Bad Company
I do not own the characters from Supernatural, or anything to do with Supernatural. The original characters are my own creation.
Prologue – Look at You
Two months had passed since Sam had witnessed his brother being torn to shreds by the invisible force of the hell hounds. At first it was tough… no more insults, pranks, no more Dean. He was constantly bombarded with the image of unseen claws tearing deep into his brother chest. He knew he couldn't do anything to stop it from happening there was no way out of the deal he had made with the crossroad demon one year ago.
"Sam?" A female voice called from the bathroom of the run down motel. Sam escaped his thoughts. "Sam?" The girl walked in front of Sam and crouched down, "You ok?" She asked.
Sam stared down at the fair skinned girl. He never thought he'd spend his time alone with her seeing on how she was in love with Dean until the day he died and was probably still very much in love. He watched as she pushed her deep brown hair out of her face.
"I'm fine, just thinking." Sam whispered, almost inaudible.
"About Dean?" She asked.
"Elle…" He sucked in and heavily exhaled. "…you know he is all I think about. It's only been two months. I guess it's still –"
"A tender subject." She finished. "Sammy, I miss him too…" She placed her hands on his knees and trailed off in her sentence. Elle wasn't there when Dean died. He had told her to stay at a house far out of the way of Lilith and demons. Her lover of such a short while did not want her to see his death. Elle could still picture how horrible and terrifying it was though from the way Sam gets lost in the memory of that fateful day. A tear rolled down the side of her face.
Sam slid down off the bed and joined Elle on the floor. "…Elle?" She lifted her face up to meet his powerful gaze. They pushed towards each other and their lips met. Elle and Sam battled for dominance within the kiss. Suddenly Elle pulled away, "Sam, I can't do this," She hung her head, "I'm sorry…" She choked trying to find words to make this whole situation less awkward.
A bang came at the door. "Open up! I err, well WE forgot to take the spare key!" A deep masculine voice shouted from the other side of the pale green, paint chipped door. "It's Charlotte and Spencer by the way," the feminine voice cooed, "do we have to do a secret knock? 'Cause I really don't know one." She laughed.
Sam gave a crooked smile and got off the floor. He walked over to the door and opened it seeing two very drunk people leaning against each other. "So Char, how much did you drink tonight?"
"This many!" The giggling woman held up six fingers, "Or maybe it was seven…or five…" Sam took her hand and led her to the bed so she could fall asleep.
"Sam? Have I told you lately that I love you?" She sang and planted a kiss on his cheek. He sighed and pulled the covers over her. "Just get some sleep there Rod Stewart."
Charlotte smiled and closed her eyes, quickly falling asleep. Spencer sat on the end of the bed and grinned at Elle who was still situated on the floor.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Thinking." She snapped quickly. Elle had never been fond of her friend Charlotte's on and off again boyfriend Spencer. Plenty of time she had found him with multiple women, and plenty of time she saw Charlotte take him back in.
"Sam, can we talk?" Elle asked as she got up and dusted off her jeans.
Sam who was still sitting beside Charlotte on the bed nodded and followed Elle outside.
"I think you should be with Charlotte."
"But…you know my feelings for you…" He stated quietly.
"And I also know your feelings for Charlotte. C'mon, I've seen the way you blush when she places those kisses on your cheek." She laughed.
Sam stood in silence. She was right, plenty of times He had thought about Charlotte, but he still thought about Elle a lot. "What about Spencer?"
"Forget that loser. Charlotte likes you; Spencer and her have been over since Dean's death two months ago." Elle looked deep into Sam's brown eyes. He looked back into her deep blue eyes.
"Okay." He hung his head and walked back into the musty smelling hotel room. He pulled back the sheets beside Charlotte and laid next to her.
She stirred in her sleep and turned to face Sam, she closed the distance between them by throwing her leg over his and resting her head on his chest. He took in a deep breath through his nose and caught the strong smell of papaya from her shampoo. Sam soon was fast asleep with Charlotte in his arms.
Elle remained outside for a little while longer thinking about what she just suggested to Sam. She looked up at the night sky and felt tears prickling behind her eyes. "I still love you Dean…."
A/N : Okay so this is my first Fan Fiction and I'm not sure how I am doing so reviews/constructive criticism would be awesome :) So if you are wondering YES there will be some lovely little love triangles going on through out the story and Castiel will be entering soon.
P.S: I also realize this is very short and I plan to make the following chapters much, much longer :)
New update soon!
