Chick-flick Moments Man

Ben was fine and nothing serious was going on, so the 3 Winchester's left as soon as Dean had enough heartache to last him a lifetime. Sam and Ashley were arguing playfully about whether it was better to be a sprinter or a long distance runner. Dean was just staring down the black highway as he drove and drove. Nobody knew where they were going, other than Dean needed to get out of there.

They had been driving for hours and finally Sam gave up and fell asleep against the Impala's col window. Ashley looked up at Dean's stone faced reflection in the rear-view mirror.

"De" she asked, using the childhood nickname he had carried "why didn't you take me with you when you went to Lisa's?"

"I wasn't thinking straight" Dean said still staring down the highway.

"She told me she kept asking why I wouldn't come live with you guys."

"Cuz I didn't think you would want to be with us."

"Why can't you stop thinking and ask!" As soon as Ashley's voice rose a level, she felt bad. "I'm sorry De"

"Just get some sleep; we'll be in California in a bit."

"Got anything" Dean asked from his perch on the stained motel bed closest to the door.

"Uh just maybe a spirit in a house couple blocks away" Ashley answered, rubbing a hand over her tired face.

"Sounds cut and dry."

"Yeah, once Sam gets back we'll go."

"Look Ash," Dean said swinging his legs off the bed "I didn't even know if Lisa would take me in, let alone my annoying sister. By the time she realized Sammy was gone and I ditched you, I was all settled into my apple pie life and forgot all about asking you to join me."

"Its fine Dean, just drop it" Ashley said closing the lid to the laptop.

"No its not. I betrayed this family and now you don't-" Dean's voice caught in his throat and a single perfect tear rolled down his right eye. Dean barely cried, but when he does all hell breaks loose.

"De" Ashley started towards the bed, but Dean wouldn't lift his head to look at his baby sister. Instead, she kneeled down in front of her shaking her brother. When Dean gets emotional it is not easy to console the big toughie. "De, look at me please" she said, putting her hands on the side of his face.

"Why are you still here?" Dean asked with a hint of anger behind his words.

Dropping her hands, Ashley rocked back onto the balls of her feet and crossed her arms across her chest "I'll leave if-"

"No. I meant why haven't you run?"

"Cuz we are family."

"Ash-"

"No Dean, we are going to drop all this crap. We are stronger together, we aren't better apart. We will be the 3 musketeers again; got it?"

Dean finally looked up at her and had gotten his emotions back under control and nodded.

"You know" Ashley chuckled, "for a big 'tough man' you sure like chick-flick moments."

"Shut up" Dean croaked out of his dry throat, slowly getting control over his body again.

"Sure thing Dean" Ashley said throwing up her hands in total defeat and placing them on Dean's shoulders to help pull herself up.

"I'm going to go talk to the people in the house, tell Sam to put my food in the fridge" she said slamming the door to the hotel.

"It's the evil step father" she announced to the room as she floated in and grabbed the salad stowed in the mini-fridge.

"Alright, where's the body?" Sam asked, finishing his sandwich.

"Cremated, except for his brain" she sang.

"Excuse me?" Dean chocked on his soda.

"Donated to science" she smiled as she stuffed her mouth full of the greens.

"Awesome" Dean said shaking his head.

"We are leaving in 5" she said, scarfing down the rest of her salad and finishing Dean's fries. Ashley grabbed the salt and the gas as he walked out the front door to the Impala.

"The hell got into her pants?" Sam asked.

"Chick-flick moments man" Dean said grabbing the car keys "you got 4 now buddy" he said, joyfully closing the door on Sam's poor lost puppy dog face.

The hunt had gone down with no problems and the 3 hunters came back to the motel just before the sun peaked over the horizon. Ashley climbed into the bed closest to the door and curled up with her back to the door. She had just started to doze off when the bed's weight shifted ever so slightly- Dean was trying not to wake his sleeping sister, even though he was totally confused as to why she was in his bed. Ashley rolled over onto her other side, allowing her to see Dean staring at the celling, not able to fall asleep.

"Do you want me to just sleep on the floor?" she asked sitting up after seeing the look on Dean's face.

"No uh, I just haven't slept in a few days. Damn dreams" Dean chuckled.

"Wow you are a baby" she whispered as she flopped back down. "Just sleep, you may be my big bro and weirded out by sharing a bed with me, but it could be Jumbo here."

"You're right, just no sibling hanky panky."

"Sleep buddy" Ashley said as she put her head down on his shoulder and instantly fell asleep. Dean was close to follow and was oddly comforted by Ashley's presence. But that was just because she was family right? He didn't have to pretend to be macho around Ash; she was strong enough for the both of them. With the comfort of his sister's heavy head down on his shoulder, he closed his eyes and let sleep finally take over.

Ashley was first to get up, so she went for a quick run and came back to take a shower. Both boys were still asleep when she got in, so she indulged in a long hot shower. After about 20 minutes of letting the water run down her back she heard shouting coming from the living room. Quickly toweling off, Ashley grabbed her pistol from the counter, before becoming kind of dizzy. Once she got steady again she sneaked out of the bathroom.

"Dammit guys" she said throwing down the gun onto the closest bed when she saw her brothers fighting. She jumped in between the two brothers, opening herself up to a punch from each before they realized what happened.

"Shit" Sam breathed out, seeing the mark on her forehead, "sorry Ash" he said.

"Like hell you are Sam!" she spat before turning to look at Dean "the fuck boy?" she yelled in his face. "Sit, both of you!"

AN: Tell me what you think!