Sam and Dean Winchester were hunters, and not just any hunters, they were monster hunters. Hunting was basically all they had known since they were young children and their father had told them of his hunts and even took them on a few. Hunting was in their family, their father did it, their uncle did, and their grandfather even did it. In fact it was a creature of the undead that killed their mother with the boys were young, still in the single digit ages. It was also another member of the undead that took their father away not long afterwards and they were taken in by their uncle, Bobby. Of the two, Dean was the one who was a hunter the longest. Sam tried to live a normal life, well as best he could knowing what he did and having the family that he did. It was Dean who saved his brother from a creature that used human brains as nourishment when he was in middle school and had a slight crush on the creature's young daughter. Neither Sam nor Dean could hold a solid relationship for an extended period of time due to the fact that they were always pulled back into the hunting game. Dean had to give up a fiancé and a child when Sam needed him because he couldn't resist what was in his blood, being a hunter. The boys lived through some pretty horrific scenes and injuries and monsters who wanted them to die. They have been through their share of awful fights but the need of the job kept pulling them back together regardless of what they had done to each other. They were hunters and they were all they had while they continued the long search for the creature that had killed their mother so long ago.
Sam and Dean found themselves on the run a lot and constantly getting in trouble with the law and the FBI which they impersonate more often than not when they need to gain access to the latest crime scene of a monster attack. Both could pull off the guise of a fed quite well. They were both attractive and looked good in their standard suits. Sam had brown eyes and dark brown hair that hung just below his ears. He was tall and thin and strong although not as strong as Dean. Not to mention the fact that Sam currently had no soul. It was taken from him by the demons from hell and the only reason he hadn't turned over to their side was because Bobby had built up a wall in his mind to keep the evil away. Dean was arguably the more attractive of the pair. He had short light brown hair although some blonde was visible in the daylight. His eyes were a soft hazel with flecks of green. He was tall but shorter than Dean and he had more defined muscle all over his body.
Sam and Dean had just recently lost their uncle, Bobby, to a bullet in the brain when he was shot by Dick Rogers, the head of the Leviathan, when he was trying to discover what they were up to in their factory. He had survived for a couple days in the hospital but then quickly coded and slipped away to whatever afterlife awaited him. The boys had a terrible time with his death because he was the last family they had and they were all alone again, just like they always seemed to be before Bobby came back to them. It hit Dean hardest of all, he couldn't accept the fact that it was Bobby's time to go and he didn't know how to handle yet another death of someone he had been so close to.
The first case the boys worked as just themselves again once Bobby died was that of a werewolf that had been terrorizing a small town, although not as small as one might think when they hear the phrase small town. The town had no idea how to handle their current crisis or even what is was that was killing people left and right so they called the local authorities and Sam and Dean flocked to the town in their standard guise as FBI agents. The local police chief suspected a new serial killer was on the loose but one look at the crime scene and the Winchesters knew different. It was a werewolf, it had to be, nothing else could have created the damage they saw or the injuries to the victims. The worst part wasn't the fact that it was a werewolf terrorizing the town and killing the people, it was the fact that they didn't know who the wolf was in its human form. The most dangerous thing about monster hunting is not knowing who or, in some cases, what the monster was.
The boys thought they knew the true identity of the wolf, they thought it was a local Wiccan named Ivy, who kept strange things in her shop and made her own potions. When they confronted her later that evening, she quickly shied away from the pair of "FBI" agents and told them that the wolf had marked them as its own and that it would soon collect on what it was owed and that they should be warned. Ivy then pushed them out of her store and locked the door behind them, all three locks that she had, and closed the blinds as she became a spell to remove the mark of the wolf the men had left in her shop. Sam and Dean remained skeptical of what she said and the fact that she claimed she wasn't the wolf as they made their way back to the local hotel where they were staying until the case was solved. It wasn't until they reached the street was their hotel was that they saw it. The thick black fur was gleaming in the light of the full moon as the wolf's huge silver eyes searched the area it was sure it smelled the men. Before the wolf could turn around Sam grabbed Dean by the arm and pulled him through the alleyway in between two small buildings in close proximity to where they had just stood in shock. The werewolf sensed the disturbance of the gravel in the alleyway and took off after the sound and the distinct smell of the marked men.
