Kyla hurried into the bathroom and she quickly stripped down, hopping into the shower. Turning the knob to cold, she stood under the running water and smiled a little--this would help. It was just a dream. It shouldn't be taken seriously, right?

"We have to talk." Sam said.

Kyla gave a small shriek and instinctively covered herself as Sam climbed into the shower behind her and she closed her eyes.

"Please tell me you have clothes on." She said softly.

Sam rested his hands on her shoulders and he turned her to face him. Looking down she realized he was definitely not dressed, and cursed herself mentally for not just looking at his chest to answer her question.

"You're an idiot." She stated.

He smiled a little. "Maybe, but I'm not getting my clothes wet just to talk to you."

"You don't find it awkward that we're both in the shower together naked?" She asked.

Sam shrugged. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Kyla smiled a little, trying hard not to feel anything for him. He was just cute getting splashed by the running water, and he was so calm and peaceful.

"For some reason you remind me of Dean right now." Kyla whispered.

Sam laughed a little. "I am being kind of Deanish aren't I?"

Kyla nodded. "And it's kind of hot."

Sam laughed and pushed wet hair out of her face, kissing her forehead.

"You think Dean is hot. I think that's the most important thing here. It was a dream. Nothing more." Sam said. "I mean it's not like I haven't had to take a cold shower because of dreams about you I shouldn't have been having."

"You have wet dreams about me?" Kyla asked, puzzled and yet flattered.

Sam blushed. "Sometimes. Look, the reason we feel guilty about it, isn't because we have feelings for each other. It's because we feel ashamed to not focus sole attention on the people we're actually attracted to."

Kyla smiled. "Stop being smart--that's also hot."

Before either of them could say anything else, they heard Dean come in.

"Shit!" Kyla cried, and got out of the shower, the towel around her. "Whatever you do, shower."

Kyla hurried out of the bathroom into the room and pretended she was drying her hair and looking for something to wear.

"Ky?" Dean asked, poking his head in.

"Hey!" Kyla said.

"Where's Sammy?" Dean asked.

"The shower." She replied. "I got out and he wanted in."

Dean nodded. "How long do you think that'll take?"

Kyla shrugged. "I don't know."

She kissed him as he got closer to her and then pulled away and he felt like something was up. She was flustered. Flushed. Did she and Sam...no. That was crazy...or was it?

****

When Kyla was dressed, she laid down on her bed and looked up at the ceiling. Things were weird now. She loved Dean. She knew that. And she loved Sam. But she wasn't in love with Sam like she was with Dean. She knew that too. If Dean had cornered her in the shower, sex would have come after. It was a fact.

"You seem pensive." Dean said, laying down next to her and turning on his side.

Kyla shrugged and looked at him, smiling when he ran his fingers along her stomach.

"I'm just thinking about things." She told him.

She turned over on her side and ran her fingers through his hair, scooting closer to him.

"You didn't sleep with Sam did you?" Dean asked.

Kyla gave him a look. "Of course I didn't."

Dean nodded, but as Kyla leaned in to kiss him, he spoke up again.

"You didn't shower with him, did you?" Dean asked.

Kyla was stuck here. She couldn't lie to Dean. Lying to him was wrong. Then again, telling the truth would leave them in a very bad place. She opened her mouth and began to speak, not knowing exactly what to say.

"Define...shower." She said.

Dean sat up. "You showered with him?"

"Not technically." Kyla said. "That doesn't sound convincing does it?"

Dean got off of the bed and Kyla sat up.

"I can't believe you showered with Sam!" He exclaimed.

"Ky did what with me?" Sam asked, coming out and drying off his hair.

'Resist the urge to say anything. It'll all come out wrong.' Kyla thought.

"You showered with her?!? What were you thinking?!? She's MY squirrel!" Dean yelled.

"You told him?!?" Sam asked.

"Whoa, now! We didn't really shower together!" Kyla cried.

"Oh no? Maybe not technically, but you did something!" Dean said.

"All we did was talk." Sam protested.

"Oh is THAT what they're calling it nowadays?" Dean asked, and Kyla had to get up quickly and get in between the two before something bad happened.

"Calm down, Dean. Look...Sam and I were in the shower together, yes. But he really had something to say that couldn't wait." Kyla tried.

"Spare me the lies." Dean told her after a pause. "I'm going out."

"Dean..." Kyla began, but he was out the door, and she hurried out to get in between him and the car door.

"Move, Ky." Dean said angrily.

"I would never sleep with Sam when I love you this much." She told him, and they both knew she meant it.

Dean looked her in the eye and sighed.

"I hate that he saw you naked. Can you let me just drive please?" Dean asked.

Kyla kissed him, and he returned it, still in love with her even though he was pissed as Hell.

"It's not like I won't love you when I get back." Dean told her, and she smiled and nodded.

"I'll save us a couple beers." She said hearing "Every Time We Touch" come on in the Impala as it backed up.

Dean leaned out the window. "You changed my station again, didn't you?"