Just Hold Still

Sam blinked awake, or more to the point, he blinked away the sleep as he heard the door open to the motel room and two giggling voices shush each other as they entered the room. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out with Dean and Ali, but he was exhausted.

She had kept him up the night before with a… well, it was wild, and since she had slept comfortably in the back of Baby the entire way to Scranton, Sam had found himself curled up in the front seat of the car. Not that it should have been an issue, since he was used to it, but the fact that she was moaning in her sleep had kept him on this side of consciousness the whole trip.

Dean had found the whole ride entertaining and couldn't wait to hear just what she had dreamed about, which was why Sam was now laying in bed, blinking away sleep and the two giddy drunks were sitting at the table.

"Ow, fucker!" Dean snapped, and Sam heard the distinct sound of a small hand slap down on bare skin. "Jesus, Ali, be gentle."

"Stop being so loud, you'll wake up your brother."

Sam wanted to protest that they had already managed to do that, but this was always when the best conversations between them happened.

"You didn't have to yank it that hard."

"You should have just let me have it then, stop being such a pussy and give it up."

"Do you think I'm that easy?"

"I don't know, I've seen some of the women you leave that bar with."

"Hey, keep talking like that, little girl, and I'm going to take it away."

"Just shut up and let me see it."

"Do you always tug on things like that, you know it's not doing anything for my libido."

"It's not, huh, could have fooled me."

"Just cause you get to see it like that, doesn't mean it's getting you anywhere."

"Dean, just… would you just… Okay, if you're not going to sit still, I'm just going to have to sit on you."

"That would be the idea."

"YOU know Sam is right there, we could always wake him up and make it a party."

"You really want Sam to watch you do this? Seriously, it doesn't need all three of us this time."

"Yeah but that takes all the fun out of it."

"Ali," Dean suddenly moaned low, "can you just…"

"Yeah, just hold still."

Things went silent for a moment, which made Sam think maybe he should turn over, but the sounds that were coming from that direction just had him more convinced that it would be better to lay very still. Besides, he wanted to know just how far they would take it.

"Mmm," Dean sighed, which made Sam's brow raise, but suddenly it was followed by an: "ow! Christ, can you be just a bit more gentle? Who taught you how to do that?"

"Hey, sometimes you just have to have a firm grip on things."

"Yeah, well, try not to yank it off, will ya? I kinda need it."

"God, has anyone told you how much of a baby you are?"

"Even if they did, it wouldn't have mattered because I'm your baby"

"AAAANNNDDD you're drunk, cause you only say that shit when you're drunk."

"Can you just get back to…?" Dean breathed in quickly, like she had taken him by surprise. "Holy fuck! That's perfect."

"You had doubts?"

"Of you? Never in a million years." There was a smile in his voice. "You think you could…" and he moaned. "Yes, just like that."

"Okay, now you're going to wake him up if you're not just a little bit…"

"Ali, just finish it."

"Alright, alright, Christ," she seemed to not be enjoying it as much anymore. "Last time, you ready."

"As I'll ever be."

"One… two…"

"Don't count down, just do it!"

"You really are baby, now hold still."

Silence again for only a moment and then Dean sighed with relief, but it was such a noise that Sam spun around and looked at the table. Dean sat with his legs apart, Ali as close as she could get still sitting on the other chair, his back arched and head just resting on the back of the chair, as if all of the fight had gone out of him.

"What exactly are you guys doing?" Sam snapped, not that he really wanted to know but the fact that both of them were still completely dressed confused him to no end.

Ali looked up from the hand that she held in hers and put the small needle down on the table before shrugging under the low light of the table lamp.

"You're genius of a brother thought that running his hands on some old railing was the perfect way to get over it, because you know, he's Dean. I was getting the slivers out." Ali replied.

Dean's head rolled in Sam's direction and he grinned. "She's amazing!"

"And he's drunk," Ali sat up quickly, dropping Dean's hand, "I'm going to take a shower," but she stopped on her way by and looked at Sam. "What did you think we were doing?"

Sam looked at her wide-eyed and just shook his head.

There was no way he was admitting to THAT!