Dean pulled his arm free of Sam's iron grasp and darted into the forest behind the town just as the wolf rounded the corner. The forest was full of large trees that had been in there place for a century or so. The boys darted behind one and tried to calm their breathing. The wolf stopped as it left the alleyway and sniffed the air trying to locate their scent beneath all the forest smells and other animals. Sam slowly removed his 9 mil from its holster on his hip and fumbled with the cartridge and the silver bullet in his pocket which fell through his shaky hands and landed somewhere on the forest floor, it was hard to tell exactly where in the dark.
"Shit!" Sam whispered under his breath as he dropped to the ground trying to locate the bullet.
The sound was enough for the wolf as it lunged through the forest and grabbed Sam around the waist before flinging him to the ground feet away from where it picked him up. The wolf snarled and circled Sam as he tried desperately to catch his breath which had been knocked from him when he landed on the ground. The wolf wanted a game of cat and mouse to play with its food before devouring it.
Dean witnessed the entire scene from his hiding place between two trees that had grown together feet away from where the wolf had snatched Sam. He loaded his silver bullet into his revolver and spun the cartridge.
"Take this you son of a bitch!" Dean shot through the trees missing the wolf by mere inches as it turned swiped one large paw across Sam's chest before dashing to the spot where the loud noise had originated.
Sam lay on the ground holding a hand to his ripped up chest as he watched Dean run from his hiding place and the wolf in hot pursuit on his heels. Just as the wolf had done to Sam, it grabbed Dean around the middle in its huge teeth and tossed him into a nearby tree where his vision turned briefly black before dancing with spots of color. The large black wolf snarled menacingly at Dean and bit his leg, enough to injury but not to break or tear off; it knew what it was doing.
Sam watched hopelessly from the ground as he anticipated the werewolf was about to tear apart and devour the only person he had left in the world, his brother. It was in that instant when the large black wolf lunged at Dean that the shots were fired, from a machine gun in quick succession and the wolf howled and dropped to the ground, dead, as it converted back to it's human form. It wasn't Ivy the Wiccan, it was the deputy police chief.
Sam and Dean slowly stood up and assessed their injured bodies, pretty bad wounds but they'd live, both men had seen worse and lived through it.
"What the hell was that?" Dean looked around the now silent forest the surrounded them as Sam limbed over to join him.
"I don't know but it sure as hell saved us!" Sam joined in Dean's astonishment as he looked about the forest.
"I'll take that as a thanks." Both men turned in shock at the figure that dropped down out the tree a few feet away.
The figure looked up from its crouched postion before standing up. The moonlight caught the figure in a sliver of light that pierced the canapy of the dense foliage. The figure was a young woman. She was taller but still petite, her body was slim and well toned with beautiful curves, an hour glass figure. Her long, chest length hair had a wild wave to it and it hung free. Her hair was the color of warm chocolate with caramel colored highlights running throughout. Her eyes were a bright green that could see right into your soul it seemed. She was wearing dark wash jeans that were ripped in the knees and thighs and well worn on the hem. Covering her upper half was a plain white tank top and a woman's black leather jacket that looked well loved. On her feet were a pair of black leather boots with a wedge heel. As she strolled toward the brothers, they both saw that strapped across her back was the same machine gun that had shot down the werewolf.
"Stop right there!" Sam pulled his gun on the strange new woman before she could get any closer. She held up her soft white hands in a gesture resembling a surrender.
"That's the thanks I get for saving your asses?" She asked calmly with a playful smile falling across her lips.
Ignoring her play at being casual, Dean took charge while Sam held her at gun point. "What are you?" He demanded.
"I'm a hunter, same as the two of you, although it seems a little better prepared this time." She lowered her arms and crossed them over her chest while sticking her hip out and leaning her weight on one side.
"Oh yeah? How do we know?" Dean challenged her as he stepped just a bit closer. Sam clicked the safety off of his handgun as Dean moved closer to what they didn't know.
"You don't for sure. But you could always check my wrist if you want to." She smiled coyly which even showed in her eyes.
The thoughts played across Dean's face as he tried to decide if he should move closer to the stranger or not.
"How do i know your not packing anything besides that monster of a machine gun?" Dean looked her up and down, but whether searching for weapons or checking her out or a combination of the two was not known.
