The Drunken Escapade

Another Chapter for you! This chapter has been hand written since last June and finally I can put it in. It is one of my favorite chapters so far. I want to thank everyone who reviewed! You're Amazing! And again, please go checkout Renegade! .net/s/6729532/1/bRenegade_b I even put the link up (If it works). Even if you don't like it just let us know, we havent gotten many reviews... :( ... alright onto the next chapter, Enjoy ~ kt

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"What the hell happened to you?" asked Dean. "You look like shit!" he was referring to the tangle mess of skin and cloth on the bed. The two bodies remained entwined ignoring his question. Dean snickered, an idea hit him. He walked over to the window and threw open the curtains. The sun shone brightly into the faces of the two on the bed. He felt increasingly satisfied at the moans and grumble of the two. "Wakey, Wakey, eggs and bakey!" he yelled. He, he, he, today is going to be fun, he thought.

"Go away Dean," growled Sam without moving. Luna dug her head deeper into the pillow. As Luna moved the blanket that was covering her slid off a little bit revealing even more skin. Dean saw.

"Oh, Sammy got lucky last night, huh?" Dean teased. Sam was getting pissed off and opened his eyes and sat up.

"What are you…" he drifted off realizing that he was only wearing his boxers. His eyes drifted toward Luna who was still in her cocoon of pillows and blankets, but the bare skin that was exposed told him that she too, was just in a bra and underwear as well. Sam's face was stricken with horror. He had no clue what had happened after they had gotten back to Bobby's. Dean noticed his brother's horror and he realized that Sam had been clueless. 'What do I do?' he mouthed to his brother.

"I'd lock myself in the bathroom and then tell her. There's no telling what she would do. Good luck." Dean walked out the door and slammed it causing a groan from both Luna and Sam. The blankets started moving and Luna sat up from under the pillow still mostly covered by blankets. She looked at Sam's bare chest and then down at her own naked arms and legs. Her eyes grew wide. What did we do? She wondered. Her face grew red.

"Di- di- did we, uh, well, you know, uh, do it?" she whispered the last part. Sam looked into her worry filled eyes. He wished he could have told her that nothing had happened, reassure her that everything was fine, but the truth was he didn't know. He felt so helpless.

"I don't know," he finally said. "Let's get dressed and I'll bring you down to the drug store." He hoped that that was the right thing to say. It was always Dean ending up in these situations, not him. He had done many things to prevent these types of things from happening. He turned to her to apologize but she beat him to it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Luna felt like crying. She felt bad. It was all her fault. She was the one who suggested going to the bar. She was the one that drove them down. She was the one that had ordered all the drinks, and gotten them drunk. She looked up at him and he saw the fear and sorrow in her eyes. Sam embraced her in a hug. Luna latched on to him and buried her face into his soft, smooth chest. Sam smoothed her ruffled, tangled hair. He soon felt Luna's tears running down his chest.

"It's not your fault," he soothed, "we were both drunk, neither one of us is at fault. I will make sure that everything will be okay." Luna pulled away from him and wiped her eyes.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Luna said and wrapped the blanket around her body. Sam rolled out of bed as well, but he, unlike Luna, left the blankets on the bed. Luna's cheeks grew bright red. Sam chuckled to himself. She was so sure of herself, so unafraid of life, but put her in front of a partially naked guy, she would flounder like a fish out of water.

"What's so funny?" she asked obviously mad.

"You're turning as red as a tomato," Sam said smiling. Luna knew that he was right, but he would do the same thing too, right? She knew that she was going to regret it but she had to do something that would make him feel as awkward as she did. She took a deep breath and released her hold on the blanket covering her. It fell to the ground in a heap around her feet, leaving her exposed, in only her bra and underwear.

Sam stopped smiling and grew red. It wouldn't take Luna long to know what was going to happen. She was definitely one if the smartest girls he knew. He looked her over. She was in a white bra and black cotton boy shorts. He never wanted to forget this. Luna was beyond beautiful, hell, she was drop dead gorgeous. He noticed every detail of skin, a long scar and the ones that made her who she was.

"Sam," she said, he looked up. "Did you have a triskele on your shoulder before?"

"What?" he asked, her question had taken him by surprise.

