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Warning: intimate scene, if sex offends you I won't blame you for skipping it. Please read the end of the chapter though or you'll be lost.

#CHAPTER 6#

Staring down at the unconscious colonel I am trying not to panic. "Carter!" slapping her face, I'm freaking out here. Still nothing. She's breathing, that's something. It doesn't relieve my panic at all. Sam doesn't appear to be bleeding, what now? I grab my water bottle, take a sip then splash some on her face. At the tiny bit of a reaction, get a little more excited. "Hey Sam, come on-" grabbing her shoulders again. "Wake up." Stroke her face. "Please Sam."

She opens her eyes. "Oh thank god. Take it easy," as she tries to sit up I help her. Give her a massive hug as relief floods through me.

"Here," hand her my water bottle, she has a couple of sips, as I try to get my breath back under control, start to shiver. I stutter "Are you okay?"

"Think so, you?"

"Fine," teeth chatter out.

"Grace you're shaking." She states, pulls me in for another hug, tight.

"I'm fine." Falling back into sitting on my feet, ignoring the pain that shoots through my left foot, look into her eyes and a rush of mixed feelings bubble to the surface.

Then I spy a cut on her forehead above her left ear, so reach out my right hand to get the hair out of the way, when I graze her cheek, so caught in emotion and I'm overcome. All thoughts leave my mind as my lips join hers. Let go abruptly, pretty sure shock on my face.

"Holy Hannah" she breathes.

I try to swallow, my mouth has gone dry. What on earth was I thinking? "Oh umm, I'm so sorry. I don't know what just happened." She's silent until she clears her throat. "Guess we should pack up, since we've been missing from camp for a few hours now."

We use the light from the fire, which is still going, to find our equipment. Trying to pick up my axe with my left hand "Shitt!" hiss out. Cradle it in my other hand.

"Grace?"

"It's just my wrist, it got bit banged up."

"Come here," looking at my hand by the firelight, I struggle not to pull it away. Embarrassment is high on my list of current emotions. Have known for a long time that I'm crazy but these past few days I've added 'stupid crazy' to that list. "Do you have something to wrap this?"

"No, I did mean to get a kit when I was in town."

"Okay take off your jacket," she wraps it around my left arm for a makeshift sling.

"What about your head?" .

"It'll be fine til we get back." Sam picks up my day-pack, adding the axes to it; with the handles sticking out, and puts it on her back. She passes my torch to my left hand and shovel to my right, to use as a walking stick; picks up her own and we move out. Only speaking to check how each other is doing.

At least an hour and a half later we hobble into sight of the camp buildings, after a few minutes I spot a giant shadow coming towards us. It's Sam running around with his shotgun up, heading for us obviously having seen our torches. "Colonel Carter? Grace?" When he's close enough to make us out, the gun is lowered. "Where on earth have you been?"

Sarcastically I respond with "Having fun in a cave." Then he gets a little bit of a better look at us by the light from our torches, "Are you both alright? It's well after 2 AM."

"Oh yeah hunky dory;" on a sarcastic roll here. I'm sore and exhausted and would dearly love to just fall into bed.

Carter pipes up "We could use a medic; see if you can find lieutenant Evans. We'll head for the lodge."

"Okay," then he runs off. I giggled at the mention of the lieutenant. "What are you, 12?" she asks shaking her head then laughs along with me, for a moment.

We get to the common room and see my namesake and a few others waiting for us, setting up med-kits. An ice pack on my face later, with bandages put on my left wrist and ankle; Carter holding an ice pack on her head having had her cut dealt to. Meanwhile we've stayed quiet, only answering questions relevant to our injuries. I go over and over the past few days in my head.

When that's all done the three of us go back to my dorm. Sam looks like he's gonna go crazy, turning red with anger. "Well?" he asks once they've helped me settle onto the bunk.

