The sound of distant music caught Sam's attention. He leaned forward to see the source of the sound, they turned the corner to reveal the answer to Sam's silent question. It was a house, blasting out music and flooded with teenagers. Sam felt himself sink in his seat, oh god this isn't going to go well. "Dean.." Sam whined. Dean laughed. "C'mon Sammy. This will be awesome, Ash always throws the best parties." He winked at Sam as they park alongside the other cars. Dean patted him on the shoulder and his smirk seemed to get even wider despite the possible. They got out and Dean had practically skipped to the house, Sam shook his head at his older brother's easy excitement. Sam followed with his hands in his pockets bracing himself for what was to come.

Sam entered the house sliding past the crowds of people, trying not to step on anyone's feet. Sam thought it was weird how so many people could fit in one space, people were still able to move and dance in the claustrophobic area. He made his way to the kitchen, avoiding the couples dotted everywhere sucking each other's face off. Once he reached the room of his destination, Sam was relieved to find it was a slightly calmer atmosphere. Opening the fridge he took a beer, knowing Dean wasn't going to drink and drive. Thankfully Sam found a seat in the living room, out of the way but not 'creeper like watching people in the corner out of the way'. He sat, sipping his beer, tapping his foot to the music. He had to admit that the wild and cheerful atmosphere was making him feel better as he watched the party roll on. He had no idea where Dean was but he was sure that he was having the time of his life. The thought made Sam smile to himself.

He had basically finished his beer when he had decided to take a wander round. He put his empty bottle in the pile that was forming on the kitchen counter. Sam didn't really drink much, usually it was with Dean on a weekend sometimes and he would only have one or two, but today he felt like he needed it. He grabbed another beer and made his way into the hall, passing people chatting and having a good time. He smiled as he slid past the woman who were giggling at something.

He had half way through his beer by the time he made it up the stairs. Sam was thankful that it was less crowded upstairs as he walked around looking the picture frames hung along the wall. By the crazy looking kid in them he took a wild guess to say this was definitely Ash's house. Sam giggled at the nude baby photos, this was priceless. After scanning the wall of shame, Sam went to go adventure into the rooms.

The first mystery door he opened he found the man himself. Ash was playing what looked like beer pong, he was against a huge built up guy. Sam thought he may be a body builder or something, as he towered over the table and Ash. "Sup Ash!" Sam called over the hooting crowd. Ash looked over to the door to see Sam waving. He smiled his famous crooked smile and waved back at Sam. "What's up, Sam my man! Have one on me!" He shouted back before going back to the game in front of him. Sam laughed as he totally poned the other guy's ass. Getting slightly bored of watching, and decided to silently back out the room shaking his head and laughing. He took a sip of his new beer that he picked up in the beer pong room.

Opening a couple more doors he found couples getting a little bit too intimate. Blushing he had apologised and shut the door quickly. The house was bigger than it looked. Sam could hear the faint sound of music, it was different than the music that was pounding from the floor below. Following it, Sam turned left along the landing to find two doors. The music was booming from the room straight ahead. It sounded like Dean's rock music, Sam edged closer. As he got closer he swore he heard Dean but couldn't place what he saw shouting above the tunes. He placed his hand onto the door knob and was a split second from turning it.

That's when a huge gust of wind passed Sam, strong and the distinctive sound of feathers hit his ears. Sam turned to see the most sickeningly beautiful thing ever. The man he's been chasing for the last couple of days was stood there, shining. His slick backed caramelized hair flicked at the ends, the small but strong figure, facing him, and those eyes. The eyes that continually haunt his mind, golden, honey swirled eyes, flaming with wondrous adventure. He was looking at Sam, right through him. Sam was staring right back at him, frozen in his place by the sheer power and raw energy he could feel radiating off of this man. Sam's mouth was slightly a gape in shock and awe. Sam was a little drunk but it didn't show that much as he took a cautious step forward.

The man whom seemed to be glowing. Sam took another steady step, and reached out an arm to touch his mystery man. The glowing man took a step back coming out of his touch by an inch, Sam looked at him with plead. The man's lips twitched up into a smirk, he winked at Sam. Before Sam knew it, the man was in his personal space, the smirk still painted on his face. Sam got lost in those honey eyes again, his heart pounding and his legs about to collapse under him. Although the man was short than him, Sam felt unusually inferior compared to this mystery man. Sam could feel the other's breath on his own lips. Sam knew this was wrong, unnatural, disgusting to want it but, whether it was the alcohol talk but, he didn't care.

Sam leant down to press his lips against the other's, he was in over his head. Those lips were so amazing, Sam thought he was imagining them. Soft, and sweet, they fitted with his own perfectly. Sam swore he could taste the sweet honey on those sinful lips; as the other man kissed him back a jolt of electricity ran through him. Light in the head, Sam went to go run his hand through those golden locks. However, the man pulled away.

Sam's heart clenched hard in his chest, as he looked down at him with plead in his eyes. The man looked up at him with sorrow and what almost seemed like worry, he caressed Sam's cheek, it was so ghostlike. He leaned into the touch, feeling the warmth of the feathery hand. Sam's eyes fluttered shut in the bliss of this much needed touch. Within a few seconds, the warmth was gone and the gust of wind came and the deafening sound of feathers filled his ears.

He opened his eyes in a flash, of shock and disbelief. What- What had just happened? Sam took a step back to steady himself, as his head was spinning and his chest was tight. Sam's legs gave in from under him as he slid down the wall trying to get his brain working again. The alcohol wasn't exactly helping him in this though. Sam stayed there for a while, recalling what had just happened. Bringing his legs to his chest he rested head on his knees, waiting for himself to sober up.