After their emotional revalation in the gun range an hour before, Dean had gone to his room. Brielle had washed her face in their shared bathroom before she ventured out to the war room to read the book she'd picked up a few months ago.
Anything to keep her mind off of the dreaded conversation she and Dean were going to have with Sam tomorrow.
With a sigh, the brunette sank into one of the leather chairs, propping her feet onto another before picking up the paperback book she'd been working on. Brielle didn't believe in those new fancy tablet thingies; love for reading actual books was something she shared with Sam and held close to her heart. Over the last year or so that she'd been living at the bunker, they'd gone into the nearby towns on several occasions to browse a few used book stores.
Her eyes scanned the faded cover before she flipped it open, letting the bookmark slide to the tabletop. It was one of the those mysteries she loved that wound a strange, dark story into an inevitable plot twist at the end.
Her eyes moved across the fortieth page to find where she'd left off a few days prior, eager for the distraction.
He suddenly felt a presence behind him and turned around slowly, terrified of what he would find. When he pointed the flashlight directly behind him, no one was there. The hair on his arms was standing up when he heard a soft voice call his name. "John," He blinked rapidly, immediately recognizing the voice of his wife. "John?" Her voice almost sounded far away, like she was calling him from a tunnel.
"Evelyn?" His own voice sounded shaky to his own ears and he started to walk in that direction, every fiber in his body screaming at him to stop.
But her pressed on, the beam of light in his left hand wobbling a bit. "John..." The voice continued to lead him on, his boots creaking across the kitchen floorboards that he always promised her he would fix. "John..."
"Evelyn? Darling, I'm in here." He tried again and swept the light towards to the entrance of the dining room. His shaky legs carried him there when he stopped abruptly.
His wife was dead.
The horrible memory slammed into his mind like a freight train and he dropped the flashlight where it rolled across the floor. Thunder rumbled close by and he heard her shuffling footsteps towards him. "John..." Her singsong voice made him tremble.
"Evy..." He choked out to the darkness and felt an icy chill as-
"Brielle?" She gasped and fumbled with the book before she dropped it on the floor. Sam was standing there, an amused smirk on his face. Her hand went to her chest and a smile came across her face.
"Holy shit. You scared me."
"I called your name like three times." He sat down in the chair where her feet had been, reaching down to pick up the book. Sam's eyes studied the cover before handing it back to her. "You feeling better?"
"Yeah," Brielle held the book open, unsure if he was going to stay. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to know if you felt like watching a movie." Her eyes held his for a few seconds before she blinked.
"Yeah. You want some popcorn?" He wrinkled his nose and she laughed softly, closing her book after sliding in the bookmark. He watched her set the book down on the table. "Chick flick?"
"That's fine." They rose and headed down the hallway to Sam's room. Brielle flopped down on his bed as he shuffled through his bin of DVDs on his dresser before deciding on one. She watched him turn everything on and join her on his bed, their backs against the headboard.
Brielle cuddled into Sam's shoulder, her hand slipping around the crook of his arm. She sighed contentedly, her eyes on the tv. A smile tugged at his mouth as he glanced down at her. "Sam?"
"Yeah?" His voice was soft.
"Thanks for putting up with me. I'm a hot mess."
She could almost hear him smile above her. "You're welcome." He pressed a kiss to her head, making her eyes close. Brielle felt the sting of fresh tears; was Sam ever going to forgive her for the secret she'd been keeping?
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"Dean?" It was well after midnight when he'd slipped into her bedroom. Her soft whisper tickled his bare collarbone in the darkness. Brielle's index finger was tracing the warm skin on his chest in random patterns. "I'm scared." Her voice was hushed, just barely above a whisper.
He sighed softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she snuggled closer to him. "I know." After they'd had their argument in the gun range, they'd agreed to tell Sam about whatever this was between them first thing tomorrow after breakfast.
"How mad is he gonna be?"
"Probably pretty pissed."
"Like pissed on a scale from one to ten?"
