Not very eventful, but I felt it necessary

Feel free to disagree

- Sam's POV -

The next day, Diana was already diving headfirst into research and her own training. When I woke up, Dean was watching her practice shooting. I came in behind him to watch her for a minute or two. Her aim was definitely improving and she always remembered her stance. She moved the gun around in her hands, trying different ways to hold it, shifting her gaze as she went, only missing maybe twice. As she shifted her weight, I found myself noting the way her knee-length shorts were hanging from her hips and the shape her top took as it clung to her body.

A small noise beside me brought me out of my thoughts and I looked over to see Dean watching me. Realizing he probably just saw my thought process, I turned away from the room and slowly began to walk away. Behind me I could hear Dean telling Diana that she'd had enough practice and she should go get some food. She agreed and walked off in the other direction. Dean caught up with me quickly.

"All right, man, spill."

I looked up at him innocently. "Spill?"

Dean gave me a don't-be-stupid look. "I saw the way you were watching her and don't think I didn't notice the tension at the table last night. I was practically having a conversation by myself. I felt like I was sitting with a couple of teenagers. What happened while I was gone?"

I shrugged. "Nothing."

Dean stopped me and cocked an eyebrow.

I broke. "I... I kissed her."

He folded his arms. "Hang on. Did you kiss her or did you... kiss her?"

It all bubbled up and like an idiot, I actually kinda gushed. "I full on, lying on the bed, hands on, kissed her."

"Tongue?"

"Oh yeah."

Dean's face split into a grin and he slapped me on the back. "Way to go, man. So, what happened last night?"

I shrugged. "Nothing."

"Wait, what? Nothing?" I shrugged again. "Even after that?" I just raised my eyebrows in response. Dean lowered his voice. "Do you think she didn't like it?"

"No, I think she did she just-" I sighed. "I don't know what she thought."

"But you did go after that, right?"

"Well, I mean..."

"Oh, c'mon, man! You made out with her on the bed and then didn't go back later?"

"I'm sure she was tired," I protested.

"Dude, she's been sleeping for three days. I'm sure she's been up this whole time."

"Well, I-" but the sound of an approaching car saved me. "Oh! That's probably Charlie!" I started up the stairs quickly. Dean groaned and followed me.

Outside, we were greeted by a bright yellow, junky old car. The little nerdy redhead jumped out, grinning.

"Whaddup, bitches?"

We grinned and each hugged her hard. She was grilling Dean on our plans to go to the LARPing war while I got her bags out of the trunk.

"Jesus, Charlie, what do you have in here?"

"All of my game systems, duh!" she replied with a smile. "So, what's new?" she asked as we walked down into the front control room.

"Sam's got a new girl," Dean smirked.

Before I could protest, Charlie whipped around to grin at me. "No way!"

"Yup, and she could take on a god if she wanted to," Dean continued, enjoying feeding Charlie's crazy matchmaker side.

"Holy shit!" she gasped. "Sam, I knew you had a taste for powerful chicks, but a god? You're banging a god!"

"I'm not banging anybody!" I protested.

"I have to meet her! Is she here?" Charlie continued, looking around eagerly.

"Well, she's not a god," Dean admitted. "But she could still take one on. And she's actually the girl I asked you here to help us keep an eye on. We just need to make sure she doesn't hurt herself while she learns to control this new power she's got."

"Oh absolutely," Charlie grinned mischievously. "I will watch her very closely for you guys."

Dean grinned at her, then at me, knowing full well how flustered I was. "Hey, Diana!" he called out. "Come here! We want you to meet our friend Charlie!"

Diana walked in from the library, nose still buried in a book and I saw Charlie's eyes light up. Before she was caught, Charlie looked over at me and nodded approvingly. Diana marked her page with the spine's ribbon and smiled up at us.

"Diana, this is Charlie," I interjected. "The little sister we never wanted." Charlie stuck her tongue out at me, but Diana only grinned.

"Hi, I didn't know Charlie was a girl! That's awesome, I love your name!"

"Thanks, I picked it out myself," Charlie smiled, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "So you're Diana?"

"I am."

"I like your name too!" Charlie said, smirking at me. "Like the goddess!"

"Yeah, it is," Diana agreed good-humoredly. Charlie immediately snatched her arm and began towing her away.

I threw an annoyed look at a grinning Dean. "You're very pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

"Indeed I am, little brother. Indeed I am."

- Diana's POV -

Charlie was super cool, I really liked her. She was totally nerdy, which was awesome, and she obviously loved the boys deeply. It was really nice to see them all tease each other and act, if only for a few hours, like normal guys. After we all wound down from her arrival, Charlie and I went to the library to look up anything that could potentially help me learn more about my history, my abilities, or how to control them. She was very helpful and had this neat little app on her iPad that she'd created to organize the characteristics of different demons and monsters and she began to create scenarios and narrate how a battle would pan out between me and the monster of her choice. I listened, amused, but also secretly terrified. She painted me as a great hero, but I didn't feel like one. I felt like a lost girl who was still afraid of herself, let alone the horrible monsters that she now knew were lurking in the shadows and hiding under her bed.

Speaking of beds... Whoa... Last night... I'd never been kissed so intensely before... It was incredible and I wished it would've lasted longer, but maybe it was good that it didn't. It could have just been an in the moment thing that would've ended up causing too much tension if it had gone any farther because Sam didn't even actually want to. I mean, did I even want to...? Oh, who was I kidding, yes I did. Badly. And the way he looked at me when Dean came in... Whoa...

I was so lost in my thoughts, I was a bit startled when I finally heard Charlie call my name. My lower lip fell from between my teeth and I jumped a bit.

"I'm sorry, yeah?"

