A/N I still don't have any rights to Supernatural, not even a small share, sorry! Would share otherwise!! Still fluttering my eyelashes and flashing some cleavage, but it just won't work!!! Damn it!!

Sorry for all you Darcy fans out there, had to add more drama to her life!!

Total shocker with Miller!! Now, hands up all of you who saw that one coming!! Can guarantee you don't know what's really going to happen next with him!!! Ellie-don't give anything way now lol!!!

.x and Davids-gurl222, the two who have follwed me from the beginning, thank you! xxx

By the way, went bowling this weekend and no vending machines were hurt!! Plus I won two games out of five, well, someone had to loose the other three didn't they?!?!

Thanks for the reviews guys, keep them coming!!

Chapter Twelve.

"Darcy, can you hear me?" Sam's voice softly filled Darcy's ears, her hands was in his and she was in a strange bed.

"Sam?" She opened her eyes slowly. Wow she her head hurt big time.

"Yeah Darce, I'm here. And so is Vicky."

"Darcy? Honey?" Vicky rushed over to the bed and touched her friends cheek.

Darcy looked from her friend to her boyfriend and back to her friend with an extreme look of confusion on her face.

"What happened? Where am I?" She asked, getting frightened at her strange surroundings.

"You were drugged." Sam informed her. "But we found you just in time and you're going to be o.k, everything will be fine."

"What time is it?" She asked.

"It's four in the morning sweetie." Vicky informed her. "The doctor said as soon as you woke up and had something to eat then we could take you home." Vicky looked at Sam. "I'll go tell the nurse she's awake."

Sam nodded and Vicky left the cold and sterile hospital room in search of a nurse so she could take her friend home.

"I got drugged?" Darcy asked, as Sam sat on the edge of her bed and held her hand tighter.

"Yeah baby, by one of Millers friends."

"Why? Who?"

"I don't know why and the who part doesn't matter. They won't come any where near you again I promise."

"Did anything happen?" Darcy felt sick to the stomach, someone she knew had done this to her and Lord knows what else.

"No, I got there in time and kicked his ass."

"Who Sammy, I need to know."

"Gareth."

"Gareth? I share classes with him." A hint of panic was rising in her voice.

"Calm down babes, you won't be in any classes with him. Not when I've finished with him."

The door swung open and in walked a doctor with Vicky behind and a tray of food.

"Miss Singer, we took blood tests every hour and a half when you were asleep and they all came back fine, we managed to flush out the drug with a saline I.V so if you could just have something to eat and then let us know how you feel after we can see about letting you go home." The doctor informed her.

Darcy nodded.

"How are you feeling?" The doctor took her pulse and checked her pupil response with his pen light.

"My head hurts."

"No dizziness?"

"No."

"Try to eat and I'll be back in a half hour."

With that the doctor left and Vicky places the tray on the bed and Darcy sat up. Cheese sandwich and lime jello, very nice.

Darcy looked at the food and at her friend.

"Lime?" She said with a look of disgust on her face which caused Sam and Vicky to let out a small laugh.

"Couldn't find any chocolate pudding, sorry!" She smiled, Darcy smiled back.

Darcy began to eat. She was slightly hungry, but would have ratherd some spaghetti instead.

Sam and Vicky watched for any signs that she would be sick or pass out, there were none.

Half an hour went by and Darcy had the I.V removed from the back of her left hand and was now dressed in her clothes and waiting with Vicky for Sam to get the car.

Vicky drove Sam and Darcy back to the little house where he now lived in silence, Darcy pretending to be asleep, feeling guilty the whole time about being in that way in the first place and allowing herself to be drugged.

She felt the car come to a stop and Sam moved to get out and picked up Darcy bridal style.

"Sam?" Vicky's voice rang out. "She's going to blame herself, don't let her ok?"

"You know I won't. Thanks Vick."

"No worries. Take care of her."

"Will do."

The car door shut and Darcy was carried through the door of the house and laid out on the sofa.

She pretended to wake up and sat one the edge of the seat.

"Sam?" She asked.

"Hey, you're awake!" He smiled.

"Yeah, are you ok?"

"Should be me asking you that. But yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason. You were very quite back at the hospital."

"I was worried about you."

Darcy nodded and Sam remained silent, not looking at her.

This made Darcy think that he was avoiding her eye contact and he was angry at her, but really, Sam was confused. He thought Miller had liked Darcy and had no idea about him being gay. But then again, Sam had heard rumors that he was a real womanizer. This made him more confused.

"Sam talk to me. Are you mad at me?"

This bought Sam out of his thoughts in an instance.

"What? No! No way am I mad at you. Darcy I love you, it hurt to see you like that.I just had a really weird-" Darcy kissed him and he kissed her back.

It was soft and gentle, but soon became more.

Sam pulled away, not wanting to push her after her ordeal.

"We shouldn't. You've had a long night."

"Don't you want me anymore?"

"Of course I do! But you need to sleep, we both do."

"I don't want to." She leaned in for another kiss. Sam didn't pull away this time, but let his feelings for Darcy and his passion take over.

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Sam woke up to the smell of bacon. The sunlight was bright in the living room, and he found he was covered in a blanket and nothing else.

He located his jeans and put them on and walked through to the kitchen.

Darcy was wearing his shirt, cooking for him. After what she had been through last night, she still managed to radiate beauty. The clock read eleven, they hadn't long gotten to sleep.

