My Best Friends Brother // Supernatural

Chapter 29

I wake up with the sound of the door opening and closing, I groan slightly and Dean tightens his grip around me. I open my eyes and Sam is staring at us confused, I instantly sit up "Dude what the hell" I say to Dean who's woken up confused with a frown on his face "What?" He asks "Why were you cuddling?" Sam asks, he looks at the empty beer bottles and bags of crips on the floor "We were watching a movie and fell asleep I guess. What time is it?" I ask "Late" Sam replies, I get up and get in our bed "You lay on that end today" I say putting a pillow on the end of the bed before covering my face with the covers 

"dude?" Sam whispers "What?" Dean asks "You need to back off from her, you've hurt her once already" Sam says clearly being overprotective "I'm not going to hurt her again Sam, I was twenty then. Plus there's nothing going on anyways" Dean replies. There's a long silence "I hate to see her get hurt, she's been through enough" Sam speaks up "I know she has" Dean replies 

I sit up, they look at me "How was the date?" I ask "Weren't you going to sleep?" Sam asks "I don't want to anymore, I want to know about the date and whatever papers you're carrying" I point to the folder in his hand, I get up from the bed and sit on the table. They join me  "The date was fine" Sam says "So the date went find and she just handed you the providences over to you?" Dean asks "Provenances" I correct him "whatever" Dean rolls his eyes "Yes. We went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers" Sam replies to Deans question "And then?" Dean and I ask in unison "And nothing. That's it. I left" Sam says 

I narrow my eyes at him "You didn't have to con her or do any...special favours or anything like that?" Dean asks, Sam makes a disgusted look at Dean "Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" Sam asks and Dean laughs at him "You know when this whole thing's done, we could stick around for a little bit." Dean says "That's a good idea" I point out "why?" Sam asks "So you could take her out again? It's obvious you're into her, even I could see that." Dean says, I nod "And you've got that look on your face, the date went well I can tell" I say 

Sam is focused on the papers in front of him "Hey, I think I've got something" Sam says isolating the paper he was reading "Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910." Dean reads out "Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Sam says, I grab the journal "First purchased in 1912, Peter Simms. Peter Simms murdered 1912. Same thing in 1945. Oh, same thing in 1970." I read out to them "Then stored, until it was donated to a charity auction last month. Where the Telescas bought it. So what do you think, it's haunted? or cursed?" Sam asks "Either way" I say "It's toast" Dean finishes my sentence

I get changed out of my pjs and meet the boys in the impala, I get in the back seat and lean back as Dean drives off to the auction house. Dean parks the car and we walk quietly towards the high gates, I walk forward and effortlessly jumping over in one single jump, I turn to face them and they look both impressed and annoyed. I jump back over and grab them both by the waist "Ready boys?" I whisper 

before they can say anything else I carry them over the gates, and land gracefully while they both stumble on their feet "I'm never doing that again" Dean whispers, we run towards the house, Sam disarms the security alarm while Dean picks the lock. We quickly search for the painting, Dean flashes his light upstairs and I speed up it grabbing the painting and speeding back down. We share a look and leave the house 

We drive away from the house so we can burn the painting "Those little superpowers of yours are making breaking and entering so much easier" Dean speaks up "Right" I say cocky, Dean gets his matches ready "Ugly ass thing. If you ask me we're doing the art world a favour." Dean says lighting it on fire. "Let's go, I'm starving" I say leading the way back to the car 

We drive back to the motel, have our separate showers and I sit on the couch with a blood bag while the boys lay in their own beds ready to sleep off the rest of the night. I finish my blood bag and lay down with Sam, this time I lay directly next to him instead of the opposite end "This is new" Sam chuckles, I can hear Dean fast asleep on his bed "Yeah well, I've shared a bed with you since I put you to watch Scream" I say with a small smile "Right, I forgot about that" Sam chuckles "I did too, Dean was the one that remembered" I point out, Sam nods. I turn to face him 

"I know that look, you heard us talking"

I nod "It's hard to with super hearing, sometimes I can't tune it out"

"I'm just looking out for you, I know how Dean makes you feel. That breakup of whatever it was literally made you leave him"

"I didn't leave because Dean hurt me"

Sam frowns "What?"

"I left because I couldn't live without you, So I put myself through college, when I turned I compelled myself the same schedule as you because I wanted to look out for you like you always have for me"

"You never told me that you left them for me"

"Because if I had to do it again I would, I knew that if you knew this back then you would make me go back. And I wouldn't"

"You wouldn't leave me there? In Stanford?"

"Of course not, you're my best friend Sammy. And I'm always going to stick by your side"

Sam smiles sleepy "Dean and I, we would do anything for you" I say "I know" he whispers, I move his hair away from his face as he falls asleep. I look at him with a smile on my face, I don't know what I would do without him by my side