(This chapter contains 18 scenarios between two CONSENTING adults. Please respect the rating and do not read on if you are under the age of 18).

I got out of the Impala, saying goodnight to Dean. He dropped me off at the hotel Sam told me to meet at, telling me to have fun and "you kids be careful now" before driving off.

I gave the hotel staff member at the front desk the name Sam said to use, and they told me to go up to the top floor. I was surprised by this as top floors were usually the most expensive, but I knew Sam pulled some strings to make it happen.

Normally I would scold him for something like this, but it was my 21st birthday and I knew he just wanted to spoil me for the evening. I'll let it slide...for now at least.

I got to the top floor and stopped at the nearest vanity they had outside, fixing my hair and dress. I looked around for our room number, finding it at the end of the hall. I knocked on the door as I wasn't sure if Sam was finished whatever he was doing in there.

"Sarah?" I heard him say.

"No it's the pizza man," I said sarcastically.

I heard him chuckle before saying it was okay to come in.

I swiped my card, unlocking the door and stepped inside.

I looked into the room and let out a huge gasp. Rose petals covered the floor and the scented candles gave off a beautiful smell. The lights were dim and some soft music was playing in the background.

"I'm in the bathroom," Sam shouted, "Come in. There's more."

I chuckled before heading to the bathroom. I opened the door to find the most beautiful sight ever.

The room was also dim and there was a champange bucket in the corner. Sam was in the bathtub, soaking with the bubbles. I found myself biting my lip a bit and excitement ran through me.

"Sam...this...this is too much," I said.

"Why? You hate it?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"What? No! I love it! It's just...I'm so overwhelmed."

"You're not going to lecture me about the cost, are you? Because either way, it's your birthday and I wanted to do something with you..."

I giggled. He really does read my mind sometimes. "I'm letting it slide for tonight...So no lecture."

He smirked at me and there was a sense of relief in his eyes. "Good. Now come in here and join me."

"Damn already? Then why did you say that I had to wear this dress before I got here?"

"Didn't want to spoil what we were doing," he said, "Expect the unexpected, I guess?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled, turning around and zipped off my dress rather slowly just to tease Sam a bit. Once that was off I turned to face him again and got out of my undergarments, prepping myself for the bath. I heard Sam groan the moment I took off the last article of clothing, meaning he was liking what he saw. I felt a little blush come across my face but also a sense of confidence. I've never felt sexy or desirable, yet Sam managed to make me feel both.

I stepped into the tub and sat myself down, laying my back against Sam's chest. He put his arms around me and gave me a little kiss on my head, rubbing me with his hands to scrub my body with the soap bubbles.

"I didn't know how much I needed this," I said, feeling myself fully relax.

"I've noticed you haven't taken the time for yourself, which is why I planned all this," Sam said.

"What we do...we always put others first."

"I know," he said, kissing my shoulder, "Which is why I want to take care of you tonight. Don't worry about me. It's about you right now."

I smiled, feeling myself become more vulnerable. Tears began to form in my eyes as I felt myself let go and be happy.

Sam was right. I spend so much time caring for everyone and while I loved doing what I do, the truth is I am exhausted. Having Sam tell me that he was going to care for me tonight is something I did not know I needed to hear.

"Thank you," I said, chuckling at my emotional response, "I'm crying... I guess because I didn't know I needed this...sorry it's lame."

Sam gave me a small smile, reaching over and wiping the tears from my face.

"Here," he said, bringing out some shampoo, "Let's get you cleaned up a bit."

I nodded, taking one of the cups near the bathtub that was meant for rinsing and poured some water on my hair. Sam took some of the shampoo out, rubbed a bit in both hands and started to massage my head.

I found myself moaning as I closed my eyes. This felt so good.

He continued to get every part of my head and when he was finished, he took the cup from my hand and poured more water to get the shampoo out. He used his hand to cup over my forhead so nothing would run in my eyes.

Once that was done, I leaned back and curled up a bit to Sam as he used his fingers to stroke my bare skin softly. I shuddered a bit and a moan escaped my lips. He was only touching me, yet he had this affect on me like no one else.

