A week or so later, I got a call from Sam. He was asking if that offer was still good on staying at my place. I said it was. He informed me he and Dean were already on their way. Bobby loaned them a car, and they needed a few days away from everything to heal. I told them there'd be a hot pot of coffee on when they got here.

Good to my word, just before they arrived, I started a pot up, and when they walked in, the pot was finishing. They made it just after dinner time, so we had a chance to sit and talk and relax for a while. It felt nice having them over. It felt like old times again. No pressure, no nothing, just being ourselves. Even after the coffee, they weren't up very late. Dean passed out on the couch, leaving me to lead Sam up to the guest room.

"I'm glad you guys came down," I said as we walked up the stairs, "I didn't want to push, but…I know distance can do some good."

"It was nice of you to have us," Sam said. I smiled.

"I never got much distance after everything, and…well I didn't want you guys to feel trapped. I can't do much, but I do have a decent home."

"It's more than enough, really," Sam said. Always the polite one.

We got to the room, and I opened the door for him.

"Nothing's really changed since last time," I said, "oh but, I did find some old iron fire place…things in a garage sale some time ago, and there should be a full canister of salt in there too, just in case." Sam smiled.

"Looks like you've stepped up your game a little bit," he said.

"Well, you know…the more involved in things I get, the more I realize I have to be prepared. I've had a few hunters crash here in the last while."

"I never thought you would've ended up part of all this," Sam said.

"Yeah well, a little confirmation of my suspicions in my teenaged years went a long, long way, and I get to help people while doing what I love. I think it's a nice set up."

"I suppose it is," Sam answered.

"Anyway, I won't keep you up. Sleep as long as you need, I'll be around. It's summer vacation, and I can afford a day off from setting up for next school year."

"Great, thanks again Mercedes, for everything."

"You're welcome. Sleep well."

"Thanks, you too."

Sam went into the room, quietly, and shut the door. I bit my lip as I walked down the hallway to my room. I couldn't believe I was still feeling this way about Sam. It almost began to feel like I had never stopped having these feelings for him, there had just been a break in our timeline. And I wasn't quite sure how to handle that.

But no matter, the next few days passed quickly. The guys slept off their grief, Dean mostly wandered into town, and then decided to get himself a room at a motel (privacy, he said…in other words, he was looking for tail to chase) but still hung around the house. Sam stayed in his room, mostly keeping to himself. I didn't push him to come out, but I did check on him periodically.

By that Sunday evening, we ended up crashing out at my place. Even Dean (he needed to…um…check and make sure Sam was ok. Yeah, that's it). We ordered take out Chinese, and dug out a couple of old cheesy but classic movies, and called it a night. I didn't have to be up early, and they were going to stay for a few days to do research on a new case Bobby told them about before heading back on the road. A last hurrah, if you will, before getting back to the real world. I knew this wasn't the norm for them but they seemed happy. I liked to think I had something to do with that.

"I don't know about you, Sammy," Dean said, as our third movie, "Porky's," ended, "but I am kinda tired. I'm thinking about heading back to the motel."

"I'm ok, actually," Sam said, "I haven't had a chance to really hang out with Mercedes by myself, outside of her showing off her spellbook collection."

"Hey, whatever works," I said.

"Oh I see how it is," Dean said, "hot chick enters the picture, and you forget all about your brother." He paused for a moment, as if he were thinking, "Oh hell I'd do the same thing."

Sam and I laughed, and I think Dean might have even embarrassed Sam a bit, but I pretended not to notice. Dean got up and found his keys.

"I'll see you crazy kids later," he said.

"Let me walk you to the door," I said.

"Oh I can let myself out," Dean answered, "but I would settle for a hug."

"You're shameless," I said with a laugh as I got up.

"I know," Dean said as I hugged him.

"It was good seeing you again."

"You too kid," he answered, kissing the top of my head like a big brother would. "Take care of yourself."

"You too," I answered. Dean smiled and waved as he headed on out.

Once Dean left, I sat back down next to Sam.

"So…" I said.

"So what," he answered. I smiled and blushed a bit, realizing how much more intimate the situation had just become.

"I…um…" I said, "Wow it's been a while."

"It has been," he answered.

"I…don't know what to do next, I mean I don't know if…"

"Let me answer it for you," Sam said. He leaned in, placing his hand on my cheek and kissing me.

I melted into him as he did, and wrapped my arms around his neck while kissing him back. His warm, soft lips moved steadily against mine. As he deepened the kiss, I felt myself start to tremble with anticipation and followed his lead.

His hand left my cheek, and he gently ran both hands down my back. I arched forward a bit, closing the gap between our bodies. He pulled me in closer until I was pressed against his chest.

He broke the kiss, but he slowly started kissing his way down my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I felt the heat start rising through my body. Sam pulled me into his lap, and I straddled his hips before wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands worked their way up under my shirt and I started to gently rock my hips against his.

His fingertips lightly danced over my skin, tickling and teasing me. He still seemed to remember all the right ways to touch me, and what turned me on the most.

