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Brielle's POV

I woke up the next morning feeling to a great extent, better. I didn't feel good, but I felt better. I had Sam and Dean to thank for that. They were my salvation against tall, dark and criminal. I didn't know how I was going to repay them, but I knew I would be able to thank them in some way. If only I could remember exactly what happened maybe the whole thing would be easier to get over, but from where I stood then, I couldn't remember a damn thing other than I was assaulted. I know that I wasn't raped, but that didn't really matter in the scheme of things. I knew what the fucker's intentions were and that was enough for me to nearly break down again. I composed myself though, not allowing myself to shed tears over that evil mother fucker.

Up until now I knew that there were people like that out there, but I never realized just how… real… they were. I guess it was almost like one of those "you had to be there" moments to experience the anxiety and fear that people talk about. I wasn't about to let the incident get to me though. I wasn't going to become depressed and I wasn't going to shut everyone out. Sure, it would take some time to get over, but I wasn't keen on dwelling on what happened. What was the point really? I would only be hurting myself and Sam and Dean. I was ready to move on from it and keep pushing through and that's exactly what I was going to do.

I had recovered from my headache since the night before and I was able to get up and start a pot of coffee in the kitchenette. I may have overdosed on the coffee and skimped on the water, but Sam and Dean were gonna have to deal with it. I wasn't in the mood for any bitching.

After the coffee started brewing, I decided that I needed to get cleaned up. Sam and Dean were both still asleep. It didn't escape my notice that they were sharing a bed, but hey, I had always thought they would make a good couple. Even though Sam and I had shared that moment the night before, I knew that if he and Dean were in a relationship nothing could come between them. Personally I wasn't looking for anyone right now. It didn't have anything to do with being attacked, I just didn't feel like I needed anyone at the moment.

I dropped my train of thought, deciding not to linger on it as I got my shower ready. I grabbed my toiletry bag and set out my shampoo, conditioner, soap, and razor before undressing. I realized that I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday and I quickly shed them disgustedly. I dumped them on the floor before stepping into the steam. I was achy and the hot water felt like Heaven on my sore shoulders and back. Apparently being slammed up against a brick wall by a two hundred pound monster isn't beneficial for the body.

As I shampooed my hair, I ran my hand gently over the bump on the back of my head. It wasn't overly large and more than likely, I wasn't concussed, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell when I shifted my fingers over it softly.

I rinsed the citrus shampoo out of my curls and started to condition it. I imagined Sam with his large hands massaging my scalp and I shivered in pleasure. I startled myself with those thoughts. I shook them away before kneading the conditioner into my hair once again. My thoughts shifted to Dean this time. I thought of him rubbing my shoulders and back under the spray of water.

Okay, enough. These fantasies were embarrassing me. I was blushing I was the only one that knew about them. What made me think those thoughts anyway? I had just said that I wasn't looking for a relationship and now here I was fantasizing about two men that were both single, good looking men that could I could potentially have relationships with. What was wrong with me? I didn't know, but I'm sure it had something to do with always being a little bit in love with the Winchesters. Ever since the pilot episode of the series, I had fallen a little more in love with them and now meeting them in real life was like a dream come true. They were everything I wanted in a man or… men. The weird thing about it was that I had never been more partial to either Winchester. I had always loved them both equally and if a relationship was ever established with one, I'm not sure if I could handle leaving out the other.

Not wanting to think about it any longer, I finished with my hair and rinsed off before turning off the shower. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a white towel from the rack before drying off. I wrapped the rough motel towel around my body before doing the same with a smaller towel around my hair. I rubbed my itchy eyes and realized that I hadn't taken my contacts out for at least 48 hours, maybe longer. So I took them out and grabbed my glasses. They were black rimmed Nelson eyeglasses from American Apparel. They kind of reminded me of Ray Ban sunglasses and they were kind of dorky, but I hated when my eyes were bothered by my contacts.

After finishing with my contacts and putting them in my bag I grabbed my razor and shaving cream. I had never really been keen on shaving my legs in the shower. I had always shaved them with my leg propped up on the bathroom vanity.

I slung my right leg up onto the vanity and lathered it before running my razor under hot water. I shaved a few strokes before I heard movement outside the door. I paused momentarily before the noise stopped. I went back to shaving and I was lost in concentration when the door was wrenched open by a sleepy looking Dean. He rubbed his eyes tiredly before moving to the toilet. I dropped the razor deliberately to get his attention before he started peeing right in front of me. He stiffened and turned around slowly with wide eyes. I gave him a self-conscious smile as he took me in. His eyes perused my body as mine did to his. On TV I had never seen Dean with more than just his shirt off. I was able to get a good look at his sensual bow legs that had always been hidden by denim and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Christ he was beautiful. Seriously I was about ready to jump him when I heard him clear his throat.

"Uh… sorry." He said awkwardly. This time I gave him a genuine smile and waved off his apology. Fortunately I was done shaving so I wouldn't have to continue. He gave a small grin back before trying to leave the bathroom. I raised my pointer finger showing him that I was almost done and he stopped. I grabbed all of my things and headed out of the bathroom into the room. I found Sam still asleep in bed and I decided that I would be safe to get dressed.

I pulled on a black push-up bra with lace from Victoria's Secret with a matching black lace thong. I dressed myself in a white beater and not even thinking, I put on a charcoal Led Zeppelin t-shirt with a short sleeved striped sweater from American Eagle. Unbuttoned of course and for bottoms I wore Bullhead loose roll dark wash shorts from Pac Sun. On my feet I wore my usual black biker boots. I also wore my favorite black purse. It was a BCBGeneration "Penny" Convertible Cross-Body Tote with studs. It was a little spendy when I bought it, but completely worth it. I used it all the time.

