I'm sprawled out in the backseat of Dean's Impala listening to my iPod. Dean had finally given up on his incessant whines about me tagging alone, Everyone is silent except the hum of the motor. Of course, I can't stand it and that's why I listen to the music. In the past few hours Dean had put on some of his 'mullet' rock, but the tape ran out and we all fell into silence.

I notice as he jolts to a stop, knocking m to the floor of his car.

"You did that on Purpose," I mutter getting back onto the seat.

"If you'd like to say that Viv."

I look out the window, seeing we're at a motel. Getting out (on Sam's side because well, he's more of a gentleman.) I grab my one of my two duffle bags from the trunk, leaving the one containing my hunting tools nuzzled in the back.

Sam and Dean both grab bags as we walk to the front desk in the office.

"We don't take whores and their johns." The man grumbles without even looking up.

"Excuse me?" I ask hotly, Dean puts his hand on my shoulder.

"She may be a Whore in a non-profitable sense, but we ain't her johns, we're here just to rest our eyes" he smirks Squeezing my shoulder.

He'll pay for that comment when we get a room.

The man looks up from his magazine, just as Sam counters what his brother said.

"This is my girlfriend and brother, we want to rent a room."

Both Dean and I look up at Sam quickly, and nod so as to not draw anymore questions.

After paying (of course with credit cards that have fake names) we take the key going down to the room. Opening the door I see two double beds.

"Uh…. I hope you two don't mind sharing a bed." I smirk dropping my stuff onto the bed.

"Hm.. well according to Sammy, you two are dating, so you two should share a bed." Dean says dropping his on the empty bed.

My jaw drops. Literally.

I watch Sam, by the look on his face; he knows that he's stuck in a sticky situation.

"I don't mind sharing a bed with you Sammy, as long as you don't try anything." I smirk, it's more or less to get back at Dean for his Whore comment.

It seems to work, he perks up slightly going on the defense, "Hey now, I was just kidding."

I shrug "Offers open to you Sammy Boy." I say going into my duffle grabbing my shower stuff and something to wear to bed.

Closing the door I start the shower still able to hear their conversation.

"I'll sleep there." Dean said.

"I don't think that's a good idea Dean. You two haven't been getting along, so why would I even consider letting you sleep in the same bed as her?"

"I'm the older one?"

"That's not much of an answer." I hear Sam chuckle.

"Dude, she's hot, just let me sleep in that bed."

"No, I'm gonna take her up on her offer. It's for the safety of both of you."

I hear Dean groan as I get out of the shower drying off and getting dressed I come out.

"So Sam, you make your decision?"

Sam nods "Yeah, if you don't mind, I'll share a bed."

I smile innocently at Dean as I crawl under the covers pulling them over my shoulder, after some mumbling between the brothers, and not much later I feel Sam crawl into bed next to me. I can feel Dean's eyes on us. I sigh keeping my back to Sam, but facing Dean's bed, I sigh, I know I have found a form of weakness inside myself.

Am I weak? How can I let myself become this way. I should not become attached to anyone: that includes other Hunters. That includes the Winchester brothers. That includes my own brother back in Salem, who they can never know about. Being soft, is being weak, and if I have a weakness it will interfere. But I do have a weakness… he's twenty six, sleeping in the next bed, and here I am, sleeping beside his brother.

Dean is my Weakness…

THE NEXT MORNING

I'm just waking up while the two brothers sleep. Getting out of bed I answer my cell which is buzzing on the night table, being on vibrate.

"Hello?"

A soft female's voice is in the background, as a male speaks.

"Yes, this is Vivian…. Portland? As in Portland Maine? Well I think I can be there by this afternoon… okay... I'll meet you at 13 Level Street."

I look over at the boys, Sam sitting up listening.

"A job?"

"Yeah up in Portland, Maine. Willing to go?"

"Well what's going on up there?"

"It was a woman I took car of a poltergeist for about a year ago. There's been some killings up there, like slaughtering, they look like an animal, I'm thinking by what she told me a werewolf."

"We can take a look,"

I nod moving over shaking Dean, from under the covers his hand shoots out grabbing my arm tightly. I think when he realizes I'm not his brother he lets go quickly

"What?" he grumbles sitting up.

"We have a job, and need to leave now."

Dean looks at Sam who nods "A phone call from a former client."

Again Dean grumbles and crawls out of bed "Damn, I thought we'd have a couple days off."

"We're Hunters, rarely do we have a day off."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Winchester Brothers, nor any of the other characters in Supernatural. My character is Vivian Blade. That is all, thank you and Enjoy.