You woke up only to find the bed empty. The blankets pulled around you and covering your basically naked body. You sighed, but quickly made your way out of the bed and towards your bathroom. You took a long shower, letting the cold water wash over you. You leaned against the tiles, letting the water cascade down you, washing away last nights sweat and various other things that might still be lingering on you.

Thoughts of last night made you excited again, feeling a new wetness pool between your legs. You shook those thoughts away, trying to not linger on the thought of Sam's muscles, or how big he was. How much he would fill you up.

A knock on the door brought you back to the real world, and forced you to quickly cover your body with your hands. "Y-yes?" You asked.

"Hey, Y/N I know you're in the shower but I need to talk to you about something." Dean said behind the door. You quickly turned the water off, searching frantically for a towel and wrapping it around you.

You opened the door, standing in just your towel and dripping wet hair. "Yeah?"

"I-uh I can wait." Dean seemed nervous as he stood before you. Eyes flicking on and off your wet body. He tried hard to look away, but for some reason he kept getting drawn to you.

"No its okay." You said, pushing past him and into the room. You walked to your suitcase, searching for what you were going to wear tonight. Your clothes were still in a mess around the floor of the room. And you hoped that Dean didn't know what had happened here last night. "What did you wanna say?"

"I- I was hoping that we could talk today." Dean turned his back to you.

You laughed, "Isn't that what we're doing?"

"No, I mean not here." Dean gestured to the other room where you could hear Sam shuffling around. You nodded in response, "Yeah. So I'll let you get ready." And he left. Shutting the door behind him.

You weren't sure what lie Dean had told Sam to get out of the hotel alone with you, but it worked. Because here you sat in the front seat of the quiet Impala growing nervous. Dean hadn't said anything the past few minutes as you sat there, no music, no nothing.

"Dean? As much as I enjoy driving around, what did you want to talk to me about?" You pat your hands on your thighs.

"Right." Dean nodded. "So I couldn't help but notice how late you guys came home yesterday. And even though Sam was trying to keep you quiet he failed miserably." Dean chuckled, "I'm not going to lecture you, that boy needed what you gave him. But I want you to know what your signing up for."

You thought about that, "Signing up for?"

"Look, this is me and Sam's life. This car right here takes us everywhere we need to go," He pat his hand on the dashboard. "And every few days that's somewhere new. This is our home."

"Okay?" You weren't sure where this was going. You had an idea, something about the older brother I'll kick your ass if you hurt him speech.

"You know your family, witches, all of this we're doing? Its our job. We hunt everything that goes bump in the night." Dean looked over at you as he talked, but kept his main focus on the road.

"Again okay?"

"No reaction?" Dean pulled the car over, killing the engine on the side of the road. He faced you, arm over the back of the seat as he did. "We told you there were witches and you didn't talk for an hour. Hell, you ran away because you didn't believe. Now I tell you vampires, ghosts, werewolves are all real and nothing?"

"I guess its just easier to wrap my head around now." You said, and it wasn't a lie. Something about everything now just seemed, not so scary, not so threatening. Like 'duh!'

"Of course it is." He drug his hand down has face, as if he was annoyed you didn't react more. He sat forward again, both hands on the wheel as if he was driving, only he wasn't.

"Why are you telling me all this now though?" You asked.

"Because I don't want to see Sam get hurt, and I really don't want to see you get hurt." He turned to you again, his hands in his lap.

You were taken back by this. Shocked that Dean wasn't yelling at you to not hurt his brother but instead saying that he was worried about you. "And you think I would?"

"I think you don't know how to handle yourself against anything and that makes you a major risk factor in this little hunt. And if you tag along for the next one." Dean sighed, his words were harsher than he had wanted, but he didn't know any other way to tell you this. "Sam's lost a lot, and most of it is because of this job. Now I know he can pick himself off and brush off the pieces, but something about you makes me think he wont bounce back so quick."

You both sat in silence for a moment. You replaying his words in your head. Dean tapped his fingers against his jeans and you looked out the window at the few passing cars. "I am not trying to scare you Y/N, I just want you to really think about this."

You nodded, knowing Dean was just playing his part. You had been so wrapped up in everything you hadn't allowed yourself to step back and think of everything happening around you.

"Sam already cares so much about you, and obviously you care about him. I just want you both to think about where this is going to lead. Its not going to be a normal relationship. He's not going to take you out on dates, or sip wine with you after a hard day back at the office. He's going to come home bruised and with broken bones, covered in blood. And if you join the team so are you. Every day we put our lives on the line to protect other people, Sam is willing to go even beyond that. And we need to sometimes, without a second thought. Are you going to be okay with him putting it all on his shoulders?"

"Are you?" You asked, seeing the hurt in Dean's eye as he said his little speech.

