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One Week Later

It was finally the morning of getting Sam and Dean out of jail. My suspicions of the authorities not playing nice were correct, and their little FBI friend also "happened" to be in town the day Sam and Dean were arrested.

Sam called me every night, giving me updates on where they are in the case. A fiend was let loose after the prison opened up one of the cells that was locked away for 30 years. They were doing their best to work with their public defender on what the fiend was without letting her in on our world.

We didn't have enough time on the phone so all we could talk about was the case. However, just hearing Sam's voice alone was enough to ease my anxieties. I didn't care how long we had on the phone as long as I could talk to him.

I drove the Impala to the prison, hoping that the person that Dean said would let me in the prison didn't call out sick or was fired. The last thing I wanted was to be tangled up in the authorities and not be able to hunt without raising suspicions. Sam and Dean needed someone who was able to go out once in a while if it wasn't safe for them to do it.

I reached the prison gates, a guard stopping me. He came over to my window and tapped it, indicating for me to roll it down. Once I did, he asked, "Where's the mark?"

I knew immediately that he meant my anti-possession tattoo. I pulled my shirt down a bit to expose the area. He took one look at it and nodded, giving me instructions on where to park out of sight and that the boys will be out as soon as possible.

I did as he said and parked near the door he said Sam and Dean would be getting out of. I put the car in park and sat in the back seat. I locked the car doors, which may delay us a bit from getting out, but after last night's demon attack, I wasn't going to take any chances.

I laid down in the back with my bag as a pillow. My eyes began to grow heavy as I started to fall in to a deep slumber.

I was startled awake by the sound of loud knocking. Sam and Dean were both on their respective sides of the car and looked confused on why I locked the car. I quickly unlocked both sides and handed Dean the keys to get the Impala started.

"Why did you lock the doors?" Dean asked in frustration.

"I'll explain in a few," I said, "Let's just focus on getting the hell out of here and get to some kind of safety."

Dean nodded and began to drive out. Sam, meanwhile, looked at me a bit with confusion and concern in his eyes. I looked back at him, assuring him that I was okay and that all will be answered when we are as far away from the place as possible.

"So we know the name of the nurse and where she's buried," Dean explained, "Sam and I will go to the graveyard, dig her up and burn the bones along with our prison suits. You stay by the Impala and keep watch."

"You don't want me to come with?"

"In the off chance the cops do catch us, we at least want to keep you out of jail and not give them another face to watch out for," Sam said.

We soon reached the graveyard which was almost smack dab in the midde of nowhere. Dean pulled over to the side of the road and I handed both boys their new clothes. They immediately went into the graveyard and I climbed into the driver's seat, preparing the use the horn in the off chance I saw someone come by.

It felt like hours, but both men came back to the car in their regular clothes. I went into the back seat while Dean took his place as the driver side and Sam got in the back with me. He put one arm around me and pulled me close, my head resting on his chest.

"Now, why did you lock the doors?" Dean asked as we began to drive off.

No point in telling any white lies here.

"The night I picked up Baby here," I said, "I...had a little face off..."

"Face off?" Sam asked.

"...with a demon"

I felt Sam's body tense up while Dean looked at me through the rear view mirror, his eyes wide with concern.

"Please tell me you didn't let it talk it's bullshit to you," Dean said.

"Oh, it talked, but I mainly tuned it out the best I could. The demons...they know...they know I'm here."

"Well, we figured that they were going to find out sooner or later. We haven't exactly been...quiet with our hunts."

"That's not all, though," I said, looking up at Sam. "It said some stuff...about you."

Sam looked back at me wide eye. "What did it say?"

I shrugged. "Almost nothing I didn't know about already, but it was saying something about a war coming around...and that Sam and the people like him were going to be soliders? I don't know honestly. I can't tell if this thing was bullshitting its way out of me sending it back to hell or if there was some kind of truth to it."

"Demons lie all the time," Sam said, "It's what they're good at."

"Yes, but sometimes they mix the truth in there as well. To either create confusion and chaos or to get that trust so they can manipulate us later."

