Seven weeks later...
His right hand stayed put on her hip as they kissed softly in the darkness. Brielle had been dozing lightly when Dean had crept into her room an hour earlier. He'd snuggled up next to her and pulled her close to him. They'd been making out for a little while, like a couple of teenagers until she pulled back, somewhat breathless. "Dean?"
"Yeah?" He nuzzled her neck, his scruff making her shiver. Dean chuckled softly. "Brie?" He kissed her collarbone and she lost all train of thought.
"Nothing." They started kissing again and at some point, the kisses got lazier until they both drifted off.
Sam's eyes were focused on his laptop on the table in front of him in the war room when he heard the shuffle of slippers coming up the hallway. He smiled a bit to himself before he raised his eyes to the doorway when the brunette shuffled in, still in her pajamas.
"Morning." Her voice was soft and quiet. Brielle pushed her wavy hair back, her eyes meeting his only briefly before she moved behind him. Sam patted her forearm as she leaned over to hug around his neck and plant a kiss on his cheek. "You want something to eat?"
"That'd be great." Brielle let him go and headed towards the kitchen. "Brie?" She froze. "You alright?" The potential case he was looking over was momentarily forgotten.
"I'm fine." Brielle closed her eyes, her back to him. Sam could always read her like a book. Before he could delve any further, she spoke. "I didn't sleep well. Cramps, y'know?" Dean entered the room then, yawning softly. Brielle moved down the two steps and towards the kitchen. Sam's eyes moved from the doorway at the west end of the room to his older brother as he moved by him, ruffling his longish hair.
"Morning Sammy." Sam smoothed his hair down, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Morning." Dean glanced at the doorway where Brielle had disappeared into before he looked at Sam. "Coffee's on."
Dean nodded and headed in the same direction that Brielle had gone.
Her eyes closed when she felt a presence behind her.
Dean.
"Morning," His voice was even lower in the morning and her eyes fluttered closed. "Can I get a cup of coffee, sweetheart?" Brielle nodded and reached for another mug. His hands moved to the stinless steel countertops on either side of her hips, boxing her in. "I'm exhausted for some reason." Was he seriously openly flirting with her?
Brielle shied away from him to pour three mugs of coffee, careful to avoid his touch. "Yeah, well, sometimes you just can't get a good night's sleep around here." Her eyes finally met his. His eyes were twinkling a bit.
"You making breakfast?"
"I was going to..."
"You need any help?"
"Yeah, you can take this," Brielle handed the white mug to Dean. "In to your brother."
His face fell a bit. "That's all?"
"Yep." Brielle busied herself turning on the gas stove and setting a cast iron skillet onto the blue flames, turning her back to him. She heard him reach for his own mug and leave the kitchen, leaving her alone with her thoughts. The butter sizzled when it hit the pan a moment later and she focused on cutting open the bacon package with a knife from the block when Sam startled her from behind when he came in to ask her something. Her knife slipped and Brielle sliced into her left index finger. "Shit."
"Brie?" Sam's hand was on hers almost immediately, inspecting the cut. Tears stung her eyes and he saw her emotion. "Come here. Dean?" He called out into the doorway and his older brother appeared a few seconds later. "Hey, will you make breakfast? Brielle needs couple stitches here." Brielle watched Sam inspect her finger again, not daring to meet Dean's gaze.
"Sure."
"C'mon." Sam walked Brielle down the hallway to the bathroom.
Sam stitched up her finger carefully as Brielle sat on the bathroom countertop, watching him as he worked. "You seem off lately." He lamented quietly.
"I'm just tired." Sam felt her wince as the needle pierced her skin and he tugged gently to smooth the stich.
"I'm fine."
Sam tied off the silk string in a tiny knot and trimmed off the end. "I'll take these out next week." His hands closed up the first aid kid. "I'm tired is Winchester code for something's wrong and I wanna avoid the issue and pretend like it's gonna go away." His warm hazel eyes moved to hers as he snapped the metal box shut. "Since when did you start lying to me, Brie?" That made tears well up in her eyes.