Sam walked up to Darcy as she was serving bacon and cheese on toast and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.

"Morning Sammy Sunshine." She smiled. "Hope you're hungry."

"Starved. How are you feeling?"

Darcy out the frying pan down and turned around to kiss him.

"I'm fine. Hungry though. Headaches gone too." She kissed him again and propped her self up on the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist. Sam was surprised to find out she had nothing else on under that shirt.

"That's good news." He said in between kisses. "Want to have a night in tonight?"

"Just you and me?"

"Just you and me."

"I'd love too Sam."

"Good, then we should eat, run you a bath and I'll go get some movies from town."

"Sounds like a plan Batman!"

Sam was reluctant for Darcy to stop kissing him but his stomach rumbled so loudly it gave away how hungry he really was.

Darcy took this as her cue to jump down and hand her hungry boyfriend a plate. They went over to the breakfast bar and began to eat.

Sam was glad she was feeling better. It meant he could go ahead with his plan and spend a perfect night with his girl.

They ate in silence and when they were done, Darcy went to clean the dishes, Sam disappeared upstairs and ran a bath. They had no bubble bath, but instead he ran shower gel under the hot tap and it seemed to work just as well.

He found a shirt and socks and went down stairs to put on his shoes and put his wallet and keys in his pocket. Darcy walked up with a huge grin on her face and kissed his cheek.

"You look like you're up to something Sam Winchester!" She smiled.

"That's for me to you know and you to possibly find out later. I've run you a bath. Take as long as you like."

"I don't have any clothes to change in to."

"I'll pick up some stuff from your place on the way back?" Sam offered.

"Ok, well you know where the spare key is. In the closet there's a pink weekend bag, there's a carrier bag in there, don't look in it ok?"

"Ok, promise."

"Ok, so just jeans and shirt and toothbrush. You sure you're ok to do that?"

"Sure, wouldn't have offered otherwise."

Darcy smiled at her perfect gentleman and kissed him.

"Thank you." She said.

"No worries. Go for your bath, I'll be back soon ok?"

"Ok." Darcy went up stairs, she knew Sam would look in the bag, and she knew the look on his face would be priceless when he did.

Sam went out the door and headed for the car. He double checked his wallet, he still had the money his dad had loaned him. First stop was to Darcy's to get her clothes, then to the jewelry store and then on the get the flowers, wine and movies. Candles were already in the trunk and he had take out menus. The plan was in action.

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Darcy enjoyed a long soak and immersed herself in the smell of Sam's shower gel. She washed her hair and got out. The towels weren't as soft and fluffy like the ones she had, but this was a mans house after all.

She let out the water and dried her hair with another towel and walked to Sam's room.

It was nice, a small double bed with navy blue bedding, wooden floor and a dresser with a C.D player and a mirror above it on the wall. The walls were a pale bottle green.

There was something on the mirror, on closer inspection, Darcy saw it was a picture of her and Sam that Vicky had taken when they were all at her place in the summer. Sam was sat on the floor with his back against the sofa, Darcy was sat in between his legs, his arms wrapped around her, he nads on his arms, both smiling, both so in love. Darcy smiled at this picture. She had forgotten Vicky had taken any pictures, she was going to have to ask for a copy of this one to frame.

Darcy looked at the alarm clock on Sam's night stand, he had been gone an hour, hopefully he would be back soon.

I can't stay in a towel until he gets back, she thought to herself. Luckily, there was a pile of clean clothes on the bottom of Sam's bed. She picked out a grey t-shirt and black boxer shorts. Hopefully they would fit her. She dried and dressed, and went to the bathroom to hang up her wat towels. Smiling to herself as she remembered how much she loved him now that he was a permanent fixture in her life, now she was allowed to have deep feelings for him.

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Sam had gotten Darcy's clothes and the flowers, he had also picked up some fresh bread and nice french pastries. He was lucky to look older than he was but apparently not old enough, he couldn't get the wine. But there was some beer in the fridge, and some juice. Not prefect but it would do. He had also gotten the movies and also picked up his new uniform, a deep blue polo shirt for his new job at the video store which started Monday after school. He couldn't wait to tell Darcy, and he couldn't wait to pay his dad back, he hated owing any money to any one.

He had also picked up his small package from the jewelers.

Two hours, record timing. He had three miles to go until he got home.

He had done the total opposite of what Darcy had told him, he had looked in the bag. And he was pleased with what he saw.

A light pink lacy teddy and tiny knickers to go with it. She'll look so cute in this, he thought to himself, smiling.

Luckily Sarah wasn't home when he went in for the clothes, but there was a huge pile of freshly ironed garments on the bed. Sam picked out her favourite jeans, the bright blue ones, and her black diamante tank top, she had been wearing them when they went bowling, and she had looked so nice in them.

He also picked up the clean underwear and socks and her hairbrush. He looked her dressing table, so many bottles of perfume!!! He sniffed each of the ten bottles to see which one he remembered her wearing the most. He was so confused, how could any one own so much perfume? In the end he picked up a bottle that looked like a red apple and read DKNY on a small label and grabbed her hair brush. He knew she liked make up but feared for his sanity so decided not to even go there. He packed it all up and quickly left shaking his head.

Note to self, never buy Darcy perfume, make up a=or anything like that, gift vouchers only, he thought to himself.