Hello. Well, i'm not going to ramble too much. I just like the character of Ruby, especially when Genevieve Cortese-Padalecki was playing her. I just thought it was a shame that she was only there for one season. So here I am, weaving a story in which she isn't evil and sticks around for longer than a mere season.
Enjoy.
The dark haired women sighed, sitting in a dark, dingy motel room. The wind was blowing hard she noticed from her perch at the bench seat by the large window. A storm was coming; no doubt, she could feel it in her bones. She rubbed her aching left kneecap. Apparently Jane Doe must have sustained some sort of injury to her knee before she was put in a coma. It healed just fine but now Ruby could feel the injury whenever it rained.
Sometimes she felt tempted to get rid of this body and find another one. She sort of missed her last body. It was stronger, taller, and more durable. Plus, she was blonde and as an added bonus her last meatsuit was sterile or something because she didn't have a single period in the time that she had been possessing that body. This body was a lot smaller and she felt like a dwarf next to Sam a lot of the times. It was also less durable and required more rest than her last. She wasn't even going to talk about the hassle of a monthly period.
But Sam seemed to like this one. On more than one occasion he had expressed how much he liked her as a brunette. There was also something nice about feeling smaller than him. Most of the time it was annoying but there were times, mostly when they were alone and they were taking advantage of it, when it was just so, well hot, and amazing how he could just pick her up and engulf her. And, although she wasn't willing to admit it, she felt a sort of special connection with Sam and this body. It was the body that she was truly alone in and the one body that Sam felt no guilt about sleeping with. Additionally, something that had made Sam falter at first, Jane Doe was an innocent girl because she had been a virgin before Ruby took over. Hell, Sam noticed that she had still been wearing a purity ring as they lay in bed experiencing their afterglow. Sam had taken her virginity in a sense; something that had severely freaked the giant man out at first. Just remembering his face could still make her smile.
Ruby stood and moved away from the window. Sam was late. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. She supposed that he was tied up with Dean like he always seemed to be now that his darling brother was back from Hell. It made things uncomfortable for her because Dean obviously did not trust her. Still, she could deal with him. She had Sam on her side and all three of them had the same goal in mind; stop Lilith at all costs.
She moved over to the bed and sat down to remove her boots. Just for the sake of background noise she turned on the TV to see an infomercial on before tossing the remote away and lifting her foot up. The high heeled boots she always wore helped her feel taller but it killed her feet. She pulled at the zipper and removed the boots with a silent contented smile before rubbing her aching feet for a few moments.
After a few minutes she stood and removed her tight jeans to reveal her bright yellow and black lacy boyshorts. She haphazardly tossed her jeans onto a chair and then combed her fingers through her soft brown curls. She strolled slowly over to the bathroom and flicked the lights on. She stared into the mirror, finally getting used to seeing the face in the mirror. She almost felt as if this was a good true face for her even if she sometimes hated it. She remembered her past life as a human but she didn't remember what she used to look like. Maybe she looked similar to the face staring back at her.
A knocked sounded at the door and the small brunette jumped before darting over to the door. Even though she already knew it was Sam on the other side, she stepped on her tippies to look out the small peep hole in the door. Sam's handsome face greeted her eyes as he looked around the parking lot. Ruby couldn't help the smile that spread over her face momentarily before she controlled herself and slowly opened the door, leaning against the door almost seductively.
"Hey, you're late," she deadpanned.
He turned to look at her and instantly he noticed her lack of clothing. Always bashful, he looked around the parking lot to check to see if anyone was looking. Quickly he pushed himself in and closed the door, shaking his head. "You know, anyone could have seen you," he said while he walked over to the table and set down a brown bag he was carrying.
"You bring fries?" she asked, smelling the air and ignoring his statement. He nodded as he pulled out a chair for her and then moved over the window to draw the curtain. Ruby rolled her eyes as she seated herself in front of the table, opening the bag. "Burgers, fries, and salad, hmm, quite a spread we have here."
"Only for you," he muttered sarcastically before sitting himself across from her. Automatically her legs came to rest across his lap from underneath the table, prompting an eye roll from him as he adjusted the limbs into a more comfortable position.
They ate in a comfortable silence, alternating between looking at one another and watching the TV. There was nothing substantial on that could hold their attention for a long time and they ended up channel surfing for the most part.
