Sam sighed and sat down on the edge that was jutting out into the middle of the room, "Yea, me too."
I looked at him in complete and utter confusion,
"You what?"
"I've had visions lately. Dreams too, all of which contain me killing you, or Dean. Sometimes its other people too."
"What-I – how does that even make sense?"
"I think it's the yellow eyed demon's doing."
I snorted,
"Do you really think that the mother of all demons has the time to play mess with Sam and Kaiden's minds?"
Sam shrugged,
"He seems to have enough time to drive people to the brink of sanity and then convince them to try to kill you. This might be a more effective way for him to do it. Less foot work."
"So now what?"
"We have to stick together. The whole reason he is doing this is because we're too strong together. He knows that our main goal is to take his evil ass down and he doesn't want to take the chance of us actually doing it. By leaving you are just giving him what he wants."
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, that is until Sam started chuckling to himself,
"What part of us seeing ourselves killing people is funny?" I demanded

"It's not that. It's just, I was thinking about how much you and Dean are alike. He attacked you because of the Djinn and then he separates himself from you in order to keep you safe. And now you have a dream of you killing Dean and you pack up your bags, move like three doors down, not exactly the best attempt at a run away I might add, but the end product is the same. You're trying to protect him."
"Shut up." I mumbled as I gave him a shove, "What do you think I should do?"
"You should talk to him. Tell him the truth about what happened today and you guys can kiss and make up, preferably in here, where I don't have to witness it."
I nodded, I knew he was right, no matter what I did the demon would still want to hurt him. No matter how many miles, or motel rooms for that matter, I put between us it wouldn't change the fact that the demon wanted all three of us dead,
"Could you send him over when you go back?"
Sam nodded his head and headed to the door,
"Hey Sam?" I called,
"Yea?"
"Doesn't it freak you out? I mean the dreams and visions."
He gave me a sad smile and before he closed the door behind him I heard him say,
"It scares the hell out of me."

Dean was knocking at my door less then five minutes later. I answered the door and the first thing I noticed was Dean's clothes looked like they had been haphazardly thrown on and his hair was all wet.
I laughed,
"Did you run from the shower?"
He looked a little sheepish as he stepped across the threshold and into the room I was staying in,
"I was kind of worried you'd change your mind."
I nodded my head and sat on the bed, beckoning him to join me,
"Dean, earlier today at the restaurant I-"
"Sam already told me everything." He said, cutting me off.
"He did, did he? I guess he didn't trust me enough to tell you myself."
Dean shrugged and pulled me into his arms,
"He also told me that the whole reason you left was because you were trying to protect me."
It was my turn to look sheepish and uncomfortable,
"Yea, I was just. You know." I laughed nervously, "Killing you would have kind of sucked."
"Yea." He said in a dead serious voice, "It would have kind of sucked."
"Shut up." I said with a laugh and gave him a playful push, "There's no need to mock."
Dean pulled me towards him so our lips brushed each other,
"I'm not mocking," he whispered against my lips, "I just like repeating what you say."
We lay on the bed for a long time, just kissing softly, nothing above pg-13, until Dean got up and pulled me with him,
"Come on, we should probably go back to the room."
I hesitated,
"I'm going to stay here." I said, looking him dead in the eye,
"What?" he questioned,
"I'm staying here tonight." I clarified,
"Oh, okay." He said, clearly disappointed,
"I want to know if you'll stay here with me."
A smile spread from one ear to another on his face as he pulled me into him,
"You know," he said, "This would be a big deal if we weren't already sleeping in the same bed."
I laughed,
"Yea, well you're just so irresistible that I just can't contain myself when you're around."
He nodded his head solemnly,
"That's what I keep telling everyone."
My only response to that was a snort and I told him as he picked up the phone that,
"Sam already knows you're staying here. He pretty much knew it before we did."
Dean nodded,
"It'll be good for him to get away from us. He'll probably just watch some porn."
"Ew, gross Dean."
He shrugged,
"The guy gets no action, can you blame him?"
"I totally do not want to be having this conversation. Isn't it weird that you're talking like this about your brother?"
"I'm just stating the facts of life." He said with another shrug,
"Yea well you're making me ill."

