While in the motel room they were staying at, Sam was sitting on his bed doodling on a notepad while Dean sat at a desk on Sam's laptop and Athena sat on the bed, bored. Dean glanced up at the two before going back to the computer. "All right. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali-its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey." He noticed Sam wasn't paying attention. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" He questioned his little brother.
Sam shook his head. continuing to doodle. "No. I'm listening. Keep going."
Dean gave his brother a careful look before going back to the computer. "And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." Sam hadn't glanced up, so Dean waved his hand in front of his face. "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"
Sam ignored Dean. "Wait. I've seen this." He studied the picture further and nodded his head in confirmation of what he had just said.
Athena glanced at Dean. "Seen what?" She asked as Sam stood up and began to go through his duffel bag searching for something.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked as Sam pulled out a photo of the Winchester family when he was just a baby and compared the tree in the photo to the one in the picture he had just drawn and shook his head. It was an exact replica.
"Dean," Sam began turning to face his brother. "I know where we have to go next."
"Where?" Dean asked, confused.
"Back home-back to Kansas."
"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?"
Athena rolled over on the bed. "You were born in Kansas?"
"Yeah," Sam replied distractedly. "You?"
"I'm a New Yorker, baby," she said. Dean nodded appreciatively, before having his attention drawn away by Sam shoving a photo under his nose.
"Alright, this photo was taken in front of our old house right? The one where mum died?" Sam asked as Athena peered over Dean's shoulder to see their childhood home.
"Yeah," Dean said as if this was an obvious answer.
"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"
Athena muttered, "Stop saying right," but under her breath.
Dean smirked at her before returning his attention to the photo. He grabbed it off Sam to study it closely. "I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, knowing that Sam explained everything in a roundabout way.
"Okay, this is going to sound crazy-"
"Like everything else that comes out of your mouth," Athena interjected cheerfully, before Sam glared at her and she mimed zipping her lips.
"-but the people who live in our old house, I think they may be in danger somehow," he finished, causing a heavy silence in the room.
Dean stared. "Why would you think that?"
Sam glanced around nervously. "It's just... um... just... trust me on this one, okay?" He walked away to go into the bathroom and Dean got up, following him.
"Wait, whoa whoa, trust you?" He questioned.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that," He pried as Sam sighed and turned around.
"I can't really explain it, is all."
Dean stood his ground. "Well, tough because I'm not going anywhere until you do."
Sam sighed again. "I have these nightmares."
Athena nodded. "We've noticed."
"Sometimes... well, sometimes they come true."
Dean stared. "Come again?" Athena also sat up, finally pleased to have something to relieve her boredom.
Sam shook his head. "Look, Dean, I dreamt about Jessica's death days before it happened."
Dean sighed. "Sam, people have weird dreams all the time, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence."
"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?" Sam said, growing more and more frantic, more and more desperate to get his point across.
Dean held his hands up. "I don't know Sammy! I don't know what your freaky dreams mean!" he said as Athena jumped up and slid over to Sam's computer, her slim fingers deftly flying over the keyboard.
"What do you mean 'you don't know' Dean? This woman could be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed mom and Jessica!" he exclaimed.
"Alright, just slow down, would ya?" Dean said, pacing around the room. "I mean, first you tell me you've got The Shining, then you tell me I've gotta get back home? Especially when..." Dean trailed off.
"When what?" Sam asked gently.
"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there," Dean said, and his voice was utterly vulnerable, his emotions showing through for once. Athena stared. Whatever had happened at that house had cut Dean, and cut him real deep.
Sam sighed. "Look, Dean." As he spoke his voice was soft and kind. "we have to go back there."
Dean nodded in defeat. "I know we do."
Sam glanced down. "I think we should ask Drie to come with us..." He turned his gaze up at his brother to gage his reaction and Dean nodded.
"I think that sounds like a good idea," He said as he pulled out his cellphone from his pocket. "Shall I call her or should you?" He grinned tossing the phone to his little brother. "Stupid question. Of course you'd rather call to talk to her."
Sam cocked his head at his brother quizzically after catching the phone. "And why would I rather do that?" He asked, not understanding.
