It wasn't often that you got calls from back home, it was even less often that the one person you called your best friend would call and ask for the latest scoop on you. What with her new baby she hadn't had much time to reconnect with you, but that was okay, you understood.

The life you led now wasn't one that needed to be retold, and specially not to some friend who laughed when you tried to mention demons and angels before. When they were torturing and killing your parents a few years ago and you tried to reach out to your friends but they all just thought you were insane. Now though, you were the most interesting person they knew, and they had millions of questions for you.

You tried to sneak out of the stuffy hotel room, but Dean just slipped into the shower and Sam sat on the bed with his laptop on, forcing you to go outside. Thankfully it wasn't cold out, you could only imagine Dean finding you sitting huddled up in the Impala. "Okay." You finally said into the speaker as you closed the door behind you. "So how's little Felix?" You asked, forcing the conversation topic off of you for a little while.

You didn't really listen, instead you tuned in for a few bits and pieces, catching just enough to get you by if she asked for follow up questions. Not because you didn't care, you did. You loved the little bugger. It was that you were tired, hunting, researching, and saving people's lives was hard work. And honestly, he was 1, the biggest news that could be told was that he ate solid food or something. "So, tell me, are they still as gorgeous as I can remember?" Your friend asked, you could practically hear the smile in her voice.

You recalled the brief moment when you had made the mistake of introducing her to them. Her eyes lit up like a child on Christmas and they rolled with it. It had been a little while after they took you under their wings and Caitlyn was more than happy to see you and your new "Arm Candy" as she called it.

"Yes Caitlyn, they are still good looking." You rubbed the back of your neck, looking through the window at Sam. He didn't notice you, or if he did he paid no mind. You sighed, the longing looks from the back seat didn't seem to be enough to catch his attention and short of flat out admitting your feelings for him, you didn't know how else to tell him.

Caitlyn giggled on the other end, "Okay. So what one are you going after?" She asked, her gossip voice on.

You rolled your eyes even though you knew that she couldn't see it. "Excuse me?" You turned your back to the room now, pacing back and forth in front of the window as the nerves ran through you. Over the course of a year you had bottled up everything, pushed it down south so that you could focus on learning, become a hunter and help save lives. Dean and Sam had shown you just how amateur you had been when you set out on your own path.

"Oh come on Y/N. You're alone with these two handsome guy's day in and day out for what?" Caitlyn was obviously doing the math, tracing her memory back to the last time they had seen one another. "Two years now?" The realization hit you hard. Two years had gone by now since you'd had a smile life, a life of dates and oblivion. "And you're telling me that there's not one you want more than the other? Or maybe you want them both!"

"Caitlyn stop it! It's not like that." Sam wasn't on the bed anymore when you turned to the window again. "Dean's a horn-dog who picks up any chick he can at the bars and Sam…" You paused, noticing the smile on your face and quickly trying to wipe it off before anyone could see. You sighed. "Sam, he never lets anyone but Dean close to him."

"Oh hun. You got a thing for Sam." Your friend sounded sympathetic, as sympathetic as she could with the newly screaming and crying baby in the background.

"I do not have a thing for Sam!" You shouted louder than you had expected. When you turned around to continue your pacing Sam stood behind you. The smile on his face was huge, it forced a soft blush to creep its way to your cheeks. "Caitlyn I have to go." And you hung up the phone, despite the protests on you could hear her screaming.

"So you don't have a thing for me Y/N?" Sam faked sadness in his voice. He leaned against the door frame and laughed a little as he thought about what he was saying. Of course you didn't have a crush on him, of course you didn't have a thing for him, how could you.

You pushed past him, entering the room again and throwing yourself down on the bed deemed as yours. "Nope. Nothing. You're like a brother." He nodded in agreement. You'd all become like family, like the little sister he never really had. "What did you want anyway?" You asked, suddenly mad that he had been snooping in on your conversation.

"Uh." Sam shuffled between his feet and cleared his throat. "I was going to ask if you wanted me to pick you up something to eat. Dean's probably starving and if I have to read any more about Ben and his teeth pulling out I think I might just beat him to it and take my own out."

You understood, you and Sam shared your obsession with reading. Sure the books you picked up changed from fiction to lore books, but still. "Yeah get me whatever Dean's getting." You raised a hand and picked up the book you had been reading earlier.

One Week Later-

The silence in the room was almost deafening. The turning of pages, Sam stifling a cough, Dean setting down his glass or pouring more whiskey into it, were almost too loud against the stark quiet you all had created.

When Sam asked you to help with research you hadn't anticipated Dean pitching in. And by the sideways glances Sam kept sharing with you, you could tell he hadn't either. Dean didn't register, he couldn't sense the air around him thickening. Instead he sat oblivious to the longing looks and smiles being shared between the two of you, his nose buried too deep into his lore book.

With a deep sigh you slammed your book shut and slid it on the table in front of you. You rubbed your face against the palm of your hand and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes started watering, the constant reading had started to take effect on you. It only took a few, like 5, hours.

