Make Dame Sure

For Geckie28

Warnings: Swearing, Shagging (nothing too graphic though kiddies), Gore, Violence and hintedWincest – it's completely up to you to decide if it happened. I only add the wincestual comments in because Geckie hates the 'cest and I find it funny I'm a bad friend :P

Disclaimer: The Winchesters sobs are not mine. The twenty million other characters in this story and the plot are mine though!

This starts Season 3, Episode 1 "The Magnificent Seven", where the Demons have just started attacking the house.

Chapter One: First

This always happened when he was in real danger.

His feet caused the thick dust on the stairs to float up in a puff of putrid protest, only to be disturbed again by his follower.

As Sam Winchester ran to the second room on the left, as he ran for his life, he could only think of one thing:

That afternoon it had been hot.

That warmth was gone now, yet another thing he missed.

She had been wearing that white dress.

There was no white in here, nothing so pure would last; just the decomposing remains of a house whose inhabitants had died slowly and painfully at the hands of his pursuers.

Her golden hair was plaited and coiled on the –

Second door on the left.

Sam darted inside and quickly got himself in position. Four possessed entered the room. And then it hit him – he was in a very small room with four of the – the - Seven Deadly Sins.

Oh shit

He observed each quickly and carefully with dark eyes hidden behind floppy brown locks. The one at the front seemed the most threatening. He was wearing a suit and a smirk on that strong tall frame of his. The demons eyes swivelled upwards and examined Sam's wildcard – the Devil's Trap chalked neatly on the ceiling.

The demon rushed a gloved hand through his dark cropped locks – no, not his; the hair of the human he had wheedled his way into...just like a parasite.

"You don't think I'm that stupid do you?", the smirky bastard boasted, "I mean – I'm no ordinary demon"

Sam sighed - he always got the assholes.

"Lemme guess – Pride?", drawled the Texan.

Pride clicked his fingers, creating large cracks in the ceiling, destroying the Devil's Trap.

"Spot on", he hissed, lunging at Sam.


He was losing.

He knew it because Pride's hands were around his neck and he was starting to feel cold. The uncirculated blood began to prickle with pins and needles, and soon his very veins were burning. His eyes lost focus.

She'd been crying again. Crying for a reason Sam didn't quite understand yet. She said she didn't know where else to go, and clumsily wiped her nose using the skirt of her dress. The sun was behind her, and all Sam could do was stop himself from being overwhelmed. So he took a breath, and wrapped his arms around her. She was so fragile and pale against him, to have this everyday – oh! – Heaven could be no better. Her skin was warm against his, the type of warmth that Sam had been so deprived of all of his life. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her ears, her chin, before finally resting his forehead against hers. She raised her chin slightly, giving him a glimpse into those eyes, that perfect blue, for only a second, and then she pressed her lips against his.

Why this memory?

It was not his worst, but not his best. Maybe it was that feeling, that complete and utter sense of right that screamed out in his head that day. She was right for him, but like all the others he had ever cared about, she was gone. Dean was all he had left, but it seemed that he too was gone. Dean left the day he agreed to sell his soul in exchange for Sam's wicked life – his wicked lie. Perhaps it was his way of making it easier, but all Sam knew was that never had he felt so alone, so incomplete. Maybe these gloved hands were his salvation. Death is the ultimate high.

Sam sputtered. His brain screamed for oxygen, but his heart just fell lower in his chest. Black spots had just started to dance in his vision where the door burst open, clear off its hinges. A woman in tight blood red pants, knee high Doc Martins with a black singlet and large knife grinned maliciously at the three demons behind Sam and Pride. She moved in a graceful circle, cutting two of their throats and shoving the blade up into the soft matter under the chin of the other (presumably Wrath). The arterial spray just missed her face, and the wounded demons seemed to burn alive from the inside; quite similar to how the Yellow Eyed Demon carked it when Dean shot a Colt bullet through the fucker's chest. The burning made the whole room stink of sulphur, but caused an eerie glow behind her.

In another swift movement, the blade had been rammed down the centre of Pride's skull, causing blood and brain matter to ooze slowly out of his skull while he burned.

Sam coughed and sputtered, but never took his eyes off the girl. Her plaited golden hair hung below her shoulder blades, and she smiled widely. Her smile was different from then; brighter, without the sadness behind it. She whistled loudly at the damage she had done and scratched her head awkwardly.

"Ooopsie, I think I broke 'em...heh", she sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

Sam straightened himself, and did the only thing that could mean anything in his life. He stepped over Pride and grabbed her greedily with both hands, pressing her against him. She smiled into the hollow of his collar bone, sliding her arms into the warmth under his jacket. She raised her chin, and that perfect blue sparkled. He crashed his lips onto hers in a bruising kiss.

They both knew it – they could feel it in their bones. Everything was just so-

"And WHO might this be?"

The two lovers snapped their heads upwards only to face the quizzical looks of both Dean and Bobby.

"Ummmm...", Sam was hardly in the mood for excuses...he was in the mood for something quite different.

Dean raised an eyebrow accusingly and folded his arms over his broad chest. His dark moss green eyes twinkled.

"You wouldn't happen to be cheating on me now, would you bitch?"

Sam flashed Dean a mischievous smile, "Oh, you know you're the only one for me - jerk"

"That's disgusting!", the girl squealed, trying and failing at pushing Sam away playfully.

Bobby sighed loudly, obviously wanting to alert the youngins that he was still there, and definitely in no mood for such things. He pushed his red and white truckie had lower on his sweating head.

"And who might you be m'am?"

The girl stopped death-staring Sam and Dean and smiled widely up at Bobby.

"I'm Andy! Nice to meet you!", she pulled away from Sam and held out her hand.

"Andy – odd name...I'm Bobby", he took her hand in a strong grip and shook it roughly.

"Her name is actually Alexandria, and she used to live next door to us few years back – she stole Sammy's first kiss", Dean said, totally deadpan with his 'not happy' face on.

Andy's eyes widened, "What did I do now?", she whined.

"You didn't...", Dean loved the tense atmosphere, "GIVE ME A BEAR HUG!"

And with that, Andy was tackled to the ground in a rather undignified manner.

"Dean – you're currently hugging me on burny demon bodies"

"Oh...Eeeeew", he scrunched up his nose; "you coulda said something!"

"One needs air to talk dumbass", she spat.

Dean jumped up, while somehow managing to keep Andy pinned to the floor with his boot.

"You got demon cooties! Ha ha ha ha!", he sang loudly, trying to rub her head in Pride's brain matter without having to touch it himself.

"Oh GOD, I forgot they were like this", Sam said exasperatedly.

"Well", Bobby sighed, "it's gonna be a fun drive home at the least"

A/N: LOL! Sam was horny, you'd think he would be...he gets hardly any time in the Shaggin Wagon on the show – he must be soooo pent up...I'm now slightly jealous of Andy!

Anywho – Enjoy! More chapters to come : D

So Geckster – did you like it? If it's not really what you were thinking, just send me a Private Message (that sounds dirty – woooo!) and I can write something different ; ) But it'll still have the same story line because, seriously, the one I've come up with kicks total ass – but you'll find out more about that in instalments to come! (Provided you liked it of course : D)