Dean winked. "I'm psychic. So, you get to calling while I get to packing everything up." Athena made herself scarce. Sam stepped into the hallway and dialed the numbers.
"Hello?"came a voice he'd heard not a month ago on the line.
Sam sighed in relief. "Drie. It's me," he said as way of greeting.
"Sam?" she asked, surprised.
"Yep. How you been?"
There was some crackly static before she replied. "Sorry, what was that? Bad reception, I'm at the bar."
"I asked how you were."
More static cut across the line and he heard fractured replies, before her voice cleared and solidified. "I've been good, great in fact. No-one's died since... how about you?"she asked, sitting up on the counter at the bar.
After Sam and Dean had left, she'd tried to return to her old ways, but it took a little getting used to. What made it harder was every time she'd look over to her co-worker and see a stocky, red headed girl by name of Leah and not Athena. This was a constant reminder as to what had happened and where Athena was now. Hunting. With Dean and Sam. Where, by all rights, she should be.
"Yeah, we've been great actually. Look, a new case has come up. I wouldn't dare of asking you normally but this one's kinda different," he said, trying to express the urgency of the situation.
"Okay, I'll hear you out, what's different about it?" she asked, curious as to what it would be.
"The location."
"And the location is where, Sam? Stop messing me around,"she said, irritated.
Sam smiled at the familiar tone. "Kansas. Lawrence, Kansas."
"Wait..." Adriana wasn't sure where he was going with this, but she had a pretty good idea. "Sammy, that's where we grew up..."
He nodded. "I know... the old house we use to live in, there's a family that moved in there... I think something bad is gonna happen to them."
"Something bad as in...?"
"I can't explain it. Just call it a feeling..." He sighed. "I wanted you to come out and help us with this one, Drie. It's personal..."
Adriana sighed. She wanted to say no, but the tone of his voice was pleading with her, and she couldn't tell him no. "All right... When do you want me out there?"
Sam breathed a sigh of relief that she was coming. "Dean wants to leave as soon as possible... you know him," He said, joking.
Adriana nodded. "All right. I'll fly out to Lawrence tonight if you think you guys can pick me up from the airport."Sam smiled and pumped the air with his fist and flipped the phone shut in triumph. As he walked in, he adopted a sombre expression.
"Well?" Dean asked in anticipation, not liking the look on Sam's face.
"I'm sorry Dean. She..." he paused. "She wants you to pick her up from the airport," he finished, cracking a smile.
Dean glared at him. "Bitch," he said, then turned around to see Athena trying not to laugh. "Oh great, all laugh at my expense why don't you?"
"C'mon, Dean, it is funny. Your face when you saw Sam's, it was like you'd seen someone die," Athena said, chuckling.
"I have," he said shortly and both of them stopped laughing.
"Right then, uh, can we swing by the airport? It'll take all night to get there. Else we can stop at a motel in Lawrence and I'll go get her?" Sam offered, moving the subject along.
"Whatever's fine," Dean said, dismissing his ideas with a wave of his hand.
"Can I drive yet?" Athena asked. Both Sam and Dean turned to look at her.
"N. O." Dean spelled.
Athena pouted. "Please?" she pleaded. Sam ducked his head so Dean wouldn't see him smiling again. In reply, Dean grabbed all his research and dumped it heavily into his bag. Athena rolled her eyes. "No need to be so dramatic."
Dean gave her a look as he slung his duffel bag over his shoulders. "I'm not being dramatic," He stated as he headed for the door.
Sam shook his head laughing. "He's not being dramatic, I promise. When he's being dramatic, you'll know."
Athena gave Sam a look. "That's not him being dramatic?" She asked with a motion of her head towards him and Sam shook his head.
"Nope."
"Wow, then I'd hate to see him dramatic."
"You do realize I am in still in the room, right?" Dean asked, turning around to face the two. "I am right here and my hearing is just as good as ever."
Sam laughed. "Whatever..." He paused before grinning and adding, "jerk."
Dean smirked, enjoying the small inside joke they had. "Bitch."
