"Let the games begin," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. Athena noticed instantly that Sam was more reluctant to hurt Adriana than Dean. Dean had just attacked her, trusting that she knew how to defend herself where as Sam was hanging back, and not ready to hit. He knew she could defend herself against his throws, but he was still reluctant. She was so tiny compared to him, he was afraid he would hurt her.
Adriana gave Sam an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Sam. It was just a reaction," She told him quickly, shaking her head.
Sam gave her a half smile. "It's okay Drie."
She stepped forward, playfully challenging him. "While we're here though..." she said as she jabbed him in the chest. Sam reached out and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her upside down
"Well hello there. Hope you're not afraid of heights," Sam said, preparing to hoist her onto his shoulders. Before he could, she pummeled him in the thigh with her fists.
"Don't. Mock. My. Height," she said, accentuating every word with a punch.
He laughed and swung her slightly, before letting her go. He marveled at her ability to land on her feet so easily, like a cat. Her eyes were far from being feline though. They were bright and alert and showed she was ready to do whatever need be done. She stepped one foot back, shifting her weight from the front to the back and back to the front, setting herself up in a fighting stance.
Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Drie, come on, I'm not gonna fight you," He said.
Adriana winked at him. "And just why not? Afraid you'll lose?" She asked him, her tone of voice challenging him.
Sam scoffed. "No. That's not it at all," He stated.
Adriana laughed. "Then bring it on, Sasquatch."
"Hey! That's my nickname for him!" Dean interjected. "Find your own!"
Adriana rolled her eyes. "Fine. Giganto. That better?" She asked and Dean nodded, waving his hand out towards them.
"Yep. Carry on."
Sam slackened his stance. "Giganto? What the hell Drie?"
She smirked. "It suits you," she said, laughing as she climbed onto the bed backwards, not breaking eye contact with him.
"Yeah, it suits me like Tiny suits you," he muttered, just loud enough for her to here, rolling his eyes at Dean.
"Hey Sam? If I'm so tiny, catch," she said before flinging herself off the bed at him.
Sam was caught off balanced and fell under her weight, both of them laughing, Sam a little out of breath. She climbed off him and pressed his head down with her foot. Sam jokingly wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Ew Drie, get your smelly foot away from me," he said, laughing as she hopped backwards.
Dean shook his head. "You two are pathetic," He said teasingly.
Adriana turned her back on Sam to glare at Dean. "Excuse me. I basically beat you in the match before you decided to cheat."
Dean gave her a smug look. "All's fair in love and war," He said jokingly as he watched Sam sneak up behind the blonde and wrap his arms around her waist, lifting up off of the ground.
"Sam!" Adriana squealed, laughing as he tossed her on the bed and pinned her arms down with his hands, and straddled her waist so her legs were pinned as well. Her breath caught as she looked at Sam, pouting. "Fine. Win. I don't even care," she said huffily, trying to turn her face into the pillow. Sam leant down and whispered something in her ear, making her face turn back to face him rapidly. "I swear, if you do Sam, I will never forgive you," she said, struggling to break out of his hold. Sam gave an evil wink, and his next action made it very clear what his words were.
He tickled her sides ferociously, Adriana giggling as soon as he brushed her. "No... Sam... Stop... Please!" she said, barely able to form words from laughing so hard. Sam gave her a brief respite and she gasped for air.
"Say I win and I'll stop," he said, his hands poised over her again.
"Never!" Adriana retorted, stubborn as ever. And so Sam mercilessly tickled her sides, her every move futile. "Okay, okay, you win, you win," she eventually spat out. She tried to breathe once the tickling had ceased. Her sides hurt so much from laughing and her breath was gone.
Sam stopped tickling her, pausing to catch his breath. He leaned on his hands which were on each side of her head. With nothing to occupy or distract his mind, like the tickling had done, it began to wander as he realized exactly what kind of position him and Adriana were in. He was basically straddling his best friend, and although there was nothing sexual about it, Dean would say something if he didn't move soon. He almost didn't want to move though but he propped himself up and jumped off her.
"Okay. Bitch fight now," Dean said, looking quizzically at Sam.
Athena looked over at Dean. "Who, me or you? I mean, we're both bitches," she said with a wink.
Dean glared at her. "This is serious Athena," he said.
Athena stood up and stretched. "Oh, full name, I'm scared," she said with a wink.
Adriana propped herself up on her elbows, not having moved from her spot on the bed as Sam sat beside her. "Have you guys even taught her how to fight?" She asked. "Like, trained her or anything?"
Dean shook his head. "Nope. We taught her a bit about guns, but nothing involving physical fighting," He stated and Adriana scoffed.
"Then why ask her to fight you?" Adriana questioned. "I mean, like, seriously Dean, you're gonna hurt her. If I can't beat you, and I've been fighting since I was like four, what makes you think she can?" She asked and Sam nodded in agreement.
"Maybe you shouldn't do this," Sam added. "Let Drie fight her."
Adriana shook her head. "I'd hurt her, too."
Athena stood up, looking pissed. "Excuse me, 'she' is still in the room. I'll fight both of you. Adriana. Then Dean. And I don't give a shit if you hurt me," she said, glaring at them all.
