Chapter 13

Why Do Fools Fall In Love

(Season 1, episode 8 - Bugs)

The next morning, Sarah woke up early, well rested. The comfort of an actual home relaxed all three hunters enough to have a good night sleep. There were no pieces of furniture in the house so they had to improvise. They each took a room and laid their sleeping bags on the floor the exact way they liked them.

Sarah decided to use the room directly next to Dean's. The creeks of a new home kept her up longer than she wanted. After an hour, she started to become frustrated. She knew she needed to sleep, but it just wasn't falling upon her. She even moved her makeshift bed to the right side of the room, right against the wall. She counted sheep, shut her eyes tight, tried clearing her mind. Nothing worked. Right when she was about to give up, she heard soft signing through the wall. Confused, Sarah placed her ear gently to the wall and listened carefully.

Dean was having trouble sleeping as well. He wasn't used to sleeping in houses. Her preferred the comfort of an old motel bed. They weren't more comfortable, just more familiar. On sleepless nights like these, Dean remembered the days before the death of his mother when she would sing to him. He could still her voice bring the words to life. He even remembered the tune by heart. He leaned against the left wall and closed his eyes. "Hey, Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better."

His soft, calming voice was low, but Sarah still understood every word. His voice is actually beautiful when he tries. It was different from when he would sing his rock music in the car. She rested and closed her eyes. 'Hey Jude' was one of her favorites. Her lips slowly mouthed the words along with Dean as he sang, "Hey, Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin the you begin to make it better." Those were the last words Sarah heard as she was lulled to sleep.

"And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder." Dean sighed, not wanting to sing anymore. He knew that Sarah was in the room next to his and he was afraid he was keeping her awake. When he thought of her, he started to relax enough and began to doze off. There was something about having that girl around that calmed his mind.

Sarah sat up with the sun shining in. Without even thinking about it, Dean's sweet voice played in her head. She hugged her blanket and closed her eyes, replaying every word, every syllable. It was like her own personal heaven. A soft grin spread on her face as she rocked to the music. Inside, she promised to never mention to him that she heard his soft singing in the hopes that he does it again. If he knew that I was listening, he would stop and I would never sleep again.

The sun rose slowly and Sarah watched as the light filled the room. It was early morning and she hadn't heard a peep. I'm probably awake before the boys. Suddenly, an idea hit her. I need to get in that shower before Dean wakes up. If I wait, I'll never get a chance to try that steam shower.

She carefully shot up from her sleeping bag, not wanting to disturb Dean. Her bag was on the other side of the room so she tip toed over. She slowly unzipped it, making as little noise as possible. Her white towel was on the bottom of the bag, forcing her to throw all of her clothes out. She didn't even look at the clothes she grabbed. All she needed was her shirt, pants, and undergarments. It didn't matter if those items matched or not. If it looked ridiculous, she would change later.

With her clothes and towel in hand, Sarah carefully opened her bedroom door. One step at a time. It took a while to reach the other end of the hall, but Sarah eventually made it. She dropped her clothes on the newly polished tile floor and placed the towel next on the toilet. She couldn't wait to get in that shower, so she quickly removed her shirt.

Reaching for the knob to turn on the special shower, Sarah realized something. She was in so much of a rush to beat Dean to the shower, she forgot all of her toiletries. Her shampoo, conditioner, and soap still laid in her room. "Crap." She crossed her arms. Do I want to risk going to get them? If I move really quick, he won't even notice right? He's probably still asleep, anyway. She peaked her head out the door. No sign of either of the brothers. I can make it. I can make it.

Sarah made a run for it to her room. Her shower utensils were in the exact place she left them, in the bag. She grabbed them, hugging them to herself. I forgot I took off my shirt. Of course, she still had on a bra, but it wasn't a pretty one. It was a comfortable blue sports bra and she did not want to be caught topless just wearing that yet, especially by Dean. That was something she was not ready for.

As soon as she stepped foot outside her room, the door next to her's creaked open. She stood in front of it like a deer in head lights. Oh my, God. He's awake!

Dean didn't even notice that she wasn't wearing a shirt. He rubbed his sleepy eye and caught the shower things in her hands. "Are you taking a shower now? I was gonna do that."

Sarah raised her shoulders and Dean's expression fell. Without a word from either of them, the race began. Sarah pulled in front of him and her giggles could be heard through the whole house. She was not going to let Dean Winchester get to that shower before her.

Dean reached out for her arm, barely missing. "Get back here, Greenely."

