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At the creak of the door, Sara jumped, spinning around with a gun in her hand. The silver pistol glistened in the rays of light that filtered through the open doorway.

“Sara?” The taller figure inquired curiously, hand still lingering on the doorknob. Ana rushed around him to stand in front of her confused friend her voice low.

“Sara, put the gun down love.” She persuaded, fingers slowly closing around the gun’s barrel. Sara nodded, loosening her grip enough for Ana to take it from her. Without the gun she felt bare, vulnerable really, her eyes closing tiredly.

As Ana embraced Sara, Dean frowned, closing the door. Something was definitely off. For one, the lights were dim, the room quiet. Eyeing his surroundings, Dean looked towards the bed, already feeling the anxiety building. Just as he feared, a bulge of blankets shielded his baby brother from sight.

“What happened?” Dean asked, taking two long strides to the bed. Within minutes he was bent down, eye level with Sam’s pained face. His eyes drifted to his lover as she pulled away from Sara.

“It was a vision…” She whispered, glancing over her shoulder to peer at the sleeping form. Shaking her head as she bit her lip, Sara crawled onto the bed, lying out along side Sam. Her fingers weaved through his locks absently, eyes filled with worry. Feeling the onslaught of tears, she quickly spoke. “He’s been out for more than an hour and has been mumbling in his sleep non-stop.”

Ana sighed, laying a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “He’ll be all right. You know how it goes.” Her kind words soothed Sara little.

“Did he tell you anything before he went out?” Dean inquired, his breathe blowing a couple of brown strands sideways on Sam’s forehead. The youth squirmed slightly beneath the sheets before settling down, bringing a smile to the older hunter’s lips. Lifting his gaze, he saw Sara shake her head. Her body shimmied against her lover’s back, sliding her arms under his elbows so her hands clasped in the center of his chest. Sam didn’t even move a muscle, his mind somewhere else for now.

“Do you think it has anything to do with the last vision?” Ana suddenly interrupted, hitting her head lightly on the head board. Everyone shifted their stare to Sam then Dean for answers.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” Exhaling, the brown haired hunter brushed his knuckles across his little brother’s cheek. “You never have anything happen once…” Dean said for only Sam’s ears alone. Straightening, he abruptly felt bone wary.

“How about we get some shut eye, huh?” Standing slowly, Ana walked in front of the oldest Winchester, pointer finger grazing his jaw line. Turning partly, she smiled at Sara. “Perhaps Sam will be awake by morning. You best get some rest too.” Taking hold of Dean’s hand, she led him to their bed. “One night without a shower won’t kill us.” Peeling back the covers, Ana took her place. Her lover followed suite, holding her close.

All the while Sara lay quietly, shushing Sam when he moaned or wiggled in her embrace. Having pulled the sheets over them, she relished in their warmth, allowing it to soak through her skin and into her heart. Soon, she found herself falling asleep to the soft rhythm of passing cars outside the hotel.

Shades of black danced along the walls as headlights broke through the drawn curtains. An eerie stillness filled the room, the shadows conforming into a figure. It floated forward, its feet blending into the carpet as if it was made of air or wisps of smoke. Bending over Ana, it pressed itself against her body, hands roaming over her thighs and slowly trailing down the curve of her waist. A moan escaped her lips, heat sending tingles about her skin.

“Dean.” She mumbled, swatting at the wandering digits. “I’m trying to sleep.”

Lips gently pressed themselves against her abdomen. A wet sensation trailed up to her naval, pecks of flesh pressed in a steady rhythm.

“Dean.” She gasped, her once annoyed tone now full of lust. Her head fell farther back into the pillows, her fingers clamping down on the sheets. The kisses continued to venture higher, Ana’s breathes becoming rapid. Pink dusted her cheeks as she felt her pleasure begin to build. Suddenly, the figure backed off, his touch like a ghost upon her body. “Teaser…” Ana muttered sleepily, turning onto her stomach and burying her hands underneath her pillow in anger. The shadows chuckled, disappearing into the darkness.

The next morning, Dean awoke to find his lover curled in a ball at the far side of the bed. Brows furrowing, he lazily sat up on his elbows. Sam and Sara were still in bed, the soft snores barely audible for once. Though he worried over his little brother, he found his lover’s absence by his side a more pressing question at the moment. Had he done something to piss her off again? He hoped not, cause he honestly did not know how he would mend their relationship. Shaking off his ‘if’s, the Winchester leaned over, placing his lips close to Ana’s ear. The silky strands of her hair tickled his nose. “Bbbbaaaabbbyyy…” He called, flicking his tongue outward. Without warning, Ana jabbed her elbow into the hunter’s ribs, barely able to hide a smile as she heard Dean groan. Rolling back and forth, the Winchester clenched his teeth.

