A/N: Thank you for the support! I'm glad you're still enjoying the story! Also, Sam has a dream in this chapter, so the italics are Sam's dream.

WARNING: This chapter contains some adult content, so beware!

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CHAPTER EIGHT: CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING

Abbey wiggled out of of Dean's grasp. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Now, would you let go of me, Winchester?" Sure, she liked Dean, but screwing with his emotions was so much more fun that giving in to her own. When he didn't let go, she began wiggling again. "Dean, I-I-I said you can let me go now."

"Right!" Dean realized, letting her go and taking a step back. "Sorry."

Abbey shrugged. "Thanks," she mumbled. "You know...for everything." She smiled at him.

"No problem. I feel kind of bad for Flare, though. She kind of took a beating."

"She did?"Abbey asked, not able to remember much about her dream.

Dean nodded. "She thought she could reach Sam by kissing him. He kissed her back at first. But, then tossed her into the wall."

Suddenly, she remembered. "Oh, she kissed Evil Sam, right." Abbey looked at Dean, her eyes widening. "Do you think Sam knows that she kissed Evil him?"

"Well," Dean offered, "Evil him is a part of him, so therefore, she kissed him."

"Yeah, but Sam and and Evil Sam are like completely different people. Sam doesn't act anything like Evil Sam."

"But still, it was his evil side. So, it was him." Dean shook his head. "Ugh, my head hurts."

"I guess," Abbey shrugged. "Do you think Sam knows about it?"

"I don't know."

Flare walked up to the front desk. "I would like to sign out the woman in room 214, please."

The young nurse at the desk chewed her gum loudly, blowing a large bubble, blinking as it broke with a loud pop! "Are you a family member?" she asked, obviously bored.

"Yes, I'm her sister."

"Okay." The nurse handed her a stack of papers. "Here you go."

Flare took the stack of papers and sighed before sitting down and getting to work.

Seeing her sitting in the lobby, Sam walked over to Flare, taking a seat beside her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I have to fill these out," she answered simply.

"They're allowing you to take Abbey home already?" Sam asked, amazed.

Flare nodded. After a few moments of silence, she sighed. "Sam, I need to tell you something." Sam nodded, letting her know she could tell him everything. With another sigh, Flare began to explain what had happened when she was in Abbey's head. Everything that had happened.

"Wow, that's terrible." Sam looked at the ground, processing everything. "I was evil?"

"Yeah," Flare mumbled, going back to the stack of papers.

"And you kissed Evil me?"

"I'm so sorry, Sam."

"No, don't be sorry. It's okay." He looked at the opposite wall. "I mean, it was still me that you kissed me whether it be me me or Evil me." He shrugged. Once again, he looked at the papers Flare was filling out. He was still a little thrown by the fact that they were releasing Abbey so soon. As a matter of fact, he was very thrown; Abbey had been in a comatose state when she was brought in, and now they were just letting her go with a clean bill of health? Bobby at least had to stay overnight.

Flare looked at the papers and sighed. Her mind was somewhere else, She didn't believe the Sam forgave her for kissing Evil him.

As Sam looked at Flare, he could tell she was upset; probably thought he was mad at her for kissing his evil self. He wasn't though. In an attempt to show Flare that he wasn't mad, his hand shot out, cupping the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him until their lips locked. He trailed his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Flare closed her eyes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, making sure there was no space between them.

"Geez," Abbey grumbled. "How long does it take to fill out some stupid paperwork? I'm dying of boredom over here." She rolled her eyes, trying not to see what Dean was thinking. However, she failed miserably. Finally, she groaned, "Dean, seriously, is sex all you think about? God, you're like a freaking dog."

Dean shook his head. "Sorry." He tried to think of something else, but just couldn't. "Damn, I really hate that power."

"Yeah, I hate that power, too. Every time I'm around you. If I wanted to see myself naked, I'd look in a mirror."

Dean smirked. "It's not my fault I think you're hot."

Abbey scoffed. "Well, yeah, why wouldn't you? I mean, look at me." She crawled out of the bed, looking around the room. "Where is Flare? She should have been here by now. God! I'm so bored."

