Chapter 6

Sam lay on his back while Breeze cuddled into his side with her head resting on his chest. He was spent but in a good way. They had made passionate love and explored each other's bodies finding all the sensitive spots. He absently rubbed her back as she purred contently and traced circles on his chest.

"I gotta say Sammy, you do know how to make a women feel on top of the world good," she cooed.

"You're not bad yourself," he chuckled kissing the top of her head. "It was amazing."

Before either could say anything else a loud banging sounded at the bedroom door.

"If you two want a late dinner you better get your asses out of bed," Dean's deep voice yelled to them. "I'm not keeping it warm for you."

Breeze couldn't help but giggle at Dean's actions and laughed when she saw the Sam's bitch face, he threw at the door.

"Guess we should get up. I wouldn't put it past Dean to come barging in to get us up."

"I'm not shy and have nothing to be ashamed of, let him come in," Breeze told Sam as she sat up in bed letting the covers fall from her breast.

"Yeah, but I don't like to share," Sam mumbled as he grabbed her by the waist to pull her down on him and captured a nipple in his mouth to suck and tease.

"Easy my sexy giant. We can continue this later. I, for one am hungry," Breeze groaned grabbing Sam's face and kissing him deeply before getting up, letting her hand trail over his growing erection. "That will have to wait until later. I'm sure we can do something to get it up again," she teased.

"Bummer," Sam pouted as his stomach growled wanting food. "Guess we do need to eat to keep our strength up." He watched Breeze bend over showing her bottom as she sorted their clothes and tossed his to him. He reached and ran a hand over it as she pulled her briefs up. She slapped it away and tsked him pointing to his clothes while she continued to dress. "Yes ma'am."

When the couple was presentable, they made their way to the kitchen holding hands to get knowing, smirky looks from Storm and Dean. Sam ignored them and went to the fridge to get them something to drink.

"Was your nap as good as ours?" Breeze asked Storm as she sat on a bar stool.

"Of course, it was," Storm replied hiding a laugh behind her hand.

"I aim to please," Dean piped in with a goofy smile on his face. "It's about time you two hooked up."

All Sam could do was stand there listening to them talking about their sex and felt his face flush.

"I'd say Sammy brought out the big guns," Breeze offered, with a smirk.

"He had a good teacher," Dean preened slapping Sam on the back in passing almost making him fall.

"So, he learned his moves from you?" Breeze asked Dean.

"Who else? I know how to please a woman and leave her wanting more. Isn't that right sweetheart?"

"Enough about our sexual exploits," Storm said. "Did Sam give you 'The Talk'?"

"If you mean he told me about them being hunters and that make believe monsters are real, yeah he did."

"And…You're not freaked, are you?"

"You know me better than that," Breeze scoffed. "I find it intriguing and interesting, and I want to know more."

"I knew you'd feel that way!" Storm squealed in delight as she hugged her.

"Why don't you two take this somewhere else so I can cook us some dinner?" Dean inquired shooing them from the kitchen.

"You have to tell me what you know," Breeze told Storm. "Sammy said you helped them out on a couple of hunts. What did you do and how did you know what to do?"

"Breeze, one thing," Storm offered in a whisper as they settled on the couch. "You might not want to call Sam, Sammy. That's Dean's nickname for him. No one else calls him that."

"Oh, sorry. He didn't say anything about it."

"Sam is a polite gentleman and wouldn't. You see, Dean raised him after their mother died and, well, it's a brother thing. I guess. I take it from what the guys have told me, their father wasn't around much so Dean was a father and mother and big brother to Sam."

"I get it. I'll have to figure something else out to call him then. How about Stud Muffin?" she laughed picturing Sam's face if she called him that.

"Oh please," Storm laughed with her. "Sam's a sensitive, caring person, and I think you two are good together."

"Yeah, we are. But tell me, how do you and Dean make it work? How often do you see him?"

"It varies depending on the case they're on and where they're at in the country. They try to get by at least two times a month, if possible, sometimes more. When I can, I'll take a long weekend and Dad's friend has a cabin that we go to and get away from everything."

"And you're good with that, him not being around all the time?"

"I am. It just makes seeing him all the more exciting and spontaneous. He's my soulmate Bree, I would wait forever for him to come back to me. Before you get too involved, I need you to understand about Dean and Sam. Hunting is their job, and they don't get paid for it, nor do they get any recognition when they save people. You can't try to change Sam and make him something he's not. You have to accept him for who he is and cherish the time you do have with him. If that's something you can't do, don't lead him on, go ahead and cut it off before either of you get hurt."

