Three month hiatus from me but... I think this chapter is worth it. I love me some good dialogue and I had a lot of fun with this. Happy to have something to put out there!

"Good Morning!"

The sound alone is enough to make his morning worse. Dean glances very quickly up from his open laptop to see Derek walking into the kitchen. The guy is wide eyed and smiling as he makes his way to the coffeemaker. Fuck that guy. Who's that happy in the morning?

"Mm," is all Dean can manage, his eyes already back on the screen in front of him. He's been searching all morning for anything that could be a hellhound but nothing yet. It's been a week since he and Sam went to see Kevin and got the shitty news… great news? He's not sure. But they know the Trials exist and they need to get them done so he can focus on other things. Like his son and his son's… abilities.

"Somebody isn't a morning person," Derek informs the grumpy hunter in a sing-song way. This earns him another scowl, one Dean doesn't even make eye contact for, and he can see now that Dean isn't like him at all. "Or maybe you just stayed up too late last night?" he then jokes, trying to loosen Dean up.

Dean looks at the wall over the top of his laptop. Last night. That was a good night. As memories of Zorro masks and vibrators and Lizzy's body wrapped up in his reach his brain, the corners of his mouth turn up just slightly and his eyes soften with fondness.

"Damn, you got it bad," Derek laughs, arms crossed.

"What?" Dean snaps, pulled out of his recollections quite quickly.

"She's got you good. It's all over you," Derek observes.

"Married her," Dean shrugs.

"Yeah… and my dad married my mom and then cheated on her every chance he got. Married doesn't mean much to me. What you guys have… that means something. Everyone wants that." Derek smiles softly. "I know I do."

Dean just shrugs again and looks back to his laptop. Not getting mushy this early in the morning.

"Well, aren't you just a grumpy bear in the mornings," Derek calls out, turning around to grab himself a mug. When he's back to facing the rest of the kitchen he catches what can only be described as a death glare from Dean. After being scared for a second (the guy can be intimidating), Derek flashes a slick smile and says, "Good thing I love a bear."

He watches as Dean's 'I'm gonna kill you' expression turns into a 'I was not at all ready for that' expression. Derek laughs hard at that.

"You need a refresh?" Derek asks, holding up the coffee pot from the maker in a peace offering.

"Yeah," Dean says, monosyllabic speak usually all he can make before ten am and two cups of coffee.

"I got ya," Derek says and walks over to him. He pours Dean a second cup into his mug shaped like Batman's mask with a handle and heads back to fix his own. "Anything in that?"

"Nah," Dean answers, taking a big sip.

"Well, okay," Derek nods, seeing that this man is gruff through and through. He has a simple exterior to him, nothing fancy or more than necessary… yet he doesn't think that's who Dean really is. He'll figure him out eventually. And why not start now? As he fixes his coffee, he decides to strike up his first real, one-on-one conversation with Dean Winchester. "What are you working on?"

"A case," Dean simply answers, minimizing all the tabs open that elude to a hunt for a hellhound. He hasn't had time to really talk to Lizzy about that yet.

"Ghost?" Derek wonders, pouring almond milk into his own mug.

"No."

"Vampire?"

"No."

"Shapeshifter? Ghoul? Demon?"

Dean sighs and rubs his eyes. This guys is a lot like Lizzy. He talks. And he talks. And he doesn't give up. Seeing that he has to indulge this person to make it eventually stop… as he does with his own wife… he changes the subject. He was curious anyways. "I'm a bear?"

Derek does a near-comical double take at the sudden topic shift. "Are you a bear?"

"You called me a grumpy bear. And said you loved bears," Dean repeats Derek's words to him.

Derek tips his head back and lets out a good laugh. "Oh! Ha! Okay, I'm with you." He walks for the table and takes an open chair next to Dean's. "No, honey. You're not a bear."

Dean nods a little, not really knowing what they're talking about completely. He just knows what pop culture has given him concerning gay culture.

"You know, at first I thought you were a wolf," Derek says and then lets it hang, dangling the tidbit in front of Dean to get him talking while he casually sips his coffee.

"A wolf?"

"Yeah."