"You were supposed to look at my car," she muttered, plucking a French fry into her mouth while keeping her eyes on the TV set. That was the reason for this little get together tonight. She may be a lot of things but she was not very car-savvy but when she had Sam around she didn't need to be. It was easier when Dean was in Hell. They traveled together in the Impala and if there were any problems Sam would fix it up and they would be on the road again. With Dean back in the picture Ruby was forced to get her own ride and when it started sounding like a robot was fucking her engine while she was driving she knew she was screwed until Sam could met up with her again.
She heard him groan and she looked at him quickly to see him chewing on his salad and staring at her apologetically. "I got caught up. I'll look at it first thing in the morning," he promised and she just nodded in an almost disbelieving manner.
"I'll believe it when I see it," she muttered under her breath.
"I will," he muttered, one hand dipping under the table to gently grip her left calf and give it a reassuring rub. She kept her attention on the TV while ignoring the sudden butterflies in her stomach at the feel of his rough, large, warm hands running over her smooth, clean shaven legs.
"Eat your salad," she muttered which prompted another squeeze of her leg before it was released and the tall man refocused on his food.
The two had gotten close during the time that Dean was in Hell. They trusted one another and respected each other as well. They could sit in a room together, doing absolutely nothing and still feel as if their time was not wasted. They didn't even have to be doing the same thing as long as they were close to one another. They didn't feel the need to fill the air with mindless chatter all the time but still were able to understand one another better than most.
After the food was packed away and the rain outside began to come down the two found themselves settling onto the bed. Sam took up most of the space, his feet hanging off the edge of the bed because of his height. His head was propped up by a pillow, an arm casually resting underneath his head while the other was holding a novel open, silently reading. Ruby laid next to him, head resting on his chest so she could listen to his calm rhythmic heartbeat though her focus was on the TV. Periodically Sam would switch the book to his other hand when it got tired.
Ruby took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to memorize this moment. It was times like this that she thought all her struggles were worth it. Everything was just so calm, peaceful. The warmth of Sam's body heating her and the steady rhythm of his heart lulling her into an utter state of calm. She savored moments like these. These moments made her feel human again.
"Are you sleeping?" he whispered suddenly.
Her eyes remained closed. "No," she whispered. She heard the brief flutter of pages and then felt two arms wrap around her in a warm embrace. Unconsciously she snuggled closer to him, her hand moving to clutch his gray t-shirt without much thought. She took a deep breath, his unique smell invading her senses.
"Where does your brother think you are?" she asked after a moment.
She could almost hear the bitter smile on his face. "In the bed next to his," he muttered whist his thumb began to move against her arm in a reassuring and oddly affectionate manner.
"Does that mean you're going to leave to get back to him tonight?" she couldn't help but ask. She tried to fight the disappointment she felt at the thought. She was unwilling to admit it but she missed moments like these, where it was just the two of them in some motel in the middle of nowhere. It was easier when she didn't have to worry about what Dean or anybody else would think and they could just relax with one another. She had gotten used to waking up with Sam holding her in the safety in his arms every morning after months of the same thing. She missed it now, something that scared her to the core.
"No," he whispered and the grip on her tightened momentarily. Ruby shifted in his arms so that she could look up at his face. Her brown eyes looked up to meet his beautiful puppy dog eyes. His eyes always amazed her. He was a strong man and often hid a lot behind his pretty face. But most of the time his puppy dog eyes gave him away if a person really looked. His eyes seemed to change color with his mood as well, a fact that amazed her as hers were always just brown thanks to Jane Doe (that is when they weren't black, of course). Right now they were bright, telling her he was in a good mood, and mostly a greenish blue with his hazel center adding a diverse contrast to the brightness and creating a certain depth to him.
"And what will Dean think?" she asked, her eyes searching his face.
His eyes seemed to brighten in amusement and he chuckled once as a smile spread across his face. It was just a Sam smile; a crooked little smile where one side was never quite was high as the other. Another mannerism that was just Sam was that arrogant upward head tilt. She watched as his eyes scanned her face. "I can handle Dean," he stated as if handling his neanderthal brother was a simple matter.
Ruby couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "Yeah, good luck with that," she said as she tucked her head over his heart. She felt him stretch his arm out and a small click accompanied the room before the light was extinguished. The woman moved her eyes over to the TV before to reached over for the remote and shut it off, bathing the room in darkness.
