Mother Figure

May contain some scary images

Next time Ashley woke up she was lying on the one bed in the room. On her right Dean was passed out sitting up against the side of the bed with his head leaning back and mouth open. On her left Sam was curled up with his back towards her. Must be bad if both her brothers were surrounding her. Since Dean was closest in proximity, Ashley ran her hand through his hair to wake him up without an adrenaline spike.

"Hey" he said sitting up straighter and turning towards her "how you feeling?"

"Fine, what happened?" she whispered so she didn't wake Sam up.

"You passed out and fell on something sharp" Sam said rolling over.

"Thought you were asleep" Dean said with a certain sharpness as he looked over at Sam, unhappiness was spreading across his face. "Sam stitched you up this time, so anything goes wrong it's on him" Dean said standing up and pulling on his shoes.

"What got into your pants?" Ashley asked Dean as she struggled to sit up with the stiffness in her side.

"Nothing" he said curtly as he tied his stiff leather boots.

"The hell Dean" she yelled, wincing slightly at the pain from her side. "When I was acting like a baby you fought it out of me. Don't make me get up and kick your ass again" Ashley warned with a voice that sounded like a mother's.

"I'm going to get food, want anything" he threw the question over to Sam trying to ignore Ashley.

"No" Sam said rolling over to his side again.

"I do, take my ass with you" she threatened Dean, earning a chuckle out of Sam.

"Fine" Dean sighed, squatting next to the bed to allow Ashley to hop on his back and he headed out the door.

The whole trip out to the dinner was quiet, even though Ashley had tried to talk to Dean. Finally on the way back, Dean started to answer all the questions she had fired at him the way up.

"You look like Mom did" Dean said to the silence in the car.

"I do?" she asked in complete shock.

"Yeah" Dean chuckled "and you got the same fire in you that she had."

"That's why…you couldn't stand the look of me."

"Problem is, I wanted to be around you, but all I saw was Mom and it hurt too much."

"Well I keep getting hurt and I just want to get better. But being around you kept getting me re-hurt! So what should I just pack my shit and leave?" She was trying to reason with Dean and from the look on his face she was winning.

"No chick flick moments" Dean smiled as he pulled into the motel's parking lot.

Both Winchesters saw the door to the room kicked in at the same time. Ashley went running in to see Sam knocked out on the floor. "Sam" she yelled, waking him only enough to gt a moan out of him. She quickly checked him over to see the only injuries were a split lip and a big bump forming under his shaggy brown hair that seriously needed a comb.

"Sammy, you're okay, come on get up" she pleaded running her fingers through his hair trying to get the tangles out.

"Hey Sammy!" Dean barked, causing Ashley to jump. "Sam" he yelled pulling Sam up to as much of a seated position as he could. Instead Sam's body just slumped forward, similar to when it did after he had been stabbed. The sight had caused Ashley to go into full panic mode. No matter what Dean did, Sam would not wake up and Dean could tell it was hurting Ashley more than ever before.

"Ash, go sit on the car" Dean barked, yet his voice was still filled with concern. All Ashley could think about was how scared she would be if Sam left her alone with Dean again. What would Dean do this time, leave her at Bobby's? She knew it wasn't anything serious and that Sam had only been knocked out like he had about a thousand times before, he had to be alright. It had been about 10 minutes since she had walked outside when she heard the door to the building open and close gently behind whoever had invaded her thoughts.

"Hey" Sam said taking seat on the Impala's hood next to Ashley.

"You scared me" she sniffled.

"Just got clocked" Sam said trying to make light of the situation.

"Still."

"I know, Dean told me. Sorry Ash."

"What did he do to wake you up?"

"Uh, poured a couple shots down my throat" he said with a chuckle.

"Taste good?"

"Nope, woke me up instantly along with emptying my stomach."

"Good, now I know the trick. Who did it anyways?"

"I don't know. But got a case." Sam said jumping off the hood and helping Ashley to her feet as well before he walked back into the building.

AN: Good news guys! I cant stop writing even if school work is looming over my head...yay! So here is the next part, expect more tomorrow! Tell me what you guys think! Enjoy!