Dean's POV

I skidded to a stop in the motel parking lot. I leaped out of the Impala and rushed around to the passenger side opening the car door roughly but making sure not to disturb Brielle. Sam held her out to me and I gently lifted her in my arms. She was as light as a feather, maybe one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.

Sam exited the car and jogged to the motel door. He fumbled with his key before finally unlocking it and pulling the door open. I walked into the room and stood her up enough to shimmy her coat off of her. Sam helped me and I laid her down on the bed she had… well… arrived on.

I pushed the golden ringlets off of her forehead as I took a good look at her. She was stunning. Before that I hadn't really looked at her at all without being in a rage. The rest of the time I was too irritated to pay attention to what she actually looked like. But now that I had taken a sufficient look, I was pleasantly surprised. I expected because of her lack of voice, that she would be a hideous, disgusting person. I know it's irrational to think that, but I had no one to compare her to.

The first thing I noticed about her was of course her fair hair. It went down a little past her chin and hung in gorgeous curls. Next I took in her face. Lovely tan skin and lush pink lips added to her beauty. I had yet to look her in the eyes, so I couldn't know for sure what color they were, but I was guessing either blue or green because of her hair color. I did know from the shy smile she gave me that she had a single dimple on her right cheek. Jesus… between her and Sam the dimples were going to kill me.

Sam coughed from somewhere behind me and I jumped. His cough brought me out of my Brielle assessment. I grabbed the cold wash cloth that Sam offered me and I draped it over her forehead. Hopefully it would help with her impending headache. After doing so I decided I needed a distraction.

I went out to the Impala and opened the trunk pulling our duffel out. After shutting the hood I went to the pop machine around the corner and got a couple of Cokes and water for Elle when she woke up. When I walked back in I saw that Sam had fallen asleep fully clothed on the other bed. I was relieved to see that he was resting peacefully. Lately he'd been having nightmares again. He wouldn't tell me about them though. Just cracked some bullshit about how everyone has secrets. I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. He was my brother and I never kept secrets from him. At least not intentionally and what do I get, a mysterious little brother who was only hurting himself in keeping his secrets. Not that it mattered though, Sam was slowly regaining my trust and I wasn't going to push him away by nagging about his nightmares.

I sighed and set the stuff down on the small table near the kitchenette. Sitting down in one of the chairs, I pulled my sawed off out of the duffel and began cleaning it. About halfway through my eyes started to droop. Great. I finished up and went into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth I stripped down to my boxers and walked back into the bedroom. I stopped short when I realized that I would either have to sleep with Sam or Brielle. Of course Brielle would be the obvious choice… she was the only girl there, but I didn't think she would appreciate waking up with me in her bed. Considering what had happened a few hours ago, I knew that she would be frightened to find me sleeping next to her.

I didn't really want to share a bed with Sam either so I went over to one of the bigger, cushioned chairs by the window with a blanket. I draped myself across it with my back against one arm of the chair and my legs hanging over the other. I fell asleep thinking of Sam and Brielle.

Sam's POV

I woke up when I heard some rustling. I sat up and looked over to find Brielle's bed empty. I saw her open the bathroom door and then lean on it as she clutched her head. She cringed and sank to the floor.

"Elle?" I whispered. She looked up sharply obviously not expecting me to be there. When she saw me, tears started to make tracks down her face. She obviously remembered what had happened so I got up and strode over to her sitting next to her on the floor. Not exactly sure of what I should do, I pulled her into my arms and rested my cheek on top of her unruly curls. She clung to my shirt with about as my strength as she possessed. I held her until I heard her start to sniffle. I looked down and saw that her tears were starting to dry up so I loosened my hold just a little so that she could move.

She looked up at me with blue-green eyes and gave me a small cheerless smile. I frowned and kissed her cheek hard, squeezing as much emotion into the kiss as I could. Brielle laid her palm over my heart and mouthed 'Thank you'. I just nodded. I didn't know what else to do. I grabbed her hand gently and rubbed it in between my much larger ones before flipping it over and placing a soft kiss on her palm. The kiss surprised me. I did it almost subconsciously. She shivered deliciously. I took that as a good sign, so I cradled her face in my hands and leaned in. She met me half way and kissed me tentatively on the side of my mouth before pulling back. She looked up at me with wide eyes and then leaned in for a deeper kiss. I moved my mouth over hers before tenderly sucking on her bottom lip. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp and I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on my tongue softly and I groaned. The action sent pleasure straight to my cock. I felt myself hardening so I pulled away. I knew that Brielle wasn't ready to feel that considering what had happened only hours before.

A small pout graced her plump lips. I smiled at her, silently telling her that it wasn't a rejection. Comprehension dawned in her eyes and she brushed her thumb along my jaw before pecking me once more on the lips. I stood up and held a hand out for her to take. I pulled her up and led her back to her bed. Then I tucked her in before remembering how she had clutched her head after waking up. That bump must have given her problems.

"Does your head still hurt?" I asked her and she nodded. I walked over to my bag and pulled out a bottle of aspirin and shook a few tablets out before getting a bottle of water off the table. I brought them over to her. She took the pills and downed them before relaxing back onto the pillow. I kissed her forehead as she drifted off.

I turned around to find Dean sleeping in one of the cushioned chairs. He looked… uncomfortable to say the least. His head had fallen off the arm of the chair and his legs were all screwed up. I couldn't let him sleep like that. He wouldn't feel well in the morning, so I walked over to him and tried to wake him up. Jeez, I knew that my brother was a sound sleeper, but this? After four tries I was finally able to rouse him. He opened one eye before shutting it again lazily.

"Whaddaya want Sammy?" He asked groggily. I chuckled at his failed attempts to open both eyes before giving up and physically removing him from the chair. He wasn't going anywhere by himself right now.

"Come on Dean. Let's get you to the bed. We can share, I don't mind." I told him as I hoisted him up and led him over to the bed. He nodded and fell on the bed instantly asleep. I rolled my eyes at him. Even in a half awake state he was dramatic.

I discarded my jacket and jeans, leaving me in only my t-shirt, socks and boxers. That was much better. Sleeping in your clothes is not ideal. I got into bed and soon enough Dean was rolling towards me. He cuddled into my side and had to roll my eyes again. Here I have macho Dean cuddled into my side, but I didn't mind. He was my brother and I loved him. Maybe even a little more than was accepted.