All in the Family
All in the Family
Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 1255
“Are you guys fucking insane?!”
Rayne sighed, again, and pinched the bridge of her nose, her elbow resting on the small table off to the side of their motel room.
Dean’s lips twitched into a smirk and Rayne shot him a glance across the table that meant in no uncertain terms to just shut up.
Sam laced his fingers through his shaggy hair and continued to pace in small circles by the beds, breathing harshly and flailing his arms every so often, at a loss for words.
What could he say? When both Rayne and Dean seemed open, and rather hell bent on the idea of all three of them being…together.
Sam sat down on one of the small beds, Dean watched him carefully as he sat quietly, cleaning his nails with his pocket knife.
Sam shot back up and went to make a move to the bathroom, the one place he could escape this insanity.
They must be been drunk or something, if I could just take a shower…wait for them to sober up…
“Sam, sit down,” Rayne said, her tone making it perfectly clear that she was not giving him a choice in the matter.
Surprisingly, he did.
She sighed again, getting up and dragging the small wooden chair over to where he was sitting on the bed.
Dean sat a little straighter, watching the way Sam shifted, eyes darting anywhere but Rayne.
She pulled the chair up close and sat down, her knees almost brushing his.
“Sam…”
“You’re crazy,” he said softly.
She smiled, “Maybe…but then,” she cocked her head, “I’d be willing to bet we all are.”
Sam just watched her.
“Tell me you didn’t feel something,” she whispered.
The only reason Dean could even hear the conversation was because of how awkwardly quiet the motel room had been since they had been back.
“You’re Dean’s girl,” he said softly.
A small smile danced across Dean’s lips. They had both been connected to Rayne since they met her, Sam had just always played the friend card.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Ray…”
“Answer the question Sam.”
“Yes.”
She sighed. As calm and in charge of this situation as she was trying to be, she couldn’t deny the feelings she had for Sam, and his small admission had her chest tightening.
“Sam…when I met you boys,” she sighed again. “I could have just have easily ended up with you instead of Dean,” she said softly, hoping he understood her meaning when his brow furrowed.
“We’ve both been connected to her since we met her Sam,” Dean rumbled, causing Sam’s eyes to shoot over Rayne’s shoulder. “I’m just the one that had the balls to make a move on it,” Dean said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
Rayne chuckled and glanced down, looking back up to see Sam staring at her.
“This is insane,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“Because…it’s…weird! It’s not…normal!”
“Since when have we ever been normal?” Dean said softly.
She sighed again, “Sam...I know you want to be, but we’re not normal. Everyday we break the laws and rules of society. We see things they don’t even believe in, and not only do we believe but we fight against it. As much as you don’t want to admit it, none of us are normal, never have been. I mean, hell, the connection you have with Dean,” she said, turning slightly to look at him, “even that’s not normal. I’ve never seen anything so strong.”
“Sam,” Dean said quietly, drawing his younger brother’s puppy dog eyes. “You gotta admit man, what the three of us have...” he paused, knowing Sam knew what he meant.
The bond between the two of them had only grown stronger when Rayne had joined the team, and now all three of them were locked in this life depending on one another, threaded together so tight Dean was convinced none of them could survive without the other two.
“We aren’t meant for normal Sam…we’ve all tried,” he whispered.
Immediately he saw the pain from Jessica’s murder spring anew in Sam’s eyes. They had all tried to be normal, have normal relationships, and each time it had, quite literally, blown up in their faces.
“Sam,” Rayne whispered, turning back towards him; she hesitantly placed her hand on his knee and he looked down, shakily placing his larger hand over it. “I love you.”
He looked back up into her eyes.
“I know Dean loves me…”
“I do too,” he whispered.
“Then why fight it?”
He sighed. He had closed himself off so completely after losing Jess, that until tonight he hadn’t realized how much he had fallen for Rayne, and now here they were caught up in this maelstrom of emotion that had all of them entwined so tight that it really was the only answer.
“I need time,” he whispered.
Rayne just nodded. “I know Dean and I seem okay with this, but we all need to take this slow.”
Sam smirked and nodded, swallowing so hard even Dean heard it.
“I’ve never shared a girl with him before,” Sam laughed weakly, pointing at Dean.