Dean had an expression on his face like he expected nothing less from the girl. Adriana looked a bit shocked but took a fighting stance. Athena stepped forward, standing relaxed but wary, watching Adriana. Adriana kicked at her head, not gently and Athena bent backwards, avoiding it, before returning with her own fist to the blonde's gut. Adriana stumbled back a moment before narrowing her eyes and doing a sweep kick, knocking Athena onto her back on the ground. Adriana stayed still, not making a move to continue the attack. It just wasn't fair to hit someone who didn't know how to defend themselves like Sam or Dean did.
"I can't hit her," Adriana said, shaking her head as Athena pushed herself off of the ground. "It's just not fair."
"Drie, come on, you'll fight Sam and I, but not her?" Dean questioned.
"Yes! Because I've been fighting you guys for a while!"
"She needs to learn," Dean insisted. Athena stood up.
"And there you go with the she thing again. Look, I can fight, I just can't defend myself," she said before launching a barrage of hits onto Adriana.
She parried and blocked them, moving backwards, before spinning out at Athena and doing the same to her. Athena's defense began slow and clumsy but as Adriana continued to hit her, her reaction time shrunk. She ducked under, using her superior height to get the better of the blonde. However, skill won out and Adriana disarmed Athena, making her collapse to the ground by driving a foot into her knee cap, similarly to what she did to Dean. She pressed her foot onto Athena's neck, and Dean laughed at how easy that would have been to move.
"Yeah, she needs to learn. Why don't you teach her some moves first before you send her into a battle. We were taught things before we were pitted against each other," Adriana stated. "You think my dad really threw me in a fight against you, Dean, without telling me how to beat you?"
"Well, when you put it that way. Okay, I'll teach her," Dean said authoritatively.
Sam groaned. "But you'll teach her all your bad habits!" he exclaimed. Dean made a 'pfft' noise as he helped Athena up.
"I don't have any bad habits," he said loftily. Sam rolled his eyes but motioned for them to proceed. "Okay. If there's a creature coming at you from the front, you wanna duck and get them in their weak spots: chin, chest, and the obvious one," he said with a wink. Athena laughed as he pointed to each area.
"Okay. But what if they land a hit first?" she asked.
Dean paused before swinging a punch in her direction, catching her in the cheek. Athena's head snapped to the side, and she grabbed her injured face before glaring at Dean and kicking out at him. He easily caught her foot, leaving her hopping for balance. "Rule number one: don't get angry. It clouds your judgment, and you're fighting on pure rage, not skill."
Athena yanked her foot out of his grip, and touched her cheek, wincing. "God, that hurts. How do you take a hit like that?" She asked turning to Adriana.
The blonde shrugged. "After a while, you get tough skin and it doesn't hurt as bad," She stated. "It takes a while, but you'll get the hang of fighting. Hey, after you teach her some moves, I'll spar with her. Give her sorta an equal partner to spar against."
Dean nodded. "Okay. Rule number one, don't get angry."
Sam scoffed. "Dean, you never follow that rule," He stated, laughing. "I think you've fought more times angry, than you have not."
Dean shrugged. "So do as I say, not as I do."
"And this demonstrates bad habit number one," Sam muttered.
"Rule number two: speed is everything. The quicker you punch the thing, the quicker you can get rid of it properly," Dean continued, ignoring Sam's comment and Athena nodded.
"The smart thing to do would be to ask her how much training she's ever had," Sam offered.
Dean paused, realizing this was a smart idea. "How much training have you had, ever in combat?" he asked her.
Athena thought back to her childhood. "I did boxing for three years when I was fifteen, but I was too long, not stocky enough for it," she said laughing.
Adriana, who was still lying beside Sam on the bed, piped up. "Like Dean said, speed is everything. You can be big and built, but if someone's quicker than you, they'll get the upper hand everytime." She nodded once, winking at Dean who glared. "Isn't that right, Dean?"
Athena glanced between the two before turning to him. "Dean, has she ever beaten you before?" She asked and his glare darkened at Adriana.
"A few times," He muttered.
Adriana laughed, staring at him. "I've beaten you plenty of times!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah, back in the day when I was still in high school!" He defended himself.
"Oh no, I distinctly remember beating you a couple of times before I graduated high school, which would mean you were like twenty-three," She told him.
"You would remember an insignificant detail like that," Dean said, feeling annoyed.
Adriana smirked, winding him it. "It wasn't that insignificant. If I recall correctly, you bet fifty bucks if I beat you," she said.
Dean turned his body away from her, deliberately ignoring her. "So, the point I have been attempting to make," he began, putting stress on the word attempting "is that you need to be fast. I know you're fast, brains wise." Athena smiled at this. "But how fast are you with your body," he finished with a wink. Sam rolled his eyes. If anyone made a lesson dirty, it would be Dean.
"You're asking me if I'm fast?" Athena repeated to make sure.
"I take back the 'fast brains wise' comment," Dean said. "Yes, Athena. That is what I said."
She nodded. "Well, how do I prove to you how fast I am?" She asked. Before she had finished her sentence, Dean sent a punch straight towards her. She quickly stepped out of the way and pushed him forward, using his own weight against him. He stumbled forward before catching himself and spinning around, facing her.
