I Have Two Faces; Blurry is the One I'm Not

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Dean pulls up outside of my apartment building, the Impala still rumbling as I open my door. "Thanks guys-" I start as I uneasily begin to stumble out of the car, my legs wobbling.

Dean grabs my arm and yanks me back into the car. He casts a quick glance to Sam in the backseat. "We need to stay here tonight."

I analyze his tone for some hint of joviality, some underlying trigger word to declare that he was kidding, but I can't find one. He is all business. His jaw is set and his hazel eyes bore solemnly into my own. "You don't honestly-"

"We mean it." Sam grunts from the back, eyeing me over the headrest. "We need to make sure the Daeva went back to hell and isn't still coming after you." He and Dean exchange serious glances once more. "If it did come back, you need someone here to protect you."

Dean bobs his head up and down twice. "Just one night. Tonight. Then we're out of your hair unless we need your help further while we're in Seattle." He raises his eyebrows and smiles gently.

I mull it over, chewing on my lip as I think.

It's not that I don't trust them - they just saved my friend's lives and my own as well - it's just that I'm unaccustomed to company. Nikki's old bedroom only has a mattress and I have no spare sheets. They'll have nowhere warm to sleep, and I highly doubt they'll want to cuddle up to the itchy afghan I keep on the chair. And although Sam seems like the neighbour you could trust to water your plants and feed your pets while you're on vacation, Dean, as much as my tiny heart flutters inside the cold cavern that is my chest whenever he's around, seems like the kind of guy that would eat all of your food and possibly steal your dog if you left him to house sit.

"I don't know," I pause, trying to formulate a coherent sentence, "I don't exactly have somewhere for you guys to sleep, and honestly I fear that Dean's going to eat all of my food," Sam snickers while Dean grins somewhat indignantly, "and I don't normally have overnight guests-"

"Then only one of us can stay." Sam suggests quickly. "Dean could stay here," I recieve a cheesy smile and a thumbs-up from the Winchester in question, "and I can see if they need help at the bar, or just hang out at the motel."

In that instant, I'm thankful that my back is to the streetlights, as I feel heat rush to my cheeks with Sam's suggestion. "I, uh-"

Dean reaches an arm out and rests it across the top of my seat. "It's either both of us stay or just one. We aren't leaving you alone." His voice is stern, one of his eyebrows arched high above his eye, his forehead wrinkling up. He half-smiles knowingly as he scans my face, looking for an answer.

"I guess, I mean, if you both want to stay-"

"I think I'd better get back to the motel-"

Sam and I speak at the same time, staring, somewhat perturbed, at each other as we speak. Dean shrugs and taps on the steering wheel with the base of his palm. "So is Sammy stayin' or am I dropping him off at the motel?"

Yourcall, Sam." I slowly turn my face to Sam and lift my eyebrows, gnawing on my cheek.

Sam shrugs his shoulders. "I think I'll head back to the motel. Night Sabby."

Unsure of whether or not they want me to go with them to drop Sam off or not, my hand hovers shakily over the door handle. "Um-"

"Go ahead upstairs. I'll be back in ten minutes. " Dean reassures me, smiling a soft, genuine smile.

I go to close the door, but Dean shouts "Wait!" I poke my head back into the car to see him peeling off his leather jacket. "You can't go in there looking all bandaged up." I look down at my torso. He was right - I couldn't just waltz into the lobby with the bloody bandaging that was wrapped around my torso, my black shirt jaggedly cut to a length where if I were to raise my arms, my bra would be visible. He hesitantly tosses me his leather jacket, worry for his possession etching itself into his face.