Chapter 1: A Pleasant Surprise

"Wakey wakey sunshine!"

A deep voice rumbled you awake, almost equal in tone to the furious car engine going over the speed limit.

Slowly, you stretched yourself awake, neck straining against the Impala's passenger seat belt as you tried to de-stick your face from the leather.

"Mpf." You groaned, muscles, bones, christ even your skin was sore as you ever so slightly twisted yourself into an upright position. A low laugh responded to your struggles, most assuredly Dean.

"S'not funny." you mumbled, glancing a look at the driver before draping your hands behind the car seat. Sam immediately began playing with your fingers.

Dean waited a beat before snapping back. "Well, to me, seeing your hair when you wake up is plenty funny to me."

You stuck your tongue out at him and made a half attempt to fix your bedhead. It was useless. According to your almost dead phone, it was about 2 am. Yuck. And not to mention you were currently in the city of... what?

"Why are we in Columbus, Ohio? I thought we literally just left Connecticut... how fast have you been driving Dean?"

Instead of a response, Dean gave you a slight side smile and a rev of baby's worn out engine. Not a second later, you got a text message from Sam.

"He's trying to compensate for something."

You grinned behind your jacket sleeve so Dean couldn't see.

The three of you sped through the outskirts of the city, not caring to try and navigate your way though confusing city streets. Showers and sleep were needed. Pronto.

Then, all of a sudden, Dean turned on the turn signal and guided Baby into a parking lot of... what looked to be a really nice hotel. "

"Wait, we aren't going to a shit hole?" You asked in wonderment as the Impala glugged to a halt in front of an arch way entrance to the front double doors.

Sam smiled at you in the back seat, "Nope, thought we'd take a little break for a change. Those motel beds really start to do a number on your back." He groaned and stood up out of the car to stretch. You and Dean followed suit, you had after all been on the road for over 5 hours since finishing that vamp hunt.

And Sam had gas earlier.

Worst. Drive. Ever.

Everyone slowly and painfully grabbed their bags and a few weapons and made their way into the lobby.

Dean whistled, "Man we do not belong here."

In the middle of the lobby dangled an over-sized chandelier and everything seemed to be made out of marble. Furniture lined what looked to be like a living area near the left. A huge double-sided fish tank lined the area behind the check in desk where someone who looked to be like a 40 year old man fought sleep.

Dean was right, you realized as you looked down at your muddy boots and blood stained jacket. You were more surprised when the receptionist didn't even blink twice when he took in the state of your appearances. Must have been too tired. Or didn't get paid enough to deal whatever you and the Winchester's had to offer.

Sam 'paid' with the fake credit card and grabbed the hotel keys. Once you were almost in the huge ass elevator, Dean cursed and looked at you with a way that made you realize he wanted a favor.

"What's up?" you wondered.

"I think I forgot my phone in Baby. Can you go grab it?" He asked as he tossed you the keys.

"Sure thang chicken wang." You sang and took off for the Impala again, almost slamming into a older couple, which was a quite rare thing to see at this time of night.

Sam shouted from the closing doors, "Room 692!"

After about 15 minutes of rummaging around in the car, you came up empty handed except for what looked like a super old used condom which you threw out the door as far as you could with a scream, and 5 dollars, which you would now claim as your own. Especially after touching that.

Sighing, you gave up the search and went back into the hotel and into the elevator. Maybe Dean forgot he put it in his back pocket, since he never checks there.

You laughed at your thoughts and made your way down the long dim hallway to the room. Reaching 692, you began to knock to the tune of Thunderstruck and you could hear Dean singing at the top of his lungs to your beat and Sam groaning in response. "Come on let me in you jerks!" You laughed and Dean finally opened the door.

He did his best to put on a face of confusion. "Do I know you?" He asked and you pushed past him playfully elbowing him in the gut in the process.

The room was lovely, compared to what they were typically used to. The room opened out into a large living space and behind that sat a comfy kitchen area. To the right of the living room sat a large bathroom, and right next to that, a large bedroom with giant ass windows. It was the biggest bedroom you had ever seen. There were more couches in the bedroom along with a desk, and… what was that?

"Is that a fucking mini-fridge?" You squeaked.

Sam laughed and shook his head yes. Dean ran into the bedroom and rummaged in the fridge until he pulled handfuls of drinks out. "And damn mini-alcohol. Sam can we stay?" Dean shouted into the living room before flopping on the bed.

"I wish." Sam sighed as he walked in as well, eyeballing the desk and started to set up his research area.

Somewhere in the distance you could hear water running which made you realize how dirty and gross you felt from the hunt earlier. Sam kept glancing at you. "Why don't you take the first bath shift?" He asked gesturing to you.