He didn't reach around to unhook my bra, but rather started squeezing and massaging through the padding and lace. I moaned out, grinding a bit harder.

"Oh you tease," I gasped as he kept working his hands harder. I felt him grow harder as I rocked against him. Feeling him already sent shivers through me.

"It's only teasing if I don't make good on it," he answered, "and I plan on making good on it."

"Do you now?" I pressed, playing coy.

"I do," he said, smiling up at me. He finally reached around and single handedly unhooked my bra. I gasped as I felt the latch release.

He pushed my shirt and bra off at the same time, leaving me exposed. I got a small thrill out of being so vulnerable for the first time in a long time. And with Sam, no less.

"You're as beautiful as I remember," he said, running his hands over my body.

"Really?" I said. He smiled, and nuzzled my neck.

"Really," he said, "and I'd love to show you what else I remember, if you'll give me the chance."

"Have I stopped you yet?" I asked.

"No, you haven't," he answered.

He started kissing down my chest, and holding my hips down against him. I toyed with his shirt, eventually pulling it over his head between kisses. I tossed it to the floor where my already discarded clothes were.

"D-do you want to take this upstairs?" I gasped as I felt Sam's hands cupping my breasts again.

"If that's what you want," he said, before rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I bit my lip, trying to think straight for a few moments.

"It might give us more room."

"Ladies first," he said, letting me get up. He got up after me, and I grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs.

When we got there, he slowly laid me back, and started to kiss down my stomach. I moaned out as his fingers graced my hips, and tugged at the waistband of my jeans. I arched my hips up, letting him pull off the rest of my clothes. I shivered as I felt his lips continuing over my skin.

He worked his way down, slowly, making sure I was almost desperate for whatever came to his mind next. When he was sure, he slowly started kissing up the inside of my thigh, rubbing my legs and hips, before running his tongue up my entrance. I arched up to meet his lips, as he flicked my clit with his tongue. He pulled my hips closer to him and I wrapped my legs around his shoulders. I began rocking my hips, trying to keep up with his pace as he swirled his tongue around inside of me, hitting all the right spots, making my body tremble.

"Oh fuck…" I gasped as he started to work me harder, his tongue moving faster and his hands working their way up my body. His fingers were rough and calloused, but his touch was soft and sensual. My skin still trembled under his touch, even after it had been so long.

I felt his hands move upwards, and soon he started massaging my tits as he thrust deeper. He caressed them gently, arousing me even more, and pressing against his hands, begging him for as much. His tongue danced over me, and his hands still remembered just want to do and how. My moans and gasps grew louder, the closer I got to my climax. But as close as I was, my body wouldn't allow itself to be pushed over that edge. Anticipation and need kept swelling up inside of me, more and more, to a point where I almost couldn't handle it.

I traced my hand down my body, adding to the pleasure Sam was making me feel. He pulled back to watch for a moment, as I pleasured myself.

"Damn…that's hot," he said as he continued watching. I played with my clit, bucking my hips harder as the pleasure rolled through my hips.

"I know it is," I said, my breathing shortened, "but who told you that you could stop"

"No one," he answered, before grabbing my hips and thrusting his tongue back inside of me.

"SAM!" I screamed out, shaking as my body came close. His tongue was hitting just the right places, driving me crazy. I kept moaning and grinding, feeling myself grow closer and closer…until that moment where I arched up in release, screaming Sam's name, and bursting into an orgasm that ripped through my body. I felt myself gush as I came, Sam licking me clean as I did.

I rocked my hips slowly as I finished, laying back and breathing heavily as I felt him kiss his way back up my body. I ran my fingers through is hair as he came back up level with me.

"I almost forgot how good you taste," Sam said as he pulled min in close.

"Well, I appreciate you reminding yourself," I said. Sam laughed.

"You're welcome."

I nuzzled up to him, and rested my head on his chest. He rubbed my back as he kissed the top of my head.

"I've missed you," I said.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded my head.

"The last few years have been…"

"Surreal?"

"Something like that," I answered.

"But I'm here now," he said.

"You're the only person who ever understood me."

Sam stroked my cheek lovingly, and pulled me close. I leaned up to kiss him softly. He deepened the kiss, slowly, and I followed his lead. He gently shifted, putting me on my back, his much larger frame hovering over mine. I drug my nails along his back, causing him to moan out against my lips.

I hooked my leg around his hip, inviting him. He supported himself with one arm, and ran his other hand over my body. I gasped into the kiss, excited by his touch.

"Sam," I whispered, looking up at him, "I need you."

"After what I just did?" he teased. I smiled at him.

"This time you get to have some fun too," I answered.

"I suppose you're right," Sam said.

He pulled me close, and kissed me passionately as he thrust into me. I held him tightly as he began to gain momentum. I rocked my hips with his as we found our rhythm and his lips trailed down my neck and chest.

The familiarity was almost overwhelming, but not in a bad way. I felt things I hadn't felt in a long time and Sam pleasured my body in a way that I was long overdue for. Every thrust and every touch sent a new wave of pleasure over me, bringing me closer and closer to having an orgasm again. I started grinding hard against him, and pushing against him, trying to flip him on his back. He pushed back, harder, holding me down.

