Chapter 23

"Hey, I got the…" Sam started to say but stopped short, and his jaw dropped when he saw Summer and Dean kissing.

The two pulled away and looked at the shocked Sam.

"Hi, Sam…" Summer spoke slowly, feeling the awkwardness building up already.

"This is unexpected," Sam stepped inside further, nudging the door shut before making his way to the table to set the food of Micky D's down. "I guess this answers my question earlier."

"What question?" Summer asked.

"I asked Dean if he fell in love with you, and this tells me the answer," he explained as he sat down on the chair, grabbing his burger out of the brown paper bag, and un-wrapped it before taking a bite. "Took you both long enough," he said with a mouthful.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Summer said looking away from him.

"Sorry," he apologized once he swallowed the bite. "So, does this mean you two are getting together or what?"

Dean looked at Summer before answering. "Only if she wants…"

"You know, how can I not? I have liked you for far too long, and if we don't… I think I'll poke my eyes out from the waiting."

"Now we don't want that," Dean said. "I'd hate to see you blind.

"Yeah and…" Sam swallowed another bite of his food before continuing. "You'd be a terrible hunter if you couldn't see."

"Good point," Summer nodded. "No eye poking."

"Now…" Dean started to climb off the bed. "I'm starving," he headed toward the table to get his food out of the bag

"Can you give me mine, please?" Summer asked him.

Dean turned around and faced her. "What, am I a slave to you now that I'm you're boyfriend?"

"No," she shook her head. "I'm just too comfy to get up."

"Correction: you're just too lazy," Dean said un-wrapping his burger.

"Hey!" she crossed her arms over her chest. "I am not lazy. Please?" she pouted.

"Oh, she's already starting the pouting, Dean," Sam said with a laugh. "You're getting sucked into the many ways of getting a boyfriend to do something."

"I'm not sucking him in, I just… I don't want to…"

"What is that?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Were you gonna agree with me?" a smirk now showing up on his face. "Hmm?"

"Ugh," she sighed lifting her arms up in defeat. "Ok, yes, I'm being lazy."

Dean laughed. "I knew it."

"Now will you just give me my food, I'm hungry over here."

"Ask nicely and maybe I will."

"Dean!" she whined.

Dean shook his head. "Not until—"

"Please?"

"That's better," he said as he pulled out her food of the bag and walked over to her and handed it to her. The three ate their food in silence with some minor chit-chat before they decided to get some sleep.

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The next morning, Dean woke up when the sunlight shone through the window, hitting him on the face. "Hmm…" he opened one eye and then the other before he stretched his arms out a little to make the stiffness go away. He turned over toward the right and saw Summer and Sam sleeping. He kept his eyes on her for a short while, watching her sleep. Her brown hair covered her whole pillow, making it almost impossible to see the white pillowcase. Her left arm was up toward her face, her hand lying next to her ear while her head faced Sam, her other arm was over her stomach. He reached over and moved a few strands of hair off her face.

Summer stirred, turning her head to look at him. "What time is it?"

"No clue."

She stretched a little. "Is Sam up yet?"

"Nope," he shook his head and scooted closer to her and leaned in, his lips brushed hers. "Wanna make out while he's asleep?" he whispered in her ear. The grin forming on his lips already, which made her let out a quiet laugh.

"Make out, at…" she sat up a little as she reached over, grabbing Sam's watch off the nightstand before setting it back down, and looked back at Dean. "…Eight in the morning?"

"Ah," he lied back down and set his head on his pillow. "On second thought… it's too early for makin' out."

"Yeah," she agreed. "Why are you even awake?"

"The sun shone on my face."

"Damn sun," she joked as she moved closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder, instantly, he wrapped an arm around her.

"Damn sun…" he mumbled agreeing with her closing his eyes.

"Wanna sleep for at least two more hours?"

"Uh huh…"

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The two woke up at ten-thirty and saw Sam still had not woken up yet, so Dean walked over to him.

"Sammy, wake up buddy," he shook his shoulder a bit, but didn't get a response for it, so he shook him a little harder. "Sam."

In response, Sam lifted his right arm up and pushed Dean away. "Leave me alone, Dean," he mumbled bringing his arm back toward the front of him, hanging over the edge of the bed.

Dean turned his head in Summer's direction. "And he says I'm bad about waking up," he faced Sam again. "Sam, wake up. Sam. Sam. Sammy!"

Sam muttered something, which they couldn't make out, but they thought it sounded like a curse.

Summer chuckled making her way over to him, and stood beside him. "So, what are you going to do?"

Dean looked at Sam again, staring at him for a couple of seconds before he grinned. "Give me a hand…" he bent down, grabbing the side of the mattress as he glanced up at her. "We'll make him wake up."

"Dean!" she spoke quietly, slightly surprised. "Are you serious?"