Finally, Sam pulled back, looking into Flare's eyes. She was so beautiful. There was no way he was letting her get away from him a second time. He wanted her to become an official part of the team, but that meant Abbey, too. Could Dean handle her? She could kick his ass at any given moment, and lately, he just wasn't acting like himself. He refused to hit her back. Flare touched Sam's cheek, and his thought just seemed to be put on hold. She smiled before leaning in and stealing another kiss. Soon, she broke the kiss and finished the paper work, handing it back to the nurse.

Sam took Flare's hand in hers as they walked to Abbey's room, ready to get the hell out of here. Flare lay her head on Sam's shoulder, and he planted a small kiss on the top of her head.

"Aw, Dean, your brother just kissed my sister," Abbey said, looking back at Dean to see his reaction.

"It's about damn time, Sammy," Dean congratulated.

"What are you talking about? This isn't the first time they've kissed, Dean." Abbey smiled as she looked back at Dean. Seeing Flare and Sam together made her want to explore hers and Dean's relationship farther. But Dean was a whore, and she knew it. She could tell what he was thinking all of the time, and she suddenly found herself wondering what he would think about when he was having sex since all he thought about was sex. Would he still think about sex?

Dean looked over at Abbey. "What are you thinking about?"

"What?" Abbey asked, cocky. "Why do you care what I'm thinking about. I'm sure it's not what you're thinking about that's for sure." Abbey looked away, closing her mouth tightly and biting her tongue, stopping herself from rambling. She tended to ramble when she was nervous, and right now she was definitely nervous. Had Dean noticed she had been staring at his lips? God, she hoped not. There was no way she was going to be able to explain that one.

Dean shook his head and chuckled. Abbey shifted her weight to one foot and crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you laughing about?" He was really starting to bug her, no matter how cute he was. He didn't answer. "Hello...Dean?"Abbey asked, waving her hand in front of him, but not stepping any closer. They were a room's length apart, and that was how she planned on keeping it. Otherwise, she was afraid she might just jump him then and there. I mean, there was a bed in the room, and she wanted him. God, did she want him. "What are you laughing about?" she asked again, trying to take her mind off of his body.

Dean looked into her eyes. "Just you."

Abbey shifter her wight back to her other foot. "Me? What's so funny about me?" He was starting to agitate her again.

"Everything about you makes me laugh. You're just awesome like that." He winked at her.

Abbey rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She couldn't help but smile, however when she realized that she was smiling, she quickly stopped. "That's some sort of cheesy pick-up line, and guess what, Winchester. I'm not going to fall for it. So, shove it up your ass." She grit her teeth, hating herself for the burning desire to push Dean against the wall and kiss him that was coursing through every part of her body.

Dean held up his hands. "Okay, sorry, Miss Mood Swings."

Abbey watched as Dean threw his hands up in what seemed like a gesture of peace; as though they were in a war or something. Maybe they were. When Dean threw his hands up, Abbey saw his pec twitch through his black tee, and she lost it. She rolled her eyes, but more at herself as she closed the distance between them, slamming Dean into the wall and taking what she wanted. She moaned as her lips crashed over Dean's, her tongue pushing it's way inside his mouth, tangling with his. She pulled away. "I hate you, Winchester," she groaned, smashing her lips back against his before he could speak again, pinning his arms against the wall.

Dean closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips as he allowed Abbey to dominate the kiss; for now, at least.

Sam slowed his pace, wanting this moment to last a little longer before he had to see Dean and Abbey again. He liked the moments he and Flare were alone. He could be himself and not have to worry about all the thoughts that clouded his mind when he was around Abbey. He didn't think about the demon blood inside him and what he might turn into when he was alone with her. Through her eyes, he could see what she thought of him; thought he was pure and good, not evil at all. Even after what she saw in Abbey's head when she went dream walking. However, when he was with Abbey, he saw what was happening to her, and he knew that he had once been like that when he was listening to Ruby; drinking Ruby's blood to make himself stronger. When he was with Abbey, he was afraid that he was going to turn into that man once again.

Flare matched Sam's pace, feeling safe and loved. In all of her years of living, she had never felt this way before. "I love you, Sam," she whispered.

Sam froze. Had he heard her right? She loved him? Taking a chance, he looked into her golden eyes. "I love you, too," he whispered, leaning in closer to her. He figured if she kissed him, he had heard her right. If not, then he just felt like an ass.

