Author's note: This scene is one that I had in mind since this story idea first popped into my head. It just took awhile to write because I wasn't sure about who I was going to pair up. But once that was decided, I had next to no problem putting this little scene together. I'm pleased with how it turned out. But, again, writer's bias. I babble too much before each chapter, don't I?

Music Selections: 'Round and round' by Ratt, 'Sorry' by Stretch Princess, 'Chemicals react' by Aly and AJ, "Keep on trying' by Poco.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Supernatural. Or any of the music listed above.

Chapter 12: The Bed

A month or so after the party in their honor, the group was settling into a routine. Taylor would predict trouble, Sam and Shane would do research, and Dean would take care of his car. And according to the degree of difficulty of the hunt, they would either break up into pairs or work together as a whole to bring down the supernatural quandary plaguing a particular location.

The most recent hunt saw the four divided up by Shane and Taylor staying behind while Sam and Dean went out to handle the actual hunting. Unfortunately, the two had returned a little worse for the wear. Sam, however, had received the worst of the injuries with a badly bruised side and a slight concussion.

The four had decided to share a room due to the fact that the motel they had chosen only had one room left, with two double beds. And while the bed arrangements were usually divided up by gender, that night Shane wasn't hearing any of it.

And it was bedtime.

"Please, Taylor?" Shane begged her sister. "I know that the two of you aren't getting along at the moment, but can't you put it aside for just one night? That bed is big enough for the both of you with plenty of space inbetween." Shane paused then added as an afterthought, "And Dean won't try anything, will you Dean?" Shane said in a threatening tone directed towards the man in question.

He shrugged in compliance.

"It's not me you should be worried about." Dean said, directing a look at Taylor.

"Ugh." Taylor muttered, a disgusted look on her face, her cheeks flushing in anger. "Get over yourself. Fine," Taylor finished, looking at her sister. "If only to prove that a woman can sleep, stress "sleep", in the same bed with Dean and not have sex with him." Taylor said, crossing her arms over her chest, a determined look on her face.

He had the audacity to smirk at her.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Dean tossed out in retort.

Glaring at Dean, Shane then hopped over the bed to hug her sister tightly.

"Thank you!" Shane said excitedly.

"Yeah, yeah." Taylor muttered, smiling softly. "I'm gonna take a shower."

After collecting some pajamas, she walked over to the bathroom and shut the door.

What had she gotten myself into?

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Twenty minutes later she emerged, hair damp and hanging loose. Her pajamas consisted of a loose pair of drawstring pants, a light blue color with dragonflies on them, paired with a dark blue camisole. To Dean, she looked beautiful.

If he were prone to having such thoughts, he would be thinking that.

The lights were all out as everyone else had gone to bed. Shane and Sam were laying close together, although Shane was laying on Sam's left side due to the bruised other. Both appeared to be asleep. Dean on the other hand, was sitting up against the headboard waiting for her. Only God knew why. Taylor turned off the light and padded across the room lightly.

Choosing the side closest to Shane, she nudged Dean to scoot over to the other side. He didn't budge. Getting frustrated but attempting to remain quiet, Taylor smacked him on the shoulder, hard.

"Move over." Taylor demanded as threatening as she could in a whisper.

He moved over, rubbing his shoulder.

"Damn, Taylor, what'd you have to hit me so hard for? All you had to do was ask." Dean asked indignantly.

"Uh huh." Taylor muttered, unconvinced, as she climbed in and smoothed the blanket over her.

Settling in, both laid rigid and as far from each other as possible without falling off the bed.

"Someone had better watch his hands." Taylor whispered darkly.

"I could say the same for you." Dean whispered back. "Look, let's just try and get some sleep, alright? Truce?"

"Truce." Taylor whispered in agreement. "Goodnight, Dean." Taylor finished as she rolled onto her side away from Dean.

"Night." Dean said before doing the same.

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A few hours later, everyone was sound asleep. Shane woke up, startled by a nightmare about Sam. Glancing over at her sister, she was surprised to discover the two in a tight embrace. Her sister's back was to Shane, her head burrowed into Dean's chest and his chin resting lightly on top of Taylor's head. Dean had his one arm underneath her gripping her back while the other was thrown over her, his fingers tangled deep in her hair. Shane couldn't see their legs but she was almost positive they were tangled together as well.

Shane smiled. At least subconsciously they knew they were supposed to be together. As it were, neither of the two would believe her without physical evidence. The two could be nothing but stubborn. And the motel sign lighting their room would be perfect for her camera phone.

Grabbing her phone from the nightstand and flipping it open, she looked through it for just the right angle. Snapping the picture and saving it to her wallpaper, she flipped the phone shut and laid it back on the nightstand.

Laying back down, she turned back over and cuddled next to Sam, whose arm wrapped around her once she settled in.

Thinking of her sister together with Dean, Shane fell back into a peaceful slumber with no more nightmares; only dreams of the four of them settling down, at peace.

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Taylor woke to the sound of muffled giggling. Not yet having opened her eyes, she realized that she was pressed against something warm and hard. Snuggling in deeper, she sighed in contentment. However, a few seconds later she heard more giggling and realized exactly where she was and who she was currently tangled up in.