"You bet," he answered back getting ready to flip the mattress. "You gonna help me?"

"I can't… my stitches," she reminded him.

"Right, I forgot. Well…" Dean lifted, and the mattress flipped, sending Sam to the floor with it, his body hitting the floor with a loud thud. The two quickly ran toward the bed and jumped it, making it seem like they were still asleep.

Sam groaned as he pushed the mattress off him some as he climbed out from underneath, and stood up, eying the two. "Very funny," he mumbled, clearly not amused one bit.

In that instant, the two laughed as they sat up, and Dean smirked. "What's wrong, Sammy… I thought you liked sleeping on the floor?"

"Whatever."

Dean laughed again while he stood up and walked over to him, patting him on his shoulder. "Maybe you should have gotten up…" he headed toward the bathroom, closing the door.

Sam turned to face Summer, but before he had a chance to say something, she stood up, grabbing her jacket off the end of the bed and headed for the door. She left the motel room, shutting the door behind her.

The cold air hit her, making her shiver, and she pulled on her jacket. Wrapping her arms around her, she moved away from the door, stepping off the small wooden motel porch, she made her way to the Impala. Glancing around the parking lot, she noticed about five parked cars and a fence blocking a building that looked like it hadn't been used in a while. The windows were broken, and the side of the building looked as if it was ready to fall apart any minute. Across from the building, she noticed a restaurant named Vinnie's Barbee-Q. Sighing, she leaned against the car and continued to look around.

"Excuse me?"

Summer turned around to come face to face with a young African-American woman in her late 20's, long black curly hair that stopped to the middle of her back, and she stood about 5'6. "Yes?"

"Um, I'm sorry to bother you but I noticed you standing next to this car… do you know where I can find Dean?"

Summer stared at her, unsure whether to trust her or not. "And you might be?"

"My name is Cassie… I'm an old friend of his."

"Oh?" Summer raised an eyebrow. "He's never mentioned you before."

"Yeah, he probably wouldn't," Cassie said with a small nod. "So uh, where can I find him?"

Summer thought about telling her she didn't know, but she didn't want to be someone who tries to keep people away from a boyfriend. "He's in there," she pointed to the door. "Room 12," she added.

"Thanks," Cassie gave a quick nod and headed toward the room.

Summer considered following her, but she just stood there watching Cassie knock on the door, and then a moment later Sam appeared, looking a bit surprised to see her. He stepped aside and she went in, he closed the door behind her. Summer leaned back against the car and waited for one of them to come out.

"Hey…"

Summer faced the motel and saw Sam heading toward her. "Hey… look, sorry about before… I shouldn't have let him do that."

"Nah," he shook his head. "Dean does things like that just to piss me off sometimes. I'm not mad at you for not stopping him, so don't worry," he stood beside her, and leaned up against the car.

She gave a short nod. "So…" she began. "Who is this Cassie girl?"

"An old friend of his"

"Yeah, she already said that. Anything else?"

Sam chuckled, smirking. "What are you jealous or something?"

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous? I'm just curious if there's something else."

"From what he's told me, they dated for a few weeks."

"Was it serious?"

"Apparently, yes. He told her what he does, and he never does that."

"Did he break up with him because he told her?"

"Actually, it was the other way around."

"She dumped him?" she asked surprised.

"Yup," he nodded. "As surprising as that is, he was dumped by a girl."

"Never saw that coming," she said while she looked back at the motel, fixing her eyes on their room.

"I'm sure you can go in. Dean probably would like to introduce you to her…"

"No, I'll let them talk alone."

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"Cassie," Dean said clearly still surprised to see her. "What're you doing here?"

"I came to see if you were all right. I heard what happened, and I had to find out… how are you?" Cassie explained.

"I'm fine," he told her.

Cassie stood there noticing something. "Was this a mistake?"

"What?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Coming here? Seeing you? Is this a mistake?"

"No, Cassie, it's not a mistake. Look, I'm glad to see you. Truth is Cassie I didn't expect to see you."

"Truth is I almost didn't come. I wasn't sure if it was good idea."

"I'm glad you did."

She smiled a little. "So uh… who is she, the girl by your car?"

"I see you've met Summer," he said with a slight nod. "She uh… she's a friend…" he cleared his throat, bringing his hand to the back of his neck. "Girlfriend…"

"Oh? Sam's girlfriend?" she asked.

"No…"

She nodded knowing. "I see. Well, I guess I'll go," she turned to leave. Opening the door, she faced him again. "I wish you both best of luck."

"Thanks. I'll see you, Cassie."

"Bye, Dean…"

Dean watched as she walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. He sighed, grabbing his jacket off one of the chairs and headed for the door.

"Let's get some food, I'm starving," Dean called out to both Summer and Sam walking up to them.