The Bet

The Bet Part 1

You stared at the computer screen, tapping your pen against the little table, trying to figure out just what the hell you were dealing with.

" Find anything? " Sam asked from the bed as he tossed his phone beside him.

Letting out a exhausted breath, you closed your laptop.

" No, I have no idea what is going on in this town. "

You watched as Sam kicked his boots off then laid back on the bed. Sam Winchester, the youngest of the two brothers. Those puppy dog eyes with the shaggy hair to match and a smile that was contagious. You always heard their names floating around the hunting world, but never got to meet them until about 2 weeks ago, when they showed up after getting wind of the same case you were working on.

" Three heads are better than one. "

Sam told his brother, after suggesting that you all work together. The moment you met his brother, he got on your nerves. You didn't know what it was about him. Maybe it was his cocky attitude or the way he made passes at almost every girl you guys came across, but the two of you did nothing but bicker and fight since day one. The door of the motel room swinging open broke your thoughts. You turned to see him and a red head stumble into the room, hands fiddling with clothes, not aware that anyone was in the room. Dean Winchester, the oldest. Brown hair that stuck up in different directions, with green eyes that were indescribable and those lips..you swear they were like the ones you read about in those cheesy romance novels.

" Dean. " Sam said, snapping his big brothers attention.

" Heya Sammy. "

His gaze turned to you as a smirk pulled at the side of his lips.

" Y/N. "

His eyes left yours to look at the woman that clung to his side..probably because she was too drunk to stand on her own.

" I'm gonna go get myself another room...Gina and I. "

" My name is Katyln. " The red head cut him off.

" Right of course sweetheart. Katlyn and I are going to have some...pie..Yup some pie. " He smirked tossing Baby's keys into Sam's bed, then leading his friend outside, leaving the door wide open.

You shook your head with a disgusted sigh, then got up and closed and locked the door.

" Does he do this every night? Bring random drunk girls back to shady motel rooms? " you asked plopping yourself down on the bed opposite of Sam.

Sam shook his head with a little laugh.

" Not every night,and usually never brings them back to the motel. "

Ever since you decided to team up the brothers, Dean had a different girl almost every night, and a grin on his face the next morning. I mean you understood why those girls would jump into bed with him. The man was down right beautiful. He was tall, with you were sure an amazing body and a smart ass mouth. He was the bad boy of every girls dreams. Your thoughts got away from you and you realized that you were jealous. He showed interest in everyone but you.. you wanted him.. God why did you have to want to feel those hands on your body, your fingers in his hair, his lips on yours. Again the door opening a few hours later made you snap back to reality and you sat up on the bed as Dean closed the door and tossed his jacket over one of the chairs by the door. Feeling the heat in your cheeks from the new realization, you got to your feet, and opened your bag, searching for clothes that you could sleep in. You glanced over at Sam who was now passed out, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. That poor man was too tall for his own good. After finally finding a t-shirt and shorts, you zipped up your bag, trying hard not make eye contact with the man at least 3 feet away from you. You let out a breath when he licked his lips, almost like he knew what you were thinking. You shook your head when he grinned at you, as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.