Want her, Man…

It wasn't your classic hunt, it was a hotel. Well, a haunted hotel and the main reason for this to be considered haunted was it's hot tubs. Crazy, right? Sam thought so but when Dean slowly took the beer bottle away from his mouth and his eyes went completely deer in the headlight, Sam was curious.

Let's two of them were sitting in the hot tub, had been for about ten minutes, talking about the case.

"This is like ten stars to the half-star dives we usually stay in, Sammy, why would we not want to at least try out the hot tubs, I mean come on, there are eight of them on the rooftop alone."

Dean had slipped on a pair of shorts, not that Sam even knew he owned a pair and grabbed a towel. Rolling his eyes, Sam just did the same, apparently a suit had been packed for each of them, courtesy of their third party, who was currently missing in action.

"Dean," Sam sighed following him out of the room and into the elevator. "I get that they said the victims drowned but I'm not sure that going up and actually diving into the place where they were murdered is a good thing."

"What's with you? Usually you're the one that dive right into this stuff, no pun intended."

"We're not positive it's a spirit, vengeful or otherwise that murdered them, it's just a guess. There's no evidence."

"So we do what we do, we use ourselves as bait, easy peasy."

"Easy peasy?"

The elevator door opened to the rooftop and Dean looked up at Sam, ready to defend himself and his choice of words.

"Shut up!" Was all he got in response instead.

Sam shook his head, followed again and before he knew it, he was sitting chest deep in probably the most relaxing whirlpool he had ever let himself experience. Dean had pulled out a beer, offered him one, to which Sam refused, and popped it open.

"So, what do we know?" Dean questioned, looking around at the half-naked crowds of people that surrounded them, which was odd because of the curious quietness, but Dean wasn't looking at people, he was looking through them for one person in particular.

"Well, three of the vics were up here alone, two were with partners but those partners had left to use the restroom, according to the reports."

"Any history of death before that?"

Sam sighed, he didn't really want to talk about it, not right then. What he really wanted was to get inside Dean's head and find out what had happened last weekend when Ali had come over and the two of them had spent the majority of the time ignoring or avoiding each other. Kind of like this weekend.

"None, this place is clean."

"Okay, Tangia, what else could it be? One of your freaky serial killers?"

"Could just be some nutjob, or people drinking while sitting in 107 degree water, you're not supposed to drink and sit in a hot tub, Dean."

"Yeah, well," and that was when it happened, he had picked his beer up and taken a drink but when he looked past Sam, his eyes went wide and the bottle slowly moved from his mouth. Sam, unsure of what was going on, turned and looked in the direction that Dean was staring.

Ali had walked out of the door, dressed in a bikini that more resembled underwear. The top was more of a sports bra and the bottoms the bikini style she liked to wear but they matched, and right over those hip bones, the ones Sam loved to run his tongue over, was a small elastic strap.

He swallowed hard, tried to control the fact that his shorts were tenting below the water as she walked closer and was fully prepared to blame the flush look of his cheeks on the hot water, but instead, he just watched those legs move down the steps until she was waist deep standing before them.

"Close your mouths, boys, you're drooling," she jabbed and Sam quickly clenched his jaw, composed himself and shifted just a little before she sat beside him.

Ali smiled, moved to lean into him, bringing her body up along his in every way and his arm slid out to wrap around her, bringing her under the crook of it in order to wrap around her.

FUCK! She was hot, and his body roared out in need to touch her so Sam, being usually not so brave, scooped her out of the water and deposited her right on his lap. He did a quick breath in when she landed against his cock, but she only leaned back against him, moving her hips in order to slide along his length.

Dean finally snapped his mouth closed, brought the bottle to his lips again and averted his eyes.

"So, what were we talking about?" Ali questioned.

"The case," Sam whispered, moving her hair from her shoulders for better access to her ear. He felt a shiver go through her as she snuggled down more onto his chest.

"Yeah, well," Dean went to reach for his towel, "I think I have everything that I need from here, I'm going to go check out a few more leads."

"It's midnight," Ali snapped, and she really did snap at him.

"Best time, no one's around."

Sam took in a deep breath, maybe they would get it out now and he could finally figure out what was going on.

"Dean," he stepped up, "you don't have to leave."

"Don't have to stay here and watch the two of you either."

