They drove for most of the day before stopping at a motel to get some rest. There were only two beds so Kate was sharing with Dean, not that either of them cared. The amount of times there had only been two beds between the three of them over the years, they were used to it. Kate woke up and looked at the clock beside her, 3:42AM. "Awesome." She muttered to herself, dropping back to the bed with a sigh and wondering what could have woken her up at that time. She was pulled from her thoughts by her brother jolting violently next to her in his sleep.

She glanced over at him, his face was covered with sweat as he mumbled something to himself. She placed her hand on his arm and gripped hold of his hand to try and calm him down. His eyes suddenly snapped open as he jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, dropping to his knees and throwing up. Kate climbed out of bed and went after him, closing the door softly so that she didn't wake Sam. She crouched down behind Dean and gently rubbed a hand up and down his back. When he'd eventually stopped throwing up, he moved to sit down heavily on the bathroom floor, leaning against the side of the bath. Kate slowly sat down next to him and handed him a glass of water.

"You alright?" She asked him after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Just a bad dream, that's all." He looked up and gave her a weak smile.

"Must have been pretty bad for a reaction like that." Dean didn't answer her. "Was it hell?"

He opened his mouth but closed it again. "Kate.. I can't.." He trailed off and shook his head.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." She placed her arm around him and pulled him towards her, resting his head on her shoulder. "It's gonna be alright Dean, it's gonna be okay.. You want me to get Sam?"

"No, I don't want him freaking out. He's had enough to deal with lately without this as well.." He sighed. "You too actually. I'm sorry you've got to deal with this crap all the time Kate."

"Hey, through thick and thin right?" She said lightly. "I just want you to get better, I don't like seeing you like this."

He sat up properly and looked at her sadly. "You shouldn't have to do this. You deserve better than this life Kate, you really do."

"Nah, I love the job. Everyone we meet seems to complain about it, think it's some god awful thing.. But ya know, even though we seem to have the worst look ever, I wouldn't wanna do anything else."

"Seriously? There's no other job you'd rather do? Nothing at all?" She shook her head. "So if you had the chance to be like a rock star or something, you wouldn't quit the hunting?" He raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

"What're you talking about? I'm already a rock star." She smirked.

He laughed and nodded. "That you are."

"You can get through this Dean, I know you can. I mean, you're so strong."

He looked up at her seriously and shook his head. "I'm not so sure about that one Kate."

"Look, I know you think that hell got the better of you, but you have to know that no matter what went on down there, you're the one that came out on top. I mean you've literally been through hell and back and you're still fighting because you just don't give up.. I don't think I've ever told you this before but that's one of the things that I admire most about you." Dean just stared at her, not having a clue how to respond to her. She smiled and took hold of his hand. "You need to remember, you've got a brother and sister who'd do anything for you, and we're not going anywhere. I promise."

He looked down for a second before smiling at her and squeezing her hand. "Thanks sis." He said quietly.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Kate looked up at him seriously. "I'm really cold."

He looked up at her and realised that while he was sitting there in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, she was only wearing some shorts and a vest. "Come on then, let's try and get some sleep."

They walked quietly into the room and heard that Sam was still snoring softly from his bed on the other side of the room. Dean looked over and saw that he was sleeping diagonally across the bed with his arms at odd angles and his head bent over to one of his shoulders. He smiled to himself before getting into bed and lying down beside his sister. He stayed awake until he heard her breathing even out and let himself drift off to sleep for a few hours.

Sam woke the next morning to see Dean sitting at the table reading a newspaper and Kate still sleeping in the bed next to his. He glanced at the clock and raised an eyebrow. 10:13. "Morning." He mumbled to Dean, standing up at stretching. "What's with the lie in?"

Dean looked up at his brother and couldn't help but smirk. Sam sure wasn't one who looked his prettiest when he woke up. "I thought we should take the day off, nothing seems to be going on anywhere so I figured we could just crash here for a couple of days 'til something pops up."

"Huh." His brother had seemed to pumped to work the past couple of weeks. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Dean smiled. "So you wanna get dressed and we'll go out and pick up some breakfast?"

"Yeah, sure thing." Sam said, grabbing some clothes and heading towards the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later looking much more presentable than when he'd gone in. He tilted is head to the side and cracked his neck. "Man, I think I slept funny or something, my neck's aching like crazy." Dean smirked to himself, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.

Kate woke up to see that her brother's had gone out. She climbed out of bed and walked over to the table, picking up a note. Gone on a cookie run. Don't trash the place while we're out. - Dean.

She shook her head with a smirk, throwing the note in the trash before heading to the bathroom. She walked out just as he brothers came back. Dean dumped the bag on the table and sat down with his coffee, putting his feet up. He looked at her and took a drink. "You're up then?" He stated simply.

"Not much gets by you, huh?"

"You're damn right." He smirked.

"So what's the plan then?"

