A month after the incident with the crazy woman and her crew we had settled back into our lives, even if they were somewhat crazy. I had started going with Dean and Sam when they went on a hunt. The only difference was now we had to get two rooms when we went somewhere. Sometimes Liv even met us out on the road, at which times we would let her ride with Dean and we would take one of the extra cars from Bobby's garage. The scar over Sam's eye was beginning to fade from its angry red to a pinkish color. He had healed nicely other than that.
Today though, we were all hanging out at Bobby's. Bobby and Sam poured over books while Dean worked on the Impala, not that there was anything wrong with it, he just liked to tinker on his car. Liv was supposed to come by later and I was in the kitchen cooking. I knew we were going out on a hunt in the morning so I thought I would cook up some things so that Bobby could just throw them in the oven. I was browning several pounds of ground beef when I felt strong arms snake around my middle. Sam pressed his warm lips against my neck and I felt the shock of electricity go through me from where his lips touched me. No matter how long we had been together or how many times he kissed me it felt as if our bond grew stronger and stronger.
"What are you cooking all that meat for?", Sam asked as he rested his chin on my shoulder. This meant that he must be leaning way over since I was so much shorter than him but he did it all the time. I turned so that I could halfway see him, "I'm going to make some of it into spaghetti sauce and then make lasagna with the other half. I'll pop it in the freezer and Bobby will have it to fix while we're gone." Sam turned me then so that I was facing him. I had laid the spoon in the spoon rest on the stove. He pulled me against his chest and I looked up at him as he began to speak, "You care a lot about that old man don't you?" I smiled up at Sam and reached to smooth my hand over the two days worth of growth on his cheek, "I love him like I would an uncle. He's taken such good care of you and Dean that someone should take care of him for a change. Besides this makes me happy.", I say indicating the cooking behind me. "Now if you don't mind, I need to get back to it before I burn my meat."
Sam gave me an almost wicked look before leaning down to kiss my lips. When he broke away he looked at me for a second, "How did I ever get so lucky?", he questioned. "Right living I guess.", I teased. Sam shook his head at me, "Ok I'm just going to grab a couple beers. I'll be in there when you get finished.", with that he released me, winked in my direction causing my heart to flutter again and strode on long legs back into the living room.
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The next morning when I woke up, Sam was already out of bed. He had showered and was dressed, "Time to get up sleepy head. We've got to get a move on.", he said with a teasing smile. I groaned and rolled over until I reached the side of the bed. Forcing myself out from under the covers, I headed toward the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stepped into the stream of hot water and let it wash over me and wake me up fully. Wishing I didn't have to start my day just yet I groaned and began to wash my hair and body. When I was finished with my shower I dried off, grabbed a cute pair of boy shorts and a matching bra, jeans and a tank top and finished off with a pair of brown boots with buckles at the ankles. I threw on a little eye makeup and headed down the stairs.
Sam already had our duffle bags loaded into the trunk of the Impala along with Dean's and I found him leaning against the counter in the kitchen, long legs crossed in front of him and a piece of toast with jelly in his hand. Walking over to him I stood on tiptoe and kissed him good morning. "Morning babe.", I said quietly and leaned my body against his. He snaked a long arm around me and pulled me tighter, "Good morning to you too beautiful. There's more toast on the stove." I nodded and rubbed my palm over his chest, feeling his hard body beneath his t shirt. For the time being he didn't have on his patent plaid flannel shirt. I was sure it would be thrown on later this afternoon when the temps dropped some.
As I was finishing my own toast and coffee, Dean walked into the room. "You two about ready to go?", he questioned. I brushed the crumbs from my hands and swigged the last of my coffee down, "Just going to make one last pit stop before I load up.", I said as I squeezed between the two brothers. Sam playfully patted my butt as I walked by and Dean snuck in a quick kiss to my left cheek just above my mouth. Shaking my head I quickly made my way to the downstairs bathroom. Bobby had already gone out to start working in the garage.
I made my way to the car and found Dean behind the wheel. He had a piece of toast with jelly slathered on it and folded over with a sausage patty in the middle like a kind of sweet and savory taco. I slid into the front seat between the two guys and we were soon on our way. As Dean pulled out onto the road I reached beneath the seats and grabbed his box of tapes. I pulled AC/DC from the pile and popped it into the tape deck. "Hey I thought driver picked the music!", Sam complained. Dean smirked and looked around me to Sam, "I'm cool with it when shotgun picks good music." Sam just shook his head at Dean as I gave them both my most beautiful smile and reached to turn up the tunes.
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Dean drove for several hours before he finally pulled into the parking lot of a motel in the town we would be working in. Sam hopped out of the car and went to get the rooms as Dean and Billie began pulling their bags from the car and then waited for Sam to bring the room keys back out. The motel was small but it looked clean from all indications. Sam walked into the office and up to the counter. He leaned against the counter on one elbow as he waited for the clerk to come from the room just behind the counter. When a blonde woman walked out he had the distinct feeling that he knew her from somewhere. She strode over to the counter and looked up at him through long dark lashes, "How can I help you?", she said with her most flirtatious smile. Sam cleared his throat, "Um I need two rooms.", he answered.
The blonde tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear and flipped the ends over her shoulder, revealing the column of her neck. She wasn't tanned like Billie was, but looked as if she stayed far away from the sun. She wasn't pasty white but her skin was milky and beautiful. Sam swallowed and looked away to the parking lot where he could see Billie and Dean leaning against the Impala. They appeared to be carrying on a conversation and he bristled just slightly as Billie laid her hand on Deans shoulder and laughed at something he had said.
Hearing the blonde jingle some keys he looked back in her direction, "Ok handsome here's your room keys and theirs.", she gave him a suggestive look and Sam shook his head, "No they're not together. She's with me.", he corrected the girl. Placing her hand on her hip and leaning closer to him across the counter the blonde purred, "Well you could have fooled me with the way she's touching his shoulder and laughing at whatever it is that he's saying to her. He looks pretty enamored with her if you ask me.", she flutters her eyelashes up at Sam coyly and Sam swallows and shakes his head. "No…no you're wrong.", he answers and then turns toward the door. "Well if she doesn't keep you happy then you know where to find me!", the blonde calls from behind the counter. Sam slumps his shoulders and pushes against the door a bit harder than he intended to, causing the tinkling bell to ring like mad.
As he approaches Dean and Billie, and pitches one key to Dean. "You're in that room.", he says almost angrily and then walks in long strides toward the room that he and Billie were supposed to share. Billie jogged to keep up with him but he didn't slow down for her to catch up until he made it to the door to his room. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, leaving it open for Billie to follow if she so chose. Billie walked into the room and slammed the door closed behind her, "What in the hell is wrong with you?", she said, her green eyes flashing. Sam turned toward her, "You!", he spat. "Me? What in the world have I done?", she questioned. Sam sneered at her and shook his head before turning his back on her, "You and Dean seemed awful cozy out there while I was getting the keys, and don't think I didn't notice him kiss you this morning! I'm not stupid!"
Billie's arms hung beside her body, "Sam you're acting crazy. What is wrong with you? You know Dean is like a brother to me and nothing more." She stepped toward Sam and laid a small hand on his back coaxing him to turn around, "Hey look at me.", she said softly. Sam turned and looked down at Billie finally. He could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes and it melted something inside him. Reaching out to her he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, "I'm sorry Billie. I don't know what got into me. I know there's nothing going on between you and Dean." Billie breathed a sigh of relief and clung to Sam's shirt. She couldn't help but wonder why Sam ever thought that in the first place.