"You don't. And for the record I am. Ive got a hand gun on my hip, a knife sheathed on my leg and sometimes one of my back but not today." The woman unbuckled the strap that held the gun to her back and let it clatter to the forest floor. She then moved to remove the handgun from her waist and drop it on the floor. "I'm leaving the knife." She stated matter of factly.
In swift movement, Dean reached forward and grabbed her left wrist while yanking up her sleeve to reveal the black mark on the inside of her wrist. It was a thorny black rose that was dripping blood with the latin word, protecter, underneath. It was the mark that some hunters choose to get. After looking to assure it was real, Dean met her piercing gaze and tossed her wrist aside while moving back from her.
"You've got the mark and the weapons but how do we know you're not Leviathan?" Sam spoke up from where he stood behind Dean, his gun still aimed at the woman's head.
"I'll show you." She reached down and pulled the hunting knife from her calf sheath. In one quick motion, she brought the blade down on her forearm and drew it across, unflinching the whole time. The wound ran with dark crimson blood and cascaded down her arm and fell off her fingertips to the soil below.
"Red, not black ooze." She raised her arm into the moonlight so the hunters could clearly see the red rivers that ran from her cut and down her arm.
"Jesus!" Dean cursed to himself as he tore off a strip of his t-shirt and went over to the other hunter to wrap her arm. He wound it tight and tied it off before stepping back to Sam. His hand lingered for a moment too long on her arm and she smiled at him, her teeth as white as the moon above.
"Well, she's obviously not Leviathan or anything else dangerous or she would have killed us already." Sam reasoned to Dean but more so for himself. "I think she really is a hunter."
"No shit." Dean replied as he watched Sam reholster his gun and watcht the girl behind them cautionously as if she might strike them.
"Let's take her back to the hotel and talk to her, she could know something we don't about the Leviathan." Sam said running his fingers across the wound on his chest. When he drew his fingers away he noticed it had stopped bleeding.
"Are you kidding me? No way Sam, not until we get more answers from her." Dean said coldly. He turned around just as the strange new hunter was the buckling the machine gun to her back. The hand gun was already back on her hip.
"Why are you here?" Dean's gaze leveled with her own as he questioned her.
"Same reason the two of you are I assume," she began leaning back against a tree, "I read about the maulings in this town the chief decided was a serial killer, I figured it was worth checking out. I used the guise as an FBI agent except I was told that two were already here. I claimed to be a partner and got access the crime scenes. I saw the two of you at a nearby cafe and instantly knew you were hunters. I saw you earlier and I heard the Wiccan, Ivy, I believe talk of you being marked. I saw you tonight coming back to the hotel, i chased the wolf into the woods when I knew it spotted you. I took my post up there-" she gestured toward the tree she had jumped from "-when it paused to find you. The fact that you were marked made me of no concern to the wolf."
"Where are you from?"
"I don't really remember. We moved alot when I was little, both of my parents were hunters and I had to accompany them although I was always left at the hotel even though they trained me well. The actually died five years in a car crash surprisingly, I've been on my own ever since then."
"Who are you?"
"Tell me your names first. It's the least you could do for the thanks of saving you." The woman held Dean's gaze for a moment before she looked over at Sam who spoke next.
"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." Sam nodded his head toward his brother.
"I'm Sage, Sage Larouche." Sage extended her hand with her black polished nails and Sam took in his own much larger hand and shook it.
"Good to know you, we've never met a fellow hunter who is as good as we are or who has been doing it as long either." Sam shoved his hands in his pockets as he spoke with a tired smile.
Sage extended her hand to Dean who reluctantly took it and shook before releasing and acting uninterested.
"We need another hunter with us. We've been short since we lost Bobby and by the way this first case went, we need someone who's good." Sam spoke slowly, not knowing how Sage operated since they had just met.
Dean's light colored brow shot up at the mention of getting a new hunter. "What? We don't need anyone Sam! We're fine by ourselves, like old times!" Dean was angry, it was clear by his voice which took on an icy quality.
"We do Dean! And that's final whether you like it or not!" Sam yelled at his brother who stalked off. "If you're leaving then clean up that werewolf!" Dean flipped him off but when to do it anyway.
"Don't mind him. Losing Bobby hit him the hardest since he practically raised him but he'll come around. So do you wanna join us? We could both us some extra help." Sam offered an encouraging smile and a totally fake laugh but it was the thought that counted.