"Is… is that good?" Dean has to know, fully piqued by this conversation now.

"Depends," Derek smiles wide and nods with fondness. "People are a colorful rainbow of types. Bears, twinks, twunks, wolves… everybody's got their things. No shame in that game. But if you're me?" Derek gets a faraway look of lust. "I love a good wolf."

"What's a wolf?" Dean wonders.

"They're ripped, for one. Care about their body but they aren't that beefy, fat-but-not-fat strong man. They're defined. They're hairy, not too much though. And they have a fun air of mystery surrounding them." Derek thinks for a second. "You know, you're brother is a total wolf."

"Sam!?" Dean wonders, not having popped Sam into this conversation in his own mind. He had no plans to.

"Does he have a good sexual appetite?"

Dean's wide-eyed look of horror makes it clear he doesn't want to think about it too much.

Derek laughs once more. "Right. Of course he does. He's with my sister. He'd have to. So… yeah, Sam's a good example of a wolf."

Dean shakes his head. "You guys have it all figured out."

"What do you mean?"

"Just… you have a classification system for types. You know what you like and can go for it. There's no shame in anything. It seems pretty open."

"You nailed it, Dean," Derek grins at him, impressed.

"Yeah… straight guys don't have that."

"That's because you're attracted to women," Derek reminds him. "They make everything complicated. Trust me, I have two sisters. I would know."

"Amen to that," Dean once more shakes his head and picks up his mug. He taps Derek's with his in cheers and they both take a sip. Dean puts down his mug and thinks. He eyes Derek while sitting back in his chair. He's curious. He wants to know. But should he ask?

"You wanna know what you are?" Derek questions him, having basically read his mind. Dean's not always a closed book.

"What… me?" Dean pretends to play it off like he doesn't care. He's aware his ego is big enough to need to know but he doesn't want Derek to know that.

"No, the other gorgeous guy I'm sharing coffee with," Derek rolls his eyes.

"I, uh," Dean gets nervous, arms coming up and crossing over his chest. "I mean, if you want to tell me…."

"I did think you were a wolf at first but you're not," Derek assures. "You aren't all that mysterious. And you're like… oddly not all that hairy."

"Oddly?" Dean takes offence.

"Uh, yeah. Most guys your age have to shave down to look like you. You just…" Derek pauses and eyes him over. "Look that way. I can tell." He then smiles dreamily.

Dean knows lust when he sees it so he shifts uncomfortably. "Stop checking me out."

"I'm evaluating you to give you the right label," Derek brushes him off. "And seriously, Dean? You love getting checked out."

Dean's face colors in pink and he doesn't answer.

"Knew it," Derek winks at him. "And honestly, you're a hard one to type. You're very manly, rough around the edges, the good with your hands type… but you're… don't take this the wrong way?"

"Okay…."

"You're beautiful," Derek lays it all out.

"What?" Dean asks, not having been ready for that.

"You are! You're, like, almost bordering pretty. But you make it work for you. I wouldn't dare say you're feminine because you aren't. You're a guy's guy through and through but… you are beautiful."

Dean's face wrinkles with a little dislike.

"Now… if I had to pick a label…" Derek tries hard to squeeze all that is Dean Winchester into one gay type. "I'd say you're a good old fashioned jock."

"I'm not a jock."

"No? You never even played a sport?"

"I wrestled for a little bit at one of my high schools," Dean recalls. "That's it though."

"Yeah, but you're, like, five tattoos and an accent away from being David Beckham," Derek informs him. "It's more of an aesthetic. You're a jock… that or a geek."

"Wait, what?" Dean asks with confusion. "Jock and Geek are opposite ends of the spectrum."

"You're an enigma, Dean. What can I say?" Derek grins while propping his chin up in his hand, elbow on the table.

"And I may not be much of a jock… but I'm definitely not a geek."

"Oh no?" Derek challenges while tapping his index finger on the edge of Dean's Batman mug.

"L got this for me," Dean explains away.

"Why Batman?" Derek challenges.

"Because… it's a long story."

"All the time in the world, dear," Derek informs him with a sweeping arm gesture across the air.

"She said I would have been a better Batman than Clooney. I said no shit."

