Sam ran his hands along Bianca's bare arms, and he smiled, nuzzling his nose in her hair as she slept. He felt happy. Things seemed to be looking up for him. He just hoped that Kyla and Dean not coming back had nothing to do with one of them killing the other.
Sam kissed Bianca's shoulder before he got up and put clothes on started looking on his laptop for something. He didn't feel too tired, and he felt a bit useless, so he resorted to studying. Twenty minutes into it, he had still managed to find not one trace of a hunt, and he smiled when arms wrapped around him.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." Bianca whispered, and she came around and sat on his lap, a nightgown on. "What's with the hit and run?"

Sam chuckled and kissed her. "I couldn't sleep."

She smiled. "So you came looking for a hunt?"

Sam blushed. "Guilty as charged."

Bianca kissed him softly, and then she pulled away a little and ran her fingers through his hair.

"You think the other two are okay?" Bianca asked.

Sam sighed. "I hope so. But hey, let's think about us. If Kyla killed Dean, we'll find out about it later."

Bianca laughed. "You don't think Dean would kill her?"

Sam shrugged. "I guess in all reality, it could pan out either way."

"You know...I really am sorry about sleeping with Dean." Bianca told him.

Sam shrugged. "Don't worry about it. You were wasted. I know you're sorry, and I forgive you."

Bianca kissed him again, and then stood up, grabbing his hand.

"Let's have some more 'us' time, shall we?" Bianca asked, and Sam actually smirked, and followed her back to the bedroom.

****

Kyla had her head propped up on her hand, her fingers in her hair, and she smiled a bit at Dean, who was laying on his back, looking at her.

"I still don't know if I forgive you." Kyla said. "Wasted or not, you slept with someone who wasn't me."

Dean sighed and stroked her cheek. "You don't have to forgive me."

Kyla sighed too. "Yes I do. You're too cute and sad not being forgiven, that I have to forgive you. Otherwise I'm the bad guy."

Dean smirked. "You're cute when you babble."

"I know." Kyla said, smiling as she shrugged, and then she ran her fingers along his bare chest. "We can go a few more times, right?"

Dean chuckled. "Of course we can. Do you know how much stamina I have for you?"

Kyla crawled on top of him, tucking her hair behind her ears and smiling at him.

"I'd sure like to know." She whispered, and kissed him, smiling a bit as he ran his hands down her sides and rested them on her hips. "But I want coffee first."

Kyla got up though Dean protested, and grabbed his button-up shirt, pulling it on and then grabbing underwear and meandering to the kitchen area, sighing at the empty coffee pot.

"How do you think Sammy and B are getting along?" Dean asked, zipping up his pants as he came over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Kyla giggled as she started making coffee, because he was kissing her neck now, obviously not done with her yet.

"They're getting along fine." Kyla told him. "Trust me, they're having fun."

Dean chuckled. "You say that like you've slept with Sam and you know B's pleased. You haven't, right?"

Kyla smirked. "No. Just dirty Sammy dreams."

"Wait...what?" Dean asked.

Kyla shrugged. "One dirty Sam dream. I swear."

She was lying and she knew it, but she loved Dean, and as long as her actual actions showed that, she figured she'd be fine.

"Better have only been one." Dean said, and nibbled her ear. "We can have a quickie before the coffee's done."

He took her hand, and she let him drag her back to the bed.