Hello again my lovely readers.

Not much to say today. Just a little warning that this is another, slightly naughty chapter.

Sam's having problems and shutting Natalie out. Whatever will she do to help him relax and open up to her? Read on and find out.

Sam pushed himself to do two more pushups. His arms screamed his wrist throbbed, but he did them. Standing he stretched. His body hurt, but it was his hurt. It was starting to get dark, so Sam finally headed toward the house. Once the house was in sight, Sam noticed, that the Impala was gone. Walking a little faster he hurried into the house. A wonderful smell hit him, and his stomach jumped.

"Natalie."

"Kitchen." She called back. "Dean left a note, he went with Bobby, doesn't know when they'll be back."

"What's that smell?"

Natalie stepped out of the kitchen smiling. She had changed into her 'house clothes'. Which was an old pair of sweats and tank top. Her hair was pinned up out of her way. Sam couldn't help but smile, she was adorable.

"I'm calling it Natalie's Surprise One. And it's almost ready, so go clean up."

"Yes ma'am." Sam ran upstairs, and took a quick shower. Pulling on his sweats, and an old t-shirt he headed back down stairs. "Need any help?"

"Nope, just you to come and eat." Sam came into the kitchen, to find Natalie already at the table. Two plates full of food sat on the table. "I didn't know if you wanted water, soda, or both."

"Both is good." Sam said, sitting down. "It smells great."

"Dig in."

Sam took a bite and smiled. "And it tastes wonderful."

Natalie shrugged. "You would be surprised, what you can do with ground beef, and a can of soup."

They settled into a slightly uncomfortable silence. Sam asked a few questions about school. Natalie mostly just shrugged, or nodded. Once they were finished, they both cleaned up. While Sam finished drying, Natalie left the kitchen. Sam knew she was upset, and he didn't blame her. He'd been a complete ass most of the day. Tossing the towel on the counter, he walked into the living room. Not surprising, she was curled up, on one end of the couch, reading. She had almost read every book Bobby had.

Sitting down on the other end facing her, Sam asked. "Do we need to talk?"

Natalie made a big show of replacing her bookmark, closing the book, and sitting it on the side table. She then sat up, and faced him. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I know you're pissed."

"I'm not pissed."

"Fine upset." Sam said. "Look, I'm sorry okay? I just needed a little time."

"I know that." Natalie's voice was a little too calm.

"So then what's wrong?"

"Truth or Dare?" Natalie asked.

"Come on, really?" Sam sighed. He looked at Natalie, she stared back unblinking. Sighing he said. "Truth."

"What really bothered you the most today?"

Sam thought a minute. "The fact they knew something about me. I suddenly felt exposed. My turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Are you really pissed at me?"

Natalie smiled. "No I'm not pissed. Just a little upset. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Were you mad at me for stopping you?"

"A little." Sam answered honestly. "But I was madder at myself, for losing it so easily. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Would you really get a tattoo?"

Natalie laughed. "I didn't think you were listening. You and Fred were so into that science question."

"That didn't answer my question."

"Yes, I've thought of it once or twice. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

Natalie smiled. She had been waiting for this. "I dare you to take off your shirt." Sam's eyes went wide. Natalie hadn't seen him without a shirt on, since the day he was taken.

Sighing, Sam sat up. His hands shook slightly, as he pulled the t-shirt off. Natalie leaned forward. A long red scar, was now across his stomach. She could even still see a few faded bruises. Reaching out a hand she touched the scar. His muscles jerked. Getting on her knees, Natalie leaned closer looking over his shoulder. The scar she'd come to know, was again red and raw looking, and it seemed to her a little longer. Sitting back she looked at him, his face turned away. She ran a hand down his arm. His muscles flexed with her touch. Her hand slid up to his face, she gently turned him to look at her.

"Please don't pull away from me."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are." Natalie ran a finger down his cheek. "You did today at school, and then again when we came home. You are now." She moved closer to him. "You've kept yourself hidden from me." Leaning closer, she brushed her lips across his. She then trailed kisses up his neck, stretching over his shoulder, kissing the scar on his back. He tightened but she kept kissing, her hand reached out, and with one finger she traced across his stomach. Moving, she straddled his lap, pushing him back slightly. She continued kissing him, this time trailing kisses down his chest, until she reached the scar. He moaned tensing again.

Her tongue slid out, barely touching the very end of the scar. Sam gasped. Natalie smiled. She slowly ran her tongue down the full length of the scar. When she reached the end she could feel Sam panting. Working her way back up she claimed his lips. He instantly responded.