"Well, what else did big mouth say to you?" Dean asked.

"Honestly? Something about Sam being...the choosen one for Lucifer?"

Dean let out a loud laugh, startling me. "Oh, that's a gem!" he said, "These demons...always on to some kind of new craptastic story."

"I don't know Dean. With Sam's abilities and the others who have met up with yellow eyes...I wouldn't doubt that something was being planned."

"Woah, okay, you're telling me you believe this?"

"No, I'm saying that...we just need to be cautious, keep our ears to the ground."

Dean just scoffed. "Yeah, well keeping our ears to the ground...only will get us more lies because those demons love to talk."

I sighed. There was no point in arguing this. I was just glad both of them were back and that I could finally really be with Sam.

I snuggled in closer, listening to Sam's heart beat as my eyes drifted off. His one hand began to play with my hair a bit before looking down at me.

"Tired, sweetheart?" he asked.

I nodded. "It's been hard to sleep this past week," I admitted, "I was scared...that you both were going to be locked away..."

Sam gave me a little look of sympathy before giving me a little kiss on the head. He then unwrapped his arm around me, taking off his jacket and setting it on my body. I found myself smiling a bit as I laid my head in his lap. My eyes began to shut completely as one hand rested on my arm while the other massaged my head a bit.

3rd Person POV

Sam watched Sarah fall into a deep slumber. He smiled a bit, but a part of him felt a little guilty for putting through the stress of this past week.

He really didn't want to do that job, but he knew that Dean would be in trouble if it was just him.

"Thank God the both of you aren't making out in the back," Dean said, breaking the silence.

Sam scoffed. "I don't think Sarah would want that, either. Doesn't...strike me as the type to kiss like that in front of people."

Dean smiled. "I'm glad she's back. I know I went to little extreme measures to get the both of you together...but playing marriage counselor once just seemed better than watching some daytime teen drama in real life, every day."

"Yeah well..." Sam said, "I'm glad you did."

The car was silent, Sarah's steady breathing the only audible thing in the Impala. Dean would put on some tunes but he didn't want to disturb her. He knew she would yell at him for not allowing her to get some sleep.

"Hey Dean?" Sam said.

"Hm?"

"I know you've insisted this time and time again, but...I can't deny how beautiful Sarah is, and I know you think she's at least pretty. I'm just wondering...did you...ever once..."

"No, Sam," Dean said, "The thought of it just makes me want to throw up. But...to tell you the truth...I just never saw her that way. I guess all the times she was left with us while her parents helped Dad, I came to love her, but as a sister. I've watched her grow along with you, and the idea of going that route with her is just...something that I can't see."

Sam nodded, understanding a bit on where Dean was coming from.

"I don't think I ever saw her as a sister," he said, "I saw her as a best friend...then eventually I began to just notice her...in a different light."

"Yeah well that at least makes it easier for you two," Dean said, "I'd be a little concerned if you both saw each other as siblings before getting together."

Sam chuckled a bit, looking back down at Sarah. He continued to massage her head while stroking her arm a bit, soothing her while she continued to sleep.

"I'm just...glad you're at least happy again. If anything, Sarah is the one person who understands us...mainly you, though."

Sam gave a small smile, knowing what Dean meant. He always imagined a future with Jess, even going as far as wanting to propose to her. However, Jess wouldn't have understood the life like Sarah does. Sure, Sam wanted to keep the hunting part of his past in the past, but after everything, he knew that it was impossible, and Jess probably wouldn't have wanted any part of that.

He still missed Jess, a lot. The guilt of her death still plagued him to this day and he'll never get over that. He worried for Sarah as well, which is what kept him from admitting his feelings for her, but he loved that he could be open with her and he knew she could fight for herself.

A Few Hours Later

Sarah's POV

When we finally arrived at a motel for the evening, Sam and I got our own room after I insisted to Dean that I wanted to be alone with Sam. Thankfully, he took the hint and the motel had some vacancy.

