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I felt a hand wrap around me from behind and then Sam was lying behind me, pulling me toward him. I snuggled in his arms and felt him kiss my shoulder.

"Hmm, what time is it?" I asked softly.

"Sometime after 1pm." I heard Dean reply.

"Figured you'd want to get up so that we could sleep tonight and drive tomorrow." Sam said softly.

"Good idea." I said sitting up.

Sam laid his head in my lap and I played with his hair.

"Called Bobby while you were sleeping. He called Dr. Fuller for you claiming that you had a family emergency to tend to and that's why you had left so quickly. Apparently, Fuller is seeing to it that you receive extensive credits for your help. I'm not sure what that means, but I told Bobby I would relay the message." Dean said.

"Um, thanks. I hadn't even thought about letting Fuller know I left. I really didn't care about it, but thank you, Dean."

"Don't thank me, Sam's the one that asked Bobby to make the call for you." Dean added.

I glanced down at Sam and he smiled lovingly at me. "Figured if we didn't he would bother Dr. Carlson and she would worry about you. Can't exactly having you being labeled as a missing person."

"However, we did have to tell Bobby your real name." Dean added with a smirk.

"Great, now he's gonna be calling me by my full name."

"What's your middle name?" Sam asked with a playful smile.

I sighed, "Denise Everly Cavanaugh."

"Why Everly? I've never heard that before, but it actually kinda of fits." Dean said.

"Well, when you figure out a way to go back in time, you can ask my dad for me. He's the one that named me."

"He never told you?"

"To be honest, once I was finally talking to him, finding out why he named what he did, seemed… unimportant at the time."

"I guess so. So, what do you want to do while we waste time until tonight?" Sam asked looking up at me.

I shrugged. "I could totally just stay in bed." I ran a hand over Sam's now bare chest, as he clearly hadn't put a shirt on after his shower.

"That might work if we had two rooms, but I'm not in to watching you getting it on with Sam and I'm pretty sure he feels the same." Dean said with a chuckle.

"You know, I would think that you understand this is more than sex, Dean." I said flatly.

"Yeah, but the sex is amazing! Even Sam can't deny that!" Dean said.

I felt my cheeks redden slightly. It was a bit awkward to be discussing my sex life openly with both of them, and yet I knew that it shouldn't.

"Definitely amazing." Sam said sitting up and pulling me toward him to lay against his chest as he kissed my temple softly.

Dean got up, "Alright. I'm gonna go get some food and I'll bring some back for you two." He slipped his boots on and jacket. He stopped at the door. "I expect you," he pointed at Sam, "To get lost later."

"Deal." Sam said and Dean left.

I smacked Sam's chest playfully and he chuckled. "What?" He said.

"You two are handling this far better than I had thought you would." I was off the bed and grabbing a beer. I didn't care that I had just woken up, we had no where to go until morning. Might as well drink. And after what we had just done… we all needed it.

"Yeah, it's a bit surprising, but can you blame us?" Sam said, folding his arms behind his head. "Dee, you're amazing. And I'm not just talking about sex." I moved back to him straddling his lap, my beer in hand. He moved his hands to my bare thighs.

"Are you sure?" I smirked at him as I set my beer down on the nightstand and ran my hands up his bare chest and leaned down laying kisses up his chest and neck teasingly, the energy flowing strongly between us.

"I am so sure…" He moaned under my kisses, his hands caressing my thighs sensually.

I trailed kisses around to the other side of his neck and then stopped reaching for my beer and drinking half of it. The TV was still on and if suddenly got loud when a commercial played. I got off Sam and got the remote from the other bed and changed it to a music channel.

"You gonna get back here?" Sam asked playfully as he sat up and put his feet on the floor.

I downed the rest of my beer and reached for another one. There was one left and I handed it to Sam. "You gonna drink with me?"

He opened the beer and took a drink as he leaned back against the headboard. "You know that we don't actually have to do anything, right? I'm not in this for the sex, Dee. It's great, don't get me wrong on that, but like you said this is more than sex."

I downed a quarter of the beer and set it down on the nightstand. "Good answer." I said as I climbed back onto his lap.

He set his beer down and wrapped his hands around my hips. "You could always practice a bit more."

"What do you want to see?" I asked seductively.

"Surprise me."

