Author's note: This chapter was written in an attempt to satisfy any guys that have decided to read my story. As well include a little more Sam/Shane interaction. I have a feeling it's going to get out of balance later on. I was going to mention this in the previous chapter, but I kind of rambled on in that author's note. Anyway, I already have over 15 chapters written out by hand and about 10 of them are typed and ready to go. And since I'm eager to share them with everyone, updates should be fairly quick to start.

Music Suggestions: 'All these things I hate revolve around me' by Bullet for my Valentine, 'Rise' by The Cult, 'Prayer' by Disturbed, 'Joker and the thief' by Wolfmother, and 'Alive' by POD.

Disclaimer: You know, the usual. Supernatural isn't mine. Neither are any of the songs I just mentioned above.

Chapter 3: The Attack

A few days later, the three hunters were settled in at a two-story motel in Knoxville, Tennessee. After a unrewarding search of a condemned apartment building, Sam and Dean were in their room doing some research for their current hunt while Shane was taking a shower in her own room right next door.

The sun was setting on the horizon when Sam's cell phone began to ring. When he answered, only a text message appeared.

'We've been made-Shane'

Rising from the bed and shutting the laptop, Sam rushed to put his shoes on. Dean looked up curiously at Sam as he thumbed through their father's journal.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Shane." Sam replied shortly, moving over to his bag and pulling out a sawed off shotgun and a fierce looking blade before heading out the door. Dean grabbed a hatchet and .45 out of the bag and followed close behind.

Listening as they stood outside of the door, they heard fighting from within. Without pause, both brothers kicked in the door and froze at the sight before them, weapons hanging useless at their sides.

There were five demons, in various stages of vitality, in the room battling it out with Shane. One was already disposed of on the floor, decapitated. As they watched, Shane sent the demon closest to her to the floor, its neck sliced open from the dagger she yielded in her left hand. In a flurry of kicking and punching reminiscent of a dancer executing a deadly ballet, she quickly dispatched two of the remaining demons. With her back turned, the remaining demon lunged at her; only to have the back of its head blown off by Sam, who had regained enough sense to take out the demon threatening Shane's well being.

Turning back around to face the brothers, Shane took on a defiant pose and blowing a wisp of damp hair out of her face.

"What took you so long?"

"Well, we didn't want to interrupt. You looked like you had the situation well under control." Dean replied, stepping over the first demon and into the room. "Besides, how could we not take advantage of the view you presented us?" Dean continued, gesturing to her attire. It consisted of a form fitting blue tank top and blue pinstripe boy shorts.

"Yeah, and now they're ruined. I was lucky I had this much on. Assholes got the jump on me as I got out of the shower. I didn't sense them coming until they were right outside the door. I was barely able to get that message out." Shane complained as she went back into the bathroom.

"And could you clean this mess up for me?" Shane asked in a frustrated tone, gesturing to the bodies strewn about the room. "I need to take another shower." Shane mumbled, slamming the door behind her, not waiting for an answer.

Rolling his eyes, Dean said to the door with sarcasm dripping from his voice, "Yeah sure, we'll just haul them out to the demon waste bin out back."

He received no answer, only the sound of the shower running. Turning back to Sam, Dean held his arms out and said, "What are we gonna do about this mess? Sure as hell not getting this out of here without raising suspicion."

Sam was kneeling down in front of a demon, studying it.

"I don't understand. Why would they attack in broad daylight, in a well populated area? And they don't travel in groups such as this. Who organized such an attack and how did they know to attack Shane, who was alone?" Sam questioned.

Dean shrugged his shoulders before replying.

"All very good questions. But right now, we need to clean up and get the hell out of Dodge before the Calvary comes calling."

While Sam and Dean were gathering up the bodies, Shane stepped out of the bathroom in the jeans and gray t-shirt that she had been wearing earlier that day. After gathering up some fresh clothes, she returned to the bathroom and shut the door once again.

"Sam?" Dean said, gesturing over towards the bathroom with a jerk of his head "Did you check out what Shane was wearing when taking out those demons? That. Was hot." He waggled his eyebrows at the end. Sam flushed slightly and turned his back to his brother before he could see and continued to clean up.

Sighing inaudibly and reminiscing, Sam replied, "Yeah, I noticed." And continued cleaning.

Noticing that his brother wasn't going to elaborate, Dean smirked and let the subject drop, trying to not let his thoughts fall too south of the border. While he was beginning to think of Shane as a baby sister, he couldn't help but notice that she was drop dead gorgeous. And from the way he noticed Sam looking at her lately, he knew that his little brother had some 'not very sisterly' thoughts and feelings about Shane as well. Something was going down between those two, he'd stake money on it. He may be insensitive at times, but he could see the way Shane looked at his baby brother. She had some deep seated feelings going on.

It was beginning to affect their fighting tactic as well. She was getting more reckless and putting herself right in the middle of harm's way. And while the girl could more than well take care of herself, it was only a matter of time before that changed. From now on, they would have to be extra careful to avoid another attack like this one.

After disposing of the bodies as discreetly as possible in the alley behind the motel, the two went back to their room to gather up their belongings. About five minutes later, Shane walked into their room, bags in hand.

"Ready to blow this popsicle stand?" Shane said, dropping her bags on the floor and plunking down on the bed closest to her.

"Just about." Sam replied, zipping up the bag in front of him while Dean was still tossing stuff into his bag.

Sam and Shane walked out to the car and put their bags in before climbing in as well. While waiting on Dean, who was walking over to the main office to return their keys, Sam turned in his seat to look at Shane with a concerned expression etched on his face.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, empathy oozing from every pore.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Shane replied shortly. "I'm always good. Just a little worn out, you know?"

Nodding in the affirmative, Sam continued.

For a moment it looked as if he were going to say something else, but then Dean opened the trunk and threw in his bag.

"Get some rest." Sam commanded gently, reaching back to pat her shoulder in a lightening quick gesture of reassurance.

Shane looked at him for a few moments before breaking eye contact to retrieve her iPod from her bag. If he had something to say, he'd tell her eventually. With that in mind, Shane stretched out as much as possible in the backseat and settled in for a well deserved nap as Dean drove off into the inky blackness of the night.

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A/N 2 - Well, were the music selections alright? Some selections may be better than others and if you ever have any of your own suggestions just let me know and I'll check it out. Until next time.