In the darkness she clung to him and felt her heart flutter when soft lips pressed against her forehead. Without her sense of sight her other senses were heightened and this simple touch sent her in a state of euphoria. She felt a sudden burst of desire, the desire to kiss him, to be kissed by him, to feel a deeper connection with him. She reached up, brushing the back of her hand along his face as she felt a hand take of fistful of hair from the back of her head and hold her.
The next few moments were a flurry of sparks and heat. Ruby found her body flush against his, laying atop of him while her lips smashed against his. A large hand trailed down her spine and then moved to hold her waist, fingertips slipping underneath the hem of her shirt. Slowly, Ruby dragged her hands down and hooked his shirt, pulling it off slowly and breaking the kiss only momentarily to get the article off. Almost painfully slow clothing was discarded and a slow heat spread as Sam paid careful and gentle attention to her.
It was times like these that she wondered why she gave the whole human thing up. As a demon she was still able to feel a lot of the benefits of humanity without the inconveniences of it as well. But there was just something about Sam that made her feel so human. Sure, she was no stranger to sex and it had been a very long time since she had any before Sam came along so she had first thought it was just because it had been so long that she felt so strange. But even when it wasn't even good sex it always felt different. There were times when Sam had been so filled with anger that he had just needed to use her body as a way to vent. But even when the sex was sloppy, bruising, messy, and too quick for her to even feel the ever so delicious jolts of pleasure while he was left satisfied, she always felt something. And then there were times like this when he was so gentle, as if he was afraid that she would break (which was absolutely ridiculous), and slow that she never felt more human than in that moment. Sometimes she felt dangerously close to admitting that she may feel something for him, an impossibility she would have to reassure herself over and over again as she lay in her afterglow.
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When Ruby finally opened her eyes with a reluctant flutter she found herself alone in bed. She sat up slowly, her chestnut locks falling over her bare shoulders in a mess of disheveled curls, and looked around the empty room while rubbing the sleep out of her right eye. She clutched the bed sheet to her breasts and then looked at the clock on the bedside table, seven thirty four. She sighed and then pulled herself out of the bed, dragging the sheets with her to shelter her from the cool morning air. She moved to the window while trying to squelch the disappointment she felt at waking up alone.
The feeling soon left her as she looked out the window to see Sam's broad shoulders slumped as he bent over the open hood of her car. She smiled softly and then quickly made her way over to the door, pulling it open and leaned against the doorframe. "How does it look?" she called.
He turned automatically at the sound of her voice but then froze at seeing her state of undress. He shook his head and then glanced worriedly around the lot to see if anyone was around to spot them. He looked at her with a look of mild disapproval as he grabbed an old rag and wiped his hands before tossing it at his toolbox sitting on the ground. He approached her slowly and then placed himself in front of her, successfully blocking her from sight with his own body if anyone happened to be in sight.
He towered over her and shrugged. "Well, it's not pretty. Too be honest I can't really fix it here, I don't have the parts," he said with a sigh and a frown.
Ruby frowned and then looked down for a moment before looking back up at him. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment and then released it. "So what do we do?" she asked and then felt foolish for asking. It was her car that was shit and it wasn't his responsibility to take care of her car. She should have asked what she should do instead of we.
But he smiled at her with that so familiar Sam smile, his greenish-blue hazel eyes brightening to a more blue color with amusement. "Well, I think I may have found a solution to that. Dean and I were supposed to be heading over to Bobby's house this morning and he has a yard full of parts and enough connections to easily buy and ship anything else that I can't rummage up. I can call up Bobby now and have him drive down with the tow truck."
She hesitated for a moment. "You think that's a good idea?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, we obviously aren't going to put you up there with us but I can get you a room in town and I can fix up your car once I have the parts I need."
She licked her lips and sighed, not all too excited about the plan. Yes, it would help her out but it was going to cause Dean to throw a fit. She could already hear the bitch fit he was going to throw after hearing that Sammy, his darling baby brother, was going out of his way to help a demon out. Not to mention he was probably pitching a fit as they spoke after waking up to see that Sam had spent the night with her and what that clearly implies.
"Whatever you think is best," she muttered at last, hesitant but willing to trust him.
