Another couple hours passed before everyone bid one another goodnight and started drifting to the sleeping quarters, getting ready to turn in. Dean shot her a pointed look before heading of to his room, someplace he hadn't slept in over a year. Jodi and Alex moved inside their rooms and Brielle and Clare walked a bit further up the tiled hallway to their rooms and the boys drifted further up the hallway and around the corner.
Brielle had just changed into her pajamas when she heard her bedroom door open a bit. She looked up, expecting Dean, but instead, it was Clare and her expression softened some. "Hey... what's up?"
"Nothing." Clare hung by the door for a moment before she spoke. "I just wanted to thank you... for having us here. Things aren't always easy and I just... really like having you as my sister from another mister."
Brielle dropped her dirty clothes in the hamper before crossing the room to hug the blonde tight. "Back at ya, blondie."
She felt the younger woman smile and squeeze her tighter for a second before letting her go. "I'm gonna go change... give Daniel a call and tell him goodnight." The brunette grinned, making her blush.
"I should get to bed too... getting up early to make breakfast."
Clare brightened some more. "If you wake me up, I'll help."
"Sounds great." Brielle smiled tiredly. "Night sister."
"Night," Clare ducked out of her room and no more than a minute passed before Dean slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Hey." Brielle was sitting at the side of her bed, her gaze on the man she loved as he crossed the room. Dean pushed her gently back onto the bed and she sighed against him, his torso settling between her thighs. Dean leaned in, nuzzling his nose against hers.
"Thought she'd be in here all night." He murmured, kissing her softly. Brielle's arms snaked around his neck and she smiled up at him.
"Had to go call her man, tell him goodnight."
"Mmhm." Dean murmured, his voice husky when he spoke. "You gonna tell me goodnight?"
"Goodnight." Her smart mouth earned her an eyebrow raise. His gaze on hers, Dean shifted and her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his want for her press against her core. "We can't... she's across the hall."
"Then you'll have to be quiet." Dean's mouth was on her neck and her head lolled to the left as he placed kisses from her ear down to her collarbone.
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Sometime after midnight, Brielle's eyes opened when she heard her doorknob turn and her door opened a bit, the low lighting from the hallway spilling in the bedroom. "Brielle?" A hushed whisper made her eyes open.
"Clare? What's wrong?" She whispered, her eyes slowly adjusting to the room.
"I started my period... you have anything?"
"Yeah, um..." Brielle racked her sleepy brain. "The dresser, top drawer on the left side. There's a new box of tampons."
She saw Clare cross the room, her hand finding the dresser and pulling open the top drawer. She shuffled around and huffed when she didn't find the box. "I can't find the damn box."
Brielle untangled herself from the sheets and Dean's arms to scoot to the side of her bed before standing to help Clare find what she needed. "There." She didn't dare turn on the lamp. Behind them, Dean shifted in his sleep, making the mattress groan. Clare and Brielle both froze and Dean cleared his throat softly. Their eyes had adjusted slightly and she saw Clare's head turned first towards the bed, then back to the brunette.
"Brielle, are you... not alone?" Curiosity laced her hushed voice and Brielle closed her eyes.
"We'll talk in the morning." Was all the brunette could manage. Clare smirked before she left the room, the door closing softly behind her.
Brielle made sure her bedroom door was closed and locked before she got back into the bed and looked at her cellphone, squinting at the bright light. It was nearly five am now and she sighed softly. So much for secrets, she thought ruefully. Beside her, Dean lay sleeping, blissfully unaware of Clare's visit.
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Brielle phone alarm went off at seven and she got up, kissing the warm skin on Dean's shoulder before getting out of bed. She didn't bother changing out of her pajamas and padded down the hallway to the kitchen. She turned the oven to preheat and pulled the casserole out of the fridge. Brielle moved to put fresh grounds in the coffee maker and filled the reservoir with water before setting the timer for 8:15 am. Dean thought the timed coffee maker was an unnecessary splurge, but quickly grew to love the fact that it was always ready when he dragged himself out of bed in the morning.