Breaking the kiss, she moved to his ear, biting it slightly. "You taste so good."

A low moan escaped him.

Sitting up, she looked into his eyes. "It's your turn."

Licking his lips Sam said breathlessly. "Truth or Dare?"

Natalie smiled, leaning over kissing him. Their lips still touching, she answered. "Dare."

"I dare you to keep going."

Natalie lightly bit his bottom lip. "You asked for it." She stood taking his hands, and pulling him up. Not letting go, she pulled him upstairs to her room. Shoving him in, she kicked the door closed, then gently pushed him onto bed. Again straddling him she took his hands pinning them above his head. "I plan to map out every inch of you." Leaning over she ran her tongue across his collar bone. "When I'm done, the only marks that will matter, will be the ones I placed."

Sam shivered and smiled. "Sounds good to me."

"Good." She tightened her grip on his arms. "Leave them here. This is my show." She waited until he nodded, before she slid her hands down his arms. Sitting up she looked down at him. "You are so close to perfect, it hurts." When Sam shook his head, and opened his mouth, Natalie covered it with hers. Her tongue slid out running along his lips until they opened for her. When their tongues met Sam moaned. Natalie broke the kiss, her face hovering above his. "Don't even think of arguing with me, Sam Winchester."

"Wouldn't think of it."

She saw one of his arms start to move. Letting out a small growl she nipped his shoulder. "Don't move."

"I want to touch you." Sam's voice was suddenly low and husky.

Natalie ran her tongue around Sam's ear before saying. "You've had your fun. It's my turn." As she again started to work her way down his body, Sam had to close his eyes. His body felt as though it was on fire. He was only partially aware when she slid her fingers down the waist of his pants and started to pull. As the pants started to slide down he tensed. He'd always kept those scars from her. Her mouth was again moving across his stomach, following the pants down.

"Natalie." Sam breathed out.

Natalie raised up, and looked into his eyes. "You've gotten to see me. It's my turn." Sam nodded slightly, as he raised his hips up. Smiling, Natalie slid the pants down. Now standing at the foot of the bed, Natalie let herself take in the complete sight that was Sam. Her Sam. That thought made her smile even more. Finally reaching his face, her smile slipped slightly, his eyes were closed. Sliding back onto the bed and up his body, she kissed each eye. He opened them looking at her. "I was wrong, you aren't close to perfect." She smiled. "You are perfect."

Again Sam opened his mouth to argue, but was quickly silenced. He again couldn't stop the moan that escaped him. Her hands were now exploring him, sending small electric like sparks through his body. She had left his mouth, and was now traveling across his body. Between feather kisses and light bites, Sam thought he was going to burst. Her mouth touched the scar on his leg, and he knew he would. When he felt her tongue slowly traveling up he closed his eyes, his hips arching up again. Natalie instantly answered sliding him into her mouth. Sam groaned. He couldn't take much more. His mind muddled with pleasure, his eyes shot open when Natalie's mouth claimed his again. Sam had to grab the covers, the ache to touch her, almost too much. When he felt himself slide into her he couldn't take it anymore. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. The kiss deepened as she moved. Feeling the pressure building, Sam held Natalie tighter. She moved her mouth to his neck, peppering light kisses. Sam knew he'd lost any control of his body. It reacted only to Natalie now. Her mouth found that tender spot on his neck, sending a chill through him. She bit him slightly. When the bite hardened, Sam knew he was gone. Natalie raised up a moment locking eyes with him. Her eyes full of pleasure, her lips swollen from kissing. She leaned over kissed him one more time, before diving to his neck and biting him. Sam's world exploded.

Natalie collapsed on top of Sam, her ear landing on top of his heart. She smiled feeling the pounding under her. His breathing was fast and shallow. She laid there a moment enjoying the feel of him. After a short time she moved slightly and Sam groaned. Pushing herself up, he groaned again.

"Oh god Sam, did I hurt you?"

Sam opened his eyes, they were still slightly dilated. "Just move a little faster."

"Okay." Natalie quickly moved off of him. He moaned but didn't move. "I did, didn't I?" She moved onto her knees her hands instantly running over him. "Where are you hurt? Oh god, Dean's going to kill me."

Sam caught both her hands in one of his. "You didn't hurt me."

"But you…"

Sitting up quickly he pulled her to him and kissed her. "You didn't hurt me. The fact is, that my body is still reacting to you."

She glanced down, and blushed slightly. "Oh, I thought you'd…I mean didn't you…? It sure felt like you did."

"I did, all of the above." Sam smiled, rolling over, pinning her under him. "My turn."