"So how was your first time drinking in an American bar?" Sam said jokingly.

"Not as exciting as people make it out to be," I said, "But I knew that Dean wanted to at least do something with me before I had you for the evening, so I just humored him."

"Hopefully he wasn't making a poor bartender or a bar patron too uncomfortable..."

"Actually, no. I mean...he was eye flirting with the bartender but that's pretty much it. We mainly just talked...and honestly, it's been way too long since we both did that..."

Sam continued to stroke my bare skin and I felt nyself drift off for a bit. "Nothing beats this, though," I said, "I just never thought that it would be you and me..."

"Neither did I," he said, "I don't know if I ever said this...but when you left with your parents to get your abilities under control, I pretty much locked myself in a room the night you guys departed. A lot of thoughts ran through my head...I felt like I didn't have the one person that made me feel...normal, if that makes sense?"

"None of us were really normal, though."

"I know but...you were the one consistent person outside the family. You were my best friend, and you still are in a way...no matter what, you stood by me and I could go to you when I wanted to talk about stuff that Dad or Dean wouldn't understand."

I nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "You needed a listening ear."

He kissed me on the head before holding me closer in his arms. I could honestly just be in his arms forever as they felt like home. As much as I loved the sex once in a while, little things like this was amazing.

"So, can we have that champagne now?" I asked.

"Not yet," Sam said chuckling, "Sorry, but I have to restrict the alcohol consumption as I have a few things in mind I would like you to be sober for."

I felt myself get a little turned on by that comment as I turned to face Sam. "Oh, and what might that be," my voice going deeper as I bit my lip.

Sam just smirked at me in response. I turned myself completely around and started to straddle his lap. One hand went in his hair as another began to feel his toned body. Sam leaned in and kissed me, starting off really slow but gradually getting more needy. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled myself closer, his hands stroking my bare back.

Sam broke the kiss and I began to leave little bites on his neck. He groaned and I could tell he was restraining himself from pushing himself inside me right here, right now.

Suddenly, he turned me around so my back was once again against his chest. His lips moved from my neck to my shoulder while his finger tips began to stroke my body. I shuddered to his touch and began to squirm a little bit, moaning out his name.

"Can I give you a little preview of tonight?" he whispered in my ear.

I moaned and nodded. Once I gave him permission, his fingers continued to stroke downwards before he finally reached my clit. I gasped when he began to make little circles while also continuing to kiss my neck.

Sam's finger soon reached down a little further and put one finger inside me. He kept the finger close to my folds so not only was he fingering me, it was also rubbing up against my clit.

God, this felt so good.

He continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, saying things like, "Look at you, getting off on just my finger" and "That's it, baby. I'm all yours." He added another finger which increased the pleasure throughout my body as my first orgasm of the night was coming close.

I began to squirm a bit more and my head fell back onto his broad shoulder. My panting increased as I began to cry out Sam's name.

Never in my life did I think that just little foreplay like this would be enough for me to get off, but this was Sam.

Finally, I let out one final gasp and tried to catch my breath. Sam held me close to him and gave me kisses on my cheek and my neck.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?" he growled in my ear.

I looked up at him, my face really flushed but I nodded, probably a little too eagerly. I heard him chuckle and we both got out of the tub, drying ourselves off with nearby towels.

Sam took my hand and lead me to the bed. There were two things on there. One was a box, and one looked like paper.

I gave him a confused look while he just nodded towards the items.

"Grab the papers first," he said.

Okay this was odd.

I picked up the papers as he said and saw they were from a clinic. Reading over it, I realized what he did.

Sam got a vasectomy.

I turned around, looking at him in shock.

"I heard birth control can be rough on women," he said, "And...um...I read somewhere that vasectomies can be reversible so...if we decide...in the future..."

I ran over and gave him a big hug. He let out a bit of an 'oof' sound but I felt him smile. I looked up at him before grabbing some of his hair, pulling his hair so his head came closer to me and pulled him in a heated kiss.

It took all of his strength to break the kiss and I let out a little whine.

