He was on his way back to house which had been his home for the past two months, when he had met her. She had been crying, sitting on a bench next to a public call box. He had wondered why she was sitting alone, outside at 10 o'clock in the evening.

"Are you alright?" he asked her. She turned her head to face him as he sat down next to her, she had a pained expression on her face. Sam held out his hand for her to shake.

"Hi, I'm Sam." She took his hand and shook it firmly, hers was cold to the touch and smaller than his.

"Beth, You don't really need to see me like this, I'm a mess"

To Sam she was anything but, long blonde her to her shoulders framed her beautiful face in an almost angelic way. He could lose himself in her dark brown eyes. Something about her captured his interest immediately.

"So, what are you doing out so late and by yourself too? He asked her gently.

"I was on a date with my boyfriend, but he turned nasty, I think it's safe to say that it's over between us."

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

"Well, if you wouldn't mind, I wouldn't want you to go out of your way."

"No trouble at all." Beth looked at the person she'd just met, her rescuer.

On their way back to her home, they talked some more, just about life. They discovered similarities between them, both were seventeen, had protective older brothers and loved pancakes on a Sunday. They chatted like old friends catching up.

Beth smiled and kissed Sam's cheek when they reached her front door.

"Thank You so much Sam. Are you sure you won't come in for coffee? My parents are away for the weekend and my brother lives uptown." Sam hesitated, Dean would be wondering where he was, oh well, a simple text would let him know he would be late.

"Okay then" said Sam, stepping over the threshold and into the house. Beth wasn't really interested in coffee. She wanted to talk more to Sam. He was so cool, and so understanding about how she felt about things. His brown shaggy mop-top hair looked cute coupled with his perfect hazel puppy-dog eyes, eyes that anyone could not resist, especially Beth.

As soon as they reached the hallway, Beth leaned in close to him and kissed him full on, on the lips, a kiss so passionate, it was inevitable that I was going to happen. She led him by the hand upstairs to her bedroom, where they sat on the bed and began kissing again, unable to resist the temptation any longer, they began to remove each other's clothing, caressing and gently stroking their skin as they went. Sam pulled away from their passionate embrace.

"Beth, stop a sec." She looked deep into his hypnotic eyes as he spoke to her. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"As sure as I ever can be, Sam. I want this more than anything else." It was true, at that very moment nothing in her world was as important to her, than this night.

Sam, satisfied with her answer, went back to kissing her neck. This was followed by the most sensual and romantic night of lovemaking ever known in the history of man-kind.

The next morning, Beth woke to find herself alone in her bed, and a note on her pillow.

Beth,

Thank You for the most wonderful night of my life. You were my first and it was better than I ever hoped it could be. Here's my number 855-797-555. Call Me.

Sam

She was glad he had enjoyed their night together. He was right, it had been wonderful. He had been her first too, and nothing in the whole wide world would stop her from calling him.