I closed my eyes and sought out a memory, I searched for the first time we had been together in my first life. I grasped it and without opening my eyes I slid my hand up his chest, feeling the energy build as my hand slipped around his neck.

My former self was entering what appeared to be a bathhouse. A sheer gown, barely concealing anything as it was see through. And clearly this was a time before underwear and bras.

I entered an archway where Sam was in a bath, two maidens, naked in the water with him, cleaning his arms and chest as he leaned back. The maidens froze as I entered.

"Leave us." I said with authority. The maidens bowed their heads and disappeared.

Sam lifted his head, his eyes falling on me with instant desire flashing across them. "What are you doing here, Nereida?"

"Did you not wish to speak with me?" I asked sensually as I stepped closer toward the edge of the large bath.

"Always." He said softly with a tender smile.

I brought my hands up to my shoulders and slipped the gown from them, it pooled on the floor around my feet. I stepped down into the water and slowly walked toward Sam. He stood up and met me in the middle of the bath.

His hands brushed up my sides as he gently took me in his arms. We spent more time exploring each other's bare flesh with lips and fingers than anything else.

I felt myself growing hotter and let the memory fade as I opened my eyes. Sam opened his eyes at the same time and without delay our lips met eagerly. Before long we were both naked and under the sheets.

When we were finished I laid on his chest as he ran his fingers through my long hair. "So, Nereida, huh? I like it. Why did you come to be in the bath?"

"I thought the purpose was rather evident." I said with a snicker as I got up and headed toward the bathroom for a proper shower, leaving the door open.

I was getting into the hot water when Sam entered. I could see his shadow on the other side of the curtain and saw him lean against the counter as he buttoned a pair of jeans.

"What was your life like before you met us in your first life?" Sam asked.

I closed my eyes and tried to retrieve those memories, but they were hard to grasp and seemed to be fragmented. A wedding, I was unhappy, clearly. A war, a dead husband and… my hand rubbing my stomach, with a soft smile… the image seemed to crack and disappear.

I shook my head as I finished washing my hair and body. "I can't really see much, it's like it's fragmented, distorted somehow. I can see me getting married, not by choice, clearly arranged. And my husband dying in a battle of some kind. But that's really it. There's not much to grasp before I met you two. I clearly lived a life of luxury in that time."

"Well, maybe that's all part of being blessed by Aphrodite, forgetting your past before us." Sam said softly as I turned off the water.

Sam handed me a towel. "Guess so."

We heard Dean enter and Sam went out to get his food. I spent time blow drying my hair, which was still amazingly soft and I couldn't help but play with it.

I got out of the bathroom and dressed in a clean pair of jeans a black bra and a tan blouse that was slightly see through with the darker bra.

I sat down in a chair beside Dean and opened my to go box with a french dip sandwich and fries. Dean had also gotten a new six pack and a fresh bottle of whiskey.

"She rock your world, again?" Dean asked with a chuckle.

"Um, excuse me, sitting right here!" I said.

Sam pulled a shirt over his head, "If you must know, yes. But I'm sure you already knew the answer."

I dropped my head into my hands. "I can't believe you two!" My words muffled slightly by my hands.

Dean rubbed my thigh, "But you're so cute when you're embarrassed, babe." His hand slipped away, "You're the one sleeping with two brothers here, Dee. You should be one the flaunting us around proudly." He flashed his crooked grin as I looked up at him.

"Oh, yeah, I'll be the envy of every lonely housewife and horny teen!" I scoffed.

Dean and Sam both laughed.

We finished eating and spent the rest of the day in the room.

I was at my laptop finishing up emails and got a skype call from my lawyer handling the legal side of the foundation. She was a friend from college that I had helped through some of her tougher legal classes and helped her study for her bar exam.

"What's up, Chelsea?" I said as I connected the call.

"So glad I caught you online! I don't have your new number. I was talking to Ted about your accounts, but I needed to talk to you personally."

"About what?"

She seemed to glance behind me at both of the guys sitting on the bed right behind me. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" She smirked at me and mouthed the word "hot".

"As good a time as any. So, what's up?"

"Well, I have your emails about the donations and I'm working on that right now, but the foundation is… well, Dee, it's growing."

"What do you mean, I'm not adding any extra funds to it, am I?"

