Author's Notes: Sorry it seems like it's taking me ages to update but I've got my Smallville series to write up as well as three other potential series I'm writing for the comics section (if you like to know there are The Avengers, Fantastic Four and X-Men) but I'm not complaining, because I just live for writing up fiction!!!
Anyways, hope you like this chapter as it's longer than the chapter before and hopefully, I'll have the next chapter up very, very soon! Enjoy and please review, they give me so much inspiration!!!
Oh, and also I like to say a MASSIVE thank you to all of you who's been reading my stories from Episode 1. The total hits for Episode 3 "I Lie On Top" is an amazing 12,133 which brings the series to a total of 26,737 hits! So I like to say "THANK YOU" again and I love you all the more for it!
Alright I'm gonna leave you all to read this chapter so I can write the next. Chow for now! b(^-^)d
Even though it's nearly 5 o'clock, Sam isn't at all worried that he might be late for his "catching up" with Lucas. As the café's only a few blocks away from the motel he and Dean are staying at. After taking a quick shower, Sam looks at himself in the mirror to see that his body, especially his stomach area, looks just the same as always. Toned, sleek and with no sign of a baby. However Sam can definitely feel their baby inside of him, like when you have butterflies in your stomach but they're the good kind and not the other. He softly caresses the area where it'll start to protrude once a few months has passed, making their baby's presence known to all who look upon him.
"Sammy? You gonna be late for your date," Dean peers in through the gap as the door opens, smirking at himself that he'd just rhymed. He stops to take in the naked, and very wet, Sam staring at himself in the mirror, stroking his lean stomach in small circles. Knowing full well what he's thinking, Dean walks up slowly behind his little brother and wraps his arms lovingly around Sam's waist, causing him to jump at the sudden contact.
"Oh! Dean, you scared me. I was in a world of my own just then," Sam utters, his hands not leaving his stomach.
Dean, who's leaning his chin against Sam's left shoulder, places his hands on top of Sam's before lightly kisses the soft, pulsing flesh that is his neck, "Don't worry about it, Sammy. It'll start to show in a couple of weeks. I mean you're still in the first trimester, that's the right word isn't it?" Dean states, stopping his kissing to look at Sam for reassurance. Sam, who's quietly moaning at the soft touch of Dean's pouty lips against his neck, hums deeply to tell him that he's correct, "You're right, Dean. It's just that, what happens if something goes wrong and I don't know about it?"
Dean turns Sam in his arms in order to face him and utters confidently, "Nothing is gonna happen to you or the baby. I'd happily sacrifice myself again before anything like that occurs." He then leans forward, pressing his lips against Sam's in a soft, leisurely kiss that only deepens when Sam cups Dean's face with both hands in order to stay close to each other.
Dean seems to notice something hard pressing against his groin and smiles when he realizes quickly that it's Sam's arousal wanting some attention. In one swift movement Dean grips Sam's tight ass, lifts him up, his long legs wrapping around Dean's waist, and sits him upon the bathroom counter, attacking Sam's pulse on his neck with a barrage of kisses and tongues.
Sam, who's enjoying every minute of it, pants in short breaths before he gently eases Dean off of him, hand pressing gently on his heaving chest, "Dean…we need…to stop. I've got to meet up with Lucas…remember?"
Dean scrunches up his face at the sound of that guy's name and utters, "It's not gonna kill ya to be 10 minutes late." Thinking the issue's taken care of, Dean goes back to attacking Sam's neck, but again he's denied.
"Come on Dean." He gently pushes Dean away so he's got enough room to climb off the counter, still naked mind you, before he's heading into the bedroom-cum-living room part of the motel suite, "Sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can come back and have you ravage me to your heart's content." He says that with a wink and a dimpled smile.
Even though he's mightily pissed for being refused, Dean can't help but stare as Sam dries himself off with the towel he'd acquired as he left the bathroom. He wants so badly to be the one drying him off, the aching in his groin area so unbearable that he had to think of something else before he took Sam right there and then.
"And while you're "catching up" with your ex, what am I supposed to do until you get back?" Dean asks, crossing his arms, leaning against the dresser that's beside the double bed.
"Well," Sam starts, taking clean clothes out of his duffel bag and slipping them on one-by-one, "Why don't you search on my laptop for any mysterious cases for us to solve or anything that might connect to…Lilith." He says the demon' name after a pause and with so much venom. "On the other hand, maybe you could watch something on cable or take a nap."
