Hello! Here's another chapter for you. I hope you like this one it has some great insight on what's to come. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Hopefully another chapter will be out within the next week, but for now, Enjoy! ~ kt

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Sam got out from underneath the covers and went to the bathroom. He turned on the bath water to scalding hot and plugged up the tub. He went back into the living room for Luna. The other three men watched him carefully. He removed the blankets from Luna and picked her up. She hung her arms loosely around his neck. If this was what happened after killing one lesser angel, he couldn't imagine what she would be like after killing Michael and Lucifer. He sat her on the counter. She swayed a little but remained upright. Sam hesitantly tugged at the bottom of Luna's shirt.

Luna felt cold. She was cold. She had felt all of her body heat drain out of her when she was killing Anna. She didn't even know it was possible to kill an angel. She was glad that Anna was out of the way though. And she had heard what Cas had said about Anna's plan. Although the deal was tempting, there was no way that she could face Alec again after what happened. All the rage she had built up against her was finally put to good use. But now she was tired and Sam was trying to warm her up. That was fine and all but it wasn't the right time for him to see her au natural.

"Arms up," he joked lightly trying to make her smile. She shook her head and kept them down. "C'mon Luna."

She shook her head no and lost her balance. Sam caught her. She knew it was stupid but it just wasn't the right time. It was always about the timing. She gripped the edge of the counter with her fingers.

"C'mon Luna, you need to get warm. You're freezing cold," Sam tried to reason with her. Something was wrong and now he could tell. "Luna?"

She looked up at him with scared eyes. She wasn't ready but she couldn't find the strength to tell Sam. It seemed that he understood though. He let go of her shirt and let his hands fall to his sides. He looked as if she had just kicked his puppy.

"Sam," she called softly. Luna let go of the counter just enough to cup his cheek with her frozen fingers. Sam shivered under her touch. She tugged lightly; just enough for him to get the hint to move closer. He did and Luna kissed him softly on the lips. Goosebumps ran down Sam's arms as the kiss felt like a Popsicle to his lips. Luna's hand trailed away from his cheek and the blood rushed back, making it all red. As they both pulled back their lips tingled from the different temperatures.

"Can I help you?" Sam asked cautiously. She had to get warm. Luna shook her head no and slid off the counter. She felt the water in the tub which was still warm.

"Sam?" She asked. He looked at her eagerly wanting to do anything for her, "Can you make me a tea? With honey? Please?"

He looked confused but nodded anyway. He kissed her on the forehead before leaving the bathroom. Luna shut the door behind him and turned the knob to lock the door. She had tricked him into leaving and she felt bad but she slipped out of her clothes and into the warm bath. The surrounding heat felt amazing against her cold body.

Luna traced the lines down her stomach. She followed each scar from start to finish and saved the first for last. She wondered how Sam still called her beautiful after seeing them all. Of course, she had yet to reveal them again since the day after their drunken escapade. They were like her personal diary. Each one documented a different battle and a different point in her life. It was almost as if she was mapping out stars in the sky. A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts.

"Luna? I have your tea ready," Sam said from behind the door. He sounded hurt and Luna couldn't help but to feel bad knowing she caused it.

"I'll be out in just a sec Sam," Luna called back. She would have to make it up to him, she thought. The pentagram tattoo was permanently stuck to her hip now. She kinda liked it there. It was a good protection charm and it was kinda sexy. Not that she did sexy, but still. Maybe she and Sam could go out tonight, just the two of them. She thought in her head what she had planned for the up coming weeks. Then doing the math, she realized that Thanksgiving was only three weeks away. The anniversary of Azazel was just a week away. The thought made her uneasy. Being back with Bobby and Sam and even Dean made her forget about the date. She felt ashamed of herself for forgetting. She had to get back to her house. Maybe they could stay for Thanksgiving. It would be the first time she had people to celebrate a holiday with in a long time. There would be Molly and David, and Sam and Dean, and probably Bobby, maybe she could even invite Castiel. The house hasn't seen a real holiday in years.

