Chapter 14

A thing for the Cookie Monster

"Dean," Sam huffed. "I'm serious. Please go and grab a beer."

Dean frowned.

"Look, Sammy, I get that you like her, but…"

"She has had a rough day," Sam cut in firmly. "Just give us a moment."

Dean rolled his eyes and raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine, but make it quick."

Sam sighed when Dean closed the door behind him. They had decided to stay in a motel for the night; the drive back to the cabin would have taken hours. Castiel had gone to make some arrangements for summoning Gabriel, although he had still pointed out that he hadn't liked this plan at all. Sam wasn't sure if he liked it either, he wanted to keep Mia safe. It was kind of strange how protective he felt of her, he really couldn't explain it himself. Some small voice in the back of his head kept telling that it was all because of Lucifer, but he didn't want to believe that.

Couldn't it be possible that he simply liked her because she was a sweet beautiful girl? Who just happened to have Lucifer's mark on her chest… And he just happened to be Lucifer's vessel. No, this wasn't because of that. At least so he kept telling to himself. He took a deep breath and sat down on an armchair, Mia was just taking a shower. It didn't take long when the bathroom door opened and she stepped outside. Her dark hair was soaking wet and she was wearing a pale blue Cookie Monster nightie with the text "Me Love Cookies" printed on the front. For a moment Sam couldn't do anything but stare at her, the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"Go ahead," Mia sighed. "You can laugh if you want."

Sam cleared his throat.

"What? No, no, you look…cute."

The truth was that she looked more than cute, she looked hot. What? Yes, she looked damn hot wearing a Cookie Monster nightie. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Right, sure," Mia snorted. "You can thank Castiel for this." She paused and looked around. "Where's Dean?"

"He went to grab a beer," Sam replied.

"Oh. That's probably for the best; I think I need a moment to prepare for his 'funny' comments."

Sam smiled.

"Yeah, he often likes to think he's funny."

They were both quiet for a brief moment; Mia was biting her bottom lip.

"Listen… I want to apologize for what happened today," she murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"You know…the whole…slapping you thing. I just… that woman really…"

"It's okay," Sam said and stood up. "I understand, no need to apologize."

Slowly Mia looked up and smiled.

"What you did today… Stood between me and someone who was going to shoot me… No matter what happens, I'll never forget that, Sam. Never."

"It was nothing," Sam murmured, the grateful look in her eyes made him feel uncomfortable.

"It was something," she argued. "After everything that had happened, the devil, the apocalypse, me not having a dad, this nightie, I have no idea how I could have handled it all without you. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He swallowed and slowly walked over to her. She blinked her eyes nervously when he touched her hair.

"Mia… I… I would like to kiss you. Please tell me if you don't want that."

A flush was rising in her cheeks when she nodded.

"I do."

So did he. More than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Gently he cupped her chin and raised her head. She looked a little nervous, but she smiled at him. She was almost a head shorter than him, so he needed to lean down.

"You're beautiful," he murmured and pulled her into his arms, drawing her tight against him. Her body tensed at first, making him to loose his embrace a bit. He wanted to make sure that it didn't feel too tight or forceful to her. Feeling her warmth and softness almost made him to lose control; he hadn't truly realized how much he wanted this until this moment. Gently he took her mouth with his own, brushing her lips lightly with his. She tasted amazing, but he forced himself to keep the kiss gentle until he felt her relaxing in his embrace. His hands rested on her hips when she pushed up on her toes and twined her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his head down.

Her body had completely melted against him and her lips had softened to perfectly fit his. Slowly he deepened the kiss, teasing the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Judging by her body's reaction, she liked it. She opened her mouth against his and gave his tongue an access without hesitation. He let out a groan when she sunk her fingers into his hair and stroked his tongue with her own. His hand had already taken a hold of the back of her head while his other one had grabbed her by the waist, keeping her in place. It was some kind of strange primal reaction; he needed to make sure that she wasn't going anywhere. They were both out of breath when their lips finally parted; she wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her up. Neither of them spoke when he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. She was panting heavily when he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her.

"You're so beautiful, Mia."

She looked a little shy when she let out a nervous giggle.