“That was for leaving me hanging last night…” Ana growled lowly, slipping from the covers and grabbing the ice tea from the table.

Dean watched her clothed back in confusion. Glancing at the two other sleeping roommates, he too removed himself from the shell of warmth, sitting across from his soon to be wife. Hazel orbs absently went to her exposed legs, quickly shifting as he heard a curt cough.

“My body is not to be used like meat thank you very much!” The heated youth snapped, glaring at Dean.

Shaking his head, the Winchester opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it, not wanting to hinder the situation. Tentatively, he spoke after a few moments. “Can-uhh-you explain how-uhh-well-why really, your mad at me?” He stumbled, his footing off balance in this battle ground. So far, Ana was kicking his ass.

Raising a brow, the girl huffed. “Well, let’s see…last night-remember? You decided to play ‘cat and mouse’.” Pausing, Ana tried to read her lover’s blank expression. She knew he remembered, he had too. She wasn’t some one night stand that wouldn’t remember when the sun came up.

“Okay, don’t yell at me, but-seriously-I don’t remember.” Dean unconsciously leaned back, afraid of his lover’s reaction.
Biting her lip, Ana exhaled slowly. She didn’t want to wake up her friends over some little fight. This was little, right? I mean, just cause he doesn’t remember feeling me up-its not like he doesn’t love me or anything. Her mind stopped, one thought running through it. Why am I jumping to conclusions?

“I know what you’re thinking Ana, and I’m telling you, I did not touch you last night.” The Winchester raised his voice slightly to emphasize the truth. Again, his hazel orbs went to the slumbering couple. He honestly didn’t want Sam to know he was having lady problems. That would haunt him for the rest of his life, Sam would make sure of it.

Tilting her head, Ana’s eyes widened. “Oh my God.” Covering her mouth with a hand, she abruptly stood. “Uhh-gotta go make a phone call!” She rushed, dashing out of the room. Dean was surprised she was even able to grab her cell phone at the pace she was going.

Seconds ticked by, Dean still sitting at the table. Everything happened so fast he felt lost, like he was Balto, the trees all marked. Sam loved that movie when he was a kid. A distinct memory of the cartoon wolf running through snow flashed through his head, the Disney movie making its entrance at a odd time. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he frowned. “Who the heck is she calling at-” Dean hesitated to read the clock, “eight in the fuckin’ morning?” Running a hand over his face, the Winchester pushed off the chair. He was ready to go right back to bed, but fate wasn’t that kind. Stopping in front of the door, he placed his ear upon it, listening.

“Yeah…I know…”

His future wife’s voice could be heard through the wood, her tone solider like. It was odd, her pitch always soft to others and him.

“Okay, will do. . . . Thanks Bobby. . . . I’ll call you like always. . . Yeah, I’ll tell Sara, bye.”

Shock paralyzed Dean as he stared at the chipped oak. How the hell did she know about Bobby?! They met face to face but its not like their friends! Not like how she was talking to him now! What in damn nation is going on?1 This had to be the most disorientating morning he had ever had, and that’s pretty hard to do seeing as he had woken up one morning with Sam’s naked ass beside him. The aroma of liquor filled his sense of smell, another memory forming. It consisted of a very-VERY-drunk Sammy boy. Coming back to reality, he was met with the slam of the door to his face. Yelping, he fell onto the floor due to the momentum of the hit, clutching his bleeding nose with his hands. The commotion woke Sara up, her body cracking as it came to life.

“What-why were you behind the door? You better not have been ease dropping buddy!” Ana almost shrieked, her anger still left from the ‘fondling’ argument prior. It wasn’t that she was pissed but more so that she was unnerved. It almost felt like a dream, but with the sense of touch intensified and practically real. The line between reality and dream land had been smudged, making everything be questioned. Did she really wake up or is this part of the ‘fondling’ sequence? Forgetting about Dean, she turned to Sara. “Pinch me, now. Or at least hit me, just do something painful.”

Swinging her legs over the bed, Sara stared at her friend as if she had two heads. “What?” She whispered hoarsely. Her lids flickered as she tried to shake off the Sandmans power. Dropping her gaze, she gaped at Dean. Blood had now coated his fingers, dripping onto the white T-shirt. The crimson liquid stood out like a ugly flower in a bouquet of plush red roses. “What happened?” She uttered, crawling onto the floor and over to the fallen male. Her hand pulled Dean’s fingers away, wincing at the heart-shaped blood splatter on his handsome features. “Jesus!” Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she stared questionably at Ana. The girl had a spaced out look upon her face. “Hello!”

“Uhh-Wha’?” Ana finally answered, her bafflement briskly diminishing as her eyes took in the sanguine nose. Without the fog, she was able to function, bending down and taking her lover’s face in her hands. “Sorry love.” She apologized, her lip twitching into a sorrowful smile.

