TORN [A Dean Winchester Fanfiction]

Sammy's Game

After they ate and talked, they headed to the motel down the street and Dean went into the office and got three rooms. He handed Bobby his key first and then handed Scarlett hers.

"You're not gonna share with Scarlett?" Sam teased through the open window of the Impala. Dean ignored him as he got in the drivers seat and drove around the lot to where their three hotel rooms were at, Scarlett driving right behind them with Bobby in the passenger seat.

Bobby gave the back of Sam's head a glare through the windshield of the GTO and the back window of the Impala while Scarlett remained unaware of the comment. She parked next to Dean and grabbed the backpack and suitcase out of her trunk, going into her room and locking the door behind her while Bobby and the boys got settled in the rooms on either side of hers. She wondered if they had given her the room in the middle on purpose and scoffed as she got undressed and then stepped into the shower.

Once she's done, she steps out and wraps a towel around her hair and grabs another, drying herself off and wrapping it tightly around her body. Just as she exits the bathroom there is a knock on the door. She furrows her eyebrows and opens it a little to see Dean standing there, this of course only makes her more confused.

She opens the door a little more, just enough to poke her head out. "What's up?"

"Sam locked me out," he replies with an almost nonexistent pout.

She chuckles a little, "why would he do that?"

"Because he thinks I got three singles on purpose."

"Three singles? You guys also received a single?"

He nods, scratching the back of his neck, he was trying not to pay attention to her exposed collarbone and shoulder. She had clearly just gotten out of the shower, did Sam lock him out at this moment on purpose? Nah, he wouldn't... Would he?

"Well why don't you just go get a different room?"

"They said they only had two unoccupied rooms and that there were problems with both of them."

"Why don't you stay in here with me then?" She suggested without really thinking about it. He shook his head, opening his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "Don't you dare shoot down my generosity!" She scolded him playfully, scowling at him before stepping out of his way so he could come inside. "Besides, it's cold out there." she shivered a little.

He smiled and came in, trying not to look at her. He knew she was wrapped in a towel and he also knew that if he were to look he may not be able to tear his eyes away. He sat at the small dining table, keeping his eyes away fairly well.

She walked across the room after closing and locking the door. Once she reached the edge of the bed she opened her suitcase and grabbed her night shirt and a pair of underwear. she quickly walked into the bathroom, not realizing the door didn't completely close as she dropped her towel and pulled the clothes she had gathered on, glancing in the mirror as she dries her hair a little with the towel before hanging both on separate hooks and exiting the bathroom while brushing her hair. Dean blinked a few times, trying not to look where her shirt was riding up. It was long so he still didn't think her panties were showing, but her legs were very, very nice.

"So why don't you hit the shower and I'll go yell at Sam to get your stuff." She said as she fastened her hair up in a sloppy bun on the top of her head.

"Well, that'll work I guess." He had removed his jacket, which she picked up and slid on as he spoke. He watched her with amusement, trying not to focus on how good she looked.

"Cool, go on then. You're not sleeping in my bed all dirty. Get," she pulled his arm until he got up and then gave him a small push as she said the last word. She smirked a little as she turned around and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind her and taking two steps to Sam's door and knocking.

"Go away Dean."

"It's Scarlett."

"Oh," she heard some shuffling and then Sam unlocked and opened the door. He looked around to see no Dean in sight. "What can I do for you?" Sam looked down, noticing his brothers jacket hanging from her small frame and the goosebumps covering her legs.

"I'm here to acquire your brothers belongings."

"Sure, gimme a sec." Sam disappeared for less than a minute and then hands her Dean's bag. A small smirk was itching at the corners of Sam's mouth as he handed it over. "Goodnight Scarlett," he was clearly smug as he leaned against the door. He towered over her, even barefoot, and Scarlett couldn't help but notice his shirtlessness either.

"Goodnight, Sammy." She smirked as she walked back to his room as his face fell a little, dammit.

She knew he didn't like that particular nickname and he clearly only tolerated Dean calling him by it sometimes. She knew he was winning whatever little game he was playing, so why not get in a few punches when she could?

She was back in her own room in no time and set his bag down on his side of the bed and then taking hers off and placing it on the ground against the wall.

She didn't even notice the shower had turned off. Nor did she notice that the bathroom door was open and Dean was sanding there with a towel wrapped around his hips.

She climbed onto the bed and crawled up to the pillows, laying down and taking a deep breath. All the while Dean watched as he walked over to the bed and unzipped his bag, trying not to stare at the red panties that were now partially exposed, her black shirt having ridden up a little at the hip.

She opened her eyes, not noticing that she was more exposed than before. "Hey," her eyes danced down to his hips and then back to his face. She had to try her hardest not to let her eyes linger too long.

"Hey," he smiles a little as he notices the glance she makes. He takes out his pajama pants and goes back into the bathroom, returning only seconds later. "Are you as tired as I am?" He asks as he moves his bag to the floor, next to hers.

"I may be more tired," she smiles softly as she gets under the blankets.

He turns off the lights, making sure the door is locked first, and then sliding into bed next to her.

She rolls over, getting closer to his warmth. "I'm very cold," she whispers softly.

"Here," he whispers back, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him so that her back is pressed against his chest. "Better?"

She hums her reply softly as she closes her eyes. Her breathing starts to even out, and he relaxes. Allowing himself to start to fall asleep as well.