"Wearing this nightie?"

He smiled and lied down beside her.

"Absolutely," he replied and trailed his fingers over her arm.

She rolled on her side to face him.

"Please don't tell me that you have thing for the Cookie Monster," she said smiling.

He laughed and softly touched her neck with his lips.

"Maybe."

She shivered when he wrapped his arms tightly around her and his lips found her rapidly beating pulse point. She let out a moan when he sucked it; his hands were caressing her back on their way to her waist. Her body was very responsive; he could easily tell how she liked to be touched. She almost jumped when his fingers caressed the sensitive skin on the back of her knee.

"Sorry," she murmured. "I'm a little ticklish."

"Good to know," he replied innocently, making her to playfully slap his chest.

"Don't you dare."

He smiled and took her mouth with his own; she was eagerly kissing him back. Slowly he slid his hand up her thigh and started to pull the hem of her nightie up. Her whole body tensed immediately when his fingers reached her stomach and touched her scars.

"It's okay," he said calmingly and stroked her hair. That didn't make her to relax, she looked distressed.

"You're beautiful," he continued. "I would like to show that to you if you let me."

She looked at him insecurely.

"Sam…I…"

"Can you trust me?"

She nodded, but her body was still tense. Slowly he moved lower and lifted her nightie. She flinched when he gently kissed her scars.

"You really don't have to…" she murmured. "I don't expect…"

"You're beautiful," he repeated firmly and continued kissing her stomach until she started slowly to relax. She was breathing heavily and blinking her eyes when he raised his head. Shyly she smiled at him when he lied down beside her and touched her reddened cheek.

"Did that feel alright?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Yes, thank you."

She was relaxed when he continued kissing her and caressing her body, but she tensed again when his fingers eventually reached the edging of her panties. Unfortunately he was too occupied to notice that, he had never wanted any woman like he wanted her. He simply needed to have her.

"Sam," she said in a small voice. "I need to tell you something."

"Sure, go ahead," he murmured, his lips were sucking her neck.

"I…I've never done this."

"Done what?" he asked absentmindedly, at the moment he was unable to comprehend her words.

"You know…have sex."

His eyes widened when he understood what she had just said, he raised his head and looked at her. She was smiling insecurely.

"We can still do this if you want; I just…wanted to warn you in case you wonder why I'm so…bad."

All he could do was curse himself for not noticing something so obvious, even a blind person could have seen this. For some incomprehensible reason the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Clearly she wasn't ready for this, how could she be when they had just moments ago kissed for the first time. Gently he touched her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"We're not going to do this tonight," he said. "Not here. You definitely deserve something better than a sleazy motel room."

She looked concerned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"Mia," he said firmly and cupped her face. "I know things have been crazy and we have a lot of problems to deal with, but please believe me when I say that I'm not going anywhere. I want to be with you and I'm hoping you feel the same way."

She was quiet for a brief moment before replying.

"You mean…you want to be my boyfriend?"

He hadn't really thought of it like that, but basically that was what he had meant. He wanted her very badly.

"Yeah, I do."

"Right…Okay then."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Okay then?"

She burst into laughter.

"Yeah. I don't like meaningless chitchat."

"Works for me." He paused and kissed her. "Do you want to watch TV?"

"Sure."

She snuggled against him when he turned the TV on; he wrapped an arm around her. He wasn't completely sure what had just happened, but he wasn't complaining. Feeling her so close made him feel calm. Mia sighed tiredly; Sam could tell that she was almost asleep when Dean returned with Castiel.

"Cas…" Dean's tense voice said when the door opened.

Both Sam and Mia got into a sitting position.

"Hey," Mia greeted them.

Castiel was staring at Sam and Mia.

"Cas, this is ridiculous," Dean snorted.

The angel didn't say anything; he simply walked over to the bed.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"I would like to have a word with Mia," Castiel replied.

She looked a little confused, but she stood up.

"What is it?"

Castiel glanced at Sam and placed his hands on Mia's shoulders.

"I apologize in advance for this."

"What…"

The next thing Sam realized was that Castiel pulled Mia close and pressed his lips against hers. He was actually kissing her.