"Get the box," he said laughing.

I pouted at him, a part of me wanting to skip the box, get in the bed and have my way with him as he has his way with me.

"Don't worry," he said in a husky voice near my ear, "We'll get to the good stuff later. I've done this a few weeks ago so...I can finally have you whole."

I shuddered at this and restrained myself from jumping on him right now. Instead I picked up the little box and studied it, wondering what it was.

I opened it up and inside there was a ring. I looked at Sam, giving him a confused expression as we haven't really talked about...this part yet, but he just chuckled at my reaction.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'm not asking you to marry me, not yet at least."

Sam took the ring out and held it up to me. "This has been in the family for a long time. It's...well it's a promise ring. I don't know if we'll ever get to the point where we can get married and have the white picket fence life...but I do know this. I promise to always love you. There may be days where I fall short, but this...I want this to be a reminder...of how much I love you, no matter what."

I felt myself tearing up again. Sam really was going after my emotions today.

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before we got the ring on my finger. I held his face in my hands and looked at him. "I love you, too, Sam," I said, "This...is beautiful. Thank you."

He smiled back at me before holding my face in his hands, wiping away my tears with his fingers.

All of the sudden, his lips crashed back onto mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth before I could comprehend what was happening. I immediately kissed him back, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pulled him closer to me.

I grinded on his erection and he growled in my mouth. He picked me up by the legs, wrapping them around his waist before setting me down on the bed.

His lips left mine as he moved to my neck and began to reach down in between my legs again, picking up where we last left off in the bathroom. He looked at me, and once I nodded, he started using one finger to rub my clit again.

"God, you're so sexy," he said in between moans, "I can't wait to have you."

I growled a bit, taking a fistful of his hair and pulling him towards my lips. He gasped at the sudden change but I kissed him before he could say anything.

My hands began to roam up and down his body while his finger continued to work on my clit. My legs were still wrapped around him, pulling him in close as I moaned when I felt his cock rub up a little bit against my folds. I grabbed his hard on and began to move my hand up and down, bringing him closer to my entrance. Sam just shuddered and moaned against my lips as he began to rub circles on my clit at a much faster rate.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air. "Put them inside me," I said, "I need them."

Sam just grinned and immediately complied, sticking one finger in me while his thumb continued to stroke my clit. I wounded up releasing his erection and my one hand went back to his hair.

I felt my climax return quickly as Sam continued to watch me be a moaning mess right under him. While he continued to kiss me, I tugged on his hair, earning me a little growl from him. I tried to keep in any sound coming from me because I wanted to hear him moan for me.

He added another finger, curling and thrusting them in me, hitting my G spot every single time. It's amazing what he could do to me with just his fingers.

I sat myself up, Sam's fingers still thrusting in me and began to reach for his erection again before stopping short. I looked at him, and when he nodded his head in excitement, I immediately went to work. He groaned as I began to stroke it in a steady pace, holding a tight grip but not too tight. His lips went to my shoulder, kissing and leaving marks that will surely show up tomorrow. My moans began to grow louder as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me, my free hand balling up into a fist while my other hand began to stroke his erection at a much faster rate.

He began to kiss my neck along with my chin, teeth grazing on my skin as if I was his prey. I kissed along his cheek and gave his ear a little nibble before biting his broad shoulder.

"I'm close!" I screamed.

It didn't take long for me to reach my peak, my back arching once more time before Sam pushed me onto my back, my hand letting go of his cock. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a mischievous grin, kissing me again on the lips while rolling his hips, his erection rubbing up against my clit.

Sam began kissing down my chest and got off the bed a bit, pulling me closer to the edge and stopping so my knees were bent. He looked up at me, licking his lips.

"I need to taste you," he said.

I knew he was just making sure I was okay with this before he went for it, but my God, his deep voice alone just made me soak myself more than I probably already was.

"What's stopping you?" I growled, "Get to it."

Sam was a bit surprised by my forwardness but that was immediately replaced with excitement as he started to kiss the inside of my thighs. Both of his hands had a firm grip on my hips that I knew more marks would show up tomorrow.