Flare leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. He was relieved when Flare kissed him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, deepening the kiss. His tongue slid across the contours of her lips, memorizing what they felt like. So soft, and warm; perfect in his mind. Flare wrapped her arm around his neck as he moved his hand to gently tangle in Flare's hair. It was so soft, he just loved the way it felt between his fingers. He pulled her closer still, making sure there was no space between their bodies, suddenly forgetting they were standing in the middle of a hospital. Suddenly, Flare broke the kiss, her smile never leaving her face.

He was a little sad when she pulled away, but when he saw her smile, he was okay again. He smiled back, knowing this moment had to end but not wanting it to. He wanted to keep her out of the room just a little longer; to be with her and only her just a few more minutes.

Flare looked into Sam's warm, hazel eyes and chuckled. Suddenly, she heard a bang coming from inside Abbey's room. Concerned, she burst through the door, not able to do anything but stare in shock at the image before her. Sam ran in after her, his expression matching hers when he saw what was going on.

Abbey pulled away when she heard the door burst open. When she saw the look on Flare's face, she acted upon the first thought that came to her mind. "Dean!" she yelled, slapping him across the face, hard.

Sam had to stifle a laugh. "Dean, what do you think you are doing?"

"Ow!" Dean complained. "Dude, she had me pinned to the wall. I wasn't doing anything, but enjoying."

Flare was laughing so hard, she almost fell over. "Abbey...pinned...Dean...to...a...wall!"

Sam grabbed Flare's elbow, making sure she didn't fall as he burst into laughter as well. "You let a girl pin you to the wall?" he asked, tears falling from his eyes as he continued to laugh.

Quickly, Abbey thought of a way to get out of this; there had to be some kind of lie she could think up. "Yeah, only because you pinned me first," she insisted. "I was just countering your attack." She looked down at the ground, biting her lip. "Pervert," she shot, hoping they would buy it.

Flare looked at Dean, then at Abbey, trying to keep a straight face.

"What?!" Dean argued. "You attacked me! Like an animal."

Abbey opened her mouth, insulted. " I am not an animal. And please, as if that's believable!" She scoffed, keeping the act up for her sister and Sam. "I can see what's in your head, Dean and you would so like that way too much." She put her hands on her hips. "Why would I want to give you anything you wanted? I wouldn't."

"So, you were counter pinning him with your tongue?" Flare asked, fighting her laughter.

"Can we just go, please?" Dean asked, feeling uncomfortable.

Abbey's face turned bright red. "That was his tongue," she offered. She rolled her eyes. "I agree with Dean. Let's just get out of here." She walked after Dean, making sure she kept her distance.

Sam Sam looked at Flare, smiling before he followed Dean and Abbey to the Impala. Flare was still trying to calm herself down, wiping tears from her eyes and then linking arms with Sam. Suddenly, he stopped, holding Flare in place. "You think we should give them a minute alone? Let them talk out their little...encounter?" He smirked.

Flare smirked. "I think that would be a great idea, Sam."

Abbey ran to Dean, grabbing his elbow and turning him towards her. "Hey, would you wait up?" Her breath caught in her throat at how close Dean suddenly was once she turned him around. Yeah, she hadn't been expecting that.

Dean looked down at her. "I understand you didn't mean it. It was just my charming good looks." He winked at her.

"What?" Abbey asked, her brain starting to hurt as she got the mixed signals from Dean. His mouth was telling her he knew she didn't mean it and that he didn't care, basically, but his head was telling her that he wished she had meant it. And she did. She could resist his charm. Hell, he wasn't even that charming in her mind. He was sick; messed up in the head for only thinking about sex and food. He obviously had problems, and yet she couldn't help but have feelings for him.

Noticing she wasn't acting normally, Dean snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Abbey? Hello?"

Abbey blinked rapidly. "Stop thinking so loud, you're hurting my head." She closed her eyes against the pain, then looked back at Dean. "What do you mean 'I didn't mean it'? Charming looks? Please, I can read your mind. And that is not charming."

"Then stop reading my mind."

"You don't get it, Winchester, I can't. The mind reading thing, it's not something I can just flip a switch and it's off. No. I don't have the power to block it out." She held her head again. "And answer my question. What do you mean I didn't mean it?"

"I mean, I know you don't really like me."

"Oh," Abbey answered. She wanted to tell Dean that she did like him, but she was bad at relationships, and she was cursed. Everyone she loved always seemed to be put in danger and then they died. She could never forgive herself if she caused Dean's death. Never. Instead, she just climbed into the passenger seat, her lips burning to kiss Dean again; to taste him in her mouth. Her body aching to feel him under her once again; at her mercy when she pins his hands down.