"Anybody would've been a better Batman than Clooney."

"Right!?" Dean excitedly agrees. "So, I said I'm more Christian Bale and said, 'I'm Batman' in a Dark Knight voice. She got a kick out of it but refused to give me Christian Bale. We settled on Michael Keaton because his Batman kinda rocked and was the original. Then, like a month later, she got me this mug because of it."

"But… do you like Batman?" Derek asks.

"Read the comics as a kid," Dean admits. "And Tim Burton really kinda kicked it in the ass with those first movies… Dark Knight trilogy was a straight masterpiece, really used the graphic novel style to its fullest…."

"Geek!" Derek calls him with a point of his index finger.

"Oh, come on! Everyone likes Batman!" Dean defends.

"And Doctor Sexy?"

Dean's face falls. "What do you mean?" he says, guilt already in his voice.

"Lizzy told me the DVDs in the living room were yours," Derek lets him know. "And I get it. That show is purely delightful trash. I've seen them all."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Doctor Sexy is hot."

"Huh…" Dean enjoys the tidbit of information. "No one else here watches it."

"Because they all suck," Derek makes fun. "How do you not get down on a show that fun. Like last season, when Carissa hooked up with Doctor Sexy…."

"At her boyfriend's birthday party!," Dean lights right up, sitting taller and leaning forward a bit with excitement. "In the club bathroom!"

"And then the next day she totally acted like it didn't happen and then asked her boyfriend to marry her in front of the whole hospital night shift!"

"And then banged Doctor Sexy again, like, an hour later…."

"In the supply closet!"

They both erupt in laughter. "And she then keyed Doctor Sexy's Camero when rumors of them getting it on spread around."

"That bitch! Ugh, I love her," Derek fan-boys out.

"Yeah… me too," Dean admits. "I know she's a total garbage human but… she's just such a…"

"Huge bitch," Derek finishes with more laughter. "That's the fun!"

"Exactly!" Dean hands fly up, finally happy to find out someone understands his love for his guilty pleasure.

"And that excitement right there? You're a total Geek," Derek informs him. "Not even counting the vintage car shirts and die-cast cars you collect and love just as much as Sammy does. And the Rebel Alliance socks from last night."

"Everyone loves Star Wars," Dean keeps defending.

"Not everyone wears it proudly like you do though." Derek sighs. "You're a Geek in a Jock body. You look like you should be in a softball league on the weekends… but you'd rather go to an Evil Dead movie marathon at some old cinema. It's… you're a fun mix. And be a proud Geek. We have things we love so hard it hurts. We're dedicated. That's a great quality."

"True," Dean nods, before asking, "We?"

"Uh, yeah," Derek admits, rolling up the long sleeve of his t-shirt. On the inside of his wrist is a Deathly Hallows symbol.

"What's that?"

"Not a Potterhead, huh?" Derek questions with disappointment. "Thought you would be."

"Nah, that's more Lou and Sam's thing," Dean lets him know, sipping his coffee.

"Hm," Derek wistfully sighs, chin propped in his hand again as he looks at Dean. "You were almost perfect."

"Knock it off," Dean gripes as he looks back to his screen, hoping to get a little more done before Lizzy comes back. But, seeing as this conversation went so well and that he can probably trust Derek to be honest… be has to ask about something that's been nagging him. "Hey, uh… if you think I'm a jock… that would mean I don't have a dad bod, right?"

Derek's bug-eyes show his surprise at the comment. "Dad bod?"

"Yeah, like… a jock wouldn't have a dad bod. They're, like… in shape or whatever."

"Most definitely," Derek assures. "Did someone tell you that you had a dad bod?"

Dean looks down at his lap. "Maybe."

"You want me to beat them up for you, honey?" Derek jokes, a hand placed on top of Dean's on the table.

"She'd kick your ass into next week if you tried," Dean informs him with a big smile.

Derek gasps with horror. "Lizard said you have a dad bod!?"

Dean nods. "I mean, I do eat and drink a lot. And I don't work out, like, at all…."

"That rude little slut," Derek gets pissed. "How dare she? What woman gets so lucky that they have the privilege of sleeping with the likes of you for the rest of their lives? And she complains?"

