Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam
Author's Note: Prepare to scream at me.
I'm gonna be sick.
"Chris…"
Dean stiffened next to me and Sam sucked in a sharp breath. I was shaking and couldn't control my breathing. It was taking all my energy to hold onto Dean's hand so he wouldn't kill him.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find you Tempest?" He asked grinning evilly.
"How?" I muttered.
"Daddy dearest was quite helpful once I threatened him."
He was coming closer and Dean was getting tenser. I couldn't stop my hands from shaking but I knew I had to hold onto Dean.
"Why…Why are you here?"
"I told you I would find you. You didn't think you could hide forever did you?"
"Stay…stay away from him…"
"Oh I don't think so, Tempest."
"Buddy, you got three seconds to get the hell away from here before I pop one right through your skull." Dean growled.
When Chris merely smiled Sam spoke, "I'd take him seriously if I were you."
"Oh and who are you two? Her body guards?"
"I'm her boyfriend, you fucking jerk."
"I'm practically her brother, so again I suggest you leave right now."
He clicked his tongue, "Tempest, Tempest, Tempest…I can't believe you can even have a boyfriend after what I put you through," He sounded proud and I wanted to kill him.
"You ruined my life, Chris. Can't you please just leave me alone? Trust me; even without you here my life will be haunted by you forever. So I suggest for your own good you get the hell out of this motel parking lot or I swear to God I'll let Dean kill you."
He laughed like a little child, "I'll see you soon Tempest and you know I will."
He turned around and got back into his car to drive away. Dean stayed tense but Sam relaxed a little. I let go of Dean's hand and grabbed my room key. I ripped open the door and started to hyperventilate. Dean and Sam were at my side in an instant.
"Tempest, you have to calm down. You're going to pass out if you don't take deep slow breaths," Sam instructed, "Or you're…"
"I'm gonna be sick." I ran into the bathroom and threw open the toilet.
"Going to be sick," Sam finished.
I emptied my stomach, my liver, my spleen, my intestines, my lungs, and everything inside me. I felt like I was turned inside out. Dean was holding my hair back as Sam kept telling me to calm down. I couldn't think I just kept dry heaving over the toilet.
"I…can't believe…he's here…Dean…I can't…breathe…"
"Sam, what do we do?" Dean yelled frantically.
"Dean, you have to get her to calm down. She's going to pass out soon if you don't and god only knows the nightmares she's going to have if she does. You have to convince her to calm down."
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"Dean, she's your best friend. You know her better than anyone. You can do this. You have to do this."
"Wow, no pressure there huh?" He said sarcastically.
Dean sat back against the tub and pulled me between his legs. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pressed my head to his shoulder.
"Okay, Tempest, baby are you listening to me?"
I nodded weakly but I still couldn't breath. I was freaking out, I couldn't take this. He's back, Chris is back.
"Dean…he's back!" I gasped.
"No, T.J., don't think about that. Think about our first kiss okay? Remember, we were twelve and we were sitting cross legged on my bed. You asked me if I've ever kissed anyone before. When I told you no you made fun of me and said "Ladies man my ass."
Sam laughed and pressed a cold wash cloth to my face. I felt myself calming slightly at the memory of my childhood.
"Keep going Dean, she's calming down."
"Okay, Tempest you offered to kiss me and I looked at you like you had seven heads. I gave in when you said if I didn't learn I would never get a girlfriend. When we first kissed, fireworks didn't go off, stars weren't in my eyes, and there was no moon in the background. I did, however, feel complete as cliché as that sounds."
"Dean…" I whispered because I barely had a voice right now.
"Yeah, babe?"
"You're such a girl."
Dean started laughing and pulled my lips to his in a sweet loving kiss. Dean and Sam helped me into bed; an hour later Dean crawled in next to me. When they thought I was asleep they started a conversation in hush tones.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah, Sam?"
"Would you really…I mean would you really kill that guy?"
"In a heartbeat, Sam." I felt Dean's eyes on me, "In a heartbeat."
Dean brushed his lips across my forehead and wrapped his arms protectively around me. I fell asleep almost instantly after that, feeling protected in my best friends…no my boyfriends…no the love of my life's arms. The next morning, Dean and Sam were up before I was. I had nightmares and wanted a few more hours of peace; that didn't happen. I got out of bed and went over to Sam; I bent down and kissed his cheek.
"What was that for?"
"For being practically my brother," I smiled as I repeated his words.
Sam smiled proudly and blushed. I walked over to Dean who was watching with a smile. I sat in his lap and his arms instinctively wrapped around me.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being Dean."
I kissed him and ran my fingers through his hair. When I pulled away I looked into his eyes.
"Dean, I love you."
"I love you too, Tempest."
He kissed me again and I greatly enjoyed it. Later that afternoon the boys were packing up everything to move on. Dean headed out to the car while Sam continued to pack his laptop up. I grabbed my bag and walked outside; what I saw made me want to be sick again.
"No!" I screamed, "Dean, get down!"