"Very good." He nodded in approval before charging at her, which she sidestepped again.
However, Dean had been counting on that. As she sidestepped, he stuck his foot out tripping her. She fell forward, holding her arms in front of her, catching herself. She groaned, pushing herself up to face him again. Learning how to fight hurt.
"Is there a way to do this without me being in so much pain?" Athena questioned.
"The creatures out there aren't going to go easy on you," Adriana commented, laying her head against Sam's leg as she watched Dean and Athena. Sam instantly felt Adriana's weight on his leg but merely smiled.
"Okay, we've established you're pretty fast," Dean said, smirking slightly.
"Just 'pretty fast'?" Athena asked, matching his smirk with her own. "Give me a sequence, you do it, I'll do it and Sam can time it" she said, determined to show him that this was one of her strengths and Dean nodded.
"Fine." Dean turned to Sam who rolled his eyes.
"Are we seriously going to do this?" He questioned his older brother who nodded his head as Sam pulled out his cell phone ready to time the two.
About an hour and a half later, Dean and Athena were still trying to out do each other. Whenever one finally beat the other, the other one couldn't let it go and had to challenge again. It was a continuous circle that was never going to end until one gave up. But, knowing their personalities, Sam knew neither one of them was going to give up very soon. While the two had been going on, Sam and Adriana had ordered some pizza to munch on while they watched the two go at it.
Adriana had changed into her night clothes-pink and black thinly striped boycut underwear and a black sports bra-and watched the two continue to fight and see who was faster or who was the better wrestler. She was leaning against Sam's stomach, and he occasionally would drape his arm across her stomach, but panicked a bit when he felt her bare skin and would pull back.
Surprisingly, Athena had one quite a few challenges, most of them the speed events. Her long legs gave her the advantage over Dean's stockier figure. Her long hair had fallen down her back, and her body glistened with sweat, as she'd removed layer after layer, until she was just in a singlet and denim shorts.
"Right, I'm out," she said. She'd won the last match and she knew when to stop.
Dean just wouldn't do it. "Come on, Thena. One more? I'm not even tired," he lied, feeling drained. She raised her eyebrows.
"If I win, then you have to let me drive the Impala," she said, smirking.
Dean battled internally with himself. He couldn't refuse the challenge. "Fine. You can drive the impala into Lawrence tomorrow."
Athena grinned, willing to push this as far as she could. "NOT just into Lawrence. All day."
Dean pressed his lips together. "Fine, but Sam can choose the challenge so it's not biased."
Adriana laughed. "Dean trying to play fair? This is a new and interesting tactic," she said, giggling and her body shaking on Sam's.
Dean sent a glare in her direction. "Quiet, Princess." He turned to Sam. "So, what's the challenge gonna be?" He asked.
Sam sighed, shaking his head. "You guys have done everything under the sun. I don't know what else to have you guys do."
Dean sighed. "Think of something. Drie, any ideas?"
Adriana yawned, shaking her head. "I just wanna go to sleep! But I can't because you guys are still fighting!" She exclaimed in annoyance and Dean laughed.
"Well, I'm sorry for keeping Sleeping Beauty awake," He joked.
"Obstacle course?" Sam offered, a last desperate idea.
Athena turned, accepting instantly but Dean seemed a bit more cautious. "Where?"
Sam stood up and glanced out the window, down into the floodlit parking lot. "Down the fire escape, across behind where the Impala's parked, through the trees at the back and back here. First person gets to drive the Impala tomorrow."
"Okay. Sounds fair," Dean said, his voice neutral, which aroused Adriana's suspicions.
"Shake on it. I've seen way too many sneaky maneuvers tonight to ever trust you again," she said teasingly. Dean took her long hand in his, feeling the underside. It wasn't smooth, it was rather rough, from their month of combat and her time as a waitress. Adriana bounced upright on the bed, excited for the race.
"You know, Deanie, if she wins, she gets to drive the Impala AND you will never, ever live it down."
"Yes, thank you for pointing this out to me, Adrie." He rolled his eyes. "And what in the world will it take to get you to stop calling me Deanie?" He questioned.
The blonde shrugged "Don't know yet. Probably nothing. So we doing this race?" She asked, standing up and heading towards the door.
Dean and Athena nodded, both stepping out into the night air, ready to take off. Adriana laughed as Sam handed her a white cloth. She stood in front of Dean and Athena. "On your marks," She began. "Get set..." She paused as they both crouched down, ready to take off. "Go!" She waved the white cloth down towards the ground and Dean and Athena took off, both heading towards the fire escape to be the first one down the ladder.
"Who do you think's gonna win?" Sam asked, coming to stand beside the blonde girl outside.
Adriana shrugged. "I don't know. Probably Athena. She's got longer legs than Dean. He's gonna regret doing this when she can drive his car tomorrow."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, probably." He glanced down at the girl still in her night clothes. Being a hunter with fighting and running all the time, it had definitely kept the girl in shape. She truly was not a little girl anymore and Sam couldn't help but notice. When he looked up, he saw that Dean had reached the ladder first but Athena vaulted over the side, climbing down the railing. Dean's face as she dropped to the ground a good five seconds ahead of him was priceless. Adriana leaned forward, her curves being obviously displayed in front of Sam. She shivered as cold air bit into her bare skin, and Sam stepped forward and draped a hand around her shoulder without thinking. She smiled up at him gratefully before looking down.
