Cass ended up healing Addy in the parking lot, as her blood loss was becoming too excessive for her to make it across town to the motel. She lost consciousness halfway through, falling asleep in the backseat of Link and Heather's car. Cass reassured Heather that it was normal given the extent of her injury, and the woman thanked him with a hug before getting into the backseat next to Addy.
"Dad," Ellie walked up to Sam, her eyes hooded from sleep deprivation, "Can you drive my car back to the motel?"
"You sure you want to let him drive your car?" Dean snorted from where he leaned against the impala.
"Shut it," Sam threw his brother a glare.
"Um, Sam," Garrett cleared his throat as he walked towards the hunters after talking to his father, his hands in his pockets. "Would it be okay if I stayed at the motel with you guys tonight? I'll sleep on the couch or hell, even on the floor."
Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young man, watching as Garrett kept glancing at Ellie as if she was going to disappear. He sighed, knowing that Garrett just wanted to be able to keep an eye on Ellie after everything that had happened in the last twelve hours.
"Sure," he replied, earning him a hard look from Dean. He turned and gave his brother a quick shake of the head, his eyes closed. Dean shrugged and walked around the impala, getting in and starting the engine.
Sam got into the Tahoe and wasn't surprised at all when Ellie climbed into the backseat with Garrett, immediately leaning her head onto his shoulder with his arm wrapped around her waist. It only took about five minutes of driving before they were both asleep, and Sam couldn't help but smile as he looked into the rearview mirror. When they arrived at the motel, Sam turned and tapped Garrett's knee, effectively waking him up.
"We're here," Sam said quietly. Garrett nodded and blinked his eyes a few times before looking down at Ellie, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"El, wake up," he whispered, gently moving his shoulder.
"No," Ellie whined with a small smile, "Carry me."
"Ellie," Garrett chuckled before pushing her off of him, making her fall onto the seat cushion with a loud thud.
"Ow," she hissed, grabbing her shoulder and wincing.
"What, are you hurt? What happened? Do I need to go get Cass?" Garrett spoke rapidly, his eyes bulging as he ran his hands over Ellie's arms.
"Now will you carry me inside?" Ellie smirked, dropping her hand from her shoulder and winking at him.
"You're such a little brat," Garrett rolled his eyes with a smile before sliding out of the backseat, letting her fall back onto the seat. Ellie groaned as she got out of the car, stretching her back before following Garrett towards the motel room.
Dean and Cass were already inside, and Dean was walking out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Garrett walked over to the couch and sat down, preparing to lay down when Sam walked to the front of him and crossed his arms.
"Yes?" Garrett asked suspiciously.
"Listen," Sam cleared his throat, "Cass doesn't sleep."
"I…I know that," Garrett replied, looking beyond Sam to Ellie, who was shrugging with a confused look on her face.
"That means, if you two try anything, he will know," Sam continued, biting his bottom lip.
"We would never—"
"You can sleep in the bed with Ellie."
Garrett instantly froze, his eyes widening. He leaned over slowly and looked at Ellie, who was mimicking his facial expression.
"Seriously?" Garrett asked, looking back up to the older hunter.
"I can sleep on the couch. Now get over there before I change my mind," Sam gestured with his head, staring down at the young man. Garrett nervously jumped off of the couch, slowly walking over towards the bed where Ellie had plopped down on the edge of the mattress.
"I hear one bed spring, I swear to god," Dean muttered, pointing at Ellie as he climbed under the covers of his bed.
"Shut up," Ellie rolled her eyes before pulling back the blankets and laying down, turning on her side to watch as Garrett slid onto the other side of the bed.
"Good night everyone," Cass said before snapping his fingers and turning out all of the lights, the only thing partially illuminating the room being the glow from the laptop that he was using at the table.
"Good night," Ellie replied, but stared at Garrett as she said it. He swallowed loudly, making Ellie chuckle. He was on the very edge of the mattress, and she was sure that if he merely breathed wrong he was going to roll off onto the floor. She reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking it towards her. Garrett's eyes got huge and he pulled his arm up to grab her wrist, shaking his head.
"Stop," he whispered.
"You're going to fall off the bed," she responded.
"I hear movement," Dean growled from the other bed.
"Well if you guys didn't make him terrified to be within four feet of me," Ellie grumbled.
"Good," Dean snorted.
Ellie sat up and whipped her head around, giving Dean a glare before turning back to Garrett with her arms crossed.
"Get. Over. Here."
