A/N: These are going to be wordy, setting up the back story and such… but they will all get smutty as promised.


I fucking hate Dad; I missed my own graduation for a stupid hunt that left me like this? Then the asshole's last words as he leaves are "This is why you can't go to college, Sammy." not 'hope you feel better', not even 'goodbye'; just another big 'fuck your plans for a normal life.'

He heard a familiar voice from the hall as his torturer left. Bobby. Outside his room. On the phone. He strained to hear as he was slipping back into the blissful land of narcotic pain-killers.

"Where're ya?"

"You called them? Where're they?"

"I'll be there in… six hours or so, then we'll get Paul and-"

"No you're right; best ya did it as quick as ya could."

"What motel are you-"

"OK, then. See ya soon."

Bobby was shaking him. "Sam, c'mon, we gotta git. No, ya idjit, don't pull out your morphine drip or that catheter. Balls, you're stoned. I'll get a wheelchair; just wait here."


"I'm just getting there now. Sam's gonna be down fer at least six weeks."

"We all worked hard to keep 'em apart, but Sam just turned eighteen."

"So? So, none of 'em're kids anymore."

"I ain't leavin' her there, Red. If it was you, would'ja want me to git your daughter or-"

"S'what I thought; I'll call when I git'er home."

Bobby noticed Sam looking at him as he ended his call.

"Bobby? Are we still at the hospital?"

"This is a different hospital. I'm gonna pick up someone else. Her name's Dove."

"What about Paul?"

"You know about Paul?"

"Yes. No. I mean, you talked about him. Are we getting him too?"

"Paul's dead. Don't ask about him. OK Sam?"

"O…K…" Sam drifted off again before Bobby got out of the car.


oh, shit… that's. pain. in my leg. broken leg. and ankle. where am I? on a couch. there's a smell of... old paper and cheap scotch… Bobby's. is he cooking? OK, slowly open one eye…

"Bobby, I think he's waking up!"

Sam's eyes shot open and clamped shut again.

God! bright. light. fuckshitfuckdamn. was that a girl? at Bobby's? OK, I'll try again to open my eyes slooowly…

"You're awake. Damn boy, finally…"

"Are you cooking? It smells good. I'm starving."

"Th'hell happened to manners, Sam? No 'hello', or 'thanks fer pickin' my ass up an' drivin' me home'? Just 'feed me'? That eighteenth year 'round Dean finally ruined ya."

"Hey, I said it smells good… That's polite. And yeah… Hi and thanks for coming to get me. How long was I out?"

"Goin' on twenty-four hours since ya last woke an' it's been over three days since I broke ya outta that hospital in Minnesota. Gonna get tough now because we're outta morphine. Let's get ya to the bathroom… ya can remove yer I.V. and that Foley…" Bobby heaved Sam up and they hobbled together toward the bathroom. "An' give yourself a sponge bath b'fer ya come to eat. You stink."

Just as Bobby was closing the bathroom door, Sam added "Hey, Bobby? I think I'm still pretty high. I thought I saw and heard a girl."

"You did, Sam, you did." Bobby sighed.

When Sam came out of the bathroom there was a girl about his age sitting at the table. She had beautiful red hair cascading past her shoulders, caramel-brown eyes and beautiful lips. Her left hand was attempting to wrangle a fork despite the small but sturdy cast it donned.

Bobby was on the phone so Sam opted to not speak and just smile. Sam and his crutch moved deftly around the room. He put a plate on the table then turned to the pan on the stove, picked it up and shoveled its contents onto the plate. He smiled and made a 'more?' gesture to which she shook her head. no, she doesn't need more, she's got a full plate, you dork.

He put the pan back. Next he shuffled to a chair and dropped down onto it harder than he intended; he hissed in pain as he was now acutely aware of his bruised ribs. He pulled his plate over to him. He looked up at the girl once more and smiled. She'd been watching his every move and his skin felt hot under her gaze. He wasn't used to wearing shorts, so he already felt exposed and her eyeing him made him self-conscious.

Bobby became enraged. They both turned their attention to him.

"Dove can't be bein' dragged all over God's green earth."

"I told ya that ain't him, you're thinkin' 'bout Dean. An' I ain't sendin' Sam away."

"They both gotta stay stuck an' they're gonna need each other."

"Cuz I gotta deal with a coven in Wyoming, that's why."

"Fine you can come and stay with two adults instead'a doin' a job right where ya are. I gotta job to do too an' I'm damn sure gonna do it."

