Loved by a Winchester

Meeting

The next morning I get up to make breakfast for Sam and I. When I walk in to the living room to turn on the news I hear snoring so decided not to turn it on, thinking so I don't wake Sam who is sleeping on the couch.

30 minutes later

With eggs, sausage, and muffins made and the OJ out almost everything is ready when Sam walks in.

"Morning sleepy head." I say joking around.

"Morning.." he says in his sleepy voice.

"You know I said you can sleep in the guest room right. You didn't have to sleep on the couch."

"What do you mean. I slept in the room."

I thought a second then whispered,"then who the hell is on my couch?!?"

Sam then walks in there with a bat that was in the corner. When he returns he is smiling and laughing looking at me like I just asked him a stupid question.

"What is so funny?!?" I say a little louder than I intended.

"Clara, keep it down. It is ok, that is my brother. He came after you fell asleep last night so I told him to sleep on the couch."

I felt so stupid forgetting that he was coming. "Well go get him up and tell him breakfast is ready. Thankfully I made extra."

Sam doesn't argue seeing that my face is red with embarrassment. A few seconds later Sam walks in with a sleepy Dean on his heels.

"Mornin'." Dean says, damn he is hotter then I expected. He doesn't have on a shirt so i see his abs, and his morning voice is so hot that i froze when he spoke for the first time.

"Clara, you good?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." I say setting everything out for them while shaking my head in embarrassment.

Over breakfast I can't stop staring at Dean and his green apple eyes. When he looks at me I look away, not wanting him to notice me staring even though I'm pretty sure he already does.

"So Clara," Dean says his morning voice gone, "what do you do in your free time? What are your hobbies?"

"Really?" Sam asks.

"What I am just making conversation."

I don't answer his question right away. Still trying to collect myself, still taken aback by Deans appearance.

"Clara, are you ok? You are scaring me." Sam says after 5 minutes of me just staring straight ahead. Dean comes over trying to get me to snap out of it. But when he touches me, I run to the bathroom and get sick.

I hear a soft knock on the door and Sam says," Are you ok?"

Then hear," Come on let us in, we can help." It was Dean which made me get sick even more.

About a minute later I hear soft voices then footsteps. I hear the bathroom door open and a large had on my back. I think it is Sam until I hear his voice, " Hey it will be ok. Sam ran out to get some medication for you." With that I freeze and look up seeing soft green eyes staring down at me and a rough hand offering me a warm washcloth​.

I back away from him slowly and he looks confused, "What's wrong? What is going on?" He has a look of concern.

"I am fine, you can go. I will be just..."

He cuts me off, "I don't think so. You are sick and shouldn't be left alone like this."

I am backed up into a corner and he walks up to me. I try to get away but I am cornered. He slowly sits next to me while my eyes are wider then ever. He puts a hand on my shoulder then on my back and I stiffened up. He lifts me gently seeing that I am uncomfortable and places me in his lap. When he starts to whisper Carry On my Wayward Son, I start to loosen up. He notices and holds me tighter then before making sure that I am ok.

I rest my head on his chest and I can smell his shirt. It smells of motor oil, leather, and a colone that you reconize. It is one that my uncle used to wear. All the smells combined smell like nothing I have ever smelled before and I soon fall into a soft sleep.

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Sorry for the short chapters. I am new at this and will try to make them longer. Thanks guys and hope you enjoy!!