That question made Dean chuckle, a deep rumble in his chest. "At least a twenty."
Brielle sighed softly. "I've known Sam a long time... I just don't want him to hate me."
"He's not gonna hate you." Pause. "Okay?"
Brielle shifted a bit to lay on her back and his right hand found hers in the sheets, his thumb smoothing over her knuckles. "How do you know?" Her insecurity showed right then and he squeezed her fingers affectionately.
"You have any idea just how much dumb shit I've done? He's been furious with me, but he never hated me." His voice was comforting to her. "Sam's not one to hold a grudge and to be hateful, especially not with family. You're family, Brielle." Dean bent his elbow, bringing their hands up, brushing a kiss to her knuckles. "It'll be okay."
Dean felt her sigh next to him. "I'm sorry about today. I lost my shit and you didn't deserve that."
"I'm over it." Was his simple reply. He heard her sniffle quietly before she spoke again.
"I'm sorry I slapped you, Dean." He chuckled a bit and turned his face towards hers in the darkness.
"Let that go, Brie." Pause. "You were angry. I get it. What Sam said to you last night... sounds just like what I'd do. Or used to do, anyways." They were quiet before Brielle considered that and spoke again, her voice even softer this time.
"Dean? Do you... regret this?"
"What?"
"Us... hooking up. Being monogamous. Take your pick."
"No." Dean hummed a bit. "Why are you asking me this?"
"Because that's what Sam's probably gonna ask you when we tell him tomorrow."
"I like what I have with you. I trust you and it feels good to have that with someone other than my brother." He pressed a kiss to her temple before nuzzling his nose against her warm skin. "Night, sweetheart."
"Night Dean."
They lay there for a long time in a companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts before they eventually drifted off.
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Six hours later... 7:23 am
Dean kissed Brielle's lips and she gasped audibly when he pushed her up against the shower wall, the cold tiles against her back and his hard body on hers, the steaming hot water cascading down their bodies. He hiked her up with a grunt, her thighs going around his hips, as he slid into her.
"Fuck," She whispered in his ear, gently biting down on his shoulder. He thrust into her slowly and his mouth collided with hers again. Nothing like a little morning stress release before they dropped this on Sam. Deep down, Dean knew damn well that he was playing with fire not only because of their sneaking around, but also because of the way he was feeling about the secretly foul mouthed brunette riding his cock.
They both found release a couple minutes later and he let her down gently, her feet meeting the slick porcelin of the bathtub. A sharp knock at the door startled them both, their hearts still pounding. Dean put a finger to his lips and she nodded quickly before he called out. "Sammy?"
"Yeah," To their shock and horror, they heard the bathroom door open. "Hey... I just came across a possible hunt about 70 miles from here. You wanna check it out when you're done in there?" Sam asked from the other side of the shower curtain.
"Yeah, sounds good. I"ll be out in a few minutes." Dean called back, trying to sound casual. His green eyes were locked on Brielle's wide, scared ones.
"Good. I'm gonna start a pot of coffee." The pair both held their breaths until they heard the bathroom door close quietly.
Brielle let out a shaky sigh, her heart pounding in her chest. That was way too close. She reached behind him to turn off the hot water. Dean leaned forward to kiss her lips as she did so and felt her smile a bit. Dean reached up and yanked the white bath towel over the shower curtain and handed it to her wordlessly. Brielle wrapped it snugly around her torso and pulled the shower curtain open a foot or so and stepped out onto the bathmat.
"Sweetheart, hand me a towel." Dean spoke softly. A few seconds ticked by and he didn't hear the brunette getting him a towel, so he pulled the plastic curtain open a bit more. Dean's brow wrinkled when he saw her standing there on the bathmat, her expression unreadable. "Brie?" She was staring straight ahead...
...at his little brother.
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A/N: I'm kinda evil... I know. :) Just finished this week's episode and wanted to post this. Thanks, lovely readers, for stopping by! Have a great night! -CitrineMama