Athena was still ahead of Dean but as she rounded the Impala, he employed the any tactics allowed method, catching her foot. She tripped and rolled out, hitting the concrete hard before recovering her footing. As she chased after him, she ignored rule one, rage powering her forward as she grabbed a low tree branch and swung into Dean, knocking them both to the ground.
"Serves you right, bitch," She said as she took off back across the car park. She reached the ladder first, this time choosing to use it. Dean sprinted his stocky build and jumped up to grab her foot. She toppled down on top on of him, winding him. Athena turned, angrily. "Okay. You're gonna get it," she hissed as she pulled him up.
Dean ducked as soon as he was standing, avoiding one of her fists. The diversion tactics turned into a full out brawl.
Sam shook his head laughing. "You can't say you didn't see this coming," he said to Adriana, who laughed in agreement then yawned.
"I just want one of them to win, so I can get some sleep. Because if Dean loses, there is no way I will let him live it down tonight," She told him.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. I won't let him live it down either."
Adriana nodded as she glanced back down at the two who were full out fighting now. Well, Athena was throwing punched but Dean was blocking them expertly. Then, she threw a fake punch before spinning around and sending a roundhouse kick into his gut, sending him stumbling back. As he recovered, she took that opportunity to race up the ladder and back over to Sam and Adriana. She leaned over onto her knees, breathing heavily as she gasped for air. She was clearly out of breath, but her eyes shone victoriously.
As soon as she gathered enough breath to breathe, she danced around on the top of the fire escape, clearly happy. "Oh Dean? Forgot to mention, I used to be a gymnast."
Dean climbed the rest of the ladder, glared at them then stormed inside, slamming the door behind him.
"He's pissed," Adriana stated.
Athena looked down at her innocently. "I don't see why. After all, he was the one who hit first," she said, looking at her shoulder for the first time. A bruise was already forming and she winced as she gingerly touched it. "So worth it! Damn, I love that car" she said, looking down at it.
Sam laughed. "You and Dean are a matched pair," he said to her. Athena gave him an odd look before shrugging and going inside.
"Well, this is going to be fun," She stated. She started to go inside, but Sam grabbed her arm just above the elbow, pulling her back.
"Drie, I have a question..."
Adriana nodded. "What is it?"
"Last case we did with you, the Bloody Mary one... Mary only targeted people who had secrets about a death... My secret was I had been having visions about Jess and could have warned her..." He sighed, glancing down at the blonde. "What was your secret?" He asked, not prying but genuinely curious as to what the blonde possibly could have had been hiding from them involving her father's death. He had been racking his brain, trying to think of what her secret could have been, but so far nothing. So he decided to ask.
The change in Adriana was obvious. She went sheet white. "Sam... I," she started to say before looking down. Sam hugged her closer to him. "My dad and I had a massive blow up," she said, her voice low and broken. Sam nodded, remembering how the Winchesters had left the house for a while while Matt and Drie sorted out their differences. When they returned for the hunt, Matt had insisted they were fine. And they left for the hunt. "I told him he was a terrible father for dragging me around and I never wanted to hunt or see him again," she continued, he voice growing more and more quiet. Sam subconsciously rubbed her arm gently, trying to sooth her. "During the middle of the hunt-"
"- he got a call?" Sam asked, suddenly remembering and Adriana nodded, a single tear trickling down her cheek. "What happened on the phone, Drie?" She opened her mouth to speak but it became all too much and she burst into tears. Sam took her into his arms and rocked her.
"It was me. I was trying to apologize!" she said as she gulped in a breath. "But before I could, something attacked him. It was the wendigo, I could hear him screaming in pain as it killed him. He died thinking I hated him, and if I hadn't of rung, he wouldn't have died in the first place," she said, working herself into hysterics.
"Adriana Brielle. It was NOT your fault. The only person who's fault it is, is the creatures, okay?" Sam said, trying to calm her.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of tears and he wiped her cheeks, cupping her face. She stilled as he leaned down and his lips met hers. Because he was so much taller than her five-foot, three-inches frame, he was bent over her. She tensed for a brief second before standing on her tiptoes and tilting her head backwards, making it a bit easier for his large six-foot, six-inches build. As she kissed him back in the heat of the moment, one hand rested softly on his upper arm, keeping her balance as he bent over her, tilting her backwards, the other cupping his cheek.
Sam kissed his best friend, wanting to make her tears stop. She kissed him back, wanting her tears to stop. All of a sudden, Sam pulled away as her fingers trailed from his face to his neck. Jessica died four months ago, what was he doing? Adriana's face was so small and innocent.
"Drie... I... You... " he stuttered before pulling the door open and going inside. This left Adriana on the balcony, feeling broken and healed and more alone than ever. Sam grabbed his stuff and dumped it on the floor, beside Athena's. "It's Athena's turn on the bed, Dean," he said, not meeting anyone's eyes. The door swung open again and Adriana walked in, hoping desperately none of them would notice her red eyes but knowing they all would. When she saw Sam's stuff gone from the bed, she bit her lip.
