A/N: Hello! I don't know why I still write author notes, because no one really ever reads them, but hey, whatever. Oh, before I forget: Steelcandy, I hope I've answered your questions about Stacie's mom, and if not, or if anyone else has questions, feel more than free to ask! I love you all for reading and I hope you like this update!

Dean and Castiel were getting into their bed, ready to sleep, and Sam was walking from the bathroom to his bed, ready as Castiel and Dean to go to sleep when they heard a knock.

There was a grunt from the men spooning in the bed, and Sam rolled his eyes and turned to the door. He opened it, half expecting Stacie, and completely wanting it to be her as well, when he saw Monica. He dropped his shoulders a little bit. "Oh, it's you."

Monica smirked a little bit. "Well hello to you too lover boy." She wiped her cheek, and Sam noticed her eyes were a little red.

Sam stepped to the side to let her in to the room. "No, sorry. I just thought you were Stacie." She walked by him, into the room. "Hey, Monica, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Monica said, dropping her smirk, "I'm fine, but Stacie isn't. She really needs you right now. Do you mind?"

Sam smiled a little. He was worried about her, but he was glad to have an excuse to see her again. "Not at all. She's still in the room?"

Monica nodded. "I thought you wouldn't. She's probably not going to have a problem with it, but you might want to put on a shirt." Monica pointed to his chest. Sam looked down and realized he didn't have one on. He quickly threw on a shirt and went to the room door.

Sam paused and turned back to of Monica. "You can sleep in my bed if you want." He spoke a little louder for the other two to hear as well. "I'm sure my brother won't bother you, right?"

There was a grunt and a "hmm" from the bed and Monica smiled.

"Go, Sam."

"Yeah. Have a good night." Sam yelled over his shoulder to Monica while leaving the room.

"You too."

Sam closed the hotel door quietly, and walked across the hallway to the white door that was the only thing between him and Stacie. He paused at the door, holding his hand back from knocking on the wood. What was happening? He met a girl two or three days ago, found out she was half siren, and was basically told she was his destiny. He didn't have a problem with the last part. He didn't think she did either, but it was a little faster than normal. What the hell? He wasn't normal. He never was, but she needed him right now, and he needed her too.

Sam knocked quietly on the door. He waited for a response, but didn't hear anything. He opened it into the room, and looked for Stacie. She was sitting on her bed, back to the headboard, her knees to the chest, her head lowered. She wasn't making any audible noise, but Sam knew what was wrong.

"Hey," Sam said softly, walking towards Stacie, standing next the bed, "how are you?"

Stacie looked up at Sam, her eyes puffy and red, but her hair and makeup looked perfect as always. She sat up more, lifting her back off the headboard. "I..." She tried to talk but no words came out.

Her eyes were pooling again. She had just stopped crying and she didn't want to start again, let alone in front of him. She didn't want him in her messed up world. She wanted him out of her disorienting, dysfunctional world with her parents and Rhonda and sirens and everything in between all of it. She didn't want him to know, let alone have him deal with her in this world.

She tried not to cry again, but it was a useless attempt. Tears streamed down her face. She lowered her face so Sam didn't have to see her cry. It wasn't fair for him to see it.

Sam took less than a second to respond to the river on her face. He sat on the bed, at her waist, and grabbed her. He pulled her in, and didn't let go for a long time. Neither did she. He hated seeing her like this. He wanted to have her pain in a physical embodiment so he could find it and punch it. Repeatedly. He stroked her back with his hands, and murmured things into her hair, with her face in the space between his shoulder and neck.

After a few minutes Stacie went silent. Sam stayed wrapped around her, his lips pressed against her head. After about a minute of silence, just them getting comfort in each other, Stacie raised her head to look at Sam.

"You have no idea," Stacie said, almost a whisper, "how glad I am that I finally found you."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I think I do." He said teasingly, trying anything to get her to smile.

And she did. It was the smallest smile, but it was the most beautiful thing Sam had seen in a long time. He smiled at her, and she raised her body to kiss him.

It was a slow, sweet one, that ended after a few seconds. They looked at each other, the hurt from the day rising up in Stacie, and then disappearing in Sam's eyes, in the comfort he gave her. She needed him. She loved him. She wanted him.

