The rest of the night went by without incident. Sam had text Dean and they made the decision to go grab supper at a café down the street. The three of us piled into the front of the Impala but I was more conscious to sit closer to Sam than to the middle. I couldn't figure out why he had his moment of jealously but I didn't want to give him any reason to have another thought in that way. Reaching for his hand I laced my fingers with his and lay my head on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head and I felt a little more at ease.
The three of us finished our supper and then headed back to the motel. Sam and I said our good nights to Dean and he headed off to his own room. I pulled our room key from my pocket and stuck it in the keyhole to open our door. Sam wrapped his long arms around me from behind and leaned into me, kissing my neck. The door forgotten, I turned in his arms and wrapped my own arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe even with him bending to kiss me. Our kiss intensified as we stood there outside our room totally unaware of the eyes watching us from the office. Soon we broke our kiss and I turned to open the door. Sam's large hands were on my hips as he followed me into the room. He kicked the door closed behind us and scooped me up into his arms. He carried me to the bed and laid down beside me, his mouth never leaving my own.
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Sam woke up in the middle of the night. His arms and legs tangled in the sheet and also with Billie's and his mouth felt like he had swallowed saw dust. He gently untangled the sheets and Billie from his lean form and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Going to the dresser he grabbed a pair of jeans and a t shirt and slipped into his boots. He grabbed his wallet from the bedside table and quietly opened the door. He knew there was a coke machine just outside the office so he headed in that direction. He opened his wallet and pulled out a dollar, slipping it into the machine he made his selection. When he stood after retrieving his drink from the bottom where it fell he was startled to see the blonde from the office leaning against the side of the machine.
"Shit!", Sam let out as he took a half step backwards and ran a hand through his mop of hair. The girl stepped forward, closing the gap between them. She reached to trail a well manicured nail down Sam's chest, "Needing a little refreshment at this hour?", she said seductively. Sam tried to back away but soon found himself with his back against a wall. "No need to back away from me handsome. I can help you with all your problems." Sam frowned down at the pretty blonde, "I don't have any problems so you can back off and let me go back to my room." Anyone else would have been intimidated by the look that Sam gave her but it only seemed to make her that much more interested. "I knew I was right. You're a strong one.", she reached for him again and even though Sam tried to fight it he couldn't stop himself from letting her kiss him. Her brown eyes called to him and he felt as if he had been drugged.
Her lips covered his and she tasted like vanilla and smelled like heaven. She kissed him deeply and then stopped, looked up at him and patted his chest affectionately, "That's a boy. Now if you feel the need to get away from your ball and chain you'll know where to find me." Sam blinked a couple times and she was gone. He was left standing there trying to remember what all had happened but not being able to recall anything other than a pair of chocolate brown eyes. He shook his head and looked down at his hand where the can was sweating on his fingers. He threw back his head and finished off the rest of his drink before tossing it into the nearby trash can.
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When I woke up I looked around the bed wondering why Sam wasn't there with me. I felt a sense of loss when I didn't immediately see him anywhere. I threw the covers back and slid on a pair of jeans with holes in the knees and a sleeveless plaid shirt as well as my boots. Not finding Sam anywhere in the room I figured maybe he was in Dean's room so I made my way over there. I knocked softly on the door and after waiting a few minutes a disheveled Dean pulled the door open. His short hair was sticking up in several different directions and his eyes were clouded with sleep. "Oh sorry Dean, I didn't know you were still asleep. I thought maybe Sam was over here." Dean frowned when I mentioned thinking Sam was in his room. "No no it's ok. He's not here but come in. I just need to grab some clothes. Maybe he's walked up the street to that little store.", Dean answered me as he stepped back allowing me to follow him inside.
In the room I walked over to the little table and saw John's journal laying open. I ran my fingers lightly over the pages, admiring the handwriting and drawings. Dean had grabbed clothes and was throwing them on. "So you just woke up and Sammy was gone? That's not really like him to not leave a note or anything.", Dean started. "Yeah he was acting funny last night too. He accused me and you of flirting.", I said as I turned to look up at Dean. "What?! He knows better than that. You're his girl and I'd never try to hit on you." "Yeah I don't understand it either.", I said to him. "Well let's go see if we can find him.", Dean said to me and ushered me toward the door.
I opened the door with my head down and was about to step outside when I saw a pair of boots. I looked up into the stormy hazel eyes of Sam as I watched his expression harden. "What the hell are you doing in my brother's room so early in the morning?", he spat. My mouth fell open in shock and I began to answer him when Dean stepped between us. "Sam what is wrong with you? You know that Billie and I are only friends. She's your girl and I would never horn in on that. I would never hurt you that way man." I had started to cry softly because I had no idea why Sam had been acting this way.
Sam blinked slowly and then it was as if a cloud was removed from his eyes. He looked at me as if seeing me crying for the first time, "Billie why are you crying?", I could tell he was confused. I wiped my tears and stepped close to Sam, "Sam what is wrong with you? You keep having these moments of jealously about me and Dean.", I say almost shakily. Sam shook his head unbelievingly and stepped toward me. I allowed him to pull me into his long arms and to hold me against the expanse of his chest. Dean stood back and watched our exchange. I knew he was trying to work things out but this time I just didn't know what we'd do. For the moment I wanted to just let Sam hold me and reassure me things would be alright.