Sam gave the blonde a sideways glance before standing up and running his hand though his hair. "I need some air," He said quietly before walking past Adriana outside.
Dean glanced from the blonde to the closed door, then back to Adriana. "Wanna tell me what happened? And why he's is acting all me-like?"
Adriana shook her head, sitting on the bed cross-legged. "There's nothing to tell."
Dean nodded. "Right..." He stood up. "I'll be back," He said before walking out of the motel room to see Sam sitting on the hood of the Impala. Dean sighed as he walked down the stairs and over to his little brother. "Wanna talk about it?"
Sam shook his head, gazing up at the night sky. "There's nothing to talk about."
Dean pursed his lips and nodded his head a couple of times before sitting down beside his little brother on the hood. "That's a butt load of crap, and you know I know it."
Sam gave Dean a look, to which Dean responded to with an innocent face. Sam sighed, knowing he'd have to say it eventually, but saying it made it real. "I kissed her," he said in a dead voice.
Dean cocked his head. "Come again? Whom did you kiss?" Dean asked.
Sam glared at him and stood up. "I kissed Adriana, Dean!"
Dean nodded in understanding, before confusion crossed his features again. "But what about Jessi-"
"I don't know Dean, I just damn don't know!" Sam yelled, cutting Dean off and slamming his hands on the hood of the car. For once, Dean didn't make a sarcastic comment about the Impala, instead sensing his distraught.
"Sam, you like Adriana, you always have. Yes, you cared about Jess and you probably still do, but she's gone. Adriana's here."
"I don't like her. She's just my best friend."
Dean sighed. "Okay. You can keep saying that all you want, but it isn't gonna make it true. Yes, she might be your best friend, but that doesn't mean you don't like her."
"I don't like her."
Dean chuckled. "God, you are stubborn." He shook his head, deciding to ease the tension. "So, was she a good kisser?"
"Unbelievable," Sam said.
"Can't say I haven't thought about it before," Dean said, smirking.
Sam glared at him. "And I hope you'll never think about it again," he said, a little venom in his voice.
"Ooh protective are we?" Dean teased as he slid off the car.
"No, I just don't like my brother talking about my best friend-"
"Who you like," Dean interjected.
"- like that," he finished, ignoring Dean.
Dean laughed. "Whatever you say, Sasquatch. So, what's our plan of attack for tomorrow?" He asked as they walked back towards the motel room.
"We need to go to Guenther's Auto Repair tomorrow. He was a friend of dad's," Sam said, remembering what he had read in the journal. "See what he's got to say about it and go from there?"
Dean nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Do we go as ourselves and say we're looking into our father's disappearance?" He asked.
Sam laughed, giving his brother a strange look. "Are you actually suggesting we tell the truth? I didn't know you knew how to do that, Dean," He joked.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever."
Sam laughed, shaking his head. "I think it's best if we keep who we really are quiet. We'll say we're cops investigating the house fire and John Winchester's disappearance. Opening cold cases and what not," Sam said and Dean nodded in agreement.
"All right. Sounds like a plan." He pulled his brother to a stop right outside of the motel door. "Hey, so why was Adriana crying? I mean, it was kinda hard not to notice her red eyes." He smirked, teasingly. "Were you really that bad of a kisser, Sammy?"
"Okay, Dean, quit with the 'cute' jokes, I'm really not in the mood for them. She was crying because prior to me kissing her, she was upset," Sam snapped.
"This much I could have figured out. Usually when people cry, they're upset. What was she upset about?" Dean asked, climbing the internal staircase.
"Just some stuff about last time we saw her," Sam said.
Dean made an exasperated noise at his cryptic answer. He opened the door to the room, to see Adriana curled up, asleep on the floor and Sam's stuff back on the bed. Athena was on the empty bed and as Dean entered the room she said, "I'm not moving."
Sam sighed as he glanced at the sleeping blonde on the floor. "She doesn't honestly think I'm gonna let her sleep on the floor, does she?"
Athena shrugged. "She figured if she was already on the floor when you got back that you'd just take the bed and not argue with her about it."
Sam nodded. "Right. Well, I'm not gonna argue with her about it, but that doesn't mean I can't move her. The girl weighs like a hundred and ten pounds," He said as he bent down and picked the sleeping blonde up in his arms. Even though he knew she weighed next to nothing to him, he still marveled at how light she was when he picked her up. He carried her over to the bed with his stuff on it and laid her down softly on one side of it before moving his stuff back onto the floor. Dean shook his head at his little brother.
"Aren't you such a gentleman," He joked.
"Yes, I am. You should learn the skill," Sam replied, in all seriousness.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yes, okay, Mr. High-and-Mighty," he said, before laying down on the ground. Sam took the floor nearest to Adriana's bed, and fell asleep, feeling confused as hell.
Sam was rudely awoken by a pillow being smashed in his face.
"You jerk!" Adriana yelled at him, whacking him with the pillow.
Sam rolled over, blinking sleepily. "What did I do?" he asked, sounding confused.
