Heartbeat [spn]

Part 4

Dean unlocked the door and pushed it open despite his hands being full of what he deemed as breakfast on your ride back to the hotel room. You laughed as he almost dropped a bag, "Shoulda let me carry one."

He turned to you briefly, eyeing you with a mean glare before making his way fully into the room. Sam still lay there, soft snores leaving him as you walked in and tried to quietly shut the door behind you. The further you walked in the more of Sam you could see; he had kicked off the blanket exposing himself clearly to the room. He lay in the same position you crawled under, only he had obviously replaced you with a pillow he was clinging tightly too.

Dean scoffed, setting down the food and shaking his head. "Im gonna go shower." You announced, walking past both brothers and locking yourself in the room. It was these moments, moments alone, where you were able to think about everything going on that really got to you.

Your shower was quick, the rumble in your stomach and knowing food was within striking distance kept you from soaking in the shower for hours like you had planned to do. The Winchester brothers were being more than helpful, but you never got the chance to really grieve or wrap your mind around everything happening.

Leaving the room, you saw that Sam had moved, but was still asleep. Dean on the other hand was deep in his Chinese food, not focusing on you at all. You threw yourself down in the char across Dean, searching the already opened boxes for something to satisfy your hunger.

You chewed your food slowly, savoring the flavor of it all, your stomach continuing to growl. "Does he always sleep this long?" You asked, looking over at Sam. Your eyes lingered on him, on his peaceful face, his messy hair, and his arms clinging for dear life around that pillow.

Dean set his food down, "No. You must of kept him up all night." Dean wagged his eyebrows at you with a large smile on his face.

You scoffed, "in his dreams."

"Oh I am sure that is exactly what he is dreaming about." Dean motioned to Sam who squeezed the pillow close to his chest.

"Gross."

Sam started to stir awake now, leaning on his elbows and running a hand through his hair. He looked around, noticing that he was lone in bed. He sat up, sighing deeply before rising to his feet. "Well good morning princess." Dean said, jumping to his feet. Sam laughed, turning towards his brother. "Breakfast is on the table. Eat up."

Sam finally looked over at you, giving you a small nod as he all but threw himself into the seat Dean had just left. "Chinese for breakfast? Really Dean?" He lifted a few of the containers, sniffing at the goods before setting the containers back down.

"What can I say, I was feeling ethnic this morning." Dean raised his hands in defense.

Sam laughed, "Ethnic? Yeah okay." He rolled his eyes. Picking up another container, this time picking at the food with his own chopsticks.

Dean shook Sam's words off, ignoring them completely. "Hope you're well rested," He said, "We get to suit up today and do a few interviews." He said with a rather large smile on his face.

"What'd you find?" Sam asked, his serious voice on for the first time all morning.

Dean looked back and forth between you and Sam. He stammered, the words on the tip of his tongue but unable to come out. He gave Sam a look, one that asked his brother if he should even say anything in front of you. Sam gave him a small nod, but you could tell both were wary about talking logistics in front of you.

Dean breathed deeply, "I looked into their jobs. Looks like Y/F/N had a promotion the other day." His eyes met yours, "Just need to get our feelers out."