CHAPTER 24

Dean lied on Paige's bed. She had her head nuzzled into his chest and he had his arms around her. He smelled the sweet scent of her hair and smiled. He couldn't deny it any more. He cared about her, more than he'd cared about any girl he'd screwed before.

This was all new territory to him. He wrapped his arms tighter around her thin waist. He liked the feeling he got from her. The feelings couldn't really be explained as 'butterflies' because that was way too chick flick. They were more like fireworks. It was hot, full of sparks, loud and he loved it.

"So, talking to Dean didn't work earlier. What about you?" Sam asked Leigh, who was sitting in the living room, wrapped up in her thoughts. She looked up and saw the last person she wanted to.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Dean wanted to spend the night with Paige. So, back to my question, can we talk about Valentine's Day?" he walked in and took a seat beside her.

"I'm going to kill Coop." She said and looked away. "I don't know what that whacked out cupid was talking about, you don't have 'strong feelings' for me."

"Leigh." He started to protest but she continued.

"You don't want me, I get it." She raised her hands in surrender.

"My god, are you that oblivious?" he asked exasperatedly, she looked back at him speechlessly "I've wanted you from the very first moment I saw you!"

"The first time you saw me you thought I was a demon." Was all she could manage to say.

"Yeah, and as sick as it is, that didn't stop me from wanting to push you up against a wall and screw you right there."

"Um, thank you?" she said unsurely and going red "so why didn't you kiss me the other night?"

"Because I like you. I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm a big girl Sam." She said, inching slowly closer.

"There's still stuff I haven't told you." He admitted.

"Me too."

"Important stuff."

"Yeah, me too."

"Like what?" he asked.

"If I show you, will you tell me what you've been hiding?"

"Of course."

Leigh took a deep breath and began to lift up her shirt. Sam looked confused for a minute and then concerned when she began taking off her bandage.

"Leigh that stab wound wouldn't be fully healed yet." He told her. she ignored him and continued. She took off the last part and revealed a perfectly unharmed torso. "Whoa. How did that happen?"

"I don't know. When I woke up the morning after, it was barely a cut and a bruise."

"Leigh that's…I honestly don't know."

"I think it might be one of my demon powers. Rapid-healing or something. I'm not sure. Leo checked in the day after Valentine's Day and said we've still got nothing on that prophecy and until we find out who this cursed dude is, we won't have anything. Apparently the Elders just can't find him, like he doesn't exist."

Sam touched his ribs. The carvings, no angel can find him.

"Okay. I've told you, so spill."

"I…I'm the…I'm the cursed one from the prophecy." He said, avoiding eye contact. He didn't need to look at her to see the hurt that danced across her face.

"Have you known the whole time?" she asked, but it was barely a whisper.

"Yes." He choked out.

"How could you, Sam. You know how upset I was, how scared. You've known something that could help me, this whole time. I thought I could trust you." Her voice broke and her eyes were burning from contained tears.

"You still can. I was just afraid that you wouldn't look at me the same way if you knew."

"And I was afraid I would accidentally throw an energy ball at someone!"

"I know, Leigh. I'm sorry I kept it from you I know I shouldn't have."

"You know this is the key information that could give me all the answers I need." She said calmly.

"I know and I'll do whatever I need to do to earn back your trust and forgiveness." He pleaded.

"Tell Leo."

"I want to," he said desperately "but the prophecy says I bring forth Armageddon. That's not something they're gonna take lightly. They'll all think I'm evil."

"I won't." She said softly. He paused and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I'll do it. If it means you'll forgive me, I will." He said. She nodded and stood up. He stood up too.

"It's been a long day, I'm going to go to bed." She said.

"Goodnight." He said and placed a light kiss on her cheek. He pulled back to look at her reaction. When he saw that she wasn't upset by it, he slowly and cautiously leaned down to press his lips to hers and kissed her.

It wasn't really a kiss; it was more of a whisper. Like someone ran their fingers against her lips, but it was enough to make her heart leap into her throat. She looked up at him tenderly before walking away and up the stairs. Sam smiled when he saw her put her fingers to her lips as she turned away.