His hazel eyes focused on her, making her even more nervous. They'd known one another since they studied at Stanford years earlier. She was also a law student also at one point, but had gotten involved with Sam after Jessica's death, leaving her life behind. She'd instead finished her minor in biblical studies before they reconnected and she'd wound up with them in the bunker. Sam's features softened. He was going to press her for details. "What's going on?" His tone had changed to a more gentle one and the guilt she felt suddenly slammed into her chest.
"Nothing." Brielle couldn't look at him. He cleared his throat, waiting until she glanced up at him until he spoke.
"We've known each other for along time now. There's nothing you can't tell me, Brie." Sam's arms came around her and she felt him hug her close, tears stinging her eyes. She felt him kiss her hair and Brielle was trembling.
"I am tired." That part was true. "I miss... having a normal life sometimes, y'know?" Sam smiled, somewhat sadly. He felt her arms come around his neck. Brielle had been living at the bunker with them for almost 14 months now. She had helped with research on whatever case popped up, but she was adament on her no hunting rule. That basically left her with spending her days at the bunker and rarely leaving. That date she had almost two months before she and Dean started sleeping together was a rarity; her even meeting that Nathan guy was a one in a million chance. They'd stopped at a gas and sip outside Lebanon on their way back from town to get groceries and when Dean had left her in the passenger seat to go in and pay for gas, that's when she was approached. She'd lied, of course, and said that Dean was her brother.
They were quiet for a couple minutes, each lost in thought. "I just have a hard time realizing that this..." Brielle paused, her eyes moving around the bathroom. "Is my life now." He made a face and she sighed softly. When Sam let her go, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
"Come on Brie," Sam leaned in to kiss her forehead. "You'll be alright. Come on." He straightened and helped her down from the counter. The brunette let herself be led down the hall to the kitchen.
Dean looked up from the bacon he was frying to see a visibly upset Brielle pass by the bunker kitchen followed by Sam. Dean's heart dropped into his stomach; what the hell had they just talked about that had her so tearful? Sam gave him a tight lipped smile as he passed by the doorway. "Sammy?"
"Can you finish up here? I'll wash the dishes." Was all he said.
"Of course."
Brielle couldn't help the silent tears now as Sam joined her in the war room. The chair next to her was dragged out from the table and he sat down next to her. She closed her eyes when she felt his hands take one of hers. "I'm so sorry Sam."
"You don't have to be sorry." The soft tone he always used with her made her chest tight. Brielle opened her eyes to focus on the man in front of her. "Eat some breakfast, hm? You'll feel better."
"I'm gonna go lay down." Brielle rose suddenly, not wanting Dean to come in there and see her like this. "I'll be okay." She said that more to convice herself than Sam. His studious gaze raked over her again before she disappeared down the hallway towards the sleeping quarters. Yes, she was upset; Brielle hadn't technically been lying to Sam, but omiting the truth was just the same. It was true, however, that she was sad over not having some normal life. That was some of the reason that she made Dean agree that their whole arrangement was strictly sex.
Dean came in then, carrying two plates of eggs and turkey bacon. "Where's Brielle?" He tried to keep his tone casual.
"She went to go lay down for a little while."
He set the plates down. "Is she okay? I mean," Sam's eyes snapped to his. "She looked upset." Dean averted his eyes and pushed the plate to his brother. "I'll put her food away for later, if she feels like it." He got uncomfortable and went back to the kitchen to put away the rest of the food and pour two glasses of orange juice.
Sam waited until Dean sat back down before he spoke. "What's going on? Did you two argue or something?" That made him nearly choke on his orange juice.
"We haven't fought about anything."
"You sure about that?" Dean gave Sam a pointed look.
"Yes."
"Okay." He let the matter drop.