Okay, so this one is called Three's Company simply because it just seemed to fit. Lol. Sorry it took me so long to update, it's been kind of crazy lately, and I didn't really have time to write. But please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Supernatural or the show itself…I only own Maggie…

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A cool breeze circulating through the room, Maggie lay on her bed in her room, finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open. She held the riffle Sam and Dean had given her in her arms, ready to use it in a moment's notice, which made her feel somewhat safer than the previous night. She kept trying to fight off the fatigue that was quickly taking over her body, but it was becoming harder and harder to do so. She finally gave in a little and closed her eyes for a brief moment, before opening them again. Before long, her eyes were closed again, and she was starting to drift off into sleep. Her eyes being closed, she couldn't see lightning that had started flashing outside her window. When the hair on her arms stood straight up, her eyes shot open to see the blue flashing light. She sat up as her heart started to pound before gripping onto the riffle tightly. A sudden burst of blue light entered her room, causing Maggie to squint. The demon appeared in the corner of the room and cocked its head at her, creepily. She looked at for a moment, taking in the horrid sight of it. It had what looked like a half eaten face, and it was wearing a dark black cloak, which flowed in the wind. She quickly raised the shotgun before she fired it off, hitting it square in the chest. The demon cried out in pain, but unfortunately, it only seemed to piss it off even more, instead of repelling it.

It raised its arms, charging the electric current before sending it towards Maggie. Fortunately, Maggie was quick on feet and she was able to duck out of the way by rolling off the bed and crouch down behind it for some cover. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest she could feel it in the back of her throat, she was breathing heavy and her adrenaline was pumping. WHERE IS MY CELLPHONE? She thought in a panic. I HAVE TO CALL SAM AND DEAN. She spotted it on her nightstand, but as she went to grab for it, the demon sent another current surging towards her which grazed her arm. She screamed out in pain as she sunk back behind the bed, hissing in pain. She glanced at her arm to see a huge abrasion, wide open, bleeding and the edges bubbling from the burn. She sucked in a breath as she reached for her phone again, this time she was successful and was able to dart from room, with the demon close on her tail. She shot once more at the demon, just to distract it momentarily as her shaky fingers dialed Dean's number. As she put the phone up to her ear, she had to duck yet again, this time behind a couch as it rang. Finally after what felt like an eternity, he picked up.

"DEAN!" She cried. "IT'S HERE, AT MY HOUSE."

"I know…Sam and I are on our way, we'll be there as soon as we can…" He stated. "Hold tight."

With that she hung up the phone and closed her eyes for a brief moment as the demon floated over to where she was hiding before raising its arms again. In a scramble, she got to her feet and tore down the hallway to the opposite of the house. She ran into the front room and hid behind an armchair. She desperately tried catching her breath as she clutched the riffle, looking around wearily. Suddenly she heard an engine outside the house as she sighed with relief. When she saw the demon out of the corner of her eye, she went to move again as the front door was kicked open by Sam and Dean. She made a move to scurry for the boys when the demon finally got her. An electric current surged towards her, sending her across the room and into a wall. She landed on the floor with a thud, knocking her head on the edge of a side table, causing a gash over her eye. When the demon saw Sam and Dean, it vanished into thin air as quickly as it had come. Sam and Dean ran over to Maggie's side, who was groaning in pain.

"Are you okay?" Sam questioned. Maggie slowly sat up and pressed her hand to her head, hissing in pain. Tears were still in the corner of her eye and she was shaking like a leaf on a tree.

"I think so." She responded, her voice quivering. "You guys were right…" She cried, tears spilling over her pale cheeks. "I should've listened to you. It wasn't smart of me to stay alone."

"It's okay." Sam said reassuringly, as Dean seemed to be at a loss for words as he knelt down beside her, just staring at her with concerned eyes.

"Is that offer still open for me to stay at the motel with you guys?" She asked sheepishly. She hated crawling back like a pathetic little girl, but she was a little too shaken up to be on her own. She mentally kicked herself for being stubborn earlier that night when they had offered to take her in.

"We don't mind," Sam replied. "Do we, Dean?"

Dean cleared his throat and forced a small smile. "Not at all..."

"Thanks, guys." She said gratefully, slowly rising to her feet and walking to her bedroom, where she packed a small bag of clothes before the three left the house. The car ride was completely silent as Dean and Sam sat in the front seat, while Maggie sat in the back, leaning against the seat, her arms wrapped around her knees, which were curled up to her chest. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop shaking, and her eyes kept leaking tears, which she hastily wiped away. She looked around the car when she saw Dean glancing back at her through the rearview mirror. She looked away and back out the window, away from his eyes as she felt warmth fill her cheeks.