"YOU PUT ME ON THE BED!" she screamed at him, continuing to abuse him with the pillow.
Sam looked up at her, incredulous. "How do you even know it was me?" he retorted.
Adriana's eyes blazed. "Because, your brother is too much of an asshole to do that," she hissed. As if to prove her point, Dean rolled over and yelled at her to shut up, in a much ruder way. She waved her hand at Dean. "See? Too rude. Now. Why. Would. You. Do. That?" She questioned, hitting him with the pillow on each word.
"Ow," Sam exclaimed, holding his arm up and blocking her attacks as he used his other to prop himself up. "Drie. Drie!" He snatched the pillow out of her hands, disarming her. "Because, I didn't feel right leaving you on the floor."
"What if I wanted to sleep on the floor?" She questioned, but her voice was softer after his last statement. She couldn't be mad at him for being a gentleman.
"What if I didn't want you to sleep on the floor, Drie?" Sam said, trying to make her see it from his point of view. She sighed, her entire body relaxing.
"Next time... It'll be my fists not a pillow," she said with a glare as she hopped back onto the bed.
Sam shook his head and muttered "only you" before glancing at his phone. It was 8:02am. He stood up, blankets falling off his lean body and walked over to wake Dean up. Dean heard him coming over to him before he got there, but it didn't stop him from being any less annoyed over losing at least ten minutes sleep. Sam touched his shoulder and Dean rolled over and glared at him
"What!" he snapped and Sam rolled his eyes.
"No need to be happy, O-bother-of-mine," Sam intoned as he went to check Athena. Even while sleeping, she wore a smirk, different to Dean's which relaxed once he was asleep. One of her legs was kicked out of the duvet and Sam could see up to her ass. He couldn't have cared less.
"Is it time to get up already?" Athena asked, sweeping some hair out of her face. She groaned as she tried to move. She was so sore from fighting and racing Dean last night. Her whole body ached. She hadn't felt like that in a while-since her kick boxing classes. "Five more minutes..." She said rolling over onto her back.
"Nope. Gotta get up, sweetheart," Dean said, sitting up. "So, we're going as what? Detectives?" He asked Sam who nodded.
"Okay. Well, not all four of us need to go, so who goes and who stays?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom. "I don't care. You guys figure it out. Whoever stays probably needs to do some research."
"Research on what, Dean?" Adriana asked. "We already know the history and backstory of the house. What else is there to know?"
"Whatever then Drie. No need to take everything I say so literally," he said as he shut the bathroom door.
"Someones got his man-period today," she commented.
Sam smiled, but ducked his head so she wouldn't see. Athena rolled out of bed, landing on the floor, cursing and swearing. However, when she landed on the floor in an ungainly heap, she spotted the car keys sitting on the table and shot up, suddenly awake. She raced forward and grabbed the keys.
"I think we should go now," she said, not realizing she wasn't dressed at all.
Sam laughed. "She's almost worse than you," Sam told Adriana, who was also laughing. The earlier tension seemed to be forgotten for a moment, before she met his eyes and looked away.
"Almost," was all she said.
"So, who's going to the Auto Repair?" Athena asked, trying to break the awkwardness that had just fallen over the three.
"I think you and Dean should go since you guys know the most about cars?" Adriana suggested.
Sam nodded, glancing down as he leaned against the wall crossing his arms over his chest as Dean walked out of the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around his waist and dripping with water from the shower.
Adriana laughed. "Dean, you can't put on clothes?"
"I'm going. I left them out here."
Athena turned, the car keys still in her hand. Her mouth dropped slightly when she saw Dean half naked and her eyes lit up. Dean grabbed his mandatory jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket before turning back to the bathroom. Athena smirked to herself before grabbing her own clothes and leaning against the wall beside the bathroom door. Dean came out after five minutes, running a hand through his still wet hair, and Athena slipped in behind him. He threw himself onto the bed, and glared at the ceiling.
Adriana gave Sam a glance, but saw that his eyes were not meeting hers. She sighed. Him kissing her had made it awkward, which upset her because she missed her best friend. She walked over to Dean's bed and crouched down in front of it. "Dean?"
He didn't turn to her. "What?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. "You okay?"
Dean nodded. "I'm perfect."
"You're lying. What's bothering you?"
He sighed. "This whole case. Being back home... it's just... it's memories I buried and memories I wanted to kept buried." Then he turned towards her, smirking. "And I haven't had sex in a while," He said teasingly and she rolled her eyes.
"But you have to face those memories sometime. You can't just hide from them."
Dean's face darkened. "I can hide if I want to. Everyone has secrets Drie," he said, and Adriana didn't reply, her secret playing heavily on her mind. She stood up and walked away from him, bumping into Athena as she returned from the bathroom.
"Oh Dean? You want a solution to the last problem? Here's one right here," she said, pointing to Athena, before entering the recently vacated bathroom. Dean groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. Athena wore a confused expression but shrugged and grabbed the keys, jangling them.
Dean sat up. "Right. To drive my car, there are conditions."
Athena laughed. "Really Dean? Because after all, you're not just letting me drive it out of the goodness of your heart, are you. I won," she said, rubbing it in and Dean transferred his glare to the tall girl.