Garrett closed his eyes, waiting for one of the other men in the room to freak out. When he didn't hear anything, he carefully lifted his head and looked across the room. Sam was laying on his back on the couch, and gave Garrett a quick shrug. The young man took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, not wanting to see Dean's face as he slowly scooted to the middle of the bed, laying on his back. Ellie instantly smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling his arm around her shoulder as she laid her head on his chest.
"Much better," Ellie sighed, snuggling her cheek into his chest as Garrett shook his head.
"Fine, now can we please go to sleep?" Dean mumbled.
"I love you, Uncle Dean," Ellie said sarcastically.
"Love you too, Squirt," Dean muttered, making Ellie smile before she closed her eyes and let sleep take her over.
It was around four in the morning when Ellie woke up to Garrett shaking in his sleep. She groggily lifted her head and looked down at him, her brow furrowing when she saw that his face was covered in the sweat and he was twitching while intermittently grunting.
"Garrett," she whispered, rubbing his chest lightly at first, then becoming more strong when he didn't wake up. "Garrett, wake up."
"What's going on?" Sam murmured from the couch, hearing Ellie's voice getting louder.
"He won't wake up," Ellie replied nervously, sitting up and pulling the blankets back from Garrett's body. She turned and watched as Cass got up from the table, coming over to the bed.
"He's having a night terror," Cass responded, about to press his fingers to Garrett's forehead when the young man suddenly jerked to a sitting position, his eyes snapping open as he screamed.
"Ellie, no!" He turned and looked at Ellie, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her roughly, tears falling from his eyes, "I tried, I tried so hard to save you, I'm so sorry!"
"Garrett," Dean rushed across the room, having been woken up by the yelling, and tried to pry Garrett's hands off of Ellie's arms.
"Wake up, Garrett," Sam hurried over, his deep voice bellowing in the small room.
"He won't wake up, Sam," Cass said loudly, "We have to help him realize that this is real."
Ellie winced as Garrett's fingers dug into her arms, his eyes shining with tears as he continued babbling about trying to save her.
"Garrett, it's me, it's Ellie," she reached up and grabbed the sides of his face, "I'm okay, I'm safe."
"No, you're dead, I tried to save you," Garrett choked out a sob, squeezing Ellie's arms even tighter.
Ellie took a deep breath and looked at Cass with pleading eyes, who nodded and reached out, pressing his fingers to Garrett's head and effectively putting him to sleep.
"He'll be in a dreamless sleep now," Cass replied quietly.
"Okay," Ellie nodded, rubbing the tops of her arms through the sleeves of her plaid button up.
"You okay?" Sam asked, his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Ellie shook her head and smiled up at him, "I just want to go back to sleep."
Sam watched as she slid back under the covers and carefully turned Garrett's body towards her, moving to press the front of their bodies together. She rubbed her nose into Garrett's chest, pulling her hands up between their stomachs before she tried to calm her heart rate down enough to go back to sleep.
The next morning, Ellie groaned as she peeked open one eye. She was laying on her stomach, her hair covering most of her face.
"Morning," Garrett whispered, reaching out and rubbing her back.
"What time is it?" Ellie moaned as she grabbed her pillow and put it on top of her head until Garrett pulled it away from her.
"Almost ten," Garrett yawned, "You sleep good?"
"Um, yeah," Ellie lied with a smile. She hadn't really been able to fall back asleep after Garrett's night terror, and when she did she kept waking up to check on him. "What about you?"
"I slept like a baby," Garrett rolled onto his back and stretched his arms above his head.
"Good," Ellie muttered, biting her bottom lip as she thought of how to ask him if he remembered what had happened, "Did you have any dreams?"
"Nope," Garrett shrugged before sitting up on the edge of the mattress. "Why do you ask?"
"I think you had a nightmare," Ellie sighed. Garrett whipped his head around to look at her with a concerned look. "You were just yelling and stuff, but Cass put you back to sleep."
"Oh," he responded quietly, looking down at the mattress. He then looked around the room and realized none of the three men were in the room, then turned back to Ellie with a confused look. "Where is everyone?"
Ellie rolled out of the bed and shuffled over to the couch, seeing a note bent in half propped up on the coffee table.
Went to get breakfast.
We'll bring you two back something.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
-Uncle D
Ellie rolled her eyes and threw the note back onto the table, then turned to look at Garrett.
"I guess they're out for breakfast," she shrugged, then smiled at him and slowly walked over, her hips swaying side to side. "Which means we're in a motel room, all alone."