His tongue then reached my sweet spot, licking up and down before concentrating on my clit. I reached downwards, grabbing a fistful of his hair again and pulling him closer to me. I started to grind myself against his face and I heard him grumble in pleasure.

He suddenly stopped and I whined from the loss of contact, but he took both my arms and stood me up off the bed. He put one of my legs around his shoulder before immediately going back to work.

This position felt so good. My hips rocked back and forth against him as I continued to tug against his hair. Both of his hands reached behind me and began to grab my ass. I groaned and began to grind on him much faster, his nose rubbing up against my clit while his tongue was hard at work, devouring me.

I was getting closer to probably the third orgasm of the night, but I tried to retain it as I wanted this feeling to last a bit longer. However, Sam continued to work his beautiful tongue on my core and clit that I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

I finally reached another climax, coming really hard. Sam looked back up at me and smirked before pushing me back on the bed and crawling on top of me.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" I said in between kisses.

Sam just chuckled. "If you do that, I think I'll finish before even getting to be inside you," he said, "Besides...it's your birthday."

I took my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pushing him back so that I was on top.

"Well...my birthday wish right now is to get you off," I said as I kissed his neck, leaving little bite marks.

I grinded on his erection as Sam just grunted in response.

"Come on," I pouted, "I wanna hear you moan for me. You make such beautiful sounds."

Sam looked at me and chuckled at my pout. Finally, he nodded. "I'll have to stop you halfway," he said, "I want to be inside you when I finish."

I smirked and kissed him on the lips, grinding much harder on his cock. He gasped in surprise as I kissed downwards, licking and biting his toned body. Sam began to squirm a bit and arch his back a bit, moaning my name

I smiled back at him, my mouth right near his erect member. "You ready?" I asked.

Sam just nodded frantically and grabbed my hair, pushing my head down a bit towards it. Normally, I would laugh at his impatience, but the way he gripped my hair...I think I forgot how to speak.

I gave it a bit of a lick before not wasting any time. I took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his cock and sticking my tongue out a bit. I moved up and down, and anything I couldn't reach I just used my hand.

Sam continued to moan and released my hair. I looked up at him to see that his head was thrown backwards, exposing his neck as he gasped for some air. Seeing him like this turned me on even more.

"Sarah...God...you're so good..."

I began to go a bit faster which took Sam by surprise. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, though, so I took him out of my mouth and crawled up to him, kissing him. He once again took a fistful of my hair and gave it a little tug before flipping us over so he was on top.

He positioned himself in between my legs, his erection lined up near my opening. Breaking our kiss, he looked at me, lust building up in his eyes.

"I want you," he said.

"Then have me," I said, "I want you, too."

He wasted no time and pushed himself in me. I gasped at the suddenness, but it felt good. I was already wet enough so it did not hurt.

Sam looked at me to find any sort of discomfort in my face. I nodded, letting him know I was okay. He thrusted hard again in me, another gasp coming out of my mouth. He began to go harder and a bit faster while he kissed and bit my lips. I threw my head backwards and arched my back, giving him more access to me.

Sam suddenly pulled out and grabbed me, pulling me on top of him. I sat on his lap and grabbed his face, bringing him towards my chest. He kissed my breasts and moved to my collarbone, thrusting upwards inside me while I grinded on him.

The room was filled with moans and growls coming from the both of us. The pacing was so much faster and so rougher, but the love in Sam's eyes was still present everytime I looked at him.

I felt special and the most beautiful woman in the world right now. This was a side to him that only I got to see, and I felt myself open up to him more than I ever had before.

"Sam...Sam...I'm so close..."

Sam growled and began to thrust upwards inside me faster, gripping my back and hissing through his teeth. My breathing became more erratic as I tried to match his thrusts, desperate to reach my peak.

Finally, with one final thrust from Sam, I screamed out his name, my mouth wide opened as I tried to catch my breath. Sam did a few more weak thrusts before he finally finished. He stayed very still as well while holding me in his arms.