"She wasn't complaining, just… commenting," Dean tries to explain.

"How dare she…" Derek starts but pauses as the sliding door to the backyard opens. The second Lizzy steps inside with Sammy on her hip, Derek dives in. "How dare you!?"

Her eyes grow wide as she responds right back, "How dare I? How dare you?"

"What the hell did I do?" Derek asks, flabbergasted.

"I don't know," she shrugs and puts Sammy on his feet. "I have no idea what you're all huffy about. How dare I what?"

"How dare you tell this fine ass man that he has a dad bod!?" Derek asks loudly, trying to clearly show how upset he is with his half-sister.

Lizzy smirks a little and turns to her husband. "Are you bitching about me?"

"No!" Dean instantly defends himself.

"No?" she challenges him.

Derek cuts in. "I was just talking to Dean about what type of a gay he is.…"

"Total twink," Lizzy quite dryly jokes as she walks towards the cupboard for a box of cereal.

"He's a total jock with geek tendencies and you know it," Derek quickly corrects her.

"Hm," Lizzy thinks for a couple seconds and nods with the assessment. "Nailed it."

"Duh, I know," Derek rolls his eyes. "But this poor, beautiful, manly man right here asked me if jocks with geek tendencies ever have dad bods."

"Oh my god," Lizzy shakes her head as she pours a bowl of cereal for her son. "Sammy, vanilla milk or regular?"

"Vanilla milk!" he brightly responds while climbing into Dean's lap at the kitchen table.

"Please?" Dean reminds and pokes Sammy's side, reminding him to be polite.

"Please, mommy!" he fixes his statement while giggling. He's so ticklish,

"No problem, baby," Lizzy responds and fixes his bowl of Cheerios while speaking to her brother. "And Derek, you need to back off."

"Do I?" Derek pushes back. "Because I think you hurt Dean's ego."

"No…" Dean tries to butt in but gets nowhere when Lizzy cuts him off.

"Dean's ego is fine, trust me," Lizzy rolls her eyes exactly like Derek did just moments ago, pouring just enough almond milk into Derek's cereal that he won't make a massive mess. "And also trust me… Dean's body is just fine the way it is." Lizzy pauses and looks over at her stunning husband. She sighs a little. "It's something that makes me incredibly happy still. It's like my personal playground."

Dean's eyes darken just a touch as one corner of his mouth curls up in the smirk that he reserves for her.

"But, I also love him… not just lust after him," she further explains while holding eye contact with Dean. "And his health and well-being are tremendously important to me. Dean has the diet of a seventeen year old kid. He eats nothing but crap and lots of it. He also doesn't seem to think training and cardio are all that important either." She turns to Derek. "Which I assure you, as a hunter… they very much are! In the past year, Dean's middle has gotten a little softer than it has been and I used that against him to maybe get him to look at his lifestyle choices. I want him to improve upon himself. I plan to have him around for a long time and not have a heart attack cut that short. I'm sick of nagging and sneaking him healthier versions of food. He isn't a child. Dad bod was a reality check that I'm starting to see landed. Back off, Derek. Nobody loves that man more than I do."

"I wuv that man!" Sammy announces, turning to look up at his dad. "Right?"

"Sure hope so, dude," Dean smiles and pulls one arm around his kid to hug him. "Love you, too."

"So… you're willing to bruise this perfect man's ego just to hopefully make sure he lives a more healthy life?" Derek needs to know.

Lizzy grins wide as she places the bowl in front of Sammy and ruffles his hair. She then leans down, stares at Dean straight in the eyes with quite thinly veiled want, and presses a kiss to his lips. "You betcha." She winks and walks away to get some food for herself.

Dean's eyes land on her denim-covered ass as she does and he sighs, never getting enough of her.

And Derek just watches the interactions between the two. He shakes his head. "You two were, like, made for each other."

Dean stares at him with an expressionless face. "You have no idea how right you are."

Lizzy lets out a laugh, good and deep, with the comment.

Lou inhales deeply when a pair of lips land softly on her neck. Those lips. The smile is already on her face before he makes his mark again just below her ear.