As he's buttoning up his faded blue jeans and slipping on his pale white buttoned shirt, he can hear Dean disagreeing at his suggestions with a sharp huff, obviously not wanting to do anything unless it's with him.
"You'll find something to do Dean." Sam utters, slipping on his trainers and tying them both up tightly, a technique he'd learned from Dean when he was just a child.
He ambles his way over to Dean, unhooking his arms around his chest and pressing his body against his, the arms wrapping around him instead. Dean looks up at Sam and smirks, leaning forward to capture those succulent lips with his, hearing a satisfying moan coming from Sam himself. Once they pull away for breath, Sam quickly kisses him again before moving out of Dean's arms, but Dean's hand not letting go of his wrist.
"I gotta go, D. It's almost time but I promise, as soon as I'm done catching up with Lucas, I'm straight back here." He seals this deal with another kiss, which lingers for a few seconds more than it should before he reluctantly pulls away.
On his way to the door, Sam picks up his cell-phone, making sure that it's on before slipping it into his back pocket. Next he grabs his denim jacket from his side of the bed and slips it on. Making sure he's got everything he needs, he's now heading for the door, turning the doorknob and pulling it open.
"See you later, Dean. If I realize I'm gonna be longer than expected, I'll call you. Straight the way."
"I'll be waiting up for ya anyway." Dean informs, gesturing a short wave with one hand while the other's still wrapped around him.
"Alright, bye." And with that, the door closes and Sam's gone, his footsteps Dean can hear slowly fading into the distance until only the sound of his faint breathing and the soft beating of his heart reach his ears.
Jeez, he's only gone a few seconds and I miss him badly already. Well, let's see what we can find on cable, Dean spoke to himself, grabbing the remote resting on the TV stand and sitting back into the soft chair. The thought of Sam still heavy on his mind as he watched the programmes flash by while he searched for a decent channel.
Arriving at the café he and Dean ate at earlier today, it was painfully obvious to Sam that it had gotten livelier since then. As he walks through the door, the bell dinging to signify that another customer's entered, he could hardly see any empty seats let alone Lucas waving to him to come over, hidden right in the corner out of sight. Nodding to him to indicate that he's seen him, Sam makes his way over to the secluded booth, slipping by passing customers and eventually seating himself opposite Lucas. He had a half-empty plastic cup of latté, obviously ordered while he waited for Sam to arrive.
Lucas points to the latté, "I hope you don't mind? I didn't know how long you were gonna be so," but Sam smiles, his hand up to stop Lucas' explanation, "Don't worry about it Lucas. I probably would've done the same thing."
Then there's that awkward silence you get when you meet up with someone you haven't seen for a long time and you don't know what to say to start the conversation. After what seems like an eternity, Lucas shuffles in his seat and smiles, blushing slightly, "I meant what I said to you earlier. About you looking good. If that doesn't sound too awkward." Lucas can't help but scratch the back of his head timidly.
Sam smiles dimply, "No it's not at all awkward. You're not looking too bad yourself Lucas."
A second later a young waitress, probably in her early 20's, with her shoulder-length brown hair tied back into a ponytail and her pale blue eyes behind a pair of red thin-rimmed glasses, she smiles at the boys with her pen and pad in hand ready for their order, "Are you boys ready to order?" Her voice's soft and sweet, music to anyone who hears it.
"Erm," Sam starts, picking up the menu and skimming through the food and drink to see what he'd like, "I would like the double cheeseburger with everything on it and could I have the large chocolate milkshake please?" He puts the menu back down, baring his white teeth at the girl who returns the smile.
"So, double cheeseburger with everything on it as well as a chocolate milkshake. Got it. And what would you like?" She spins on her heels to look down at Lucas, who's also looking at his menu.
"I'll just have the plain hamburger and a diet Coke, please? That'll be all thank you," Lucas replies, watching as the girl jots it down in her notepad and affirms the order with another smile. One that never seems to leave her face.
"Alright, orders comin' up," and then she's gone, disappearing behind the counter and leaving the boys to some peace before she gets back with their food.
Lucas stares at Sam incredulously, "Wow, you've built quite the appetite, since we last met and yet, you don't look like you've gained a single pound. What your trade secret?" His voice's soft, slightly alluring, as he notices Sam blushing as the nice tone of crimson paints his cheeks.