"No the usual amount, but we're recieving tons of donations right now. It seems people are really enjoy a silent foundation that is more suited to unspecific donations. Here in Seattle the foundation has made headline news. Dee, I'm afraid this is growing beyond just you, hun. We need to think about setting up a board of directors. You can continue to be a silent owner, but we are gonna have to set something up soon."

"Who are the top benefactors right now, other than me?"

"I can send you a list of them and their information, are you thinking of setting up the top benefactors as the board of directors?"

"I'm not really fond of setting up directors, Chelsea. This was supposed to stay a small independant foundation. I didn't want a ton of directors that need an income. This is a charity not a business."

"I get that, but we need to do something, Dee. Do you realize that the Make-a-wish foundation has a board of directors with almost ten people."

"Yeah, and they're certainly not a non-profit organization, regardless of what they say."

"Alright, what I can do is get a list together of possible directors that will agree to remain… non-profit and we can go from there. I'll need a few days to get the list for you and make sure that they agree verbally. If you approve then we can work on contracts and get a board set up."

I sighed, "Fine, do that, but if they don't agree to stay non-profit then no board."

"you realize that if that happens, Dee, you will need to be more present to do more work for the foundation."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Is there anything else?"

"I made partner in my firm."

I smiled, "Congrats, you earned it."

"No, I didn't. You earned it for me. When I landed you as the firm's top client, I was bumped up in the running for partner. When the foundation started taking off, as well as your independent investments, well, it gave me the partnership."

"Chelsea, you're the one doing excellent work. I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't think you were fully capable."

"Stop being so modest! If it weren't for you I wouldn't have even passed the BAR exam! I still say you should get your degree in law! You'd make an excellent lawyer!"

"Yeah, but I hate the politics!"

"Anyway, you gonna introduce me to the very nice eyecandy behind you!"

I rolled my eyes and moved aside so that she could get a better look. "Dean," he waved with a smile. "And Sam." he smiled shyly.

"And which one is the boyfriend that Ted keeps talking about?" She leaned forward eagerly.

Dean got up, "That would probably be me, but.. ah… Dee's kinda with both of us now." He smiled widely and kissed my cheek before walking toward the bathroom.

Chelsea squealed, "Seriously?! Dee! You little slut!"

I dropped my head in my hand, my smile gone as I turned the laptop toward me. "Please, don't do that."

"Oh, come on, Dee! I'm just teasing you. But seriously, girl, that is so not fair. I work so much that I barely have time to get laid once a month! And there you are, sitting in a hotel room with not one, but two very attractive guys! That is so not fair, and yet so very hot!"

"Alright, are we done now?"

"Oh, I'm sure you wanna get back to those two so yeah. I'll send you the email once I get the information for you."

"Alright, later Chelsea."

"Bye."

I closed the laptop as Dean came out of the bathroom. "You know you don't need to be going around telling everyone, Dean."

"Why not? I've got nothing to hide." He replied. "And neither do you. You know what, I really don't care if the whole world knows that we're both with you. Sam, you got a problem with everyone knowing that we are both with the same girl…?"

"Not really, but if Dee doesn't want to go announcing it to the world, we should respect that." Sam replied moving to the end of the bed. "It's not exactly a model design for a relationship, Dean. I can guarantee you that most won't understand it and they'll just judge her wrongly for it. Or us."

"Since when have any of us cared what other people thought?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "Just out of curiosity, Dee, how many life times have you lived hiding your relationship with the two your bonded too?"

I took a deep breath, knowing I had plenty of energy flowing through me from Sam. I filed through my many memories finding images of me proudly displaying both men on my arms. I went further back to my first life time and saw an image of me sitting in what appeared to be a throne with both of them beside me, one on each side. They sat on the step by my feet, one of them each having a hand wrapped around my leg, touching my inner thigh as I faced a council of some sort.

Even then, I had proudly displayed them both, but in today's world that couldn't be easily accepted.

I opened my eyes and glanced at them both. They were looking at me expectantly. "Well?" Dean asked.

"Never." I said.

"Then why start now? The only people that should have a problem with it are the two sleeping with the same woman. Yet for some very very strange reason that I can't explain, it doesn't bother me. And I know that somewhere inside me it should, but it doesn't. I'm not willing to start a weird threesome or any crap like that, but I don't see why you have to walk around pretending to be with only one of us at a time. Dee, you're our girl, we're your guys. I'm not ashamed." Dean said proudly.