Sam, on the other hand, was confused as to why I wanted to be alone with him. As smart as he is, Sam wasn't very good at picking up cues. I didn't mind it at all. I actually thought it was really cute.

When we got into our room, I immediately turned around and kissed him. I started off softly but then got a bit more needy. He kissed me back, a little surprised by the kiss at first but then going along with it.

He pulled away from me and smirked. "Oh, so THAT'S why you wanted a room alone with me.

He sat down on the bed and I sat on his lap. "You did me a favor before you went to jail," I said as I kissed up and down his neck, "Yet...you wouldn't let me give you a little bit of fun as well."

"I seem to remember the both of us finishing," he said in a teasing voice.

"Yeah but...you swatted my hand away before I could get to your goods," I said, staring at him and giving him the most pouty look possible.

Sam chuckled and I saw his face go red. Even in a sexy situatuon like this, he will still act shy. It was adorable.

"Well...I wasn't sure if you wanted to...go down on me."

"Why..." I asked, "I told you before that it wasn't my first time."

"I don't know...I guess I wanted to see what you were into and...make it more about you," Sam said. His face got a little red, "Sorry...I know that sounds cheesy but..."

I shut him up with a quick kiss on the lips. Pulling away after biting his lower lip, I smiled and pushed some of his hair out of the way. "No...I think it's very sweet. I just felt bad when we finally did it the first time because I felt like you weren't given enough attention."

He gave me a sweet smile and leaned in to kiss me. This kiss had a slow and sweet feeling to it with a little hint of lust. Sam laid down on the bed as I crawled on top of him, not breaking our kiss. His hands raised the hem of my shirt upwards a bit as he stroked my bare lower back. We broke the kiss real quick so he could adjust himself and have his head lay on the pillows. Our lips reconnected and this time, it was a lot more needy. His hands went down my back before squeezing my ass a bit.

I broke from the kiss and looked at him, resting my forehead against his. "You...you want me to do it now?"

Sam nodded, a little too eagerly and I couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah...um...if you're okay with it."

I smiled and nodded. I helped unbutton his shirt and started kissing down his chest. I began to lick some of his toned stomach and I felt him shudder. Eventually, I reached his pants and began to undo them. I pulled them down along with his underwear, and immediately his hard on pointed directly at me. I looked up at him and smirked.

I took my hand and began stroking it a bit, a soft moan coming from Sam's mouth. I didn't go super fast at first as I was trying to figure out the pacing he did and didn't like. Before I went downwards, I looked up at him and said, "You sure you're good with this?"

He nodded, panting really quickly. "As long as you're comfortable with it."

"Let me know if you change your mind and I'll stop."

I then leaned down and took him into my mouth, not wasting any time. I started going up and down slow, trying to figure out the right pacing, but gradually went faster when Sam's moans started getting louder. His hand reached my head and began to pull my hair a bit, trying to get me to go a bit deeper and setting the pace to what he enjoyed. I couldn't go too far but anything I didn't get, I used my hand to stroke what I couldn't take in my mouth. My tongue managed to wrap around his erection well, and I could feel that he was close to finishing.

"Oh God...Sarah..." he moaned.

I began to get a bit more into it when his hand pulled my hair, causing me to let go of him. Sam tugged me back on top of him, kissing me frantically as flipped our body's over so he was on top.

"Sorry, I just don't wanna finish yet," he said, "Please tell me you have a condom."

I smirked and reached in my back pocket, pulling out a fresh new one that I swiped from the Impala earlier when Dean wasn't looking. "One step ahead of you."

Sam smirked back and kissed me again. He went down to my pants and unbuttoned them, taking them both off and tossed them to the side. He kissed the inside of my thighs and looked back up at me. I nodded, giving him the okay and he immediately went to work.

Sam used both his tongue and his fingers to send me back to heaven. He made sure to hit all the right spots and damn, he was good.

Unlike the last time, he was a lot more quicker, as if he was hungry and hadn't tasted me in such a long time. The suddenness did throw me off guard, but I wasn't complaining. It felt amazing.

