against my ear. The sound of his voice only forced me into silence and when he grinded his lower body into mine again, my nails dug into the base of his neck, pulling at his hair. "Tell..me to stop." He repeated in a throaty growl. His breaths had quickened as had mine, and I pressed my lips against his ear.

"I dunno if I can.." I composed myself long enough to whisper and he hung his head against my shoulder.

"Evelyn.." He murmured my name against my skin.

"Dean." I breathed his name, still holding onto him tightly. I could feel every part of him pressed against my body and I didn't want that to stop.

"Ev, please." Something in that gruff voice was pleading almost.

"Why do you want to stop?" I asked quietly and he lifted his head.

"I don't want your first time to be in some run down motel." He leaned down kissing me on the mouth before raising back up. "You deserve better." He started to roll off of me, but I held onto him.

"Wait.." I leaned up kissing him softly. "Can you just..stay like this?"

"I don't wanna crush you." He smirked.

"You're not, I promise. You're warm." I grinned as he put his head back down on my shoulder, his body pressing back into mine.

"You're too good for me." He mumbled sleepily against my skin and I scoffed.

"Hey." I reached down, forcing his head up. "Don't say that, Dean. You are one of the best men I've ever known." I whispered. "Don't ever say that."

"Come here." His voice was hoarse as he moved off of me and pulled me into him. I snuggled against his body, content, but a part of me wondering. Wondering if he really stopped because of the reason he gave... Or if it was something else.

We had left the run down motel and managed to find ourselves back onto the road and eventually in a nice little bar. Dean was sitting at the bar and I had just left the restroom to see a girl in front of him with a sultry look on her face. "Hey, babe." I purred, as I stepped up behind him to wrap my arms around his waist.

"Oh, this is, uh..." He seemed to be caught off guard and I grinned at the girl who was now giving me a slightly dirty look. "My girl."

"Hi." I said sweetly and she forced a fake smile.

"Hey." She walked away from us and I started laughing.

"Really?" Dean turned his head, leaning down so his face close to mine.

"What? You'd be okay with me chattin' up guys at the bar?" I asked, standing on my tip toes to kiss his ear.

"Valid point." He smirked, turning. I let go of him to see Sam motioning us over to where he sat. We made our way to him, Dean pulling out a chair for me.

"All right, so I think I got somethin'." Sam announced.

"Yeah, me, too." Dean winked at me and I rolled my eyes. "I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh?" He glanced at me. "Find a nice little place we were talkin' about." I felt my neck warm up at the realization of what he was talking about.

"What?" Sam appeared confused, looking from Dean to me.

"Yeah and we can find you a friend, right?" He looked at me.

"Uh, huh." I nodded, playing along.

"Dean, uh, no thanks. I can get my own dates." His little brother assured.

"Yeah, you can, but you don't." Dean countered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam gave him a look.

"Nothin'. What do you got?" Winchester nodded at the paper in front of Sam.

"Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their home, just a few days ago. Throats were slit, there were no prints, no murder weapons.." I glanced over to see Dean looking me up and down, obvious that the alcohol had gone to his brain. "All... Dean! No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and windows were locked from the inside."

"Could just be a garden variety murder, you know, not our department." Dean offered and I shrugged.

"No, Dad says different."

"What do you mean?" The older brother asked, paying more attention. Sam turned the journal to face us.

"Look, Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one, uh, right here in 1912. The second one in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telesca's. Their throats were slit, their houses were locked from the inside. Now, so much time passed between the murders that nobody checked the pattern, except for Dad. He always kept his eyes peeled for another one."

"Sounds pretty sketchy to meee." I sang, feeling tipsy.

"And now we got one." Dean looked at Sam.

"Exactly." His brother agreed.

"All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checkin' out. We can't pick this up 'til first thing, though, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Let's dance, beautiful." Dean grabbed my hand.

"Oooo, I like him drunk." I teased, allowing him to pull me out onto the floor.

"Dean! Evelyn?"

"Sorry, Sammmm!" I called, as Dean pulled me away.

I was hungover, Dean was extremely hungover, but somehow Sam managed to get us up and on the road first thing in the morning. I followed behind him as we made our way to the house in the upstate New York area that Sam had found. I felt as if my head was in a fish bowl, but I managed to start waking up, despite barely having any sleep. Sam parked in front of a large, beautiful home, and I pulled up behind him.

Exiting the car, I saw Sam but no Dean. "Where's your brother?"

"He's sitting this one out." Sam said, smirking.

"Of course he is." I rolled my eyes playfully. "Well, I'm goin' in with you, so let's get in there and find out what's goin' on." We trudged toward the house, Sam quietly picking the lock to the door once we reached it. Inside, we froze for a moment before looking at each other. "Um, Sam? Where's all their shit?"

"I.. I don't know." He looked around, his face blank. We quickly scanned the whole place over, finding nothing.

"That's not good. Somethin' isn't right." I muttered as we left the house.

"I'm with you on that." The younger Winchester agreed as he walked around the Impala. He promptly hit the horn, startling Dean. I could hear him grumbling and Sam laughing as I walked to my car and got in. I followed Sam to a large building with nice cars parked along the parking spaces outside. He parked the Impala and I pulled up beside him, cutting my engine and rolling down my window.

"You boys have fun, I'm sittin' this one out!" I called from my car.

"Lucky you." I heard Dean grumble and I laughed as the boys disappeared from sight. Leaning back against my seat, I closed my eyes to save myself from the bright sunlight. I was over it already. I wonder how long it'll take them to get kicked out... I giggled softly at the thought, as the minutes passed by slowly.

I was just starting to get comfortable, when I heard footsteps and Dean's voice. Sitting up, I leaned out of my window to see them coming my way. "Boys, boys, boys! Back so soon?" I chirped, to which they both gave me slight glares.

"We're gettin' a room and I'm layin' down for a year." Dean growled.

"I can get down with that." I gave him a thumbs up as he came closer to my window. He gave me a smirk, and I had to look away from him to avoid the blush I knew would come creeping in. Following behind them once again, we drove along until we reached the hotel. It looked decent from the outside and as long as it had a big bed, I didn't give a shit about anything else.

"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?" Dean questioned his brother and I snorted as I grabbed my back from the back seat.

"Art history course. It's good for meetin' girls." Sam said as we reached the door. Dean unlocked it and started to open it.

"It's like I don't even know you." The boys stepped inside, stopping abruptly, causing me to nearly smack into Dean. The room was extremely nice, probably one of the nicest one's I'd ever stayed in. I skimmed over the place, shaking my head with acceptance.

"Huh." The brothers said in unison, walking over to the beds and dropping their bags.

"You're bunkin' with me." Dean flashed me a grin and I shook my head.

"Lovely."

"That's not the attitude you had the other night." He countered and I gave him a look.

"All right, Winchester." I plunked my bag down on the floor. "While you two do whatever is is that you do, I'm jumpin' in the shower."

I am SO SO SO SORRY for the long awaited update!

I have had so much going on these past three years.

From a divorce to moving into my own place alone, a new job, my first pregnancy that ended in an unfortunate early miscarriage.. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I thought I lost my passion for writing, and even when I did write, I tucked it all away in documents and folders.

But I am back and I am not going anywhere!

Thank you all, every single one of you, for being loyal readers and being patient with me!

~Kaila B