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We stopped at a motel for the night. I don't know what was funnier, Dean's face when Sam suggested one big room for all of us, or when I suggested two rooms. We decided on two rooms–one for the brothers and one for me. I tossed and turned all night but sleep never came. I sat up in the bed and gazed out the window through the crack in the curtains. Seeing but not really seeing. It must have been two or three in the morning when I saw movement outside. I slowly got up and peered out the window. Sam. I quietly unlocked the door and stepped outside. His hunter instincts reacting, he obviously heard me and swiftly turned around. I could see him visibly relax for a split second when he registered it was me. Then I saw a mix of worry and confusion sweep across his features.
"Ashley," he said surprised, "what are you doing up?"
"Surprised?" I asked with venom in my voice, "Sam if you know what's good for you, go back inside your room. Do not go see Ruby." He seemed confused for a moment, then his expression went dark. "Why not?" He said in a low tone, "You don't know anything about me."
"Yes, I do," I could hear myself talking fast out of panic, "Sam please this is going to get really bad if you don't stop now. Remember? Dean said the angels said you need to stop or they'll stop you themselves, they weren't screwing with you."
"And what makes you think I want to stop?" Sam asked darkly.
"Sam you don't know what your talking about," I said as he took a few steps towards me, "every time you go out, your tearing away another seam of your relationship with Dean."
"Dean?" He chuckled,"what do I care about *Dean*?" He took two more steps closer, as I took three steps back, hitting the wall of the motel. "You don't mean that," I said trying to sound confident, "your only drinking the bitch's blood because it makes you feel more powerful than everyone else. It makes you feel bigger and better than Dea—" I was cut of by Sam slamming me into the wall. "THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY," he roared.
"What are you gonna do," I chuckled darkly,"kill me?" I was suddenly released from being pinned to the wall and saw Sam lying on the ground holding his jaw. It only registered to me what had happened when I looked and saw Dean looking down at Sam, shaking away the pain from his fist.
"It's like I don't even know you anymore Sammy," Dean said quietly. Sam looked at Dean apologetically, "look man I'm sorry but—"
"No Sammy," Dean cut him off, "I don't think 'sorry' is gonna cut it this time."
"Dean," Sam began again.
"No," Dean turned around and I saw a tear roll down his cheek, "no." He walked inside their motel room for a minute and then came back out with a duffel bag.
"Come on, Ashley," he said as he walked towards the impala, "lets go." I looked down at Sam, my face apologetic. "I'm sorry, Sam," I whispered, "but I tried to warn you." I walked over to the impala and got into the passenger door, giving one last look at Sam before Dean and I drove away.
O.o
Dean and I drove in silence for a couple of miles before he pulled off to the side of the road and killed the engine. "I tried," he said quietly, "I really did." He slumped over the steering wheel and sighed deeply. "I know," I said as I reached over and slowly began rubbing his shoulder in small circles. He tensed for a split second, then relaxed under my touch. I felt his body start to shake up and down, and pulled him back a bit to make sure he wasn't having a seizure or something. I looked as his watery, deep green eyes met my sad, blue ones. My heart broke. It killed me to see Dean like this. "Hey," I said softly as I stroked his cheek with my thumb, "it's ok." He leaned into my hand, sobbing quietly. "I tried," he choked in between sobs, "I did." He leaned into my shoulder and buried his face into the crook of my neck, muffling his sobs.
"I know," I said as I gently reached around him and stated rubbing his back, "it's ok." He snaked his hands around my waist, hugging me as if it was something he needed, like food or water. I don't know how long we stayed like that. A few minutes? An hour? I lost track of time. "It's my fault," he said into my neck, "if I had just–" I cut him off by pulling him away from me and putting my hands on either side of his tear-stained face. "Look at me," I said softly as two green eyes met mine, "it wasn't your fault, he chose to do this himself." He nodded, though I knew that he wouldn't actually accept it for awhile. He put his head back down on my shoulder and gave a shaky sigh. "You ok?" I asked as I resumed rubbing his back. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke, "No."
"Well, lets go find a motel or something where we can sleep," I said. "Let's just sleep here," he mumbled into my neck. "Dean, we can't sleep in the car," I said, "it's not big enough."
"Please?" He asked, looking up into my eyes, "I'm tired." I looked into his sad, tired eyes. "Okay," I said quietly. He stretched out, putting his head on my lap. I saw him close his eyes, and soon he was snoring lightly. I sighed and rested my head against the window. After a while I finally dozed off.