Dean parked the Impala in the parking lot outside the inn you'd be staying at for a few days because of a case. Sam and you got out of the car while Dean turned Baby off.

"Wow, it looks... Homey," You commented while examining the two story building infront of you. It looked like a classic bed and breakfast inn. Sam smiled a bit and walked towards the main door.

"Booking with the name Winchester," He told the attendee at the reception. He nodded and looked through his logs. "Room 11," Mr. Benjamin said. Sam was about to walk away with the key when Benjamin stopped him.

"Sir, I apologize but... We were unable to arrange for three beds," He said and Sam looked at you. All you did was discreetly role your eyes. Having enough beds was always a problem.

"It's okay, we'll manage," Sam said and smiled. Dean walked into the inn, mesmerized by how nice it looks like from the inside, given the old and cracked exterior.

You looked through the lounge and almost squealed in happiness if you weren't in a public place.

A smile crept onto your lips. You rushed over to one of the couches next to the fireplace, observing the guy sitting and reading a book.

"Spencer Roberto?" You walked up to him with excitement. He looked up and raised his eyebrows, "[y/n]? Is that really you?!" He stood up and you immediately hugged him tight.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're infront of me right now!" You said once you pulled away, "How long has it been?" He ran a hand through his light brown hair, "About five years?"

"It's been too long," You said, still looking at him happily. "I'm sorry I didn't keep contact... You know how life became," He looked to the floor and you held his arm. "Oh don't say that, I understand perfectly," You said.

Sam and Dean gave each other looks as they walked over to you. "Guys this is Spencer, he's an old and really good friend of mine!" You introduced and your friend shook he Winchesters' hands. They said their names one by one and Spencer smiled.

"I'm happy to meet the people [y/n]'s been hanging out with," Spencer said and Dean raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah?" He said and squinted with suspicion. You looked at him weirdly, then shrugged it off.

"So Spence, you staying here? What are you up to?" You asked and he looked at the boys again, scanning them.

"It's okay, they're Hunters too," You told and he nodded. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"I'm working on a case involving missing body parts, most probably a werewolf or something," Spencer said and you smiled.

"Really? We're working on the same case too! We all can work together," You said with excitement. Dean rolled his eyes secretly, "Yay, great."

*****

Spencer entered into the room right next to yours. "Oh would you look at that, what are the odds of it?" He said. He was staying in Room 12. You chuckled, "We do always find each other somehow, always have." He smiled, "Always will."

Dean could have puked right now. He rushed into his room and collapsed on his bed. You told Sam after looking at Spencer's room that you'd stay with him because of the extra bed and when you'd want to discuss the case, you'd come to their room. Sam nodded and walked into Room 11.

*****

Dean looked towards the wall that was shared with your room. He stared at it for a few seconds then shrugged it off, glaring at the papers infront of him.

"Dude, you've looked at that wall for the twelfth time right now. Quit being jealous," Sam said. Dean looked at him in shock, "I'm not jealous... Okay maybe I am."

"I don't like that guy... I don't like him one bit," Dean huffed. Sam rolled his eyes. "I mean, who knows what their doing in there?!"

What Dean thinks is happening next door

"Spensss," You moaned, "Stoppp." He pushed you to the wall, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck.

"I've waited five years... No way I'm stopping now," He smirked and kissed you hard. You moved towards the bed and he kept leaning closer, eventually making you lay down.

He climbed onto-

"Okay I'm going next door! I've had enough!" Dean stomped towards the door after zapping out of his vivid imagination. "Dean! They're not-Calm down. Man, you're obsessed," Sam tried to reason with him.

His brother turned to him aggressively, "What makes you so sure he's not banging [y/n]?! He looks like the type!" Sam just stared at him and shook his head in annoyance.

What is actually happening next door

"You're so... Different but yet the same," You couldn't take your eyes off your best friend. "Yeah well, I've always been the better of us both," Spencer said proudly.

You rolled your eyes, "Wow thanks. Still haven't changed in trying to compliment me once in a while." He winked at you and you smiled softly.

Dean knocked on your door furiously. You looked at Spencer with confusion then walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hi Dean! What's up?" You asked. He scanned you from top to bottom, your messy hair, your clothing that consisted of shorts and a sleeveless shirt and the fact that he had those vivid images in his head made him more convinced than ever.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Dean said impatiently. "I was going to come to your- DEANNN!" He grabbed your hand and dragged it of the room, ignoring what you had said. He shut the door, leaving a lost Spencer inside.

You ran a hand through your hair and crossed your arms, "Okay... What?" Dean couldn't stop looking at you. "Why aren't you staying in our room? This case is important. I don't want you goofing around," He said seriously.

"Dean I-"

"And what are you wearing?!" He said in a paternal tone. You raised your eyebrows, "Dean I'm wearing clothes... I can wear whatever I want!" You rolled your eyes. "Yeah well not infront of him!" He said a little loudly.

You moved back a bit, "Are you... Envious of him?" He looked at you with confusion and you sighed. "Let me rephrase that... Are you jealous of him?" You repeated.

"What? No of course not! Of him? He's nothing compared to me," Dean said, a bit nervous. "Yeah... Sure," You said.

"Well, come now. We want to discuss the case," Dean requested and walked off. You smirked before walking back into Spencer's room.

*****

"So this could be a werewolf but the marks... I've seen nothing like it," Sam said as he examined the picture in his hands. Spencer walked up to you and gave you a cup of coffee.

"Thanks!" You said. You decided to tease Dean a bit so you kissed Spencer on his cheek. He looked quite happy but Dean could've killed a person if he got the chance.

It went on like that. You didn't worry about the case so much, and more of annoying Dean. You'd sit really close to Spencer, then put your head on his shoulder. When he'd be looking at a book, you'd place your hand on his. You'd smile at him softly from time to time.

You liked Spencer a lot but it had gone way past the whole relationship thing. He's more of a brother and a best friend than something more.

Dean broke the pencil he had in his hand at one point which startled you, Sam and Spencer. You grinned at Dean, then whispered something into Spencer's ear.

That was it for Dean. He stood up sharply and walked up to you.

"Okay that's it. Get up," He demanded and you gave him a questioning look. Sam looked lost and so did Spencer. You hesitantly got up and Dean immediately carried you over his shoulder.

You screamed at him, "PUT ME DOWN DEAN!" He ignored you and walked into Spencer's room. "I don't think he'll mind us using his room for half an hour," He said and put your down.

He pushed you to the wall. You were going to say something but Dean spoke first, "Yes I am jealous. It hurts me to see you with him like that and I know you were just teasing me. I want you to be mine. You're too precious to let just any guy have you."

"I love you."

And Dean's vivid imagination wasn't in his head anymore, although it had one alteration: He was in place of Spencer.