The oven beeped a moment later, breaking Brielle out of her daydream. She put the 9x13 pan in the oven and went back to her bedroom.
"Mornin' baby," She snuggled under the covers when he lifted them up, encompassing her with his body heat. He leaned in to kiss her softly, his eyes still closed. "Hey babe?"
"Mm?"
"Clare came in here last night." His entire body stiffened at her words. "Or really early this morning."
"What? Why?"
"She got her period and she came in her for supplies. She didn't know you were here until you started moving around and making noise, sleeping beauty."
"Shit," Dean shifted in the darkness. "What'd she say?"
"She didn't have the light on, so she didn't know it was you." Brielle nuzzled into his bicep, pressing a kiss to his warm skin. "She's like, are you not alone?" He chuckled at that. "So..."
"Fine. It's fine." Dean rolled over on his back. "Shoulda just told Jody in the first damn place." He quieted for a moment. "I love you Brie, you know that right?" His soft words made Brielle melt all over again.
"I know you do." She snuggled against him and it wasn't long before they drifted off again.
Thirty five minutes later, Brielle shut off her second alarm and got up to get dressed and brush her teeth. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and headed down to the kitchen. She could smell the homey aroma of coffee and the casserole and was surprised to see Alex in the kitchen.
"Morning." The younger woman poured herself a mug of coffee. "I woke up and it was just like that old commercial, the smell of coffee wafting down to my room. You want me to pour you a cup?"
Brielle grinned and pulled out a couple more mugs. "Absolutely." She pulled out a cast iron skillet to cook the bacon Dean had requested the day before. She turned on the gas and pulled out the package from the fridge, cutting it open with a paring knife. "You sleep well?"
"Very." Alex slurped her coffee. "Anything I can help you with?"
"In a few hours, you can help me with dinner."
"Morning." Clare came in then, a smug grin on her face. Brielle immediately blushed and before she could even reply, Sam came in the kitchen, still in his pajamas, his hair a mess.
"Morning." His tone was cheerful as always and he passed by Brielle on his way to the coffee pot, pausing to kiss the top of her head. She could feel Clare staring and Brielle knew she was wondering if Sam was the one in her bed last night. "Smells great." Clare was still looking at Brielle when she glanced back after she'd flipped the bacon. Her cheeks were burning and she focused on her task, avoiding the blonde's stare.
Alex noticed Clare's pointed gaze and watched it shift from the brunette to Sam, who was now pouring himself some coffee. She shot her sister a questioning look and Clare pointed to Brielle and then to Sam and before making an obscene gesture.
"Clare?" Sam caught the movement and quirked an eyebrow. "What's up?"
"Nothing." She mumbled and Alex shrugged when he looked at her.
Dean came in the bunker kitchen then and Brielle turned to look at him and he grinned at her like the cat that ate the canary. "Mornin'."
"Morning." Alex and Sam echoed. Clare's eyes were locked on the older man now as he crossed the kitchen to where she and Alex were sitting at the table. Brielle put some paper towels on a plate to drain the grease from the bacon.
"Smells great." Dean passed by Brielle, dropping a kiss on top of her head as his brother had done. She turned to look at him and he winked at her as he poured himself a mug of coffee.
Brielle could see the mischievous twinkle in his eye and Sam frowned, wondering what was up. Dean took a long drink and set down his mug before he pulled open the cabinet next to the sink, shuffling around, knowing Clare was watching him.
He found what he was looking for and palmed it before closing the cabinet. Sam leaned against the counter as Brielle pulled off the first batch of bacon with a pair of tongs. Dean crossed the kitchen and stopped in front of the table, revealing the item in his hand.
It was a bottle of ibuprofen, held between his index finger and his thumb. He shook it purposefully, the rattling of the pills inside making Clare's blue eyes snap to his. "Thought you could use this." He set it down and the blonde looked confused at his playful smirk.
