Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Five

"you can share my bed." they both said. maybe i should just change my mind, make one of them sleep on the floor? but it was too late. they were already out of the impala, standing in front of it, arguing. oops. i climbed over Sam's backpack and out of the impala. i walked up to them right as Dean pushed Sam into me, knocking me flat on my ass.

"are you ok?" Sam asked, he was closer. he held out his hand to help me up and i took it. he pulled on my arm, pulling me to my feet. i stood rubbing my ass and then walked into the motel room. turns out there was only one bed. i smirked and turned to look at Sam and Dean, grinning, putting that evil gleam in my eye. they stood behind me, in the doorway, and groaned. they turned to me, a question in their eyes. the same question. who gets to share? i grinned mischievously and ran towards the bed, jumping and flying across the three feet, to land on the bed. i turned to look at them and smiled. they took the steps to get in the room, and looked at me. i spread out my arms and legs, taking over the entire bed, grinning. they finally got my hints and groaned. they took their bags and plopped them on the floor. Sam got the extra blanket from on the bed and laid it on the floor, making a makeshift bed. he went into the bathroom, and changed into his boxers and a T-shirt. Dean did the same, only without his T-shirt, and man. has he got muscles. he came out of the bathroom, his toothbrush in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows in question after catching me staring.

i smiled and raised my eyebrows in suggestion. he grinned around his toothbrush. after they had settled, ready for bed, i decided to get ready for bed myself.

"um, do you guys have a shirt i can wear to bed while i put my clothes in the washer?" Sam was already asleep, snoring softly. Dean looked up, and grinned.

"yes i do." he said. then he got up to dig through his bag, finding a long-sleeved flannel shirt. he walked over and handed it to me.  i stood up, and looking into his eyes, walked around him to the bathroom, where the miniature washing machine/dryer was. i stripped out of everything, including my underwear, because hey, they hadn't been washed in almost two days. ew. i put the flannel on, and buttoned it up. it fell down to my knees, so it was all good. i just had to be careful not to flash either of them. i put her clothes in the washer/dryer and set it to wash, and then immediately dry.  i walked out of the bathroom, to see Dean sitting on my bed, reading something. he looked up when i opened the door, and his jaw dropped. he looked at me appreciatively and looked me up and down, his mouth still open. he let out a low whistle.

"damn, girl." he said. "are you wearing anything under that?" he questioned, the hope in his eyes. this made me mentally laugh. i grinned. glancing at Sam to make sure he was still asleep, i said, "maybe. maybe not. i guess we'll never know." i shrugged and giggled.

"damn, girl." he said again. he stood up and walked over to me, standing over me a good foot or so. he looked to be about 6' 2" and i'm only 5' 2". i tilted my head back to study his face, or more accurate, his jaw. i sighed.

"what?" he asked

"your too tall i can't see anything." i chuckled. he grabbed around my waist and pulled me up and against him, until my face was level with his shoulder.

"better?" he asked. Yes. it was much better, not only was the view better, but the feels were better.

"maybe." my gaze traveled from his eyes, to his lips, all the way down, to where his little friend was happy in his boxers. he followed my gaze. he looked back up at me and grinned. then he winked. i glanced over at Sam. he was still asleep. or not. i froze. he peeked out from under his lashes to see me in Dean's arms, my feet at least half a foot off the ground, and my face close to his. Sam stood up suddenly. his face stormy.

"what the hell, man?" he exclaimed. Dean lifted his head. then he froze and put me back on the ground. i'm not sure why, but there was something that they haven't told me. well, there was a lot of that. but there's something about me that they haven't told me. i glanced between them both.

"what's going on?" i asked, my eyes resting on Sam's face.

"when you had taken the impala, when we were jogging to find you, we made a deal." his voice calm, but his gaze stormy.

"what deal?" Sam didn't answer. "Sam what deal!" i said more forcefully. he looked at me.

"that if you showed any interest in me, Dean would back off." he turned his hard gaze back to Dean. "he didn't" what the fuck? i was so confused. i didn't show any interest in Sam. i mean, ya he's hot but i like Dean better. i'm not sure why, but i do. perplexed, i walked to the motel door, and ran out into the night.

"Sara!" i heard Sam call. i ran until i found my way to a playground. then i walked over to the swing set and sat down. pushing the flannel down, so i didn't flash anyone who happened to still be awake. even at one in the morning. i sat there, confused.

"Sara! Sara where are you!" Sam ran into the play area, right as i hid in the tunnel slide. he ran past me and didn't notice me. i slid back down to the bottom of the slide, sitting there. i listened to Sam's calling fade into the distance. i sighed. what was i going to do?

"Sara?" a voice said, scaring the shit out of me, i jumped up and pressed my hand to my throat.

"Dean, you scared the shit out of me." i gasped. "what are you doing? i thought Sam was mad at you?"

"i came to look for you. to say i'm sorry for ruining anything you had for Sam." he looked down and grinned. "and, also he told me to help find you."

"i'm not."

"you're not what." he said, puzzled.

"i'm not sorry. i'm not sure why, but i think your hotter." i blushed, those words had actually come out of my mouth. he stepped forward and put his hand on my cheek. he brushed a strand of my dirty blond hair out of my face, and looked down at me. he used both of his hands to cup my face, and started to lean in.

"Sara! this isn't funny Sara!" we heard Sam calling in the distance. startled, Dean let go of my face. no, don't go away, finish it dammit. i thought.

"i suppose i should go tell Sam i found you." he smiled regretfully. "go back to the motel. i'll go get Sam.

"ok." i said. he jogged away, looking for Sam. i made my feet start for the motel, even though i wanted nothing more than to sit and stare at the moon and stars, just like i did when i was little. i used to sneak out of the house and sit in the cornfield, staring at the beauty of the night. the smell was always bitter-sweet. like grass, and hay. i stared at the sky and night, enjoying the dark, when suddenly a shadow stepped out from behind a tree. it hit my head and then i blacked out.

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hey, y'all! i hope you're enjoying the story so far! i'm trying to update once or twice a day, so that you can find out what happened faster! to be honest i'm just writing this down as it comes, so even i don't know what's going to happen! be sure to hit that star button and help share the story so more people can read it too! thanks!

bye!

-SB

(btw my name isn't actually sara. it's similar)