Okay, here is officially the chapter that Sam is found! I, for one, am really happy about how I wrote this chapter and there is a lemon is but its a Sam/Issa lemon. Enjoy :)

P.S - I have no idea how to tackle the whole "Crowley" issue after this chapter, so if you got any suggestions, feel free to PM or review it to me :)

- Nagiana

"You called, sweetheart?"

Issa gritted her teeth and turned around, only for her eyes to harden when she set them upon Crowley. They were standing in the same warehouse that they had met in previously, but unlike previously, Jason and Dean were absent. The demon had a wary look in his eyes as he gazed at her and she fought to hold back a snorting laugh. "Looks like my son did you a number!" She spoke, eyeing the burned right side of his face, and Crowley let out a sound of disgust as he rolled his eyes.

"I must say, I underestimated the little shit!" He glanced at her then, his eyebrows rising in interest. "Has he always been that powerful?" Issa shrugged.

"I don't know. We just recently found out he had them!" He spoke and he nodded before turning his full gaze upon her and changing the subject.

"You have something for me?" He asked, and Issa nodded as she reached into her leather coat and withdrew the shriveled monkey's paw wrapped in a white handkerchief. She threw it to him and he caught it with expert deftness. After peeking into the handkerchief, he nodded with satisfaction and tucked it into his inside suit pocket. "Where did you get it?"

"I think you know where."

Crowley let out a short laugh. "It was with his mistress? I knew it . . ."

"Then why did you make me go find me when you knew where it was?" She asked tersely. "Why did you make me meet her?"

"Because . . . because despite everything – your power as an ex. Archangel, your stubbornness and your penchant for birthing extremely annoying half-Angels, I like you. Your real – you don't lie, you don't mince things. You deserved to know that you weren't the only guilty party in your marriage." Issa shook her head.

"Where is he Crowley?" She asked and Crowley gazed at her like she had suddenly grown two heads.

"Why do you want him back so badly? You have everything now! Your relationship with Jason is back on track, you have Dean – you love him and he loves you back! Why would you sacrifice all of that for a man who didn't even stay loyal to his marriage? At least Dean stayed true in his heart and mind!"

"Well see, I could argue the same thing about Sam!" She replied coldly as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You didn't hear what Veronica told me; how he kept things from her, how he never treated her with the same amount of love and adoration as he did me. Actually, I'm not sure he even loved her to begin with!"

"You are in a shocking amount of denial! I take back everything I just said about liking you!" Crowley spoke in slight awe, and Issa furrowed her eyebrows in shock.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying! What woman in her right mind would ever take back a man who had even thought of being unfaithful to her?"

"It happened one time, three years ago."

"If it happened once, it could damn well happen again," His eyes glinted mischievously then in the light. "You know, as payback, we really should fuck sometime! After all, you have fucked almost every Archangel in existence, including some that weren't! And, hey, if it does get bad, then just close your eyes and pretend that I'm your beloved Lucifer chowing down on your naughty bits. I hear he's quite good at that -!"

"Cut through the shit and just tell me where the fuck he is, Crowley!" She interrupted him angrily and through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing in the light, and he tsked before he sighed and rolled his eyes again as he buried his hands in his pockets. "Fine, you win – partly!" He gestured to the floor underneath their feet. "He's two floors below us. Have fun though . . . I certainly did!"

Issa furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and opened her mouth to speak but when she blinked, Crowley was gone. The warehouse descended into an eerie silence and before the thought could even cross her mind that she should most likely call Dean and Jason, she took off at a run for the service elevator. Practically punching the button, her heart was racing as the service elevator rose to her floor and she was in tears by the time she was on it and practically punching at the basement button.

With water dripping from the broken pipes and rats scurrying in the corridors, Issa ran, full-throttle down the corridors, her booted feet clunking on the floor and her screaming sobs of Sam's name ripping forth from her throat. She turned down one corridor (by God, how big was this basement?) and shouted his name again. Her heart felt like breaking but quickly mended itself when she heard her name being called back. Following her name like a mantra, she sought Sam by a twisted game of Marco Polo, until finally she turned a corner and saw him. Chained from the wall and bleeding from a crisscrossing of lashes across his back and chest, he gazed at her in horror and slight wariness. Lying before him, her chest ripped out, was a Siren.

"Sam . . . Sam, oh my God . . . baby!" She murmured in horror as she darted to the chains. Clawing them open, he fell to the ground with a grunt of pain and she kneeled down beside him seconds later, one of her hands on his back while the other one helped him to his knees.

"Issa . . . Issa, is that really you . . .?" He asked and Issa nodded.

"Baby, why wouldn't it be me . . .?"

"You . . . you . . ." His gaze darted to the Siren lying before them and it was then that everything dawned on Issa. Shaking her head, she helped him to his feet.

"There's no time, Sam, we have to get you out of here! Dean and Jason are back at the hotel -!"

"Dean and Jason are here?" He asked weakly and Issa nodded as she grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. Her arm wrapping around his waist, she helped him slowly to the elevator.

"Yeah, all three of us were trying to find you." She spoke and he nodded, swallowing heavily.

