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i went to see West Side Story play tonight with my mom. Let's just say it's 2:30 AM, my head hurts and i have the main theme of WSS in my head D:

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Chapter 26: Hunted Part 2

"I can't believe I just let him go!" Dean screamed, wailing the duffels into the Impala and slamming the trunk. I winced at the echoing it made through out the parking lot. It made me want to get in the passenger seat and shut the door extra soft. I shifted on my feet for a minute, watching him.

He was stressed, but anyone could see that. Hell, everyone had heard it. Dean didn't always act this way; he was extremely agitated and worried. At first, when he told me what had happened on the bed, he was upset. I mean, geez, he was damn near close to crying he was that upset. It made me want to raise John from the dead just so I could smack him. Impossible, yes, but worth it. Who the hell does that? What kind of parent leaves their kid with duties like that? Not an 'I love you' or 'take care of your family.' No. 'Kill Sam and Andy if they somehow turn dark side and get out of line.' Granted, what Dean had said was somewhat sugarcoated. But when you stripped away the sugary goodness, that was the main point.

After the hug was when I started to really worry about him. Not that nearly breaking down on my shoulder again hadn't rattled me. I pulled back, running my hand through his hair. He then started getting antsy and every minute that passed by seemed to make him angry. Like the clock that was ticking, telling us how much time Sam had had ahead of us was mocking him somehow. Then he started collecting things, haphazardly throwing clothes and bathroom items into the duffel bags. Ever heard of women cleaning when they were upset? Dean was like the male version of that but worse. I kept worrying a bottle of shampoo would accidently fly out of his hand and hit me or knock something over.

I sat back and watched him, afraid to interrupt the amount of colorful cursing now decorating the room. But when we made it out to the car, he started to actually form sentences. Which I was thankful for. I think the F word five times during a six worded sentence was a little too much for me.

"It's not your fault." I said gently.

"How is not my fault!?" He screamed, not angry at me but at himself. Hell, angry at his father. "I'm supposed to look out for the kid." His voice broke on 'kid' and he looked at his shoes, running a hand over his face. "It's my job Andy. My dad gave me one thing to do and I can't even do that right."

"Hey," I said gently, going up to cup his forlorn face. He looked like the last puppy in the box on the street. The one no one wanted but had the biggest heart and the most loving eyes. I stroked his cheek. "It's not your fault." I repeated because it wasn't. I wasn't bullshitting him. How could any of this be his fault? It dawned on me that Dean liked to take the fault. It was so much easier to blame himself for things out of his control. He didn't believe me; I could tell with the bullshit nod he was trying to pull off. "Give me one good reason why it would be your fault." I shook my head as he remained silent; reaching a hand up to stroke the one I had on his face. "Sam left after you went back to sleep. What? Are we supposed to put a homing device on him now? A tracking device in his molar? Sam's a grown up, Dean. He left because he wanted to. How is that your fault?"

Dean put one of his hands on my arm and pulled me into his embrace, holding me tightly. "What would I do without you?" He asked me; softly and unsure. Like one day I was going to fall into a manhole and that'd be the end of me.

"You'd blame yourself for forest fires and hurricanes and any other natural disaster that came up on the TV, that's what." I said with a small smile, letting him rub my back for a few minutes before I pulled away. "Which are as far out of your control as this is."

"We have to find him." Dean said seriously, kissing my head for the joke but not letting a smile decorate his handsome face. It was a shame. If I had to total up the frowns and smiles this guy had in his life, you'd frown too.

I pulled him to the passenger seat and when he realized what I was actually doing he pulled back, stopping me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to an AC/DC concert." I said sarcastically and he glared. I motioned to the seat. "Come on, what do you think I'm doing?"

"I'm driving." Dean said, going over to the driver's seat.

I hurried in the passenger seat and crawled over into the drivers, locking the door. He pulled on the door handle, not amused. I rolled down the window and waved the car keys at him. He looked confused and patted his jean pocket and swore. I smiled. "Don't you need keys for that?"

