Chapter 5 Family Photo

The bedrooms in the bunker didn't have windows so when Carrie Beth woke up she had no idea how long she had been asleep. She felt the warmth of another human body next to her and opened her eyes to see Dean staring back at her. His face was easy to make out in the light of the single lamp that burned in the room. "You okay?"

She nodded. "Sore."

"To be expected," he said placing a chaste kiss on her mouth. "Let's go clean up and grab some breakfast. Sam brought some new clothes for you when he showed back up last night."

"Sam's here?" she whispered in shock.

"Yeah he got in last night or this morning actually."

"Why didn't you wake me? Send me back to my room?" she whispered harshly.

"What? You don't want Sam to know you slept with me?"

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, but didn't say anything.

"Are you ashamed?" he asked edging close to her. "Are you ashamed that you called my name out in ecstasy all night long?"

She immediately felt damp at her center. She bit her lip and shook her head no. "I'm not ashamed."

He kissed her again, this time with more force. "Then don't worry about Sam Carrie Beth."

He rolled out of bed and she couldn't help but stare at his sculpted backside. "You have a very nice ass," she said matter of factly.

"As do you," he said with a wink.

He tossed her a t-shirt before pulling on a pair of boxers himself. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up and see what Sam found."

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Forty-five minutes and one amazing make out session in the shower later they were seated at one of the long tables with Sam. There was a simple breakfast of toast, jelly and fried eggs on the table and she nibbled on a piece of toast while she listened to them talk.

Sam's choice in clothing for her was very similar to Dean's. He had picked up several pairs of gray and navy shorts with t-shirts to match. He had also been thoughtful enough to grab her some socks. "I noticed the Band-Aids on the back of your heels before I left," he explained when he handed her the package.

She was grateful but she was bored with their conversation. She got up from the table and started browsing the book shelves in the room. There were books about werewolves, ghosts, demons, and vampires as well as others about creatures she had never heard of before. One shelf had some old leather bound books behind a locked piece of sliding glass. Their titles shined as she looked at them and she determined they must be some sort of magic or spell books and one of them even looked like it was covered in human skin.

She shuttered as she stared at the books. All of her fascinations as a child into the supernatural were based on the knowledge that none of this stuff could be real. But here she was staring down at book shelves lined with information about creatures that she had only imagined and she had tangled with a nest of vampires and won. "I should have stayed at the hospital," she said to herself.

Then a thought struck her. She wondered to herself how many people she had seen that had been something other than human. How many ghosts had wandered the halls of her hospital? She pushed the thoughts away and moved on to a shelf that contained framed pictures.

There were several of Dean and Sam when they were young. They were smiling in one with a dark headed man she figured was their dad, but in the others they were standing next to each other with hard faces. "Rough childhood," she said out loud.

The next picture was of a solemn looking group. She stared at the photo and had a moment of familiarity. Why did she know these people? She recognized Dean and Sam, but the older woman and the man in the wheelchair were so familiar to her. She picked the photo up and wiped the dust off of the glass with her thumb. "Hey Dean," she said walking back over to the table, "who are these people?"

He glanced up from the computer at the photo she was holding. "Oh, well, that's our friend Jo Harvelle and her mom Ellen and that," he said pointing to a gentleman in a trench coat, "is Cas. He's our… angel. I'm sure you'll meet him later on, he's on an assignment from God right now."

She glanced at him questioningly. "Don't ask," he said with a shrug. "And this," he said pointing to the guy in the wheelchair, "well, that's our… that's our dad, Bobby."

At the mention of the word dad Carrie Beth paled. "Oh my God," she breathed out dropping the photo on the table and bolting for the bathroom.

She barely made it to the toilet before she started vomiting. Her mind was racing but it was focused on one fact. "He's my brother," she thought. "I just had the most amazing sex with my brother."

The thought caused her to heave more stomach contents into the toilet. She lay down on the cold concrete floor and started to cry. She was guilty of incest! She didn't think it mattered that neither of them had known. Damn it she was one of those people on those talk shows her grandmother always watched. She could see the title now. "I slept with my brother and it was amazing!"

A wave of nausea passed over her but she didn't throw up again. The door to the bathroom edged open slowly and she saw Dean's boots before he squatted down in front of her. "Oh my God," she cried out before closing her eyes tightly. She was still attracted to him! She was a sick person!

"What the hell Carrie Beth?"

She felt his hand on her cheek and flinched away from him. "Siblings," she whispered hoarsely.

She opened her eyes to stare at him and at Sam who was now standing in the hallway. Dean stared at her confused. "Huh?"

"Siblings!" She screamed at him, sitting up abruptly and drawing her knees too her chest. "We are siblings, you are my brother… you both are…" she sobbed out.

Dean stared at her in shock but fortunately Sam was the voice of reason. "Why would you think that Carrie Beth?" he asked.

"The picture," she whispered. "Your dad is my dad. Bobby is my father and… Ellen is my mother."

Dean and Sam both started laughing then, a deep guttural laugh that came from the pit of both of their stomachs. She stared at them like they were both crazy. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" she screamed the question at them both. "Don't you understand?"

She fought Dean as he pulled her into his lap. "We aren't sibling's baby," he said between laughs.

"But how… how? If Bobby is your dad…"

"Bobby was our dad, but he was not our father."

"Bobby somewhat raised us," Sam said, "but he wasn't our father and Ellen was not our mother."

"So I didn't have mind-blowing sex with my brother?" she asked through tears.

Dean kissed her. "No Carrie Beth you did not and if Sam hadn't guessed that we slept together he sure as hell knows now."

She blushed a deep red before she started laughing. "I'm so glad you aren't my brother I really don't care right now!"