Bobby turned toward the people at the table "You two gonna behave if'n I git for a few days?" he held the phone toward them and they nodded. "Idjits" he muttered. "Ya couldn't hear the marbles bangin' in their skulls, but they nodded that they'll be fine."

He slammed the phone into its cradle and flailed a finger between the two of them. "Dove, Sam. He's eighteen. Sam, Dove. She's twenty. I'm sure ya have loads in common. You both know 'bout the life, so there's no secrets here. The fridge is stocked an' there's plenty of med supplies. I should be back in three, eh? maybe four days. Take care of each other. You know where I keep the cash if'n there's an emergency." With that he walked out the back door, started his car and left.

Both of them glared at the door for five minutes, like their bewildered staring could drag Bobby back. The next five minutes consisted of Sam wolfing down his food while Dove struggled with her fork. Finally, they looked at each other again. Sam smiled. She attempted to return his smile, but all she conveyed was sadness.

"Like he said, I'm Sam… Winchester. Sorry about your dad."

"Dove Concord." Her voice was soft and sweet. "Me too."

He extended his right arm to shake her hand across the table. From under it she produced her right arm, which had a large cast on it. This one began just below her elbow and extended down all the way over her hand, the tips of her fingers and thumb were barely visible.

Sam smiled. "I wondered why you were struggling with the fork, instead of just changing hands." I hope she doesn't think I'm creepy for this. "I know it's kinda weird, but… Can I feed you? Bobby said we'd need each other."

"Uh, yeah, it's very weird that you asked to feed me." She smirked and for just a moment she didn't look sad "But I'll starve if you don't." and I'd love for you to come closer, gorgeous.

Sam hobbled closer to her. she suddenly looks damn cheeky and hot.

"Do you wanna talk about your leg?" crap what if he doesn't? "I mean, since I can't exactly talk much while I eat, you can still talk to me about… whatever." smoo-ooth

try to make this story sound cool "Evil spirit, body was cremated. My Dad, brother and I were checking out the house where it tortured women sixty years ago. I was in the basement when my brother" who can't do anything wrong "was attacked and he fell on a hundred-pound metal table, which proceeded to drop through the rotten floor with him in tow. Right. On. Me. Broke my femur an inch above the knee, ripped some cartilage and broke my ankle and/or foot, I don't exactly remember which."

"Did you come to Bobby's because your Dad is still at the hospital with your brother?"

"Dean wasn't hurt." damn lucky bastard "Bobby came because they left for another job as soon as I was out of surgery."

He held up another forkful of noodles but she didn't take it and just looked at him. "They... left you?"

she just lost her family. don't bitch about yours, try to seem tough, not ignored "You know how it is. They had work to do, another job. I can't work, so Bobby came for me."

"There's always another job. My dad would never..." Her eyes began to look glassy and her breath caught. She waived off the fork. "Thanks. I… I'm full." She practically ran upstairs and didn't return for over an hour.


Sam pulled out the sofa bed and maneuvered onto it with groan. He placed a large bag of ice on his leg as Dove came in. Without saying a word she motioned for him to lift his leg and used her partially-good hand to stuff a few pillows under it.

She'd changed into pajama shorts and a tank top exposing bare shoulders and dipping low in front showing off her amazing cleavage. Sam felt like such an ass for ogling her and thinking what her skin would feel like under his hands; she'd just lost her dad and she was basically helpless with only partial use of one hand.

She curled into the corner on other side of the sofa bed.

He smiled "You changed." way to go captain obvious.

She was suddenly aware of the situation. I am in his bed. in my PJ's. I was thinking of it as a couch, but he can't get upstairs to a bedroom. I'm in skimpy PJ's. in. his. bed. unintentional, but fortuitous. "Wanna watch TV?"

"I'm not much for it, so whatever you want, just tell me and I'll work the remote."

He'd flipped through the meager offering of twenty channels twice when she said "There's nothing on and I don't wanna watch one of Bobby's old westerns."

"Do you want to talk about… anything?"

"Why did Bobby say you weren't him?"

"Huh?"

"When he was on the phone. He said you're not Dean. Why would that matter?"

"Dean is kind of, well he, he's sort of-"

"A sex-god?"

"I doubt Bobby told you that." He laughed. the asshole's impressing a girl from a thousand miles away.