It didn't take long for me to reach my first climax. I gave myself some time to calm down before taking off my shirt and bra, throwing them somewhere as Sam took off the rest of his button up. He took the condom from me and rolled it on his hard on.

"I want to be on top this time," I said, "But...hold me close."

Sam looked at me with a little surprise but smiled. He moved himself back up on the bed and propped himself into a sitting position. I crawled onto his lap, straddling him and kissed him. We explored each other's bodies with our hands, tracing the outlines with our fingers. I felt myself shudder to his touch and completely relaxed. Butterflies were in my stomach as my heart was beating a beautiful rhythm. I knew it wasn't just lust I was feeling at the moment, and I felt myself getting a little emotional.

I broke the kiss to face him and we just stared at each other. I felt a string of love as I looked at him. I couldn't believe this individual was mine and I could enjoy this moment with him.

"I love you, Sam," I said, smiling as I pushed his hair out of his face like earlier while stroking his cheek.

He smiled back to me, stroking my cheek as well with one hand while the other held on to my lower back. "I love you too, Sarah. You...you're so beautiful. How in the hell did I get so lucky?"

I blushed a bit and kissed him on the lips. I sank myself down onto his hard on. I groaned a bit and Sam pulled me in closer, gripping my back, breaking away from the kiss and began to kiss my neck and collarbone. I began to rock my hips a bit while he began to thrust upwards to meet with me. Our breathing got heavier and I began to kiss his broad shoulders while he kissed my breasts and moved back to my neck. Everything that was happening in the world now...it felt like it was disappearing and Sam and I were the only ones left.

I began to rock my hips a bit faster and Sam thrusted upwards while I road him, making the incoming second climax seem not too far out of reach as he hit all the right spots. His panting got harder and his grip on my back was definitely going to leave some marks on me later on, not that I minded. The kisses on my neck turned into biting and sucking as I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to reach my peak while our hips moved together in an almost perfect sync.

Finally, with one final thrust from me, I cried out. Sam road out his high before he became perfectly still, meaning that he was done as well. We both just stayed there, catching our breaths and holding each other in a tight embrace. I really didn't want to let go and I could tell he didn't want to either.

I eventually got up and pulled him out, laying back down on the bed as he took off the condom. He threw it away and crawled up next to me, pulling me close into his arms as my face snuggled into his chest. His fingers stroked my back and his chin rested on my head.

"I love you so much, Sarah," he said, "I know I've already said it but...I don't know if the amount of times I have said it will ever cut it."

I looked up at him and smiled. "I love you, too, but I think I mentioned that earlier."

He chuckled and kissed me on the forehead before shifting on the bed and laying on his back, using one arm to wrap around me while I laid on his chest.

"It's funny...I know so much is happening in the world, and often times my mind goes back to those dark places, where I think all hope is lost. But...since being with you, like we are now...I feel like everything is shut out, even if it's just for a little while."

I nodded. "I know what you mean. It's like the whole world disappears and it's just you and me."

He chuckled. "God I wish it was that easy. But...this life...it's forever."

"I know, but I would rather have this life with you than have the whole white picket fence, suburban home...I mean...it does sound nice...but I don't want to be without you."

"Me neither. Sometimes I do feel a little guilty, though, that we can't...have what you just said."

I chuckled and looked up at him. "Sam, even if you didn't have your powers and you weren't a hunter...I'm stuck like this," I said, "Like you, Dean and the other hunters, I'm in this for the long run either way. Fitting into society...while the psychics and mediums managed to do it now...it wasn't always easy."

Sam gave me a sympathetic smile and bought me closer to him, pressing another kiss on my forehead. I snuggled in closer as I began to fall asleep.

"Sarah..."

"Yeah?"

"Promise me something..." Sam said.

"What is it?"

"If...I start going into the darkness...promise me...you'll do whatever you can to pull me out of there," he said.

I nodded my head sleepily. "I promise, my love."