Being Human

Pre Hunt

"So get this." Sam said breaking the silence. You and Dean looked up at Sam. "Thirty years ago a woman named Annabell Adams was killed in her home, her heart was ripped out, and the door locked." Sam looked up at you both with an expecting look in his eyes. After staring at your confused faces for a minute he shook his head. "She was killed the same way our guy was!" He exclaimed.

"You think she is another victim?" Dean asked as he closed his laptop.

"Not exactly. I think she may be our monster." Sam had also closed his laptop, and was cleaning the table off.

"So we are dealing with a ghost?" You asked as you stood up and helped Sam clean up. Dean shot you a dirty look, which you did not notice.

"Yeah, I think so y/n. I'm thinking we go talk to her brother in the morning, find out why she is haunting people. Then talk to our more recent vic's family see if there are any connections."

"Sounds like a great plan." You glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand. "But Sam you do realize that its 5:40 in the morning right?" You smirked as you looked at his shocked expression.

"We can sleep for a few hours, before we get started, roll out of here around ten or so." Dean said from his bed, where he was already under the covers and ready to sleep.

"Good idea." Sam replied before making his way to the bed, throwing off his shirt as he made went. He kicked off his boots, and took his pants off before throwing the covers back on the bed. He was about to get in when he remembered you standing there.

You had watched the whole thing. You had not been able to take your eyes off of Sam as he stripped right before you. When he looked back at you, you thought your heart was going to stop beating right then and there. The combination of being caught staring, and the effect of seeing Sam in nothing but his boxers made you blush furiously. Sam was blushing too, only not as bad as you.

"You coming to bed?" He smirked at your flustered state. You nodded your head quickly and averted your eyes before gathering your pajamas and heading to the bathroom. You closed the door behind you before silently cursing yourself for staring. You just couldn't help it. He was built like a god. He had a well defined figure, with rippling muscles. He was extremely handsome.

You were still blushing madly when you had finished changing into your pajamas, which consisted of a tee shirt that was three sizes to big and a pair of sleep shorts. You examined your flushed face in the mirror. You washed your face off with cold water hoping that would help with the redness. Afterwards you made your way back to the main room.

Dean was snoring, not so quietly in his bed, having fallen asleep ages ago. Sam was laying on his side of the bed, with the covers tossed over half of his legs. He had his phone out and was messing around on it. When he noticed that you were back he looked up from his phone. His eyes got a bit bigger as he took in your form. Causing you to start blushing again.

You quickly made your way to your side of the bed and got in pulling the covers up to your chin and turning on your side away from Sam. You missed the look of hurt that flashed across his face, before he turned the light out.

"Goodnight y/n." He whispered to you in the darkness.

"Goodnight Sam." You quietly replied befor you drifted off to sleep.

The suns blinding rays shining through the curtains woke you up a few hours later. You where warm and comfortable, and you did not want to move at all. But you decided that you had to, so you started to try and get up. You couldn't move. You quickly became aware of the firm body that was pressed up against yours, legs entwined together, and one of their arms draped around your waist, their hand under your shirt was dangerously close to your breasts.

The slight bit of movement you had made cause the person behind you to groan and tighten their arm around you. That's when you remembered that you were sharing a bed with Sam, and he was the person currently snuggled up against you. You did not want to wake Sam, and you were perfectly comfortable laying there with him so you closed your eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

The door slamming closed had both you and Sam jumping at the sudden sound. Dean had walked into the room caring food in slightly greasy paper bags.

"Hurry up and get dressed we got work to do." Dean said while setting the food on the table. He turned around to look at both you and Sam. The covers had moved slightly, and the location of Sam's hand was visible. "Sammy, you may wanna move your hand before things get serious." Dean said with no emotion before he turned around and made his way back outside.

Sam, who was still half asleep looked down at his hand that was resting on your torso just underneath your shirt. "Shit!! Sorry, I'm so sorry y/n! He blushed and quickly removed his hand. You were blushing too now, and watched as Sam quickly pulled out his FBI suit and headed to the bathroom to change.

You finally pulled yourself out of the bed, and started digging around in your bag for your pants suit when Dean walked back in the room. He had a beer in his hand, and opened it as he sat down at the table. He rumbled through the bags looking for his food. When he found it he quietly started to eat.

Sam was still in the bathroom, you could hear the water of his shower running. That left just you and Dean in the main room. It was quite for the most part. The only sounds came from Dean eating, and you fixing the bed and digging around in your bag. After you had finished getting your things out, and making the bed you turned to the table to get some food.

"Leave my brother alone." Dean said, as you were digging around in the paper bag for your food.

You stopped what you were doing and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I want you to stop encouraging him. You are not allowed to get involved with my brother." He all but growled at you.

"Oh really, and why not." You questioned with as much sass as you could muster. Dean was really starting to piss you off.

"I don't trust you, and your not good enough for him." He spat at you.

"This is because I was an angel isn't it." You spat back at him.

He did not even hesitate when he answered you. "Yes mostly, its also because you lied to us, and I can't trust you."

"I like your brother Dean, I would never hurt him." You said to Dean.

"I don't care, you lied. I don't trust you therefor you wont be involved with him." He paused to take a bite of his food. "And after this hunt is over I want you out of our lives."

He got up to throw his trash away. You sat there at a loss for words. Dean was kicking you to the curb. On top of that he forbid you from getting involved with his brother. You were on the verge of tears, and was about to get up and start yelling at Dean for being a dick when Sam walked out of the bathroom. So instead of retaliating you grabbed your outfit and went to the bathroom, bumping into Deans shoulder on the way, and slamming the door behind you.

After you had changed you left the bathroom. slamming the door behind you again.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam stopped you as you were stomping past him.

You looked up into his concerned puppy dog eyes. "Nothings wrong." You smiled as best you could at him. Your anger had completely vanished when you looked at him, all that was left was sadness. You knew that after this hunt you would never see Sam again. And it was all because Dean was being so mean. You walked away from Sam and made your way out to the running Impala, trying to keep your tears from spilling over