Sam had expected to wake up to the sensation of someone drumming on his head. He was pleasantly surprised to feel only a dull ache and a bad taste in his throat, which felt dry and parched like it did when he went running. He appeared to be lying in a bed, a duvet covering his torso and a heavy weight draped across his bare chest.
The weight twitched, and Sam tensed, turning slowly to look at what was causing it.
He was lying in bed beside a mostly-naked Madison, her breasts pressed tantalisingly into his side.
Trying not to panic, Sam's mind flashed back to the events of last night. A group of them had played truth or dare, and he had ended up kissing Madison. He remembered that part. But when the game was over, he had gone to get another drink and then...
Fuck. Him and Madison had gone upstairs. Together. If his arms hadn't been pinned to his sides, Sam would have punched himself.
He was fourteen. Nearly fifteen, that much was true – he had an early birthday – but he was still only fourteen. That was four years below the legal age, and while he would have bet his lungs that Dean was sexually active at this age, he wasn't his brother. He was responsible – well, most of the time anyway. He didn't hook up and lose his virginity drunk at a party.
True, Sam had no proof that they had actually had sex. He was wearing boxers, and Madison seemed to have a thong on. But the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra (and the arrangement of hickeys on her neck) proved that they had been doing something.
Madison shifted again, and Sam tried to use the movement to twist out of her embrace. Instead, her face contorted into a frown before her eyes slowly peeled open.
Catching sight of Sam, instead of freaking out like he had expected, she smiled.
"Morning."
Sam blinked, trying to process this turn of events. "Um, yeah. Good morning." He hoped his voice didn't belay the panic he felt.
Madison closed her eyes again and snuggled closer into Sam's side. Confused, he moved his arm to gently hold her.
"How much do you remember?" She asked softly. "You don't seem like you have much 'morning after' experience."
She spoke so casually, and Sam couldn't believe that she wasn't bothered by any of this. Was it not strange for her, waking up in bed with a guy two years her junior wearing next to nothing?
"I remember coming up here with you." He replied. "And I vaguely remember making out, but it's all a bit fuzzy."
"That's about all that happened." Madison's voice was muffled by Sam's chest. "I didn't think you would have much experience going further and I didn't want your first time to be when you were drunk. You were very enthusiastic though, I was very tempted to just let it happen. Your tongue is very talented."
Sam blushed, feeling like a little kid. He couldn't deny that, even now, Madison intimidated him. She was confident, beautiful, and the way she spoke made it obvious that she was experienced. Yet she seemed to have enjoyed whatever had transpired last night, which could be a good or bad thing.
"Thanks?" Sam responded, unsure of what else to say. He allowed his thumb to trace over Madison's skin lightly, trying to provoke more memories of last night.
Madison was quiet for a moment, before moving away from Sam and sitting up, her hair sitting wildly around her head. Even like this, Sam was struck by her beauty.
"Is anyone likely to be looking for you? I imagine Dean's busy enough with Castiel, but your dad might be wondering where you are."
The change in tone caught Sam by surprise, but he sat up as well and watched as Madison picked her bra up off the floor and put it on.
"Dad isn't expecting me back until later, I doubt he cares anyway. And please don't give me images of my brother and his boyfriend this early in the morning."
Madison smiled wryly. "Sorry. Do you want breakfast? There's a load of cereal if the others haven't eaten it already, and I can cook eggs if you want them."
"Cereal's good." Sam finally got with the program and pulled on his trousers before glancing around for his shirt. Not catching sight of it anywhere obvious, he decided that most people here had probably seen him shirtless already so he could do without it for now.
Madison had pulled on a random t-shirt and skirt combination, and Sam gestured for her to lead the way down to the kitchen. She gave him one last smile before wandering downstairs, and Sam tried and failed to avoid staring at her bare legs. Spending the night with someone really gave you a different perspective.
Ruby and Balthazar were already sat around the small kitchen table, Ruby wearing Balthazar's shirt and Balthazar unashamedly sitting there in his boxers. He gave Sam a wink as he entered, seemingly congratulating him for spending the night with Madison.
"Anyone seen Crowley?" Madison asked, glancing around for the missing member of the party.
"He's probably still passed out somewhere. He drank practically an entire bottle of tequila on his own." Ruby took a sip of coffee and smiled at Sam, pointing at the seat next to her. "If you want coffee there's still some in the pot, and Balthazar insisted on Earl Grey."
"It's the drink of the gods, darling." Balthazar drawled. "Much better than your vulgar coffee."