Usually you let the boys get first dibs since they were the ones usually hurt the most. However, last night had been brutal. The vamp got to you before you got to him, and tired you up for hours before he started to strip you of your clothing for god knows why. Vampire sex slave? Ew. Sam got there in time though.

"Sure. I'd like that." You smiled in appreciation and walked toward the door in the bedroom that connected to the master bath right by.

"Hey Sam?" You said worriedly. "Is there someone still here?" You could hear the sound of running water right behind the door. What if someone was still here for some reason? You could hear the sound of the chair Sam was sitting in creak as he walked up behind you before putting a hand on your back and leaning down to your ear.

"Here, go on in." Sam said, gentling pressing against the curve of your dusty jacket. Your forehead creased with confusion as you cautiously crept forward and opened the door. Your eyes widened once you saw what was inside and whipped your head around in surprise toward Sam. "Wh-what? What is all this for?"

"You." Dean shifted awkwardly and smiled at your surprise.

You couldn't believe it and walked further into the room to explore. Inside, a luxurious bathroom that obviously cost way more than anything you had ever owned, and standing in the middle of the room sat a claw foot tub decorated in lit candles placed delicately around the edges. More candles climbed up the cabinet, leaving wax puddles on the marble counter, setting a dim glow in the room. You could smell the scent of deep sandalwood wafting out from under the running water, and eventually noticed mounds of bubbles beginning to form in the tub. For fucks sakes, this was weird. Almost too nice for a Winchester.

"Is this a joke?" You whispered. Sam laughed and shook his head, sending his brown locks flying. "But why?" You asked, eyes bouncing between Dean and Sam standing in the bedroom. Worry began to grow in your gut. Did they mean to get rid of you? Treat you to a night of comfort and then send you packing?

Dean spoke up first and looked at the floor, kicking his foot out to some unheard rhythm. "Sammy told Cas and I about your um-"He cleared his throat and looked toward Sam for some clarification. He got none. "-your injuries and we felt like we should give you a night of relaxation to calm some stress you might be having."

You were clueless. "Stress? I am not stressed. Nor am I injured. The vamp hunt from earlier wasn't that bad Sam, I'm alright." You could feel your tone rising before you could stop it. "I don't have the luxury of time to be relaxed! We have too much work to do. Saving people, hunting things, remember?"

Anger began to well up inside you. There were people somewhere that could possibly be hurt and they expected you to relax? You stomped out of the richly decorated bathroom, trying to escape before being pulled back by Sam's long grasp.

He looked at you deeply, his eyebrows pulling together suggesting worry. "Stop it." You were about to shout some more but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I saw."

You tried to wiggle your arm out from under the grip of Sam, but that didn't really work. "Saw what damnit? Why are you being so cryptic?" You tried to wiggle away again and ended up giving yourself an Indian burn. "For fucks sakes let me go!" you shouted.

What was he even talking about?

Sam looked back at Dean, and Dean sighed, taking a sip of beer before piping up. "Your legs. He saw them." And with that, Dean took another sip of beer and turned around to glance out of the room's window.

"What about them? I don't get what you'r-"And just like that, realization hit you like a shapeshifter. The hunt last night. Oh. The vamp took off your pants. And Sam saw your legs when he came to untie you from the post. Which happened to have harsh scaring from your own doing. Oh.

Dread seeped through your veins like ice water as you looked in horror at Sam's face. He glanced at you sadly with a forced smile. "Yeah." He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

You could have heard a pin drop.

You could have also gladly jumped out of the window Dean happened to be so interested in looking out of too. There was no escape out of this conversation. But God, did you want there to be.

"I'm…"Your panic began to rise. And your eyes began to sting. "I'm sorry I disappointed you guys. I can go if you want me to." You choked out as you began to ball up your fists.

Apparently that was not the response the brothers expected. Dean slammed his beer bottle down on the table, making you and Sam jump. He took three long strides, a look of pure anger on his face, and grabbed your shoulders harshly, making you gasp in surprise and a little bit of pain.

"Dean-" Sam started as he tried to get him off of you.

"No damnit." He hissed in response and turned his full attention to you. "Don't you ever think you aren't worth anything you hear me? Don't you ever!- think we wouldn't want you around." He shook you harshly with each sentence. You searched his eyes for answers and noticed the panic behind his bewildered stare. You began to relax slightly under his grip with the realization. "We love you. We are supposed to protect you!" He shouted, his voice breaking slightly, and looked toward Sam, releasing the death grip on your arms.

Sam glanced at you with genuine love and care. "We can't take care of you if we don't know what's going on."

The tears you had from being scared a few moments ago turned into pride and love for your brothers and the angel you knew was probably nearby. It grew in your heart like a light and it warmed you all over.

