Author's note: And you're still with me. Fantastic. When it comes to the music selections, the first song mentioned is usually the song that inspired the chapter. Also, as I was posting this chapter, I wondered if I was progressing too quickly and not putting up enough Sam/Shane interaction before they 'hook up'. Let me know what you think on the topic, if you wish. Anyway, this was one of my most favorite scenes to write. Enjoy.

Music Selections: 'I could get used to this' and 'Heavily broken' by The Veronicas, 'She won't last' by The Panic Channel, 'Breath' by Breaking Benjamin, 'Savior' by Tomandandy, and 'Forever' by Kiss.

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or any of the music mentioned above.

Chapter 4: Shane, Sam, and Unresolved Issues

A few weeks after the incident at the hotel in Tennessee, the two brothers and Shane had just finished yet another hunt. But Shane had walked right into this latest mess, setting herself up on purpose, against Sam and Dean's wishes. Through sheer luck alone had Shane vanquished the demon in question unscathed. And while Dean had been upset, once the problem was taken care of, he more or less forgave her after giving her a serious lecture about recklessness.

Yeah. Dean lecturing her. She still couldn't quite wrap her head around it.

Sam however was, for the lack of a better word, pissed. And for the life of her, Shane could not figure out why he was so upset. They had been arguing nonstop since leaving the scene the day before and she was determined to bring it to an end. However, when she had awoke the next day around eleven she discovered that neither of the brothers were in their room.

She knew that Dean had went back to the scene to make sure everything was taken care of. He'd told her the night before that he was going to. Alone. Figuring Sam was just avoiding her, she sat down on the floor and leaned against the bed to watch a movie on TV.

Sometime around four Sam finally came through the door and saw Shane sitting on the floor in front of the TV. Absentmindedly eating from a carton of Chinese, sesame chicken to be exact, she held out another carton for him.

"Here." Shane said, not looking away from the movie she was watching. "I didn't know when you'd be back, but I ordered for you anyway. Might wanna heat it up."

He ignored her request and ate what was presented to him lukewarm. He sat down on the bed behind her and finished watching the movie.

After the movie was over, Shane rose and disposed of what was left. Sitting down on the opposite side of the bed as Sam, she waited for him to speak. Finally, frustrated with his obtuse stubbornness, Shane looked over her shoulder and spoke.

"Sam? What is wrong with you? Why are you being such an ass? I thought that was Dean's job."

"What's wrong with me!?" Sam spat incredulously, "You're the one who hasn't been paying attention lately. You could get hurt, like you almost did yesterday. And as if that weren't bad enough, you did it on purpose." He turned around on the bed, grabbing her arm to turn her fully around as well. Shane looked into his eyes and saw fury and...resignation? What is he giving up on? Shane thought to herself.

"Look," Sam said more calmly, "I know you're into Dean, but you can't…" he trailed off when he saw the look on her face. Shock, when then melted into a fit of laughter. This confused Sam more than anything. After a few seconds to calm herself, Shane spoke.

"Sam, are you serious?" Shane asked between deep breaths. At the look on his face, Shane sobered up. "I have no idea where or how you came up with that conclusion, but there's no way in hell I'd ever see your brother in that way. Sure, he's hot and he's a good man, but I'm afraid you've got the wrong brother." Shane finished, looking down at the end.

Sam didn't say anything, still in a dazed state processing what she had just said.

"Wait…what?" Sam said in confusion, focusing in on Shane, who looked up when he spoke.

God, he is so cute with that look on his face, Shane thought. She smiled and placed her hand on his face, cupping it gently before caressing it and leaning in closer.

"You, Sam. It's always been you that I've wanted to be with." Shane said, her gaze lowering to his lips.

"But…" Sam began, but was cut off when Shane's lips gently pressed against his. All thoughts left his mind the moment her lips touched his. A few moments later, she pulled back slightly, leaving mere centimeters between their lips and noses brushing against each other.

"Sorry," Shane said, sounding anything but repentant. "You were saying?"

Instead of saying anything, Sam wrapped his arms around Shane and pulled her in for another kiss, laced with passion this time.

Hmm…I was right. He kisses just like he fights, Shane thought, hands reaching up to thread through his hair to pull him in closer.

After what felt like hours but merely minutes later, they pulled apart momentarily.

"So, does that mean you're into me as well?"Shane asked, smirking smugly.

Sam smiled in return.

"Yeah, it does." Sam answered softly against her lips.

"Good," Shane replied firmly. "Because I don't put out for one night stands."

"I didn't think you would." Sam said in reply. Smirking, he continued playfully. "So, does that mean you'll put out now?"

"Ooh, you're gonna pay for that remark, Winchester!" Shane said while grabbing a pillow, preparing to whack him with it.

Laughing, he lunged up before it could connect.

"You didn't think you could actually hit me did you?" Sam asked, snatching up a pillow from the other bed. "Come on, take your best shot." Sam challenged, falling into a defensive posture.

Shane, flipping one-handed over the bed, landed and smacked Sam with the pillow right after he finished the sentence.

"How was that?" Shane replied, ducking the pillow Sam had just intended to hit her with. It is so on, Shane thought, dodging and swinging her own pillow, laughing.

The fight waged on for about fifteen minutes throughout the whole room, including the bathroom, when Shane finally landed a particularly hard blow to the side of Sam's head. With feathers flying everywhere, Sam dropped his pillow and tackled Shane, landing on top of her on the bed closest to the door.

Shane soon started to relax, after some half-hearted struggling, and gave up the fight. They both laid there, breathing heavily and grinning at each other. Sam then leaned in to kiss her languidly.

This is perfect, Shane thought as Sam released her arms so she could wrap them around his neck, pulling him in closer as the kiss deepened. How could this get any better?

Shane felt a moan escape her lips as Sam left her mouth and began to nip and suck on a particularly sensitive area on her neck. Also, his hands began traveling up under her shirt, brushing against her breasts before wrapping around her back, completely surrounding her. Or he could do that, she thought. She sighed. He is amazing. If only he wasn't wearing so many clothes.

With that thought, Shane then proceeded to tug his shirt off his body.

"Easy now. Aren't we moving a little fast?" Sam said, releasing her momentarily as Shane pulled his shirt off completely.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time, Sam." Shane said, pulling her tank top off and revealing a lilac cotton bra. She then stared deep into Sam's eyes, seeming to search for something. Then she whispered "Make love to me Sam."

He didn't need to be told twice, falling into her warm embrace. He loved her, whether he understood it fully yet or not. And he intended to prove that she deserved to be worshiped like the goddess she was.

ooovooo*oooaoooo*oomoooo*

5 hours later:

One can imagine the look on Dean's face as he unlocked the door and stepped into the room: his baby brother was wrapped around Shane on the bed and as far as he could tell, not a stitch of clothing on either of them. Well, that and the condemning evidence was strewn about the floor around the bed. Both were sleeping. Peacefully for once.

Smiling, he put his keys in his pocket and walked over to the nightstand between the beds, picking up the stationary to write Sam a note.

Capping the pen, he folded the note in half and placed it back on the nightstand before walking back toward the door. Opening it, he glanced back at the two sleeping forms and smiled.

"It's about time, little brother." he whispered before turning and walking out, shutting the door behind him.

ooosoooooo*ooowoooooo*ooocoooooo

A/N 2 - Well? (Biting on lip nervously) What do you think of the whole Sam/Shane hooking up scene? Too much or not enough? I thought it was cute but I am kind of biased on the subject. Again, answer an insecure fan fiction writer such as myself only if you want to, I'm not going to force you. Until next time…