Dean just smirked, “That’s not true, remember Molly in Atlanta?”
Sam laughed and shook his head, “That was different, it wasn’t at the same time, and, and all I kept hearing was “Your brother did it this way, your brother did this…” drove me insane.”
Dean laughed, “Hey, I tried to give you pointers.”
Sam rolled his eyes and lobbed a pillow at Dean’s face.
Rayne just sat smiling at Sam, who finally met her eyes again.
“Just give me some time,” he said softly.
She just nodded, and then inhaled sharply when he actually leaned in and kissed her.
Her small hand cupped his cheek before he pulled back.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
She smiled and nodded again, as he grabbed his duffle and disappeared behind the door.
“You alright babe?” Dean rumbled, after the sound of water had started and Rayne still sat frozen by the bed.
She nodded and got up, walking over to Dean and climbing into his lap.
He sat back, allowing her to bury her face in his neck and wrapped his arms around her.
“You are okay with this, right?” she asked softly.
He nodded, “I meant what I said babe, what the three of us have…”
“It’s not normal,” she whispered, “I know.”
Dean kissed her temple softly.
“Dean?”
“Hmm?”
“Promise me something…”
“What babe?” he asked pulling back to look at her.
She sat up and pointed a finger in his face. “No smart ass comments, rude remarks or snide jokes about all this shit, Sam’s freaking out about all this and despite how hard you try to hide it I know this is messing with your head too and he doesn’t need you to be a dick about it.”
Dean’s eyes went wide with humor and he placed a hand over his heart, “Ray! I can’t believe you think I would do such a thing, I’m offended…”
“Dean!” she warned, slapping his chest.
He laughed, “Alright, alright, I promise…I know we all have to take this slow, relax.”
She still didn’t look convinced.
“I promise,” he said softly, kissing her softly on the lips.
“Thank you.”
He nodded.
“Think we should…maybe…push the beds together?” he asked slowly, waving a hand in their direction.
Rayne stared at the beds for a moment.
“Why don’t you let me talk to him while you take your shower? See if he’s ready.”
“’Kay.”
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Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 1255
“Are you guys fucking insane?!”
Rayne sighed, again, and pinched the bridge of her nose, her elbow resting on the small table off to the side of their motel room.
Dean’s lips twitched into a smirk and Rayne shot him a glance across the table that meant in no uncertain terms to just shut up.
Sam laced his fingers through his shaggy hair and continued to pace in small circles by the beds, breathing harshly and flailing his arms every so often, at a loss for words.
What could he say? When both Rayne and Dean seemed open, and rather hell bent on the idea of all three of them being…together.
Sam sat down on one of the small beds, Dean watched him carefully as he sat quietly, cleaning his nails with his pocket knife.
Sam shot back up and went to make a move to the bathroom, the one place he could escape this insanity.
They must be been drunk or something, if I could just take a shower…wait for them to sober up…
“Sam, sit down,” Rayne said, her tone making it perfectly clear that she was not giving him a choice in the matter.
Surprisingly, he did.
She sighed again, getting up and dragging the small wooden chair over to where he was sitting on the bed.
Dean sat a little straighter, watching the way Sam shifted, eyes darting anywhere but Rayne.
She pulled the chair up close and sat down, her knees almost brushing his.
“Sam…”
“You’re crazy,” he said softly.
She smiled, “Maybe…but then,” she cocked her head, “I’d be willing to bet we all are.”
Sam just watched her.
“Tell me you didn’t feel something,” she whispered.
The only reason Dean could even hear the conversation was because of how awkwardly quiet the motel room had been since they had been back.
“You’re Dean’s girl,” he said softly.
A small smile danced across Dean’s lips. They had both been connected to Rayne since they met her, Sam had just always played the friend card.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Ray…”
“Answer the question Sam.”
“Yes.”
She sighed. As calm and in charge of this situation as she was trying to be, she couldn’t deny the feelings she had for Sam, and his small admission had her chest tightening.
“Sam…when I met you boys,” she sighed again. “I could have just have easily ended up with you instead of Dean,” she said softly, hoping he understood her meaning when his brow furrowed.