Sage bit her full pink bottom lip and looked off in the direction Dean and stalked off. "I'll do it." She stated with a real smile as she looked back to Sam. "Besides, I could use the company, I've been on my own for way too long. I need some one to talk to."
"Lead you back to our hotel room?" Sam offered his arm, ever the gentleman.
Sage gave him a playful punch in the arm and raised her eyebrows before she laughed, a soft sweet sound that Sam had missed, a woman's laughter. "Sure, but don't think you'll get me in bed without dinner first." Sage laughed again and Sam joined her as he laid a hand over hers on his arm.
The walk back to the boys' hotel was a fairly silent one, Sage and Sam enjoying having the company of someone they had never met before. The hotel the boys' were holed up in was the only one in town and it was fairly small as far as hotels go, it certainly didn't belong in New Yor City but it suited their needs.
Sage paused outside the hotel and looked up the facade of the building. Sam realized her hand had fallen from the crook of his arm and he turned to look back at her. "What is it?" Sam looked throughly concerned. It had been awhile since he spent time with a beautiful woman, the very first time he spent time with a beautiful woman who was dangerous like Sage.
"I'm packing pretty heavy." She gestured behind her to the rather large machine gun.
Sam laughed. "Small town, one hotel, this is the first time something huge has happened, there is no one working the front desk unless you ring the bell. Come on, it's safe." He held out a hand for her and she rested her hand on his palm as he lead her inside the cozy hotel. Sam was right, no one was maning the front desk.
The hunters walked up two flights of stairs to the thrid and final floor where Sam and Dean had their hotel room, room 312. Sam held the door open for Sage and followed her inside before quickly locking both locks.
"Damn!" Sage exclaimed, looking Sam up and down slowing, almost as if checking him out except for the expression on her face. "You look bad."
Sam looked down at his chest where the werewolf had ripped him open. "No big deal. I've had worse before." Sam shrugged and looked at her. She really was extremely beautiful. He wondered how both he and his brother could work with Sage, a huge distraction even though she is an amazing hunter, and not want to get her bed so bad that they'd end up fighting over her.
"What the hell is SHE doing here?" Sam's thoughts were shattered by Dean's angry remark as both he and Sage turned toward the sound.
Dean stood in the doorframe of the small hotel bathroom wearing nothing but his dark wash jeans. His hair was slightly spiked and wet due to his recent shower to clean his wounds from his attack. He had a small hotel towel draped over his shoulders, the hotel towel appearing way too small to dry a full grown man.
Sage drew in a small gasp as she watched Dean. He was sexy standing there without a shirt. His chest and stomach were sculpted but not too defined which Sage liked in a man. His dark jeans hung slightly below his hips revealing his hip bones and the sex lines that laid just above and pointed toward his crotch. The only hair on his upper half was a happy trail starting at his belly button and disappearing at his waistband but Sage knew it continued to a place she couldn't see. How long had it been since she was with a man? She couldn't remember but clearly it had been while by the way she was turned on just looking at Dean.
"Again I say, what the hell is she doing here?" His face was set in determined anger. His jawline hard and unmoving, his eyes piercing but still beautiful. Sage couldn't help but softly lick her lips. She liked Dean, found him drop dead sexy even though he wasn't her biggest 'fan right now.
"She's joining us Dean, I told you that. We need another hunter and she's good, really good. She saved both our asses out there today. We'd be DEAD without her." Sam's face was just as determined as he fought to keep Sage.
"Fine, whatever. But don't expect me to like it." Dean waved his hand dismissively and stalked off down the hall to a bedroom where he slammed the door.
"He'll come around." Sam went to the couch and fell back into it, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Sage just shrugged but her eyes were still trained on the door that Dean had retreated into. Her mind still picturing how he looked standing against that doorframe. She laid her machine gun down on the coffee table in front of the raddy couch and pulled off her worn leather jacket and tossed it on top of her gun. Before sitting down on the couch she had to remove her pistol and both knives that she had stashed on her person. Once everything was out on the table she allowed herself to sit down beside Sam and relax. Her thoughts wondered back to Dean, she didn't know what feelings might be there but she knew there was definitely lust.
"What do you know about the leviathen?" Sam asked as he eyed her. His eyes wondered to her healthy C-cup cleavage which was clearly accented by her tight white tank top. Sam could feel himself getting aroused just being with her.
