VAMPIRE'S KISS

SAM POV

The door banged open and I pulled my gun on instinct.

I didn't have any other time to react and there was a Vampire (with a capital V) grabbing me. It took a few seconds to register that it was Spike. It had more to do with the fact that he smelled like whiskey and cigarettes then recognizing him.

He held me at arms length – damn near snarling. I had an insane moments thought that he really loved that book. Then he was pulling me closer. It seemed like everything had slowed down.

For all the noise and commotion, he seemed softer somehow, non-threatening, well… to me anyway. He looked like he was going bite Dean as he pushed passed him.

As I looked down at him I realized that his hair hadn't been jelled back so it had taken on a curl. The light outside had started to fade slightly and we hadn't yet turned the interior lights on, his hair didn't seem so violently bleached in this light.

I felt the gun against my chest and realized that he had pulled us closer together and the muzzle was pressed into his sternum. Then his hand was on the back of my head and his lips on mine. I momentarily forgot I was holding the gun when I dropped it to the floor between us.

Oops.

Oh, what the hell. I kissed him back.

When his left hand let go of my shoulder he wrapped his arm around my waist and his hand pressed up between my shoulder blades. I needed him closer so my hands came up to cradle his head and I realized he was almost tiny in comparison to me. Weird.

He tightened his hold and I winced. Damnit. I couldn't help it. He stopped abruptly and pulled his head away, even as I tried to pull him closer.

As he raised my shirt I looked over to Dean and Dawn. Dean was still gapping but at least he didn't still have his gun. I guess all of his suspicions were confirmed. Dawn on the other hand looked like she couldn't decide between squealing or sighing.

As out of sorts as I was, I did notice that she was wrapped in Dean's arms and the gun was on the dresser. She had to have had something to do with that. I smiled softly at her.

Spike looked up at me just as I looked down at him. He was not happy. I flinched and his gaze softened. I could clearly see all of the discoloration on my side. Not a pretty picture.

"Wha' happened."

"Well, funnily enough that book you gave me may have saved my life, it took the brunt of the blast and that was what actually got through to me, like a bullet proof vest. I am just sorry I didn't have time to read it. I hear it's very enjoyable."

"I'll get you another, Pet." He turned to the others and I could tell by the expression and color on my brother's face that a look had passed between them - about what I had no idea.

Dawn patted Dean's hand that still rested along her waist and she stepped forward slightly breaking the full body contact and he loosened his hold and finally let go.

"Now that we have made perfectly clear that Sammy is in perfect 'working order'," she pointedly looked below my waist, I blushed, Spike (looked, then) smirked, and Dean coughed (pointedly not looking anywhere below chin level - or at me), "let's figure out which little bad tried to pull a mob hit - and fry the bastard."