"Fuck." Dean breathed.
Sam was still standng there, leaning against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. His hazel eyes locked on hers, his expression unreadable and hers, a mixutre of terrifed and embarassed. He'd opened and closed the bathroom door, making them think he'd left.
"Yeah." Sam's voice was angry as he straightened to his full height, deciding on pissed off. "I'll be out in the living room when you two are done here." He crossed the bathroom in two strides and slammed open the door, stalking out to the living room to wait for them.
"Brie?" Dean reached out behind the brunette to yank a white towel off the wall rack before he stepped out, wrapping it wround his waist. He hugged her close for a few seconds before she pushed away from his touch, making his brows raise slightly.
"Oh my gosh." She was trembling, still staring ahead where Sam had been standing a few seconds before. "I'm gonna go get dressed." Brielle slipped by Dean and across the hall to yank on some clothing.
Dean was already in the living room with Sam when she padded softly down the hallway, her damp hair in a big, messy bun and clad in jeans and a flannel shirt. "So... you two have anything to tell me?" The big brother tone Sam had made Brielle feel even worse.
Sam sounded both pissed off and disappointed. He was standing behind the leather couch, arms crossed over his chest. Hazel met gray as she entered the room. Dean was half sitting on the arm of the couch, arms crossed as well, his green eyes catching hers as she approached them warily. "Dean?" Sam's voice was sharp and Brielle shifted nervously, sliding her hands in her pockets.
His green eyes were sympathetic as he gazed as Brielle, who'd stopped four feet in front of Sam. "Sam, it's not what you think," He began, not used to Sam being the older brother. Brielle felt the panic rising in her chest and she spoke.
"I'm sorry, Sam." Her voice made his firey hazel eyes move back from Dean's to hers.
"So are you guys, like... dating... or... knowing Dean," He snarked snidely. "Just fucking?" That rude comment made Brielle's eyes sting with hot, angry tears. "Because you certainly aren't the first and won't be the last last piece of ass he's had." Dean's nostrils flared and he saw Brielle close her eyes, a few tears escaping down her flushed cheeks.
"Sam," Dean's anger at Sam's off the cuff remark was barely controlled. "It's not just some random fuck." His voice was quiet, reserved.
"Right." The younger man shot back at his older sibling, betrayal creeping its way into his chest. "You've been screwing around behind my back, for how long?"
"Sammy," Brielle's voice was small as she tried again to explain and his glare moved from Dean to her again, making her feel very small in front of his large frame. "We just-,"
"How. Long?" Sam ground out, his jaw muscle clenching.
Dean spoke up this time, bringing his brother's anger back on himself. "Eight months." Sam threw his hands up. "Sammy, it's-," A hand was held up, silencing his older brother.
"Wow." His incredulous answer made the rest of her tears spill over the brunette's cheeks. "I thought you were smarter than that." Dean canted his head.
"Who me?"
"Both of you. This is distracting. You could get one of us..." Sam started to pace and Brielle wrapped her arms around herself, holding back her silent sobs. "I don't mean to sound like a parent here, but damnit you guys..." Sam pushed his hair back. "This is irresponsible. And reckless." He looked at Brielle again, wanting to find some sense of reason here. "How did the two of you even start this?"
She bit her lip. "Sam, it's not a relationship or anything."
"I'm sorry... is that supposed to make me feel better about this?"
Dean watched her falter a bit. Brielle swallowed hard and wrapped her arms around herself. "It was my fault, Sammy. I just needed..." The younger brother just shook his head.
"I need some fresh air." He stalked up the stairs and the domed metal door slammed shut behind him, making Brielle flinch. Dean didn't say anything at first, still in shock over the last five minutes.
"We can't do this anymore." Her voice broke and he felt his chest tighten.
"What?" That was the last thing Dean thought she'd say; of course, Sam finding out like this was the worst way possible, so why wouldn't she just ruin everything even further?
"You heard him."
"Brielle," Dean's head was spinning. She shook her head and left the room before he could get in another word and he heard her bedroom door slam closed a second later. He closed his eyes briefly. He loved them both, cared about both of them. They were family. Period. Dean debated on following Brielle, but decided on Sammy first.