"Okay, but I think I'm already hooked, and I would never change who Sammy, I mean Sam is. He's a complex person that has a lot of layers and I hope he will let me in so I can get to know him better."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I thought you might, but I had to ask."

"I wish I could have been here after you were attacked to help you through it, but I think Dean and Sam helped you."

"Dean was so patient and caring and loving. He gave me space and let me cry and breakdown. I could see it was killing him for me to go through that, because he couldn't stop it or take it from me."

"I'd say you have a keeper for sure. And you're sure Sam doesn't have anyone out there waiting on him to come back to?"

"No, the only girl he ever loved was killed when he was in college. Did you know he won a scholarship to Stanford? He was studying law. Jessica, I think her name was. She died their senior year."

"He did tell me a little about her. I could tell it still haunts him."

"Yes, but he's slowly moving past that now. I've gained his trust and he'll talk to me about things now that he can't talk about with Dean. And maybe you're just what he needs."

"Hold on Sis, did you plan this? Setting us up?"

"Me?" Storm asked innocently as her eyes danced merrily.

"So, tell me, what did you see and what did you do on a hunt?"

"I didn't really see a lot, but I helped save Dean's life when he was dying and got Sam out of a cage when he was kidnapped by human cannibals."

"Sam told me some of that story. Girl, you rock! Maybe they'll let me go with them on a hunt."

"I don't know, it's dangerous and I pray every day that neither will get hurt or killed when they're on a case and will come back to me."

"I'm tougher than I look," Breeze insisted. "Maybe after I see where this is going between me and my gentle giant, I'll ask him to let me come."

"Don't be disappointed if he refuses. They both have very deep, strong protective streaks for people they care about."

"What else do you know about?"

"Well, Sam gave me some websites that are pretty good, and he let me borrow a couple of books to read…." Storm told her.

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"You wanna fix a salad to go with the meal?" Dean asked Sam who was still standing in the kitchen not sure what just happened around him. "Earth to Sammy. You with me dude?"

"Ummm…Yeah, sure," Sam finally said pulling out of his trance. He went to the sink to wash his hands while Dean got out ingredients for the salad. "What are you fixing?"

"Barbecue chicken, sauteed onions, fried potatoes, rolls, and your salad. Storm already has a pie ready, all I have to do is pop it in the oven."

"Sounds good," Sam mumbled as he started tearing lettuce into a bowl. He washed a tomato, cucumber, and carrots to cut up and add to the bowl, mixing as he went. "Do we have shredded cheese?"

"Yeah, I think so, check the drawer," Dean nodded to the fridge.

"Alright," Sam opened it and found the shredded cheese and checked on salad dressings, seeing she had several flavors.

"I'm going to put the chicken on the grill, watch my potatoes and don't let them burn."

"I got it," Sam fussed looking to the stove for a moment before going back to his chopping. He could hear talking in the other room but couldn't understand what they were saying. Giggling and laugher made him wonder what they were discussing and hoped it wasn't about him. He blushed as he recalled their time together earlier and hoped there might be a repeat performance tonight.

Sam was turning the potatoes when Dean came back in to check the food cooking inside. He nodded his approval and got the plates and silverware to take outside to the picnic table so they could eat outside. The weather was nice and cool, making for a good evening to get one more meal outside before it was too cold.

"Are they still talking in there?" Dean asked when he heard perils of laugher from the other room.

"Yep, and they seemed to be having a great time getting caught up."

"So, you and Breeze…You guys seemed to be hitting it off."

"We are, I like her."

"I'd say it's a little more than like Sammy. I saw how you looked at her," Dean chuckled. "I like her. There's something kind of familiar about her…"

"That's because she's a kindred spirit to you. She likes classic cars, pie, and bacon."

"That just shows we both have good taste. I think she's a keeper."

"I don't know, we're just getting to know each other, and she just found out about what we do. She probably needs a little time to absorb all that. I don't know where this might lead."

"So, you get to know her better. See what kind of person she is. I mean, she didn't call the cops or run away when you told her what we did, did she?"

"No, she wanted to know more about it actually."

"There you go! I better go check the chicken," Dean told him before heading back outside. "Wanna tell the girls food will be ready shortly?"

