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I woke up tucked beneath Sam's bulky arm facing away from him in your steriotypical spooning position. I didn't open my eyes for a bit just so I could revel in the warmth and peace before I dove back into the Arctic Ocean that was my life. Dean metaphorically threw me overboard by barging in hollering about something to do with food.

Sam was sitting up with a gun in his hands pointed at Dean in less than a second.

"Easy there Sammy! Didn't know you were in here or else I would have knocked. Good to know your reflexes are still good" Dean said raising is hands in defense and plastering a grin on his face.

"Did you hurt her?" Sam asked in a low menacing voice as he lowered the gun but didn't let go.

"Sam what are you talking about?" I asked laying my hand on his shoulder trying to draw his attention away from Dean.

"You talk in your sleep. You're scared of him. What happened?" Sam snapped first at me then at Dean.

Dean glanced at the gun then at me which I took as a signal to take the gun away. I gently pried it from Sam's fingers and laid it on the table by my bed.

"I called him out on his lie." I said keeping my voice low and trying to shake the images of my nightmare.

"Not good enough." Sam grunted.

"She asked about the mark. And when she wouldn't zip it I was honest with her." Dean supplied. Sam continued to glare at him with his head tilted forward just enough to make him look scary.

"It makes me want to kill everything and everyone except you. I didn't realize it got to her like that... Or else I would have lied." Dean apologized looking like he wanted to jump off a bridge.

Sam sat for a moment, chewing on the information.

"Why not me?" He asked. Of course he would ask that. No 'why didn't you tell me?' Or 'damnit Dean!' No he asks why he doesn't want to kill him!

"I have no idea.... I've gone over it a few times.... It's the mark of Cain right? So maybe it's a brother thing?" Dean pieced together his thoughts leaning against my doorframe.

"And when you say everyone you really mean, everyone?" Sam asked standing up and shifting his weight so he was between Dean and I.

Dean simply nodded and Sam did the same back with a little more curtness in the motion, "ok. Good to know..." He muttered.

There was another bone crushing silence that made me feel like I was at the bottom of the ocean without a dive suit.

"So.... You were yelling about breakfast?" I asked Dean weakly.

"Yeah! Do you know how to make chicken fried steak? I was watching food network and I really want some now." Dean spewed his words in his desperation to avoid a silence.

I smiled and shook my head, "Give me ten minutes and I'll be out there."

Dean nodded and closed the door as he quickly backed out of the room.

"Is that what you dreamed about?" Sam asked, pity dripping off his words and practically Sharpie'd across his forehead.

I nodded trying to appear confident, like it really didn't affect me. I must have been a horrible actress because Sam sat next to me, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap which had become my favorite place as of late.

"He has better self control that you think." Sam whispered, as was becoming custom, into my hair as he held me close. "I wouldn't let him anyways."