Dark came and the boys left to go to the apartment building that they had been talking about all week long. I was hoping that I could at least sit in the car when they went in, but Dean immediately shot down that idea and I had to stay in a motel all by myself. I was in a bad mood.
It was around ten when Sam and Dean left the room and they didn't come back until around four a.m.
I had fallen asleep watching infomercials and was woken by a pounding on the door. I wasn't stupid; so I grabbed a shotgun and went to open the door.
Sam who was leaning against the door and holding up Dean fell into the room. They were both beaten to hell,
"What the hell happened?" I said my voice horrified, "I thought Dean said it was cut and dry!"
Dean was out cold and Sam was barely conscious; I dragged Dean all the way into the room and went back to help Sam in,
"I can make it myself," he said in a tense voice, "go help Dean. He looked pretty bad."
I refused to leave him alone; I practically dragged him into the room and helped him onto the bed.
Sam's nose was bleeding and he had a nasty black eye. Dean on the other hand was much worse; his face was covered in cuts and his clothes torn to pieces. After I removed his jacket and ripped t-shirt I could see some serious bruising and a possibility of a couple cracked ribs. I heard Dean groan and saw his eyes open,
"This is what I have to do for you to undress me?"
I knew he was in pain but it couldn't have been that bad if he was well enough to crack jokes, but I thought I should ask anyways just to be sure,
"How are you feeling Dean?" I said with more than a hint of concern in my voice.
"Peachy." He said in a strained voice, "What's the diagnosis Doc?"
I smiled down at him, "worst case scenario; a couple cracked ribs, some pretty bad bruises and cuts." I looked over to Sam on the other bed, "Sam how you doing over there?"
"I'm fine. Just tired." He mumbled with his eyes still closed,
"I think what you both need is a good night's sleep."
Dean looked down at himself, "I think I need sleep. But I need a shower more. I'm disgusting."
Well there was no denying that, he was covered in dirt and blood. Not the most attractive combination,
"Okay. A quick shower and then you really should get some sleep. I want to start heading to Kentucky tomorrow morning."
Dean pulled himself off the bed, "Shower here I come," he looked at me, "I'm always up for a quickie."
I rolled my eyes at his stupid joke and followed him into the bathroom,
"Ooh are you taking me up on my offer?" he said with a big grin on his face,
"No you moron, you're really stiff so I figured you should need a hand getting your clothes off."
"I have no issue letting you get me naked." I hadn't thought his grin could get any bigger, but apparently I had been wrong,
"Listen wise guy, you're not getting any action from me tonight. You need to get cleaned up and then go to bed. Don't make me do it myself." I immediately regretted my choice of words but Dean knew by the look on my face not to make anymore smartass comments.
He looked at me and his face softened, "You only get this bossy when you're scared."
I sighed and leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around me. He had gotten to know me really well again over the past week, he probably knew me better now then he did when we were younger. Sometimes I wish he forgot some of the little details about me,
"I was so scared when you and Sam fell in the door; I thought you were dead. I was terrified someone else I loved had died." I admitted; I could feel the tears running down my face. I hadn't had time to get emotional when the boys first came in but now the commotion was over and I could tell how terrified I really was.
"I'm sorry," I whispered,
"What for?" he asked, his voice surprisingly rough considering the tenderness of the moment,
"I'm crying, again. I've been doing this a lot lately, you must think I'm some kind of blubbering weirdo."
"Well you are a blubbering weirdo that I have a major thing for." He said whispering into my ear. Put a finger under my chin and raised my face to his.
Dean lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. I pulled back from him unwillingly
"Dean we can't do this; you're hurt. And you need your sleep more than this."
Dean opened his mouth to argue but I just put a finger over his mouth and then turned my attention to getting the shower ready,
"There you go Dean, now be quiet and get clean."
I left Dean in the bathroom to shower and walked into the main room. I changed into my traditional choice of pajamas; an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
Sam was sound asleep on the same bed he had been on when I had gone into the bathroom with Dean; I pulled the covers over him and turned off the lamp beside him.
I sat on the couch with the latest issue of Cosmopolitan and within a few seconds my eyes were sliding shut.
I'm not sure how much time passed until Dean was gently shaking my shoulders to me wake up; it must have been at least ten minutes; since he had gotten out of the shower, dried off and found a pair of boxers to sleep in,
"Are you wearing my boxers?" he whispered in an amused tone,
"Yea, I couldn't find my own." I answered, getting up off the couch and walking towards the bed with him.
We both climbed into the bed, he pulled the blankets up over me and pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me.
He placed a kiss on my collar bone and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I could hardly move, there was pain shooting through my body and I could feel blood running down my face. I could barely see from all the blood in my eyes but I could just make out my blood-soaked shirt and I knew it was coming from the cut on my stomach that was causing me a blinding amount of pain.
I could hear pounding and yelling, I recognized the voices of Sam and Dean coming through the wall opposite of me. I went to move towards their voices but I realized I was completely pinned to the wall. Through the blood I could make out a figure walking slowly towards me; I recognized him but I couldn't place him. He smiled at me; an evil smile full of hatred,
"Goodbye Kaiden."

I woke with a jolt; drenched in a cold sweat,
"Kay. What's wrong?" Dean's voice came to me through the darkness and he protectively pulled me towards him.
I was shaking so hard I could barely get my mouth to form words,
"I h-had another n-nightmare." The warmth of his body felt amazing against my cold skin,
"Honey you're freezing." Dean got up from the bed and I heard him searching in his duffle bag. He came back to bed with a big flannel button-up shirt and some thick socks. He put the shirt around me and buttoned it up and slid the socks over my freezing toes,
"Thanks." I murmured,
"So do you want to tell me about your dream? Was it like an every-day nightmare or one of your see into the future nightmares?"
I opened my mouth to answer when I heard a voice gruff with sleep come across the room,
"Would you two be quiet? Not everyone feels the need to have a middle of the night bonding experience."
I felt a smile pull at my lips,
"Sorry Sammy, we'll keep it down."
"Don't call me Sammy." Were his last words before I heard him roll over and his breathing deepen,
"That kid can sleep like a log," Dean whispered in my ear and I had to close my mouth tightly to suppress a giggle "Now. Tell me about your dream."
"I was in some basement and I was pinned to a wall. There was a man in the room with me; I recognized him but I can't remember where I've seen him before. Anyways I could hear you guys yelling through a door or a wall or something. The man came close to me and said 'Goodbye Kaiden.' And then I woke up."
"Every day nightmare or seeing into the future nightmare?" he said repeating his question.
I was going to tell him the truth, I really was. But I didn't feel the urge to frighten him and if I told him that it was the latter one of my options he would question the hell out of me,
"Just a normal one." I said turning to kiss him lightly on the lips,
"Well that's a nice change." He said kissing me back with more force than the original kiss.
I knew it was better that I had lied to him, especially since I realized who the man in my dream was as I lay in bed being held by Dean. The man in my dream was my brother.