AN: Here is another chapter for you guys, enjoy.

Chapter 19: Heart Felt Moment

Dean was tossing and turning in his bed for the last thirty minutes when he woke up. Sam was sound asleep and Dean was mad because he usually be the one to fall to sleep first. He looked up at the clock sitting up on the middle table and groaned. It read two o' clock in the morning. Why am I having a hard time sleeping, Dean thought to himself. He kicked the covers off of him and sat up. He looked at Sam and shook his head. What made this night different then any other night, he thought to himself again. He got up and grabbed him a pair of jeans and his jacket. Once on he stepped outside into the cold sixity degree weather. He blew into his hands to keep them warm. He walked to his car and got in. Maybe if I go get me a couple of beers, I'll knock right out. He put the keys in the inition but stopped. He was staring at the door next to theirs. A dim light shine through the window, followed by some movement. "What is she still doing up." He got out of his car and walked to door number 30. He knocked on the door and waited until Chloe opened the door. The door cracked a little and Chloe tilted her head out.

"Dean, what do you want," she said looking confused.

"I just want to talk."

Chloe looked at him puzzled before closing the door. Dean looked towards the window and could see Chloe moving around. When he heard her unlocking the pad lock and opening the door again, he faced back to the door. She stepped aside to let him in and closed it behind him. Dean turned around to face her and he looked down to see what she was wearing. She was wearing a red spagetti strap pajama shirt with a red matching pajama short. Over it she wore a white cotton sleeping robe. He smiled a little before dropping it when she turned to face him.

"If this about me coming over to drop off the cd then you can forget it. I'm not in the mood for arguing so late..."

"No, it's not that. Well it is but I'm not here to argue."

"Oh, then what is it?"

"Sam really trust you and if we are going to solve this case or get anything done, you and I are going to have to trust each other."

"Are you telling me that you came over here, two o'clock in the morning to tell me that I can help you guys?"

"For Sam sake," he said sitting down on her bed.

"Oh right, yeah for Sam sake," she shook her head. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Yeah, when you're working with us, there's some rules. No getting in the way, no asking question unless it's important, and don't think because you're helping you can just get away with things because you're use to doing things your way. It's a dangerous job and we tend to get thrown around a bit. So if it come to that, just stay away and let us handle it."

"Why Dean Winchester, I didn't know you cared."

"I don't," Dean said looking down. "I just don't want...you getting in the way when it comes to that."

Chloe looked him up and down. She was trying to read him every since he bust into her room yesterday morning, but it was hard. With his anger and her snapping back at him, it really didn't do much help. She sat down next to him and he looked up at her.

"Dean, Sam told me that your dad treated you like a soldier. Is that's why you resist trusting people?"

Dean stared up in her green eyes and frowned. He stood up and head for the door.

"I knew you wanted a story, I should of known."

"No Dean I don't want a story. At first it was but now...it's like I want to know because it hurt to see you guys go through this. Until the whole story, I was thinking it was a man who went crazy and killed his wife. Blaming it on a thing and running away, taking his two sons with him. The more I know about you guys the more I get attatched. I don't want a story, I want to know to understand and maybe to let the world know what really happened."

"The world isn't ready for this."

"Okay maybe the world isn't ready but I am. Dean I want you to trust me not for Sam sake but both of you. I felled in love with this case and you guys, like you were my own family. My lost family. And to know what happen to you and to know if you're safe would really matter to me. Can't you trust me just a little to tell me that?"

Dean stared at her a little before walking away from the door. He walked toward her scratching her head and sat down next to her. Chloe watched him the entire time. He looked up at her and she looked at him. Chloe never noticed his hazal-green eyes before and they were beautiful. She smiled at him and he just looked at her.

"Could we stop with the silent-romantic flick moment here," he frowned. "Or I'm leaving and I'm not telling you anything."