Flare looked at Sam, staring into his eyes. "Well, um...are you going to sleep when you get back to the motel?"

"Probably," Sam answered. "Why? Did you have something else in mind?"

"Just wondering. I've been up for seventy-two hours and I am beat," she said with a yawn. "Well, not counting the coma."

Sam smiled, wrapping his strong arm around Flare's shoulder. "Come on. Let's get to the motel and catch some ZZZs."

Flare yawned again. "Yeah, let's go."

Sam walked out of the hospital, his arm still around Flare. He crawled into the back seat and lay his head on the window, ready to for sleep to claim him. Flare sat as close to Sam as she could, she lay her head on his chest and smiled. Sam also smiled, liking the way Flare's body felt so close to his. He could get used to this.

Abbey sat staring out the window as Dean pulled out of the parking lot, not saying a word. Every once and a while, she could glance over at Dean, just to see what kind of expression he had on his face, but then she would quickly look away. God, why did her life have to be so difficult?

Swiftly, Dean tapped the POWER button on his radio, turning on AC/DC to keep himself awake.

"AC/DC?" Abbey asked, finally looking at Dean. "Really?" She turned the station, stopping when she heard 'No One Like You' by the Scorpions. She leaned back in her seat, smiling. "There. Now that's music."

Dean smirked. "You like Rock?"

"Pfft! Who doesn't?!" Abbey asked, rolling her eyes at him as though he were challenged in some way.

"That's one thing we have in common."

Abbey smiled. "Well, I guess that means we should be best friends, then, huh?" She was being a bitch, and she knew it, but she didn't care. Dean was stupid to think that she didn't want him, but to say it out loud? That had pissed her off. Now, she was just going to be bitchy until she annoyed the hell out of him. Well, that or until she got too bored.

"Sorry I said anything."

"Hmm...does that mean you won't talk anymore?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Dean answered with a smirk.

Abbey rolled her eyes as she continued to look out the window, unable to hide her smile. Why did he have to be so...awesome? She looked at the radio. "Well, please stop talking." Grabbing the VOLUME knob, she turned up the music so she couldn't hear anything anymore.

Sam jumped at how loud the music had become, breaking the passionate kiss he and Flare had been sharing. "Aw, Dean! Turn it down!" he yelled, throwing his hands over his ears. Flare followed suit.

Dean laughed and started to sing along with the music.

"Dude, turn it down!" Flare demanded.

Abbey clapped her hand over Dean's mouth, stopping him from singing. However, she quickly pulled it away when his tongue darted out and licked her palm.

Meanwhile, Sam climbed over the seat and turned the volume down on the radio, slapping Dean in the head as he sat back down.

"Hey," Dean grumbled, "what's your problem?"

Flare laughed. "You are," She joked.

"Hmm...at least I'm not the only one who thinks you're a problem," Abbey said to Dean.

Dean shook his head and chuckled. "Don't be an ass."

"I'm not an ass. How about you stop thinking about my ass?" Abbey retorted.

"How about you stop thinking about my ass," Dean commented.

"How about you both shut up?" Flare suggested.

"Please, Winchester, you wish I was thinking about your ass." Abbey blushed, knowing she actually was thinking about Dean's ass.

"I agree with Flare. Can't you two just admit that you like each other and get over it?"

Dean pulled into the hotel parking lot, quickly climbing out of the car.

Sam knew he hit Dean's sweet spot; Dean hated talking about his feelings. "Come on, Dean," Sam coaxed, running up behind him. "Can't you just admit your feelings? Just this once? I mean, God, it won't kill you." He smiled at his older brother.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean warned as he opened the motel room door, walking inside.

"Give him a break," Flare offered, walking up behind Sam. "Abbey is the same way."

"Well, I wish they would just get over it. This bickering they've got going on between them is killing me."

Abbey trailed behind all of them, not caring as to what was going on around her. All she could think about was how the kiss with Dean felt. It had made her entire body feel alive. Since then, she kept having flashes of her and Dean together, her on top, of course, pinning Dean down, making him beg for mercy. She wanted to have total control of Dean; she wanted him to writhe and beg, plead for her to give him what he wanted. And she would know exactly what he wanted because she could read his thoughts.