He was upset and stressed and I knew driving the Impala calmed him down but I wasn't taking any chances. You think flying shampoo bottles was all I had to worry about? How about wrecking the car and dealing with bleeding into your abdomen? Yeah, not fun times.

"Come on, babe." I said, trying to be soothing and not irritatingly babying. "Let me drive for a while." He sighed and finally nodded, heading over to passenger and getting in. I smiled, turning the engine over and pulled out of the parking lot. "Seat belt." I sing-songed putting on the turn signal.

Dean rolled his eyes, refusing to do so and muttered a 'bite me' shortly after it.

"So soon?" I asked; turning and rolling up the window. "Don't we still have scars from yesterday?"

Dean smiled slightly and smirked, looking at his lap. I let out a small laugh and leaned over to grab one of his hands, squeezing it tightly. I'm glad I was making him smile. The frown just didn't do justice for those lips of his. Soft and plump made his smiles look dazzling and the pout was always one of my favorites. But frowning? No thank you.

"So where do you think he'd go?" I asked, needing to change the subject to business mode. You could literally see the shift on Dean's face. No more smiles or smirking; all work and no play makes Jack…

"I don't know. He was pretty upset."

"Maybe we should try calling him?" I offered but I knew that was a long shot.

Dean looked at me skeptically. "Andy. Come on. He took off in the middle of the night, pissed to hell with me. He obviously wanted to be alone; odds are he isn't going to pick up the damn phone."

"Sorry." The idea wasn't exactly the smartest shot but he didn't need to bang it like that. "Just rolling ideas around in my head." I tried not to take his tone and what he said so personally. Nothing was against me.

"Although maybe if you called him…" His tone was almost accusatory and I let go of his hand then, all of a sudden wanting two on the wheel.

"Don't even start Dean." I said somewhat angrily.

"I'm just saying…"

"Yeah, well don't. Okay? This isn't about my charm alright? He'll know I'm calling for you." I grunted slightly, gripping the wheel. "Let's just forget the whole phone call thing okay? Bad idea on my part." I muttered and rolled my eyes at the space in front of me.

"Sorry." He muttered after a few minutes and I sighed. I think we both needed more sleep after the beers we had had last night.

I shook my head. "It's okay."

"No, I shouldn't be snapping at you. You didn't do anything. You didn't hold this big secret above everyone's head. Plus, I've got a massive headache." Dean sighed, trailing off and rubbing his forehead.

"And everything's setting you off." I finished for him and he nodded. "Making you feel shitty and so much more tired than you thought you were."

He nodded, removing his hand. "Yeah," He said somewhat weirded out by my good guess of things. "How'd you know that?"

"Oh, that's what a period is." I said, taking a look at Dean and smiling at him. "Congratulations, besides the loss of blood, you're a woman."

Dean looked at me for a moment before a fit of laughs escaped him. I sat back and smiled, watching him for a moment before I put my eyes back on the empty road in front of me.

He leaned in close to me after much of his laughter was done and gave me a firm, yet soft, kiss on my cheek. He nuzzled his nose against my neck and leaned his forehead against the side of me head. I giggled slightly, pushing myself against his touch.

"I love you." He said; his tone thankful and loving.

I smiled, pulling back and turning to kiss his nose. "I love you too. Hey, maybe we can call Ellen?" Dean pulled back and nodded, looking for his phone. "Maybe Sam contacted her. We should go through a list of contacts we all have in common and see of he's gone to see anyone. Ellen, Bobby…um…"

Dean smirked and continued looking around. "Yeah, babe, that's pretty much all the people we know."

I grimaced as I remembered Meg had killed off the other half of John's friends. I shrugged. "At least the list is short?"

He sat up and turned around, scrounging around the backseat to look for his cell. "Yeah, but if he hasn't talked to anybody we're pretty much back where we started."