"Mm," she hums as a large hand smooths over her t-shirt from hip to stomach. She can already feel him behind her, hard and ready. This version of Sam was one of her favorites. Before that too smart, overworked brain could kick-start itself first thing in the morning, before thoughts of doom and world ending issues could cloud this mood, Sam was a simple man with simple needs that didn't need Lou to shut his mind down in order to reach him.

"Good morning," Sam greets with a smile she can't see but can hear. The fuzzy feeling of a successful day yesterday combining with the warmth of the woman he's once more on good terms with making the perfect combination. Add in the morning wood he awoke to and he's on autopilot.

"Mm," Lou repeats, her hand reaching back to his neck as she pulls him closer, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her skin. Days of bad news, fear, and bickering followed by the most hopeful discovery they have ever had… it's been emotional and extreme. She's ready for some simple, uncomplicated good. "Is now."

Turning over onto her back to face him, Lou leans up for a kiss. Morning breath be damned, she can't wait any longer to be connected again, to be in each others' good graces. And when her hands reach for him, her fingertips dancing over the hard muscle that makes up his torso, Lou's entire body melts with relaxation and love. Sex with Sam is her cure-all. Has been since they met.

"Fuck, I need this," Lou lets him know, her lips never leaving his.

"I know," Sam smiles easily. He knows Lou so well. He saw it all over her last night. The stress, the discoveries, the disconnect with them… she tried to hide the toll it has taken but he can always see right past the mask. He'd planned to make this happen sooner but she fell asleep almost instantly the moment they decided to just crash in one of the many rooms in the secret Batcave last night. He didn't have the heart to try and wake her, even for her favorite activity.

Arms around his neck, Lou pulls Sam in until he's on top of her, his larger form covering hers. She's small in stature but she never truly feels small unless Sam's involved. There's a tangible sense of protection he gives, whether she needs protecting or not. Never before now has she coveted that security. She's been vulnerable lately, mentally and physically with the discovery of their creation. Even if he doesn't know about the pregnancy, Lou understands now just how important his desire to keep her safe is.

Leaning on his elbows that are framing her face, her legs wrapping around his hips as he hovers over her, Sam tries not to smile with relief mid-kiss when she responds to him this way. This is the real them. When the world gets it's claws into them it always makes everything relationship-wise harder. Sam and Lou both dive into cases and research headfirst, immersing themselves completely. But right now, with a major possible win in their back pocket, they can relax and indulge. He can revel in the sensation of her small hands running down his back, the smell of her floral shampoo, and the growing desperation he has for this moment to be happening.

When Lou's legs squeeze him in closer, his hips pressing into her and pulling their bodies that much nearer, Sam hums with the perfection of the moment. His fingers weave into her blonde hair and his tongue slides against hers for the first time this morning. Lou always was a great kisser, always willing to take over and sooth every pain he has and get him into a better frame of mind.

Lou… his Lou… there's nothing better than having his Lou. Her lips move with ferocity and passion, always making sure he can understand how much she needs and desires him with just the touching of lips. Everything Lou does is with conviction, passion, and honesty, in bed or out. He couldn't admire or love her more.

Or want her more.

His lips trail down her neck, kissing and licking each spot he knows she thaws even more with. Right below her earlobe. Just under the joint of her jaw. Where her neck and shoulder meet. He only pauses to slip her shirt over her head and toss it over the edge of the bed. Then his mouth returns right back where it left off.

When her hand slides down the sides his bare torso, her palms landing on his boxer-covered ass and pulls in, Sam has to let out a grunt when his fully hard length presses into her.

"God, I need that thing," Lou groans out as she grinds her hips into his. The pressure is delicious, perfect, and the release she now craves is all she can think about. Her mind is always one track when Sam is involved. "How fast can you get that dick inside me?"

Sam just huffs a laugh at her, knowing she doesn't actually want that. "Slow down," he says through a smile as his lips move along, not painstakingly slowly but not as quickly as Lou is asking for. "We have the place to ourselves." He playfully flicks her nipple with the tip of his tongue. "And I want to take advantage."

"So, just fuck me now and then do it again but slower in a half hour," Lou answers through an exhale, hands in his hair as he makes her hips rock with need when he sucks hard.