We spent the rest of the night lounging around, we ordered some pizza and Dean got some beer. We ended up watching some horror movie that Dean had picked while I was in the shower. I hate horror movies with all my being, it's not like I don't have to see this stuff live and in person pretty much every other day. I just don't feel the need to watch it on T.V. Plus it scared me a lot, which I know, is weird,
"Is there any way we could not watch this?" I asked,
"You're not trying to tell me that you're scared, are you?" he questioned, tearing his eyes away from the screen and looking at me with a funny expression of his face, "After all we've seen?"
"Yea well," I cross my arms. "When we hunt I can rest easy knowing that we've killed it, and the fact that I generally sleep with protection."
"You're telling me that you sleep with condoms?"
"No!" I exclaimed. "I mean that you are the big strong protector and if anything broke in they'd kill the guy first. They always do." My face had turned a brilliant shade of red.
He laughed pretty hard for a length of time that allowed the blush to drain from my face and an expression of annoyance to replace my previous one of embarrassment,
"Don't worry." He said, ruffling my hair in an irritating fashion, "I'll let you sleep with my talisman tonight, it'll keep you good and safe."
He pulled off the worn leather around his neck that held an ancient Egyptian necklace and slid it around my throat, tying it on a knot at the back of my neck,
"Thanks." I murmured as I looked down at it, I'd never seen him without it, "But now what about you?"
He kissed me softly,
"Don't worry. I'm big and tough. I promise I'll fight off anything that comes near."
I made some sarcastic comment about him being my amazing savior and slid off the bed in search of food. I ended up finding the take out container from earlier that held my chicken sandwich I had ordered before the whole vision ordeal in the restaurant. I ate the sandwich as Dean finished watching the end of the horror movie. I then climbed into bed with him and fell asleep to the sound of Dean watching cheesy infomercials. I woke up a couple hours later drenched in sweat. I hadn't been woken from one of my nightmares like was usual for me, I had woken up because my stomach was twisted in knots and I was shaking uncontrollably.

I fumbled for the lamp but ended up knocking it over,
"Kay?" Dean's voice came through the darkness, "You okay?"
"Um, I'm not sure."
He reached across me and set the lamp right before clicking it on. He looked down at me,
"Babe, you're drenched and shaking like a leaf."
"Don't worry." I said through chattering teeth, "It's just-"
I stopped talking as my stomach lurched and made a run for the bathroom. I ended up seeing my earlier meal in a less appealing form. Dean joined me in the bathroom moments later, helping me up and wrapping the comforter from the bed around me.

He lifted me into his arms and walked out the bathroom,
"We're taking you to see Sammy."
"Dean, I'm sure it's just stomach flu. Nothing worth waking Sam over."
"Yea well," he said as he closed the door behind us and the cool November air bit at the skin that wasn't covered by the blanket, "With all these weird things that have been happening, I'm not taking that chance. Plus you're like grey."

Normally I would have been offended about the fact that he pointed out my grayish colour, but I was feeling so terrible that I just concentrated on trying to stop the shaking of my body and allowed Dean to carry me to the room I had been staying in earlier.
Sam swung the door open looking disheveled and exhausted,
"Dean? What the hell is going on?"
Dean pushed his way through the door and laid me down on the bed that was still made,
"It's just some bug Sam, Dean's just being paranoid." I was speaking mostly into the blanket and my voice was already weak, but Sam managed to hear. He walked over to me and placed a hand on my forehead,
"You've got a fever." He said looking down at me.
I groaned and pulled the blanket tighter around myself,
"Kill me." I moaned
"It could be food poisoning, did you eat anything bad?" Sam asked,
"All I've had was that sandwich."
"You actually ate that?"
"Yea…didn't you eat yours?"
"Hell no. It smelled funky and was green around the edges."
"You ate a rotten sandwich?" Dean asked with a chuckle,
"Thanks Dean. I'm glad you find me barfing my guts out comedic."
"Sorry." He said, trying to straighten out his face, "So Sam what do we go."
Sam shrugged,
"We'll get her some Gatorade and finish the trip to Bozeman in the morning."
Dean looked appalled,
"I don't want puke in my car!"
"Don't worry Dean; I'll put my head out the window."
My comment didn't seem to put him at ease. I was fairly insulted that Dean had to think which was more important to him, his girlfriend, or his car.
The night passed slowly, I spent most of my time either huddled up in a blanket, in Dean's arms, or barfing. Not exactly what I would call fun.