"Whatever," He said, shaking off his bad mood. "All right, Sammy, you ready to go?" He asked, but Sam shook his head.
"I think it'll work better if you and Athena go," Sam said. "It'll just work better since you both a lot about cars and neither Drie nor I do."
Dean smirked, returning back to his usual self. "I was hoping to use Drie's good looks to our advantage," He joked. "We could just let her flirt and we'd be golden to getting whatever questions we wanted answered."
Sam and Adriana glared at him but Athena piped up, smirking from the corner. "What, my looks aren't good enough?" she asked, in a tone that made them unsure as to whether she was joking or not.
Dean didn't even look at her as he crossed the room and replied, also smirking. "I haven't noticed your looks... Unlike you," he said before opening the door to the motel. Athena rolled her eyes, following him but jangling the car keys purposefully.
Adriana turned to Sam. "Why hasn't he screwed her yet?" she asked, sounding almost worried about Dean's lack of a sex life.
Sam shook his head, laughing. "Because he's unpredictable, and enjoys being so," he stated.
Adriana couldn't help but agree, then glanced around once the two had exited the motel room. "I guess it's just us two..." She said, awkwardly rubbing her arm.
Sam nodded. "Yeah..." He started to say more, but she cut him off.
"Sam, I'm sorry about last night... I don't know what came over me-"
"You shouldn't be sorry, Drie," Sam said quietly. "It was my fault."
She glanced down. "I know it's only been a few hours, but I miss my best friend," She told him softly, a small innocent like pout on her face.
"I missed mine too," Sam said. Dean was right, she would've been very helpful to subtly flirt and extract information. A small curl had sprung forward, brushing against her face. Sam smiled and reached out and pulled it. It went straight until he let it go, then it sprung back into a curl.
Adriana laughed at him. "You are so weird. Weirder than your brother," she told him.
Sam arched his eyebrows. "You know, that's a pretty big insult," he said, poking her in the leg.
Adriana giggled before assuming a mock hurt expression. "Ow," she said, pouting again.
Sam smiled at her silliness "Delayed reaction much," he said, his smile turning into a smirk as he teased her.
"Hey you. I've beaten you plenty of times," she said, whacking his shoulder.
He laughed. "Drie, you've only beaten me because I let you win," He said as he plopped down onto the bed and grabbed the remote, flipping the television on.
She pouted as she sat down beside him. "That's just heartless. You're taking away the only thing I've held dear all these years," She told him, feigning hurt.
Sam shook his head. "Hold onto the fact you've beaten Dean, that's a bigger deal."
She laughed. "Maybe I wanna hold it over my best friend's head that I can beat him," She told him, raising an eyebrow almost challengingly.
"You sure you wanna go there, little one?" Sam questioned Adriana, attempting to rile her up.
The mention of her height instantly set her eyes ablaze. "Damn straight I do," she said, standing and brushing her hair out of her face. She took a fighting stance for the second time in two nights. "Come at me, Giganto," she goaded Sam, who was calmly sitting on the bed. He rolled his eyes and mimicked her stance.
Adriana swung first. She normally did. Sam had this strategy where if he stood there for long enough, people would get infuriated and fight worse. He caught her fist easily, pushing it back in her direction, before ducking as she swung a leg. She was extremely lithe, her petite figure gave her immense speed over his long limbs and she was flexible as hell. She ducked under all his swings, evading everything he threw at her, and replying with her own just as fast. She swung a fist at him, and it caught it in one hand. She swung the other and he did the same before pushing her back against the wall before she could kick him.
She laughed. "That's not fair!" She exclaimed, glaring up at him. The difference between fighting with Sam and fighting with Dean, was with Sam it was more playful. With Dean, she felt like she had something to prove and had to beat him. She couldn't joke around with it like she could when she fought with Sam.
Sam laughed as well, sweeping her up and carrying her bridal style. "I think this is funny," He stated, grinning as he carried her over to the bed.
"It's not funny! It's cruel and unusual! Just because I'm small and tiny doesn't mean you have to pick me up like I'm five!" She exclaimed, clearly not happy about being carried.
He just continued to laugh before dumping her unceremoniously onto the bed. She started to sit up to hit him, but he knew what her plan was. He quickly grabbed her wrists and straddled her waist, stopping her from further hitting, punching or damaging him in any way she could think of. She laughed, shaking her head, squirming to get out of his grasp.
"I hate you," she said, sounding quite certain as she sulked underneath him.
"Oh I bet you do," he said in a tone of voice quite unlike his usual one. Adriana cocked her head in curiosity, rather she tried to but being pinned to the pillow made it somewhat hard.
"Why is that?" she asked, her tone slightly cautious. Sam leaned down, just above her face, making her intake breath quickly.
"Hold still," he said to her, brushing her hair out of her face.
Adriana froze in anticipation as her best friends lips touched hers again. He brushed the hair out of her eyes as he kissed her, and she pulled her arm free, sliding a hand around the back of his neck. Sam kissed her more deeply, not pulling away like before, supporting his body weight above her, his hands on either side of her head. She brought her other hand up and tangled it in his shaggy brunette locks, holding him closer and making sure he couldn't pull away. But she didn't need to worry, because he had no desire to do so this time.
