Chapter 3

When Sam returned to the motel room, Dean was out of the shower and sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV.

"Hey, where's the coffee?" he asked

"Oh, sorry, um they were out." said Sam

"They were out of coffee? You okay dude?" Dean asked noticing that Sam seemed a bit distracted.

"Yeah, fine. So, about these vampires. I think we need to check out the nest in the morning and see exactly what we are up against." he said

"Okay. Let me go get Ivy and we'll come up with a plan." he said as he walked towards the door to the room.

"Dean, no don't..." Sam started but Dean was already out the door. Things were about to get very awkward.

Ivy was sitting on her bed trying to make sense out of what had just happened between her and Sam. It had just come out of nowhere, she had never had those types of thoughts about him before. Then again, last time they were together he was just 19, still just a boy, but now at 23 he had grown into a very sexy man.

"Stop it Ivy." she said to herself. "You can't have these thoughts, not about Sam. He's Dean's little brother for God's sake. Remember Dean? The man you used to love, still love?"

Just then there was a knock on the door. She went to the door and looked out the peep hole. Dean. Just wonderful. He was the last person she needed to see right now. She sighed and opened the door.

"Dean." she said.

"Hey Ivy. Can I come in?" he said.

"Sure." she said and stepped aside to let him pass. She felt him slightly brush her arm as he walked by and she felt her stomach knot up like it always did whenever he touched her.

'Pull yourself together Ivy.' she thought.

"I'm here because we need to talk." Dean said.

"Look Dean, I don't want to rehash everything right now." she said.

"Good because that's not what I want to talk about. These vamps, Sam and I have decided that we should go check out the nest in the morning to see what we are up against. You willing?" he said, not really looking at her.

"Um, yeah, sounds like a plan." she said.

"Why don't you come over to the room and we'll get to work formulating a plan then." he said as he turned and walked towards the door.

"Okay, sure." she said. "Dean? I uh, I do think we need to talk about things."

"No, we don't. We both know what happened. I don't see the need to talk about it four years later. It's not going to change anything. It's done, that's the end of it." Dean said and walked out of the room. closing the door behind him, like he had done the very night he had closed the door on their relationship.

As she turned away from the door she couldn't help but feel like she needed to fight for him, fight for what they lost and all the time they had wasted. She had always been able to read Dean, always been able to see through the walls he built up, this time was no different. She could sense that he still had feelings for her and some regrets for how things had turned out. But there was a new complication for her, Sam. She had to look into what had happened between them if she wanted to come to any kind of resolution about things with Dean.

How had things suddenly become so complicated?