Disclaimer: Once again I do not own Supernatural
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Sam's POV
I parked the Impala next to Bridget's Corvette and headed into the building. I opened Bridget's front door without knocking and closed it quietly behind me before taking in the mess that was the living room. There were weapons strewn all over the floor and the coffee table was in at least three pieces. And there on the couch were Dean and Bridget, lips locked together. Both were shirtless and in Bridget's case braless. Once I had recovered from the shock of coming back to this I turned my gaze to the floor.
"What the fuck guys?" I demanded loudly in order to get their attention. "Couldn't you have at least made it to the bedroom?"
I heard a squeak of embarrassment followed by the sounds of someone moving frantically. Dean chuckled, "It'd take too long to get to the bedroom Sammy. Besides she jumped me. We're decent."
I looked up reluctantly to see that Dean had pulled on his t-shirt and that Bridget obviously hadn't been able to find her own shirt because she was now fumbling with the buttons on the dark green shirt Dean had been wearing over his t-shirt. Her face was bright red with embarrassment and I couldn't help but smile. Dean was smiling too as he reached out and did up the buttons for her.
"Right," I said and glanced down at my dirty clothes, "Is there any chance I can take a shower?"
"Sure," Bridget said. Some of the color had left her face and she met my eyes. "I'll get you a towel."
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Dean's POV
I watched her walk away before turning my grin to Sam.
"I don't think I've ever seen you look at a girl like that," Sam said.
"She's different," I told him. "I think I'm in love with her Sammy."
"I like her," he said with a sad smile and I knew he was thinking about Jessica. "Don't let anything happen to her."
"I won't. Tomorrow you and I are going to put some wards up in here. I want her to be as safe as possible before we leave."
"I left the towel in the bathroom for you Sam," Bridget said as she rejoined us.
"Great, thanks."
Once Sam was gone Bridget turned to me, "Well, I suppose we should clean up. By we I mean you can clean up while I order pizza."
"I think we can come up with something better to do," I said suggestively.
She grinned at me, "Are you ever going to start using your upstairs brain instead of the downstairs one?"
"Don't think so."
She stepped closer to me, "Later, I promise." Her hands moved to my shoulders and she stood on her toes to briefly put her lips on mine. "Now start cleaning."
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Bridget's POV
I couldn't stop smiling as I went searching for my phone. I found it in my room and with a little concentration I had the number for the nearest all night pizza place on the screen. Once the pizza was ordered I left the room and helped Dean clean up the rest of the living room. By the time Sam came back it was as good as it was going to get and we all sat on the couch to wait for the pizza.
"Thanks for coming guys," I said as I dropped onto the couch between them.
"No problem Bridget," Sam said with a smile. "But next time Dean gets to dig the grave and I get to stay with the girl."
Dean pulled me close against his side, "Not this girl Sammy. She's all mine. And besides, you got the safer job anyway, I got thrown onto a table."
My buzzer went off and I went down to get the pizza. When I came back we ate, with Dean eating the majority of the slices. After that I got Sam a couple extra blankets to use for the night.
"Sorry Sam, but I just have the couch," I told him while Dean took his stuff to my room.
"It's no problem," he said as he took the blankets from me. "Just so long as I don't need earplugs tonight." I grinned at him and headed to the bedroom where Dean was waiting.
At the moment my bed was just a mattress on the floor and Dean was kneeling beside it going through his bag. I silently closed the door behind me and put my hands on his shoulders causing him to look up at me and grin. The next thing I knew I was laying on my back with Dean's lips on mine.