Charlie smirked at me. "You've been staring at that title page for about three minutes now. You okay?"

"Yeah," I smiled, guiltily. "I'm fine."

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" I shrugged. "Maybe... Sam...?"

I froze and opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Charlie's eyes lit up and, shoving my books aside, she hopped up onto the table in front of me.

"Oh my God! Spill!" she gushed. Hesitant, I chewed my lip, trying to decide if this was a good idea. "Oh come on!" she whined. "Sammy's got awful luck with girls and I really wanna know if he's finally getting somewhere! Especially with someone so sweet!"

I blushed furiously and took a deep breath. "We... Um... We... Kissed... Last night... On my bed..."

Charlie almost squealed. "Oh my God! I ship it! I ship it so hard! Who kissed whom?"

"Well... He kissed me first... But I was definitely kissing him back..."

She did a little dance on the table and I laughed, somewhat nervously. "Oh my God! What else happened?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Charlie's jaw fell to the floor. "Girl, please! You gotta go after that!"

"I-I don't know if that's what he wanted to happen... I think it was just... A spur of the moment thing, you know?"

Charlie gave me a look. "Here's the thing, I know Sam and he doesn't just do spur of the moment things when it comes to girls. So, either he really wanted that, or, he liked you so much, he let his testosterone drive. Either way, it's a good sign and you have to go get him!"

"Charlie, I appreciate your input, but I don't know if either of us could handle... That is, in the situation we are..."

Charlie took my hand in hers. "Look, Diana, no one's asking you guys to get married. But you like him, he likes you, why not just let go and see what happens? If it goes south, you can end it. All I know is, Sam is a big teddy bear of a guy who just cares. He's really damaged, sure, but that's what makes him so understanding and compassionate. And he clearly cares about you and you care about him. You can help each other out here, and have some fun in the process. You're drawn to each other for a reason. Maybe you need to just relax and let it all play out. Take a leap of faith. He made his move, now it's time for you to make yours."

Charlie's words bounced around in my head all day. I tried to focus, but found it was useless. I was absolutely consumed with curiosity and anxiety. I just really needed to know how Sam felt so I could figure out how to approach everything else. It seemed that my entire ability to function depended on his answer. Of course... I had yet to ask him the question... I argued with myself all day, about whether or not it would be appropriate to ask him, and when I should ask him, where I should ask him, how I should ask him, if I should ask him at all.

Of course you should ask him! Charlie's voice screamed in my head. You need to get this straight!

I was still debating that night when I bumped into him in the hallway.

"Oh! I'm sorry," I blushed, wanting to shove my nose farther into the book I'd been pretending to read.

"No, no, it was my fault," he smiled apologetically.

"Where you headed?" I asked, trying to be casual. He shrugged.

"Just to my room. Why, did you need something?"

"Uh-um, no... No, I'm good. Thanks," I smiled shyly. He nodded and started down the hall again. The Charlie in my head kicked me. "Actually, Sam?"

He turned around again. "Yeah?"

"Can I-uh-can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, of course."

"Um... About last night..." I ran through options in my head as quickly as possible.

I didn't mean for that to happen. No... Did you mean to do that? Ugh, no...

"I enjoyed it," I finally admitted. I think I saw him breathe a sigh of relief.

"I-uh-I did too."

We stood there for a moment, each of us unsure of what to do next, so I took Charlie's advice and I took a leap of faith.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

I reached up, grabbed the collar of his button-down, and pulled him against me, bringing my mouth up to meet his. This kiss was very different, still amazing and intense, but much more feverish and urgent. We dropped our books and wrapped our arms tightly around each other, mine around his neck, his around my waist. He pulled me against him roughly, then swept me from my feet, setting me on his hips. I wrapped my legs around him, clinging to him, pulling his lower lip gently between my teeth as he practically ran me down the hall and stumbled into a room on the left, slamming the door behind us. Falling down onto the bed, I straddled his lap while his hands slowly moved up my thighs and hips, finding the hem of my blouse and tugging it over my head. And this time, no one stopped us.

- Sam's POV -

I don't know how long we lasted, but when we'd finished, we were both exhausted. I lay beside her, eyes closed, breathing heavily, my hand resting on her belly. After a few moments catching our breath, I felt her lift my hand to her lips and plant gentle kisses from each of my fingertips, up my arm, to my shoulder. I hummed softly, smiling, then opened my eyes to see her face hovering over mine. She kissed the corner of my mouth lightly and I shivered.

"Tease," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her. She smiled before kissing my lips.

I reached up to push her hair out of her face and as my fingertips grazed her scalp, her soft, thick hair sliding through my fingers, she closed her eyes and sighed and rested her head on my chest. As I continued to run my fingers slowly through her hair, she traced invisible shapes on my chest and stomach lightly with her finger.

"You know how I give you a hard time about your hair and I keep telling you to cut it?" she murmured.

"Mmhmm..."

"I've changed my mind... I like it..."

I felt a grin split my face. I don't know why I was so pleased. I think I was just blissful. I kissed her hair and we lay in the silence for a little while, happy just being able to touch each other.

"Sam?" her voice came softly again. "I'm scared..."

"Of what, baby?" I whispered, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

"Of hurting someone... Of not being able to make up for all of my mistakes... Of turning down the wrong path..."

"Hey," I coaxed her face up to mine so I could look into her eyes. "You are a good person, Diana... And you have people here to help you... If anyone knows anything about making huge mistakes and stumbling down the wrong path, it's me, okay? And I won't let that happen to you... I will always protect you..."

She nuzzled her head against my chest again and I wrapped my arms a bit tighter around her, kissing her hair again. And, with her in my arms, my nose filled with her heavenly scent, we slowly fell asleep and for just a moment, everything seemed perfect. For a moment.

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