Flare walked into the motel room, instantly plopping down on the bed. "So sleepy," she mumbled.

"Me, too," Sam sighed, taking his space next to her. Flare pulled his arm over her, feeling safe and warm in his arms.

Abbey walked into the room and sat on the bed, noticing Dean wasn't there. Still in the mood to be bitchy, she decided that she was going to make him sleep on the floor tonight. She was determined to sleep in that bed alone if it was the last thing she did.

Finally, Dean walked out of the bathroom, stopping by the bed. "Move over."

"Bite me," Abbey snapped. "Sleep on the floor."Just in spite of him, she lay down, smack dab in the middle of the bed, leaving no room on either side for him to lay.

"Fine!" Dean yelled, grabbing the blanket off the bed and laying it on the floor.

Abbey shot up, feeling very uncomfortable after Dean took the blanket she was using as a body rest. She looked at him. "What's up your ass?" she asked, feeling bad that she was being so rude.

Sam tightened his grip around Flare, sighing as he heard Abbey and Dean going at it again. "Do they ever shut up?" he asked Flare.

"What's up yours?" Dean shot back. "Ever since you pinned me to that Damn wall you have been acting like a bitch!" Dean yelled.

"I wish they had a mute button," Flare whispered.

Sam laughed, silently wishing the same thing.

Abbey scoffed, rising to her feet. "I've been acting like a bitch?" She stepped closer to him, definitely invading his personal space. "Why don't we take this outside, Winchester and I can give that smart ass of yours the beating it deserves?"

"Oh, let's go!" Dean answered.

"Maybe we should lock them out," Flare suggested. "Let them sleep in the car."

Sam smiled. "Great idea. " When he knew they were outside, he stood and ran to the door, slamming it shut, locking it. He returned to the bed with a broad smile on his face, causing his dimples to be fully visible.

"You think you can take me, Winchester?" Abbey asked, her body ready for a fight...or sex. She wasn't sure which.

Flare looked out the peep hole. "This is going to be good."

"I know I can," Dean threatened.

"Oh, really? Tough talk. I've kicked your ass dozens of times already and you haven't even thrown a punch. Is little Deanie Winchester afraid to hit a girl?"

Dean glared at her, his anger rising. Suddenly, his hand shot out, connecting with her jaw. "I hate you, bitch!"

Abbey was shocked that she had actually been able to push Dean to the point where he hit her. She didn't let it phase her, though, instantly punching him right back. Next, she kicked him in the stomach, following that motion with a quick uppercut. And to finish off her attack, she swept her legs behind his knees, knocking him on his ass. Once he was down, she climbed on top of him, straddling him, pinning him to ground. She leaned in, her face mere inches from his ear as she whispered, "How does it feel to get your ass kicked by a girl, Dean?"

"What's going on out there?" Sam asked, raising his head from the pillow.

Dean kicked Abbey in the stomach, knocking her off of him. He quickly stood up and pinned her down this time. "I'm not beat yet," he assured her.

"They're beating each other up," Flare answered, walking back over to the bed and laying beside Sam once more.

Abbey rolled, taking Dean with her. She was on top again, just the way she liked it. "Just give up, Dean. We could do this all night. But when this is all over, you'll be broken and bloody. It won't be pretty. And Sam will probably have to drive your beloved car." She smiled. "Well, Sam or me. I wouldn't mind taking it for a ride. Among other things." She winked at Dean.

Sam shook his head. "If they plan on doing it, they better go to the car. I'm not listening to that while I'm trying to sleep."

Dean rolled and now he was on top, staring into her eyes. She did have pretty eyes...and a great body.

"Yeah," Flare agreed with a nod.

Abbey was tired of this. She wanted Dean; there was doubt about it. However, she wasn't about to make the first move; well, unless he didn't make it soon. She headbutted him, groaning in pain, knowing that everyone lost with a headbutt, but it had gotten him off her. She pulled herself to her feet, circling around Dean, kicking him hard in the side as he tried to get up. Then, she straddled him again, locking his wrists in a death-tight grip to the pavement. "Are you ready to give up, yet? Because quite frankly, I'm bored." She gazed longingly into Dean's amazing green eyes, wishing that he would just do what she wanted him to and stop being such a baby.

Dean lifted his head up to get a better look at her. "Fine," he bit out, pushing her off of him and pulling to his feet.