"Good . . . that's good . . ." Glancing down at her as she punched the button of the elevator, he focused on settling himself on his feet. "Issa . . . oh God, baby, thank God your here!" He whispered and she swallowed heavily too as she turned her eyes up to his. She never realized it before, but Veronica's words rang true. He gazed at her with adoration, love and above all, worship and that alone, made tears appeared in her eyes.

"But I don't understand, Jason, where could she be?" Dean asked for the one millionth time as he continued to pace their hotel room. Jason shrugged for the one millionth time as he sat down on the edge of the hotel bed and turned his eyes up to his uncle. "For God's sake, she even took my baby!" He spat bitterly as his ran his fingers through his hair. Jason opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted by the hotel room door suddenly thrown open. It revealed Issa on the threshold supporting none other than . . . Sam.

"Sam!"

"Dad, is that you?"

Jason and Dean gazed at them in shock but Issa threw them each a mean glance when they crowded around them. "Back the fuck off, he needs the bed!" She snapped and immediately, the two men backed off as Issa hurried as fast as she could to the nearest bed, where she gently helped him sit down on it, conscious of the still bloody lashes on his chest and back. Flying over to him and settling on her knees before him, her hands framed his face as she looked worriedly into his eyes before she proceeded to feel his head and began check his wounds.

"One of you, get me the First Aid Kit in the bathroom!" She snapped over her shoulder and Jason nodded hurriedly as he moved back into the bathroom and shuffled around under the counter for the white or red First Aid Kit. Dean watched with a wary eye, the way she flitted around Sam like a clucking mother hen – like a wife who cared and was worried about her husband.

"Here mom, I've found it!" Jason spoke as he crossed the room towards her and handed her the First Aid Kit. She nodded and smiled weakly at him.

"Thank you baby - now give us some privacy, please? I'm sure your father wants to rest and I need to tend to his wounds" She asked them and Jason nodded as he glanced at Dean. Dean gazed at her pointedly for a moment before nodding himself.

"Yeah . . . yeah, of course we will. We'll be in my hotel room if you need us . . ." He spoke before he herded Jason to the connecting door. Shooting Issa one more glance over his shoulder, he and Jason entered the hotel room seconds later, closing the door behind them and leaving Sam and Issa alone together for the first time in months.

"Oh God, Sam . . .!" She murmured again as she framed his face with her hands and allowed the tears to come freely to her eyes. He held her as close to him as he dared with his wounds and they stayed like that for a moment, Sam holding her as she cried and sobbed. Sam's arms felt so protective – so warm and wonderful. She knew they would have to deal with a lot of things in the weeks to come but just for right now, they were reunited again and Issa never felt more complete.

"Issa . . . Issa could you maybe do something . . .?" He asked, laughing a little as she moved back onto her heels and nodded as she wiped the blood from her eyes.

"How um . . . how bad are you?" She asked and he sighed.

"Help me to my feet . . ." He grunted and knitting her eyebrows together in confusion, she got to her feet and helped him to hers. "Now help me undress . . ."

"Sam, I really don't think -!"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, babe, I just need to get down to my briefs!" He laughed, even though it pained him, and she nodded, blushing slightly as she undid his belt and then the button and fly to his jeans. Even more tears appeared in her eyes as she helped undress him and as her eyes feasted on the lashes that covered his legs as well. Some even looked in the beginning stages of infection. Oh God . . . she would kill Crowley if she ever got her hands on his slimeball neck!

"Baby, I don't know what I can do!" She murmured tearfully as she shook her head. "I don't -!"

"Come on, Issa, you gotta do something!" He spoke and she nodded and swallowed heavily as she guided him back to sitting on the edge of the bed and opened the First Aid Kit. There was only a small bottle of disinfectant and Aquaphor, a bottle of Tylenol and a small piling of gauze pads. Shakily, she picked up her cellphone and dialed Dean's number. He picked up seconds later.

"Dean . . .? Yeah, I'm going to need you to run to the drugstore or if you can, to the nearest Hospital storage room!"

"Okay . . . that should do it . . ." Issa spoke in a choked voice as she replaced everything in either the First Aid Kit or the bright red Biohazard bags that Dean had nabbed from one of the Hospital storerooms he had come back from. Sam's almost entire body was wrapped in gauze, almost like a mummy and her eyes were tear-stained and puffy from when she had cried as she had dressed his wounds. Guilt lanced through her with every pained grunt and cry from Sam because of how she had slept with Dean and although she knew Sam was not completely innocent too, that did little to take the pain and guilt away.

She just wanted things to go back to normal!

"You did good baby . . ." He smiled wryly and she returned his smile as she took his hand and shook two oxycodone into it from the bottle in her hand.

"Here, this should help with the pain . . ." She spoke quietly as she picked up the cup of water from the nearby bedside table and handed it to him. He downed the pills and the water in one smooth motion before he held the cup out to her again.

"Can I get some more water? My throat is dry . . ." He smiled and Issa wondered at that smile for a minute before she realized that, that was the very same line she had spoken to him the morning after she had Fallen. She looked down for a moment before nodding and taking the cup.

