"You think they sorted it out?" Sam asked his brother as they headed for the front door with a case full of beer.
"I don't know, Sammy. She's a tough one"
Dean swung the door opened and mosied his way over to the couch.
"Tom! I need your help with the wood outback!" He continued.
No response...
Sam went to the guest room, no one was in there. That's odd, he thought to himself. He went to Brooklyn's room, and stopped short by what he saw.
Brooklyn and the boy were both fast asleep on the bed. Her head rested on the boy's chest which was bare.
He came back into the small living room, blushing.
Dean realized why he was blushing and burst out laughing. "Well, this is awkward".
"I guess it worked out" Sam said, joining in on the laughter.
"I'll help out with the wood, Bobby" Dean said, wiping his hands off with a towel.
Sam asked, "What am I supposed to do? I don't want to be here when they wake up!" He was still bright red with embarrassment.
"Well, you can put away the groceries", Dean replied sarcastically. Then he winked at the younger as he headed out the door.
Sam sighed and started to unbag the food.
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Brooklyn nuzzled her face into whatever she was laying on. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Is this... skin?"
She slowly blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight or whatever was left of it.
"Oh. Tom."
She realized where she was. Remembered what happened. Smiled. Then looked at Tom's cute little curls running this way and that. He was still asleep.
Crash.
"Shit. They're home". She jumped up. "Tom?", she whispered.
He moved his head a little. "Hmm?"
"Tom. Get up. My brothers are back"
His eyes opened. He jumped up, grabbed his sweatshirt and started to put it on.
She stared at his abs. Her eyes still taking in the amazing god-like, chiseled abs.
He noticed and turned red. "Stop staring" he whispered.
She immediately turned her face away. "What? No. No I wasn't looking", she cleared her throat. She stood up and walked to the mirror. It was Tom's turn to stare as she took one of her scrunchies and began to put her hair up in a bun. Then, she noticed him looking in the mirror.
"So!" she spoke quietly. It was almost a whisper. "What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know" said Tom.
"Oh well, just follow me" Brooklyn took the lead through the door. He followed.
They walked out of the room and to the living room. Dean and Bobby were on the couch with two opened beers. Sam was washing dishes.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up" Sam spoke almost immediately as they walked in.
Tom's face turned a brighter shade of red. He cleared his throat.
The sister laughed. "Well, next time don't be so loud" she glared at Sam sarcastically.
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The Family Business
Fanfiction"You're special." "What are you talking about?" she choked back the tears in her voice. Dean and Sam were still asleep. "Dean's an angel. Sam's a demon. and You? You're both." "Oh God. Please leave me alone." he had her pinned down. "I'm warning you...