"No, but this isn't about me. Sam and me know the game, you don't. We've both already had our fare share of deaths, how are you going to cope with his loss a month, a year, down the road?" Dean's voice was no longer soft, no longer playing nice with you. No his words hurt, biting into you with his stern voice.

"Terribly. I would if he died tomorrow too." You could feel the tears threatening your eyes and choked them down. Dean was right, Sam and you couldn't possibly work out. The closest you had come to any sort of violence was killing a bug in your apartment. You yourself were soft, and would rather talk things out than kill or hurt anyone. But Dean was showing you the light, that him and Sam were violent strong creatures.

Your mind went right back to Peter. Peter who was rotting in jail right now for an act of violence, an act committed with his hands none the less. That night was terrible, and you remembered how you had reacted as people tried to pull Peter off the man under him and failed. You remembered seeing the blood on his hands and growing even more scared. You remember seeing the fire in his eyes as he turned back to you and started walking towards you.

The fear inside of you making your heart race. You tried to scream but nothing but air came out. And then it didn't. Peter's hand was wrapped around your throat as he tried to pull you to your feet. You kicked and tried to punch him, but as the air left your lungs and didn't come back, neither did your strength.

Again hands were trying to pry him off of you, but they all failed miserably. He pulled your fuzzy head close to his, whispering threats into your ears. "I'm going to fucking kill you Y/N. Slowly. You think this hurts. Just wait until we're alone." The sounds of sirens closing in only made the threats worse, but at this point your head felt like it was going to explode and the last thing you could focus on was his voice.

He dropped you, complying with the officers of the law as they slapped cuffs around his wrists. But that didn't stop him from yelling out his threats, continuing until they shoved him into the back of the squad car and shut the door so you couldn't hear him anymore.

You had waited just long enough for the bruises to leave your neck before returning home to your parents house. Leaving everything behind in the process. You didn't care. Everything in that place had Peter's threats soaked into it. "You were nothing, I made you." "If it wasn't for me, you'd be whoring yourself on the streets. And both know you'd be good at it."

Your hands wrapped around your throat now, Dean still sitting on the side of you as you did. "Y/N?" He asked, worry in his voice. He reached out for you, his hand barely touching your shoulder before you smacked his touch away. You turned to him, tears streaming down your face as you did.

"I'd like to go back to the hotel room now." You said, holding your sobs back as long as you could.

Dean nodded, "Of course." He roared the car to life and you curled up into your seat. "Y/N, I didn't…"

"Trust me, this isn't your fault." You said, your voice small.

Dean didn't accept this though. "You can tell me."

"Even if I did there's nothing you can do about it." You sighed, wiping away and the tears and hoping that by the time you returned the red would be faded from your eyes. "And don't worry. I wont tell Sam about our little chat."

"Y/N." Dean started

"Its okay. Its your job as sibling, and older sibling. I wont say a thing. I just want to go back to the hotel."

Dean took you back to the hotel in silence. He hated himself for this. This wasn't how it was supposed to go down. Yes he had intended to scare you, but the truth of their lives was scary business. It wasn't something to just gloss over. Dean and Sam were hunters. And that involved a lot of blood, guts, and death along with it. And Dean knew Sam, and knew that Sam wasn't going to sit you down and logically plan this out. Sam was clouded by the hormones flooding through him right now. It had been years since Sam had let himself go, let himself get attached to anyone the way he was with Y/N.

But Dean hadn't meant to bring you to tears, hadn't meant to sneak you into your room with your eyes still red and puffy. He hadn't meant to walk away feeling like crap for hurting you. His intentions were to show you that he was rooting for you two. He liked the idea of Sammy settling down. He still wanted Sam to get out of the job, but he'd never say that again. And Sam had made it more than clear over the years that he wasn't going to leave it. But that he did still want love, and a relationship. And who was Dean to deny that for him. The kid deserved it.

But as Dean watched you wordlessly make your way to your room, shut any and all doors leading to it, and even for extra measure lock the doors, he knew he'd fucked up. Sam looked back and forth between the closed door and his brother, and anger bubbled inside of him.

Dean raised his hands in defense. "I didn't do it."

"Bullshit. When you guys left, she was fine. What did you do." Sam was yelling. His chest puffed out as he neared his brother.

"I told her the truth dammit." Dean pushed past his brother, ignoring the testosterone Sam was trying to show off. "About this life, about this job. She needed to hear it." He sat down on his bed. "But that's not why she's like that. She's not telling us something. Or she's finally letting it soak in that her parents are dead. Have you forgotten that? That she's lost everything? It was only a few years ago when we lost Dad, and we were messed up. She's normal, she can't just bury that shit in hunting like we do."

Sam didn't say anything more. He sat on his bed, leaning his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. Dean relaxed, though he still felt terrible for bringing you back like that.