So it's been like a year since I updated. I'm sorry for my absence. I think part of the reason I was gone was because I've stopped watching Supernatural for a time. Sam is my favorite, though I do like Dean, and I was just trying to figure out what I really thought about them. I love writing this. It's like I'm confronting myself with this OC and some of the things she does can relate to me. Okay, I'm so weird for saying all this haha. But yeah. This is my story, thank you for all the reviews I got. It's 4am and I just had to update. Tell me what you think please, it means a lot. Love you all. :)

Chapter 6

I was a step ahead by the time I head Dean yell my name, but I wasn't expecting him to be that fast. I attempted to slam the motel door behind me as I ran, but he got between it and was after me. The last glimpse I saw of Sam was him sitting on his bed, having trying to occupy himself to not have to look at Dean, laugh, and give away what I'd done to him while he was sleeping.

It had all gone well too. Sam and I had both gotten ready by the time Dean rolled around, but it was when the older Winchester got to the bathroom mirror that all Hell broke loose. What was worse was that he hadn't bothered to close the door either, so I saw his sharp green eyes snap automatically to me through the mirror.

It was fight or flee, and his eyes made me feel like a deer caught looking at headlights. Flee.

But his footsteps were hard on mine.

"Jane!" Dean yelled again, giving me goosebumps.

'Damn you, Sammy. You're supposed to save me from this part.' The thought barely had time to cross my mind as a pair of arms went around my waist. They were completely unexpected, firm, and strong. I would have added warm to the list, but that was definitely not the right word to describe the action.

He turned me around so I faced him and slammed me back against the Impala. I blinked in surprise at the hot aggression. It didn't hurt me, but like everything he was doing right now, it wasn't the response I thought I was going to get by doing this.

I attempted to move away, but he placed his hands on either side of me on the car. The back of my shirt had ruffled up just an inch and I could feel the heat the Impala had absorbed from the sun against my skin. It wasn't burning me as much as Dean's fiery look. I wanted to look away, but he had trapped me. Physically and mentally, so it felt like.

Again in flee mode, I moved to push him aside, but that only got me closer to him since he didn't budge. Dean leaned closer, making me shift to lean back against the Impala again. I let out a breath and it took all of my control to not come out shaky. That would give me away to him that I was anxious.

He was staring at me, intently observing every detail of my face. "You think this is funny?" He finally asked.

"Do I think what is funny?" I questioned, dropping my gaze. I have never seen Dean like this, not this close up either. His face was mere inches from mine and it was nerve wracking.

As soon as I tried to avert my gaze, Dean was moving my face to make me meet his eyes. He wasn't going to let me go that easy. My breath almost caught in my throat. Even though he was angry, his touch wasn't rough. It was light. Why was he such a paradox?

Dean smirked down at me. "Don't play this game with me, Jane. You'll lose." He licked his lips before going on. "Did you do this to my face?" He specified.

My blue eyes looked at the black marker and that was when I couldn't help cracking a smile at my handy work. Across his forehead was written 'Twinkle Toes'. That was just the beginning. On his left cheek was the band name *NSync with a neat heart around it. On his right cheek was the word Penis, where I had even drawn one for him.

"You think this is funny?" He snapped at me, almost taking the amusement away.

I nodded my head, stifling my laughter. "I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously with that fake mustache." That was the last of it, the one that Sam had suggested since he didn't want to get too involved.

Dean nodded silently, taking in my words. "This is war." He said coolly, his eyes narrowing at me. If he leaned any closer, his nose would touch mine.

I wanted to shrink back, to get away from feeling like a small insect about to be squashed by a boot. "Bring it on." It sounded stronger than I felt.

Dean nodded, his green eyes trailing down. My eyebrows pulled into a frown when he looked over my figure. Or maybe he was just sizing me up, checking out his competition. He already knew me so well, though. I couldn't tell what he was doing or thinking.

I only knew that he would get me back.

Dean lightly brushed a strand of my dark hair out of my face before backing away. As soon as his back was turned, I felt like I could breathe again. My eyes watched after him as he went back into the room, most likely to scrub as much as he could at his face. Dean was wearing a grey wife beater, leaving to flash me his broad shoulders.

I slowly followed after him and shut the motel door behind me. I stared at the closed bathroom, making sure my ears picked up the sound of running water before I turned to Sam.

He wasn't looking at me, but he was evidently trying to hold back a smile.

"You." I walked over to him, snatching the newspaper out of his hands. He looked up at me with fake surprise. "I can't believe you." I rolled the paper up and lightly smacked the back of his head with it. "What happened to having my back?"

Sam had a hand up in surrender as he let out the laugh he had been holding onto for so long. "No, Jane. You were the one who said I would have your back. I never agreed to anything." He clarified, pointedly teasing me.

A gasp escaped my lips with realization. He was right. Still, I couldn't believe he stood by and let Dean go after me. He probably did it to teach me some sort of lesson, not that that worked out. "Fine. I see how you Winchesters are then." I lightly poked him in the chest with the newspaper, narrowing my blue irises at him. "That just means you're part of the game too. Another opponent to prank." I began to smile.

Sam gave me that wistful look. One of his eyebrows was raised and his mouth was open as he smiled back, but his smile was different. It caught me off guard, maybe more than when he tugged me down to him.

He had me on his lap, his long and tanned arms gently wrapping around me. "Oh, honey, you don't want me as an opponent." Sam whispered dangerously, delicately in my ear. His voice was husky, giving me goosebumps and making my skin tingle. He was just playing around, I could tell. But why was it making me feel like this? Did he know what he was doing to me?

Sam had rested his forehead against mine. He pulled back now, only a little, to look at my lips. And he was leaning in to kiss me again.

I idly wondered if it would feel the same as the previous kiss we shared the night Dean left us to walk alone. If his lips would be as yearning and lingering as they had been before. If they would show me again how he cared. If they would tell me it was okay to want to…to want to kiss him back.

I didn't know what I wanted. I liked Dean, more than the silly crush I had on him years ago. But Sam was the one here right now. And he was making me feel...unhinged. Why would he even want to kiss me? It wasn't like I had many relationships in the past and the both of them knew that. Actually, Dean teased me about it but Sam just gave me that soft look. Like I was something special.

I've never felt this way before and I didn't know how I was supposed to react.