Supernatural Fanfic

Unexpected Events

"I am not sitting in a car for another seven hours Dean. Pull over." I demand, legs as dead as my dignity.

"You can't be serious, Sammy she can't be serious." The eldest Winchester whines. The other looking back to my grumbling.

"you bet your ass I'm serious." I mumble, attempting to shake my legs back to life.

"Seems pretty serious to me." Sam chuckles "How 'bout we pull into a motel?"

"How long Sam-o?" I question quizzically.

"Two minutes from the next right." He claims with a smile, groaning I agree, Dean obeying his orders.

--two minutes later--

Dean had gone to get the rooms leaving me and Sam to sort out the trunk and get the bags.

"On a scale of 1-10 how dead do you think my legs were?" I joke, checking if there were any bullets in the gun.

"10." Sam spoke, putting his head down and lifting back up "Seen as you ended up kicking Deans seat."

"He actually wants to shoot me in the face." I sigh, grabbing two bags and walking away leaving Sam smiling to himself.

--

"You only got one room?!" I whisper yell.

"This is the only one they had, now suck it up princess." Dean stated, pushing open the heavy wooden door, instantly claiming a bed for himself. Seconds later Sam entered the miniature room.

"I guess I'm on the floor." Sam half smiles, placing his bag on the couch before himself.

"No, I'll take the floor. You're longer than me, you won't fit." I chuckle to myself, the boys roll their eyes simultaneously. "But seriously, I'll take the couch, or the floor, whatever."

The rest of the night went pretty swiftly and by the time I had actually decided to call it a night it was half twelve. Placing my toothbrush back in the holder I headed back to the main room, two Winchesters snoring peacefully on each bed. Grabbing a thin, most probably contaminated blanket from the cupboard I lay on on the squeaky motel couch, Sam stirring in his sleep.

"Lexie?" A tired voice echoed through the room.

"Yeah Sammy?" I reply, closing my eyes, uncomfortable.

"Come sleep with me." He offers. I open my left eye to see him reach an arm out to me.

"You sure?" I question, getting up from the dusty couch and making my way over slowly, making sure not to wake Dean.

"Positive." He states, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into the warm covers almost instantly.

"Um...Sam?" I say, staring at his chiseled face only inches away from my own.

"Yeah?" He says, never opening his eyes.

"Goodnight." I retort, saving myself from embarrassment.

"Goodnight."

--AFTER THE BEST SLEEP EVER--

I stir awake to the sound of low grunting and the faint hum of a vacuum from next door, my eyes squinting open in the early hours of the day. Attempting to roll over I feel a strong muscular arm wrapped firmly around my waist and a body lightly rocking into the bottom of my back. In a panic my eyes shoot open and turn my head to see the man, soon remembering after seeing the messy brunette behind me. Gazing at him for a couple seconds, it was cut short most probably to the abrupt movement next to him, he opens his hazel eyes, meeting with mine.

"Morning sleeping beauty," I say tenderly forgetting about the hardening thing pressing against my back.

"Hey." He replies in a sexy morning voice, shifting ever so slightly, however, causing the 'thing' to be more prominent.

"Uh...Sam..." I speak awkwardly mot making any sudden moves.

"Yeah?" he asks, burying his head into my neck lightly pecking at the sensitive skin earning an involuntary noise escape, my eyes widening seconds later.

"Um, I'm sorry...I don't know what that was." I blurt in a state of panic, a chuckle leaving the Winchesters mouth.

"Lexie, it's fine. I guess waking up next to the most beautiful woman pays a price in the...sexual department." Sam whispers before going back to my neck, sucking, kissing and nibbling.

"S-Sammy." I stutter out a quiet moan. "What about Dean?" I manage.

"Best be quiet then." A low growl escapes his mouth.