I smiled tenderly at him. "You're right. I'm not ashamed of being with you, both of you." I walked over and took one of their hands in each of mine.

I felt the instant compounding flow of energy like an electrical current running through all of us. They both felt it too. We stood there in shock for a moment and then slipped our hands away.

"Well that was… enlightening." Dean said, rubbing his hands together.

"Um, yeah, what was that?" Sam asked standing up.

"The bond?" I offered.

They guys seemed to accept that. We ended up going to the bar for drinks and some food, Dean having heard that the food was pretty good there. I didn't dress up or anything, I wore the jeans and see through blouse with me new leather jacket.

We walked there since it was just a few blocks away. I hand a hand resting in the crock of each of their arms as we walked there. It wasn't a busy bar and there was no dancing, to my dismay. But there was whiskey and beer and food.

We finished eating and Dean was going to get more shots for us, but I offered. I walked up to the bartender and ordered three shots of whiskey for us.

The bartender, who happened to be a rather pretty blonde, smiled, "So, they both with you?"

"Uh, yeah." I said with a smile.

"And how does that work out for you? Not judging, hun… envious, actually."

"It works for us."

"I think you're the one getting the better end of the deal, but they seem happy." She smiled wider at me as Dean approached and wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

She set the shots on the counter, "Enjoy." She winked and walked away.

Dean grabbed two of the shot and carried them back as I grabbed the third and downed it at the bar. The bartender nodded at me indicating I could pour myself another shot. I carried that shot back to the table.

We spent another hour at the bar finishing the pitcher of beer Dean had ordered.

Sam said he would walk to the diner for some coffee and let Dean and I have the room. He left five minutes before us.

As Dean and I were walking back he had his arm wrapped around my side. "I will never get over the fact that you're with us."

"Why?"

"Blessed by Aphrodite aside, you're beyond amazing, Dee. Gorgeous, smart, talented in so many ways, sexy as hell. You could've had your pick of anyone."

I turned and faced him. The words that came out were strange, but true and I felt them in my very soul. "Dean, I waited lifetimes for you two to return to me. I've always belonged to you two and always will."

We made it to the hotel door and he opened it and we walked inside. I slipped my jacket and boots off as he did the same on the end of the bed. Then he pulled me to his lap where I straddled him.

"Show me something from your first life." He said softly.

I smiled and closed my eyes searching for a memory. When I found one of us I held it and let the energy flow between us as I played it.

I was standing over a balcony, my sheer blue gown blowing gently in the breeze. I hand my arms wrapped around myself.

Dean stepped out of the shadows. "I requested an audience with your father."

"I know."

"I don't seek his words of approval, Nereida. I seek yours."

I turned slowly and smiled at him, "Have I not already given you my words?"

He stepped closer and brought his hand tenderly to my cheek, "Not in so many ways that I would have it."

I ran my hands up his bare chest, feeling the magnetic pull toward him. "And what would you have me say?"

"I would have you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me, as much as I love you."

"Is it not obvious how I feel?"

"I would have you say it."

"I would have you show me how much you love me. Words are easy…" I slipped the gown from my shoulders and it fell to the floor around my feet.

Dean lifted me into his arms and carried me inside to the bed, laying me gently on my back and taking his time as he caressed and kissed every inch of me until we were both quivering in ecstasy.

I let the memory slip and opened my eyes. Dean smirked at me, "Even centuries ago you were a vixen." He brought his lips to mine before I could say anything.

Instead of undoing the buttons on my blouse he lifted it over my head. I pulled his shirt off and he picked me up and laid me on my back as he got my jeans off. I closed my eyes and got lost in the familiar flow of his energy through me.

I fell asleep in his arms and heard Sam return not long after. He was quiet and went straight to bed.

I began to dream, but they weren't very clear images. They were memories. Being told that my husband in my first life was leaving for war, I clearly didn't care because I didn't care for him.

He had taken me the night before leaving. I was his wife and didn't really have a say in the matter and back then it wasn't considered rape. But after we was done and snoring I left and cried.

Months later when I was told he was dead I didn't shed a tear, I only rubbed my… swollen belly.

The image disappeared as I heard the sweetest little voice, "Momma…" So softly.