She kissed him again, but this one was different. It was harder, more passionate, more eager. Sam responded quicker than anything, meeting her eagerness and passion. He grabbed her tighter, pulling her to him, pressing her into him, and she didn't object. Her hands were in his hair, and his on her back, keeping her as close as possible. She moved her hands to his waist, toying with his shirt hem.

Within seconds of the toying, his shirt was off. She stared at him for a second, and then met his eyes again, both leaving their desires undisguised. Their lips met again, this time for a shorter period. He moved down to her neck, and she arched her neck and moaned a bit. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard, and he wanted to hear it again.

After what felt like half an eternity, Stacie stripped herself of her shirt as well, revealing her light blue bra. It was Sam's turn to look at her, and he did. He absorbed her perfect body, and kissed right under her shoulder as he removed the fabric.

Stacie woke up the next morning to a bright window, a lit up room, and a chaotic mess once known as a bed. She glanced over and saw a man sleeping next to her, lying on his stomach in a position that he made look attractive, in a way Stacie didn't know. She placed her hand over her mouth to hide the spreading smile on her face. For the first time in a long time she didn't have stress. No worries, no cares, no sadness. She liked it. She felt... happy.

She sat up a bit to see the room. It was in pretty much the same condition, except the area around the bed. Sheets laid out in a crazy balled up, wrinkled fashion, pillows thrown everywhere, and a few feathers here and there. The smile spread more as images and seconds of the previous night went through her head.

Sam woke up smiling. He stared at the ceiling in bliss as a sea of memories flooded his mind of the night before him. He turned his head to see the angel that was Stacie, but she wasn't there. He propped himself on his elbows and looked around the room, slightly frowning at the disappointment of not seeing her next to him.

He heard the bathroom door open, and he turned to see the poster girl of perfection walk into the room. She was wearing a smile, a cup of coffee, and not to mention his shirt, which he was completely okay with. He would have preferred no shirt, but this was so much better. Showing her long legs, her curves, and giving him an image to remember.

"Why hello there." Stacie said as she walked towards him and he sat up against the headboard. She handed him the coffee and his jeans, and he pulled her in for a sweet kiss. As he pulled away, he saw her face frozen in a daze, her eyes closed, her lips slightly puckered still and corners up.

She opened her eyes to show the sparkle Sam fell in love with the first day they met.

"Good morning to you too." Sam smirked. "If this is how I wake up every morning from now on I'll be the happiest man alive."

"What? After sex with coffee?" Stacie asked raising her eyebrows.

"No," Sam said shaking his head slightly, "with you." He got up, and put his pants on, sitting back onto the bed.

Stacie was speechless. "Sam... I-"

She was cut off by a pair of lips being pressed against her. She shifted to wrap her arms around his neck, and he placed his coffee on the table next to them to free his hands to grab her and roll her on her back on the bed. She shrieked a bit, and they were both laughing and kissing, until Stacie shifted to roll Sam over so she was on top. She put her knees on either side of his waist, sitting on him, efficiently pinning him down, and pulled her hair to one shoulder. He reached up and grabbed her waist with his hands. She bent over to kiss him, her hands on his face, letting her hair fall to one side.

They stayed that way, wrapped in each other's happiness and warmth, for a long time. It was as if no one else existed. Stacie's hands moved from his face to either side of his head on the mattress for support. Sam's hands moved to his shirt on her body, and started working the buttons from the top down. Stacie smiled into the kiss as Sam unbuttoned the first one, making Sam smile as well.

They eventually stopped, panting for air. Sam sat up but made sure Stacie stayed on his lap. Stacie looked down with a dazed look. Sam lifted her chin with his index finger, and pecked her on the lips.

And it was at that point that Monica, Castiel, and Dean walked into the room to see the image of Stacie in Sam's plaid shirt and underwear straddling Sam, who was shirtless. Castiel was wide eye with a dropped jaw, Dean furrowed his eyebrows and smirked, and Monica just rolled her eyes and put her hand on her forehead.

"Do you know," Monica said in an annoyed tone, "how long... it will take for me to forget this." She put an emphasis on "forget".

A/N: So...that happened. I know it was kind of an abrupt ending. I'd love some comments. Thanks for reading, and I hope to get an update out soon! I love you all...even though I don't know any of you.