“I’ll be right back with a towel.” Scrambling up, Sara raised a finger. “And tissues!” With a spin, she headed for the bathroom. A folded towel and box of tissues appeared in her arm as she came back. Handing the petal printed box to her best friend, she began cleaning up Dean’s face.

“Ouch! Be careful door-slammer!” The Winchester bellowed, his voice muffled from behind the damp towel. Ana rolled her eyes.

“Stop moving and you would be fine! It wasn’t my fault you were eavesdropping!”

Sara’s hand halted, resting against Dean’s cheek. “Did you guys duke it out while I was sleeping? Cause you two are like a old married couple right now…” Her comment was received with a glare from both patrons. “Okay, never mind…” Blowing her bangs out of her face, she continued rubbing her towel-clad finger up and down the wounded hunter’s chin. The blood had started to stain the hotel piece, contrasting vibrantly with the pale blue.

Sara’s hand halted, resting against Dean’s cheek. "Did you guys duke it out while I was sleeping? Cause you two are like a old married couple right now…" Her comment was received with a glare from both patrons. "Okay, never mind…" Blowing her bangs out of her face, she continued rubbing her towel-clad finger up and down the wounded hunter’s chin. The blood had started to stain the hotel piece, contrasting vibrantly with the pale blue. Once her job was done, she left the two alone as she climbed back into bed, her hand closing around Sam’s shoulder. He had been unmoving through this whole dilemma. That alone worried her, brows furrowing in confusion. Being a hunter, the Winchesters were very alert.

“Out?” Dean inquired, two tissues stuffed in his nose. Getting off the floor, he moved in front of his little brother. “Still out…damn it!” Running a hand through his hair he froze. Hazel eyes traveled to the disgusted expression on his lover’s face. “Okay…that’s gross…” Holding his hand in view, he grimaced. Red painted his fingers and palm. “You know what, how about you girls wake Sleeping Beauty while I take a shower.” Licking his lips, Dean hurried over to the bathroom, knowing that if Sam awoke to him bloody…he would freak.

With the click of the door, Ana and Sara turned their gaze to the lump beneath the covers.

“Baby?” Sara cooed, climbing on top of the bed. The mattress dipped as she crawled over to her lover. “Sam…?” Pulling the covers back, the two stared at the pale Winchester.

“I never remember a vision lasting this long…” Ana mumbled out loud, glancing at Sara worriedly.

“I know…Hey, what were Dean and you fighting about?” Brushing brown locks from Sam’s face, Sara spared a look of curiosity at her friend. Her fingers curled around his biceps, applying a gentle shake.

Frowning when Sam continued to sleep, Ana found her anger rising. She had just calmed down, and having the subject brought up again added fuel to the dying fire. “Well…Dean tried to feel me up last night and then denied it before eavesdropping on my phone call.” She replied, her voice surprisingly smooth.

“I wouldn’t think Dean would be one to lie about something like that-and I totally can see him eavesdropping.” Sara commented, leaning forward and calling to Sam softly. “Sam!” She eventually yelled, finding her attempts futile. Rubbing her eyes, she sighed. Concern for her lover was becoming a physical burden.

“Yeah-but come on! Who else would mess around with me in the middle of the night?! I don’t think it was Sammy do you?” Ana said, lips quirking into a scowl, eyes motioning to the sleeping youth.

Dropping her hand, the blonde hunter rolled her eyes. “No, it wasn’t Sam. I just don’t think it was Dean. He isn’t the guy who would deny it. I mean, he is PROUD of his sexual activities.”

Ana gnawed on the corner of her lip, finding herself falling for her friends characterization. Its true. Abruptly, she felt her skin start tingling, dirt filling her pores. Scrubbing her hands together, she grimaced. “Then who did…?” Feeling somewhat violated, Ana hugged herself. Her eyes met Sara’s.

Grasping her friend’s arm, Sara offered a small smile. “We’ll figure this out, all right? Maybe it was a ghost or something…” The thought that there was some sick apparition feeling people up when they slept was creepy.

Their thoughts were interrupted as they heard the squeak of the shower handle. Steam billowed from the bathroom door as Dean took a step outward, his flesh glistening with moisture. The undersized standard white towel hugged his pelvic bones, the edge hovering above his knee. Dark damp spikes shot every which way, a few dripping water on the stained carpet below.

“We couldn’t get him up…” Sara retorted, noting Dean’s stare on the Winchester behind her.

“Oh, he’s getting up.” Dean grumbled, fear driving him to use other methods. Disappearing back into the bathroom, he came back with a cup full of water. “This should get him up!” Walking around the bed, Dean mumbled apologies before dumping the cup on the youngest Winchester’s face.