His hand rested on her side, before sliding down to her hip, tracing circles and spiral on the skin revealed. He felt her shiver beneath him at the touch. She pushed her body into his, trying to find more purchase, to kiss him more deeply. He parted her lips gently with his tongue and she gasped quietly as he continued to kiss her. Sam slid his hand across her lower back, pressing his fingers into it gently. Adriana pulled herself out from under him, lying her weight along him. Sam closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her being on him and kissing him. Dean was right, she was a good kisser, an excellent kisser. The thought of how she'd learnt how to kiss, with other guys and not him, made him kiss her harder, more possessively.
Her hair fell down over her shoulders, curtaining them as she leaned down towards him trying to match him in the kiss. He slid his hand through her hair, pushing it back away from her face, tangling into her messy curls from sleep. As he slid his other hand down her body, she arched her back against him at his touch until he rested his hand on her upper leg, just below where the material of her underwear stopped on her thigh. He deepened the kiss a bit, meeting her tongue with his and he heard a soft, high-pitched moan escape Adriana's lips, causing him to shudder a bit and groan in the kiss.
She tugged at his shirt, running her hands under it, over his hard chest, feeling him shiver beneath her. He slid his hands onto her ass, pressing her into him, causing her to gasp again, as she continued to kiss him. Sam broke the kiss to look at her.
"Drie..." he said, cupping her face gently.
She captured his lips with hers silently, not wanting him to talk. Just needing to feel him. She moved to straddle him, but his hands found her waist. With a squeal from Adriana, Sam flipped them, so he was on top once again. He couldn't make sense of it, but to him this just felt right. One of her small hands softly rested on the back of his neck, playing with his locks of hair as she kissed him. The small, tight t-shirt she had slipped on previously before Dean and Athena had left was riding up, exposing her tan, tone stomach to him.
Sam moved his kisses down to her neck, kissing down her jaw softly. Adriana arched her neck back, to give him more room. She moaned softly when his lips touched her neck as he gently sucked on her skin. He ran his hands across the exposed flesh of her stomach, gripping her hips.
Sam drew her closer to him, running his hands down her side. Adriana giggled into the kiss, squirming away from him as he touched her.
"Ticklish Drie?" he murmured while kissing her.
She giggled again against his lips as she felt his hands slip under her shirt, teasingly and lightly brushing against her sides and stomach. She gasped at the contact, trying not to giggle or squirm, but it was useless. She flexed her stomach as she squirmed underneath him, leaving him to wonder how in the world someone could be so cute in an intense make-out session. Sam kissed her collar bone gently, before sliding her shirt up around her ribs, leaving her stomach fully visible. Adriana shivered as the initial breeze hit her and Sam drew her into him. He leant over her, kissing her neck as she arched her bare skin towards him. He pulled back for a second and Adriana met his eye before struggling out of her top. Sam had seen her in a bra plenty of times, but not like this. Never like this.
Her body responded of its own accord as her hips pushed up off of the bed to brush against his. He closed his eyes briefly, growling deep in his throat and fighting back a deep desire he had for the blonde girl that started to grow. He closed his eyes, pushing the thoughts back because he didn't want to take this any further than she did. Instead, his hips pushed back down against hers, causing her to moan his name softly. Her moans and arching of her back did nothing to help push his thoughts away, they only intensified.
Sam leaned down, pressing their bodies to the bed, kissing his way down her body. Adriana wound her hands in his hair, making small cries as his lips glided against her smooth stomach. Sam kissed her stomach, running a hand up her side, and just resting it below her breast. Adriana used her hands in Sam's hair to pull his face back up to hers and kiss him deeply. Their hips pressed together once again, giving Sam a sudden ache. He fought the urge, instead kissing her deeply.
She moaned in the kiss as she felt his tongue on hers, causing Sam to growl again. He wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer if she kept moaning. Her voice was getting to him in ways he didn't think were possible. She tangled her hands in his hair more tightly, pulling it a little, to which Sam could only smirk at. Little, tiny Adriana was aggressive, something he hadn't expected. Although, the more he thought about it, the more he realized she would be very aggressive with her stubbornness and attitude she had. And her 'stubbornness' seemed to show through more and more as she pressed herself harder into him.
"Sam," she said, her voice needy. Sam took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He was going to have to stop soon as much as he didn't want to. Adriana kissed him and slid his hand from her hip up her side. Sam took the hint and cupped her breast through her bra, feeling the swell of it in his hand. Adriana moaned louder, and Sam gently squeezed it.
She rested a hand on the back of his neck softly pulling him back into a kiss as his hand massaged her breast through her bra, the other tracing spiral on her hip. He started to trail his hand from her hip, lower but the sound of the doorknob turning, and the door opening was enough to break him from his thoughts. With his thoughts broken, his head began to clear and he slowly began to realize what he was doing. He was making out with his best friend. He quickly pulled away from her as she reached for her shirt, blushing bright red. He hadn't seen Adriana blush since high school.
Sam was afraid to glance up at who had walked in on them because he already knew who it was. He knew it was Dean and he knew Dean had the biggest smirk on his face and a witty retort ready to use to make the situation worse.