"Yeah . . . yeah, of course you can, just let me go get it . . ." She spoke as she stood and moved over to the bathroom sink, where she filled it up. She was tired and she was cold. All she wanted to do was go sleep!

She returned to him with the cup of water and handed it to him. He took it, their fingers brushing and she immediately felt the spark of powerful warmth that spread up through her fingers. She recoiled slightly, her hand moving mechanically back to her side. She hadn't thought about the warmth she needed for months now. She supposed Dean gave her just enough to keep it pleasantly ignorable, but now that she was with Sam again, the warmth came flooding back in a way that only her Bondmate could give her.

Sam slowly lowered the plastic cup of water and Issa sighed as she lowered her eyes to the floor, trying to beat back the wave of warmth that spiked throughout her body. "I should uh. . . probably go tell Jason and Dean that you're fine. You should probably get some rest . . ." She muttered but Sam's hand shot out and grabbed hers. Heat spiked upwards from her fingers again and she swallowed hard.

"Don't tell me you don't feel that . . ." He whispered. "For God's sake Issa, your almost as cold as the grave! How did you survive this long?"

Issa wordlessly shook her head and shrugged weakly. "I'm . . . Jason helped," She spoke quickly. "He's your son – we created him together – it makes sense that he could have some juice in him. Its . . ." She shrugged again. "Hugging him helped but let's just say that with all the hugs he got from me over the months, he probably thought I was deranged half the time!"

Sam grinned and laughed as he pulled her closer to him, his hand smoothing over her waist. Even through the cloth of her shirt, she could feel the warmth of his hand against her skin . . . warm and protective and relaxing. Reluctantly, she stepped closer to him and when he pulled her down to him, their lips connecting seconds later in a deep, passionate kiss, she knew Dean and Jason would have to wait until the next day to know whether he was alright.

"We shouldn't be doing this . . . your hurt for God's sake!" She whispered when they broke apart for air, and Sam nodded as the two of them quickly and silently undressed her.

"I know, so we'll just have to be careful . . ." He whispered back as he pulled Issa down onto his lap. She was straddling him, her bronze body illuminated in the dull light of the hotel room's lamps on the walls above the beds, and Sam's breath caught in his throat as he gazed up at her – at the near perfect body that now straddled him. For so long he had thought he had lost her – that he would never see her again. Now that he was, he could hardly believe his eyes!

Their tongues fought for dominance as strong hands cupped her ass and lifted her up slightly, her stomach entering free-fall mode milliseconds later. Issa moaned then as he entered her - as warmth shot throughout her body from her center, like the roots of a tree anchoring in the earth and it felt amazing – beyond amazing, even! Her breath caught in her throat and she whimpered his name as he rocked her hips against his. His lips fell onto her neck, better for him to run his teeth and lips over her collarbone and the pulse point of her neck which earned another tiny whimper from her. He knew every spot on her body that could turn her into goop in his hands and even after fifteen years of marriage and untold torture at both Lucifer and Crowley's hands, he still knew every one of them.

Sam was clearly experienced, but it was obvious that he had never been with anyone like Issa – and that he never would be. The sheer pleasure and animal-like passion that she induced when they made love was almost inhuman. A Gate to Hell could have opened right underneath him, and he would never have noticed it as long as she continued rocking so deliciously against him.

The cool air around them was the only witness to their low moans and gasps of pleasure; the cool air conditioned air was the only thing that kissed the beading sweat on their skin, and their hands smoothed over each other's body, the smooth, rippling muscles of Sam's bronze chest and arms, the suppleness of Issa's skin, the fullness of her breasts. . .

Her feet planted on the bed behind him, her hands falling onto his knees behind her as his mouth descended onto her nipple, his hands moving behind her back and sinking into the wealth of ebony curls falling from her head as her hips rocked against his. It felt so good to feel her again after he had been stuck in that Hell for what seemed like an eternity. He had dreamed about this moment for months.

After what seemed like an eternity of stilled pleasure, Issa reached a blinding climax, warmth exploding throughout her body like it hadn't in months. Sam gripped her close as he released inside of her and Issa bit down hard onto her lip as she let out an accompanied moan and squeezed her eyes shut with the pleasure and warmth, her head falling back against her shoulders. Both of them were oblivious to any attention they might have drawn from the hotel room next door and when her breath had been sufficiently caught, she got off of him and collapsed onto the bed beside him, Sam descending gingerly onto his side seconds later. His side was the only place he could lay on without pain lancing throughout his body. He also thought the super behind-the-counter painkillers helped too.

Sam watched as she picked up her phone and texted Jason that he was fine – that they would meet in the morning. She didn't text Dean because she didn't want to face him at the moment. That issue was one Hell of a can of worms – a can of worms she didn't know if she had the strength to contend with. When she set the phone aside, he smiled and took her into his arms, where he kissed her deeply and passionately, his tongue filling her mouth again as his hands ran deeply into her hair. It said everything that he felt – his happiness as being back; at being with her and knowing she and Jason were safe. It brought tears to her eyes again. She had him back . . . she finally had him back and now, maybe things could go back to normal!