He nodded and then shooed her inside to get dressed while he pulled out his phone from his pocket. She smiled and watched him through the open doorway of the motel room as he got Bobby on the phone. He turned and leaned against the car, looking at her but focused on his conversation. She smiled wickedly at him and then dropped the bed sheet from her naked body, watching as he stood up ramrod straight. She turned slowly, looking over her shoulder at him for a long moment before turning and walking calmly into the bathroom.
Deciding a quick shower was in order she moved over to the stall and turned on the water. When the water was warm enough to relax her she stepped in, lathing herself up in the cheap but surprisingly good smelling shampoos and washes the motel had in stock. She tried not to take too long in the shower and quickly toweled off. She exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her and found Sam still there. He glanced up from his phone when she entered, his eyes sliding down to take in her full appearance.
She smirked at him and made her way over to him and seated herself in his lap, never mind the fact that her hair was dripping onto him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she smiled at him as one of his hands settled itself on the small of her back. His eyes looked deeply into hers, not at all fooled by her game. "You like teasing me, don't you?"
She nodded. "Yes, Sam Winchester, I do."
He rolled his eyes. "It'll take Bobby an hour to get to the motel Dean and I are staying at so we have an hour to kill before I go and pick up the truck. I was thinking we go out for breakfast."
Ruby nodded and brushed her hand over his cheek. He needed to shave but she doubted that he would anytime soon. It didn't really matter to her though. She sort of liked the scruff sometimes. "I'll get dressed and we can go," she said as she pulled away from him.
She needed to find a laundry mat soon, she noticed as she dug through her bag for some clean clothes. She dug out her final pair of clean underwear, a lacy black and gray garment with a matching bra, and white spaghetti strap tank top and yesterday's jeans. After finding a pair of mismatched socks she pulled on her boots and then a jacket. She changed in front of Sam who said nothing about her lack of clean clothes though she knew that he noticed.
They drove to a small diner in the Impala that Sam had taken once Dean had fallen asleep. Ruby couldn't help but laugh knowing that Dean was probably completely pissed right now since not only was his little brother missing but his precious car too. She should probably care that Dean was most likely going to have her on his shit list after this but she couldn't really care as Sam maneuvered the car down the road, windows rolled down and blowing her hair everywhere, music blaring and Sam's free hand in hers as she relaxed in the bench seat of the Impala.
It was a seat yourself kind of place and one look at Sam and the waitress, a somewhat athletic looking girl, came running over to serve them. She tried to ignore that Ruby was there as much as possible, keeping her attention on her handsome companion. Ruby just smiled silently to herself as this girl tried unsuccessful to flirt and tried not to laugh every time Sam pleadingly glance at her. Finally Sam must have gotten annoyed and reached across the table to weave his large fingers through hers.
The waitress looked at their intertwined fingers and then looked at Ruby, seemingly sizing her up. She smiled smugly in response, irrationally feeling a sense of accomplishment over the fact that her hand was twined with Sam's while this girl looked on jealously. The girl turned away from Ruby almost in a huff, inciting a small laugh from the petite woman.
"You're cruel," Sam muttered, unconsciously rubbing circles on her hand with his thumb.
Ruby flashed him a falsely innocent smile. "Oh, come on Sam. I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Vixen," he muttered to which she just smiled sweetly.
They killed time in the diner before together they climbed back into the Impala. Sam dropped her off at her motel before making his way back over to his own, dread of the fight that was about to ensue sinking in his stomach. He spotted the tow truck in front of their room when he pulled up and he hadn't even killed the engine yet when the door was flying open.
"Where the hell have you been!" a very angry Dean yelled as he marched out of the room. Sam looked towards the door to see Bobby now standing in the doorway, looking out calmly with a disapproving look on his face. The car door was wrenched open and Sam sighed at he looked up at his big brother.
"Out," Dean commanded, stepping back marginally so that Sam could get out. The door slammed closed as soon as he stepped out while his overprotective brother tried to intimidate him. Sam sighed and then made his way into the motel so that they could have their screaming match in the privacy of behind a closed door instead of a parking lot. As he passed Bobby he pat his shoulder and thanked him for driving down.
Dean glared at him from his position by the door, arms crossed stubbornly. Sam ignored him for the moment, going instead to his bag and digging out some fresh clothes. He hadn't brought anything over to Ruby's and had to put yesterday's clothes back on. Sam had just removed his shirt when Bobby spoke up.