"Well, I think we should have breakfast, then watch tv, then have dinner, watch more tv, then grab some pizza, then watch more tv and maybe get some chips before bed."

Sam and Kate looked at each other and shrugged. "Sounds cool to me." Sam grinned.

"Totally." Kate agreed. The three of them sat down with their food as Sam began flicking through the channels looking for something to watch. They eventually settled on Jerry Springer, for some reason Kate had always found it highly entertaining.

"Hey, you remember that time we were watching this and dad came back and gave us the big speech on how it was inappropriate for us but then he sat down and got really into it?" Dean laughed. "Then when you got older, the two of you started betting money on whether people were actually cheating or whatever it was."

"Yeah, you and dad used to yell at the tv all the time. I'd be doing my homework and all I'd hear from the next room was you and dad screaming at each other like 'he's obviously not the freaking father'." Sam added with a grin.

"Yeah, that was fun." She smiled. "You know for all the bad times we had some pretty good times too."

"Definitely. Like the time you got grounded for sneaking out to that Alice Cooper concert with that guy, and then dad caught the two of you making out." Sam grinned.

"The one with the tattoos? That was so not funny!" Dean yelled at him. "I nearly broke my hand knocking his ass out."

"Oh god, dad was so angry." Kate laughed. "Hey, I brought you back a t-shirt didn't I? What's your problem?"

"You were making out with a dude with spiky hair who was wearing more eyeliner than you were. What do you mean what's my problem?"

"He was not wearing more eyeliner than I was." She argued with him. "And I don't know what you're moaning about Dean. You were like the biggest slut ever."

"He still is." Sam smirked.

"Better than being a virgin." Dean winked at him.

Sam threw a pillow at him. "I'm not a virgin, I'm just not a male whore like you are." He smirked. "Hey Kate, remember when he brought the hooker home?"

"What, when we came in for breakfast and she was just sitting there in the fishnets and leather skirt?"

"She was not a hooker. She just happened to dress like one." Dean replied innocently.

"Whatever gets you through the night pal." The three of them stayed in the motel room all day, doing pretty much what Dean had suggested until they went to bed.

Kate woke up to Sam shaking her shoulder. "Sammy? What's up?" She asked him, her words slightly slurred with sleep.

"Something's up with Dean, I think he's having a nightmare." Sam sounded worried.

She climbed out of bed and walked over to Dean's bed, taking a seat beside him. She held one of his hands while she gently ran her other through his hair, stroking his forehead with her thumb. To Sam's surprise, Dean seemed to calm down slightly for a few minutes. Once he had fallen back to sleep she crossed the room and sat down heavily at the small table, Sam following her. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Dean shot up in bed, breathing heavily. He turned his gaze to them but quickly looked away, silently getting out of bed and sitting with them. "Dean, you alright?" Sam asked him warily.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Just a bad dream that's all."

"What was it about?"

Dean looked from him to Kate, who looked away. "I don't know.. I uh, I don't remember." He lied. He knew Sam wouldn't believe him but he didn't want his brother worried about him. "It's fine, really. You guys should get some sleep." He smiled.

Kate looked up at Sam, she could tell that he was exhausted but he didn't want to sleep while Dean was still up. "We should all get some sleep. You too Dean." He nodded at her slowly and walked back over to the bed, he climbed in but didn't sleep. He layed there for what felt like hours, listening to his brother and sister's breathing. After a while, he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind himself. He stared at his face in the mirror and sighed. He went to get some painkillers and successfully managed to drop most of the stuff they'd dumped on the counter loudly into the sink. "Shit." He muttered to himself, trying to catch it all up and quietly put them back.

A couple of minutes later, there was a soft knocking at the door. "Dean?" He sighed and turned around. "Hey Dean, you okay in there?"

"Yeah Sammy, I'll be out in a minute." He said lightly.

"Dean, open the door or I'm coming in." Sam wasn't kidding, Dean could tell that. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. "What are you doing up?" He asked as he walked into the bathroom.

"Sam.."

"Dean, come on, you think I can't see it?"

"See what?"

"The nightmares, the drinking, I live with you for christ's sake. I know something's going on."

"Sam, please."

"Come on Dean, I know you're lying. You remember hell don't you?"

"What do you want from me? Huh? What?"

"The truth Dean, I mean I'm your brother. I just wish you'd talk to me."

"Come on, can we stow the couple's therapy huh? Please?" Sam sighed in defeat and looked at the floor, shaking his head. "What time is it anyway?" Dean asked him.

"About sixish."

"Huh. Well why don't you go back to bed, try getting some sleep? We'll hit the road and look for a job somewhere later on.""

"Sure." He muttered glumly, turning and walking back to his bed.

A/N- So I did get a little stuck about what to write for this chapter which is why nothing really happened and they were just in their motel room the whole time.. I will try to give you some action in the next chapter, promise :D