Dream A Little Dream of Me

Warnings: Swearing

It was warm laying in the bed, but I also felt cold. I turned over so I faced Sam. His perfect tan chiseled chest seemed to gleam in the light that peered in through the window. I sighed as I sunk into the bed a little more. Sam moved so he clung to me.

Groggily, "You okay?"

I smiled into his shoulder as he hugged me closer. Sam nodded as he placed a kiss on my forehead. I felt calmer as I melted to his touch. I crept on the bed closer to him, and he wrapped around me like a blanket.

I stayed awake as the giant drifted to sleep. Despite his large appearance the giant barely snored. His brother on the other hand sounded like the engine of the Impala. I pressed my forehead into Sam's chest. His heart was beating loudly. Sam moves slighting making me freeze. He was still asleep, but his dreams were screaming.

"I love you," Sam whispered before he softly snores again.

I blinked three times, and then looked him straight in his closed eyes. Did he just say that to me? Those words did he just say them to me? I felt a heated feeling in my cheeks.

"Sam?" I called out, "Psst! Psst! Sam!"

Nothing. Not a sound. Not a movement. Nothing. I tapped him on the shoulders gently, but nothing once more. Sam was in deep sleep living off in his own dream realm. Nothing in the real world could remove him from such a dream.

"Sam," I sighed as I wondered if I was really going to do this. "I-I love you too."

In that moment a wind of change blew softly outside the motel room. The skies opened up larger so that heaven could see my sin. The black and blue void above broadened it's horizons. The pin pricked stars peered a little closer to the world. The sin I had just committed made me an official fallen angel. How could I do such a thing? Outside I heard a nightingale fly high above singing an ever so soft melody. I closed my eyes as I pressed into his warm form more. I hoped he was dreaming of me.

I used what grace I had once more to try and open his world to mine. I finally found that door between me and him. I slowly opened it with my eyes closed.

I slowly opened my eyes up. I stood in a nice living room with attached dinning room in a blue dress. I could not interact with this dream, but I could observe it closely. The living room was decorated nicely with old antiques. Rows of empty beer bottles with stacks of books about Lucifer. Looks like someone was worried about the pending apocalypse.

Sam stood in the kitchen with a beard, long hair, and flannel bathrobe. He did not look healthy at all. From the looks of it he had a bad hang over. Sam was by no definition himself as he stood over the sink.

The phone rang nonstop next to him, but he ignored it. I tapped my foot waiting

"Sam, it's Dean. I am getting worried about you. Call me or something. I know Phoebe is gone, but I need you man. Come on Sam pick up! I know you are listening. Lucifer is free and Phoebe is missing."

Sam growled and picked up the phone, "Dean, she is dead. There is no way she alive! He sprung free and she didn't make it."

"We do not know that Sammy."

"Yes, yes we do."

Sam hung up the phone making sure Dean heard him slamming it on the other end. Sam sighed as he looked down at his feet. He looked around the room, but he could not see me.

My eyelids closed as I used all my grace. I focused harder on his dream. I focused on showing him myself so I was no longer a spectator. I needed him to calm down. I knew he was stressing, and I had a feeling that this dream would quickly become a nightmare. My eyes slowly opened to see the gentle giant gleaming at me.

"Phoebe?" Sam stared at me in horror, "H-how are you here?"

I smiled up at him, "You're dreaming Sam."

Sam shook his head as he walked to the table. He took a little metal device and

"No, n-no you died when we let Lucifer free. You can not be here."

I grabbed his hand roughly, and placed it on my heart. Sam looked at me in disbelief. He moved his other hand to clasp my face.

Sam asked gently, "Phoebe?"

"Sam," I smiled.

Sam shoves me against the wall with a knife to my throat. I gasp for air as I tried to fight him. I kicked at his iron forged legs. It was no use as I pushed him away from me. He then put his hand tightly against my throat choking me. The knife now pressed against my arm.

"Sam." I gasped, "Sam! It's me!"

"Phoebe is dead! Your a demon."