"Okay, what the hell is going on with you two idjits? You drag me all the way out here and I find you two in some sort of fight?"
"We're not in a fight," Sam said whist pulling his fresh black t-shirt over his head.
"The hell we're not," Dean snapped back.
Sam paused and looked at his brother calmly. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"The hell you didn't," Dean fired back, taking a step forward.
Bobby waved on hand in the air. "Enough!" he said with the hand movement with a sense of finality. "I'm not here to babysit you two. You are grown men now and you have more important things to worry about, like Lilith and the impending apocalypse, than your petty bitch fits."
Sam sighed, feeling like he was two years old again, and quickly changed his jeans. Once dressed he turned slowly and faced his father of sorts and his brother. Dean was looking at him expectedly while Bobby was looking back and forth between the two. Sam sighed once again, knowing he would have to step up.
"Look, Dean, I get it. You're mad at me for running off in the middle of the night. I should have told you, I know, but you would have freaked out if I told you. I'm stuck in the middle here and it sucks." He looked at his brother pleadingly.
"She's a demon, Sam. You can't trust her. You should hunt her," Dean deadpanned to which Sam shook his head.
"No, I won't. I do trust her. She was there for me when you couldn't and it isn't fair for you to be constantly making me choose between the two of you. She respects that I need to be with you so why can't you respect that I need to be with her?"
Dean gave him an incredulous look. "You need to be with her? Are you kidding? She's a demon, Sam, not a fucking girl scout or an innocent victim. She's a black cloud inside of some helpless woman. I'm your big brother and it's my job to protect you, so yes, I will continue to put myself between you two," Dean yelled while ignoring how Bobby tried to calm him down.
Sam felt his own retort rising almost too fast to stop but he was able to catch himself a second before it slipped out. Fighting with Dean was not productive. It was time consuming, a waste of energy and completely pointless. He had to walk away now before something bad was said and both parties walked away wounded either physically or emotionally.
He sighed and scanned the room, thanking his lucky stars that Bobby had left his keys sitting by the door. Sam bundled up his dirty clothes and shoved them in his bag. Quickly he shouldered his bag and his laptop case before facing his brother and Bobby. He focused on his brother.
"Look, I'm not going to argue with you. You and Bobby can take the Impala up to Bobby's and I'll take the tow truck. I'll meet you guys there," he said quickly and then fled the room, snatching the keys off the table, and closed the door behind him. He could hear his brother calling his name and he knew he had to move fast if he didn't want his brother tackling him in the parking lot before he could even get into the car. Desperately, he wished for something to delay them from following him and give him just enough time to get the truck on the road.
He sprinted towards the truck and wrenched the door open, risking a glance at the motel door. It was still closed but the door moving as if someone on the other side was tugging on it and he could hear Dean's angry yells on the other side. A miracle, Sam thought. The door had jammed. Sam smiled and threw his bag on the passenger seat before climbing into the cab and inserting the keys. The truck roared to life and he quickly maneuvered the vehicle out of the parking space and gunned it towards the road.
He glanced in the rearview mirror when he was down the road, about to disappear from sight, as the door was wrenched open. But it was too late for Dean to get him. Sam was home free.
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It didn't take long for Sam to get back to Ruby. She was waiting patiently for him in her room, sorting through her dirty clothes and packing up her bag. While Ruby got everything together Sam was in the parking lot hooking her car up to the tow truck. She seemed to sense that his meeting with his brother didn't go as well as he would have hoped and didn't mention it.
Once the car was hooked up and their bags were packed up they climbed into the cab, Sam in the driver's seat. They drove with the windows down and even with the somewhat tense air between them because of Sam's bad mood Ruby couldn't help but relax. She leaned against the fairly comfortable seat and relished in the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair and Bobby's crappy music blaring over the sound of the wind. A content smile spread over her face and a small laugh escaped her without much thought.
Sam looked at his female companion out of the corner of his eyes for a moment, his face scrunching up in confusion. "What's so funny?"
Ruby just smiled, looking at the road ahead as she tucked some of the hair that was flying around behind her ear. Within seconds the wind caught the hairs and set it loose once more though she didn't really care that much. She shrugged nonchalantly. "I like the wind in my hair," she said over the music.