After getting dressed, I looked over to see if Sam was still sleeping. He was and he was sprawled out on the bed face down. His head was turned towards me and he was snoring softly. I smiled at the innocent look on his face. He looked ten years younger as he scrunched his nose up before relaxing it again. His tanned shoulder poked out from the clean, but stained motel sheet he was covered with. No one had the right to be that adorable.

I sat down on my bed and brushed my out curly locks before grabbing my blow dryer. I dried my hair and just let it lay there. It didn't need much work. I paid a little bit more attention than usual on my makeup. I had dark circles under my eyes and a few bite marks and blemishes on my neck. I covered those up and put on some powder. Then I added a little blush, some eyeliner and some mascara. When I finished, I put my glasses back on. I had taken them off to dress and fix myself up. Then I grabbed my bag with my jewelry in it. I slid on a silver ring my mom had given me before she died and a pair of oversized diamond earrings.

After putting on some Deep Aqua Cooling Body Soufflé from Bath and Body Works I was good to go. I looked over myself in the mirror over the dresser and decided that I was presentable.

Sam was still sleeping when Dean came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later freshly showered. He was covered with a towel around his hips but that was it. And what a little towel it was. I felt heat coil low in my belly and I bit my lip. He had droplets of water rolling downs his pecs and the V of his lower abs. I was about to start drooling when he brought me out of my daze. He stopped just outside of the bathroom door hesitantly. He made a slightly frustrated face before going over to retrieve his duffel and then reentering the bathroom. At the last minute he stuck his head out of the door.

"Hey can you wake Sammy up?" He asked me. I nodded in answer and he shut the bathroom door. I stood up and approached Sam. I stopped at his bedside and shook his shoulder gently. He sleepily opened his eyes and gave me a lazy grin before shutting them again. I shook him again harder and he jumped, wide awake. He was breathing hard. I had obviously startled him. I backed away so he wouldn't attack or something. Sam calmed down and then stood up as Dean came out of the bathroom.

He stretched his lengthy body and watching him made my toes curl. Now I was really overheated. Seeing both Dean AND Sam half naked was not helping anything. I blushed when Sam caught me checking him out. He let out a deep, throaty chuckle and it sent a shiver down my spine giving me goose bumps. I blushed harder and covered my face with my hands. How embarrassing.

"You're so cute." He said as he pulled my hands off of my face and wrapped me into a hug. He let go of me and I scrambled away from him. That hug was doing nothing to help my raging hormones at the moment. Sam just laughed at me and Dean joined in with a chuckle or two. I couldn't help but crack a grin myself.

"Well I'm gonna take a shower." Sam announced as he advanced towards the bathroom. Unlike Dean, Sam remembered his bag and snatched it up on his way. When Sam closed the door I approached Dean with my laptop. I opened notepad and typed 'Where are we going?'. I tapped him on the shoulder and showed him what I had written.

"M'not sure yet," He said and shrugged. "But you need to get packed." I gave him a thumbs up. WOW. I was a complete dork. I hadn't done that in years. He probably thought I was a geek, especially with my geeky glasses. He didn't say anything though, so I wasn't too worried… yet.

I started packing up my stuff. Holy shit did I have a lot of stuff. I only had one duffel bag and my purse. I didn't know how I was going to fit everything. I started by folding all of my clothes as tight as I could. Then I threw in my shoes along with my toiletries and such. I decided to put my laptop, iPod, cell phone, etc. in my purse so that only left a couple of jackets and books. I had a really hard time zipping up my bag. I was sprawled over the top of it trying to zip it when Dean walked over.

"Need a hand." He asked me. I shook my head sharply before trying again. I was starting to break a sweat. I flipped my bangs off of my forehead and tried once more before giving up. I huffed and crossed my arms. Dean rolled his eyes and zipped it in one try. He smirked at me and then laughed a little. I felt his breath on my face. It smelled of toothpaste and something that was distinctly Dean. I had been too busy being mad at him that I hadn't realized how close we were. He looked at me and our eyes clashed. I worried my bottom lip nervously as I waited to see what he would do. He ran his finger over my lip and I released it in a sigh. I looked at his lips as he licked them before leaning in and brushing his lips lightly across mine. I moaned silently. Dean lifted a hand pushed it into my hair. I felt his hand move over the back of my head in an intimate gesture and I winced. Not because I was afraid, but because… damn that bump hurt like a bitch. Dean took it the wrong way and hung his head. I panicked and grabbed his face in my hands. I forced him to look at me. I shook my head frantically trying to show him that I wasn't frightened by him.

This no voice thing was starting to get to me. I wanted to reassure Dean with words and all I could do was shake my head like a freak. He seemed to understand though and gave me a small smile. I gestured to the back of my head and mouthed 'hurts'. He nodded and I placed a soft kiss on his bottom lip before licking it. He groaned and then stood up.

"I think we should stop." He said and gestured to the hardness in his jeans. I blushed and I wasn't really able to look him in the eye as he told me to grab my stuff. At that moment Sam walked out of the bathroom squeaky clean with his stuff. We all walked out the door and Sam left us to check out. I spotted the Impala for the first time and I about creamed my pants. It was such a hot car. I had always admired the vehicle on TV, but I was never truly able to appreciate its beauty. I ran my hand over the hood and the top as I followed Dean to the trunk.

"You like it?" He asked as he saw me stroke his beloved car. I nodded slowly and licked my lips subconsciously. He groaned again and walked with a slight limp to the driver's side. He got in and started her up. I hopped in the back leaving the passenger seat open for Sam.

Sam was done a few minutes later and he came sauntering towards us. He bowed into the car and we were off to a new state, new town, new job… new adventure. I was with the Winchesters and I was livin' the dream.

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