A/N: So I made a little deal with myself that when this fic got to 5000 views I would write a new chapter. It's on 5001. THANKS GUYS! Not quite sure what this chapter is but hey, maybe one day I'll work out where this fic is going.

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I sat down in the campus cafe. My fingers were drumming nervously against my thigh as I awaited Hayley's arrival. I internally rolled my eyes at myself and forced myself to stop being so dramatic. I was just going to luch with one of my friends. And I was going to confide in her about Dean. I bit my lip, reconsidering. It felt too much like a betrayal even though I had never promised Dean not to tell my friends about him. I just couldn't tell Sam. I was so deep in thought I barely noticed when the tiny brunette slid in the chair opposite me.

"Hey, girl. What's up?" She said with a smile that light up the room like a firework. I loved her accent! It brought me memories of holidays with my family.

"Nothing, well, not really nothing but erm, well," I was doing it again. Why did I have to have the nervous habit of mutilating my sentences? It was so damn embarrassing.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Hayley held up her hands in a stop signal. "Slow down, hun. Start at the beginning."

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm down. "So you know Sam? My brother friend?"

Hayley sighed in appreciation. I could understand that. Sam was gorgeous. "Mmmmmm. The delicious, hot, tall piece of perfection?" A dreamy smile rested on her lips.

I frowned. "Hayley… He's taken."

She shook herself out her trance and pushed her iron straight strands out her eyes. "Girl, I know. Believe me, I know." She informed me wistfully.

What was she saying? I scowled at her. "Did you have the hots for Sam?"

She shrugged, unconcerned. "Maybe. Who wouldn't? Don't worry, love. He's a one girl guy. Anyway… on with the story."

I glared at her but let it drop. For now. "So, erm, Sam never talks about his family but his phone rang and it was his brother and I picked it up and-"

"-Breath. So basically, hun, what your saying is you talked to Sam's brother without him knowing?" She looked at me in confusion and raised her hands in frustration. "I don't get the problem."

I chewed on my lip. "Well, that on its own wouldn't be a problem but I kinda copied his brothers phone number and kinda talk to him regularly?" I made it sound like a question while avoiding Hayley's gaze.

She made a so what gesture. "It's a free country. Besides, has he ever told you NOT to talk to his brother?" I shook my head. "See? I bet he's smokin' too…" She licked her lips. "Anyway, love. Still don't see the issue."

"Sam doesn't keep in touch with his family and I don't think he wants them in his life. Also, his brother keeps flirting with me and I don't know…" I rambled.

"Does Sam know?" Hayley asked getting straight to the heart of the issue. Serious for once.

"No."

"Why not?"

"His brother told me not to tell him."

"But why?"

"I don't know. It's complicated." I was beginning to sound defensive.

She rolled her electric blue eyes. "What have I told you before? If it feels wrong it probably is."

"It doesn't feel wrong exactly" I protest weakly. "I just feel bad about keeping it from Sam." Yes, I was aware how ridiculous that sounded. "What sound I do?" I dragged my eyes from the table and looked at Hayley dead on.

"Sound to me like you've already made up your mind." She said softly.

I thought about that for a second then slowly nodded. I wasn't going to tell Sam. I wasn't going to stop calling Dean. I was going to have to walk a fine line. It was worth it.

TBC…