No Longer Will Darkness Prevail

"Hey Hey Buddy Boy"

Before I could respond he attacked me into a bone crushing hug.

"Can. Breath. Ribs. Cracking," I mumbled into his chest.

He let me go quickly and me an apologetic smile.

The only upside to that hug was that he smells amazing.

"Sorry, its just that I haven't seen you in ages," He said.

"Trust me, I know," I said with a smile.

He chuckled.

"Oh, come in," Sam said quickly, moving aside.

I took a few steps in and Sam shut the door behind me.

I noticed that Dean was snoring in one of the beds.

That's also when I realized Sam was only in a pair of boxers.

Damn, he has a nice body.

"I didn't mean to wake you up," I said facing him.

He waved his hand dismissively.

"I guess I didn't notice what time it was," I said.

I took off my sweatshirt, revealing that I was wearing a black spaghetti strap.

"Since its you," Sam started. "I really don't care."

I smiled at him.

"That actually means a lot right now," I said.

He smiled but his eyes told me he was confused and curious at that statement.

"Plus," I said grinning over at Dean sleeping. "He will care."

I took a few steps toward him.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked following me.

"What's the one thing you guys always hated I did to you two when we were kids?" I asked lowering my voice as I got closer to Dean.

He shrugged.

I grinned and motioned for Sam to stop.

I put my foot up on Dean's bed and stood up on it. I gently put my legs on either side of his body and sat on his bare stomach-which was as sexy as Sam's.

I gently poked his cheek a few times but he didn't do anything.

I pinched his nose gently to stop him from snoring.

He was quiet for a second, but then he jerked his head to the side.

My hand jumped back, but he still didn't wake up.

I poked his cheeks a few more times, but still nothing.

Then, in one swift motion, I was laying on my back with my hands pinned to the bed above my head.

It all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to react.

Dean's eyes were wide and he looked ready for a fight.

His hazel green eyes slowly softened and he whispered, "Ash?"

I grinned.

"Hey, hey, buddy boy, dinner first," I said grinning.

Sam started laughing.

Dean realized what I meant and got off me, blushing slightly.

He pulled me into a sitting position as he sat up.

"Ashley! I could have seriously hurt you!" Dean said half angrily, half amused.

I cringed at the use of my full name.