"Yeah, yeah, save it for someone who cares. Are there any more fruity loops?"
The rest of the morning passed in a similar vein, with Ruby and Balthazar bickering in a friendly way and Sam just trying to roll with it. Madison disappeared to check on Crowley and eventually returned with wide eyes and refused to talk about what she had seen. Sam decided that he really didn't want to know.
Just after twelve, a knock sounded at the door and Dean appeared, dressed in the same clothes as last night but considerably more dishevelled and smelling distinctly of alcohol. He looked rough.
"Sam? We're going home." Dean's eyes were bloodshot and Sam decided against arguing, instead simply nodding and heading upstairs to find his shirt. To his surprise, Madison followed.
"I had fun last night." She declared as Sam was pulling his shirt out from under the bed.
Sam glanced back at her, hoping he wasn't blushing. "Thanks. So did I, from what I can remember."
She smiled. "Maybe we should try again some time when you're less intoxicated."
Sam blinked. "Are you asking me out?"
Sam had no idea why Madison would want to date him. She was older, beautiful and clearly very popular. He was a random Freshman who had arrived a few weeks ago and clearly had very little experience. He would never have thought that he was her type.
Madison shrugged. "Treat it how you want. I like you, I want to get to know you. If that's just as friends I'm cool with that, but if you want to go further then I'm definitely interested. It's your call."
Sam couldn't help but think that the world would be so much simpler if all girls had the same attitude as Madison.
"I like you too." Sam considered his wording carefully. "I wouldn't mind being... more than friends, but possibly not so soon after Jess. People might get the wrong idea, y'know? But we can go out as friends, if you want, and see where things go from there."
Without hesitation, Madison stepped forward and pressed her lips to Sam's in a quick kiss. Before he could respond, she moved away again and smiled.
"Great. I completely understand that. Maybe I can text you about meeting up later in the week?"
It was settled, and soon Sam found himself accompanying a severely hung over Dean for the journey home.
The walk started in silence, mainly because Dean was wincing at every loud noise, but Sam couldn't resist the urge to tease Dean for long.
"So, dude, did you discover that you couldn't hold your liquor or something?"
Dean gave Sam the stoniest glare he had ever seen. "Shut up, bitch. Cas and I had a bit of a drinking contest, not that it's any of your business. He was determined that he couldn't get drunk."
Sam laughed. "Jerk. I'm guessing that you lost?"
"Cas is a machine. He downed practically and entire bottle of vodka and remained upright. Who can even do that? If I tried I'd end up in hospital with alcohol poisoning."
Sam resisted the urge to grin at the irritation and jealousy in his brother's voice. It looked like he had finally met his match. Sam would have to congratulate Castiel next time he saw him.
"Anyway, you can't talk. You probably couldn't drink anything without feeling dizzy. I bet you're the lightweight to end all lightweights."
Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Do I look that hung over to you? Apparently I can tolerate alcohol, so suck it up and try and look somewhat sober for dad."
"Dad couldn't give a shit."
Sam sighed at the truth of that statement.
"Probably not, but it would be nice if he didn't think I was turning into you."
Hurt flashed over Dean's features for a fraction of a second before being overtaken by indifference. Sam felt guilty. He had meant the comment as a joke, but apparently it has struck a nerve.
"What, you mean going out every weekend to 'do drugs and fuck bitches'?" Dean's tone was sarcastic.
"I didn't-"
"Sam, you make it painfully obvious that you're the biggest romantic geek in the history of the planet. Even dad knows that. Now quit worrying and leave me to suffer in peace."
Sam shut up. They were almost home, and he occupied the rest of the journey with thinking about Madison.
He didn't feel for her in the same way he had felt for Jess. She was a lovely girl, but Jess had allowed him to be himself. With Madison he felt like he was living up to some kind of expectation, and that was an uncomfortable sensation. However, she was intelligent, kind and beautiful, and he knew he could come to really care for her if he allowed himself to. Sam just didn't know if that was what he wanted.
In any case, he had told her he wanted to try to be friends and she had agreed – she may very well decide he wasn't worth pursuing in any other capacity. From what Sam had seen, short, passionate relationships were more the norm here than long-term commitments – his brother and Castiel being the exceptions.
Damn. Why did he keep thinking about Dean and Cas? If he didn't know any better, he would swear that someone was planting disturbing images in his mind.
Finally reaching home, Sam put aside all thoughts of relationships and the party and set about entering the calm mentality he would need for his history homework.