A/N Sorry about the delay with this, haven't been feeling too good lately. Hope you enjoy!

Despite it being mid May and what the calendar said, it was officially summer to Rachel. All of her personal signs happened: a consistent high temperature, naked toddlers in wading pools on the drive home, and most convincingly, ice cream trucks making their rounds through the neighborhood.

"I'm gonna shoot that truck, I swear."

"Sammy no, it's too hot," Rachel whined.

Though her handyman honey had stuck around since the vampire attack, the air conditioner had yet to be fixed. The two of them were sprawled out on the living room floor in the cross breeze of three fans with all the windows wide open. Over the loud hums and the television playing over them, Rachel could still hear Sam aggressively panting beside her. In all her life she had never seen someone who sweat as heavily as Sam did; the poor boy was practically a puddle.

"I know it's hot," he panted, wiping his brow and flicking the beads of sweat on her face. "Is that better?"

"Ew, gross. Keep your bodily fluids to yourself." She rubbed if back on his shirt. "Are you finally gonna fix my a/c like you promised?"

"It's too hot, I'll do it later," he groaned.

Rachel elbowed his side. "It's is later from the last time you said that. And from the day before that, and the day before that one."

"Later," he repeated with a protesting grunt.

"Well then, what are we gonna do about the heat?" She was fairly certain Sam was going to melt if they continued to do nothing.

"We could go out; meet Dean at the bunker. It's cool and you can finally see our lair."

As tempting as that was, it was required packing and putting on real clothes. Too much work. Rachel sat up, peeling herself from the floor. "I have a better idea. How about you stop being a lazy sweat mop and fix my a/c?"

Sam grumbled. It was too hot for aggression and would only lead to them snapping back and forth. Rachel decided changed tactics. She slid one leg over his chest and straddled Sam. "You know, it's been so hot here for so long, if you do fix it I will be very grateful." She rolled her hips as she dragged out the last two words.

Sam smirked, "I thought I was supposed to keep my bodily fluids to myself?"

"I could change my mind," she said with a wink.

He bit his cheek pretending to think it over before lazily raising his arms. "Can you help me up?"

Sam had decided that if he had to go outside, so did she. Joke was on him however, it was a little cooler out. She sat on the back step with a paper fan while he gathered her tool box. "Are you sure you don't want to just head out instead?" he wined again, fanning himself with his shirt.

"I'm sure."

He gave her one last attack with the puppy dog eyes before giving up and getting to work. The first few minutes of him getting an idea of the machinery Rachel lost count of the times he tucked his hair back behind his ear. "Here," she stood up and slipped off her hair tie. She pulled his hair up in a high ponytail as Sam glared at her. "Now you're just trying to punish me."

"I will help, I promise," she said with a kiss on the back of his now exposed neck and let him get back to work. She knew him, he'll complain at the start but once he gets going he's committed; which was what happened before her. His grunting turned to ah-ha's as he dug the deeper into the machine. "I think I see the problem," he declared then armed himself with wrenches ready to battle.

Rachel had never been into the "good with his tools" kind of kink. That ripped guy glistening in sweat after a hard day's work. It was nice, but not really her thing, and yet, watching Sam working was surprisingly arousing. She wasn't sure if it was the way he could bend and twist around to get the best angel or how his clothes bunched and clung to his body. Maybe it was finally enjoying the chance seeing him with a man bun or the good few inches of his boxers as his shirt clung further up. Whether it was one reason or all of them, Rachel's fanning increased more for the blush spreading through her as she stared in awe at her sweaty giant tinkering.

Sam began to pant again so she went inside to fetch them cold drinks from the fridge. "Thanks babe," he said when she handed him the beer.

"Making any progress?"

"I think so," he said after a long swig. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Not bored out of your mind yet?"

"Not yet," she smiled as he went back into it. He bent over reaching for something far and low sticking his rear out as result. Rachel tilted her head wondering if it was appropriate to give him a little smack or pinch.

"Will you stop that?" he spoke up, breaking her from her trance.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."

"You're practically drooling over there."

"Just enjoying the view," she said with a seductive grin.

"Well, it's distracting. Go away."

She pouted and crossed her arms. "And if I don't want to?"

"Well, do you want a cooler house, or do you want to fool around?"

"Can't we have both?"

"Not at the moment," he said picking up a screwdriver.

"You're mean."

"You started it," he chuckled.

Rachel huffed but Sam ignored her. She gave up went back to her step and fan enjoying the show from afar. A while later he had to pause again and fan himself with his shirt. "You can always take it off if you're too hot!" Rachel shouted

"Not helping!"

An hour later, Sam sat up exhausted and covered in grime. "Alright, I think I got it." Rachel helped him back up on his feet again and they both went inside. Sam collapsed in the closest chair he could find. Rachel handed him another cold beer which he chugged and pressed the coldness against his neck. She turned on the thermostat and to both of their delight the fan clicked on. "Sounds good." She went over to a vent and waved her hand in front of it feeling the air blow out. "Feels good."

"Good, cause I'm not going back out there." he said tired and relieved. Rachel let him sit and rest as she went around the house shutting the windows to keep the cool air in. By the time she came back to the kitchen was already much cooler. "You did good hun," she said with a kiss. "Thank you."

"No problem," he smiled back. He finished his beer and rose to his feet heading for the shower. "Well, I'm gonna go clean off," he said with a wink.

Rachel groaned not ready to give up her sweaty smudged stained Sam. She watched as he left memorizing every detail before it was gone. But sadly heard the shower running and sat in the kitchen unsure what to do with herself. Sam cried out over the running water. "Well are you joining me or not?!"

Rachel squeaked in delight and ran after him needing no further encouragement.