Sam stared at her wordlessly though she ignored it for a few moments. When it lasted longer than those few moments she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Keep your eyes on the road," she said suddenly and he turned to face forward with a small smile on his face. He slowly began to relax, lowering his arms on the steering wheel until his hands were resting in his lap and his fingers were only lightly holding the wheel.
The ride was smooth from that point on. Sam drove at a good pace, only going ten over the speed limit since both couldn't stand to drive at the legal limit but weren't in any sort of hurry. It took awhile but they eventually pulled into town, where Sam automatically went to the closest hotel, skipping over the motel they passed on the way in. Together they exited the cab of the truck with Ruby's bags and entered the small, family owned hotel office. There was a woman manning the front desk, who smiled pleasantly at them as they entered, and another woman sitting behind the desk in a lazy fashion.
Sam gave a polite smile as he pulled out his wallet while Ruby eyed him questioningly from her position behind him. She was perfectly capable of booking her own room but Sam was taking charge of the situation as he engaged in polite banter with the woman handling the check ins. Ruby noticed dimly that the other woman sitting behind the desk was discreetly checking Sam out, a fact that the large man was oblivious to.
"A room for two?" the woman asked, looking at the computer in front of her and then a open book on the desk before glancing up to look at Sam for confirmation.
"The honeymoon suite, preferably," Sam said, to which Ruby looked at him oddly. The woman hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ruby quickly. An almost resigned look passed over her face for the briefest moment before mustered up the fakest smile and nodded as she looked back at the computer.
"The honeymoon suite, then. It's up on the top floor, the third floor." After a few more moments of regulations and the woman was handing Sam his card back. She turned and pulled a key off the hook behind her and handed it to him with that same fake smile. "Well then, Mr. Roberts, here's your key. I hope you enjoy your stay," she said.
Sam gave a polite response and then picked up Ruby's bags before leading her to the elevator. Ruby waited until they were in the privacy of the closed elevator to question him. "Honeymoon suite? You trying to impress me, Winchester?"
Sam gave a small smile while keeping his gaze straight forward. "Dean will expect me to book you at the motel, not the honeymoon suite at the hotel. I don't think it's really necessary but it's just a precaution."
Ruby nodded as the door opened and they stepped out. The moved down the narrow hall and stopped at the door at the end. With a single hand Sam inserted the key and opened the door quickly. The lights were flicked on and Sam wordlessly moved forward to put her bags down on the table. Ruby closed the door and looked around at the room.
The walls were a red color that was only slightly overwhelming with semi stylish furniture decorating the room. The bed against the far side of the boom was large, the sheets a soft looking white with rose petals sprinkled over the top. It was a canopy style bed, with sheer white drapes over the top. There was a large doorway to the bathroom with double doors with an impressive sized tug with a plethora of unlit candles decoration the small room.
Ruby smiled as she removed her over the shoulder purse and tossed it on a red velvet lined chair. "It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. It's still going to drive me crazy but it's not half bad," she said as she wandered over to the bed and plucked a rose petal off the bed. She turned to see Sam standing a few feet from her, a small smile on his face.
She gave a mischievous smile and slowly sauntered over to him. She gently gripped the jacket he was wearing, adjusting how it sat on his tall frame. "When do you have to be at Bobby's?"
"I have time," he muttered like she knew he would. He was stalling since he obviously didn't want to face Dean again after whatever fight they had. His hand moved to gently grip her arm while her hand slipped under the jacket she had just adjusted. A hand brushed against her hip and then moved to press against the small of her back.
Her arms found their way around his neck as she hunched forward to press his lips against hers. There was just something about the two of them that Ruby couldn't quite figure out. Sometimes they were just two companions and then the next second they switched gears and were lovers. Their relationship was a balance of simple friendly interaction and intimacy. Sometimes they could go days without kissing or even touching and then other times they couldn't keep away from one another.
Sam's arm slipped to rest against her ass and she was then pulling herself off the ground. Her legs locked around his waist while he supported her weight easily. They stayed like this for a few minutes, lips locked in a passionate fire, before Sam led them to the bed. Carefully he lowered them both down and pressed himself against her gently so that his weight wasn't fully on her.
Dean and Bobby were just going to have to wait a little longer.
Chapter one down. When will chapter two be up? Who knows. Review please; i love feedback.