"Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"You're not mad that I came are you?" I asked, pushing myself up so that I was resting all my upper body weight on my elbows.

"I'd rather you of come then knowing that I left you alone back in Stanford."

"I'm just going to be in the way though."

"Nicole, you were raised with my dad, right next door. He raised Dean and I like warriers, and I know that you participated in those activities too even if you never showed an interest."

I sighed. "You didn't want to come did you?" He asked, sitting up and leaning against the head bored of the wobbly bed.

"No, I just don't want to be in the way. I mean you are following your dads directions and everything, what if he didn't want me to help?"

"You're talking crazy."

"I'm talking like a rational person."

"Last I checked rational people don't just up and leave school to hunt monsters."

I let out a small laugh. "I guess you're right but I feel like I'm impossing."

He patted his lap and motioned for me to come sit on it. I did and leaned back on his chest letting him rest his head on top of mine.

"You're not impossing when I asked you to come." I just nodded, even if I did still feel like I was. "Promise me that you won't think that anymore." I just nodded again when I felt my head being tilted to the side so that I was looking up at him. "Trust me, if you weren't welcome Dean would of said something. But I need you here." He wrapped his arms securly around my lower waste, securing me against his own body and kissed me. Every time his skin connected with mine it was like seeing fireworks exploding in my head. This time I kissed him back, tilting my head farther to the side to give him better acsess with his tounge as it gently massaged my own inside my mouth. He stared deepening the kiss, putting so much passion and force onto me that my head rolled to the side, letting him have the chance to kiss my neck, and it tickled. I laughed out loud on acident and thats when I heard a groan and my eyes shot open, with Sam still sucking on my neck. I sw Dean watching us, half awake and grumbling, and as Sam started to grip my sides I kept grabbing his hands.

"Baby come on, stop now." He laughed as he stopped but as he saw his brother he was quiet.

"Don't look at me like that Sam I'm not a teacher spying to get you into trouble, just seeing what all the racket was about." He smirked and rolled over so that his back was to us.

"Told you he doesn't mind having you here. And I don't mind either."

"Yeah but that's because I give you benifits." I said, twirling my finger in his shaggy brown hair and smirking at him. "But I could always go on strike."

"Don't you dare."

"Just so things aren't akward with you and your brother."

"Things aren't akward."

I was almost near laughing now because he thought I was serious. I turned myself around on his lap and straddled him, sitting back slightly and resting one of my hands on his inner thigh.

"Oh, but I think that things are akward." I whispered in his ear. He placed his hands tight on my thighs and pulled me forward, rocking his hips against mine as he did so.

"I hate it when you tease me." He said in a deeper voice and I couldn't help but smile away from his face.

"I'm not teasing." I lied and started slowly kissing his jaw line, very slowly. I moved down his neck even slower and heard him groan. I kept kissing lower down to the hem of his neck line as my hands made their way to the bottum of this dark blue long sleeved shirt. Still kissing his collar bone I slowly started to drag it up, letting my skin brush against his lightly and I felt him pulse beneath me. "Someone's a little excited." I breathed, lifting his shirt over his head and letting my hands rest on his chest. His hands moved up until they were resting on my waste right under my shirt and his hands were cold, sending a chill right down my spine. "Your hands are freezing" I said before gently kissing his lips but pulling away before he could get anymore. "So are yours." He said, before roughly kissing my open mouth and yanking my shirt off my head, briefly interrupting the kiss before it got more heated. That's when he started taking over and took to kissing my neck, occasionally biting it. I moaned as quietly as I could, having to bite down on my bottom lip as to not disturb Dean. I was only shocked back to reality, away from the fireworks and electricity or his touch, when I felt his fingers running along the edge of my jeans.

"Sam?" No response, He just kept sucking on my neck flicking his tongue across the exposed skin. "Sam." I said a little louder, gripping his shoulder making him sit back.

"What?" He groaned.

"I'm not ready." I whispered, laying my head on the base of his neck as his hands gently rubbed my back.

"Ok." He sounded a little disappointed, like he did every other time that I started something like this.

"Baby, it's not that I don't want to, it's just I can't. Not yet anyway."

"It's fine baby."

"You're mad at me aren't you?"

"No. You just started something that is a little painful." I knew what he was talking about because I could feel his member poking the inside of my thigh.

"I'm sorry Sam, I know you're annoyed. Some day I promise, just not yet." I said weakly into his chest, taking a deep breath in and inhaling his sent. He always smelled good, and it wasn't all his cologne.

"I'll be right back." He said, kissing my forehead before getting up from underneath me to go to the bathroom.

I didn't even bother putting back on my shirt, just pulled back the thin blanket and crawled underneath it, turning to face the door. It was a few minutes before Sam came out of the bathroom, plunging the room into total darkness. I pretended to be asleep as he climbed into bed next to me and brushed some of my hair out of my face.

