You are awoken by ringing. You pick your phone and answer the call.

"Yeah?" You say sleepily.

"Hello Agent Davis. I have cleaned the corpse and prepared it for you." You recognize the voice of the coroner.

"Thank you, I will stop by later today, if it's okay."

"Sure, Goodbye." He hangs up. You growl into the pillow, refusing to wake up. So instead you dial Sam's number. 

"Hello?" He answers, sounding fresher than you.

"Hey Sam, I just wanted to tell that the corpse is ready." You respond.

"Oh okay. So should we meet there in an hour?" He offers.

"Ugh, actually, could you pick me up?" You ask him, biting your lower lip. You doubt that someone would drive you to the morgue when you have a black eye.

"Sure, where are you staying?"

"Mm….the motel is called "The ugly duck"." You answer.

"OK, see you in 30 minutes." He hangs up, before you can say anything else. Shit! You jump from the bed, putting on your FBI clothes and make your way to the bathroom. You have to mask the black eye.

Although you try really hard, the black eye is still visible and you look like you have put your face in a powder. In the end you just give up and wash your face to get rid of the make-up. 

You are just about to eat something, when you hear the honk outside the motel. You quickly check yourself in the mirror, before grabbing a toast. You look like crap with that huge black eye, which plays with colors such as purple, blue and yellow, but you don't really care. 

You run out of the door and rush to the Impala, eating your toast. Once you sit down, both of the brothers turn to you.

"What happened?" Sam asks you, surprised.

"Ahh, just a guy from a bar was too handsy." You shrug and bite your toast.

"Did he do anything else to you?" Dean looks at you and you would swear that he looks a bit worried, but that has to be just your imagination.

"Nope. I can take care of myself, Dean." You grin.

"Yeah, we can see that." He responds before turning to the windscreen. You roll your eyes and comfortably lean on the backseat's backrest.

After 30 minutes of driving in complete silence, you arrive at the morgue. You quickly get out of the tension in the car. Why is Dean acting so weird? He was so nice to me the last hunt, what flew over his head?

You quickly walk inside, better to be around dead people than around him. You show the nurse at the desk your badge and she leads you to the body. The boys appear after a while, but you don't complain, at least you could have examined the body alone in peace.

"It was definitely a werewolf." You tell them, once they step over the doorsill.

"Let me see." Dean pushes you away from the corpse and examines the body by himself. Sam looks apologetically at you.

"He has his time of the month." Sam bends down and whispers into your ear. You start giggling, covering your mouth with a hand. And when Dean turns to you with raised eyebrow, you start laughing even more.

"What's so funny?" He asks.

"Nothing." You smile innocently at him and poke Sam in the ribs. When Dean is finally done and agrees that it was really a werewolf, you leave the morgue.

"What now?" You ask them as you approach the Impala.

"I think, we should check some camera's records if we see him somewhere." Sam suggests, knotting his eyebrows together as he thinks. You groan in annoyance, this usually does Charlie instead of you!

"Okay, let's go to the police office then." You sigh.

The police give you all of the records of traffic cameras from past 5 days and it's loads of material. Fortunately you can bring it with you to the motel, which is a little problem, because the boys stay in other motel than you.

"So I will ask a police officer to drive me to the motel and then I will thumb a lift to yours." You suggest, trying to be practical. You wouldn't even go to your room, but you want to get changed and take your laptop, which Charlie misses now, but you guess that he has bought a new one.

"Ok, it sounds as the only option." Sam sighs. You haven't noticed how Dean looked at his brother disapprovingly.

You wave at them as you are getting into one of the officer's car. Dean is frowning and Sam is smiling, just another normal day.

You quickly change your clothes into jeans and a t-shirt and brush your hair again. Before you leave, you take your laptop. You have to walk a while on the route, just to get a bit further from the motel. When you are happy with your spot, you start thumbing.

An old guy stops and opens the door for you.

"Jump in." He smiles. Once you seat yourself on the front seat, he places one of his hands on your knee. You would normally shake his hand off, but because you are too tired, you just let it go.

As you get out of the car at the motel, the driver slaps your ass. You angrily tell him that he's a dick and leave. Dean sees the whole thing and promises to himself, that he won't let you thumb a lift ever again.

You want to knock on the brothers' door, but before you have the chance to do it, the door opens and reveals Dean.

"Come in." He invites you in, looking at you weirdly. What have I done again?! You quickly place your laptop on the table and take one of the camera's records to look at. Next to you sits Sam and opposite to you sits Dean.

"Have you found anything yet?" You ask Sam, looking over his shoulder at his screen.

"Nothing yet." He smiles at you. You smile back at him and return to your screen.

After 3 hours of looking at the same crossroad near the first murder, your butt starts to hurt. You rub your eyes and stand up from the chair. You stretch yourself, yawning. Dean's eyes are glued to your back and when you turn to him, he's looking away.

You take your laptop and jump on one of the beds without asking fro permission, taking off your shoes. Because none of them says anything, you just continue to watch more and more videos.

When it's already 3 in the morning, your eyes start to close, but you want to stay awake and find the freaking werewolf. You yawn again and rest your head on your arms, which are placed in front of the laptop. That was a bad idea, because you fall asleep in no time.

Dean and Sam haven't noticed, that you fell asleep, until you start mumbling from your sleep. They can't understand you, but it makes Sam chuckle. Dean just frowns, when he realizes, that you are sleeping in his bed.

"How did she get in my bed?" Dean asks his brother.

"Oh come on, now tell me that you actually mind that she's in your bed." Sam smirks.

"Shut up Sam. What are we gonna do about her?" Dean looks at you and then back at Sam.

"If you want, you can wake her up and drive her back. But it's really late and we should go to bed as well…" Sam shrugs.

"But Sam, where should I sleep?" Dean asks his brother again. Sam just smirks at him and closes his laptop.

"You can sleep on the floor." Dean gives his brother a glare. This is the only motel, where they don't have any couch! Dean sighs as he closes his own laptop and makes his way to the bathroom, where he takes a quick shower. Sam follows his steps and soon enough, Dean is standing in front of his bed, looking down at you and thinking, what he should do. Sam just walks past him, poking him in ribs and wiggling his eyebrows at Dean, before he lies in his own bed. Dean just shakes his head and takes your laptop, putting it on the table. He lies next to you, pulling the blanket from under your body and covering his half-naked body. Then he slowly drifts off to sleep like his brother.

You wake up in the middle of the night, shivering. Where is my blanket? Why am I wearing jeans? You put off your jeans, leaving yourself just in panties and t-shirt. You don't even bother to open your eyes. At first you are quite surprised, that Charlie is lying in your bed, but you are too sleepy to do something about it. You take part of the blanket from him and snuggle under it.

Sometime during night, Dean turns to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer into his chest. You place your head in the crook of his neck and tangle your legs with his, thinking that it's just another dream about you and Dean.

AN: Soo, what do you think??:))