"Commere." You mumbled and walked into Sam's arms, grabbing the arm of Dean's jacket and pulling them both into a massive hug. Groans of pain and sounds of complaint came out of their mouths as you squeezed them as close to you as possible. You smiled sadly at the noise. "I love you guys too."

You drew back and chuckled as Dean bitched under his breath about something while smiling softly. "What was that honey?" You asked and laughed as Dean and Sam pushed you gently back into the direction of the dreamy bathroom.

"Oh shut up. We are pampering your ass tonight so enjoy it." Dean quipped. You smiled at them both.

"Thank you. For everything." They both smiled and nodded.

You walked back into the bathroom, closed the door, and took it all in again. The candles, the bathtub, the bubbles… it was lovely, really. You couldn't believe they even pulled it off, considering the kindest thing they ever did for you before this was buy you shot after shot for your 21st birthday. You smiled. You couldn't remember a thing about that party. Something about strippers?

You shook the thought off and began to peel off your dirty clothing from last night's hunt. There was still caked on blood and grime from the warehouse on it and you hoped that the Winchester's also had intentions of going to the Laundromat tonight.

Cautiously, you dipped your left foot into the sudsy water and purred deliciously because the water temperature was just right. You almost fell in out of how good the water felt and made a conscious note to remember to save up enough money to buy this exact type of bathtub for the future. It seemed to fit the curve of your back and bottom perfectly and it seemed to cradle your head as well.

The bubbles began to stick to your skin and you giggled like a child, playing with them momentarily by grabbing a handful and blowing them into the air, watching them dance around like spirits under the glow of the candle light. You sighed and leaned into the tub, closing your eyes and just breathed for a while. It had been… well, forever since you last took some time for yourself and it was nice, actually.

You could hear from behind the door hushed speaking and the crinkle of plastic bags, followed by what sounded like a light flap of wings. A smile played on your lips as you heard the angel enter the hotel room, and apparently scared the shit out of Dean like usual.

There was a crash of what sounded like a beer bottle on the hardwood floor and then a shout of "Oh shit, Cas why?" followed by a laugh from Sam and a grumbled apology from Cas. Laughter bubbled out of you and the water splashed on some of candles, burning them out. "Oops." You chuckled at yourself as someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"Having fun in there your Highness?" You could tell it was Dean and the sarcasm was laid on thickly.

You responded with a sound of happiness. "Why yes I am. Except I realize now that I do not have a towel or other clothes in here with me. Can Cas bring my bag in?" He made some kind of noise and you heard the strap of your bag being grabbed. With a slight flutter of wings you acknowledged that the angel was in the bathroom with you and you beamed up at him. "Cas! I missed you! It's been-" but your sentence never finished when you noticed Cas covering his eyes with both hands to avoid looking at you, and laughter poured out of you again.

Cas frowned deeply from under his hands. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no-" and the laughter began again. Eventually, you were able to explain yourself. "Cas, I'm covered up by the bubbles, you can put your hands down." Cautiously he removed his finger shield and smiled slightly in your direction before crouching by you in the tub.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly, staring sadly like usual with his puppy dog eyes at you.

You sighed and spoke truthfully, "Honestly an odd combination of being terrified yet relieved, if you know what I mean." You drew patterns in the water with the bubbles, distracting from having to explain yourself.

Cas shook his head up and down lightly, a look of concern displayed on his features. "You should probably get out of the bath soon since we have more things planned for your…" He struggled for the word and dipped his hand in a flame. "Relaxation. Although you do look quite happy in here." You smiled widely. What else had they planned for you?

"Yeah Cas. I'll be out in a second. You just have to leave because now I have to wash the bubbles off." And with that his cheeks burned red and he flapped into the next room with Sam and Dean again.

You sadly drained the sandalwood bubbles down and tried to avoid burning yourself as you climbed out, grabbing the towel and wiping yourself dry. Rummaging through your bag, you realized you only had your extra bra, some black underwear, and your black robe you never really wore. Cursing, you threw what you had on not wanting to put the other clothes back on. Smelling like vampire secretions wasn't exactly the perfume of choice. Maybe Dean had an extra band shirt you could sleep in.

You frowned as you looked yourself over in the mirror. The robe wasn't exactly the longest thing to hang out in, not to mention a few pink scars peaked out from under the fabric. You sighed and felt a wave of shame flow over you. Like that was a secret anymore.

Putting on your happy face again, you bounded out of the bathroom smelling like comfort. "Ta-da!" You shouted, posing like Wonder Woman in the door frame in your robe.

Castiel was curled up on the fluffy bed while Dean stood by the window and Sam, like usual, was perched at the desk, more than likely looking up more cases. Sam looked up, smiled and whispered, "There's our girl."