Athena did her trademark eye rolling. At first it had been a little awkward with the brothers. And it became apparent that Sam still thought Dean had made an odd choice. From what she'd picked up on, it was completely out of character for him. But she'd gone along, and they'd settle into a routine, Athena learning every day. But this case... she had a slight feeling of trepidation. There was some unfinished business of the boys past, she didn't completely know the story, and with Adriana turning up in the mix, who knew what would happen. She hauled her dark blue duffel bag onto her shoulder, it being in much better condition than the boys one.
"Right. We're off," she said.
"Since when do you give orders?" Dean asked.
Athena grinned. "Since you got dramatic," she retorted, walking out and leaning against the car's back door until Dean arrived with the keys.
"Burn," Sam muttered as he walked past Dean, following Athena's path. Dean took a final glance around the room before flicking off the light.
"Hey. Sammy!" he called down before tossing the keys to his brother. "You're driving, I gotta quiz this one," he told him, indicating to Athena.
Sam smirked. "Oh, thatcould be entertaining," he said.
"Entertaining and difficult," Dean finished. Sam opened the car and Athena slid into the back seat, long having realized she would never ride shot gun if Sam was driving. To her surprise, Dean slid into the seat beside her, pulling his bag onto his lap.
"What's all this?" Athena asked, slightly wary.
"Pop quiz for the college kid," Dean said smiling.
"I'm officially scared," Athena announced.
"You should be," Sam said as he pulled away from the motel.
Later that night, after many quizzes and questions to Athena, they were pulling up to a motel. Sam parked the car and got out. "I'll get the key for the room, you two get the stuff out of the car," He said as Dean and Athena also got out.
Dean had been impressed with Athena. She had gotten a lot more right than he had thought she would. She was a fast learner and that was good. You needed to be fast in this lifestyle. He grabbed his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder as she grabbed hers from the trunk. He turned to her and closed the trunk.
"Last question. How do you kill a vampire? Do you stab it through the heart with a stake or do you burn it's body?" He asked.
Athena smirked. "Well, if you're in Twilight, you burn it's bones, however, Twilight's not real. Thank God. In order to kill a vampire, you'd have to decapitate it," She told him and Dean gave her a nod of approval.
"Good job. Usually a lot of hunters don't know that."
"I'm not 'a lot' of hunters".
"You got that right," Dean said to himself.
"Don't sound so surprised about me being right. I'm always right."
"I think you're getting me confused with you, Thena," Dean retorted as he walked up the stairs to their room. Sam had already grabbed the room key.
"You keep telling yourself that, Deanie," she said, grinning as she used his hated nickname.
She shifted the duffle bag to one shoulder while she opened the door. In order to do this, she cocked a hip, leaving Dean staring at her ass again. Travelling with Athena had been incredibly different from him and Sam's usual close knit team. She had a similar sense of humour to him, but occasionally Sam and her ganged up on him. And she was still one of the hottest babes he'd ever seen.
"Dean. Earth to Dean." the woman in consideration said, waving a hand under his face.
"Yes?" he asked, as if there was something important he should know.
"Nothing. You just went to that little place where you go quite often," she said as she nudged the door open. Sam had already set up his laptop and piles of research on the table, but there was no sign of him.
"Sam?" Dean called as he stepped inside, closing the door once Athena was in behind him. "Sammy?" He started to call a third time, but his little brother stepped out from the bathroom.
"What? I'm here. Calm down, Dean," He stated, shaking his head as he grabbed his wallet, slipping it into the back pocket of his jeans.
Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala. "Don't forget to take your gun."
Sam rolled his eyes, catching the keys. "I'm just going to the airport, Dean. I'm not going on a hunt." He headed for the door, then turned around. "Want me to pick up food on the way back?"
Dean nodded, his eyes going wide with excitement. "Yes. Bacon cheeseburger. Athena, what do you want?" He asked, turning to the girl.
"I want a large fry and coke. And a cheeseburger."
Dean stared at her. "You cannot possibly eat that much."
She winked at him. "Oh I betcha baby, I can."
"In that case, I'll have a large chocolate milkshake."
Sam shook his head. This could escalate for hours. Despite how she looked, Athena could pack away a lot of food and still stay skinny. "Fine, both of you rob me dry then," he said, pulling the door shut.