I groaned. "One problem at a time. Can't find your cell?" I asked, watching him search behind the seats. "Sure you didn't shove it in your duffel? Where's your leather jacket?"

Dean sighed, aggravated. "In the fucking duffel." He turned around and sat back in a huff.

I checked the rearview and side mirror and ooh big surprise, no cars and pulled over on the side of the road. I unbuckled my seat and leaned over, kissing his cheek. "I'll go get it. And some Advil for your head."

"Thanks." He muttered, watching me get out and head around to the trunk.

I sighed and gazed in on him through the back window. He was leaning his elbows on his knees and rubbing his head. My face scrunched up in sympathy and my heart ached for him. He was taking this whole Sam disappearance thing pretty rough. I mean, I knew that being the older brother gave him some overwhelming sense of responsibility over Sam but this wasn't his fault. He didn't just sit back and watch him leave. Although, with the information he told him he should have known Sam might have done something stupid. If something happened to him Dean would never forgive himself. We'd have to find him. We just had to; Dean wouldn't have it any other way. And hell, neither would I.

I tried looking for a bottle of water so he could take these pills but all I found was an energy drink. I grimaced. I knew Dean hated these things. And I mean; he had good reason. All they ever tasted like was watered down lollypops and battery acid. I grabbed it anyways and put it under my arm and found our duffel lying on its side on top of the weapons case near the back. I moved to get it and yelped as the can slipped out from under my arm and onto my foot.

"Damnit." I seethed, letting out a shallow breath and shaking my foot slightly. I let the damn thing roll under the car and focused on ignoring the pain my big toe was in and finding the damn zipper on the duffel.

"You alright?" Dean asked, opening the car door slightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said; the roll of my eyes clearly in my voice. "Dropped a freaking can on my foot." Dean seemed to chuckle, forgetting his headache for the moment. I rolled my eyes; lucky me. "Keep laughing it up; you'll be taking those pills dry." I said wryly and his laugh died off and he shut the door.

I opened the duffel, going through the clothes and the bathroom items he'd chaotically thrown in there. He was lucky I had checked to make sure the bottles were closed and everything. Otherwise we'd have minty toothpaste and cinnamon body wash coated clothes from now on. I finally found his leather jacket, slipping it on and searching the pockets. I found his cell and held onto the Advil as I closed the trunk. I bent down on my knees, searching for the asshole can. It was right under the passenger seat and I stood back up, heading over to open Dean's door. I handed him the Advil and his cell and went back on my knees grabbing the battery acid.

"Here." I said, fishing it into his hands and standing back up. I winced as I felt small rocks engrave themselves in my knees and I brushed them off. I went to close the door but Dean grabbed my arm, pulling me to sit on his lap. "Dean…shouldn't we be driving?"

Dean pulled me against him and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against my chest and I felt the stubble on his chin tickle the beginning of my breasts. "Give me a minute." He said softly. "You make my headache so much better."

I chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck and kissing the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm sure, with the view you're getting." I wisecracked but then I felt his eyes flutter close and I moved my hands to his temples, massaging gently. He groaned appreciatively and I kissed his head one more time. "Come on, take the Advil and I'll call Ellen."

Eh, I guess we could take a few minutes. Calling Ellen wouldn't do anything unless Sam was there and could keep him there. We were a long way away from the Roadhouse and if we started driving there and Sam wasn't there anyways we'd just be wasting time. At least wasting time this way was making Dean feel a little bit better.

I took the phone off his lap and dialed Ellen's number as Dean pulled back and swallowed the Advil with the energy drink. He grimaced and made a face at the can, motioning it to me and I shrugged. He spilled out the rest as the phone rang and threw the can out on the side of the dirt road.

Ellen picked up around the fourth ring, loud bar music playing in the back. They were open already? But as I looked at Dean's watch it was nearing 12:30. The clinkering of glass was next and the shot of someone at pool. Huh…good speakers on the phone.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse, Ellen speaking…" Before I could even get a word in she sighed and said, "Hey honey, I knew you'd be calling some time today."