An answer is stuck in my throat, I'm scared of what he'll say so Carter replies "We went to a cave up in the forest," she looks at me with uncertainty so I finish for her after clearing my throat. "Tracking Danielle's ghost." Don't wanna look at him but take a quick glance. He's flabbergasted.

"You what?" Quickly lowering his voice when he realises how loud he's being and what time of the morning it is.

"I went after Danielle and Carter followed me."

"How did you know what to do?"

With my face burning up I am sure that I'm turning red now, try to make eye contact with him and fail. At least I've had time to think of an explanation. Sighing I say. "Ghostfacers." Barely audible through my mortification. Now it's his turn to sigh.

Time for a subject change. "Can we talk about this later? I kinda need to clean up."

"Yeah me too," Carter, "actually." As she looks at herself, realising how filthy she is.

I reach under my bed for a change of clothes and toiletries, then remember my bandages. Begin to unwrap them, gingerly sliding off the bed. Carter says, "I'll help you to the bathroom then head for a shower myself."

"Okieday." Once in the bathroom I turn red. "Help me in? I can undress once you leave." She holds me by the arms as I get in. "I'm sorry about umm up in the cave."

"It's okay we don't have to talk about it. All good?" She doesn't look me in the eye.

"Yes thanks, just leave my stuff close by. Thank you." She closes the door, still avoiding me. I sit on the edge of the bath to take off my pants so they don't get wet before flicking the curtain round so can run the water to warm it up and then take off the remainder of my clothes, chucking them on the floor. Straighten up the curtain then have to sit down (without the plug in this time) to ease the pressure on my foot.

Slowly and carefully wash off all the dirt, finally relaxing. The water is so warm and I'm so tired I could possibly fall asleep. Turn off the water and remain sitting down while I dry off the best I can; dress in my bra (since he's staying in my room) and pajama top then sense I'm probably going to hurt myself trying to get out. "Crap." I mutter. Cover what I need to with my towel and call out "Sam." A minute later there's a light knock on the door. "Grace?"

"Sam it's open, I'm decent-ish, help." adjusting the towel again to make sure nothing is showing.

"Yeah?" he sticks his head in, carefully assessing before coming in completely. "I'm kinda stuck down here, please could you help me get out?" He places his arms under my knees and behind back, under my arms lifts me out and gently lays me on the ground. "Thanks. See you in a few mins."

Finish drying off, shuffle into my pajama shorts and limp back to the room. He's put the research away, he obviously doesn't need it now. Fish the whiskey out of my bag and prop up my ankle up on a pillow from a top bunk that he got down for me. Crack open the bottle and see Sam looking at me. "Want some? No glasses though." Pointing the bottle at him.

"I'll grab some." Vanishing for a minute returning with two. Hand him the bottle and he pours, passing a glass to me. "Cheers." I say tipping my glass.

"So," he starts, sitting backwards on the chair that he's moved next to my bunk. "Hmm?"

"The Ghostfacers?"

"Ah yeah." Duck my head. I figured this was coming, just hoped I could get some rest first.

"Was that your first hunt?"

"How could you tell?" trying to smile, looking at my feet. "Yes it was." Sheepishly.

"This at least explains why she was attacking then was nowhere to be found."

"Hang on. What? Did she hurt anyone else?"

"She tried. That honeymooning couple are shaken up, minor scratches on the husband." Hold out my glass for more. "I got to him then she vanished. So how did you find her?"

"What clinched it was that photo on your bed of Danielle. On the walk I found one of her earrings." Finish the glass again. Pour more.

"Why didn't you say something to me?"

"I dunno." Starting to tear up. Damn it. Look away and blink furiously. Skull the glass. Try to shift but "frig" sucking in breath. Breathe deep, shut eyes. DEEP BREATHS.

"What?"

"It's nothing," reaching for the bandage to re-wrap my wrist.

"Let me." holding out his hand, coming over to take it off me. Go all tingly at his touch. Oh no not again … Bite my lip. Stop thinking, try to find something else. And we are back to awkward silence, avoiding each other eyes both watching our hands.

