Written by: gooberlanes13

Edited by: KariGorsuch

"Something." I mocked, picking up a fork from the food bag and shoving it into his chest.

Bri and Sam were still exchanging lost faces as they slowly reached for their white containers of food and began picking through what Dean had ordered.

"Okay," Sam finally chimed in after a few moments of nothing but cold, quiet glares being exchanged between myself and Dean. He was leaning against the door, still, glaring between myself and the fork, while I stood on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed and all my weight on one leg. "What the hell is going on?"

"Sam," I spoke, with a sharp exhale, not breaking eye contact with Dean. "Why would Dean need to keep a napkin from the bar we met at?"

"Dean -" Sam growled, looking between Dean and I. "- okay, I know how this looks..."

"What?" Bri interjected, rising to her feet and taking her place beside me as she peered at the napkin I had just passed her. "What the hell is this?"

Dean rolled his eyes over Sam's shoulder, earning a harder glare from me, but what pissed me off more than anything was, after the wolf attack, the food run and seeing the wolf again, and then finding this napkin - was that Dean looked even hotter than before as he glared right back at me.

"Read it." I spoke, not blinking at this point.

Bri glanced between myself and the napkin before she unraveled the napkin and her jaw dropped as she looked up at Sam in disbelief.

"Explain this." I demanded, finally breaking eye contact with Dean as I snatched the napkin out of Bri's hand and slammed it onto the coffee table. "Why is Bri's Uncle's address on this fucking napkin?"

"Why did you keep this?" Bri asked, looking around Sam to Dean, who seemed to be breathing harder than he was than before, almost like a bull. "Why did it have to be from the bar you met Eve at?"

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, outstretching my arms as if I had given up a guessing game.

Sam exhaled sharply as he looked between us and Dean. He moved to the loveseat again, dropping down with a sigh as Bri gently led me to the Queen bed and we both sat down with our arms crossed.

We watched as Dean moved across the room, finally snatching up one of the white containers and dropping down on the other Queen bed. He opened the lid, stabbing some chicken and shoving it into his mouth.

With a lingering glare, I hesitantly moved my eyes from Dean to Sam, who rubbed his face in an effort to collect his thoughts.

"Look, it's not what you think. This has to do with Bri's uncle. He's an old hunter we've been trying to track down. Turns out he's gone offf the radar for years, but we need his help.

"Dean took that napkin, because we've been keeping track of you two..." Sam admitted, as I opened my mouth to react, but Bri took my knee. "...the only reason was Bri's Uncle Brad. He's an old Hunter and Dean found him through some old archives of a friend."

"Uncle Brad? Seriously?" Bri giggled next to me, in disbelief.

"Brad ran with our dad back in the day. And there's... another issue we're dealing with," Sam added crypically. "Brad knows how to handle it, but we didn't plan on dragging you two into this."

"What is it?" I found falling out of my mouth, as I turned to Dean, who was still stuffing his face.

Sam sighed heavily, lowering his gaze.

"Okay, maybe you don't have to tell us what it is..." Bri interjected as my gaze returned to Sam. "...but at least tell us why you targeted us?"

"Target?" Sam echoed, shaking his head and sliding to the edge of the cushion he was sitting on. "No...we didn't plan on meeting either of you, but we knew of you."

I could feel my muscles ease and my face softened as the realization that we weren't in danger with these two started to settle in. I frowned at myself as I uncrossed my arms and leaned back on my hands with a slow exhale, to calm the rest of the way down.

"We didn't plan to meet either of you, we knew of you, but none of this..." He gestured between the four of us. "...was on the agenda."

"Ain't that the truth." Dean chimed in.

"Oh, he speaks!" I snarled, earning another glare from him. "Why didn't you just tell me that outside?"

"Eve," Sam interjected, getting my attention. "You're still processing a lot and he didn't want to overwhelm you with this too."

"She's having a better time processing this shit than me." Bri grumbled, picking her food back up and starting to eat again.

I frowned around them, almost feeling embarrassed at my reaction, and when Bri offered me the fourth and final container of food, I refused it and rose to my feet and moved into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

It felt as if I was hyperventilating as I moved to stand in front of the mirror. I glared at myself, noticing my hair was frizzy from the city chill outside. I looked down and twisted the cold water on, only to allow it to fill up my hands as I splashed some on my face to calm me the rest of the way down.

I raised my gaze to my own reflection again and heaved a hard sigh.

"I'm sorry," I peeped, moving out of the bathroom and leaning against the wall that separated the room from the bathroom.

Dean looked up from his, now, empty plate and nodded without a word.

"No." I smirked, hoisting myself off the wall, earning his gaze again. "You don't get to do that -"

"- do what?" Dean muffled, mouth full of food.

"Be a dick and then not apologize about it." I pointed at me, stepping towards him.

"I'm sorry?" He shrugged.

"No, I won't accept that." I shook my head. "Now you're saying it only because I said you should...it's not genuine."

"I'm sorry?" He repeated in the same tone.

I glared over at Sam, who just shrugged and I threw my hands up at him as I stomped over to the bed and took my food from Bri before opening it and beginning to eat.

"You would be more sorry if you saw what I saw..." I muttered, earning Dean's confused expression (again).

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, swallowing his food. "You didn't tell me you saw -" He paused in mid sentence as he raised himself off the bed to discard his empty food box into the bag the food came in. "- at the restaurant?"