"Hi Ellen." I said with a small smile. Last time she and I hadn't gotten off on really good terms, seeing as how I returned her daughter from a hunt…barely. I got lucky, thank God. I think she was maybe expecting Dean to call her because she cleared her throat and her voice got gruff.

"Hey Andy, how's Dean?"

Dean leaned his head back on my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. I stroked his hair and made sure my fingernails massaged his scalp a little. "He's been better. I'm guessing Sam was there seeing as how you were expecting Dean to call." There was a pause and I could tell she was literally stacking up the excuses to tell me nothing about where Sam was. "Where is he?" She sighed and I felt like I was gonna cry and scream at her all of a sudden. "Just…is he at least okay?"

She sighed again which made me feel like she was huffing the bar smoke around her and confirmed my suspicions when she coughed. "He's fine." I guess she knew what it felt like to want to cry and yell all at once. Hell, she had let loose some of that on all of us when we brought Jo back. "He made me promise not to tell you where he is."

Guess I couldn't really go with, 'Sam is Dean's responsibility and I demand you tell us'. Sam wasn't a toddler lost in a department store. "Come on, Ellen, please." I was in no mood to full on beg this woman and Dean lifted his head from my chest, observing me. I smiled slightly at him, trying to reassure. He motioned to hand him the phone and I just ended up putting it on speaker, I wasn't going to be left out of any conversation.

Dean cleared his throat, picking up from what I said seeing as how Ellen still hadn't said anything. I felt the need to tell her that this was none of her damn business. Sam wasn't her son and she had no right to keep any secrets he told her. But I bit my tongue and just watched Dean.

"Ellen, please." You could tell how really worried Dean was about Sam. "Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid."

It was amazing that just yesterday he wanted to punch Sam so hard that he wouldn't be able to walk. And now he was taking all that back; just wanting to make sure he was okay. That's how you knew Dean loved his little brother.

Ellen sighed and I felt like reaching through the phone and grabbing her. "Now, Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever."

"That's bullshit Ellen." I hissed, wanting to remind her on how well that had worked with her daughter. I pulled myself off of Dean and circled to get in the drivers seat. Dean closed the door and I started the car. "Well, I say screw that. Andy's right." And I smiled. "What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks Ellen."

He hung up and exchanged glances with me. "What the hell is he doing in Indiana?" I asked, pulling back on the road.

"Who cares?" Dean threw a hand through his hair. "Let's just get there. Now."

Didn't need to tell me twice. I pushed on the gas.

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"And how do you know Sam's staying at the Blue Rose Motel?" Dean asked, shifting in his seat and turned down the radio.

I tried to remember the directions Ash had given me. Was it turn left or right at the fifth light? "Um, I called Ash and asked him to run credit card matches for all the motels in Lafayette. Surprisingly eight motels and not a lot of people with names like Jordon Befficle.

Dean grinned and pointed slightly at his chest. "Thought of that one myself."

I rolled my eyes. "I bet you did." I let out a small giggle when his grin disappeared instantly. "Luckily, that was the only credit card he had in his wallet, otherwise we'd have to go through all of them. And with the names you pick…" I turned to look at him and he shrugged nonchalantly like he was a genius and turned to look out the window. "We most likely would have been on the phone with Ash for two whole days."

"Names I come up with aren't that difficult."

I looked at him skeptically. "Name three names that you even remember using…and Herman Munster does not count."

"Why not?" He whined and I couldn't help a small smile.

"Because that ones easy, come on…and I want full names. Priests don't count."

"Well, if you don't even remember the full names I give out how do you know that I'm not just gonna give you bullshit ones?"

I looked at him and he smiled, cocking his head slightly. I smirked. "Good point. I win out by default."

"You never win."