Eyes snapping open in shock, she then heard moaning coming from the bathroom. She could only imagine what Sam and Shane were up to in the shower, and frankly, she'd rather not have the picture burned into her brain. Taylor slowly lifted up her head to greet a pair of amused deep green eyes.

"Um…hi." Taylor mumbled uncomfortably, at a loss for being caught in such a compromising position.

"See? I told you that you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me." Dean said, smirking.

"Is that so?" Taylor said, rubbing the leg she had between his up and down against his manhood. She wasn't above using underhanded techniques to get the upper hand. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he inhaled deeply. "I believe you're confused in that you couldn't keep your hands off of me."

As she said this, she felt the hand encircling her trailing lightly over the skin of her back while his other hand gently massaged her scalp. A slight shiver zinged through her body. She looked to his face and saw that his eyes were closed and he appeared to just be enjoying her actions, entirely unaware of what he was doing to her. Sighing and relaxing into the seemingly unconscious gesture, she almost forgot the point of this exercise. Resisting the urge to nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, she reminded herself to focus and stopped her leg movements.

"Oh, and you can let go of me now." Taylor said coolly, releasing Dean.

"You are such a tease, you know that?" Dean growled as he let go of Taylor and rolled onto his other side, releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"And you're a womanizing ass. It's good we understand each other." Taylor retorted snarkily, getting out of bed.

Retrieving some clean clothes from her bag, she remembered that the bathroom was occupied and not going to be free for quite some time. Taylor sighed pessimistically. It was a good thing she didn't have to pee.

She looked at her clothes and then turned back around, looking at the bathroom door contemplatively. She then looked back at Dean, who was still in bed watching her.

"Do you mind?" Taylor snapped, already knowing the answer.

"Not at all." Dean replied with a shrug, but otherwise not budging.

"Do I have to hit you again? Turn around." Taylor said in a sickly-sweet voice as she raised her arm, poised to smack him.

Holding his hands up in a surrendering gesture, he rose to get out of bed, clad only in a black t-shirt and gray boxer-briefs.

"Do you mind if I get dressed as well, or do I have to wait my turn?" Dean asked snidely.

Taylor raised an eyebrow and gestured toward his bag beside hers.

"By all means." Taylor replied before turning and beginning to change.

Don't come out any time soon. Taylor mind-text messaged her sister. Not expecting a response, Taylor then puller her camisole over her head, hair tumbling down her back in waves.

Dean, having looked up after choosing some clothes, watched and remembered what her hair had felt like between his fingers. He longed to touch it again and hold her close. Which was totally wrong on a few different levels that he couldn't recall at the present. But he continued down the dangerous path as he continued to watch her.

She then pulled her hair over one shoulder and exposed the tattooed symbol below her left shoulder blade. He thought to ask her about it, but considering he wasn't supposed to be seeing her like this, he held his tongue. Moving her arms through the straps of the light blue cotton bra she had chosen, she said over her shoulder "Stop watching me and get dressed."

He shook his head slightly, then stood and turned around, pulling the t-shirt off.

"So, where'd you get the tattoo?" Dean asked as he bent down to stuff his shirt back in the bag. It couldn't hurt, she already obviously knew he was staring.

"Nowhere." Taylor replied evasively. "It's just something that happened one night out with Shane."

"Whoa, wait." Dean said, turning back around to look at her. "I've never seen a tattoo on Shane."

She glanced at him over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I should hope not. It's in the same spot as mine. How often have you seen Shane shirtless and with her back to you? I'll take a chance and say not very often." Taylor finished with a huff and continued dressing.

Dean merely shrugged and did the same.

After pulling on her jeans and tie-dyed t-shirt, Taylor turned around to grab her toiletry kit from her bag, only to pause as she watched Dean. The muscles in his back rippled as he buttoned up his jeans and cinched his belt. Head tilted to one side, she remembered having those strong arms wrapped around her tightly, feeling the muscle in his back and chest before she had released him this morning. It had felt so good being wrapped up in him. She wanted more.

Not that she'd ever mention that out loud.

Watching as he pulled a clean gray t-shirt on, she leaned down to pick up her kit as he turned back around. Hearing yet another set of moaning coming from the bathroom, she rolled her eyes.

"She wasn't kidding when she said that together they'd occupy the place." Taylor said depreciatively, glaring at the door. She sat down on the bed to pull on her socks and shoes.

Dean chuckled as he sat down beside her and proceeded to do the same.

"He deserves it." Dean said. "It took him so long to get over Jess…" Dean trailed off.

Taylor thought for a moment before imparting this information on Dean. Trusting he would keep his mouth shut about this much, she looked up at him and smirked.

"I knew they were going to be together long before they did." Taylor said, sending a quick nod in the direction of the bathroom.

He turned his head to look at her.

"What, you had a vision of them? Talk about too much information." Dean said, shuddering dramatically for effect.

"Tell me about it. She thinks that I had that one right before you all picked me up. Not so. It was one of my first, actually. Thankfully, she wasn't there when it happened. Imagine explaining that to someone." Taylor replied ruefully as she finished tying her shoes and rested her arms on her knees.

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A/N 2: Also, when it comes to camera phones, I don't know how much lighting is enough. I needed the camera phone for the scene, so I threw it in there anyway. Until next time…