Warning: Mild Adult Content

"Dean," I said in a huff as he breathed his hot breath down my neck. A rush of chills engulfed my body, and I grasped his hand before he went too far. He pinned me against the wall with his hips, and I gasped. He took my wrists in his hands, and placed them on either side of my head against the wall. He brought his lips to mine and it was too hard to resist. I parted my lips and our tongues danced together like wild grass in the wind.

There was as loud wrap on the door, and Dean and I quickly separated, then Sam walked in. Dean folded his hands over his head and smiled an awkward smile at Sam who stopped in his tracks when he saw Dean standing next to the motel room couch and me standing at the wall with my arms crossed over my bare chest that had been stripped of a shirt.

We weren't expecting Sam so early on. He was supposed to be at the library researching the case Bobby had given us. We weren't expecting him back for another hour or two, but there he was… staring in pain and disgust. I glanced over to Dean whose belt was unbuckled, and I could see that he was trying to conjure up an excuse, but before he could get anything out I spoke up.

"Sam I…" I couldn't think of anything either and I knew sorry wasn't going to cut it.

Sam wrinkled his face, furrowed his brow, clenched his fist and started towards Dean. I intervened by stepping between them, but Sam was relentless and tore through me. Dean just let him dish it out, which was a surprise to me. For once he wasn't being a hard-ass. He just let Sam take all his anger out. I sat and watched Sam in terror as a side of him I'd never seen pushed Dean into the wall. Dean just kept his hands up, blocking Sam's strikes. He backed Dean into a corner when I started to cry and yelled, "Sam! Stop it!"

By then Dean was starting to get a little angry. He pushed Sam back and then they started at it harder. I cried even more. Sam pushed him again, but he dragged him down with him. They smashed through the wooden coffee table, and when they both stumbled back to their feet, Dean hooked a left on Sam's jaw and he tripped backward a few steps. He held his jaw and sneered at Dean. He knew he wouldn't win. He looked at me with hate in his eyes and then went back to our motel room. On his way out he muttered, "Don't even bother coming back to the room." He slammed the door behind him.

I fell to my knees on the hotel room floor and placed my face in the palms of my hands. I heard Dean sigh and his footsteps sounded towards me.

"I'm sorry," he said barely audible.

I shook my head and started to sob. Dean tried to hold me, but I pushed him away. I sat on the bed.

"Sar, I-"

"Its… just as much… my fault as… it is yours…" I said between sobs."

He took a deep breath and leaned down putting his head between his knees, his hands on the back of his neck. I leaned my head on the back side of his shoulder, as I stared at the torn fabric of his shirt, and the blood on his knuckle. It was a rough realization; I guess this was goodbye for Sam and me… I always knew it was gonna happen. Dean and I were bound to be caught some time or another… but now I'd regretted everything. Sam and I were great together, but I just needed more. Sam was always way too into the job. He was so into the research, and didn't make time for us very often…

It started out slow; the three of us were sitting in a motel room, and Sam was on his lap-top looking up the Wendigo. I was trying to get him to take a break, maybe go for a walk-just the two of us. Dean was sitting at the table reading a car magazine, and looking at parts for the Impala…

I walked up behind Sammy and touched my fingers to the sides of his neck, gently massaging and running them up and down from his shirt collar to his hair. I leaned down and kissed his ear. He barely even moved except when he brushed his cheek against mine. Other than that, he barely acknowledged me. I wrapped my arms around his chest, and rest my head on his shoulder. I looked at the lap top screen, and then reached for it and closed it.

He pushed my arms down, leaned forward and opened it quickly, "Quit it Indi," It seemed to have annoyed him a bit. "This case is important."

I looked at him a bit flustered, and shook my head and walked over to the bed and plopped down on it. Dean looked up from his magazine and raised his eyebrows at me. I shrugged and looked away.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said as he got up. "Can we talk?"

"About what?" Sam asked, recovering his search.

"The case," Dean said simply.

"Yeah sure… Whats up?" he asked. He leaned back in his seat, and looked up at Dean, placing his pencil eraser between his teeth.

"Let's go fer a walk..." Dean said, glancing at me and putting his hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam got up, grabbed his hoodie, and they went out the door. Dean glanced at me with a wink before closing the door behind him. I looked around for a few moments before hearing Dean's muffled voice, "Are you blind?"

I arched one eyebrow, and walked over to the door, and peered through the curtain.

"What're you talking about Dean?"

"What was that in there?" Dean flailed his arms.

"Ugh," Sam sighed. "This isn't about the case... is it?"

"Sam, you're ruining a good thing here…" Dean stated.

"I'm not ruining anything. What Sarah and I have is good, and-"

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy..." Dean smirked, shaking his head a bit. "You have no idea how much tail you're missin'!"

"Dean- I'm not like you," Sam protested.

"Yeah, but she is…" Dean crossed his arms. I wrinkled my nose to that statement. I was certainly not like Dean- promiscuous and egotistically arrogant.

Sam shook his head in defense, "No… she's not."

It warmed my soul a little bit to see Sam defending me; it gave me some hope that he might take Dean's advice and make an advance...

"Well, whatever… but seriously dude, she's hot for ya," Dean said with a nod and a smirk. "And if you don't make a move, I just might…"

Sam tilted his head and flared his nostrils with a frown. Dean turned around to come back in, and I scurried back to the bed before the doorknob turned and Dean came back in. I glanced behind him to see Sam walking the opposite way.

"Where's he going?" I asked rather curiously.

Dean looked behind him, rolled his head, and called after Sam, "Sam! Sammy where you goin'?"

Sam swung his arm out behind him as if to say "Forget it," and kept walking.

When Sam returned, he shut his lap-top off, put it in it's bag, and stuck it in the car. Then he came back in, and hugged me real hard. He lay me down on the bed and kissed me as he cupped my cheeks with his hands.

He stopped as Dean coughed behind us.

"Well then… I guess I'll give you two some time alone." He smiled, and Sam and I smiled back at him. Then he left, and Sam began to kiss me again, and we made love for the first time in months.

I hope ya'll liked it! It's something I've written already, but now I'm going back and revising it! I hope you'll all review it and let me know what you think!