Dean was the first to throw in the book as well, though with the glance at the stack in the middle he quickly changed his mind and buried his nose deep into his book again. Once more Sam coughed, forcing your eyes too jot to him. He gave you another smile, this time he added a hand running through his hair. Hair you wish you could be touching.

This time Dean caught you, he glanced over his book just in time to witness you licking your bottom lip and blushing. Dean cleared his throat and set down his book. "I'm… going to go… do something." He managed to choke out.

If you thought you were blushing before, your face had to of turned a few shades redder after you realized you had been caught. Sam paid no mind, nodding in agreement that Dean should leave you two be. Dean did his bit, licking his lips and patting his brother on the back before he snuck off into the hallway.

The moment he was gone you wished he was back. Now it was just you and Sammy, a table and a few books being the only thing that came between you. You looked at your lap, trying to avoid eye contact with Sam. It was fun before, sneaking looks right in front of Dean had a different air, something forbidden about it that made it more interesting.

All week you have been keeping your distance, finding excuses to leave the room whenever you would end up alone with him. But now, it was painfully obvious that sneaking away wouldn't be an option. Specially after Dean made it clear that even he saw the connection. A connection that you had started to pay more attention too. One that you hoped was real and not just your active imagination.

You cleared your throat breaking the silence and your train of thought. "Coffee?" You asked, standing and knocking over a book. You cursed, bending down to pick it up and place it back on the table quickly. "Coffee?" You asked again when he didn't answer.

He shook his head, "No, no coffee. Y/N are you okay? Lately you've been…" He finally closed his book but kept it on his lap. His playful face from earlier turned serious, stone like as he watched your fidgeting hands.

"Clumsy? Distracted? Distant?" You offered, wringing your hands together and finally, looking into his eyes.

"Well, all that and some." He said, joining you in standing. He kept his distance, something you had noticed he did more and more this week. At least before you would get hugs from him, platonic hugs, but hugs none the less.

"I'm fine Sammy. Just drained." Suddenly you felt very small standing next to Sam. "This case is dragging on and on." You said, trying to ignore the fact that he was slowly closing the rather large gap between you two.

"Yeah. It is." He voice was breathy. He kept his hands at his sides, one resting on the table his fingers tapping at it ever so slightly, and the other hitting the side of his thigh.

"And I don't even see the light at the end of the tunnel." You continued, your nerves on end as Sam practically brushed against you. You closed your eyes, counting to three before opening them again to make sure this wasn't a dream.

"It's there, just got to keep your head up." With his words he lifted your head so you were forced to look at him. His eyes bore into yours, peering into places you didn't even know you were hiding. He leaned down, planting his lips softly on yours as if he were asking if this was okay.

He was soft and gentle with his lips, his hand at the back of your neck pulling your face closer to him. You wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair and forcing your lips harder against him.

With your sudden approval things seemed to change. Suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground and your legs wrapped around his waist. You clung to him, scared despite the fact that you knew he wasn't going to drop you. This was Sam we were talking about.

His lips begged for yours to open, begged for more of you, as if he couldn't get enough. He seemed hungry, as if his lips mashing against yours wasn't what he needed, he needed more. His tongue licked your lips, asking for entrance. You couldn't help but comply with the parting of your lips ever so slightly. His hand twisted into your hair, pulling it slightly as he gained entrance to your mouth. The moan that left you was uncontrollable and it only forced Sam to grow hungrier for you.

He set you against the table but hugged your legs tightly to him. His hands traced your sides; his large hands sending shock wave after shock wave of ecstasy throughout your body. Just when you thought you were going to explode his hands touched your bare skin.

He peeled away at your shirt, exposing your arms and leaving you in just a tank-top. "Y/N" He groaned his forehead pressing into yours. You both breathed heavy, taking a second to let your hearts slow from their racing paces. Sam kept his eyes closed, but his hands continued to rub up and down your arms.

You couldn't calm down, his hands on you and his minty fresh breath against your neck, it was all driving you utterly insane. He pulled away, and suddenly your body felt cold, needy, and wanting for him to return. He turned his back to you, running and hand through his hair and made it look picture perfect once again.

"Sam?" You asked, your fingers dancing against your now plump lips. You closed your legs tightly, trying to curl yourself into a small ball of embarrassment. The neediness growing inside of you was starting to become unbearable. If he looked at you, you probably would rush to him and tackle him.

"Y/N." He groaned again, mashing his lips into yours once more. The need inside you felt sated with his hands pulling your hips to him and off the table. This time your hands wandered, now that you weren't left in utter shock at the sudden aggressive display of Sam's affection.

Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling his stomach, which was a lot harder and defined then you had imagined. You reached around, feeling up his back with gentle touches. You let out a small laugh before digging your nails into his back and trailing them down.

He pressed harder into you. "Y/N." He groaned lifting you off the ground again. He walked, his hands holding you up by your ass. He pressed your back into the wall, and pinned you into it, pressing his chest to yours. Your hands found his hair again, pulling slightly at it.

He gripped your wrists, and lifted them above your head and pinned them almost painfully to the bricks. He peppered your neck with kisses and nibbles. "Sammy!" you moaned pressing your hips into his. He cupped your face and kissed you again, this time slower, as if he was trying to feel every part of you.