"Not much except for the old bible stuff. I've been a little busy saving your asses to do my research." Sage looked at Sam. He was hot too, but like Dean, he lacked the sex appeal and the rugged sexyness that Dean so easily possessed. "I don't really wanna talk about cases right now, i'm not in the mood."
Sam watched her as shifted her weight and crossed her legs, thigh over thigh, he wanted to reach out and touch them. What would Sage do if he leaned over and kissed her right now? The soft hill in his pants growing harder. He settled for another question instead. "Don't you have any other clothes or anything?"
"Yeah i do, they're in my car, stashed out in the forest a ways. i figuered i'd be going right back out there after the case. i'll get them tomorrow. Then we can decide whose car we want." Sage replied, softly biting her lower lip. Would being with Sam help her arousal, he was hot enough but he wasn't Dean. However, Dean wasn't in the mood to be around her or like her at all right now.
"Hey Sage-" Sam began but he was cut off as Sage leaned across him and kissed him hard. Her slender hands move down his chest and started to unbutton his stained collared shirt. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and playfully bit his tongue.
"Sage," Dean murmered as he kept kissing her back, using the full force of his lips upon hers, "Are you sure?"
"Don't talk." She managed to speak quietly and Sam didn't say another word as she moved her tongue inside his mouth and finished unbuttoning his shirt.
Sam shrugged out of his now discarded shirt and slide his hands up the back of Sage's tank top. Sage moaned softly as Sam began to kiss down her neck. She quicklyl adjusted her position so she now straddled his lap facing him. She could feel how he hard he was beneath his black pants and that just made her hotter. Sam slowly trailed his tongue down her neck.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Sage clsoed her eyes and tangeled her fingers into Sam's hair. She ran her other hand over Sam's bare chest. His scratches caked in dried blood but she didn't care. She was too turned on to care.
Sam yanked her tank top over her head and took control. He pushed her back onto the couch and got on top of her. He moved his hands to her front side and roughly ran them across her breasts which were still covered by her simple black bra. Sam had forgotten had good it felt to be with a woman, his only companion for a long time had been his right hand which was now occupied with lightly twisting Sage's nipples over her bra. She moved her hand to cup Sam's crouch through his pants. His breathing increased, alot.
Sage lightly pulled away from Sam's lips, her breathing frantic, she was extremely horny. "We can't do this here. We need to go to your room."
Sam looked stunned a minute, wondering why Sage had pulled away before he lifted hmself off of her and went down the hall and into a room on the other side. Sage gathered her top and ran off after Sam coming up behind him and spanking his ass. She thought about how for a small hotel, the boys' room or suite as it should more rightly be called was actually pretty big. She tossed her top to the ground and shut the door, locking it behind her. A wicked smile crossed her face as she sasayed to the bed where Sam lay out, now in only his blue boxers, the dried blood wiped off his chest.
"Come here," Sam watched her hips as she walked. Sage slide her hands down from her stomach to her crotch. She slowly unzipped her jeans and unhitched the single button before slipping them off onto the ground. She stood in front of the bed in just her black bra and her black lace thong. Sam leaned across the bed and pulled her down on top of him. His strong hands ran over her back to unhook her bra and toss it aside.
"Touch me Sam," Sage moaned as she rolled him over on top of her again.
He didn't hesitate. Instead of going for her nice, round breasts again, Sam slid his hand down her stomach and ran a finger underneath the waistband of her panties. He paused a moment before lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her hard and hot, slipping his needy tongue into her mouth. Her mouth eagerly accepted and she moved her tongue into his in little flicking movements. His hand moved down even farther to rub her crotch through her panties. His movements were slow and deliberate and he felt how Sage reacted to what he was doing. She liked her, her panties growing damp underneath his hand. God, a women felt so good when she was turned on and wet. Sam moaned just at the feel of her and his penis reacted, he was hard, rock freaking hard.
Sage moved her hand to Sam's penis. She grabbed it and squeezed not violently but hard enough to produce another moan from deep within his body. He kissed her more franticly and rougher than before.
"More," Sage moaned loudly, "i want more." She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip while moving her hand up and down on Sam's penis.