"And just what do you think you're doing, Missy?" he said, his voice almost a growl.

"I want on top," I answered.

"Why should I let you?" he said, "I like you right where you are."

"But I'm so much fun when I'm in control," I said.

"So am I," Sam answered.

He grabbed my hips and pulled my body into his thrusts, forcing himself deeper. I screamed out in pleasure, my body shaking as he found my spot, and kept hitting it mercilessly.

"FUCK! SAM!" I moaned out, as I braced myself on the headboard. I arched my back, and tightened myself around him. He groaned in response to me, hitting my spot even harder.

"Let me on top if you want me to cum."

"It's like that now?"

"Of course it is."

Sam pulled me close, and rolled over, forcing me to straddle his hips. I held on with both legs as I balanced myself over him. I gripped his chest and smiled playfully.

"Glad you finally see it my way."

"I might like the view from this angle."

"Might?"

"I could always use the reminder," he said. I smiled as I slid my body down his cock. He moaned out as he held my hips steady.

"Fuck you're huge," I gasped as I adjusted.

"That's why you wanted this. It was all about you."

"Maybe it was."

I rocked my hips against him, gradually speeding up. I could feel even more of him, and had more control over my own pleasure. I leaned back, grabbing on to his thighs and arching my back. I heard him moan out even louder as I did, and kept grinding on him harder. He moved his hands up, squeezing and groping as he did.

I kept up my pace, and Sam arched up into me. I screamed out as I found just the right place.

"Oh god Sam!" I screamed out, "I'm so close!"

"Let me help," he said, holding on to my hips and thrusting hard into me.

He was managing to be faster and more forceful than I had ever had someone manage to be. I screamed out, louder than I had before. I arched against him, harder. In a moment, I felt the same wave of pleasure course through my body again. I screamed out before I slumped forward. Sam caught me and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I few heated moments later, I felt him pulsate inside of me as he came, filling me with his pleasure, and moaning my name as he rocked against me.

"Sam," I whispered as out spent bodies finished grinding against each other. I pulled off of him, and collapsed in his arms. He kissed the top of my head as we both tried to catch our breath.

"You were amazing,' I said as I moved in close and rested my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head, and rubbed my shoulder. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he said. I looked up at him. "After you left, I know we were young but, it hurt, you just leaving like that."

"That was…just…there are reasons I don't talk to my dad and I live so far away from him."

"I suppose so," Sam said.

"Crazy how similar things turned out for us."

"It's out there, for sure."

"I guess like ends up finding like," I said.

"I suppose you're right," he answered.

We laid in bed, talking for a while, holding hands and keeping each other close. Talk lead to play, and play lead to kissing, and kissing lead to us making love again. We kept at it most of the night, and didn't fall asleep until the early morning hours.

We couldn't have been asleep long, when we heard a pounding at my front door.

"Sammy! Come on! Let's go!" we heard Dean yell from outside.

"Not once," he groaned, "did I ever do anything like this with any girl he EVER had."

"We should invite him in, and make him listen and wait while we have a quickie then, as payback," I said. Sam laughed.

"I forgot you were just about as twisted as him," Sam said. I kissed his cheek.

"I'll take care of it," I said.

I got out of bed and quickly pulled on a t shirt and a pair of pajama pants. I ran downstairs to open the door.

"Hey Dean," I said.

"Sam still here?" he asked, half worried.

"Of course he is," I said, "stop worrying yourself, and come on in. Help yourself to whatever you like."

"Well, don't mind if I do," he said.

"Please, make yourself at home!" I said as I rushed back upstairs.

Sam may or may not have gone along with my idea of having not just one, but two go arounds (showers are always fun) before going down to meet Dean.

"Dude, really?" he said as we walked down together.

"Oh come on Dean," Sam said, "because I've never walked in on you and had to spend a night in the Impala?" Dean opened his mouth to reply, but said nothing.

"I'm not gratifying that with an answer," he said. Sam and I laughed.

"On a serious note, you guys need anything for the road?" I asked, as Sam gathered his things.

"We should be good," He said.

"Sammy is right; we can just stop somewhere on the way."

"You sure?" I asked.

"We're fine," he said.

"Alright, but don't call me complaining," I joked with him.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said, "now, I'll let you 2 say your goodbyes."

"Not until I get a hug," I said, going to do just that. "It's been good seeing you Dean."

"You too, Mercedes," he answered, "stay out of trouble."

"Take your own advice," I joked. Dean smiled.

"And that is why I like you," he said as he walked out of my front door.

"So…this is goodbye then?" I said to Sam once we were alone.

"Not like last time," he said, "I'll be back around."

"You really mean that?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. I smiled.

"Well, hopefully, I can be of help. I just can't keep calling off of work like I was. I've only got so many sick days.

"Fair enough," Sam said.

We poked and teased for a minute, before Sam gave me a hug and a quick kiss goodbye and headed out to Dean. I watched them from the doo, just like I always used to when we were younger, until their car was out of sight. I sighed sadly as I walked back into the house.