It had been almost three months since Sam kissed me. Nothing else had happened but it was always on my mind. HE was always on my mind.
Dean was getting coffee and Sam was in the shower so I got a few minutes to think to myself. I know it was only one kiss but I really thought I was falling for him.
"Oh why in every fantasy to I feel your arms embracing me, lovers lost in sweet desire?" I asked myself.
I was so confused. Dean walked in with the coffee and handed me mine. We'd been getting along much better since I saved his life. Sam came out of the bathroom as my phone started ringing. Only four people knew the number, and two were in front of me, so I was a bit worried.
"Hello?" I said.
"Joe, it's Stacy."
"Oh sorry I thought it was someone else."
The boys looked kinda concerned so I gave them a thumbs up to let them know everything was okay.
"Joe you're deadline's up in two weeks."
"I know Stacy I'm working on it."
"Is there any way I can see what you have? If you have anything that is."
"No that's not our arrangement. I'm almost done and you pressuring me isn't going to get it done any faster."
"Just get it done Joe."
"Ma'am yes Ma'am!" I said saluting the phone making the guys burst out in laughter. She hung up on me.
"What was that about?" Sam asked.
"Work."
"What do you do?" Dean asked. They didn't know about the nights I stayed up real late on my laptop.
"I'm a writer."
"Cool." they said together.
We packed up and headed to another town, another crappy motel and another paranormal problem to fix. This time it was a lower level demon preying on young women. Surprisingly enough Dean agreed to using me as bait. It was my plan and Sam was strictly against it, but he was out voted. So here I was walking down some back alley 'alone.' (The guys were following me out of sight.) It didn't take long for the demon to show up, boy was he ugly. This thing put Predetor to shame, and that's bad. He tried to attack me and I threw a sheild at him. I know it's a stupid power and it doesn't do much but it works. He crumbled to the ground in a pile of ashes as the guys reached me.
"I told you it would work." I said to Sam, a little too soon I might add.
Three more of the ugly suckers showed up out of nowhere. After a few minutes they were all dead and we'd only sustained minor cuts and bruises. I made sure no more were coming before I spoke.
"It still worked."
We hit the local bar and just as always Dean left with some girl. Sam and I were sitting there trying to think of something to do, seeing as it was only seven and we didn't want to be drinking all night.
"I saw a drive in movie when we pulled into town?" Sam asked.
"Sounds good."
So we got in my car and when we got there he wasn't looking too happy, then I saw the sign for tonight's movie, The Princess Bride.
"Figures it'd be a chick flick." he said and I laughed.
"Well sort of but it's mostly a comedy and there's a lot of fencing."
"You've seen it before?"
"Yeah I love this movie."
"If I hate it I'm holding you personally responsible."
"Deal."
Turns out Sam really liked the movie and was still laughing when we made it back to the motel. Surprisingly enough Dean was there.
"What are you doing back so early it's like 9:30." Sam asked.
"Her husband came home." he said angrily.
"Oh." we said together.
"I need a drink." he said as he stormed out the door.
"Well that went well." I said a little concerned.
"Yeah don't worry he'll find another girl and forget all about it."
"How does he do that?"
"Well, um most women find him attractive." he said laughing.
"I know that!" I said hitting his chest lightly. "I mean how does he just go from one girl to the next."
"Oh, right. He's a bit of a man-whore."
"Sam Winchester! I can't believe you'd talk about your own brother like that."
"Well it's true and you know it."
"Yeah it is but that's besides the point."
We both laughed and then Sam started tickling me. He seemed to really enjoy doing it since he found out I was ticklish. I fell backwards in a fit of giggles and was thankful we were sitting on our bed. Sam and I always shared because, well I really didn't want to share one with Dean.
"Sam - stop - please!" I got out between giggles.
"Nope."
"Please!"
"Not a chance."
"Sam!"
"Make me!"
I leaned up and kissed him, hard. He automatically stopped, stunned for a moment before I pulled away.
"I win!" I declared and layed back down.
"Not so fast."
He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me back up to him kissing me passionately.
(A/N: This chapter's song inspired title is by Faith Hill!)