Sam wanted to please her, more than anything. There was a beautiful woman in his bed who was extremely turned on and he hadn't been with a woman in a long time. He moved his hand back up to her stomach and he felt her pouty lips against his own as he moved it. He smiled. He knew what she wanted. He took her thong off and tossed it somewhere amoungst the other things on his floor. When he brought his hand back he slowly slid it up her thigh, the thigh he wanted he had wanted so badly to touch in the other room. As his hand moved over her crotch, he let his middle finger trail between the lips of her vagina and playfully pushed just the tip inside of her.
"Mmmmmm," Sage moved her hand faster along Sam's penis.
"You like that?" Sam asked in a low, semisexy voice.
"Just do it and you'll find out." Sage's beautiful voice was very breathey.
Sam pushed two fingers inside of her and her body reacted immediately. Sage herself sighed in pleasure. Sage was very, very wet and a woman's pleasure was a turn on for Sam. Not only was she wet but she was tight, not tight enough to climax but tight all the same. His fingers moved faster and went further inside her. Sage arched her back and allowed him to push them further inside of her.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh Sam that feels soooooooooo good!" Sage's voice came out in a total moan, animal and wild. Sam kept going, liking how Sage was throughly enjoying his fingers inside of her and how she reacted to them.
Finally Sam pulled his fingers out very slowly and looked at Sage. She moaned soft and low as he pulled his fingers out of her and licked the fluids off of them.
He moved down her body and let his tongue down from her belly button before stopping at her clit. He worked his tongue there as he did in her mouth, slow and deliberate with a little sucking.
Sage went wild. Her moans became louder and she dug her hands into his hair as he continued. "I want you Sam, I want you!" Sage cried out. Although the man giving her all that pleasure was Sam, he wasn't the man she pictured and thought about. The one she thought about was Dean, with his hair dripping wet and his low hanging dark wash jeans and bare muscular chest.
Sam immediately following her words and moved himself back over her. His hands rested on either side of her body and he pushed himself into her. Her moan was one of ecatasy. "OH! Sam!" Sage pulled his hair as he moved deeper and faster inside of her. They both needed this, they needed sex with someone to relieve their tenision and some lust, although Sage knew that she would lust after Dean just as hard. She also knew that she'd be able to get him to like her and sleep with her at some point.
She moved her body against Sam's as he moved faster and hard inside and against her. "Damn you're beautiful and sooo damn sexy." Sam moaned as he lowered his head to her ear to tell her exactly that.
"You're close Sam," Sage breathed hard and raged. Before Sage ever got to finish, Sam pulled out and came on the bed sheets.
He fell off to the side breathing hard just as she was. "I don't usually do that you know. Fall into bed with some guy just because i'm turned on." Sage clarified laying her hand on her stomach.
"Just so you know, neither do i, usually, and i didn't think you were some slut who slept with everyone just because they're there." Sam said as he moved beneath the covers on the bed.
Sage sat up and pulled her shapely legs against her soft, round breasts and cocked her head to one side. Her hair falling down over that shoulder. "Are you gonna make me go sleep on the couch tonight?" She positioned her lips in a full on pout as she turned and looked at Sam.
"Of course not," Sam laughed, "I got to see a beautiful woman naked and have sex with her. So of course that beautiful woman can sleep in my bed. Besides, it wouldn't be hard on the eyes to wake up to that either." He winked as Sage rolled her bright green eyes and crawled into bed beside him.
"I'm not looking for a relationship right now Sam," she said as she the pulled the covers up over her chest. "and i'm not looking to cuddle just because we slept together. and don't expect it to happen again. it could but don't count on it." Sage turned over and her sea of hair fell across the pillow.
"I get it Sage, but im still here as a friend if you're interested in that." Sam closed his eyes after watching her for a few more minutes.
"I am. Thanks Sam and thanks for the sex." Sage laughed. "I needed it really bad, it's been awhile since i've been with another person."
"Same here." Sam laughed too. "Do you do it yourself?"
"Don't you think that's a little too personal a question Sam?" Sage's face broke into a smile. "And for the record i don't."
Sam was quiet for a minute before he spoke again. "Oh, well regardless you're good in bed." He reached down and squeezed her ass.
Sage gave him her signiture eye roll even though she could'nt see it because she was facin the other direction. "Goodnight Sam."
"Goodnight Sage." Sam replied as he drifted to thoughts of her while Sage's mind was occupied by thoughts of his brother, Dean.