When they arrived at the hotel a few minutes later, they got out and headed to the main office, where an old man with grey hair and a green John Deer cap sat, watching an old episode of the Three Stooges on a little black and white TV. When he saw them, he smiled softly before getting up from his desk chair and coming to the front counter.

"Problems with the room?" He asked.

"No, not at all," Dean replied. "We were actually wondering if you had one of those rooms that connects to another room."

"Sorry, I'm completely full. There aren't even any regular rooms available."

"Alright, well thanks anyway." Sam responded politely, as the three turned to leave the office.

"We'll figure out some sort of sleeping arrangement." Dean stated, fishing in his jeans pocket for the set of keys to the room, as they approached the room the boys were staying in.

"I'm sorry guys, I don't mean to be a burden." Maggie said awkwardly.

"It's no trouble." Sam replied. Dean stayed silent as he opened the door and stood aside, allowing, Maggie and Sam to enter the room before he as well, stepped inside, locking the door behind him. Maggie crossed the stark room, setting her bag down on a round table surrounded by four matching whicker chairs with ripped cushions. She drew in a deep breath as she looked to the digital clock on the bedside table, which read 1:34am. She then felt Dean's gaze upon her and she froze slightly. He suddenly walked over, but immediately looked at her arm, which had been grazed by the demon.

"That looks a bit painful." He said before glancing over at Sam, who sat on the edge of one of the beds. "Hey, Sammy, could you get me the kit thing with all the first aid crap in it?"

"It's fine –" She responded, taken aback by Dean's reaction to her cut. "It doesn't even hurt that bad…"

"It looks pretty rough to me." He shot back easily, before Sam set down a nylon case next to Dean. Dean then took the bag and opened it, getting out a bottle of antiseptic and a few cotton balls. He slowly unscrewed the cap to the brown bottle before soaking one of the cotton balls in the clear liquid. Hesitantly, as if he were afraid of something, he placed the wad of cotton over the open wound. Maggie flinched as pain spread rapidly through her arm. She squeezed her eyes shut before tears could form. "Sting a bit?"

"No…" She cracked, trying her best to put on a brave face.

"You know how I know you're full of it?" Dean shot back with his trademark smirk. Maggie opened one of her eyes to look at him, but found it difficult as a tear clouded her vision.

"Because my eyes are watering?" She laughed lightly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"No," He returned smoothly. "Because I use this stuff on my cuts and scrapes all the time and it burns like hell."

"Oh." She laughed, a smile spreading across her features. "And you're right…it does sting like hell."

Sam looked over at Dean and Maggie and smiled to himself as he shook his head and lightly rolled his eyes. Dean quickly finished cleaning up Maggie's wound before wrapping it with a bandage.

"There..." He said with satisfaction. "Feel better?"

"Much, Thanks, Dean."

He nodded before standing to his feet and yawning. Sam was practically falling asleep, leaning against the headboard on the one bed. "Let's hit the sack. I'm beat."

"Me too." Maggie nodded.

"Me three." Sam chimed in, in a half asleep tone." How are we all going to sleep?"

"I haven't quite figured that out yet…" Dean responded, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"I'll sleep on the floor." Maggie offered.

"No, no…I think I saw a roach on the floor earlier." Dean admitted with a sigh.

Maggie cringed lightly at the very thought of being in the same room as a cockroach. It disgusted her to no end.

"Well that's nice." Sam said sarcastically. "So if none of us are sleeping on the floor, how is this going to work?"

"I guess Sam and I will just have to share a bed then." Dean sighed heavily.

"Are you serious?" Sam protested.

"That's the only way." Dean shot back.

"Guys, I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, don't sleep on the floor." Sam agreed. "If Dean really did see a cockroach, you don't want to be on the floor."

"Just move over, Sam." Dean said suddenly, his tone becoming annoyed.

"Oh, fine." He gave in reluctantly, moving to the opposite side of the bed. Dean then slid into his side of the bed, staying as far away from Sam as he could. Sam did the same. Dean quickly turned off the light, pulling the room into a hole of darkness as they all got settled in bed. It was only a few minutes before Maggie heard movement from the bed next to hers.

"Sam, move over, will you?"

"I'm on the edge, Dean…" Sam said sharply. "And stop trying to take the entire blanket."

"I'm not, I barely have anything at all over here," He complained. "And Geeze, Sam, do you ever clip your toenails?"

Sam groaned loudly as Maggie smiled to herself. There was no doubt in her mind that they were the close, despite not liking sharing a bed. As she pulled the covers over herself and closed her eyes, she sighed lightly, bringing attention to the fact that if it hadn't been for the brothers, she wouldn't be alive, enjoying their silly sibling argument. That night, they were her heroes, her saviors, and for that she was so thankful.

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What did you guys think? Hope you liked! I shall be updating again ASAP, but I'm not sure when due to the hectic schedule…

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