Five days later...

Her eyes widened when Dean's gaze slid to her after Sam had disappeared into the bathroom to wash up after their salt and burn, the cheap pressed wood door closing behind him.

It was a simple case and Sam had insisted that she tag along for the overnight hunt. It was the first case she'd ever gone on with the boys and they were shacking up in some creepy ass budget motel for the night. Being with the two men made her feel safe to some degree, but she knew better that to let her guard down completely. After all, Brielle now knew what was out there lurking in the darkness, thanks to the Winchesters.

The older man's sexy little smirk made her heart skip a beat. "Dean, Sam's in the shower... we can't." They both paused as the shower water turned on a few seconds later.

"C'mon..." He approached her, his warm, calloused hands finding her hips. Dean nuzzled her neck with his scruff, making her moan softly. He moved his hand to her lower back and pressed her pelvis into his, his want for her apparent. "Sam'll be a few minutes..."

The sex was quick and rough, just the way she liked. Brielle was pulling her pajama pants up as the water was turned back off in the bathroom and she and Dean shared a look before he shoved the tshirt he'd used to clean up with into the laundry bag. Sam came out a few seconds later, the light clicking off. He was toweling his hair and he sank down on the queen bed near the door where Brielle was sitting.

She got under the covers and Sam got in next to her, closest to the door. It almost felt strange to sleep with him; Brielle had gotten extremely accustomed to the rythym of Dean's deep breathing and the scent of him. Dean pulled on a tshirt and got into the other bed, reaching out to turn off the lamp. "Night." His eyes met hers before the room was bathed in darkness.

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Brielle showered when they returned to the bunker from the hunt; she's started her period a few hours after she and Dean had hooked up in the motel room, thank goodness.

The brunette left her hair up in a messy bun. She clicked the light off in the bathroom before walking across the hallway in a bath towel towards her room to slip on some clean clothes.

Dean looked up from the table where he was seated in the library and pulled off his headphones when he caught sight of the young woman leaving the bathroom. "Brielle?" She turned to look at him and Dean nodded to a white plastic bag on the table. "Got ya some supplies." She turned to walk down the hall towards him and was surprised to find Sam sitting opposite Dean at the table as well. Brielle blushed a bit before opening the plastic bag to reveal two boxes of tampons and some chocolate bars. Sam watched her eyes move to back to Dean, smiling at him somewhat shyly.

"Thank you," Her voice softened and Sam watched his brother smile softly at her before she took the bag out of the room, heading towards her bedroom. The two men watched her leave the room, her barefeet making no noise as she departed.

"How," Sam turned to Dean, turning his coffee mug slightly. "Did you even know what to buy?" His question had somewhat of an accusatory undertone and Dean looked at his younger brother sharply, his eyebrows narrowed.

"How do you not know? We all use the same bathroom and she's lived here with us for over a year, Sam." Was his defensive reply. Dean had driven the trio back to the bunker before heading back out for some gas and Brielle's supplies.

Sam considered that, relaxing somewhat. That was true, he supposed; even he knew she used some brand that had a mostly pink box. He'd seen them himself under the sink several times. "Nice touch with the chocolates, by the way." That made Dean smile a bit, his eyes moving back to the movie he was watching on Sam's laptop, replacing his headphones.

The lack of a response from Dean made Sam grin at the very thought of his grunt of an older brother buying feminine products at the drug store for the woman he was almost sure Dean had feelings for.

Things like this were exactly why Sam had his suspicians about the way his brother and his good friend had been looking at one another lately. He would catch them almost having a silent conversation with their eyes and he would blink and the moment was gone before he could even ask.

Dean and Brielle were almost never alone together, so Sam couldn't even fathom anything going on between them; they were such completely opposites.

But the nagging feeling was still there.

Yeah, alright, so Sam could definately tell something had changed between the two.

Like they'd argued over something.

Or, knowing Dean, hooked up.

He kept his mouth shut, though. Sam wanted to wait this out a bit before he asked anything else. He didn't want to piss off Dean, but Sam was a seemingly more afraid of pissing off his longtime friend. She held a mean grudge and while she was loyal to a damn fault, Brielle could be a hurricane when the conditions were right.

Sam supposed that's why they named storms after people.

Dean, however, had seemed calmer lately while Brielle was on the other end of the spectrum. She seemed to be wound tighter than usual. Dean had notably been drinking a lot less. Sam actually couldn't even remember the last time he'd heard Dean up pacing the halls in the middle of the night after waking up from a nightmare.

When Brielle returned to the war room a few moments later in her jeans and sweatshirt, the brunette's brown eyes went back and forth between the two men before she sat next to Sam, reaching for yesterday's newspaper. There was a palpable tension between the brothers and Brielle wasn't quite sure why.

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Later that evening, Dean was brushing his teeth when he heard Sam bid him goodnight as he passed by on the way to his room. "Night Sammy." He heard the door close.

Dean spat and rinsed before looking at his reflection in the mirror. He clicked off the light and walked down the hallway to Brielle's room. He reached out and pushed the door open slightly. "Sweetheart?" His whisper made her eyes open.

God, was he insatiable, she thought. "Yes?"

"Can I... come in?" He felt her hesitation in the darkness. "Brie?"

Dean heard her sigh softly. "I'm on my period." She saw him slip inside her room and close the door. "Dean? Did you hear me?" Brielle tried to keep the irritated tone out of her reply.

