I'm still waiting. They're in the mail! Never mind, my brother checked the mail and sent 'em back. I was so close!
.~o()o~.
They sat in the rubble, catching their breath and starting to realize that the nightmare was truly over.
"Well, Bacon," Leah sighed. "We survived."
"Bacon?" Dean looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Oh, I mean Shelby," Leah laughed. "She came and hung out with my niece and nephew one day and when she left, we told my niece to say goodbye. So she waved and said 'bye bye Bacon.' It kind of stuck. You ok, Dean?" Leah looked over to where Dean sat, stunned.
"I have spent half the night in close quarters with a girl named Bacon and I haven't even tasted her yet?" He gently took Shelby's hand in his, raised her arm to his lips and gently licked it. He moaned softly in the back of his throat and sucked the delicate skin over her pulse into his mouth. Shelby closed her eyes and gasped.
"Dude," he said to Sam, voice hushed and awed. "She tastes like a hamburger."
Sam and Leah looked at each other and burst into laughter. Then Sam saw something reflecting the light out of the corner of his eye. He reached out with one long arm and snagged it. Next thing Leah knew, he was gently sliding her glasses back on her face and the world was coming back into focus. She sighed in relief when she realized they were unharmed. She kissed him softly in gratitude and soon found her head spinning as he deepened the kiss immediately.
Dean and Shelby were also busy forgetting the world existed as Dean continued tasting her skin, following along her arm to her elbow and up to her shoulder. He was just beginning to get annoyed with her sleeves when they heard loud footsteps and frantic voices shouting their names.
"We're down here," Sam shouted and then his father and Samantha were pulling away the boxes, chairs and other debris to make a path out of the basement.
Soon they were upstairs, at the same table they had been at before and discussing the next move.
Sam had Leah's hand cradled in his as he prepared to remove the pen, clean and stitch the wound and bandage it. "You know, we could run you to the hospital if you would be more comfortable with that," he said before he began.
"Ugh no, I hate doctors and hospitals and you really don't want to go to the Swift Current hospital unless you have less than four hours to live and won't make it anywhere else. You seem to know what you are doing and I trust you."
"What time is it," Dean asked from where he sat sprawled out, getting his eyes checked for concussion by his father.
"About 3:30. You have a mild concussion. You should get your brother to wake you every half hour for the rest of the night."
"Oh, I'm not sleeping," Dean grinned. "I plan to spend the rest of the night eating Bacon. I really can't get enough of Bacon."
Sam groaned and put his head in his hands. Shelby giggled and blushed.
"Are you hurt, son?" John asked, confused.
"No, my brain was just flooded by unwanted mental images. The person who invents the brain brush will make a fortune." Sam muttered.
"So, not to be a downer or anything, but how the hell are we going to explain this?" Leah asked. "We can't tell them the truth and this mess is definitely enough to cost us our jobs."
"Don't worry about it. We'll tamper with the security footage, at least back before closing so they won't even know you allowed us in here and then we will break the locks and disable the security system so it looks like a break in. And then you lie, say everything was finished when you left and that it was locked. We will make sure they won't have any evidence to place you here. They trust you and it won't be a big deal," John said. "Sammy is a whiz with computers, he can even make it so you clocked out on time."
"Dad, it's Sam," Sam whined. John just shot him a look.
Shelby, Samantha and Leah just watched as the boys easily and efficiently staged the robbery, even putting a bit of ambiguous graffiti on one of the walls to make it look like the work of random vandals.
By 4:00 they were standing outside the door.
"So. . .uh. . .Dad," Sam began awkwardly. "You sticking around?"
"Well. . .I will probably be in town for a day or two, but I can't promise I'll see you, I have. . .things to do."
"Uh yeah. . .sure."
Samantha turned to John. "If you want to follow me, I'll show you to the. . .hotel I mentioned earlier." And they were gone, just like that. Sam and Dean looked at their feet awkwardly wishing their dad could be a little more subtle.
"So, are we going to drop the girls off at home and get a motel, catch a few hours of sleep before leaving town?" Sam asked.
"Are you kidding?" Dean looked at his brother, aghast. "You can do what you want tonight, but you are on your own. I have plans."
"But. . ."
"You'll be fine, Sammy. I'm not leaving you all alone."
"Dean," Sam huffed, "can't you at least drop me off at the same motel?"
"Who said anything about a motel? My baby has a backseat. Let's go, Bacon, I'm starving." And Sam was left staring at his brother's back as he and Shelby walked to the car, practically glued to each other already.
"I'm sorry," Leah spoke. "I know you don't want to be stuck here with me. . ."
"No, that's not it at all," Sam gripped her shoulders tightly. "I would love to spend more time with you. It's just that we never stay in one place to long and I'm not like my brother. I don't just hook up, I fall in love and I stay in love, and I can't afford to fall in love right now, not while the thing that killed my. . .mother is out there."
"It wasn't just your mother, was it?"
"No," Sam said quietly. "Look, I will tell you, but can we go somewhere? We are much to close to the Impala for my peace of mind and you are shivering."
"Come on, we will head back to my place. It's not far."
.~o()o~.
Dean whipped off his jacket and laid it on the seat. "My lady," he said, bowing and gesturing her into the seat. "After you."
"Are you sure about this," Shelby asked, suddenly shy. "I am a mess. I have been over a grill all day. I am covered in stale grease, sweat and dirt from the storage room."