“We’ve both been connected to her since we met her Sam,” Dean rumbled, causing Sam’s eyes to shoot over Rayne’s shoulder. “I’m just the one that had the balls to make a move on it,” Dean said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
Rayne chuckled and glanced down, looking back up to see Sam staring at her.
“This is insane,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“Because…it’s…weird! It’s not…normal!”
“Since when have we ever been normal?” Dean said softly.
She sighed again, “Sam...I know you want to be, but we’re not normal. Everyday we break the laws and rules of society. We see things they don’t even believe in, and not only do we believe but we fight against it. As much as you don’t want to admit it, none of us are normal, never have been. I mean, hell, the connection you have with Dean,” she said, turning slightly to look at him, “even that’s not normal. I’ve never seen anything so strong.”
“Sam,” Dean said quietly, drawing his younger brother’s puppy dog eyes. “You gotta admit man, what the three of us have...” he paused, knowing Sam knew what he meant.
The bond between the two of them had only grown stronger when Rayne had joined the team, and now all three of them were locked in this life depending on one another, threaded together so tight Dean was convinced none of them could survive without the other two.
“We aren’t meant for normal Sam…we’ve all tried,” he whispered.
Immediately he saw the pain from Jessica’s murder spring anew in Sam’s eyes. They had all tried to be normal, have normal relationships, and each time it had, quite literally, blown up in their faces.
“Sam,” Rayne whispered, turning back towards him; she hesitantly placed her hand on his knee and he looked down, shakily placing his larger hand over it. “I love you.”
He looked back up into her eyes.
“I know Dean loves me…”
“I do too,” he whispered.
“Then why fight it?”
He sighed. He had closed himself off so completely after losing Jess, that until tonight he hadn’t realized how much he had fallen for Rayne, and now here they were caught up in this maelstrom of emotion that had all of them entwined so tight that it really was the only answer.
“I need time,” he whispered.
Rayne just nodded. “I know Dean and I seem okay with this, but we all need to take this slow.”
Sam smirked and nodded, swallowing so hard even Dean heard it.
“I’ve never shared a girl with him before,” Sam laughed weakly, pointing at Dean.
Dean just smirked, “That’s not true, remember Molly in Atlanta?”
Sam laughed and shook his head, “That was different, it wasn’t at the same time, and, and all I kept hearing was “Your brother did it this way, your brother did this…” drove me insane.”
Dean laughed, “Hey, I tried to give you pointers.”
Sam rolled his eyes and lobbed a pillow at Dean’s face.
Rayne just sat smiling at Sam, who finally met her eyes again.
“Just give me some time,” he said softly.
She just nodded, and then inhaled sharply when he actually leaned in and kissed her.
Her small hand cupped his cheek before he pulled back.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
She smiled and nodded again, as he grabbed his duffle and disappeared behind the door.
“You alright babe?” Dean rumbled, after the sound of water had started and Rayne still sat frozen by the bed.
She nodded and got up, walking over to Dean and climbing into his lap.
He sat back, allowing her to bury her face in his neck and wrapped his arms around her.
“You are okay with this, right?” she asked softly.
He nodded, “I meant what I said babe, what the three of us have…”
“It’s not normal,” she whispered, “I know.”
Dean kissed her temple softly.
“Dean?”
“Hmm?”
“Promise me something…”
“What babe?” he asked pulling back to look at her.
She sat up and pointed a finger in his face. “No smart ass comments, rude remarks or snide jokes about all this shit, Sam’s freaking out about all this and despite how hard you try to hide it I know this is messing with your head too and he doesn’t need you to be a dick about it.”
Dean’s eyes went wide with humor and he placed a hand over his heart, “Ray! I can’t believe you think I would do such a thing, I’m offended…”
“Dean!” she warned, slapping his chest.
He laughed, “Alright, alright, I promise…I know we all have to take this slow, relax.”
She still didn’t look convinced.
“I promise,” he said softly, kissing her softly on the lips.
“Thank you.”
He nodded.
“Think we should…maybe…push the beds together?” he asked slowly, waving a hand in their direction.
Rayne stared at the beds for a moment.
“Why don’t you let me talk to him while you take your shower? See if he’s ready.”
“’Kay.”
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