He turned the car on for the second time that night and quickly cruised to the airport, easily remembering the way. The bright lights illuminating the dark sky showed when he was close. He smoothly pulled across the tarmac and locked up Dean's beloved impala. He walked inside, ignoring all the business men in suits, all the weary looking tourists, until he saw a glimpse of blonde, flying well below the average line of height. The next second, he was attacked by a petite girl with blonde hair.
"Hello Adriana," he said simply. She smiled up at him.
"Hey Sammy," she said, abandoning his name for a childhood nickname.
With Adriana's arms around him and her voice, memories flooded back, memories of young hunters chasing each other through a nearby forest. He shook them off and put an arm around Adriana, leading her over to the car. She too, carried only a duffel bag only hers was hot pink. Sam chuckled when he saw it slung over her shoulder. Only Adriana. Inside was probably her gun from her hunting days, such a contradiction to have someone so skilfully dangerous and someone so... girlie. There was no other word for it.
"It's good to see you, Drie," he said as he unlocked the Impala. She smiled at him.
"Can I drive?" she asked him. Sam looked at her, considering just how pissed off Dean and Athena would be before tossing the keys and walking around the front of the car. She slid in behind the wheel, looking tiny in the big muscle car. "Sorry, I just wanted to remember these roads. It's good to see you too Sam. I'm glad it's only been six weeks and not six years," she said as she pulled away fast with a laugh.
"You know how pissed off Dean is gonna be knowing that you drove his car?"
Adriana laughed. "He's let me drive it before. It won't be that big of a deal."
Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, rephrase. Do you know how pissed off Athena is gonna be if she founds out you drove the car? She's been asking to drive it ever since we got on the road." He laughed again at the memories of the dark-haired girl begging Dean to let her drive his car.
"And he's said no?"
Sam nodded. "Everytime."
Adriana shook her head. "All right. Where we headed?" She asked, looking to him to give her directions.
Sam pointed at a small diner up the road. "Dean wanted me to stop and get him some food."
Adriana laughed. "A bacon cheeseburger?" She asked and Sam nodded. "Typical," She said. "Dean always gets the same thing," She said as she pulled into the parking lot and turned the car off before leading the way inside with Sam behind her.
"He likes his routines. What do you want?" Sam asked, pulling out his wallet. He flipped through multiple credit cards before finding the one he wanted.
"Excuse me, I'm an independent working woman and I don't need a free ride off your 'hard earned cash'," she said, jokingly.
"All the same. What do you want?" He asked again and Adriana accepted that Sam wanted to be a gentleman.
"Can I have a chicken sandwhich? And a sundae? Or is the sundae pushing it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Not at all," Sam said before turning to the counter. "Hi, can we please have a bacon cheeseburger and a large chocolate milkshake, a chicken sandwhich, a caramel sundae, a strawberry sundae, a cheeseburger with large fries, a Caesar salad and a large coke?" he asked.
The server calculated all the prices. "That comes to $43.70. Have here or to-go?"
"To-go, thanks," Sam said as he leaned against the counter.
"Sheeh. Who's the last order for?" Adriana enquired.
Sam winked at her. "Thena. She eats like you wouldn't believe."
Adriana noticed the lack of the first syllable of her name, a sure sign that they were getting along well. "So, she doing okay?"
"She's a really fast learner," He said. "She was actually quite useful. When we were dealing with a spirit on a case, she figured out that it was tied to a necklace, not an actual person."
Adriana nodded. "I'm glad she's helpful and not slowing you guys down," She smiled. "Not that I thought she would. She's smart and catches on quick."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, she does."
"I heard Dean was wanted for murder?" She asked, playfully. "What was all of that about?"
"A Shapeshifter in St. Louis. We went to help out one of my friends my college, and it ended up taking on Dean's form, and murdered someone. The cops pinned it on Dean."
Adriana shook her head. "So, how are you guys getting around with the other cases?"
"Very carefully. It makes it harder cause now we gotta make sure he doesn't get caught as well. It helped that the cops already killed "Dean", but still. We gotta be careful," Sam said as the server came back and handed Sam a bag of food, his gaze on Adriana.