She stared at the older man for a few seconds until the realization dawned on the blonde and Clare looked over at Brielle, who was putting the other half pound of bacon in the cast iron pan, and then shifting her gaze back to the man in front of her. "Dean?" The incredulous tone in Clare's voice made the older woman look over at the table.
Brielle's eyes closed when she looked over and saw what he'd done. He laughed out loud at her expression. "Dean." There was a tiny bit of annoyance in her tone.
"Dean?" Sam was as confused as Alex was and the brunette shrugged, not sure why Clare was frantically looking back and forth between Dean and Brielle.
"You were sleeping with Dean last night?" The blonde finally burst out.
Alex had just taken a sip of her coffee and started to cough. Sam saw Dean give Brielle puppy eyes and he chuckled, realizing there little secret was out. Sam reached over to pat Alex on the back "Since when?" She recovered, another cough escaping. "For how long? Does Jody know?"
"Well she does now." Jody was standing at the doorway, eyes wide. "Mornin' guys." Sam immediately moved to pour her a mug. Dean moved back to Brielle's side at the stove and she glanced at Jody. "Happy Easter, by the way."
"Happy Easter." They all echoed. Jody nodded her thanks to Sam when he handed her the mug of black coffee.
"So you two, hm?" Jody watched Brielle get shy and Dean smile over at her.
"Are you dating or just sleeping together?" Clare couldn't help herself and Dean gave her a look. "What?"
"We're together." Dean answered carefully.
"Maybe you should have the sex talk with them." Alex offered graciously, her grin a mile wide. Sam laughed out loud at her comment.
"Cute." Dean glanced at Brielle, who was blushing furiously now. "Any other comments from the peanut gallery? Clare? Anything?"
"Wow." Was all Clare said. The oven beeped then and Sam moved to put on oven mitts and pull out the casserole. Jody watched Dean place a hand on the small of her back and kiss the crown of her hair. He said something to her she couldn't hear and Brielle nodded. His hand slid to her left hip and he hugged her to his side for a few seconds. Sam pulled some paper plates from the cabinet and Alex moved up next to him, slicing into the denver omelet casserole.
Dean pulled a bowl of fruit he'd helped slice from the fridge and took off the plastic wrap. Everyone got quiet as they helped themselves. Jody, Alex and Clare sat at the table while Brielle and the boys ate standing, leaning against the countertop. Clare couldn't stop looking back and forth between Dean and Brielle, still shocked at the turn of events.
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Brielle had gone back to her room after her shower, taking her blow dryer with her. Dean had showered too and was laying on her bed, watching her blow her hair dry in front of the mirrored sink in her bedroom. "You were real cute out there."
"I'm always cute." He reminded her.
"I know." She shut off the dryer and pulled the brush through her dark brown hair. "You're lucky you're cute."
Dean smirked, his hands behind his head. His hair was messy and he hadn't raked a comb through it yet after his shower. There was a knock at the bedroom door and Brielle spoke. "Yeah?"
"It's me."
"C'mon in, Clare." The door opened somewhat cautiously this time and the blonde took note of Brielle at the sink and Dean laying on her bed.
"I can come back."
"It's fine." Brielle waved her in. "What's up?"
Clare looked over at Dean and he sat up, getting the hint. "You two can gossip about me. I'll go." He pushed up off the bed and kissed Brielle softly before he left the room, closing the bedroom door quietly behind him. The blonde sat down in the foot of the bed.
"You and Dean, hm?"
"Is that weird?" Brielle worked on a tangle at the end of her hair.
"I guess I just thought it if it would have been between those two, it would have been Sam you were with."
The older woman eyed her. "Really?"
"He's the good guy... the one you bring home to mom."
Brielle smirked. "I don't have a mom, so that's irrelevant. Dean's a good man, Clare."
"He's good to you?"
The brunette smiled wistfully, the same expression Clare noticed when they'd gotten to the bunker yesterday. "He's so wonderful. You have no idea."
"Tell me."
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