Chloe laughed out loud and tried to cover it before it got any louder. She looked back at Dean and he had a small grin on his face as he looked at her. Once she settle down she put back her serious face and asked him the question again.

"Now that that is over, tell me, is that why you don't trust me?"

Dean sighed and cleared his throat before answering. "I don't know when I started not trusting people. I guess it came with the territory when all I wanted to do was to help my dad find and kill the thing that killed my mom. I was an outsider, a rebel, a loner. Trust to me was my family and no one else. Trusting other people would only get you hurt or make you weak. Dad would alway say that I can't let these things cloud my judgement or I'll die because of it. So he trained us. I just took it seriously then Sam. I mean he started teaching us the basic fighting moves from when he was in the military when we were younger, but it was everything to me to finally be able to help my dad out when he go on hunts."

"When you say hunts, you mean ghost hunts and everything." Dean nod.

"Until Sam and me got to the apparent age to do things on our own, I went on my first mission alone, without dad. So being the outsider, rebel, and lonely person that I am, trust wasn't an issue."

"Until now."

"When we go on jobs like this, all we had to do is go in, do our job, and get out. Until you, being a reporter and all, I had to keep my dad's word in mind and try not to let trust become an issue."

"Well Dean, thank you for telling me the truth and trusting me, I really appreciate it."

"Yeah whatever," he smiled. "I have to go and staying up and talking about my past isn't going to help if I'm tired. So, see ya," he said walking toward the door. He stopped and turned back to Chloe. "Oh yeah and for the cd..."

"You're welcome."

He left and Chloe smiled. She finally got what she wanted. The trust of the Winchester's boys. She laid down on the bed and thought about what tomorrow, well later on this day will bring. Dean walked back into his and Sam's room and sat down. After undressing until he was in his boxers, he laid down. He looked over at Sam and he was still asleep. Turning to face the opposite away from Sam, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Sam was tossing in the bed and sweating. He was having a nightmare, the same nightmare he had before. But this time it was different. The young woman who was in his dream, he now know is Chloe. She was facing away from him until he walked in front of her. She was looking down into her hands and holding whatever it was tight. She looked up at him and walked toward him. She opened her hands and inside was a key. A key with a red lace tied to it. She handed it to him and he took it. Sam studied the key. Beside the red lace tied to it, the key was gold with the words fear written on it. He looked back at Chloe and she was smiling at him. Without warning, Sam could feel his hands and arms moving on their own and putting the key over Chloe's head until it hung around her neck. Chloe looked down at it and disappeared. Suddenly there was a shierk behind him. Sam quickly turned around only to have Dean and someone over him with a knife. Dean was struggling with the person to keep the knife from pentrating him but he couldn't. With one deep stab in the chest, Dean laid motionless on the ground. Sam walked over to him and bent down. As soon as he bent down, his dad was standing in front of him. He looked up to him and his dad was holding the knife.

"What did you do," he screamed.

His dad just looked at him and dropped the knife. He stared at Sam a little before walking away. Tears steamed down Sam's eyes and he screamed at his dad to come back. His dad kept on walking.

"Dad,' Sam screamed waking up.

He looked around his surrounding and found himself in his bed and in the motel. He turned to face Dean and Dean was in the bed asleep. He steered a little to face around to Sam.

"You had a nightmare about dad," he said sleepy.

"Yeah."

"About what?"

"It was the same as my last dream. No big deal. Go back to sleep."

Dean turned back around and let out a long sigh before going back to sleep. Sam went to the restroom and splashed water on his face. Why after a few days have this dream come back, he thought to himself. Is something suppose to happen? He walked out of the bathroom and looked at his brother again. I have to figure out what it mean. He laid back in his bed and laid there. Fearing his dream would come back and haunt him, he stayed awake. He turned on the television but had it down low so it won't wake Dean. At least this would keep him company until the morning at least. He looked up at the clock and it read four thirty in the morning. He sighed and flipped through the channels some more.

AN: What do you think?