"I get off in ten minutes if you wanna hang?" He winked at the blonde girl.
Sam shifted and looked down at Adriana for the response. She laughed and linked arms with Sam. "Sorry, big boy, I'm already taken," she said with a flirty wink as she left the diner, most of the other male patrons eyes on her as well.
"Adriana Brielle Tanner, you are something else! And I would appreciate it if you didn't just drag me in to situations like that, I might believe you actually like me," Sam said, still linked arms with her. She placed a hand over her mouth in the 'gasp' expression before placing an innocent look on her face.
"Whatever can you mean?" she said, struggling to keep her face straight.
"You know exactly what I mean, Princess," he said, tapping her on the end of the nose, which she wrinkled.
"So. What skeevey little motel have you guys chosen this time? This is Lawrence, Kansas after all," she said.
"I'll thank you not to talk about my home state like that," Sam said, acting offended. "Did you know Athena was born in New York?" he asked. Adriana nodded as she reached the car, extracted the keys from her bra and got in the car.
"Sure did. When I first met her, her accent was very strong, and her attitude even stronger. Ask her to do it for you sometime," she said as she slowly let out the clutch, ignoring Sam's tortured looks as she finally dropped it and the car bunny hopped forwards.
"I finally know how I'm going to die. Either, you'll kill me with your shit driving or Dean will, for letting me wreck his baby." Adriana laughed as she tore off. "Okay, two miles outta town, then about seventy metres down the road is our motel." He explained and Adriana quickly got them to their destination, in one piece. "Gimme the car keys so Dean doesn't kill me," Sam said before they went inside.
Adriana held them teasingly in front of his face before drawing them back. "Nah uh! I thought the whole point of this exercise was to piss Athena off," she stated, smirking as she knocked on the door. Sam shook his head but didn't make a move for the keys.
"You're terrible, I hope you know this," he told her and she grinned, nodding her head.
"I do know this, and I'm perfectly okay with it!" She knocked on the door again and she could hear Dean call through the door telling her to hold her horses and calm down.
She giggled as he opened the door and smirked at her. "Well, look what the cat dragged in."
As she passed by him, tossed the keys up in the air towards Dean. "That's not nice to call your little brother a cat," She stated with Sam quickly following behind her, keeping his head down as everything began to click into place for Dean.
"Sam," he said, turning from the door slowly, as Sam shot to the bed on the far side of the room. "Why did Drie have my car keys?"
"I don't know Dean. Why don't you ask Drie that?" Sam said smirking at Adriana, shooting her a look that said 'you started this, you finish this'. She glared at him before looking at Dean sweetly.
"I drove," she said.
Dean stared at her. "You did what?" he exclaimed, grabbing a flashlight and rushing outside to check on his car. Adriana and Sam collapsed into fits of laughter. Dean came in, glaring and pulled the door shut. "Are you suicidal Sammy? Is that why you let her drive?"
"No, we just-"
"Hey, I'm not that bad of a driver! Jeez Dean," Adriana said, cutting across Sam.
"Still. Why did you let her drive?" Dean asked, trying not to freak out. Athena happened to step out of the bathroom as Dean said this and her mouth dropped open.
"He let her what?" she asked, wearing an identical expression to Dean's earlier one. This set Adriana and Sam off again. "That is SO not fair! I've been asking to drive for months! And she asks once!" Athena pouted, before looking up to see Adriana poking her tongue.
"Don't just rip into me! It would be nice to have a hello," she said.
Athena rolled her eyes. "Hello Adriana," she said, putting empahasis onto the first word.
Adriana rolled her eyes at the two of them. "Oh, come on, Dean. You've let me drive your car before. It's not like it was that big of a deal."
Dean held up his pointer finger to her. "Once. I let you drive onetime," He corrected. "And I only did it because I had to fix this kid up," He said motioning towards Sam.
Adriana shook her head, smirking. "Twice." She held up two fingers. "You let me drive it twice. The other time was when I got stuck scoping out a bar with you and you got distracted flirting with the bartender? Remember that?"
Dean pursed his lips together and nodded his head. "Fine. Twice."
Athena glanced between the two of them. "Wait, so why'd you let her drive on both accounts?"