"You have a tattoo on your shoulder. The same one that I have on my back." The only tattoo that Sam had was on his chest. He looked down at his shoulder and sure enough there was a triskele on his shoulder. He liked it. It had a black outline and was filled in blue.

"Wait, you have a tattoo?" he realized. He looked her over again and noticed that she had her bellybutton pierced and she had a tattoo on her underwear line.

"Yeah, on my back, the same exact one that you have on your shoulder."

"What's that one then?" Sam asked pointing to the partially covered tattoo. She looked down and then at him. Her hands slowly went down to her underwear line and slowly pulled it down revealing a newly tattooed design. It was the same pentagram tattoo that Sam had on his chest.

"We really need to know what happened last night," Luna stated. Luna was still afraid of the fact that she didn't remember what they did last night, but now, at least she knew that she wouldn't regret it. She would never admit it, he probably knew anyway, but she felt safer around him. She liked him. Hell, maybe she could actually love him. She had never before wanted to kiss someone as she did now.

"After you're all set with your shower we can leave," said Sam breaking her thoughts.

"Okay," said Luna, "umm, do you mind just checking to see if anyone is out in the hallway?"

"Sure." Sam opened the bedroom door and walked out cautiously into the hallway. He nodded to Luna that it was safe and she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Sam walked into his and Dean's room. Sam got dressed and brushed his hair. Then made his way downstairs, hoping that if anything happened Bobby didn't know about it. He was overprotective of her and Sam knew that if anything had happened to Luna he would be dead.

"Hey Romeo! Nice morning isn't it?" Dean said cheerfully, sitting at the table.

"Bite me," mumbled Sam.

"Don't you think Luna might get a little jealous?" Dean said grinning from ear to ear. Sam shot Dean a death glare. "Ooo, touchy, touchy."

"Shut up Dean." Sam walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"So did she remember?" Dean asked. He was pissing Sam off so badly and he loved doing it too.

"No, and do you know if Bobby came home last night or is he coming home today?"

"He came home last night, pretty late too. I think it was around two-thirty or so when he came in. Why?"

"I don't feel like getting my head shot off," Sam said fearfully knowing that Bobby would really do that. The water upstairs shut off.

"You know what you have to do right?" Dean asked seriously. Sam nodded his head shamefully.

"We're going right after she gets dressed," Sam said solemnly. Dean felt bad for Sammy. He didn't deserve this. Sam had always treated girls with the utmost respect unlike Dean who used them for fun nights. He felt bad for Luna too. She was definitely growing on him. He just hoped it didn't regress things between her and Sam. "When Bobby wakes just tell him we went to get something for breakfast."

"Okay," Dean said as Luna walked into the kitchen. "Morning."

"Morning," said Luna quietly.

"We'll be back soon," Sam said and he and Luna walked out the door to Rodolfo. She got in and immediately turned the blaring music off. She needed silence right now to think.

Sam watched Luna intently. Her face was stern. He couldn't quite read it but the fact that she hadn't blown him away with rock salt, or a real bullet, or anything, was a good sign.

"Please stop staring Sam," Luna said without taking her eyes off the road.

"Luna I-,"

"Sam, just let me think," She ordered and gave him a look that said 'drop it.' He knew she was going to be mad, but there was no way that he was going to drop it.

"No," Sam said defiantly. Luna whipped her head to face him.

"What?"

"I'm not going to let you push me away Luna. I really like you and I don't want to end us before we even start." The speed of the car increased slightly. Luna was getting pissed. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it again. "Just say something Luna."

She slammed on the brakes causing the two of them to lurch forward. Luna threw the car into park. "I hate you Sam Winchester!" She yelled. Sam was taken aback. He thought they were making so much progress before and this out of the blue. "You make me feel like there are butterflies in my stomach and from day one, my first vision that I had of you and Dean, I've had a crush on you. So there you go Sam, I'm afraid of what happened last night because I like you a lot."

The car accelerated again and she reached the drug store in record time. Sam sat stunned in silence for a good five minutes letting everything sink in. Luna liked him, she had for a while, and she was afraid. He looked at her staring at the sign. She looked like she was going to cry again.

"Come on, we'll go in together." She looked at him scared and he wrapped her into a warm embrace. "Everything is going to be all right, I promise."