"No no no," Garrett closed his eyes and shook his head fervently, his hands up defensively, "They could be back any second."
"Oh come on," Ellie pouted her bottom lip out as she walked into his palms, moving them to rest on her hips. "I'll put the chain on the door."
"Because that's not suspicious," Garrett scoffed as Ellie lifted a leg and sat on his lap, straddling him.
She reached her arms around his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his head gently, "It's hot, knowing we could get caught."
"Ellie, if we got caught by them, it would be the last time we ever had sex."
"I'm willing to take that risk."
Garrett tilted his head at her with narrowed eyes. "Thanks."
"Come on," she whined, pulling his hair slightly to turn his head as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, her tongue flicking the lobe as she spoke, "You know you want to."
"Ellie," Garrett moaned and closed his eyes, his grip on her hips tightening as she began to kiss his neck. "Damn you."
Ellie smiled against his skin as Garrett reached up to grab the sides of her face, pulling it back before connecting their lips. They kissed for a moment before Ellie reached up and wiggled her shoulders, Garrett getting the hint and helping to pull off her button up. He tossed it to the side and ran his hands up and down her arms, making Ellie hiss into his mouth when he got to the top.
"What's wrong?" Garrett pulled back and looked at her face, his brow furrowed when he realized she was in pain. He leaned his head slightly to look at her arms, his jaw tightening when he saw the angry handprint bruises on her arms.
"Garrett—" Ellie whispered, wishing internally that she had let Cass heal her last night.
"Were these from me?" he asked quietly, breathing heavily as he placed his hands over the marks, his fingers lining up perfectly to the bruises.
"You weren't awake," Ellie mumbled, looking to the side.
"Oh my god," Garrett fell back onto the bed, Ellie still straddling his legs. "I hurt you."
"Garrett, stop," she crawled up to sit on his lower stomach, sighing loudly, "You were having a night terror."
"Well I won't be sleeping next to you ever again," Garrett shook his head and sat back up, placing his hands on Ellie's lower back to make sure she didn't fall backwards.
"Oh shut up," Ellie playfully slapped his chest.
"I'm serious, Ellie," Garrett reached up and grabbed her face, rubbing his thumbs along her cheeks, "What if Cass wasn't there?"
"I would've handled it," she narrowed her eyes, "I'm not a baby."
"I know that," he sighed, "But I can't risk hurting you again."
"It's just a couple bruises," Ellie shook her head out of his grasp, "I can deal with a couple bruises."
"Ellie," Garrett spoke softly, "You know I would never knowingly hurt you, right?"
"Garrett," she rolled her eyes and dropped her head back dramatically.
"I'm serious, El," he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it back up, "You know that, right?"
"Of course I do," she smiled and leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his lips, "Can we please make out now?"
"Ellie," Garrett groaned, rolling his eyes, "You're unbelievable."
Ellie began wiggling her hips against Garrett's, and he shook his head before wrapping his arms around her waist, pushing her shirt up. Just as he was about to lift the material over her head, they heard the sound of a key in the door. Garrett froze instantly and reached under Ellie's arms, standing and throwing her over to her side of the bed, misinterpreting his strength and accidentally sending her over the bed and onto the floor. She fell on the ground and groaned before jumping to her feet, smoothing her shirt down as best she could. Garrett rushed over to the table and sat on one of the chairs, leaning forward as he tried desperately to rearrange his pants.
"Hey, we're—what's up?" Dean looked back and forth between Ellie and Garrett, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Nothing," Ellie shrugged, trying to calm her breathing.
"Uh huh," Sam sighed as he and Cass walked into the room, closing the door behind them.
"I'm serious, we were just…watching a movie," she turned and pointed to the TV, closing her eyes when she realized it was off.
"How you doing over there, Gar?" Dean crossed his arms, looking at the young man.
"He's fine," Ellie responded, recognizing that if Garrett were to speak his voice would probably come out a little squeaky.
"I'll tell you what, Squirt," Dean walked towards her, then pointed back to Garrett, "If your boyfriend can stand up right now, I'll believe that nothing was happening."
Ellie leaned over and looked at Garrett who was swiftly shaking his head, looking pointedly down to his crotch. She then closed her eyes and sighed, moving back to stand directly in front of Dean.
"No? I didn't think so."
A/N: I'm so bad at writing sexy times, so I apologize for that little bit. *covers eyes* Big thank you to Guest and Sjwmaw for their reviews after every chapter! : )