Chapter 4- Awkward

Four hours later, the brothers reached Colorado.

Sam stopped the car in front of a motel.

As soon as he turned off the ignition, the elder Winchester jerked open his eyes.

"We there already?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. So far, this is the only motel with vacancies. And as far as I know, we've reached the outskirts of the place. There aren't any more motels", Sam said, and reached the backseat for their bags. His shoulder brushed Dean's, and Dean blushed, which thankfully went unnoticed by his younger brother. Dean stepped out of the car and went over to the reception to avoid looking at his brother.

"Good morning Sir. How may I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"I would like a room for two" Dean replied.

"Okay sir, I need your names first. Security's a bit tight these days" she said.

"Jensen and Jared" he said, deciding on the spot that he'd use the names of the actors he'd heard of recently, and who looked suspiciously like the brothers Winchester.

"Uhhh… I think I've heard the names somewhere", the girl said.

"Keep thinkin' lady. I'll pay cash" Dean said curtly.

"Okay", she said, and gave Dean a strange look. Dean usually smooth-talked his way around 'the ladies' but he just wasn't in the mood today. His mind was filled with thoughts about Sam, whom he was rapidly developing feelings for.

"We have no single-beds, I'm sorry" the receptionist said, startling Dean, who was lost in his own thoughts.

Meanwhile, Sam had stepped inside with their bags, and stood beside his brother.

"No single beds? What do you mean?" he asked the receptionist, his sudden voice startling Dean even more.

"I'm sorry sir, I was talking to Mr. Jensen here" said the receptionist, giving Sam a very (very) flirtatious look.

"Well, I'm the one who'll be staying with Mr… Jensen, okay?" Sam said, not even noticing the receptionist's (heavy) attempts to flirt.

But unfortunately for the receptionist, Dean had noticed. He tensed. He didn't like the way the girl had smoothed her hair or swayed her hips as soon as she had seen Sam. Dean didn't like it at all. And what Dean Winchester didn't like, Dean Winchester didn't tolerate.

"Give us whatever you've got lady. And make it quick, we don't have all the time in the world", Dean snapped at her.

"Okay, one king-size it is then" she said, and frowned at him.

She turned to Sam, gave him a piece of paper with her number on it and said, "If you need anything, just call this number."

Before Sam could take the note, Dean grabbed it from her hand and said "Thank you, but I don't think he'll need that". He then grabbed the keys off the counter and said "Let's go Jared."

Sam gave the receptionist an apologetic look. The girl just smiled.

"It's okay. I get it, your boyfriend's just over possessive. New at a relationship I'm guessing", she said.

"What? He… umm… gotta go" he spluttered, blushing furiously as he grabbed his bags n ran up the staircase.

When Sam entered his room, he found Dean flipping through the channels on TV.

"Dude, what's wrong? Why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?" Sam asked Dean.

Dean turned to Sam, and gave him a long look.

"She was giving you her number Sammy! Don't you find that suspicious? She could be a demon for all we know!" Dean said.

"Dude! You have sex with almost every girl who you lay your eyes on! Do I worry about her being a demon? Lame reason man" Sam said.

"She looked like she was gonna eat you Sammy", Dean said, trying his best not to blush and give himself away.

"Oh please. She thinks I'm gay" Sam said, sitting down on the bed and removing his shoes. Dean was really fighting hard not to blush now. He tried to act cool.

"Who doesn't?" he said, smirking feebly. Sam glared at him.

"Dean, she thinks you are my boyfriend and that you were over possessive, since you were acting so damn weird out there. Well, anyone seeing you would've thought so", Sam said, saying the last sentence mostly to himself.

"Sammy. Shut up okay? I've got a headache" Dean mumbled, heading for the bathroom.

Sam stopped him.

"A headache? Something wrong Dean? Are you okay? Tablet, beer, anything? " Sam asked, worried.

Dean finally lost control and blushed scarlet. It spread around his face like a forest fire.

Sam saw Dean give him a glance. He could've sworn his brother was blushing.

Dean's blushing? Something is definitely wrong. Or maybe he knows I have feelings for him. Or was he reacting t the 'gay' comment? Should've killed myself before telling him that, Sam wondered to himself.

A/N: The story's still in progress, but it'll help if you guys let me know what you think of this. Any ideas are welcome.. Reviews appreciated!