"Sam?" Luna whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Would you, would you mind going in with me?" She looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"Of course," He said softly. He got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side and opened it for her. He took her hand and led her into the store. They walked straight to the back of the store and got the little morning after pill and sprite and left ASAP. Sam didn't want it to be anymore traumatic than it already was. Once they got outside Luna took the pill and threw away the box and everything that reminded her of it.

"Maybe we should go to the bar. See if anyone knows what happened," Sam suggested. Luna nodded. It scared him that she was being so quiet, so shy and closed off. Luna handed him the car keys; a sure sign that something was really wrong. "Luna, will you just talk to me?"

She ran towards the bar. Sam had never seen her this way. Though he hadn't known her long, she didn't seem like the freak-out type. Sam ran after her. Luna ran faster but her short legs wouldn't let her cover the distance of Sam's. She realized this and stopped in front of the bar. She whipped around to face him.

"I don't do this!" she nearly screamed, "I don't have one night stands. I don't get drunk then hook up randomly with a guy at the bar."

"But you didn't."

"How do you know?" she spat angrily, "You don't remember anything from last night either."

"Why do you think I'm suggesting places that we went to see if people know anything? I want to know what I did, what we did. I want to remember our first date, and if anything did happen, which I hope it didn't, I want to remember every moment of it and never forget it because I like you too Luna."

She punched him square in the chest. Sam grunted in pain. And she wrapped her arms around him. Luna had no idea what she felt. Now she remembered why she had hidden behind that façade for so long. It hurt to be hurt. And it wasn't that she was hurt, just mad at herself for letting this happen, mad at Sam for just the sake of being mad at someone, and to have someone to blame it on. It was nice to know that Sam felt the same way about her as she felt about him though.

Sam rubbed her back as Luna sobbed into his chest. He felt bad; he really did. She dug her fingers into his back and, even though it hurt, he didn't mind. She pulled away looking at the ground.

"Sorry," she whispered. Sam reached out his hand and gently lifted her chin to face him.

"We're gonna get through this," he said, whether it was to convince himself, or Luna, he didn't know. He let down his hand and took hers. He interlaced his fingers with hers and led them both into the bar.

"Back so soon?" the bartender asked. "Come for more shots? Or perhaps some more karaoke?"

"What do you mean karaoke?" Sam asked hesitantly. He looked down at Luna. She shrugged her shoulders in an 'I don't know fashion.' Sam looked back to the bartender for an answer.

"You two were the main stars last night. You had a real good following; everyone was buying you two shots. Here," he said and pulled out a camcorder, "I taped your best performance."

Luna and Sam took a seat at the bar and watched in horror as the music to Livin' on a Prayer started up. Sam started singing first and then Luna joined in.

"She says we gotta hold on to what we got, it doesn't make a difference of what we got, we got each other and that's a lot for love, we'll give it a shot."

"Whoa, we're half way there, whoa, Livin' on a prayer, take my hand we'll make it I swear, whoa, livin' on a prayer," Luna softly sang along, now faintly remembering the performance. Sam took notice and smiled at the fact that Luna seemed to be a little better.

"Hey, at least we picked a good song," Luna offered. Sam smiled down at her.

"You like Bon Jovi too?" He asked. She nodded yes smiling.

"Can I get you guys a beer or something?" the bartender asked walking back over to them.

"No!" They both said unanimously. The bartender chuckled to himself.

"Do you know what happened after that?" Sam asked him.

"Well you two were pretty smashed, and I asked you both if you had someone to drive you home, and at around two a.m. a man in a wheelchair came in and said he was taking you two home."

Sam could see the color drain from Luna's face, his probably mirrored hers. He felt his stomach plummet.

"Thanks for you time."

"Not a problem, come back anytime!" Luna and Sam walked out of the bar.

"Fuck!" Luna screamed so that anyone within a five block radius could have heard her.

"Luna, shh. I know how you feel; Bobby's gonna murder me." They walked back to Rodolfo and Luna let Sam drive. He started driving towards Bobby's.

"Take a left," Luna ordered.

"But Bobby's is to the right," Sam said confused.