"All done," he says as he clips it up.

"Thanks." I whisper, look up to his face and see the bruises. I gasp "you got hurt too." Reaching out my newly bandaged hand to touch it and stop, dropping my arm to my lap.

"It's nothing." he says getting up. Oh of course it's normal to him.

"Sam?" Grasping his arm with my good hand, he turns back. "Are you mad at me for not telling you?"

"A little actually, yeah. I told you I'm here to protect you and you ran off and got hurt."

"At least you don't have to worry 'bout me hurting myself on purpose now," hanging my head. "Have real pain to deal with now and-" that crushing chest feeling is starting to come back, so have to stop talking.

He bends down and kisses me on my bruised right cheek. I start squirming. "You don't have to feel sorry for me ya know." As he once again sits down on the edge of my bed facing me.

"Is that what you think?"

"Well yeah look at the mess I was when you met me and now this," using my bad hand to indicate to the bad foot. "I'm umm yesterday I wasn't thinking clearly and pain attracts to pain."

He looks confused at that last part. "What do you mean?"

"You've lost people too. I saw that when we were talking 'bout dealing." Trailing off. Take some deep breathes. "Just it's okay. Yesterday shouldn't have happened."

Start shivering again. "Hey come on, get in bed." He gets up helps me up so I can get under the covers then moves the pillow for my ankle and hops in too. "Look…" he takes a deep breath, so I turn slightly toward him. "You've been awake 24 hours and been through a lot in past few days." Okay dunno what I was expecting but it wasn't this. He kisses me gently on the lips. "Sleep."

I concede with a small "okay" and snuggle in, with the body warmth, exhaustion and booze I drop off faster than I can ever remember.

There's bombs exploding all over a small town, running up a muddy hill.

Drinking games while hiding away. First person is in the bathroom so I drink their bourbon for them, turns out it's poison. I start dying, fast.

Wake sharply, again. Looks like the sun starting to rise since a pale light is seeping through the curtain. Sammy looks peaceful as he sleeps. Smile to myself and doze off again. I dream about being back in the cave but this time Carter wouldn't wake up no matter how much I scream.

I wake to find Sam kissing me, caressing my face and find myself almost immediately calmer. Kiss him back, thrust my good hand into that gorgeous hair, run the other up his chest, his hand drops down my back pulling me closer.

Curl my leg around his, he undoes the buttons on my pajama shirt, unhooks my bra, pushes me onto my back, attacking my neck with his mouth as I unbutton his shirt, tear it off and start yanking at his grey t-shirt, nearly ripping that off too.

Then pause in shock as I finally get to see his NO DEMONS ALLOWED tattoo, running my hand over it, tracing the pentagram as he peels off my bra and takes a nipple in his mouth and starts fingering the other.

Reaching down to undo his jeans, he swaps boobs; traces a hand down my side, slipping it into my underwear, slowly feeling around, heat rises as he gets closer to playing with my pussy.

I'm at a loss on what I should do it's been so long since got this far with someone. Hopefully he doesn't notice my awkwardness as I try to 'go with the flow'. I am just aching to have him closer. He continues to play with his fingers as he comes back up and bites my lip. Running both my hands up his back, into his hair pulling him closer. He kisses down my neck, continuing lightly down my stomach all the way down as he tugs my panties down and keeps going. Tongue going wild. Oh yeah...

I groan with slight disappointment as he stops to passionately attack my mouth. I grab for his lower back, sliding faster down, driving my hand straight on into his jeans, feeling that sweet arse for a moment before roaming over his briefs to his front, slowing my exploration causing his kisses to get more forceful. There's heavy panting from both of us, finally I lay a hand on my target and rub generously, he grinds into my hand.

Sam takes a hold of my breasts in his mouth again as he removes the final barriers; grinding his pulsing member against me, fingering my entrance, sticking one in.