"Just did." I turned my head to look at him and stuck my tongue out. He smirked and rolled his eyes, leaning his head back on the seat.

We drove another ten minutes and I finally spotted the Blue Rose Motel and pulled into the parking lot. Of all the motels in Lafayette, this had to be the cheapest. I mean from where I was sitting, the place hardly looked kept together. Maybe it was like a 'can't judge a book by its cover' thing. I'd been to more motels that resembled that. That's why some weren't crowded like this one. One look at the outside and you drove away to find another.

I turned off the engine and sat for a moment, trying to think of the best way to approach Sam. "Want me to ask the desk clerk what room he checked into?"

"Unless you want to play door to door salesman." Dean commented wryly.

"Eh, I could be the oldest Girl Scout." I offered, sliding a hand across Dean's thigh.

He smiled, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me up out of my seat and into his chest. I made a small squealing noise and grinned as I collided with him. He gave me a small kiss. "Like with a really short sexy skirt?"

I shrugged, giving him a kiss on his forehead. "Well, you could dress me if you want…" And then a kiss on the bridge of his nose and the patch of skin above his lips. "Seeing as how you'll be the one I'm selling the cookies too." And then finally I gave him a passionate kiss, pushing my hands and chest against his own. He smiled against my lips, trying to pull me even closer.

Finally he pulled back. "You have those thin mint cookies?"

I giggled, leaning off him and pulled the keys out to put them in the pocket of the leather jacket.

"All you can buy." I said sultrily and he raised his eyebrows, a small smile dipping his lips and dimpling his cheeks.

I rolled up the too long sleeves as I got out and shut the door. He got out as well and I went to grab his hand from behind him. He pulled on my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles as we went into the entrance of the motel, coming to a front desk.

We approached the desk and I watched the jittery blonde on the phone. It was obviously a personal phone call and I tried not to pay too much attention to it. But this woman, I had to admit, was interesting to look at. She was obviously way past forty, in her late fifties? She had on a long sea green sparkly skirt and a hot pink top on. Top it all off her hair was blonde. And when I say blonde I'm talking about nearly radioactive white. She was trying too hard. 'Obvious' was the main word that had to do with this woman.

I watched as she twisted her hair, which was still stuck in another era along with the hairstylist that did it, through her fingers. She took a break from chewing on a pencil and started smacking the gum around she had in her mouth. Now she just sounded like a cow chomping on grass.

"But Tony, you said we could go out tonight!" She saw us in front of her and gave us a sickening grin and told us to hold on a moment.

Dean and I looked at each other at the same time and he raised his eyebrows. 'Tony' he mouthed to me and I suppressed a giggle, looping my arm through his as he put them in his pockets. I leaned against him as Tony's lover finished her phone call and Dean left a gentle kiss on my head.

"Aw, that's cute." The blonde commented, having a strong southern drawl. I looked up from resting on Dean.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"That cute little kiss, it's cute, you do that all the time?" She asked Dean, leaning forward to rest her head on her hand, looking at him somewhat dreamily. I let out a smirk, smiling at Dean. This lady didn't threaten me. She could look at Dean like that and flirt all she wanted. Somehow when she did it, it made it…entertaining.

"Um…" Dean looked at me, like he was somewhat flustered. But then he looked at The Pink Lady, so what I was calling her, and nodded. "Yeah, um, I try to."

"Good for you sugar." She told me and winked and I smiled, shaking my head. This lady for some reason just made me want to smile. She was a character, I gave her that. "My Tony never looks at me or kisses me like your hunk does."

I smiled slightly. "Yeah, my 'hunk' is special all right." Dean bumped his hip against mine and smiled.

"You two married?" She asked and Dean and my head shot to hers, looking somewhat the same. Surprised and a 'where the hell did that come from?' look.

"Uh…n-nno." Dean stuttered and I nodded. He looked at me and scoffed, shaking his head. "Nope. No. We are not…."

I nodded, squeezing his arm. "I think she gets the point Dean."

