"So, Alicia, would you like to come in and do some research? Maybe figure out our plan?" Sam asked as we reached the doors to our prospective motel rooms which, of course, were right next to one another.

The offer seemed innocent enough, but the way Dean kept eyeing my ass in my barely-there shorts gave me different ideas.

"Uh, I'm not sure. All my stuffs kind of over here," I gestured to my room. "Maybe Sam can bring what you guys have over and we can go from there?"

I saw the giant smirk cross Deans face as he looked up at his naïve brother, who nodded. "Sure, I'm going to jump in the shower and I'll be right over."

"Take your time, Sammy!" Dean called as he followed me into the room, "take your sweet, sweet time."

"Beer?" I asked, making my way over to the mini fridge, which was always stocked.

"My kinda girl." I heard him say as I bent down to search for two bottles. At this point, I could feel the shorts creeping further and further up my ass, giving Dean one hell of a view.

"Found 'em." I smirk as I stood up and tossed one to him.

"Oh," Dean caught it off guard. "Yeah, thanks."

"So, Dean," I made my way over to him. "You guys been hunting long?"

At this point he had made himself comfy in the chair next to my bed, his feet kicked up on the edge of it. "Eh, kind of. Our dad was in the business basically our entire life, so," at this point I slid on this lap and took a swig from my beer, obviously making him forget what he was saying. "… yeah."

"Sounds like my life story." I smiled sweetly as I felt the growing hardness underneath me. "See though," I sighed and put my beer on the nightstand. "The only thing I don't like about the life is having to wear this kind of stuff to get it done."

I slid from Dean's lap and walked over to the mirror. "If I just slide this up the thinnest bit," I grabbed the hem of my shorts and pushed them up ever so slightly, "everyone would get a nice view of my ass." I didn't need to look over at Dean to tell that he was enthralled. "ya know?"

He seemed to snap out of the trance he was in at that moment and rose from his seat. In a second I was planted against the wall and his mouth was attacking mine. He was playing into the palm of my hand. His hands explored my body until they reached my ass, where they stopped. He reached under the hem of my shorts and began to palm my ass, which elicited a low moan from me.

Before he could react, the door swung open and Sam made his way in.

"So," I tore myself away from him and turned to the desk right beside us. "As you can see I think that they're main hunting ground is the bar we met in."

"Dean, what is wrong with you?" Sam asked confused. "You look like someone stabbed your puppy."

"You know what, Sammy, I don't even want to look at you right now." He grunted and plopped back into the chair, using his beer to cover the very visible bulge in his pants.

"Anyways," I sighed and leaned back against the wall, making sure Dean still had a good view. "The vamp you guys offed back there was the #2. The #1 is a guy named Lucia Frankof. I think they're part of some bigger nest from Russia my mom was researching before she died. All of the signs point to it."

"Wow." Sam said and nodded appreciatively. "That's a hell of a lot more than what we've got."

I smiled at Sam. He seemed sweet. "I've been here for a while. It's kind of personal for me to kill this son of a bitch."

"Well, I guess we better hatch up a plan." Dean chimed in.

"Hold on there, Texas Ranger," Sam looked at his brother. "I think we should learn everything we can before we run in there guns blazing."

"I agree. But it's late, maybe we should pick up in the morning?" I glanced at the clock.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Sam rose from his seat. "Maybe we should get your number in case we miss each other in the morning?"

"That sounds good," I smiled and tossed Dean my phone as Sam handed me his.

After we had each other's numbers, Sam headed for the door with Dean reluctantly following. "Hey Dean?" I called as Sam turned to go next door.

He whipped around with a hopeful smirk.

"Don't forget your beer." I smirked and handed it to him and planted a kiss on his neck. "Night."

"Tease," he mumbled as he took his beer and went next door.

I smirked and picked up my phone. This could be fun.