"Is that what this is about?" Sam questioned, "this whole silent treatment between the two of you? Me and Ali?"

"No, Sam, it has nothing to do with you."

"Then what, Dean, come on, just spit it out."

"We talked." Ali volunteered. And Dean gave her a look that might have killed most people. "About us, the three of us."

"And?" Sam questioned, but neither answered, his eyes trained on to his brother. "Dean, and?"

"Nothing, it's nothing." he went to stand but that had Ali up in a moment, moving across the tub and suddenly her hands were clamped down on Dean's shoulders, her lips hard against his and Sam watched Dean's eyes slowly close.

Ali's kiss wasn't hard, or demanding, it was soft, the way Dean always kissed her but something about it made his older brother practically surrender everything as his hand came up to the back of her head. When Ali broke the kiss, she backed away slowly, enough so that Sam could see the confusion on Dean's face, the worried crease on his brow and the pain in his eyes.

"I told you what I wanted, Dean, last week I told you that I wanted both of you. I think I proved that, but you closed off, and I can't take that anymore." She spoke softly while he stared down into her eyes. "Sam knew, and I get that you hate that. The fact that we never told you, not until that night, but he's right, sometimes I just need you."

"I'm not an open relationship kind of guy, Ali, I never was." Dean face did a quick 180 and suddenly he wasn't confused or sad, he was covering it up with something else. "You and Sam, the two of you are meant to be together, I don't fit in this equation, and if I do, then there is something seriously fucked up about it."

"You do fit, and it is fucked up."

And there was that confused face again because she just admitted two very different things.

"But I wouldn't choose anyone else above you, or him. I know you don't understand, but, Dean," She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. "Please, don't go."

"I have to," he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. "You don't know how bad I want you but I have to go."

Dean suddenly moved, getting out of the tub as he grabbed his towel and the beer and Ali turned to watch him leave before she took a deep breath and let her eyes land on Sam.

"I don't know what to do," she shrugged, "seriously, I'm at a loss. He was great up until the whole Invasion of the body snatcher, and all of a sudden, we can't be together." she sat back in the spot where Dean had been, too far away for Sam's liking, as she blinked away tears. "Am I a monster now? Is that why he can't…" she paused and gathered her emotions but the words she utter wasn't what she wanted, it was how screwed up she felt, "fuck me!"

"Hey," Sam moved quickly, and placed his hands on her cheeks, turning her to face him, but her lips quivered and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed, "Ali, hey, look at me. Come on, babe, this is me and no, you're not a monster. He just needs time."

"Yeah, so why does it feel like I've lost one of my best friends?" She sniffled, finally opening her eyes to look at him.

Sam took a deep breath and pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her as they settled into the water.

The room was quiet when Sam opened the door, Dean didn't seem to be anywhere around so when Ali scooted by and headed straight for the bathroom, Sam became curious as to where his brother had gone. Probably to the bar downstairs but the gut feeling that Sam had didn't have him chancing it.

He pulled out his cell and dialed quickly, and as he expected, a slightly drunk Dean answered the phone.

"Dean?"

"Sammy, no worries, man, I'm safe." So, Dean knew what Sam was calling for, they had been doing this for years. "Is she okay?"

"Would be a lot better if you were here instead of down here getting hammered." Sam was honest, he had to be, he wanted this fixed.

"Yeah, I know, but I don't know how to process this, so, just give me now, okay? I'll be up, I'm not planning on taking anyone home."

"Really?" Sam snickered, confused and amused, "and why not."

"I want her, man," he admitted. Ah, the joys of drinking and the inhibitions of it. "I can't tell Ali that, I can't… to know you and her… listen, just don't tell her."

"So, that's really why you can't hook up, because you want her?" Sam smiled.

"Sam, I'm hanging up now, you're ruining my buzz."

"Yeah, later."

And the line went dead.

Sam peeled off his shorts, listened to the shower start up and licked his lips. Hey, if Dean was going to be gone for a little while, why not use the time wisely. He slowly opened the door and looked in as she stood there, completely naked, her body stretched out while she tied her hair above her head.

Sam was as hard as he thought he could get, and then she looked at him, a sultry come-hither look that turned his insides out and he knew instantly that he was wrong.

Thank you, Dean. His inner voice whispered and slowly, he closed the door.