Queen Of Paradox (Unedited)

Wrong

Lana lay in a crumpled heap in the large bed. Even though she had survived, the process had left her weak and practically helpless. Crap what do I do now? How long will it take for my strength to return? She couldn't just lay here for God knows how long. She was contemplating what to do when two male, and very familiar voices, sounded outside the door of the room she was placed in. She shouldn't have been able to hear what they were saying, but their conversation was as clear as day.

"I really don't see why we both had to come, in fact, you can just leave" the growled statement belonged to William.A snort sounded in reply and the Dean's voice, sounding amused floated to her ears.

"Why? So you can be her knight in shining armor? Or is it because she's most likely to f-" the sound of flesh against flesh sounded and a groan followed then a "you fucking bastard!" and then more noises of violence erupted and she rolled her eyes.

If she was able, she would have yanked the door open, knocked their heads together and step over their unconscious bodies. She loved those two guys but sometimes she just loved to hate them. They must have regained their senses because a minute or so later the door swung open revealing their breathtaking figures. William, sported his usual serious expression except his blue-green eyes seemed cloudy with an emotion similar to..concern? She didn't dare believe it. His dirty blond hair was slicked back like usual giving her a full view of his handsome face and boy did she view. He was tall about six feet four inches and seemed to fill the room.

His body was toned and defined seemingly craved from stone. He wore a simple white T that looked as if it was painted on and black fatigues. Black boots completed the outfit. Despite his simple appearance she knew weapons littered his body and the same went for Dean. She let her gaze roam over Dean and it was almost to much.

His body was just as ripped and clad in a black T, black leather jacket, ripped jeans and biker boots. He was the rugged and hot tempered type his short brown hair spiked up and his bright blue eyes alight with mischief. He was tall too, standing at six feet. With the two of them fully in the room it was damn well crowded.

"Hey kitkat" Dean said, calling her by his pet name for her, "nice wings" his gaze moved over her naked form and a smirk touched his lips "among other things" If Lana wasn't so tired she would have been embarrassed but right now she couldn't find the strength to care. William walked over to the bed and knelt beside her "you can go home now" he informed her. That was Will, a man of few words but that was part of his charm. She mustered up a weak smile, "yeah I figured" she croaked through dry lips and an equally dry throat. He wasted no time scooping her up and holding her against his hard chest. Her body gave a sigh of relief and relaxed against him.

Dean frowned but didn't say anything, simply turned and started out the door, Will was right behind him. Even with her current state Lana knew something was up they were acting strange, more hostile than usually. William and Dean never got along, that was a well known fact but they were tolerate of each other because she was friends with them both. But...something was different. She wanted to ask but being cradled in Will's warmth and held so protectively her body finally gave in to an urge it was denied since she was placed in the tower. It shut down and she found herself fast asleep.