Just Another Day 5

Sam stepped back into the hotel room, his hand holding on to Sara’s as his eyes locked on to Dean’s. Both brothers cleared their throats in unison and dipped their heads. "Listen Sam. I’m. . ." Dean said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah me too, Dean." Sam said, glancing at his brother.

Ana smiled, lacing an arm around Dean’s waist and leaning against him. "You boys promise not to fight anymore? Or atleast until this hunt is over?" Both guys nodded and Ana smiled. "Good. Now we have a case to work on, so lets get going." She took Dean’s hand in hers and walked up to Sam and Sara. The two nodded, turning around and heading back outside to the car.

Pulling up to Cassie’s apartment, Dean stopped the car and parked it next to the other side of the road and just sat and stared at it. "Dean. Honey." Ana whispered from behind in the backseat. "You sure?"

Dean nodded, turned the car off and climbed out with out a word, Sam following behind his older brother. The girls lagged behind a few steps and Ana took Sara’s hand in her own. Waiting until they were safely inside, or as safely as could be breaking in to an apartment, Ana turned to the other girl. "Listen." She whispered, glancing behind to see if the guys were around. They weren’t and she sighed happily. "We need to make up an excuse of some sort to get to the hospital. I want to take a test to see if the babies all right."

"You read my mind. The question is, are we as good as they are at conning?" Sara whispered back.

Ana bit her bottom lip, a habit she was get hooked on. "Not entirely sure. We could try. If something goes wrong, I’m sure we could use our feminine charms."

Sara nodded, letting out a sigh. She didn't like lying to the boy's, especially during a hunt where their trust is the only thing that gets them through. Still, the baby was at risk. Biting her lip, Sara tried to think. "How about....we have to...go and steal medical supplies because the first aid kit is low?" Her eyebrow rose in question.

Ana chewed the inside of her cheek, mind feverishly trying to think of something. After a few seconds she hit her right fist in her left palm. "I’ve got it." She whispered, smiling. "We can just tell them were going shopping. Find the closet store to the hospital and when the guys drop us off we could make a mad dash to the hospital. Go in normally and ask a Doc to check me out, and if you want, you too. Give a fake credit care and BAM! We’re done. Call the guys back, while were walking to the store and we’re set. How’s that sound?" She asked Sara, a smile on her lips.

"Perfect!" The other girl replied, finding herself getting a rush of adrenaline.

Ana smiled, taking Sara’s hand and hurriedly leading her towards the apartment, out of the few drops of rain that had started falling. The girls had forgotten to check the weather report that morning, thus they were surprised by the rain. "The windows!" Dean cried out from the second floor to the girls. Ana ran outside in the now down pour and back to the car to roll up the windows. A few minutes passed and Ana returned jogging back into the apartment, clothes drenched. Hair clung to her face, as she gave off a soft smile. "All set!" She called up to the boys.

Sara rolled her eyes, "God that cars treated better than we are."

Dean yelled back down, ‘I heard that!’ causing Sara to smirk.

Ana chuckled, ringing out her hair, as she glanced at the upstairs. "Find anything yet?!" She called up to them.

"No!" Sam and Dean responded in unison, though it was a lie.

Glancing once more at the girls who stood at the foot of the stairs, Dean ran his hand over his chin and sighed lightly. Turning back into the Master bedroom where Sam was examining the bed with the EMF meter, which was whirling like crazy, Dean cleared his throat. "So you think it was the Hag?" He asked, voice quiet.

"It could be. I mean based on the EMF this thing could be a number of creatures." Sam replied, glancing back at the EMF meter. Raising a brow, he faced Dean. "Why do you think it’s a Hag? We haven’t even looked up the autopsy report."

Dean’s eyes darted around the room, before landing on the bed. The EMF meter’s whirling in the background like a annoying hum. "Cassie knows about some things supernatural. . . She wouldn’t be fooled by a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Plus look at the room. Nothings disturbed, no hand prints left behind. Obviously she let the attacker in."

"The papers said that." Sam replied in a mono tone, scoffing lightly.

"Said what?" Dean asked.

"That she let the attacker in."

"Right." The older Winchester quipped, a hand scratching his head. "I knew that…I just…was stating it again for your stupid head."

Rolling his eyes, Sam chuckled. "Oh yeah, I so caught you." Holding his head up proudly, the youth relished in his victory. Truth be told, he really had missed Dean’s banter and their playful teasing. Since arriving in Chicago, the two brothers had become distant and closed off towards one another. Slowly, things were getting back to normal. As normal as things can be.

"Shut up Bitch." Dean snapped, looking the place over again, hiding his small smile.

"Hey! If you guys didn’t find anything, why you still up there?!" Came a shout from Sara below, the girls gripping the railing and staring up questionably at the top of the stairs.

Dean poked his head out, flashing them his charming smile. "Just double checking." Ducking inside, he shook his head. "I hate lying to Ana."

Feeling the same sense of betrayal in his gut, Sam swallowed. "I know." He retorted in a soft whisper. "But if this thing is going after woman, then I rather have them lied to then said good bye to." Tearing his gaze from the dresser top, his lips curved in a assuring but worried smile. "Right?" Sam wanted to be sure he was doing the right thing.

Letting out a breath, Dean nodded. "Come on, let’s leave this place before the girls end up hauling our asses out."

"Sara wouldn’t man-handle me…." Sam derided, following Dean out into the hallway.

The other Winchester laughed. "You sooo don’t know a thing about woman. Dude, they rule us. We are like dogs to them."

Frowning, Sam considered his brother for a moment. "Nah."

"Uh-huh. We were the skirts-though-you already were wearing one even before Sara came into the picture." Smirking, Dean hurried down the stairs, already knowing Sam was looking for something to throw at him.

