Chapter 5

"You said we needed to talk, so lets talk." Sam said as he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge. Ivy took the chair at the table that was just across from him.

"What was that?" Ivy said.

"I don't know, but it can't happen again." said Sam, all the while fighting the urge to walk over to her and pick her up in his arms. "Dean still loves you. You know that, right?"

"He sure has a funny way of showing it. He barely looks at me and I tried talking to him about things and he said he didn't want to talk about it." she answered.

"But that's Dean. You know that just as well as I do. You're the only one, other than me, that's always been able to see through him." said Sam. "The point here is that we can't let anything like that happen again."

"You're right. I know you're right." she said, but all her senses were screaming for him to touch her, to feel his lips on hers. She still loved Dean, but she felt a fire burning for Sam that she hadn't felt in years.

"Not that it really matters, because we need to respect Dean's feelings, but I need to ask you. Do you still love him?" asked Sam and he subconsciously held his breath waiting for her response.

"I..I'm not sure. I think so, but I don't know. With the way things were left between us, we never really had any closure. I don't know if I do still love him, or they are residual feelings that are coming to the surface." she said. She lay her head in her hands and sighed. "I'm so confused Sam. I don't know what I want, or what to do. I still have feelings for him, but I also have feelings for you." she said, looking up slowly to gauge the reaction in those beautiful hazel eyes that were staring holes into her.

She heard him release the breath he had been holding. She got up and walked over and sat next to him on the bed.

"So, what do we do?" she asked, as she rested her hand on his forearm. 'My God' she thought as she felt the muscles tighten from her touch. She could feel the electricity flowing between them.

Chills ran through Sam as her hand rested on his arm. He couldn't take it anymore and he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her close. Leaning his head down, he claimed her lips with his.

Ivy's breath hitched as they made contact. She could feel the heat flow between them, she never wanted him to stop. 'God, this is so wrong.' she thought 'But if it's so wrong why does it feel so right?'

As the kiss deepened and intensified, she could feel his hands start to move across her body leaving her skin burning from where they had been. She slowly felt herself laid back on the bed, Sam lying so gently across her. The longing was overtaking them now and the kiss became more urgent, even more intense, although she didn't think it was possible.

They were so caught up in each other that neither of them had heard the Impala pull up in the parking lot and the door to the room open.

"You two look awful cozy. Am I interrupting?" Dean said, anger lacing every word.

Sam and Ivy quickly stood up and scrambled away from each other.

"Dean, ummm, hey, we uh, didn't hear you come in." said Sam nervously.

"Obviously." said Dean, looking back and forth between them, eyes resting on Ivy.

"So, Ivy, is this a way of getting back at me for what happened? You're going to sleep with my little brother?" said Dean, slowly walking towards her.

"It's not like that Dean." she said.

"Then what is it like Ivy? Why don't you enlighten me." he said, backing her up against the wall.

"Dean, back off." said Sam.

"Don't talk to me right now Sam." he said turning and looking at him. Sam was slightly taken aback by the anger he saw burning in his brothers green eyes.

"Dean.." Sam started again

"I said don't Sam. I mean it." Dean said through clenched teeth. He turned back and looked at Ivy. "You might want to leave. Sam and I have some things to discuss."

Ivy looked at Sam. She didn't think it was the best idea to leave the two of them alone. Sam nodded. "Go. It's okay." he said.

Dean moved aside to let her go by, but just enough that she had to brush against him. She slowly made her way to the door of the room, glancing back and forth between the two brothers. She could see they were both upset but she knew it would do no good for her to stay. As she walked out and closed the door behind her, she heard the shouting begin.

"What have I done?" she said.