She rolled her eyes, also standing. "Geez, you're still acting like a little bitch." She was mad now. For someone who had such a dirty mind, he was lousy at actually doing anything.

Dean was about to open the door, but when she said that, he quickly turned and pinned her to the wall, his face an inch away from hers. He looked at her for a moment before he kissed her.

Abbey groaned as his lips touched hers, startled for a minute by his actions. Then, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his. She didn't like the fact that he was pinning her this time, so, feeling the need to be in control, she pushed him off of her slightly, not breaking the kiss, and pinned him to the wall instead. She tightened her grip on his wrists, wanting him to writhe in pain beneath her. Pulling away for a second, she allowed them both to get air, then crushed her lips against his with bruising force once more, biting his bottom lip as she did. Dean smiled, continuing to kiss her.

Finally, Abbey pulled away, tugging at the hem off Dean's shirt. "Off...now," she ordered, continuing her efforts.

Dean backed away, giving Abbey better access to his shirt. "And I thought you hated me," he said with a smirk.

Abbey rolled her eyes. "Shut up and take it off." He had to make this difficult, didn't he? Couldn't he just shut up and have sex with her? What was so hard about that?

Again, Dean held his hands up in a peaceful gesture. "Okay, Miss Mood Swings."

Abbey was annoyed, now, She was going to be gentle about all this, but now she was mad. Dean wasn't moving fast enough. She closed the distance between them, pinning Dean to wall with her body as she gripped the top of his shirt, ripping it down the center and pushing it off of him. She kissed him again, trapping his bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled away. "You talk too much," she breathed, kissing him again, running her hands down his muscular, now bare chest.

Dean smiled again. "Don't you think we should get a room?" he asked, gasping.

"We have a room." Abbey tried the knob, but it didn't budge. "Okay, looks like they locked us out." She looked around the lot, wondering where they could go. A room was just going to cost money, which neither of them had. A smile played at her lips when she saw the impala. "C'mon." She ran her hand down his muscular arm until she reached his hand, feeling his muscles tense. As she wrapped her hand around his, she pulled him to the car with her as she walked backwards, continuing to kiss him.

She pulled the back door of the car open, pushing Dean inside and crawling in on top of him. "Move," she ordered as she closed the door, straddling Dean's hips. Quickly, she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her black bra. Feeling as though she hadn't kissed Dean enough, she dipped down, her lips connecting with his again. As she continued to kiss him, she reached between their bodies, undoing Dean's belt and button, slowly pulling his zipper down. Dean copied her movements. The windows fogged up as they stripped the remaining garments left between them, and gave in to their desires.

Sam looked around the dark room, wondering where he was. He could barely see, but there was some light coming in through the cracked door. Slowly, he walked over to the door, hearing voices in the hallway. He pressed his ear to the door, listening.

As Sam listened to what was going on outside, he could hear a familiar voice. "Lilith..." he breathed, recognizing the owner of the voice, his blood beginning to run cold.

"Where are the Winchesters?" Lilith spat.

"Like I would tell you," a female voice argued. Sam recognized it instantly; Flare. There was a pain filled scream that sounded through the room. "I'm not going to tell!"

"Well," Lilith chuckled, "then I'll just have some fun with you."

Oh no, she wouldn't. Sam sprang out of the room, knocking Lilith to the ground with his massive body. He glared at her, lifting his hand and concentrating. "I've been waiting a long time for this, Lilith." He thought about everything Ruby had taught him, and he put it to use, his eyes turning black as he did. A smile played across his lips when an orange light began to flicker inside of Lilith, letting him know he had successfully killed her.

Sam jackknifed awake, breathing heavily, worried by the dream he just had. He look down at Flare, hoping he hadn't woke her. He had.

Flare opened her eyes and looked at Sam. He seemed worried. "Sammy?" she asked gently. "Sammy, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Sam Sam answered, blinking rapidly and shaking his head. "Just a....bad dream." He smiled at her, cupping her chin in his hand. "Come on, let's get some sleep." He lay back, taking her with him as he wrapped his muscular arms around her body once more. He closed his eyes, attempting to erase any remnants of the dream he had. She moved as close as she could to him, once more, trying to comfort him. Sam breathed in Flare's scent, already feeling more safe than he had been a few moments before. Closing his eyes tighter, he allowed sleep to claim him once more.

"Goodnight, Sammy," Flare whispered before falling asleep once again.