"Girls talk, you two are famous. They all say he's a Casanova and you're shy… They also say you'd be hotter than Dean if you'd just say hi. I think they're right." She scooted toward him a little.

Sam blushed "No one ever told you that, not the 'hotter than Dean' part."

"OK maybe they only said you'd be as hot as Dean, not hotter, but still…"

"You've never met him; never seen it. They line up for Dean."

"If you talked, they'd line up for you too." She moved an inch closer.

"You mean if I flirted and pretended to care about them like Dean does. That's not me."

"Wanna make out?" She moved closer again.

"What?" dammit you should have said 'yes!'

he couldn't just say 'yes'? now, I'm stuck with more conversation. "Wanna make out? It's an example of how you can talk to a girl and not pretend to be interested in her personally."

"Oh... Yeah." glad I didn't think that was an offer and say 'yes'. "I just don't want to be that guy."

"The guy who gets laid?"

"Yes. No. I mean, the guy who never makes a connection with someone. I know that makes me a sap or something, but I don't come on strong, especially now that I'm so huge. I don't want to seem pushy."

"I would love to see you be pushy." now. I'd love to see it, now. c'mon big guy. pushy. right. now. She moved closer again. don't scare him, Dove.

"Girls would get scared that I'd manhandle them even if they said no, which I'd never…" God how I would love to manhandle you right now.

manhandle? oh, yes please! "Of course you'd never force yourself… Sam, you're wrong. You're gentle, so your size means women are going to feel safe with you, not afraid."

"After I get close to girls they tell me that… but just meeting me, they said I'm intimidating."

"So you have been with…" damn, I wanted to be your first. She moved again and another two inches were breached.

He blushed slightly. "Yeah, I've… had girlfriends… I don't do one-night stuff like Dean."

"FYI: I wasn't afraid when Bobby left me here with you." I was thrilled. She moved a few more inches closer.

"You trust Bobby. Plus I'm a cripple." she's so close to me; when did that happen? "You could defend against a windigo with that club on your right arm, so fighting me off would be a piece of cake."

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Who says I'd try to, or want to, fight you off?" did he just roll his eyes at me?

"I'm a gentleman" and you're the female version of Dean, dammit "You'd never have to fight me off."

"Maybe we could just get to know each other."

"I'd like that." whoa, hand on my thigh, body pressed into my side; don't look down her shirt. eyes up! "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't wanna talk, not right now. I just wanna make out with you."

awesome! wait. no. "But-" Her left hand raised and she put her fingertips to his lips.

"No tearing of clothes, no wild abandon, just making out. We'll talk, I promise. But for now I need a connection that isn't… I just need to feel someone…"

The light went on for Sam. she just lost her dad. she doesn't want to talk; she wants physical contact that doesn't feel like family.

Sam crashed his lips into hers. He didn't wait; his tongue sought out entry to her mouth and Dove let him in. Although she'd obviously used mouthwash, her flavor was that of peaches and sage. glorious. she tastes amazing. oh, God I didn't brush my teeth after dinner…

Dove bit his lip and nibbled at his tongue. Sam groaned and pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his uninjured leg. His hands roamed her shoulders, back and sides, her skin was even softer than he'd imagined.

Her knee inched closer and closer to his groin and he was sure she could feel his erection growing against it. She panted into his mouth and ground her center down on his bare leg, relishing in the contact against her swollen nub. She leaned back and he planted wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, sucking at her collarbone. Her breath hitched, she wimpered and shuddered; he could feel hot, burning wetness suddenly seep through her flimsy shorts onto his leg. fuckwetdamnhotgodyes. She pressed her knee in closer and ground her thigh against his throbbing member, causing friction as she licked and bit at his pulse point. He came in his shorts at the sensation, gasping like a 13-year old boy, yet he was unashamed.

He brushed her hair back from her face; a glisten of sweat on her brow. "I can help you bag your hands if you want to shower." he offered as he kissed her again softly.

"I'll shower in the morning." she said as she got up and helped him to his feet. "Let me be the first in the bathroom?" She asked.

He smiled down at her; it was the first time they'd stood next to each other. She wasn't short; 5'6" or so, but she still had to tip her head all the way back to look up at him as he held her close. "Of course, I am a gentleman, after all."

She sighed as she walked toward the bathroom. yes, Sam, I think you are and that could mean I've got my work cut out for me.


A/N: Please review these chapters as you read. I welcome any and all feedback. Things heat up with Sam and Dove in the next chapter.