Lucky One [ON HOLD]

Chapter Three: You Look Cute in Glasses

Sam unlocked the door to the room as Nicole stood off to the side, her arms crossed and her eyebrows scrunched together.  He offered her a grin, but she just groaned and shoved past them, making her way into the room. Dean walked in after her, dropping his duffel bag on one of the beds, crinkling the nicely made bed adorned with several cream covered throw pillows and a red duvet.

"Well, we've stayed in worse," Sam pointed out, scanning the room. There was a small T.V. mounted to the wall by the doorway, two beds with mints resting on the pillow, a thick shag carpet covering the floor, and a small mini-fridge.

“Yeah,” Dean added. “For such a sketchy lobby this place is actually kind of nice.” He looked over at Nicole for her thoughts, but she just sighed and walked into the bathroom, immediately screaming.

"What? What's wrong?!" Dean shouted, him and Sam both rushing towards the bathroom.

"There's a spider!" She shrieked, running out, hysteric.  Dean rolled his eyes.

"You’re kidding me, right? You’re afraid of spiders? Is this not the same girl who killed three demons last week and just burned some bones?" He taunted. Nicole stepped back from him, hurt.

"They're creepy, okay,” she admitted. “They’re different from monsters.  Just kill it, please." Dean went into the bathroom and Sam walked over to her and gave her arm a reassuring squeeze, glaring at Dean for his insensitivity.

"Thanks," she whispered, looking up at him. He smiled down at her. "But let's not forget who's afraid of planes." She cocked her head back at Dean and Sam laughed. Dean walked out of the bathroom after a few seconds, and scowled when he saw Sam with Nicole, laughing.

"I killed it," he said, causing them to break apart.

"Thanks, Dean," Nicole said, relived, and yawned. "Well, I'm exhausted."

"Me too," Sam admitted. "You can use the bathroom first, if you want. I know you probably wanna take your contacts out." Nicole mouthed a silent thank you and grabbed her bag from the floor, closing the bathroom door behind her.

"What the hell, man!" Dean whisper shouted once she had gone into the bathroom. "How are you doing that?" Sam looked confused.

"Doing what?" He asked. Dean sighed.

"Be all perfect and nice and crap."

"I don't know, am I? I'm just trying to be nice to her, that's all. Geez, cool it," Sam replied, trying to calm him down. Before Dean could say anything else, Nicole walked out of the bathroom, wearing one of Dean's faded Metallic t-shirts and some baggy gray sweatpants, her hair in a messy bun and her glasses mounted on her nose.

"Hey," Dean said, nodding, trying to act nonchalant, noting that she was wearing his old t-shirt. 

"Hey yourself," she said slowly, raising an eyebrow. She pushed her glasses back to rest further on her nose and walked over to her and Dean’s bed, sorting through her duffel bag, finally pulling out a torn up book.

"I don't understand why you don't wear your glasses more often, you look cute in them," Sam remarked.

"Yeah, right, thanks," she laughed.

"No, I'm serious. Doesn't she look good in her glasses, Dean?" Dean nodded.

"Totally. You rock the whole nerdy thing, unlike Sam over here," he responded, while pointing a finger back at Sam and winking at her. She smiled.

"You guys are weird," she mumbled, crawling under the covers of the bed. Sam laughed, and pulled his shirt off.

"Damn," Nicole whispered, averting her eyes down to her book. Sam glanced back at her while putting on a clean t shirt. Dean looked at him and rolled his eyes.

"Have some dignity, man," he muttered, pushing past him to get to the bathroom. After Sam had finished changing, he sat down next to Nicole on the bed.

"Hey sleepy head," he said, fixing her glasses. She looked up at him, smiling.

"Hey." He looked down at her book.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Harry Potter for the hundredth time," she bragged. Sam laughed.

"Hey, I don't blame you. It's a good series." She nodded absentmindedly, looking back down at the book. He sat there and just watched her for a moment before speaking again.

"What's happening?"

"Ron just got poisoned with a love potion." Sam nodded.

"Nasty stuff," he said, grimacing at remembering his past with love potions. He scooted closer next to her and she rested her head slightly on his chest. They stayed like that for a few moments before Dean came out of the bathroom.

"What's going on?" He asked, eyeing Sam.

"Nicole was telling me about her book," he said quickly, getting off the bed. Dean nodded warily.

"Okay, well, I think it's time to hit the hay." Everyone nodded in agreement. Sam went over to his own bed and Dean got into the one with Nicole. She marked her page in her book and took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes. Dean looked at her and smiled.

"You look exhausted," he whispered, turning off the night stand lamp.

"I am,” she groaned. “We haven't slept in a few days, Dean. Not all of us can run purely on coffee." She pulled the blanket over her body and closed her eyes, laying the furthest away possible from him. After a few seconds of lying there though, she moved over some so her back was against Dean's chest. He smiled and put his arm around her protectively.

"Good night," he whispered, kissing her forehead.