SOOOO sorry I haven't updated in such a long time but I have MAJOR writer's block for this story! I'm hoping that some ideas hit me soon! If you have any ideas, please let me know! Well, Enjoy! ~kt

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Sam nor Dean...

"You know she does have a sense of calmness about her when she's sleeping," remarked Dean, "unlike, when she's awake."

"Dean, why are you so against this girl?" asked Sam. He knew that Dean still hated Luna, for what reason, he did not know. Sam knew that he himself was like her. He didn't know why, but she trusted him. He could tell. It was just a gut feeling.

"You know," Dean said and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really have a reason. He just had a feeling that something was going to happen to this girl and it would be his fault. He actually thought that she was hot, but he had noticed that she had taken a liking to Sam right away. He wouldn't dare mention it to his brother however. Sam would never let him live it down. Dean wondered if Sam had noticed that Luna had taken a liking to him. Bobby even noticed it. Bobby told him that Sam was the first person she ever let stitch her up. Even he wasn't allowed to do it unless absolutely necessary. Normally, he told him, she would have told the person trying to help her to 'fuck off.' Needless to say, Sam was special.

Luna started fidgeting in the backseat. She was sprawled out across it. "Stop it," she mumbled, "Stop, I said Stop It!" she said a little louder. It was obvious she was having a bad dream. Dean sighed.

"Haven't I dealt with enough bad dreams for a lifetime?" Dean grumbled. Sam glared at him. Sam knew what it was like to have those kinds of dreams, having no way of stopping it, and already knowing the ending. Sam turned around in the back seat and gently shook Luna.

"Luna, Luna, wake up. Luna!" he called. She sat straight up. Her face was flushed and she was sweating. Her hair was tousled. Sam thought she looked cute like that. "You okay?"

"Can you pull the car over? I think I'm gonna puke," she said. Dean quickly pulled off the road not wanting her to wreck his precious car. Luna opened the door and Sam got out and rushed around the Impala. He held her hair back as she upchucked grape soda and barbeque potato chips.

"Ugh," Luna groaned as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You okay?" asked Sam, who was still holding her hair.

"Yeah, just too much crap that I ate," she said with a half smile, "I'm fine." Sam let her hair flow back to her shoulders. He walked back around to the passenger seat. He couldn't help but think that the food was not the cause of the puking. Dean still sat annoyed and paranoid in the driver's seat of the impala. This girl would be more of a problem then help. "Where are we?"

"Just outside of Crandon," Sam told her. She looked confused.

"How long have we been driving?" She asked.

"About three hours why?"

"I thought it was gonna take five hours to get there."

"Not with my driving," Dean said and smirked. She really hated that smirk of his.

Crandon was a small town. It was nothing new. Luna had been to so many small towns they all blurred together. She stared dreamily out the back window of the impala. Children were playing in the park, couples walked hand in hand down the street, and people were waving to each other from car to car. It was as if they were on a Hollywood set. Everything about this town seemed perfect and calm.

Dean pulled the impala into an empty parking space in front of an old, crappy motel. He and Sam were used to the scene. They too had been to many small towns, all a blurry memory. As he was pulling into the parking space, dean thought of a dilemma. One room for him and Sam was fine. Two guys, two beds. Now, with Luna, two beds were not going to be enough, unless…no, she probably wouldn't sleep with him, or Sam for that matter. Dean didn't want to get two rooms. That would mean more of a chance to have the angels or demons able to find them and capture Luna. There was no way he was going to share a bed with Sam either. If she wanted her own room she could pay for it and it would have to be under her own risk he decided.

"I'll go in a get us a room. 'K Sammy?" Dean said. Sam looked over at him. Sam was a little confused. His eyes darted to the back seat where Luna was sitting. Dean rolled his eyes at his brother who had ingested a large dose of puppy love. "Luna," Dean called. "Luna." No response. "Luna!" She jumped.

"What?" She asked looking around and finally landing her eyes on the two guys in the front seat.

"We have to get a room and there are only two beds-," Sam explained.

"I ain't sharing a bed!" Luna interjected. "I'll sleep on the floor!"

"We were going to ask if you wanted your own room, but ok, you can take the floor," said Dean and got out of the car and walked into the motel office.

"Are you okay?" asked Sam. He seemed genuinely concerned. Luna scrutinized his facial features. There was a lot of emotion, a lot of worry. She hadn't seen anyone look that way when talking about her since Alec died. Alec always knew when something was wrong, and when he asked, he looked exactly like Sam did now. He reminded her so much of Alec. She figured that was why she let her past slip out when they talked, and why she didn't flip out when she woke up to him patching her up. "Luna?" he asked softly, bringing her out of her thoughts and back to earth

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she said. Sam didn't believe her, not one bit. He had dealt with people all his life. He knew how to read people and Luna, was not okay. He had assumed that it was because of the nightmare she had in the car. Sam was curious, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to push her to tell him. If he did that he would end up pushing her trust away and that's what he least wanted. Whether he or Dean liked it or not, she could help them with Michael and Lucifer. The sound of the car door being open and shut interrupted Sam's thoughts.

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