Lucky One [ON HOLD]

Chapter Four: What, This?

*AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi guys! Sorry this chapter's a bit short compared to the others, but here it is! Thanks so much for reading it! And I would love you forever and ever if you could you maybe comment and vote? Maybe even follow and favorite? Thanks so much! Without further ado, here's chapter four!*

The blinding light shone through the thin motel curtain. Sam opened his eyes groggily, squinting at the clock. Rubbing his head, he looked over to where Dean and Nicole were sleeping and sighed. They were close together and Dean had his arm around her. That should be me, he thought sadly. He climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Sam bent down at the sink, washing his face. Once he was dressed and ready, he left the room to go get them breakfast. He knew the usual to get: a smoothie for Nicole and a breakfast burger for Dean. The sound of the car engine woke Dean up. He opened his eyes to see Nicole soundly asleep in his arms. He smiled to himself and shook her slightly. She moved a little and grunted.

"Five more minutes," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and opening them slowly. Dean laughed.

"Sorry, sunshine, time to get up." Nicole looked up at him.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself," he said smiling. "Did you get cold last night? Because I thought your goal of the night was to stay as far away from me as possible." She laughed.

"I just didn't want you to be cold. I was being nice. That's all."

"So there was no alternative motive as to why you moved next to me last night?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you’re trying to get at, but it's not gonna work." She moved his arm off of her and got out of the bed.

"You snore by the way," she said, before closing the door behind her.

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20 minutes later, Nicole walked out of the bathroom wearing jeans and a loose fitting sweater; her wet hair draped over her shoulder.

"Finally, princess, why do you take so long in the bathroom?" Dean groaned.

"Sorry I haven't bathed in like five days, it takes a while, okay?" She snapped. Dean held up his hands defensively.

"Okay, geez! You look nice, though," he commented, taking in her appearance. She raised an eyebrow and looked down at what she was wearing.

"What, this? A sweater I stole and jeans that I’ve probably had since the age of 12. Yes, very fashionable." She laughed. "But thanks, Dean." He nodded, smiling.

"No problem." Once she had turned around to go back in and blow-dry her hair, he hit his pillow. Dammit, he thought. How does Sam always know the right thing to say? He heard the sound of the Impala outside. Thank god I'm starving. Sam opened the room's door and made a face when he saw Dean was still in bed.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" He asked. Dean sighed.

"Nicole's in the bathroom." Sam nodded.

"Oh, well that would explain it," he replied, laughing.

"I'm starving, you better have gotten something good," Dean said, rubbing his hands together and taking the bags of food from Sam.

"Yes!" He said, pulling out a breakfast burger. He patted Sam on the shoulder on his way to sit down at the table. "Thanks man."

"Oo is Sam back?" Nicole asked, walking out of the bathroom, her normally wavy hair dried straight. She saw Sam standing there and smiled.

"Did you get my smoothie?" Sam nodded.

"Yup," he said, holding it out to her. "Strawberry banana." Nicole grinned.

"Yay, my favorite! Thanks Sam." She took the smoothie and kissed him on the cheek. Sam, slightly taken aback, took a moment to respond.

"Oh, yeah, sure. It was nothing." Dean was too busy eating his sandwich that he didn't notice this.

"I know we just finished a case and all, but I'm pretty sure there's another one here," Sam said.

"What makes you say that?" Dean asked, his mouth full of food. Sam held up a newspaper.

"Look for yourself."

"Local Man Killed," Nicole read, while sipping at her smoothie. "So what?"

"This has been the fifth murder in the past week. And get this, they found bite marks in the neck." Dean groaned.

"Vamps? Ugh, what are they doing in Nevada?" Sam shrugged.

"Dunno. But we should check it out. Suit up." He walked over to his bag and pulled out a slightly wrinkled suit. Nicole slurped up the last bit of her smoothie.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted," she yawned. Dean looked over at her and smiled. "No thanks to your snoring," she mocked, looking at him. Dean scoffed.

"I do not snore," he said indigently. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, right. Sam, does Dean snore?" She called. Sam chuckled.

 "Yep." Nicole made a 'told you so' face and went to go find her FBI outfit.