Sam laughs quietly again, mouth still moving. "No."

"Sam, come on," Lou nearly whines with annoyance.

"Lou… no," Sam mock whines right back, turning his attention to her other breast.

"Dude!" Lou gets mad.

Eyes landing hard on her as he lifts his head, Sam can see she's going to be difficult. Lou is usually a force to be reckoned with when it comes to their sex life… and Sam does love that about her. Always being the thinker, his brain constantly turning and so hard to shut off for fun, Lou usually takes over and makes it so easy on him. She can shut it all down and make him let go. But lately, Lou's been the one needing that treatment.

"What?" Lou presses when he doesn't readily answer her after staring her down for what feels like way too long. "You're always happy to jump to fucking if I'm ready and want it."

Sam sits back on his heels between her legs and once more stares at her a moment. He points a finger at her when an idea hits him. He then jump out of the bed while wagging his finger, his mind working fast, and heads out the room in just his boxer-briefs.

And then Lou is alone. She sits up and waits. She listens for him, wondering what he's doing, but only hears a door opening somewhere inside the giant building. Incredulously, Lou lifts then drops her arms at her sides with loss. "Uh… looking to get some ass here!" she shouts out the open bedroom door. Still quiet. "Anyone!? Horny woman looking for some dick!"

Soon she hears the quick padding of big feet making their way closer. Soon, Sam appears with a grin on his face as he shuts the door with his foot behind him. He stands there at the foot of the bed with a hand behind his back, looking at Lou. "You're so fucking impatient," he informs her like its news to either of them.

Instead of questioning anything, Lou gives him a hungry once over. He hasn't lost it. Any of it. A new scar or two but… "God damn, of course I am. You got me all worked up and left… fuck, you're hot."

Looking down at his feet with almost bashfulness before lifting his eyes back up to her, Lou's heart swoops when she sees the playful yet signature shy-Sam look in his eyes.

"I fucking love you," Lou says to him, grinning wide. She was unable to hold it back.

The surprise shows in his expression. "I love you, too. Enough to…." He pauses to pull his hand out from behind his back. Lou's eyes widen with excitement when she sees what he went to go retrieve. "Cool you off when you need it."

He's holding a bowl of ice cubes. Last night, after running out for food and a few things to survive, Lou filled the ancient metal ice cube tray and popped it into the freezer. She figured she might want some whiskey with one cube, just like on relaxing nights at home. Then… she realized she isn't supposed to be drinking right now. Then the internal battle started about how it didn't matter if she planned to end the pregnancy… but what if she chickens out… she can't chicken out so it's fine to drink… then she got exhausted of it all and fell asleep. But this use of ice is WAY better than what she had planned.

"Oh, I really love you," Lou delights at his creativity in a pinch.

Sam grins something shit-eating, then pops a cube of ice into his mouth before lifting the blanket at the bottom of the bed over Lou's feet. He crawls in head first, bowl with him.

"Oh… Oh!," Lou shivers with the first cold touch. "Oh, fuck. Yeah, I fucking love you. Ooh… OH!"

The sharp tone of her phone ringing wakes her back up three hours later. Lou reaches to the nightstand with barely cracked eyes and grabs her cell phone.

"Yep," Lou grumps into the receiver when she holds it to her ear.

"Oh, good! You guys are alive!"

She rolls her eyes. "Morning, Lizard."

"You mean noon?" she snips back. "Twenty-four hours, Lou! Nothing from you, not even a text, when you two were heading into something completely unknown."

"Sorry," Lou apologizes right away as she sits up and leans back into the wooden headboard of the bed. She looks to the side to see Sam looking up at her with a small, soft smile. The bowl of water behind him on the nightstand reminding her of the previous wake up and how much better it was than this one. "We were… distracted."

"You told him?" Lizzy hopes.

"No, jerk," Lou fires back, praying Lizzy hears the subliminal message. "Haven't had a good moment for that yet."

"But you're thinking about telling him?" Lizzy keeps prying.

Lou sighs like a teenager before dropping her hand from her ear. She presses the speaker phone option and says," Say hi to Sam."

