Chapter 4:

Time seemed to slow down, I could hear the sound of our beating hearts and where our lips met it burned, the good kind of burn, the one that makes you want to keep going. I felt his fingers comb through my hair and I reached up to put my hands on the back of his neck.

When he pulled away, time started moving again and I could feel the faint blush on my cheeks. "What-," then I heard a cough and saw Ellen in front of our table holding Dean by the ear.

I could see the faint smile flitting at the corners of her mouth but when she spoke her voice was stern, "Well I'm sorry for interrupting, but this boy here was lying on top of the Impala, yelling Baby until his face turned blue." Dean was smiling like a maniac. He winked at Sam and gave me a look.

"Good on ya Sammy, Yee-haw- Ow, Ow!" he yelled in a slurred, southern accent you could only get from watching old Clint Eastwood movies. Ellen pulled on his ear again to get him to shut up.

"Sorry Ellen, we were going to get him-" Sam said, pulling his hand away from mine and standing up.

"When you two decided to stop sucking face in the middle of my bar?" Ellen interrupted. I started really to blush now; people were giving us looks from all around the bar.

I got up and gave Ellen a look, " I'm sorry Ellen, we'll get out of your hair, thanks for finding him." I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and saw her expression soften. I grabbed Sam's hand and gave it a squeeze; he looked down and gave me a smile before he went to grab Dean from Ellen's iron grip.

Sam half dragged Dean out and I followed behind. We walked out into the parking lot and I helped Sam get Dean into the car, he was singing at the top of his lungs "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi on the top of his lungs, Sam and I couldn't help but laugh. "Jamie, I'm telling you, I haven't laughed this much in a long time." Sam said.

"Me either Sam." I smiled at him and he kissed me again. I could see Dean giving us kissy faces.

"Just follow my car, I'm about twenty minutes away." I told Sam once Dean was safely inside the car; he was now playing the air drums on the dashboard of the car.

"Sounds good," Sam said, "Dean isn't usually like this by the way, he has just been having a bad day, we had to change a tire."

I laughed and headed for my car. I haven't been this happy since, well since the day they left my backyard fifteen years ago. I kept think about the amazing feeling of Sam's lips on mine; I was smiling the whole ride home.