Yeah! Sam/Dean love, cookies, and beer for SINNderella. Thanks for reviewing! This chapter is dedicated to you. (cha-cha-cha)
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After 'the incident', as Sam was calling Sasha's shove (just to annoy Dean), Sasha had started warming up the kitchen grill. Then she pulled out fresh sheets and towels as well as extra blankets and pillows, and herded them up the stairs where she showed them their rooms. Sam and Dean had separate rooms, but they were across the hall from each other. She handed out the sheets, towels, blankets, and pillows before showing them the bathroom. Then she left them to make their own beds while she started dinner.
So Sam and Dean teamed up to make the beds, so they could talk at the same time. Dean found the fitted sheet and tossed two corners to Sam who stood on the other side of the bed. Sam had an odd smile on his face as he spoke. "So Dean… What do you think of Sasha?"
Dean grumbled under his breath as he bent to pull the sheet over the mattress. Sam grinned teasingly. "Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you…."
Dean stood and glared at Sam. "She's weird. There, happy now?"
"Weird? Is that all? Besides, I thought you liked weird. I'm the one that wants a normal life, remember?" Sam grinned as they started to spread the top sheet. "I like her."
Dean twitched. "What do you mean you like her?" He threw the pillows at the head of the bed before pulling up a blanket that he flung at Sam, who only laughed. "Because if you think she is hot, fine. She is definitely hot. But she is also off limits."
Sam flipped the blanket in the air, watching Dean catch the ends and pull them down over the bed as he did the same to his side. "Why is she off limits?"
Dean flopped the last blanket on top without spreading it and he walked across the hall to start on Sam's bed. Sam followed with a smirk and a teasing tone in his voice. "Common Dean… Why is she off limits? Is she off limits to us or to me?"
"Sam. Shut up and help me make this bed." Dean was clearly agitated, he was sorting through the sheets roughly and his voice was deeper than usual.
"Just admit that you like her, and I'll stop." Sam put on an innocent face as he helped spread the first sheet.
"I don't like her, now let it go."
Sam shrugged, and was silent until they got to the blankets. Dean had calmed down, thinking that Sam had let it go, but Sam was only biding his time.
"I think you like her…"
"Damn it Sam!" Dean dropped the blanket and lunged across the bed. Sam scrambled back but Dean caught him by the sides of his denim jacket and pushed him against the wall. "I do not like her! Okay!"
Sam shrugged from his position against the wall, still pinned by Dean. "Just admit you like her, and I'll leave you alone…" Sam's voice was calm, despite the circumstances, and still teasing. Dean's grip tightened, pushing him harder against the wall. Sam kept going though. "You should like her… She is just weird enough to understand us. She cooks, and you love food. You admitted that she was hot."
Dean growled at Sam and pulled him away from the wall only to slam him against it again, making the wall shudder slightly. Sam only grinned after wincing. "I think you do like her, but you don't want to admit it."
"Sam…" Dean sighed, letting his brother slide out of his grip. "Fine. I like her. Are you happy? Now just stay away from her."
Sam grinned and was about to say something but he was interrupted.
"Well… That was interesting. If you boys are done trying to knock down my house with each other, dinner is ready." Sasha was standing in the doorway, her ankles crossed as she leaned against the frame. Sam's grin grew even bigger if it was possible and he nudged Dean, whose head was ducked to hide his embarrassment. Dean shoved him which sent him into the wall again.
Sasha rolled her eyes as they all went down stairs. When she caught a moment when Sam was ahead and Dean was nearby she leaned close.
"You don't have to like me, you know…" She whispered it in his ear and passed him, leaving Dean staring after her in the hall. Once again, he was confused… and aroused.