Dean sighed. "The first time, we were hunting a Shapeshifter and we knew it would be at a bar picking up woman so we used Drie as bait. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on her to make sure everything went okay. Well-"
"He got distracted and was flirting with the bartender. While he was busy doing his thing, I got drugged and carried off," Adriana explained, cutting him off.
"So, that's fair enough. What happened the other time?" Athena asked, still not convinced this warranted driving the infamous Impala.
"The other time, Sammy, being the brainless nerd he is, didn't get out of the way in time. Gash right across his thigh, bleeding heavily. Adriana drove while I saved his life," Dean said casually.
Athena looked at them all. "But still!"
Adriana laughed at the dark-haired girl's perplexed expression. "Athena, unless it's a life or death situation, or Dean feels bad about you getting hurt, you aren't gonna get to drive the Impala."
"Or unless I flirt with his little brother and persuade him to let me," She muttered under her breath, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.
Dean made a gasping noise, followed by a swish and dunk of an imaginary basketball hoop. Sam went slightly red and Adriana glared. Athena smiled back. The tension that had mostly dissipated had returned.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, what did you say?" Adriana asked nastily.
Athena continued to smile, and the boys looked at each other, sensing it escalating. "I said, 'Unless I flirt with his little brother and persuade him to let me'," she repeated. Dean was amused that Sam was being used as a pawn.
"It wasn't flirting, it was a friendly favour," Adriana snapped. Athena raised her eyebrows, determined to wind this girl up as much as she possibly could. Adriana's plan had backfired.
"Oh is that what they call it nowadays?" she asked. Adriana stepped forward, ready to continue the argument but Sam stopped her. They had a low heated discussion, followed by Adriana conceding defeat and sitting on a bed to pull her shoes off, still glaring at Athena.
"Okay," Adriana began, taking a deep calming breath. "Why are you guys wanting to go back home?" She asked the two boys.
"Sammy here." Dean motioned to the younger hunter who took a seat beside Adriana on the bed. "has been having visions in the form of dreams."
Adriana cocked her head to the side and gazed at the hunter in question curiously. "You have? For how long?" She asked.
He shrugged. "I don't really remember... I know I had them about Jess before she died..." He said quietly and Adriana nodded and wasn't going to push the subject about Sam's late girlfriend.
"Okay, so you had a weird dream about your house?" The blonde asked.
Sam shook his head. "About the people in the house. I had a dream about a woman inside screaming for help," He explained.
"How do you know its your house?" She asked.
Sam pulled out the picture of a tree he had drawn and the photo of the Wincehster family in front of the tree. He held them both out to her to examine. "See? Same tree."
Adriana looked apprehensive and disbelieving, but less so than Dean. "It's pretty shaky, Sammy," she said, trying to understand what it would be like from his point of view.
"I know. I know," Sam said.
"You didn't say that when I told you that," Dean muttered.
Sam sighed, looking at each of them in turn. "I don't know how to convince you. You just have to trust me."
Adriana was the first to react, she stood up and hugged Sam. "Of course we will Sam."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Well it looks like our decisions been made for us."
Adriana shook her head. "Well, obviously you trust him as well because we're in Lawrence, Kansas. So, obviously you felt like there was some truth to what he was saying."
Dean opened his mouth to retort, but quickly closed it, realizing she was right. "Yeah, whatever. So, two beds, how we doing sleeping arrangements?" He questioned, sitting down in a chair.
Adriana sighed. "How have you guys been doing it with the sleeping arrangements with the three of you? I mean, you guys have only had two beds on the other hunts."
"We rotate on the floor usually. The couch if they rarely have one," Athena said. Adriana spotted another opportunity to get Athena back.
She turned to Dean. "What, you guys aren't shagging yet?"
These words had an instantaneous reaction. Athena made an outraged cry before muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "I wish". Sam doubled over in laughter, loving Adriana's clear refusal to back down. And Dean. Dean just sent her a glare so fierce, if looks could kill, Adriana would be dead several times over.
"No. We're not," he said through gritted teeth. Adriana grinned, enjoying his discomfort.
"Why not?" she kept pushing it.
