The next morning, Sam woke up to find Brielle moving out of his bed. "Morning Brielle."
"Morning." She gave him a small smile over her left shoulder. "I was gonna get up and make you guys some breakfast before you took off." Sam yawned and stretched before sitting up and moving to the side of the bed next to her. Brielle leaned into him as he hugged her into his right side, kissing the crown of her hair.
"You wanna go with us to Texas?" He asked.
"No... I'll stay here."
"You sure?" Sam asked softly. Brielle nodded.
"C'mon, get dressed. Breakfast'll be ready in twenty." She patted his knee and got up, pulling his door open to leave his room. She almost ran right into Dean, who was already awake and dressed, duffle in his left hand.
"Morning," His voice was full of sleep, or lack thereof. His green eyes moved to his brother's doorway, then back to her. She simply shrugged and he nodded. They started down towards the kitchen.
"You want bacon and eggs?"
"Sounds great." He dropped his bag on the table in the war room before following her into the kitchen, sliding into one of the seats at the table. Dean watched her move around the bunker kitchen, first heating a pan before scooping out several spoonfuls of ground coffee into the filter before sliding it back in the slot. Her thumb smoothed across the button, turning the light from red to green
Brielle fried the whole pound of bacon first, flipping them a few moments later as the coffee pot began to sputter. He watched her pulled some sliced ham, swiss cheese and a head of lettuce from the fridge, setting everything on the countertop. Dean got up then and stepped up next to her, pulling down three mugs. She smiled up at him before pulling mayo out of the fridge.
He poured two coffees and fixed hers with milk and honey. "Thanks." She said softly and he smiled warmly.
Dean watched her assemble two sandwiches for their lunches and wrap them in tin foil. "Grab me a couple apples, will ya?" He did as she asked and watched her slice up the macintosh apples before diving them between two sandwich bags. She bagged up some celey sticks as well, even though Dean scowled a bit next to her. She elbowed his side playfully, making him smile.
Brielle pulled the cooler onto the countertop to pack with ice packs. She put napkins, the apple slices and the baggies with the celery inside along with two bottles of water before closing it firmly. Dean reached up to pull a bag of pretzels on top of the blue cooler to eat with their sandwiches. She smiled a bit to herself before pulling the bacon out of the cast iron skillet to drain on a paper towel lined plate.
Dean pulled the eggs out of the fridge and cracked six of them into the bacon grease for her. They sizzled when they hit the hot pan and he hummed a bit. Brielle washed her hands in the sink and leaned against the counter as she dried them with the dishtowel, watching the gorgeous man next to her poke at the edges of the eggs with the metal spatula. He gave her a pointed look before Brielle pushed off the countertop, reaching for the loaf of bread.
She moved by him to put four slices of rye into the toaster and push down the lever. "Juice?"
"Sounds great." Brielle moved by him again and his right arm reached out to pull her against him for a few seconds. "I missed you last night." Her cheeks burned and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her hair before his hold on her lessened some. "Did my brother ask you anything?" Dean's tone was gentle.
"No," She wiggled out of his grasp, glancing back at the doorway. "He knew I didn't wanna talk, so we just laid there until we fell asleep." Brielle's voice was soft.
Dean eyed her closely, his green eyes twinkling. "Did you cuddle?" She punched his arm playfully, a smirk on her face.
"Yeah we cuddled. Don't be a hater."
Dean flipped the eggs and chuckled. "Right. I know you like cuddling with me more."
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Sam and Dean were getting ready to leave the bunker, their latest case bringing them to Witchita Falls, Texas. It was roughly an eight hour drive from the bunker and they wouldn't be returning that evening. "You sure you don't wanna come? We won't be back tonight." Sam offered again, but Brielle declined for the second time. She could feel Dean's gaze on her from behind Sam where he was loading up the trunk of the impala.
"I'll be fine here." Brielle hugged Sam tight and felt him squeeze her against his torso. "You guys be safe. Call me when you're done tonight so I know you're okay." He pulled back and pressed a kiss to the top of her head and the brunette nodded up at him.
Dean closed the trunk, his emerald gaze focusing on her completely now. "Don't answer that door for anyone, y'hear? You have your gun?" Sam moved to his side of the car before opening the passenger door, looking back at his friend and his brother a for a couple seconds. He smiled at Brielle somewhat ruefully before getting into the car and pulling his door closed behind him, the familiar creaked engrained in her mind.
Brielle nodded silently, her eyes moving from Sam to the man in front of her. "Be careful Dean." His expression softened and Sam watched Brielle hug his brother in the rearview mirror. He hugged her for a few seconds and said something Sam couldn't hear before pulling back, giving her a tightlipped smile.
The impala pulled out of the garage and Sam turned to look at his brother after he'd glanced back, making sure the door closed behind them. "What did you say to her?"
"What?"
"What you just said when she hugged you."
"I thanked her for making us lunch." He shot Sam a weird look before returning his attention to the windshield and the road out of the woods.
"She made us lunch?" Dean jerked a thumb in the direction of the backseat where the cooler sat and Sam's expression softened at the thoughtful gesture.