Sam and Dean spent the hours guessing what could be going on in Bozeman and then they played cards, and then Sam fell asleep at the table with his laptop while Dean and I were sound asleep leaning against the wall in the bathroom. I had told Dean that he could just go to bed, but he refused to leave me alone.

I woke up the next morning with Dean's arm around my waist and light streaming in the bathroom window. It reminded me of the day that I woke up after my stomach had been all cut up after a dream and Dean had sewed me shut. That was when I figured out how much I really liked Dean. It was strange that I was once again not up to par, and once again Dean was watching out for me.

I slipped out from underneath Dean's arm as smoothly as I could, I didn't want to wake him since I'd noticed he hadn't been sleeping all that well lately. I tip toed back into the room where Sam was not asleep like I had expected him to be, but instead he was on his laptop typing furiously,
"Hey," he said as he noticed me, "How are you feeling?"
I shrugged,
"A little bit better, but I don't feel very good. Kind of pukey still."
"Yea. You'll probably be weak for a little while; bad chicken isn't the best thing in the world for you."
I gave him an incredulous look,
"You were pre-law right Sam?"
"Uh, yea. Why?"
"It just seems more like you're pre-med. How do manage to know so much about everything?"
"He's a geek boy. That's why." Came Dean's voice from the door of the bathroom,
"There's nothing wrong with being well-read." Sam muttered mostly to himself as he turned his attention back to his computer.

After a few moments of silence I brought around the subject of the hunt,
"So when do you want to head out to Bozeman?"
"Whenever." Was Dean's reply, "Do you think you're up to traveling?"
I informed him that I was more than ready for travel and to kick some supernatural bad-ass butt. That is, once I wasn't feeling like I was about to vomit up every single thing I ate.
"What do you think Sam?" Dean asked his little brother, "Do you think we should let her run around the forest?"

Sam looked uncomfortable; I knew how much he hated it when Dean made him break the bad news to me, although I totally and completely knew it was coming. I mean, come on, Dean letting me hunt after I'd spent the night puking? I think not.
"You should probably just take it easy for a little while before jumping back into it."
"Fine." I said, well mostly muttered. I was bummed that I wouldn't be able to take part in the fun that is harassing people for information. I had a thought that made me feel a bit better, "Well if you guys need some guy seduced, then I'm your girl."

The two Winchester men gave me peculiar looks, Dean looked like he had swallowed something that wasn't quite going down well, while Sam just looked like he was trying to suppress a laugher with all his will power,
"We'll keep that in mind." Sam said in a strangled voice as he grabbed his duffle bag and brought them out to the Impala.
Dean grabbed the keys from me and went to the motel room I had rented and grabbed my stuff before also loading it into the car.
I strolled out behind them and slid into the backseat behind where Dean and Sam were sitting,
"How long do you think it'll take us to get there?" I questioned in my inquisitive ways,
Sam shrugged,
"Not long, two hours, three maybe."

I nodded and pulled my worn leather jacket, which greatly resembled a smaller version of Dean's jacket, while I fiddled around with Dean's amulet which he had strung around my neck, and tried to gain some of the energy I had lost the previous night.
"Wake me when we get there." I mumbled before allowing my need for sleep overpower my need to eavesdrop on everything Sam and Dean said.