Dean rolled his eyes, before shaking his head and wrapping an arm around the short girl's shoulders. "It's good to have you back, Drie. Life on the road is no fun without someone to fight with," He said teasingly and Adriana laughed. She would definitely be bringing this subject back up later-especially if it got such a reaction out of bothof them.
"But in all seriousness-" Adriana's words cut off as she yawned. "How are we doing the sleeping arrangements? Because I'm tired. Flying a time zone over does that to people."
Dean shrugged. "Well, there's two beds and a floor. So, people can share a bed or two people can sleep on the floor."
"I call a bed," Adriana said straight off. "I don't care who or what is in it with me, I want a bed, okay?"
"Okay. Drie gets a bed. Thena, it was your turn on the floor. I want the other bed-"
"And usually what you say, goes?" Adriana interjected cheerfully.
"- so Sammy, you can share whatever the hell you want," he continued, ignoring Adriana as if she never said anything.
Sam seemed nervous before he said, "I'll share with Drie if she doesn't mind."
"Nah. I'll be asleep in like, two seconds anyway," she said, yawning. Athena stood up and grabbed her bag before dumping it on the ground beside Adriana's pink one as the blonde stood up and grabbed her bag, heading towards the bathroom. Once the door had been closed, Dean turned towards his little brother smirking.
"Sammy, you sly dog," He teased.
Sam gave Dean a blank stare. "Why am I a sly dog?"
Dean's smirk only grew. "Sleeping in the same bed with Drie."
Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Dean, we've been doing it since we were little kids. What makes now any different?" He questioned, trying to understand where his brother was going with this.
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's naivety. "Exactly Sam. We were kids. Sleeping in the same bed with Drie now would be like me sleeping in the same bed as Thena," he said, trying to get his point across.
"No Dean. It's not. We are going to be asleep," Sam said, stressing the word 'asleep'.
"Whatever you say, Sam. But I don't think it's just me thinking this," Dean said, pulling a pillow over his head. Sam turned to Athena who wore her usual smirk.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Look Sam, he's kinda right. It's a bit different now. You're a lot older. But," she said, trying to salvage the situation, "Adrie's cool with it so whatever," she finished, laying on the ground.
Sam rolled his eyes. "You guys are being ridiculous about this."
Athena shook her head. "Whatever you say, Sam-"
"If you say "Sammy", so help me God," Sam said with a roll of his eyes as he sat on the bed just as Adriana walked out wearing a tight, dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black boycut underwear.
"Whoever needs the bathroom next, it's open," She said tossing her bag on the bed where Dean was laying. The bag landed on him and he sat up, glaring.
"Really?"
Adriana smiled sweetly. "Oops. My bad. Wrong bed."
Athena unfolded herself, knowing the two of them would be at it for a while. Sam was so innocent. One day it was going to get him hurt. And Dean. Dean was too cynical, too fearless for his own good. As much as Athena would never admit it out loud, she had kinda missed seeing the bubbly blonde every day. But it was good with the three of them. She changed quickly and came out in harem pants and a bra, sauntering over to her bed, pulling a blanket around her. Adriana stopped snapping at Dean to stare at the girl's lack of clothing. It wasn't like she'd never worn that much in front of the boys, she'd been naked in front of them before. It was just unexpected. Adriana also noticed how Sam averted his eyes and Dean directed his more towards Athena.
"If two's company and three's a crowd, what does that make us?" she said, grinning.
Dean laughed. "A messed up group of people searching for things that want to kill them," He stated and Adriana rolled her eyes as she walked over to her own bed, and slipped in beside Sam.
"So, what time are we getting up tomorrow?"
Before Sam could say some ungodly hour before the sun was up, Dean spoke. "I don't know. But I'm sleeping in. We haven't had a proper night's sleep in a while. And don't you dare argue Sam, you need the rest, too. Those freaky dreams of yours have been keeping you from sleeping."
Sam sighed. "Yeah, okay. We'll go later." He knew Dean was right, and he knew there was no point in arguing with him. Those nightmares he had been having were keeping him from sleeping, and that wasn't good. He needed to find a way to stop the dreams so he could sleep every once in a while.