"I know you're still awake Nicole."

I sighed and rolled over. "You tired?" He asked and I nodded, lying on my back. He pressed his lips to mine gently before draping his arm over my stomach and laying his head on my shoulder. I rested my hand on his waste that was turned into me and mumbled goodnight into his hair. Never knowing what dreams were about to haunt his sleeping life.

This dream is in Sams head

Nothing but rain and trees could be seen for miles as he and his brother drove through the mountains of Montana. Sam's heart was racing threw his chest, every beat of his blood was a step closer to find Nicole. It was his fault that he left her all alone in that hotel room while they chased a decoy, his fault that they basically let her set out and get taken by the same thing that had taken their father. It was all he could do from shooting himself. Just thinking that there was a possibility that she was still alive was enough to keep him from sleeping for days. He refused to believe Dean, that there were slim chances that her body was even left. He refused to believe that all hope almost seemed gone. But still they drove on, chasing what little clues that they had to Nicole's bloody disappearance.

Finally after what seemed like hours they drove upon an old log cabin, some dozen or so miles deep into the heart of the mountains. But Sam didn't wait for his brother until walking up, shotgun in hand, and banging on the door.

No answer.

This time he pounded on the door, cutting his hand on one of the rough strips of wood, but the pain was nothing he felt compared to what was going threw his heart. He stood back, his brother not even half way to the house yet and kicked the door with such force that it opened with ease. Sam raced inside, gun at his side and ready to fire. But nothing was in there. Just a lot of dirt and cobwebs. But he wasn't going to give up that easily. Dean had joined him now and they were going to begin their search. Dean was heading for the basement, while Sam volunteered to go up stairs.

None of the lights worked, but at least he was lucky enough to have half open windows to search by. He had almost given up hope when searching the last bedroom when he opened the last door.

His breath caught in his throat while an invisible hand seemed to be squeezing his heart. There laying in the bathtub was Nicole, naked and wet. The walls of the bathroom were covered in blood as was everything else that had been left in there during the slaughter. The gun slipped from his trembling fingers as he knelt beside her, brushing a strand of highlighted dark hair out of her frozen face. Biting his lower lip he pressed two shaking fingers to feel for a pulse.

There was none.

I felt Sams grasp on me begin to tighten. We had moved in our sleep so now I was laying facing him on my side and he kept pulling me closer and closer, almost crushing my ribs as he was mumbling things that I couldn't understand.

"Sam." I chocked out, trying to shake him awake with my hands that were still pressed into his chest.

"Sam!" I said a little bit louder and his eyes shot open, darting around the room as a trickle of cold sweat shrieked down his forehead and caused his hair to stick to his skin. He didn't loosen his grip but held me tighter.

"Sam, baby, are you ok, I need to breathe you know." He didn't seem like he heard me for another minute when he let his grip slip just a little bit, but still held a firm hold.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"No you're not. You had me in a boa constrictor hold and were talking in your sleep. Were you having dreams again?" I asked, referring to the week before our friend Mindy committed suicide two years ago and he had dreams about her dieing.

"Yeah."

"Abut who?" He didn't answer, just wiggled out from me and stood up, leaning on the dresser with his head bowed. "Who was it about Sam?" I asked, but I didn't remove myself from my shot on the bed, if he wanted to tell me then he would, and if he didn't want me to know, then I guess I would have to be satisfied with that too.

He still didn't answer, I looked around the room for Dead, but the sound of water running in the bathroom didn't make me have to look far. I stood up from my warm position to face the cold chills of being barely covered in the early spring time air and walked over to my boyfriend, who was still slightly shaking from whatever he dreamed about. I placed a hand on his shoulder blade that caused him to up slightly and turn to look at me.

"Come on baby, tell me who it was about." He didn't say anything again, just wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug, running his fingers threw my hair and taking deep breaths.

"It was nothing Nicole."

"Please tell me if you have it again? I don't like it when you're closed off, it scares me Sam." I mumbled, running my hands up and down his back as I pulled away only enough so that I could look up at him.

"I promise if I have it again that I'll tell you. But it's nothing to worry about so please don't get mad."

I just nodded my head before removing myself from his arms and pulling out a black shirt and clean pair of jeans to change into once Dean came out of the shower.

It freaked me out when he had dreams like this, and even if it didn't show I was worried out of my mind cause he's had these things a few times before, none of which he liked to be open with. The only reason I found out about the dreams about Mindy was that he was talking in his sleep one night and I could understand what he was saying. I pulled on my clean clothes and started to brush my long hair before putting it up into a high pony tail. Sam was in the shower now and Dean was out paying for the room, leaving me all alone in the room.