"Well what are you two waiting for?" She gushed and I loved how she emphasized words for no reason at all. "You're young, beautiful and handsome, obviously in love…" She grinned and sat back, looking at us like she was ready to stick us on a cake. "I've been waiting for my Tony to propose myself."

Judging on how he wouldn't even take her out to dinner I wasn't seeing a marriage proposal in her near future. But I nodded and smiled. "Well, hopefully he'll ask you soon." I offered and she grinned at me.

"Let's hope!" She let out a shrill giggle and I could feel Dean shift awkwardly. This woman was harmless so I had no idea why he was suddenly uncomfortable. She was amusing if anything. "What can I help you with doll?"

"Um, we're looking for my brother."

"He has handsome as you?" She asked and it was actually funny because she was being serious. She wasn't cracking a smile or anything. Just sitting back and clicking things on her little pink computer.

Dean cleared his throat. "I'm so not going to answer that." He said politely and shifted his eyes to me.

"Um, he'd be under, Jordon Befficle."

The Pink Lady scrunched her nose and narrowed her eyes at us. "What kind of a last name is that?"

I drummed my fingers on the counter. "Russian." I said, not being able to think of anything else and shrugged as she typed the name into her computer.

"He's in room 456, checked in yesterday. Want me to ring him for you?"

Dean shook his head no. "No, we'll just drop on by. He's expecting us."

"Thank you." I said and smiled as Dean took my hand and pulled me away from the desk.

The Pink Lady winked at me as she motioned to Dean's back and waved. "You need anything my name's Sandy, darling."

Huh, ironic.

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"You've been quiet." I said as we walked around the motel layout looking for the 400 section. We were around 200 and couldn't seem to go up. But seeing as how the place was all one level, it had to be around here somewhere.

"Just keeping an eye out for 400." Dean said, his voice sounded far and quiet. "Damnit…" He made a U turn as the corner we just turned in led us in the 100's section.

"So Sandy was a hoot huh?" I asked him and giggled.

Dean just rolled his eyes. "She reminded me of your mother."

I gaped at him. "My mother was never that wild."

Dean shrugged and sighed as we finally found where the 400's started. "Eh, your mother had a wild streak in her. She wasn't so 'buckets-a-crazy' as Sandy is. But she was a trip."

I nodded, smiling fondly. Not that I could remember much but Dean was right. My mother had always been somewhat of a hippie. "Yeah…she was."

We kept walking as 405 turned into 420. It was silent and I was about to ask Dean if something was wrong when he spoke up. "She kind of had an interesting idea though…"

"What? That you're a hunk?" I wisecracked.

"About the marriage thing."

I pit stopped, also pulling Dean to a stop seeing as how he was holding my hand and leading. He turned back to look at my face and I searched his eyes for a moment. "Are you…are you serious?"

"Um…" He pulled his hand off mine, running it over his neck as his other hand rested on his hip. "I um…well I just meant…" He shook his head and I watched him stutter. Come on, Dean…sounds like? "One day, ya know?" He was trying to backpedal out of what he had said and he tried turning around.

"No, Dean, wait." I said, pulling on his arm to stop. "Would you want to? Like…seriously one day?"

Dean licked his lower lip and looked down at his fingers playing with that goddamn ring of his. "I wanna be with you…" He said gently. "Always." I smiled slightly. "But…I think we should wait until we're sure we wanna settle down. Ya know?"

"Until you're sure you wanna quit this job." I translated and he nodded.

"It's all I've ever done, I don't know if I can do anything else."

I ran a hand over his cheek. "I've known you all my life Dean. You can do anything."

He smiled warmly at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He kissed me, hard and passionate, filling my senses. Like that. He could pull me closer and kiss me hard and make me instantly weak in the knees. And blazing hot in some places while my whole spine shivered. Unbelievable.

I pulled back and smiled, taking both of his hands. "Come on, let's find your brother…hunk."

