The real world

Family Road trip

Another motel, just outside the town we suspected Lilith to be in. Sam scoops me up and carries me inside, much to my protesting. None of them trust me enough to stand on my own much less walk.

"One room, two beds." Dean says, slamming down a wad of money on the counter. The clerk cocks an eyebrow at the four of us.

"The trench coat isn't staying." Dean growls. The clerk smirks at me as if he knows some kind of inside joke. I can guess what he's thinking, he hands us the key with a creepy smile.

"Have fun." He coos at us. His response is Dean's middle finger. 

Sam lays me down on the bed. The boys hover around me, checking me for any signs of being sick. 

"Guys, guys! I'm fine!" I laugh, pushing them away. Shakily, I stand up and make my way to the fridge. 

"Should you really be drinking?" Dean asks, "Yea?" Sam adds. A sigh escapes my lips as I grab a hold of one of the beers. They watch with concerned expressions as I take a big gulp. I can't help but giggle. Dean smiles, accepting that I am okay and flops back on the bed with his eyes closed. Sam walks off into the bathroom and I'm left in the small kitchen area with Cas.

"Hey, Cas." I say awkwardly. Unsure of how to react around him.

"Hello." Our eyes are locked again.

"If you two need a moment, I can go outside." Dean mumbles, eyes still closed. Both Cas and I turn away from each other with blushing faces. After a few awkward moments Cas blips out of the room. This sucks.

I walk over the empty bed while Sam is in the bathroom. Sprawled out under the blanket, I turn on the tv. There's nothing on so I settle for staring at Dean till he decides to talk to me.

"Why are you staring at me?" He mumbles.

"There's nothing on tv."

"Where's Sam?"

"Bathroom."

"So you resorted to staring at me? Creep."

"I was hoping we'd have a conversation."

"Why?"

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why are you three so...protective of me?"

"Why wouldn't we be?"

"We have only known each other a few days."

"You grew up around Bobby right?"

"Yea."

"You're a hunter who grew up in this life?"

"Yea."

"You hate it, it sucks, but you do it for the greater good not just vengeance?"

"Of course."

"Then that's good enough for us." He mumbles. I'm stunned into silence, that's all they needed. Just to know I wasn't doing this all for myself. He starts breathing deep and rhythmically, I know he's asleep. I just can't wrap my brain around it. 

Sam exits the bathroom and sits on the edge of the bed. His wet hair drips a big onto the blanket. The gentle giant, I silently chuckle. 

"You didn't have to carry me, I could have walked." I say, moving to get out of the bed. 

"Hey, no, you take the bed. Pass me a pillow and I'll sleep on the floor." He says moving over to me, blocking my small frame from getting up. Sam reaches across me to grab a pillow and walks to the end of the bed. I slide under the cover so my head pops out by his side at the foot of the bed.