"I know." She felt him sit down on the left side of her twin bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. "I don't care." Her nose wrinkled at the thought of sex while on her period. Dean lifted up the covers before moving under them, settling in next to her. "Roll over, I wanna hold you." She was shocked and rolled to face the wall.

Dean's warm hand slid around her waist and he relaxed against her, no agenda at all. He sighed contentedly behind Brielle, making her lips curl up in a sleepy smile. He could smell her shampoo on the pillowcase and that always made him smile. He felt comfortable with her and thoroughly enjoyed whatever it was they had together and wondered when exactly, his brother would find out about them. "Night, sweetheart."

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Dean cleared his throat before he sipped his coffee, his green eyes on the brunette. Sam saw her glance at him briefly. "What's... going on?"

"Nothing." Dean and Brielle spoke at the same time. Sam's hazel eyes narrowed at them, unconvinced.

"Right." He looked to his longtime friend. Brielle turned off the heat and plated the eggs between two plates. She didn't bother to make a plate for herself and dropped the skillet into the sink before making a hasty exit from the kitchen. Dean and Sam shared a look before the younger man rose to follow her.

Brielle had closed the bathroom door and sat down on the floor, her knees bent, her back against the cabinet. "Brielle?" Sam knocked softly and pushed open the door. "You okay?"

"I'm okay." That part was true and she held her head. He squatted down next to her.

"You're not pregnant, right?" Sam was half joking and Brielle's chocolate eyes snapped to his.

"Don't be an ass." She bristled somewhat.

Sam held up his hands. "Fine. Why don't you let me take those stitches out for you?"

Brielle let him pull her to her feet and he got the fine pair of shears to carefully snip the neat little stiches he'd placed in her finger a few days prior. Brielle focused on his hands, avoiding his eyes and the corner of Sam's mouth turned up in a tiny smile. "You like avoiding shit, just like my brother."

"What am I avoiding, Sam?" That was a dangerous question and he glanced up to find her staring him down, waiting on his response.

"Talking about your feelings."

"You're such a girl."

That made Sam chuckle as he tugged on the string and cleaning the fresh pink skin. "Sounds familiar."

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Brielle heard Sam's bedroom door creak closed across the hall. She rolled over to look at her clock. It was nearly midnight and she sighed. Dean and Brielle had shared a bed nearly every night for the last eight months, the only exception was when the trio shared a hotel room. For some reason, she and Sam had always shared a queen, maybe because he'd known her the longest.

Ten long minutes passed before she got up carefully and opened her door part way. Silence met her ears and her bare feet crept across the cool hallway tiles. Dean's door was cracked and she slipped inside, closing the door most of the way.

Dean didn't say a word, just lifted up his sheet and comforter for the brunette to slip into his warm bed. His strong arm came around her and she sighed contentedly. "Dean?"

"Yeah sweetheart?" He felt her sigh softly before she whispered back.

"What are we doing?" His brow furrowed at her question.

"What do you mean?" Dean shifted behind her as she lay back, her gaze towards the ceiling, him above her. "Brie?"

"I mean..." The brunette felt a lump in her throat. "You and me... what is this?"

"You wanna define... what this is?"

"No... I just... I feel like... guilty for sneaking around behind Sam's back. I feel like he was looking at me today, trying to figure me out." Dean considered that carefully.

"Well, you wanna tell him about what we've been doing?" He whispered back, his rough hand splaying across her stomach. "Mm? Becuase that would even make me blush."

Her breath caught in his throat and he heard it. She didn't answer, just smiled in the darkness

He chuckled, but before he could speak, they heard Sam's door open. "Sammy?"

"Sorry. Just going to the bathroom." His brother called softly. They heard his bare feet pad past Dean's room. Brielle held her breath as he walked by. They heard the toilet flush and Sam's footsteps pause outside Dean's door. "Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You think Brielle's up?" Sam knew damn well that Brielle wasn't in her room. He'd paused outside his room, listening for the sounds of her soft breathing from inside her bedroom. Dean felt her grip his forearm.

"Nah," Dean called back softly. "She's probably asleep. Why... what's up?"

"Nothing." Sam could feel the tension from the other side of the door. "Night."

"I'm going back to my room." Brielle whispered a few seconds later. "Okay?" Dean leaned in to kiss her sweetly. "Night."

"Night."

Brielle got up carefully and listened for a second for any sign of Sam. She pushed the door open and slipped out. Instead of going to her room, she headed down the hall to the living area and flopped down on the couch. The brunette curled her feet up under herself and pulled a throw over her legs.

"Brielle?" Sam's voice startled her from the doorway a few moments later. He'd not gotten into bed; instead, he knew the brunette would get nervous and leave his brother's bedroom. Her throat got tight and she forced a smile.

Sam crossed the room after shutting down the main lights. He sat down next to her, his arm across the back of the couch behind her. The brunette relaxed into his side. "You alright? I thought you were asleep." His voice was gentle.

"I'm fine." She couldn't look at him. He cleared his throat, waiting until she glanced up at him until he spoke.

"You wanna sleep with me?" To his surprise, Brielle nodded softly. Sam was shocked; he was ninety nine percent sure his good friend was sleeping with his brother and yet, she agreed to sleep in his bed. Sam settled in next to her and she rolled over, snuggling into his warm skin. "Night, Sammy."

"Sweet dreams," His lips brushed her forehead.