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"Beer for you," The redheaded waitress set the amber bottle in front of Sam. "Whiskey for you, darlin'," She batted her eyes at Dean. "Anything else I can do you for?" Sam smirked and Dean reached out for the glass tumbler, his calloused fingers turning the glass a bit, a small smile on his face.
"This'll do... thanks." He gave her a nod and her expression changed a bit before she flounced away. Dean took a sip of the amber fluid and Sam took a long pull from his beer before he spoke.
"That chick wanted you Dean." That made the older man chuckled softly, his eyes downcast.
"Well, I guess I'm not in the mood." They'd finished up the hunt before midnight and wound up at the bar next to the motel for their usual celebratory burgers and drinks. Sam coughed and set down his bottle, his hazel eyes wide. "Don't cough all over my food, man."
"You feelin' okay? I mean, I feel like splashing you with holy water right now." Dean took a bite of his bacon cheeseburger, quirking an eyebrow at his little brother as he chewed. "You're not in the mood for sex with some hot barfly?" He looked over his shoulder at the redhead, who was now wiping down the bar. Sam turned back to Dean, a smirk on his face. "Seriously?"
"What? Is that so hard to believe?" He set down his burger and picked up an onion ring, dragging it through the barbaque sauce that had dripped off his burger onto the plate. Dean took a bite, his eyes moving to the tv above Sam, a basketball game on.
"Yes," Sam was studying him closely. "You've slept with a million girls, Dean. Why not this one?" The older man shot him an incredulous look before taking another drink of his whiskey.
"Not quite a million, Sam."
That made Sam laugh. "So what's one more?"
"You like her? You sleep with her."
"Wow." Dean didn't say anything else; he was done with this conversation. He'd promised to be exclusive with Brielle and damn it, he meant it.
But he couldn't tell Sam that.
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"Hey Brie," His voice came over her phone and she breathed a sigh of relief. "We're done. Grabbed a bite to eat at the bar next door."
"What time will you be home tomorrow?"
"Well that depends..." Sam felt guilty as he baited her, his eyes moving to the motel's bathroom where the water was running.
"On what?"
"What time Dean gets back in the morning." That made her heart sink to her feet.
"What time he gets back in the morning?" Brielle repeated softly.
Sam's hazel eyes closed when he heard the tone of her voice change. "Yeah, some redheaded waitress at the bar threw some game his way... you know the rest." He felt bad about lying; Dean was actually in the shower when Sam called her, but he wanted to see if his suspicion held any substance.
"I know the rest." She sounded funny. "Hey, I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys tomorrow?"
"Sure thing. Love you Brielle."
"Love you too, Sammy." He hung up his phone when Dean's water shut off and he looked up in time to see his brother walk out in a towel.
"I'm gonna call Brie, let her know we're good." He kept his tone casual as he shuffled through his backpack for some clean clothes. Sam set his cell on the nightstand and watched his brother.
"Already did." Sam saw Dean pause for a second. "Did you wanna talk to her or something?"
"Nah, I'm good. Just wanted to let her know we were alright." He yanked on a tshirt and pulled on underwear under his towel before discarding it on Sam's bed.
"Night Jerk." Sam quipped, tossing the damp motel towel back at his brother. Dean shimmied on his jeans and left them undone before flopping onto the other bed.
"Night bitch."
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Brielle tossed and turned for an hour, unable to sleep. Before the phone call, she'd been relaxing on Dean's bed, but afterwards, she threw his pillow across the room before heading down the hall to her bedroom. She flopped on the twin bed, squeezing her eyes shut, fighting the urge to scream out in frustration.
Sam's words haunted her. Dean had seriously just gone and screwed up their whole arrangement for some piece of ass he'd met in a sleazy bar?
She rolled over and eyed her nightstand before reaching over to open the drawer where she'd stashed a worn tshirt of Dean's. Brielle brought the well worn garment to her face and inhaled deeply. He'd showered and worn it to bed with her days before, peeling it off sometime during the night and then leaving her room in the morning before Sam got up.
"Damn him." She whispered as she gave in, letting the tears fall freely. How on earth had he managed to get under her skin like this? They had an arrangement and he'd broken it...
... and she had as well.
"Just sex." The brunette whispered to herself. She inhaled the scent of him before throwing the tshirt back in the top drawer with a sob soft. Brielle rolled over on her back before she sat up, deciding she needed to have a drink to settle her nerves.
Dean's old go to, she thought bitterly.
She wandered out into the war room, suddenly noting how empty the place felt without them. Brielle wrapped her arms around herself, only in her nightgown. She never walked around the bunker this underdressed when the guys were home, but tonight, she couldn't have cared less.
She poured four fingers of Dean's good whiskey and winced when she felt the first sip sting her throat. Fuck him, she thought. I'm gonna drink his good whiskey.
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A/N: Hey readers!
Thanks for all the PMs and reviews! Very much appreciated. Sorry if this is a bit short... split it into 2. Next chapter should be up within the next week or so. Have a beautiful week!
Citrinemama