Dead End Signs and Wasted Land

I woke up an empty bed and the smell of pancakes. My head was spinning uncontrollably but I knew it was from all the alcohol I had the night before. I groaned loudly, clenching the side of my head as it filled with throbbing pain. I thought I said I wasn't going to drink like that again. I thought, rotating my body until I was on my back and I could see Sam and Dean sitting at the table with styrofoam containers filled with assorted foods, along with three styrofoam cups of some type of beverage. Sam glanced up at me and smiled.

"Hey sleepyhead," he greeted casually, as Dean turned and smirked back at me. Then little flashbacks filled my head of the night before, when Dean and I had done the deed in the back seat of the Impala, while earlier that night before the big fight I was practically making-out with Sam. I felt like a prostitute for some strange reason, but I was drunk at least I thought I was.

I didn't waste any time, pressing my lips against his passionately and roughly, frisking my fingers through his short brown hair. His tongue, banging against my lips and begging to get inside my mouth. I obeyed and his tongue swirled around, dancing with mine. Sudden sparks filled my mouth and making me more impatient. I traced my hands across Dean's bare, muscular chest, as he started to fumble to take off my bra. Still kissing him intently, he had succeeded and broke apart for him to fiercely drop it on the floor. We cupped each others faces with our hands, pulling in for another round of uncontrollable kissing. When our bare chests collided, I began to get more vulnerable and wanting him more than I already had.

I rubbed my eyes slowly and groaned at the killer headache, that was growing more and more intense. "What time is it?" I managed to spit out, tiredly.

"It's time for you to learn that running out in the night and getting drunk in the process, is not a way to solve your problems after an argument," Dean declared before devouring a forkful of ham and eggs. I rolled my eyes and threw the covers off of me, noticing that I was still in my clothes from the night before. Memories started to flood back of me and Dean, again:

We drew away for a second when Dean laid me down on the cold, black leather seat. He hovered his strong body over my tall, somewhat petite one, just as hungry as I was for him. Dean took a hold of the button on my jean short and tugged them off me, kicking them to the other end of the seat. Kissing me down my neck to my collarbone and up my jaw line, I moaned softly as I struggled to find the button of his jeans. A smile spread across his face, as he managed to take them off himself. He took a hold of my right breast in one of his big, callused hands massaging it gently as he continued to kiss down my chest. I moaned a little louder, wrapping my arms around his torso to bring him in closer to me, telling him not to stop.

I pressed my bare feet on the carpet, which was a pale blue with black specks. I acknowledged from there that we were in a different motel. This one was a lot cleaner than the last. I examined the room, puzzled. The walls were a light shade of gray, a few paintings hanging on them, a tiny refrigerator behind the table the boys were sitting at, a 23" TV on top of a cherry wood dresser and that was about it.

I sighed quietly. "Where are we anyway? And Dean don't even say anything about a motel or something perverted, because I'll smack you alongside the head if you don't shut up." Sam snickered and grinned back at me about to laugh but decided not to.

"Shutting up," Dean replied, taking a sip of the cup of coffee before him.

"Hickory, North Carolina," Sam answered me, as I tore myself off the bed and paced over to the boys. "I think we have a good case on our hands within the metropolitan area."

I stared at him blankly. "Whatever happened to staying in Florida because of the vampires? You said we weren't going anywhere until these things were killed."

Dean; who was completely ignoring me like a smart ass, didn't glance up at me once from his breakfast. I slugged my head across the back of his head and hollered at me, "Ow! Okay, I'm sorry! Gees..." Sam was trying his hardest not to laugh, but I kept a straight face looking at Dean. "These vampires are bound to be anywhere. They won't stay in one place the entire time, no matter where their nest lies."

"Kind of like that case you had in Red Lodge, Montana you and Sam used to talk about," I replied, staring at the lonely styrofoam container of food, along with a styrofoam cup of some kind of beverage.

"Yeah, except they were good vampires. These vamps I can guarantee you aren't like them," he explained in a serious tone, glancing up at me briefly.

Sam suddenly chimed in, "Plus, we figured that it you had enough of being in a place that brings back so many memories for you," and beamed back at me, brightly. Watching him smile at me joyfully, I couldn't help but space out for a second and reminisce to the kiss Sam and I shared:

Sam cut into my thoughts as he started to get up off the sand, until I grabbed his hand and pulled him down until our lips collided like the Titanic and a fluke iceberg that came out of nowhere. A frigid breeze swept by when placed my hands around Sam's neck, moving up to only get tangled in his mop, brown hair. I felt a smile form on his lips as he pushed me back gently on the cool, soft sand. His hand grazing down my side and gripping onto the hem of my striped-shirt.

I sighed and nodded before reaching over the boys to grasp onto the container of food and cup, sitting in the chair between them; Sam on my left and Dean on my right. I opened the container to reveal three pieces of french toast along with a side of bacon. I smiled as I knew that at least somebody knows what I like.

Looking up at the beverage in the cup, I asked, "So, what drink did you get me?"

"I knew you weren't much of a coffee drinker, so I sided with ordering you a hot chocolate," Sam answered back, nonchalantly.

"With the works," Dean added and pointing a finger at me, meaning chocolate chips, marshmallows, and whipped cream. He nodded his head with a slight grin on his face. I couldn't help but smile back. These boys really knew me so well it was unreal.

I gave them both a pat on the back. "You guys are truly amazing," I stated, grinning from ear to ear. They both had smirks on their faces, but didn't say anything and continued eating their breakfast.

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I changed into my gear, tucking my gun in my right boot and my pocket knife in my back pocket. I started to wonder, what exactly was going through Dean and Sam's head after our little incidents. I was surprisingly quite normal. After a night of sweet, innocent thrills with two amazing men, I should be feeling guilty, but I was shameless.

Once I was all set, I headed out the motel door and raced down to where I noticed the boys hovering over a map, resting gradually upon the hood.

"So, where are we headed boys?" I questioned, stopping right beside Sam to glance at the map with highlighted routes on it.

"Well," Sam began in a certified tone, "First we're heading to the Hickory Museum of Art on 3rd Avenue, and we'll continue on from there."

I looked at him puzzled. They never really filled me in on what the case was on or why it was so different. Dean noticed my expression and said, "We'll fill you in on the way. Let's get our asses in gear and hit the road."