Dean chuckled, letting me lead him down the rows of motel rooms.

427…435…440…456.

"Wait." I told Dean before he could knock. "Maybe we should just make sure he's okay before we burst his bubble. He wanted to be alone so…let him be alone. If he's alright, what could happen?" I asked him and Dean nodded, pulling me back into the parking lot with him.

We hid behind this bush and watched for Sam through the huge window of the place. After ten minutes of waiting some of the bush was really starting to scratch my arms.

I grunted and Dean pulled me closer to him, pushing some of the bush away from me. "Maybe he's not home?" I asked and Dean shook his head, peering through the bush.

"There." He said finally, pointing to the window. I saw Sam standing near the window and I sighed, breathing relief. Thank God he was okay. I could feel Dean relax against me and I hadn't realized how tense he had actually been.

"Thank God you're okay." Dean muttered, mostly to himself but it was directed at Sam.

Sam moved to pull the curtains closed and I gawked as I saw a woman was behind him. I chuckled. "Looks like he's better than okay." I observed, watching Sam close the blinds.

"Sam, you sly dog." Dean replied with a laugh of his own.

Dean and I stood up in the bush and I brushed some dirt off my jeans. "Look at Sam…" I observed quietly. "Down and dirty in a motel room. Sounds a lot like someone." I said pointedly.

Dean shrugged and nearly pouted his lips as he said this. "What can I say? I'm a bad habit baby…"

"Huh." I said thoughtfully as Dean grinned, thinking and somewhat knowing he was cute. "Maybe I should quit you then." Dean frowned and followed me out of the bushes. "Should we go get them?" I asked, not helping the small disgusted tone in my voice.

Dean's face matched my voice. "That shit is like walking in on us…" He said and pointed to the door. Then his head cocked and he grinned. "With far less loud moaning I'm sure."

I shoved him and he laughed. "Well…I mean…it's not like Sam's never done it."

Dean groaned and interposed. "Don't remind me."

"I just mean…we'll be knocking. Not barging in."

"He's done that too."

"Besides the point." I said finally, a small smile at Dean's playful look. It dawned on me. "You want to walk in on him! That's kinky Dean."

Now Dean shoved me slightly, catching my arm before I tumbled. "Don't be dirty about it. It's more like an eye for an eye thing."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

He nuzzled my neck and I giggled as his nose tickled my skin. "You help me sleep at night." He gripped my waist and slid my arms around his neck. "How bout we bother Sandy for a room?"

Suddenly bullets shattered the window of Sam's room and Dean pulled me back, trying to avoid the glass shooting everywhere. He yelled for me to duck down behind the bushes. I did what I was told until the bullets stopped momentarily. We both looked for movement in Sam's room and saw some on the floor near a table. Sam, or hopefully, both of them were alright. I stood and Dean and I looked around frantically for where the bullets could have come from.

About a few feet away was a storm shack. It was in the middle of the parking lot and probably held traffic cones and stuff to maintain the small gardens around the front of the motel.

"There!" I yelled to Dean, seeing someone shift on top with a gun. We ran there, trying to get there before they reloaded and started firing again.

Holy… "Shit!" I yelled as I saw it was Gordon on the top of the shack. What the hell? How the hell did he even know we were here? He was after Sam…why?

All those questions seemed irrelevant as I saw him jump from the storm shack and onto the pavement, cocking his gun. Dean punched him and threw the weapon out of his hands.

"Dean, wait!" Gordon tried but Dean refused to stop letting his fist collide with Gordon's face. Hell, I was ready to look for a shovel in that shack for him to use.

Suddenly, one swift hit threw Dean off balance and Gordon had his sniper riffle again. He quickly collided it against the back of Dean's head and he grunted, falling on his knees and onto the pavement.

"Dean!"

Before I could get there Gordon back handed me, sending me sprawling into the shack. I hit my head off the windowsill of the damn thing.

It was lights out.

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