"There's no secret Lucas. I just exercise like every normal person does. You know, half an hour every day, watch what I eat and when I've done good, I treat myself," Sam fibs, hoping that it'll be enough to sway him from pressing on with the matter.
Silence soon follows, leaving the two guys to simply stare at each other, as though they were trying to see into each other and spot any possible flaws. It soon dies down once Lucas speaks up again.
"So, who's Dean?" Lucas asks, sitting back in his seat, one arm draped along the back of it as though he's making himself at home. And here on in they talk about what happened to the both of them within the last four years for the next two and a half hours. Just catching up, Sam obviously having to lie so as not to scare Lucas away with certainties like being a hunter with his lover/brother, having demonic powers and also being nearly 2 months pregnant with Dean's child.
Once they've finished updating each other, Lucas grabs the young waitress' attention, whose name's Tara by the way, and asks for the cheque. Just as she leaves to retrieve it Sam reaches into his pocket to get his wallet out to pay for his food when Lucas grabs his wrist gently and smirks, "Seeing as I'm the one who arranged this meeting, I feel that it should be me who pays the bill," already holding the right amount of money in the palm of his hand. Sam tries to offer his share of the bill but Lucas continues to refuse, laughing at Sam's reluctance to give up, but he does…eventually. Once they've gathered all their belongings, Lucas leads them out of the café, saying goodbye to the young waitress who'd served them, and gave her the money, saying thank you for her kind service before slipping out into the nicely cooled night.
Standing in front of one of the many café windows, the two men turn to face one another, Sam's hands in his coat pockets to keep them nice and warm from the chilly air. There's that awkward silence you get when you don't know what to do next; usually it's either invite them over for a drink of coffee or thank them for getting together, catching up before telling them "see ya later" and "take care of yourself". Sam chooses the latter.
"So," Sam starts, smiling again with his dimples on full form and blushing slightly from the cold, "This has been nice. Seeing you again after all this time. Catching up. It's nice to know how your old friends and flames are doing after you've lost contact with them."
His expression then saddens slightly, turning his smile into a small frown, "But I'm afraid our reunion's going to have to be cut short. Me and Dean will be leaving sometime tomorrow but that doesn't mean I can't stop by your place and say goodbye in person. Maybe exchange phone numbers so we can call each other every now and again to see how other is doing." Sam suggests, a hopeful smirk on his face as Lucas nods in agreement.
"I'd really like that Sam. It's gonna be a real shame to not be able to see you again. I've really enjoyed myself tonight. I wish you didn't have to go so soon," Lucas replied softly, sounding more like a whisper but Sam hears it nonetheless.
Sam's heart sinks at the mention of Lucas' words, the evident sadness in his voice, "Here. Pass us your cell," Sam asks, reaching his hand out to retrieve it once Lucas fishes it out from his back jean pocket.
Opening it up, Sam scans through the menus until he gets to "Contacts" and starts to write down his name and phone number, doing it in quick succession, before closing it and giving it back to Lucas, "There. Now you have my phone number so whenever you just wanna talk, you know you can reach me."
Shoving it back into his back pocket, Lucas smiled again, "Cheers." There's that awkward silence again. The two men shuffling uncomfortably before Sam feels that it's time for him to speak up once again, "I'd best be going. Dean will be worried sick about me. I'm quite surprised he hasn't called me yet to ask me where I am," Sam laughs, already stepping back to walk back to the motel.
"Sam before you go I want to give you this," Lucas utters and before Sam can do anything, Lucas presses a hand at the back of Sam's neck and pulls him down, their lips connecting in a hard kiss, Lucas' tongue trying to gain access to his mouth.
For a moment Sam can't seem to pull away, Lucas appearing to have super strength as the grip on the back of his neck tightens. Eventually, with his palms on the broad of Lucas' chest, Sam manages to forcibly push him away, both panting from the sheer intensity of the kiss. With a shocked expression clearly written on his face, Sam doesn't say a word. Just spins on his heels and runs the other way, getting as far away from the awkward situation as possible.
However…unbeknownst to Sam, Lucas, or rather Raum, is also the invoker of love as well as a destroyer of cities, and he's just invoked it into the tall brunette. Soon, the brunette will not stop thinking, wanting, lusting for him and this will make what he's planning all the more easier…