"I know, just trust me. Take a left." Sam took a left and kept driving straight.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"There is turn coming up here on your right. Now!" Luna ordered. Sam quickly turned, almost missing it completely. He realized where he was now.

"This is your field, isn't it?" Luna nodded. She got out of the car and started toward the path in the woods.

"Come on Sam, try to keep up." She started jogging. He ran to keep up.

"Luna, where are we going?" Sam shouted and then the sun shone in his eyes blinding him momentarily. Before him was a small, crystal clear pond. It almost seemed impossible for a natural body of water to be so clear. "Luna, what is this?"

"I found it when I was thirteen. I had a bad day at school and I didn't feel like dealing with Bobby. So I wandered in the woods for an hour or two when I stumbled on this. The best part is, that no matter the weather outside, the water is always warm. I came here when I came back from being an angel's meat suit. I didn't know anywhere else to go," Luna explained. Sam stepped forward.

"Luna," he whispered just for the sake of saying her name. She pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing a black lacy bra. She had no idea what she was doing now. It must be the hangover, she thought to herself. She would never have been this brave before this morning. Sam had said he liked her though. That had to mean something. She trusted Sam and even though she didn't know what happened last night, she found herself again thinking, what is meant to be will be. "What are you-?" Sam started to ask but she gave him a glance that shut him up at once.

Luna unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. She kicked off her shoes. She back a little ways away from Sam and then quickly turned around and dived into the pond. Sam stood transfixed watching Luna. He watched her float to the surface. Her hair splayed out around her, giving her almost a mystical look.

"Come on in Sam," Luna called. Sam was still stunned at Luna's actions. Her words slowly sunk in. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his t-shirt. Luna watched him as he undid his belt and jeans and kicked off his shoes. Her mouth went dry with nerves as he jumped in.

Luna watched Sam with interest. She had had a crush on him since the very first vision. To have him swimming with her in her pond, it seemed unreal. Sam noticed that Luna was watching him.

"What?" he asked. She shook her head and dove under the water to hide her blush. He dove under after her. Sam opened his eyes and Luna hers. His mind had no rational thought. His heart raced rapidly. He only had one thought, Luna. Sam swam towards her and reached out his hand. Luna took it. Her heart and mind raced as fast as Sam's. Sam swam closer to her and placed one hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer. She leaned into him and looked up into his eyes for reassurance. Sam kissed Luna, and as it would go, Luna kissed back.

It had been quite a while since Sam and Luna had gotten out of the pond. The sun was setting and it was starting to get chilly. The two got dressed; undergarments now dry from the sun bathing.

"We have to go back to Bobby's soon," Luna mused aloud.

"I know," Sam said sadly. He didn't want this to end and knowing Bobby, he would make it end. But maybe they could just continue when they left Bobby's. Sam and Luna walked out of the woods hand in hand to Rodolfo. Luna drove to Bobby's. They parked and went inside.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Dean yelled. "We have been trying to call you all afternoon. Cas couldn't even find you!"

"We were swimming," Luna replied nonchalant. Dean's eyes nearly popped out of his head with her response.

"Luna, get in here now!" Bobby yelled. Luna looked scared. She slowly made her way into the den where Bobby and Cas were. "Where the hell were you two idjits?"

"We were swimming," Luna replied again; this time with much less simplicity and more in a sincere manner.

"We have been trying to figure out how to stop the apocalypse all afternoon. It would have been nice if you could have helped us."

"Sorry," Luna whispered and hung her head.
"Next time just let me know okay? I know you don't like being stressed out and can't deal with pressure but at least pick up a phone or something."

"Okay."

"Now, back to the book that we kinda translated at Ellen's. Luna are you a virgin?" All four men stared at her. Dean with curiosity and amusement, Sam with sympathy and understanding, Cas with intensity, and Bobby with judgment.

"I well, I, uh," Luna stuttered, her face gleamed a bright red. "I well, I don't know!"

"How does one not know if they are pure?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, Cas's right. How can you not know if you are a virgin?" Dean questioned. Luna looked at Sam who, seeing the scared look in her eyes, moved closer to her side.

"Well, up until last night, I was a, uh, well, a virgin," Luna sputtered.

"And now?" Dean questioned. Luna looked at the floor to avoid Bobby's glare.

"I'm not so sure."

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