Chapter Four

You bite your lip, before pushing the door open. Sam is sitting on the edge of the bed, his backed turned from you as his eyes scan the documents in front of him. You always had admired the way he could get lost into his research without a second thought.

"Sorry my brother is such a jackass sometimes," you hear him mutter under his breathe as he holds out a picture for you to examine.

You walk forward, "You have nothing to apologize for, I shouldn't have blabbered my mouth," you take the photograph in your hands and stare at the woman.

Sam turns around and looks at you with his big doey brown puppy dog eyes, "I'm related to the moron, so yeah I do have something to apologize for."

You stare at the picture intently, looking at Anna Lander and her gorgeous blonde curls and popping blue eyes, "She sure was a looker." You hand the photograph back to Sam before picking up another letter from Mr. Jeremy Dobbs.

My dearest Anna,

The nights drift on in an unceasing madness, each hour apart from you seems to tear me open. I can't wait any longer.

Meet me tonight, 6 PM at the Pier. We'll do what we always talked about, running away together.

Always and forever yours,

J

You scrunch your eyebrows together and flip the paper over-there is nothing written on the back.

Sam notices your confusion, "What is it?"

"What day did Anna show up dead in Lander's apartment?"

"July 18th, why?"

You shove the letter in his hands to inspect, "That letter is dated July 17th, just before she died." You walk over to your teal duffle back, before riffling around in it and pulling out a knife and gun-which you slip into your waist band and black leather boot.

Sam raises his eyebrows and follows your lead out the door, "Whatever took Anna is definitely related to that pier."

You nod ferociously, "We better get over there."

Sam takes out his cell phone, following you out of the door, "Hey Dean... yeah, no this isn't about Kayd," you see him roll his eyes as you expertly flip under a blue sleek vehicle in the parking lot, and start it up unlocking the door for Sam, "We got a lead. What? Alright, meet us at the South Manchester Pier in an hour." He flips his phone shut and growls before slipping into the passenger seat.

You put the vehicle in reverse and quickly roll out of the parking lot onto the highway, "What did mean?"

Sam looks over at you from his screen, "About?"

You lick your lips, "Never mind."

You quickly reach your hand out to turn up the stero, but Sam stops you raising his eyebrow, "He just knows I'm pissed at him."

"What?" you look over, flashing your blinker before swerving into the faster lane to pass a silver minivan.

"He shouldn't talk to you like that."

Your mouth slightly opens in surprise "Wh-"

"Because you deserve to be treated better than some freaking chick we just 'hang' out with, or that we hook up with," he mumbles under his breathe.

You blink, trying to take in Sam's meaning.

"I know you like my brother, Kayd."

You choke slamming on the breaks, "That obvious hu?" Pulling over the shoulder of the road, you turn in your seat and look slowly up at Sam, sheepishly.

You see hurt in his eyes, coming from somewhere, "Kayden..." he reaches out with his hand suddenly and pulls you in for a long deep kiss. Your eyes widen at the thought of you kissing Sam Winchester of all people. His calloused hand reaches behind your neck and pulls you in closer, kissing you deeper. He pulls away suddenly, "I'm sorry Kayd... I just want you to know... you have other options." His face turns red as he slides down into his seat and stares at the road.

Your mouth feels dry, and you slowly pull back onto the highway, not sure what to say or how to feel towards Sam Winchester. Thoughts were racing through your head faster than you could keep up with. The man you loved, didn't love you and his brother had just kissed you. Could you love Sammy? You heart was pounding in your chest as you noticed Sam staring at you through your peripherial vision.

You drive the next hour in silence.

"Say something Kayd..." he finally states softly as you pull into the pier feeling the crunch of gravel as the car comes to a park.

Your eyes glance around, making sure that Dean is no where around, Dean has no busy in my love life, you snap to yourself, turning your attention on Sam, "I'm not sure Sam."

He nods, getting up and opening the car door. With one swift motion he's out of it and leaning against the dock.

You stumble out, words not finding their way properly through your brain, "Sam"- you touch his shoulder before he turns you around and gathers you up in his arms making you gasp. His lips slam on yours, his hands finding their way down the small of your back to your ass, where he pulls you up and kissing you harder, biting your lips and making them bruise. This wasn't the timid, soft Sam you were used to, this was the hunter Sam coming out and claiming what he wanted.

You began to wrap your arms around his neck, needing to kiss... not sure if you needed to kiss Sam, or just someone.

"Well, now I know why you needed an hour."

Your eyes snap open as you push Sam away and look up to see Dean fuming against the Impala.

"Dean, this isn't what-" Sam starts.

Dean launches forward with a big fake smile plastered on his face, "Isn't what hu? What it looks like?" He shoves Sam in the chest, "We're working a case here, and your busy making out with Kayden?" He snarls, "Why would you even..."

You cross your arms, "I don't see what you're so pissed about"-

"No," Dean spits your way, "You wouldn't see what I'm pissed about."

Not so sure how I feel about this Chapter... I might come back and edit it. I've been having writers block for a bit and just needed to write something so that I could get to the part where I actually know what is going on. Thanks for your patience!