"Hell, no, Winchester. I was up first!" In one last stride Sarah reached the bathroom and slammed the door in Dean's face, locking it. "Haha. Sucker!"

"Come on, Sarah," he whined.

"No. You have to wait your turn."

"I'm older."

"Don't care." She started the shower, not wanting to hear another word. She continued her giggles. That boy is fun to be around.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean turned to see his younger brother in a sleepy daze.

Dean huffed. "We had a race to the bathroom. She won."

Sam scrunched his face. "Huh."

"That little minx." Dean shook his head and sauntered back to his room. "She's gonna pay," he joked.

"Go easy on her. It's her first offense." Sam knew all too well about Dean's revenge plots. Dean used to pull pranks on him all the time when they were kids.

Sarah didn't take all that long in the shower, but it did feel good. They were not lying when they said these showers were amazing. She didn't want to leave the comfort of the warm water, but she also didn't want to keep Dean waiting too long even though she did win fair and square. She knew how bad he wanted to try it and keeping him waiting just didn't feel right.

She opened the bathroom door and a cloud of steam followed her. Dean was leaning against the doorway to his room waiting for her. He was still dressed in his pajamas.

She smiled at him menacingly as he glared back. "It's all yours. Can I just say, it was wonderful."

Dean released a small chuckle as he looked her up and down. "Nice outfit, Waldo." He grinned at her as he slipped past her and closed the bathroom door.

Waldo? Sarah looked down at herself and saw the red and white stripped shirt she bought a few years before. What made it worse was the blue jeans it was paired with it. Fantastic. She banged on the door. "Dean! Did you change my clothes while I was in the shower?"

"That's what you get!" she heard him say as he started the water. "Next time, I wont be as nice."

Embarrassed, she shamefully went back to her room to change. That was my punishment! Jerk must have picked the lock. She grabbed her black jeans and navy blue button down blouse and changed, happier with the results.

Sarah and Sam hung out together in the kitchen. They didn't talk all that much, just ate their bowl of cereal in peace. They would share small stories, but nothing major. They were mostly waiting for the older Winchester. They listened to the police scanner and heard sudden news about their case. They needed to get going and Dean was holding them up

Sam couldn't take it anymore. He stomped out of the room and Sarah followed. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"To get my brother to move his ass." Sam was up the stairs within seconds, tired of always waiting on his brother. He banged loudly on the door. "Ever coming out of there?"

Sarah leaned against the wall wanting to see how this played out. Sometimes the brothers being brothers was the most entertainment Sarah got all day. With a job like their's, entertainment was needed on a daily basis to keep them from going mad.

"What?" Dean screamed from inside.

"Dean, a police call came in on the scanner."

"Hold on!"

Sam didn't have the time to 'hold on.' They had a job to do and he was determined to do it. "Someone was found dead three blocks from here. Come on."

Dean stopped the water when he heard Sams news. He opened the door to see Sam and Sarah waiting for him. He had wrapped his head in a towel to dry his hair and wrapped his waist as well. There was a full view of his torso. Sarah tried not to look, but it was too tempting. Dean was perfectly sculpted and it was impossible to ignore.

"This shower is awesome," Dean commented.

"I know right," Sarah agreed.

"Come on." Sam turned away, grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her along, and didn't look back. "Don't encourage him," he said to her.

"I wasn't encouraging. I was agreeing."

Sam released her hand. He wasn't stupid. He knew these two were dancing circles around each other. He was just getting tired of it. Sam wanted it to stop.

She stopped. "It really is a great shower, Sam."

Dean closed the door and blushed. He had noticed the way her eyes couldn't leave him. He couldn't tell if she was admiring him or just annoyed that he was taking so long in the shower. That girl has a great poker face. Whatever. I'll take what I can get.

Dean jogged down the stairs about ten minutes later, hair barely dried. He grabbed his keys and his jacket. Before he could say a word, Sam took off for the car. Dean leaned down to Sarah. "What crawled up his butt today?"

"I have no idea. I guess he just wants to solve this case?" She grabbed her jacket and put it on, noticing the rain falling out the window.

"Well then we better get out there before he starts making a scene." He held his hand out. "After you."

"Oh yeah. Send the girl in first to deal with the angry giant. Good strategy." She walked away from him to the car.

Even when her sarcasm was directed toward him, Dean always managed to smile at her quick little remarks. They were always the highlight of his day.


A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. I liked writing this one. I hope you all can leave some reviews because I love reading them! This song was named after Why Do Fools Fall In Love by Diana Ross.