I sat on the bed, jealousy coursing through my veins and I was pretty sure anger was more than evident on my face. When Sam was out...some girl. Meg. I didn't even need to hear the rest. The look on his face when he saw her—my God, I was...I didn't even know. Dean sat across from me, and his face was full of concern. And anger, too. Sam had told her that we were keeping him against his will. I closed my fists and looked over at him. Fuck. I swear, I wanted to fucking kill something. And Dean was, like, encouraging him. I narrowed my eyes at Dean. "Why was I not enough, Dean? Why does he need to chase after Meg? I don't get it, I..." I walked over to Dean's bed and sat down beside him. I really, really needed the comfort of his arms right then. He put his arm around my shoulders and gently rubbed my upper arm. But I shoved away quickly. "AND WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU HELPING HIM? You know I love Sam and—you...GOD Dean, you're PRACTICALLY THROWING HIM INTO ANOTHER WOMAN'S ARMS!"

Dean shushed me gently and shook his head, swallowing hard. "What do you want me to do, Page? Just sit aside and let my brother wallow in his loneliness while you try and figure out if you're going to tell him or not? No. You either tell him or you don't. I want him to be happy either way!" he glared at me and I swear, I saw a really strange look on his face.

I felt tears playing at the corners of my eyes, and all of a sudden, Dean's arms were around me, holding me to him. I should have pushed away. But I couldn't. "Why...why am I not enough for him? Why have I never been enough for him? First Jess. Now Meg. FUCKING A, DEAN! I've been through HELL for him! I'd do it again if I had to and..." I buried my head in his shoulder for a second, emptying my tear ducts of whatever tears they had left to cry, and pulled back from the hug. "Why did you send him to her, Dean? Why couldn't you have just...told him to...I don't get it. He's probably fucking her now. He's probably professing that it's destiny that they met again like this. He's probably...forgetting that I exist. And...it could have been avoided if you...why?"

Dean bit his lip and swallowed hard. "I...don't know. It just felt...like the right thing to do, Page. I just did what I thought was...right. Sam deserves to be happy, too, you know?"

I shoved at him. "BUT SO DO I!" I screamed, feeling my chest shuddering with each breath. "YOU'RE SAYING IT LIKE I DON'T DESERVE TO BE HAPPY!" I shoved him away as he advanced at me. I was trying to cry, but my tear ducts were dry. I practically fell into him and sobbed against his shoulder. "D—Dean, why am I not enough for Sam?" I asked him, feeling my body shake as I pulled back from the hug. His face...was streaming with tears now too, and I reached up to wipe them away. For a second, I thought that maybe...I...I wasn't sure what I thought. But that moment of sadness on Dean's face...it floored me. "Why are we not enough for Sam...?" I asked softly.

Dean shrugged his shoulders and put a hand to my cheek. "I don't know..." he whispered to me, wiping a tear from my cheek. "But..." he smoothed some hair from my face. "We're...we're enough for each other..." he told me in a soft tone, and that look in his eyes...I...suddenly understood. What happened over the next couple of seconds...I couldn't explain, but, before I could stop myself, I had leaned upward and pressed my lips to Dean's, and pulled him to me in a deep, passionate kiss. I wasn't sure why. Or even what had made me want to. But, something about what Dean said...it made sense. Ever since we met, after he got over his resentment of me for interfering with their hunt, we'd always been enough for each other. We'd been able to rely on each other, and...he was right. Our foreheads were pressed together, and our breaths were on one another's faces...and God, it felt...right. I pushed Dean's flannel over-shirt from his shoulders and gently pushed him to the bed, and reveled in the feeling of his hands beneath my own shirt.

The next fifteen minutes was filled with a mix of sweat, lust and need. Not love. We didn't love each other. I knew we didn't love each other. Mainly because I didn't really know him. And Dean didn't really know me. But we both had a common need. And that was enough, especially considering that Sam and I...we didn't share that need. But Dean and I? We did. Hips crashed together, movements flowed and jerked, and sweat beads intermingled, and it all culminated into one final moment of release. I rolled off of Dean and lay beside him, trying to catch my breath and my thoughts all in one. I took a deep breath and looked at him. What did you say when you just fucked the man you love's brother? Thank you? No. That didn't cover it. Not I love you. Because we didn't. But...fuck, what in the hell was I supposed to say? And why did I feel an overwhelming feeling of guilt?

After a few minutes of just laying there in our own sweat, Dean's phone rang, and he leaned over to pick it up. Amy. The secretary he'd met. I listened to his side of the conversation, as we both gathered our clothes and put them on slowly. Dean tried to give me as much detail on his end. "Meredith...was what? Born where?" he asked. I looked at him as though he had two heads, and his jaw fell open. "Lawrence, Kansas? Really?" we exchanged shocked glances, "And...the other guy? Him too?" he cleared his throat. "Uh...um...not now, Amy. Um...yeah. I'll call you. Uh...bye..." he looked at me. "Apparently, both of them were from--"

I nodded and bit my lip. "Um...Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"What...did we just do?"

"I...think we just..."

"I know that!" I scoffed.

"Well...other than that...I don't know."

"Why did we?"

Dean gave me a guilt ridden look and ran a hand through his hair. "Um...I don't know."

I shook my head. "Me...either. Um...but Dean?" he looked at me, and bit his lower lip.

"We...can't tell Sam about this..." he said, watching as I pulled my shirt back over my shoulders.

I shook my head insistently. "No. Never..." I told him. I wasn't sure how Sam would react. Not because he'd be jealous or anything, but...God, it would be way, way too awkward. "It'll be our little secret..." I nodded. Ever since I'd joined them on this hunt, Sam and I had never kept any secrets. But...something told me that this was one secret that was best kept to myself. And it was good that Dean agreed.