Slow clapping sounded from behind you both, interrupting the intense session happening between you two. Your feet hit the ground and Sam seemed to be feet away from you in the matter of a few seconds. You pulled your tank-top down and ran your fingers across your still tingling lips. Sam shoved his hands in his pockets, but you could see his chest still heaving.

Dean continued to clap as he stood in the middle of the room now. "Really guys? Where we eat?" He pointed to the table, where it was obvious that's where it started. Books had fallen to the ground and some pages had been ripped out, minor things you hadn't noticed while it was all happening.

Dean kept his eyes on his brother, but nothing about his face seemed angry, he seemed, proud. Sam didn't make to answer, leaving you to try and come up with an explanation. Even you couldn't come up with words to describe both your feelings and just what had happened a few moments before.

"Look kidos I don't care what you do in your spare time." Dean grabbed at a book and turned to leave again. "Just really? Where we eat?" He mumbled and walked away.

"Are we in trouble?" You asked, suddenly worried about the way you acted in front of Dean. You hadn't left the wall, leaning your back against it as if it were the only thing keeping you on your feet. They wobbled under you when you tried to walk away and back to the table.

Sam laughed, "If only. Dean is probably happy for us." Sam reached for you, and suddenly your legs were like steel. He interlocked his fingers with yours and pulled you back to the table.

"You two are too confusing." You shook your head and followed him. he dragged it out, walking backwards towards his old seat as slow as his long legs would let him.

He sat and pulled you into his lap, rubbing small circles into the palm of your hand. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden affection. "Sam, what is all this?" You asked, though as soon as the words left your mouth you couldn't help but wish you could take them back.

"This?" He pulled your chin to him, planting yet another kiss on you. The tingling started once more, and when his lips parted from yours you couldn't help but lean forward and continue to kiss him. You could feel his lips curl into a smile against you. "Y/N," He laughed, "Do we need to figure this out right now?"

He continued to kiss you, his hands cupping your face. You twisted yourself so you straddled him, legs wrapped on either side of him. He moved his hands from your face to your ass, cupping it and squeezing it. With your hands against his chest you pulled away from him once more. Your breathing was erratic and you could feel his heart beating right out of his chest.

"Really guys again?!" Dean yelled as he entered the room once more. "Come on, no one is stopping you from making it to the bedroom!" Dean slammed a book down and forced you to practically jump scared right out of Sam's lap. Thankfully he held on to you.

"I'm sorry Dean." You said, climbing off his brother and stepping a few feet away. You pulled your hair out of your face and felt the knots Sam had created.

"Just," He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "If you're going to be like rabbits, at least do it in private."

"Actually I was going to go shower. Its late. I need to get some rest." You lied. Sure you were going to take a shower, but sleep was the last thing you felt you could accomplish. Between your mind running a mile a minute and your body still running off the adrenaline of Sam you knew sleep was probably not going to happen tonight.

You left the boys before anyone could say anything, slipping into the bathroom and peeling your sweat and hormone covered clothes off your body. The shower was warm, and aloud your mind to wander and process all that had just happened. Sam kissed you, rather aggressively. This means Sam likes you. You jumped for joy and quickly toweled off, running down the hall to your room.

"Come on man, really?" You heard Dean's voice from the kitchen. You couldn't help but want to overhear more, know just what was going on

"I don't know what to tell you Dean. It just, happened." You heard Sam this time, and now you couldn't help but listen in. They were talking about you after all. You just wished you could see it, but it would be very awkward to enter the room in just a towel.

"That does not 'just happen.' I saw you two, that was almost a porno in there. To think, if I hadn't walked in." Dean joked, you could tell Sam had punched him when an "ouch" rang out from Dean a few moments later.

"Dean I wouldn't ever." Your heart dropped, but you quickly summed it up to Sam saying he'd never out there, in the library, where everyone practically spent 90% of their lives. Seemed like a bad idea, and the more you thought about it, the more you secretly wanted it to happen. Maybe while Dean was out on a supply run?

"Good. I mean I'm all for getting your freak on. Specially you. It's been what? A few months before we even found her?" You tried to rack your mind around Dean's words. Since you had met the brothers you hadn't ever really seen Sam with someone. Sure he'd make small flirty remarks, or give a few girls more of his attention, but he never brought them to a hotel room, or followed them home. He left all that for Dean.

"Yeah I guess." You didn't have to be in the room to know Sam was thinking the same things you were. You began to walk back to your room, feeling the cold concrete under your feet was starting to make the rest of you cold. But just as you were out of earshot you heard Sam's voice again. "You sure you're okay with this?"

Your ears perked up. While you might not have cared if the elder brother approved, it would be nice to know that the long car rides, or random times when you got stuck with him, were not filled with his utter hatred for your new relationship. "Look, as long as this doesn't affect your hunting I could care less. You two are made for one another. And she's a tough little thing, she can hold her own in most fights."

You smiled at Dean's words. He thought you were tough! With a new found skip to your step you made it to your room. And as soon as your head hit your pillow, you were out. Your dreams now becoming reality.