A couple of things:

One - Sorry for taking forever to update. I hit writer's block on almost all of my stories. I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing and updating them often.

Two - I skipped ahead a lot because I was getting bored writing, which means it was probably boring to read. This is mostly a filler chapter but I still feel it is completely necessary.

Chapter 4 – Dean's an Arse

The next few days were kind of a blur for Rebecca. Heck. The next week or two was. Of course her, Sam, and Dean had figured out the Constance thing and put it to a stop. Everything looked up. Sam was going to make it back to school in time for that law school interview and everything. Then they found his girlfriend burning stuck to the ceiling, just like the boys' mom had died. That seemed to be the last straw for Sam.

He'd been kind of mopey and all gung ho for hunts since he'd joined Rebecca and Dean. She had to admit that it was pretty weird having Sam around all the time with him having been gone for so long. She noticed Dean had fallen back into his asshole ways and he rarely shared a conversation with her anymore. She didn't mind talking to Sam, but she missed Dean and his sarcastic comments. Yeah he was still there, but something was different. He was acting the way he did with her when John was around, not when the two of them were alone. It worried Becca a bit.

Today was just a research day. Her and Sam hadn't come across anything that looked like a good job in a couple of days. She didn't mind. It was nice to take a break once in a while. Becca looked up from her computer screen across the table at Sam. He was hard at work searching through the internet. Her eyes scanned over to the couch where Dean was sprawled out watching some crappy TV show. She closed the lid to her laptop. Her eyes were killing her from being on the computer for so long. Sam looked up at her as she walked over to the couch, the only thing to sit on besides the crappy table chairs. Rebecca looked down at Dean, who didn't even acknowledge her standing there.

"You gonna sit up so I can sit down too?"

"Nope." Dean said popping the 'P'.

"Fine."

Rebecca turned around and sat on his stomach, causing Dean to let out an 'oof'. She leaned back and smirked as she heard Sam chuckle behind them.

"Hey. You're not that light you know." Dean grumbled.

"Are you calling me fat?" She looked at him, being completely serious.

"No. You're just not that skinny."

She slapped his chest and made sure that all of her weight was resting on him now. He groaned and tried to push her off, which surprisingly to the both of them didn't seem to be working. Rebecca must have been stronger than she thought. Dean managed to sit up and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her down on the couch next to him.

"I'm not getting up so you're going to have to live with this." He said repositioning himself so they both could be somewhat more comfortable lying on their sides, sharing the couch. It wasn't comfortable at all.

"Say who?"

"Me. And you know I mean it."

Rebecca rolled her eyes glad Dean couldn't see her. She was kind of happy he was back to acting the way he used to when they were alone together, but it still didn't mean she wanted to lay with him like this with Sam in the room. She had a feeling the other brother might get the wrong idea about things. It was bad enough he'd already asked her if she'd had sex with Dean, which she most definitely had not done.

"Yeah. But I don't get why you can't just sit up. It's not like it can be any more uncomfortable than this." Rebecca knew Sam had to be listening by now, watching them from the other side of the room because the typing on his computer had ceased.

"This is a lot more comfortable." Dean whispered, obviously aware that the pair had caught Sam's attention.

"For you maybe. I'm hanging over the edge of the sofa."

The comment caused Dean to pull her closer to him; she felt his body pressed up against her back. You would think with all of the times they'd shared a bed she'd be comfortable with this, but this was a lot closer than they ever got. Now Rebecca was really glad he was behind her because she was pretty damn sure her cheeks were starting to turn red. She cursed herself mentally for having this reaction. It was Dean. She should not be thinking like this.

"Better?"

"Yeah, but I still think sitting up would be more comfortable."

Dean let out a chuckle. "Just shut up and watch the TV."

Becca looked up at the screen. "I hate this show."

"Then just shut up."

She elbowed him in the stomach. Sam chuckled softly in the background. Crap. Becca had forgotten that he was there again. She made a mental note to make sure she wasn't alone with Sam anytime soon. She did not want to answer the array of questions he was bound to throw her way. Mainly because she did not feel like delving into her and Dean's relationship.

Rebecca groaned and closed her eyes. Trying to nap was better than watching the crap Dean had on TV. It almost always was.