"Hey, Lizzy," Sam says as he leans up onto his elbow.

"Hey, Sam-I-Am," she returns with, a sunny tone in her voice. "So? Whats the deal out there?"

"Uh… well…."

"Pack some bags," Sam cuts Lou off. "And meet us here."

"Uh…"

"You need to see this place to believe it," Sam lets her know. "I couldn't have guessed what this place actually was but… just come here. Bring everyone."

"Even Sammy?" Lou questions.

"Definitely. Derek and Cass too."

"I'll call Cass but he's still MIA," Lizzy lets them know, clearly concerned and annoyed by the angel's absence. "So, I take it that this mother-load place is safe?"

"Beyond," Lou nods to herself. "We've never been safer anywhere."

"That why you clearly holed up all morning in a bed somewhere?"

Sam and Lou look at each other questioningly. Sam mouths, "How did she know?"

Lou shrugs.

"Idiots, I can hear the sheets when you move," Lizzy lets them in on her detective skills. "At least you aren't bickering anymore."

"We're good right now," Lou smiles at Sam. "Don't worry."

"Hey! Hot Shot, come here!" They both listen as Dean yells back a gruff and annoyed 'what!?'. "Just come here! I'm talking to Louie and Sam!"

"This better be good," they listen to Dean complain as his voice come closer. "So?"

"Why are you so bitchy?" Sam asks, hearing the frustration in his brother's voice.

"Fucking Derek," he whines. "He's kicking our asses in Candyland."

"Are you seriously upset about Candyland right now?" Lizzy asks him with pure annoyance.

"Dude won three times in a row! I mean, how can he keep pulling doubles and the freakin' ice cream card every damn time?"

There's a pause on the other end, Sam just shaking his head with his ridiculous brother.

"Wow," Lizzy simply responds.

"He's gotta be cheating…"

"Get off it," Lizzy gets mad now.

"I will when he stops cheating!"

"Dean, hey!" Sam calls out to get his brother in the right frame of mind. "We need you guys to pack up and come meet us."

"Where?" Dean questions. "The mother-load place?"

"Oh, yeah. Definitely," Lou smiles out. "I don't want to spoil the surprise, but this place is nuts. Just get here and check it out."

"Derek too?" Dean questions.

"He wants in he better get a good look at how deep we are," Lou tells them. "If he gets overwhelmed then… maybe this isn't for him."

"Overwhelmed? What the hell is this place?" Lizzy tries again.

"Just get here, Lizard," Lou directs. "And pack for a few days."

"Seriously, you sure it's safe?"

"Yes! Get here!" Lou directs and hangs up. She quickly texts the address to Lizzy along with a warning that it's pretty hidden, keep her eyes open. Dropping her phone onto the nightstand, Lou turns back to Sam. "We have about… three hours."

"We should check the place out more," Sam says though his body doesn't move an inch.

"Yeah, maybe try and pull books that could help us figure out the whole… prophecy of Sammy thing." Lou nods, sliding under the covers again to sidle her body against Sam's.

"You check the biblical section?" Sam leans in and, with a hand in her hair, kisses her lips slowly once. "I'll pick through the demon stockpile?" he then kisses her again, making it clear he's not actually planning to do that right away.

"Sounds like a plan," Lou responds with a low tone, he hand slipping down his body and grabbing him hard.

"Ooh!" Sam jolts with a surprise, allowing himself a moment silliness.

Lou just laughs at the moment before pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of the sexiest nerd she's ever met. "Leave it to you to talk research-dirty to me before a little noontime fuck."

"Should I go get my Post-Its?" Sam jests.

"They'd make great pasties," Lou grins out and sits up, looking at her naked breasts. "Oh my god, you'd cream your undies if I ever did that!"

"No I wouldn't," Sam denies right away.

"Um, yeah… you totally would," she rebuts.

"Maybe I would," Sam just ends it there while grabbing her face. "Come 'ere." He pulls her down to him for another kiss.

Not enough sexy Sam ever. Just this humble person's opinion.

Hope you are all staying healthy. The world is a mess. Get distracted by this for a hot second but don't forget to show some love everyday! Support each other, no matter what.