Dean grasped the back of her head gently, tangling his fingers in her hair, he tipped her head back, placing his lips just below her right ear, not moving, just drinking her in. "You are intoxicating," he breathed, dragging his lips down her neck to her collarbone. "I want you in this moment, just as you are."
His whispered words ignited fire through her entire body, his breath ghosting across the places his lips had touched, making her shiver.
"Then I'm yours." She lay back in the seat and Dean followed her, stripping off his shirt as he went.
"Bacon is my favourite food group," he winked at her. Then there were no more words.
.~o()o~.
Samantha and John broke apart, gasping for air as they both came down from their high.
"Wow," was all she could say.
"Yeah," John agreed. "You definitely make a great incentive. I am pretty sure I would finish all my hunts in half the time if I had you to come back to."
Sam laughed happily, trailing her hand down his stomach and over his rock hard abs. "I don't think I would complain in the slightest. She kissed along his stubbled jaw line, still trailing her hand down his body. "Ready for another round?" He gasped when her hand reached its destination.
"Oh, I can go all night. I've always been into marathons."
"Then let's up the stakes a little. First person to give up and fall asleep buys breakfast?"
John winked at her. "I hope you brought your wallet," he said, rolling on top of her again.
.~o()o~.
"You'll have to be quiet, my brother is sleeping," Leah said as she led Sam through the door of her apartment.
Leah ducked into the bathroom and changed as Sam kicked off his boots and stripped out of his shirt and sprawled out on her bed. She joined him almost immediately, snuggling into his side.
"I had a girlfriend," Sam spoke when they were settled. "It was serious, only a matter of time before I popped the question. I came home one night to find her burning on the ceiling, the same way my mom was killed twenty two years earlier, by the same monster we have been hunting all our lives."
"I see why you would be hesitant to start anything new."
"I loved her, I still do. She was my life, my soul. It was like everything good in my life died with her. The wound is still so fresh and I am afraid to ever feel so much again." Sam's voice was choked with emotion. Leah leaned up on her elbow above him, brushing his hair back from his forehead.
"She must have been a wonderful girl, to deserve such love."
"She was so much more than I deserved."
"After her, I must not seem like much," Leah whispered sadly.
"That's not it at all," Sam said. "When I met Jess, I knew I would love her and that we would last. I look at you and I know the same thing. You are not her. You aren't even very much alike but I know you would consume my whole heart exactly the same way she did. And that is what terrifies me, how easily it would be to let go of everything and fall fast and hard and never look back, only to lose you to some monster."
"You know, one of the beautiful things about love is the letting go of all fears and just falling."
"Yeah, I remember. Look, I don't know what you expect from this night. I want you like you wouldn't believe, but I am not ready yet, not for this."
Hey, it's ok. Truth to be told, I was hoping to find a way to let you down gently. I want you to, but I made a decision a long time ago that I was going to wait until I was married."
"Good for you," Sam smiled. "I admire you for making that decision and sticking to it."
"I'll tell you one thing, it has never been harder to hold to it than this night.
Sam chuckled then became serious once again. "I wouldn't let you live in a house that was falling down and so I can't let you stay in a broken heart, but once I've made a few repairs, I'll give you the grand tour and, if you still want to, you can move in and stay forever."
"Deal," Leah smiled and snuggled back into his chest, ear tuning naturally into his heartbeat, his strong hands wrapping around her shoulders. She slung her leg over his thighs and pulled herself closer. "Is this alright?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "I want you close to me for tonight. And I wouldn't say no to a goodnight kiss." Leah crawled up his body and bent her head to his. Their kiss was pure and sweet, full of healing and promise, and over far too soon. They fell asleep like that, bodies tangled and sharing the same air.
.~o()o~.
They all met the next afternoon in the parking lot behind A&W. The restaurant was closed for maintenance but they expected to be open again by the end of the week. Sam and Leah were the only one's that looked even remotely rested.
"I am heading out tonight," John said. "After supper. I'll try to keep in touch." He stood there for a second, awkwardly, before reaching out and quickly hugging his boys. He turned quickly to Samantha. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah, I guess we're going Dutch," she giggled as they walked away, his arm slung over her shoulders.
"Dude, that is so gross," Dean grimaced.
As goodbyes go, theirs was relatively short. Everything that needed to be said had already been voiced and there was nothing left but a final kiss to take away for remembrance. They exchanged numbers and then there was nothing left to do but stand and watch the Impala drive away.
"Did it really happen?" Leah asked Shelby.
"It does seem to amazing to be real, doesn't it?" Shelby agreed.
"How are we just going to go back to work, day in and day out?"
"We go back and we let time pass and before we know it, they'll be back, for real and hopefull for good."
"I don't think I'm going to like the waiting," Leah said softly.
"No, but it will be worth it in the end."
.~o()o~.
"So, another notch on your belt, another phone number to ditch as soon as we are out of town," Sam asked sarcastically.
Dean watched the road before him sadly. "I guess I've never given you any reason to expect anything different." They sat there in silence for a little longer before Dean spoke again. "You ever feel like it's the right person and just the wrong time?"
"Ever since I laid eyes on Leah," Sam nearly whispered, sitting thoughtfully before shaking his head. "But I believe the right time will come. And then, we'll be back."
Dean grinned.
"Hey, Dean?" Sam looked at his brother, Dean raised an eyebrow and looked back. "Can we stop and pick up some febreze? The car reeks."
Dean just laughed.
THE END
.~o()o~.
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