Our breaths began to slow down and Sam helped lift me off his lap, pulling himself out and laying me on my back. He hovered over me and smiled, giving me a little kiss on my forehead before getting up out of the room. He returned with a wet washcloth and began to clean my body.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.

"To tell you the truth...In a bliss...but also a little in shock."

He chuckled. "Why shock?"

"Well...let me just say this," I said giving him a grin, "I've always said it's the nerdy and reserved ones that you should never underestimate when it comes to sex...and you've just proven that theory correct."

I saw his face get a little red and I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, don't act all shy on me now, Sam Winchester. Especially after that performance you just pulled off."

He laughed alongside me as he continued to clean me up a bit. When he finished, he laid down and pulled me in his arms.

"Seriously, though, you are okay?"

I looked at him and smiled. "I'm good," I said, "I've...never been happier to be honest. I know we don't get to do stuff like this a lot, but the wait...it's always worth it."

"Well, we couldn't miss out on your birthday," he said, "Especially since well...we can't do a whole lot of celebrating. Plus, it's your first time back with us...back with me..."

Sam took a hold of my hand that had the ring and gave it a little kiss.

"You're being corny now," I said with a chuckle.

"Oh, like you hate it," he said.

I smiled at him. "No...I don't. I know I tease you for it but...I do. I love it. I love you."

He smiled before putting himself back on top of me. "I love you, too," he said.

He then kissed me again on the lips, but this time it was much more slower. He used his finger to push some of my hair out of the way.

Sam broke the kiss and looked at me. "Round 2?" he asked.

I chuckled and flipped him on his back, giggling at his surprise reaction before resuming our kiss.

We did it two more times before my body finally had enough, and each time, Sam gave me some of the best aftercare in the world. I tried really hard to return the favor, but he insisted that caring for me was his aftercare.

I really did not know what I did to deserve this man, but I am so grateful to finally have someone who loves me as much as I love them.

We laid on the bed in complete silence, the champagne bottle next to my dresser completely empty. A few things were knocked over in the hotel room as we kind of got carried away...and wounded up in so many different places in almost every possible position.

Oops.

Sam held me close as I laid my head on his chest. My arm wrapped around him as he used one free hand to stroke my bare skin. His heartbeat was at a steady and perfect pace, a nice rhythm that will put anyone to sleep.

"I think I just used up all my energy from the past few weeks," Sam said.

I giggled. "Well...hunts do leave us with a lot of energy," I said, "Plus, we never really got to have some time alone for a bit."

"I wish we could though...And I'm sorry...that this doesn't happen as often..."

"You don't need to apologize. I knew day one what I was signing up for, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I've told you that, and I mean it 100%."

I shifted myself a bit and used my arm to put my head up so I could look Sam in the eyes.

"Do you seriously not wish...that we could have..." Sam asked.

"It comes up in my head from time to time. But...I love what we have right now. I know you didn't want to come back to this...and I can understand that. This is dangerous...what we do. Plus, you've always wanted something more out of life that didn't include hunting, and I would like that one day as well. However, if I have to hunt for the rest of my life in order to be by your side, I'll do it. I'd rather do that instead of finding someone who can offer me the 'normal' life because well...it wouldn't involve you, and I want you a part of my life..."

"What keeps you going...knowing that we may never get to that point of being able to settle down?" he asked, "Because well...you never really complain about this. I feel like...Dean and I do it too often."

I gave a small smile. "I don't know what the future holds for us, but I do know that the more we protect others and make sure this world is safe, the better it becomes and maybe, just maybe...we can make it safe enough where we can settle down. If not...well, at least future generations will have that opportunity."

Sam smiled back at me. He then pulled me down a bit so I was back to resting on his chest, giving me a kiss on the head while stroking my hair.

"I wish I can think that way more often," he said.

"It's not easy," I said, "I'll give you that."

I felt myself starting to drift off a bit while Sam continued to stroke my hair.

"Sam?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks...for tonight," I said, "I loved it...and I love you."

My eyes began to close as I drifted off into another dreamless sleep, but I knew for a fact that I heard Sam say, "I love you, too. Happy birthday, Sarah."