"Yes." I answered, without looking at him.

"I knew you saw something..." Dean pointed at me, finally earning my eyes again. "...what did you see out that window?"

I hesitated, looking from Dean to Sam and Bri. "The wolf."

"What?!" Bri gasped louder than usual.

"He was standing across the road and then just disappeared..." I frowned, looking back up to Dean. "...there was something else too."

"What?" He asked, dropping down next to me now, as I shot Bri an eye. Mentally noting that there would be a conversation about his body heat later on.

"There was this high pitch tinnitus-like sound that was stronger than anything I had ever heard or experienced before..." I sighed, dropping my gaze as Dean gently took my food and sat it back down on the coffee table as I attempted to put it into words. "...It was so loud that I almost buckled, but no one else seemed to hear it or experience anything."

"What made it stop?" Sam's voice chimed.

"Dean." I simply stated, looking back at Dean, who was studying my face.

"Shit." He grumbled, looking away from me and burying his face in his hands. "You were right."

"Who? What?" asked Bri, placing her food back down as well, as Sam grinned over at her inquisitive approach.

"Eve had a theory we were talking about -" Dean started, but I interjected.

"- before this sighting thing happened." I peeped in again, quietly.

Dean nodded with a small grin as he continued, "- she brought up that this was might be a pureblood. More calculated, classy and harder to find."

"There's different types of werewolves?" Bri questioned, leaning back on the loveseat and pinching her temples again. "Classy? What- do they wear bowties and suits?"

"Regular and pureblood." I shot over to her as she shot me back a small glare as Dean continued.

"It's an interesting take, considering this thing is hunting on intention, not instinct." He elaborated further.

"Copyrighted." I grunted, earning a sharp eye from Dean.

"Have we ever dealt with a pureblood werewolf before?" Sam's eyebrow wrinkled as he picked up an aged journal that had cracks from usage. He flipped through the pages as I found myself beaming at the book curiously.

"Their handbook." Bri whispered, earning a look from both brothers.

"We're going to need more guns." Deans muttered under his breath as he rose to his feet and pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he moved into the entry area of the room. "Bobby..."

"Family friend." whispered Sam to answer mine and Bri's questionable faces.

The next morning was quite unusual.

I awoke being the only one still in bed. I looked around, almost clueless as the bathroom door opened, allowing some light to fill the room as shower steam did the same.

"Ugh." I growled, sitting upright and pinching the bridge of my nose as another light was turned on, earning another groan from me.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty!" chimed Dean's voice, and through my sleepy eyes, I peered through the waking blur to see he was standing at the end of their bed in nothing but a towel. "Have you seen my shirt?" He asked, and without even answering him, or looking at his face, I groaned, slamming myself back onto the pillow covering my face with my hands.

"Oh, did someone not sleep well?" Dean inquired, with humor lacing each word.

"Why the fuck didn't they have separate rooms?" I groaned out loud, sitting back up and sliding out of the sheets.

"Cute Pajamas." Dean pointed as I froze, and in that moment I forgot what Pajamas I was wearing and had to glance down at my upside down cross design. I rolled my eyes as I moved towards the corner where Bri and I had our bags.

"Jealous? They don't come in your size." I asked as Dean chuckled. "Where's Bri?"

Ignoring his grin, I rummaged through my bag, pulling out my cutest, laciest bra and letting it dangle deliberately from my index finger as I searched for the rest of my clothes. His grin faltered, just slightly, when I added a matching black thong to the pile.

I tossed the rest of my chosen outfit—a pair of black leggings and a soft pink long-sleeve shirt—onto the bed, then straightened up, locking eyes with him. "Guess I didn't need a comeback after all."

Grabbing my bundle of clothes, I walked past him, stopping just long enough to lean in and whisper, "I can play too."

Dean's mouth twitched, the corner quirking into a lopsided smile as he chuckled nervously. "Well, you play—Bobby, Sam, and Bri'll be back in ten."

I simply nodded, stepping into the steam-filled bathroom and shutting the door behind me.

As I turned the lock, I heard his voice again, low and amused, barely carrying through the door. "Touche."

I smirked in triumph, setting my clothes on the counter before turning the shower dial to full blast. I twisted the dial to adjust the temperature to perfection. Allowing the water to run through my hair and down my back was so relaxing, but I have the horrible habit of taking short showers - thanks Army.

It was no time before I stepped back out onto the dry towel on the floor and began to dry off with the other towel that was hung above the toilet. After, I twisted the other towel with my hair on top of my head and slid my towel around my chest as I moved over to the counter, to realize I had grabbed everything, but a brush.

"Fuck." I hissed through my teeth as I unlocked the door, but before I pulled the door open, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for Dean's attitude - well "attitude."

I moved through the room, seeing Dean, fully dressed now, sitting on the unmade queen bed of his and Sam's, focused on that journal Sam was reading out of last night. I walked across the room, catching his attention with the white towel, and started rummaging through my bag, again, for my brush.

"Are you...uh...changing in the room...or -?" Dean started, and I could hear his grin through his voice at this point.

I didn't respond and pulled out my brush, I turned around to see his eyes scanning every inch of skin it could manage to see.

"You know, I could turn around," He offered, though he made no move to do so.

"Or you could leave," I shot back, slipping past him toward the bathroom again.

But as I brushed by, Dean leaned in just enough for his voice to reach my ear, "You might have won this round, but you're making this way too easy for round two sweetheart."