"Okay." Sam dried his hands and stepped into the living room making the girls fall silent and give him a mischief look as their eyes roamed up and down his body for a moment. "Umm…mmm…Dean says dinner is almost ready."

"Good, I'm starved," Storm replied. "Shall we?"

"After you Sis," Breeze agreed getting up to follow her into the kitchen and out the backdoor to the deck that Dean had all set up for them.

"My, my, I do love a man who can cook," Storm praised Dean as she put her arms around his waist and kissed his neck as he turned the chicken.

"And I love a woman who lets me," Dean responded turning his head to kiss her lips before going back to his job. "Sammy, you can start bringing out the food from inside and the drinks for everyone."

"I'll help," Breeze offered jumping back up and hooking her arm into Sam's as they went back inside.

"I figure we'll all want a beer if you want to get them from the fridge," Sam told her as he picked up the bowl of fried potatoes. He waited for Breeze to grab a carton of beers from the fridge and open the door for them.

They went back in and got the salad, dressings, sauteed onions, and rolls sitting them on the picnic table. Dean took up the chicken and placed the platter in middle of the table.

"Well gang, lets dig in while it's hot."

Everyone agreed and started filling their plates. Storm and Breeze fawned over Dean for his grilling and cooking skills and babied Sam when he pouted saying he fixed the salad. They told stories about growing up and Dean relayed the one where Sam jumped off a shed and broke his arm. Dean's reasoning was he was playing Batman and he can't fly like Superman can getting rolls of laughter from the girls. Storm told about a time when her and Breeze dressed up as military guys and tried to get into the NCO club and were caught.

The girls insisted the guys go into the living room to relax while they cleaned up and put away the few leftovers. Neither brother objected and they made themselves scarce while the girls did their thing.

"Hey guys," Storm called when they were done cleaning. "How about a few hands of poker while we let our food settle?"

"You sure you want to lose?" Dean called back.

"Oh! Bring it on," Breeze challenged. "Let's see what you've got."

"C'mon Sammy, we need to show them how to play poker." Dean was never one to back down from a challenge and got up from the couch to head into the kitchen.

"Are you sure about that?" Sam asked softly. He saw the determined look on both the girls' faces and thought they may have met their match.

"Hell yeah, we can hustle with the best of them."

Storm got out the cards and ran to the bedroom to get her jar of pennies to use as chips. She poured the pennies out and they each took fifty coins, stacking them in front of them.

"Okay gentlemen, what's your poison? Jacks or Better, Texas Hold 'um, Five card draw, Deuces Wild…" Breeze spouted as she shuffled the cards like an expert.

"Ladies choice," Dean told her as he lined up his stacks of pennies. "Each penny is worth say five dollars to make it easy."

Sam and Storm looked at each other as Dean and Breeze stared each other down. This was going to be an interesting game of cards with two alphas vying for the win. Two hours later, Sam had lost his last penny and a couple of hands later so did Storm. Dean and Breeze were out for blood as they continued to play while Storm motioned for Sam to join her in the living room.

"Do you think they'll quit or call it a draw?" Sam chuckled when he heard Dean swear when he lost another hand.

"I don't know but I'm stopping it soon so we can go to bed," Storm sighed. "I can't believe I didn't see it."

"See what?"

"How much alike those two are."

"I know I noticed it too."

"Sam, I don't mean to pry or anything, but what do you think of Breeze?"

"From what I know of her so far, she's a caring, honest, outspoken, sexy woman. She can do the tough woman attitude, but she's a thinker and doesn't do anything recklessly. I like her."

"That's good. I'm trying to get together a big surprise for Dean and I hope you and Breeze will join us."

"That sounds intriguing, but so you know, Dean doesn't really like surprises."

"Oh, I think he'll love this one. I'll let you know when I have more details and we can work it out together."

"I'm game," Sam agreed and looked to the kitchen when voices got louder as the two poker players started arguing over who had the best poker face.

"If Dean doesn't win, I'll never hear the end of it," Storm whined rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"You may have to do something to get him in a better mood," Sam huffed.

"I think I know what might do that. I'll give them another hour and we're robbing the game," Storm stated. She found the remote and turned on the television, scanning the guide for something to watch. She settled down next to Sam and tried to tune out the two in the kitchen as they continued to play poker, neither wanted to be outdone by the other.

A/N: Sam and Breeze are getting to know each other, and Storm has a surprise for them all. Thanks for coming on this journey. Reviews/Comments would make my day. NC