In my mind I'm begging him to enter soon. He spreads my thighs as wide as possible as he guides himself closer, entering the tip excruciatingly slowly he pushes in further.

Wrap both my legs behind him. Soothingly he starts pulling out, easing back in, each time getting a little faster and faster. Scratching his back, he grabbing at mine pulls me up into a sitting position, kissing and bucking hard. Sam grabs my butt cheeks, holds on tight and he explodes into me. His warm, flowing juices pulsing through me, while he bites my neck.

Sam lays me back down and sits for a minute before pulling out, lying on his side next to me, planting another soft kiss on my bruised lips. Once we are both breathing evenly I find my voice.

** END of SMUT **

"What a wake-up call Sammy. What brought that on?"

Smiling he says "You were having another nightmare, I tried waking you up but you were getting worse, had to quiet you down somehow."

"Well thank you," giving him another peck. We just lie there a while, silently, not awkward for once. We both doze off.

I check my phone for the time, bloody hell it's past lunchtime. Take a quick selfie of us and a close-up of the tattoo, then chuck the phone under my pillow. Trace the tat with a finger and his eyes flicker open. "You know we ah missed lunch? I'm starving."

"We could drive into town for something, I owe you for yesterday."

"You don't owe me anything."

"Yes I do. Please let me take you to town for lunch."

"If you insist."

"I'm gonna grab a shower." Gets up to put on his jeans and shirt, grabbing his bathroom bag, making sure I'm covered up before leaving. Then I get 'up', get dressed, while keeping my foot off the ground and roll up the ace bandage to wrap it up. There's a knock at the door. "Come in."

Colonel Carter steps in. Greet her with "Hey."

"How are you feeling?"

"Bit sore everywhere but figured I would be, How about you?"

"I'm fine."

Lean to wrap my ankle up, 'freaking ow' I hiss under my breath, unfortunately loud enough for her to hear, she snatches it and gingerly does it for me. "Ta." Now I'm awkward with her.

We're only alone for half a minute longer as Sam comes back in. "Hi," he says, packing up his stuff before turning to me. "You ready to go?"

"Yup." as I finish putting on my sneakers.

Carter asks me "Where you off to?" Watching me test my weight on the injured foot.

"Into town for a bit."

"See ya later." I say to her and hobble out the door. Trying to walk normally despite the pain. As we get in the car I'm going crazy trying to think of what to say next. "You really don't owe me anything, I can buy my own lunch."

"I want to."

"Because you feel bad for sexually assaulting a sleeping girl?" Smiles back but no reply. "Okay so you know all about Shane but you haven't told me anything about your brother, other than he's older."

"We drive around the country, mostly together, doing odd jobs. Dean's looked out for me our entire lives."

"Odd jobs? Like kill ghosts?"

"Yeah kinda like." Both little laugh.

"What about you Grace? What do you do?"

"Just a stupid food and beverage assistant. Ya know I grew up thinking I was gonna be a nurse or a lawyer. Turns out I'm not very academic."

"Really?" He sounds surprised.

"What?"

"Never mind."

Even knowing the answer already I ask anyway. "What did you want to be growing up?"

"Criminal lawyer."

"Okay." Hell I'm lost now what can I ask that I don't already know without letting him know that I know more about him that he told me. And some normal questions I could ask I know will hurt him.

Sam gets my attention. "You're quiet."

"Sorry, lost in my head."

"Thinking bout what?"

"How awkward this is."

"This?"

"We barely know each other, my boyfriend, for lack of a better word, hasn't been dead for three days, I've already whored myself out to some other bloke who I'm now stuck in car with and I have no idea what else to say." Breath quickly and turn my face away from him.

"Grace-"

"Don't." I interrupt him. "I'm not fooling myself Sam. You're a hunter, a love 'em n leave 'em, never settle down kinda guy. I have no expectations from you and I have no idea what you expect from me or why you're insisting on lunch."

Oh shit!