As he reached the bottom, he stopped short.

"What about skirts? You guys want skirts?" Ana inquired, tilting her head.

Sam coughed, coming behind Sara and wrapping his arms around her. "I wouldn’t mind seeing you in some skirts…" He cooed into her ear, placing a kiss on her neck. Sara smiled and leaned back against him.

Dean flashed his teeth. "I don’t do skirts sweetheart, you know that."

Ana’s brows furrowed in confusion, a hand tapping her lips. "No…I heard you say something about skirts…."

Dean jumped in, putting an arm around her shoulder. "You must of misheard me or something." Glancing at Sam, he covered up a smirk. "Ready to go and check on my baby?"

Sara looked at Ana in slight apprehension, her stomach twisting in a knot.

"Man, stop referring to a piece of metal as baby, it’s just friggin weird." Sam groaned.

Dean’s brows moved up, his cocky grin forming slowly. "You just wouldn’t understand Sam, your too geeky to know the true meaning of a car such as she."

Sara and her lover looked upward with a sigh. Dean’s obsession was beyond them.

"He’s right, that car is beautiful, though," Turning her head, Ana put on a puppy dog face, "I thought I was your baby. . ."

Sam and Sara erupted into laughter, a slight blush crossing Dean’s face as he was at a loss for words.

Sitting in the dingy motel room, everyone waited as Sam cracked into the city morgue’s records. Sara lay on one bed, nose in a book. The other Winchester sat on the opposite bed with Ana between his legs and resting against him. Her hand was outstretched, clicking through the channels in a bored-like fashion.

"How much longer Sam?" she grumbled, head slopping over to allow him in her line of view.

Sam’s gaze flickered to the couple for a moment before setting back on the screen. His eyes gave off a odd reflection due to the glow of the laptop. "Give me a minute."
"Yeah, let the genius work." Sara added in, though her eyes did not stray from the pages. "Oh shush, Sara. It’s not like we’ve bothered him up until now." Ana stated, glancing at the girl with a smirk. "I’m sure Sammy will get over it."

Sam turned his head slowly towards Ana, face emotionless. "Don’t call me that and leave Sara alone." His features relaxed as a new page popped up on the screen. "Got it." Looking behind him, Sam mentioned Sara to come over. The girl did as asked, resting her chin on the nape of his neck. "According to the report, victim 114-009’s cause of death is uncertain. Membranes and organs completely decomposed, skin extensively aged for the victims actual age group. Skeletal structure still in-tacked, no sign of struggle. There is evidence of sexual intercourse having been taken place prior to death. Male residue shows the partner was indeed male and had ejaculated fully." Sam paused, hearing nothing coming from the other people within the room. Seeing Sara’s intense gaze out of the corner of his eye, he continued. "No evidence of recent disease or virus to indicate as to why the victim died to suddenly. Also, no trace of murder." Skimming through the rest of the record, he rubbed his eye, dragging his hand down the side of his face. The words spoken only tipped the scale even more towards Hags.

The complete silence that coated the room brought Dean from his daze, his mind force back into reality. A warm hand cupped the side of his face, guiding his eyes to his lover.

"You okay?" Ana questioned, her tone only loud enough for his ears. Her face was scrunched up in concern, having noticed his lack of attention.

"Yeah, just thinking." He replied softly, his body and mind still half out of it. Lifting his gaze, he swallowed. "So, that pretty much tells us that it’s a Hag- with the date that never left, sexual intercourse, and high EMF."

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Ana beat him to it. "You told us that you didn’t find anything Dean." Her pervious soothing tone she had used before had been replaced with emotional pain. Sitting up, she swung around in his lap.

"Sam?" Sara ordered, hands on her hips. She fixed her lover with a hurt look that pulled at his heart strings.

Exchanging a glance, Sam and Dean closed their eyes briefly. "We are protecting you." Dean started, looking straight at Ana.

"Protecting us by lying?!" Sara blurted, her eyes accusing and glistening in the dim light. Her hand unconsciously settled on the barely noticeable lump beneath her sweatshirt.

At his girlfriend’s almost hateful outlook, Sam hurriedly tried to explain. "No, we didn’t lie. We had an idea of what-uhh-killed Cassie, but we needed more evidence."

"We didn’t want you guys to worry." Dean interjected, taking hold of Ana’s hand.

A hand went to Ana’s forehead as she attempted to see the boy’s reasons behind their choice. "If you don’t want us to worry, that means you two are worrying, which means that we should be easing your burden. Having seen almost everything and knowing more about you guys then you probably know yourselves, we deserve such a right. As both lovers, and companions."

"Not everything." Dean mumbled, downcasting his gaze.

Ana’s eyes went from Sam to the Winchester in shock. "What?"

"You haven’t seen everything with us."

Sam too looked downward, knowing that his brother was right but also knowing it was hard for the girls to hear. "It’s true. Two years is not enough time to know what we know and to see what we’ve seen."

Blinking, Sara shook her head, inching closer to her now standing boyfriend. Placing a hand on his chest, she licked her lips. "You can’t mean that."

Ana was quiet, brown eyes still on her lover’s face. He wasn’t looking at her. Instead he was looking at his hands resting on the bed in between his legs. She felt afflicted by his words, finding them unjustified. "That hurt." She whispered, eyes glancing to Sara to see if her friend felt the same. Sara, too, also showed grief in her demeanor. At those simple words, Dean’s green orbs flickered to Ana’s face.

"I never meant to hurt you Ana, honest. I meant to protect you from the evil Son of a Bitch that’s out there."

"There are many evil Son’s of Bitches out there, Dean." She stated, "You can’t protect me from all of them."
"Watch me." He snapped coldly, expression becoming rigid, jaw set.