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Sam was leaning against the stone foundation of the bunker when the door opened and his brother stepped out. "Sammy, listen..."
"No, you listen." His brother's somewhat calm demeanor was long gone. "Brielle is my best friend, was Jessica's friend. She isn't even supposed to be here and as always, you have to get your rocks off and bang anything you see." Sam ran a hand through his longish hair. "Damnit, Dean. Can't you just... stop being you? I feel like you both completely lied to my face. For months, Dean." His tone was exasperated and the older man's eyebrow quirked.
"You done?" Sam shot him a glare. "My turn then. I have not slept with anyone but Brielle in the last year and a half. No one... but her." He paused, letting that sink in. "It's not just some random fuck, brother." Dean's tone softened. "I care about her."
Sam blinked rapidly, his anger diminishing just slightly at his brother's tone. "You... care about Brielle?" His tone matched his expression.
Dean's green eyes settled on his brother's. "I do." They were quiet for a moment.
"How..." He couldn't even formulate a question for Dean. "So this started out as some casual thing and now... you care about her?" This was strange territory for Sam because Dean hadn't expressed any interest in anyone since Lisa other than an occasional roll in the proverbial hay. Dean watched the younger man decipher this as though it were old Latin in some ancient text. A minute passed beofre he spoke again. "Okay." Was all Sam said. He turned and walked back into the bunker, Dean on his heels.
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Sam tapped on her bedroom door. "Brielle?"
"Go away, Sam." Her tone was muffled and he knew she was crying.
"It's my bunker."
"Go away." Sam opened her bedroom door and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. "What is it with you two and not knowing what privacy is?"
He took in the sight of her; the brunette was laying on her bed, facedown, clutching her pillow. Her face was turned away from him and she felt his weight settle on the side of her bed as he sat down carefully. "Brielle Ann," That made her turn to him, her eyes not quite meeting his. "What's going on?"
"You remember like, months ago when I met that guy and we went on that date?" Sam nodded. "Well, he was this perfect gentleman and I did not get laid." Hot angry tears threatened to overflow again at the memory. "I just... needed..." The man in front of her shifted. "You know..." She rolled over on her side completely, facing him. "Just... sex. And I couldn't ask that of you... because you're my best friend." They were quiet for a moment. "And I knew your brother would fufill that need. Nothing more would have to be involved. No one was going to catch any feels." Her chocolate eyes finally met his. Sam's brow wrinkled and her eyes narrowed. "Sam?"
She doesn't know Dean cares about her, he realized. Brielle studied his face closely.
"Sam... why are you looking at me like that?"
He struggled to answer her. It wasn't his place to share his older brother's quiet confession. Dean never opened his heart to just anyone. "Nothing."
"You knew something was going on, didn't you?"
"I guess I kinda suspected something had happened..."
"Is that why you lied and told me Dean went home with some chick from the bar?" That soft statement made Sam blush a bit.
"Sorry." That made him flash back to the other day; the thought of Dean sleeping with someone else must have really gotten to her. She'd drank recklessly and was obviously very hurt becuase of the little lie he'd told her over the phone. Sam rose and she moved to sit at the side of her twin bed. "That wasn't fair of me to do, Brie." Pause. "I'm sorry." She nodded. "But in all fairness, you lied to me too. I asked you if anything was going on between you two and you told me no..."
"It's not anything... just sex." Brielle spoke softly. "Okay?"
Her description made his heart drop into his stomach. "I'm just... trying to absorb this." Sam must have had a look on his face because Brielle's eyes narrowed as she studied him closely.
"I know you... that is a crock of shit."
Sam moved to the door to leave, pulling the door open. "I need some time..." He left her room, his footsteps echoing down the tiled hallway. His mind was reeling with the new information he'd been given from both his brother and the brunette down the hall; Dean confessed his feelings to Sam regarding the brunette... and she had no idea. He loved them both dearly and didn't want this to blow up in all their faces.
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