I laughed, "A demon? A demon! Never!"

Sam growled, "Then your a revanant."

I awoke screaming with tears falling down my face. I fell off the bed and onto the floor. I was choking for air as my lungs seized.

Sam woke up noticing I was on the ground. He jumped out of the bed and picked me up. He put me on the bed telling me it was okay. Telling me that it was just a nightmare. Telling me I needed to breathe.

"Tell me what the nightmare was of," Sam tried to calm me down.

I explained to him that I woke up the feeling of it. That I was panicking. He reached behind him turning on the lamp. The glowin light the the lamp shone on my neck. He ran his finger over a line that was my throat. I could still feel the imprints of his hand on my neck.

Sam asked, "Did I do this to you?"

"I-I do not know," I shook my head.

"Did I," Sam said through gritted teeth. Making each word a scentence. "Do this to you?"

"Sam," I sighed.

"Phoebe I need to know." Sam sighed as he looked down. He then looked up at me with loving eyes, "You are injured and afraid and I need to know if I did it."

"I do not know. I woke up. I-I do not know."

Sam sighed as he picked me up like a child. He carried me to the bathroom where he placed me on the sink top. I looked at him as he examined the cut.

"Sam, I am fine."

He shook his head as he got a q-tip and some liquid. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and one held the q-tip by my throat. Sam looked like he was about to cry, and it made me want to cry in return.

"It is going to sting a little."

I tended as a soft burn cane to my throat. Sam closed his eyes as he slowly ran over the cut. When he opened them I smiled at him. A tear fell from both our eyes as we smiled wide.

"Phoebe," Sam started to say something.

I smiled st him, "Yes, Sam?"

He hesitated to say what was on his mind. He chuckled as he ran his hand over his neck, "Nevermind."

"Sam," I smiled.

Sam looked at me, "What?"

I laughed, "Nevermind."

Sam frowned as he shook his head at me. I laughed at him and accidentally kicked him in his thigh. I sighed as I smiled up at him. Sam sighed as he placed a hand on either side of my cheek. He pressed his lips to my forehead. I sighed, as closed my eyes. He then moved his forehead to mind, and all I could smell was the hint of minty breath.

"Can I kiss you?"

I rose a brow in confusion. Didn't he just kiss me or something? Was that not a kiss? He put his lips to me. How was that not a kiss? Sam should have asked to kiss me before he did. Why?

"What?"

Sam blushed, "Can I kiss you?"

"Didn't you just kiss me?"

"Can I kiss you on the lips?"

There was an everlasting pause between us as the night got smaller. Time froze around us leaving us in an eternal silence. I blinked for a second and everything was back to normal. I placed a hand on his and smiled.

Sam slowly leaned in placing his lips on mine. His lips were soft, gentle and loving. His rather large hands grasped onto my face. We parted and laughed softly.

"Let's get back to bed," Sam laughed.

I shook my head, "What?"

"Nothing, that was perfect."

Sam climbed into the bed with me after turning the light off. He held me close to him like I was in need of protecting. He placed kisses on my face.

The stars above seemed to lean in closer. Listening. Waiting. Sam told me that he wanted to do that since the little dance we had in my room at Bobby's. That he loved me more than anything in the whole wide world. He further went on saying that I was perfect to him in every way.

I kissed him on the lips because I felt like I now needed that. As we laid there in bed—not sleeping like we should—the sun slowly rose above the motel. The dawning light dropped like gold from the east upon the western darkness.

"Phoebe." I curled against Sam's body not moving. Sam said my name again but his lips weren't moving. "Phoebe, wake up!"

I say up in the bed seeing that it was the morning. Except, Sam was no longer on the bed. He was fully dressed in a tux and so was Dean.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I plopped back into the bed and threw the pillow over my face, "UUGGHH!!!"

Only in my wildest dreams could the Sam Winchester fall in love with me. If only those dreams could be real. Because I was now a fallen angel. A fallen angel who fell for Sam Winchester.