The last real Thanksgiving she could remember was when she was nine. John and Bobby had come. Her mother had cooked a huge turkey and, wait, the boys were there. She remembered now. Dean, David and Sam had all left to play football in the backyard and she was stuck on the sidelines with a broken arm. She smiled to herself and decided that it was time to get out of the warm water.

Luna wrapped a towel around herself and exited the bathroom. She heard Chuck and Dean talking in the kitchen and Bobby mumbling to himself in the study. She couldn't exactly place where Sam was. He was probably outside, she figured. She walked into the shared bedroom to get clothes. She had regained her strength and was no longer freezing cold. She sat down on the bed and picked up a stuffed dog. He was the one thing that John had decided to bring with him when he took her to Bobby's. She had forgotten all about him. Luna took him up into her arms and hugged him tight like she used to do when she was younger. She closed her eyes and felt a single tear run down her cheek. The bed sunk down next to her. Her eyes flew open taken aback. Sam put an arm around her and she leaned into him.

"What's his name?" Sam asked seriously. Luna chuckled softly.

"You're not going to believe it," she said factually.

"Try me."

"Well, his name is Colt. Named after Samuel Colt and The Colt that your dad was looking for when he gave him to me," Luna explained. Sam pulled her in closer. Luna held Colt out for Sam to see.

He was originally white, judging from the undercoat. Now he had a few blood stains on his back and legs. There was a gray hue to the dog all over. Along the ear there was a poor stitching job, most likely performed by Bobby. And on the tail there was the slightest hint on singed fibers.

"He looks as if he's been through hell," Sam joked not realizing what he was saying until it was too late.

"He's been everywhere I have," Luna explained, "I know a twenty-six year old shouldn't still have a stuffed dog, but I just can't bring myself to leave him behind. I don't think I ever will either."

"It's okay Luna. Everyone needs somebody. I have Dean and you have Colt. Well, now you have me and Dean as well as Colt." Luna forgot that she was wearing a towel and went to give Sam a hug. The towel betrayed her and fell off her chest as she was hugging him. As Sam tried to pull away, Luna kept hugging. As Sam went back to hugging her he realized that the towel was missing across her back. "Luna?" He questioned unsure if it was deliberate or accident.

"The towel fell," she said. "Close your eyes," she instructed. Sam did as he was told and Luna pulled out of the hug and wrapped the towel around herself again. This time she went straight for her duffel for clothes. She pulled underwear, a hoodie and sweatpants that read Kansas State. She hurriedly put them on.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" Sam asked impatient.

"No," Luna said taunting him. She was dressed but it was fun keeping Sam at bay. She crawled back on the bed where Sam was still sitting. She pulled down on his shoulders making him lie down on the bed with half of his legs still hanging off. He opened his eyes which made Luna smack him with a pillow. "I never said you could open your eyes!"

"But it's so hard! I can't take my eyes off of you!" Sam whined. She smacked him with the pillow again. She smiled at her antics. Sam playfully lunged at her with a pillow. She scrambled off the bed and ran downstairs.

She causally walked into the kitchen holding her pillow. Dean gave her a weird look as he continued to talk to Chuck. Cas sat at the other end of the table staring off into space.

"Luna," Cas spoke. She walked over to him and sat down.

"What's up Cas?" She asked. She still didn't know what to think of him. She knew of his rebellion against heaven but not much more. His blue eyes freaked her out to holy hell.

"Because of Anna, all of Heaven now knows that you do exist. Many angels will be after your power. You have great strength for an underdeveloped Sol."

"What do you mean underdeveloped?" Luna asked defensively.

"You are still a virgin," Cas stated bluntly, "Once you are no longer pure you will have more power and the more you use the Sol's power source the more it will manifest itself into a usable weapon against the apocalypse."

"Way to sugar-coat it for me Cas," Luna said sarcastically. The angel cocked his head, confused on Luna's word choice.

"Just be cautious," he instructed. Luna nodded knowing that he meant well. Maybe they shouldn't go on a hunt right away. Maybe she would just go visit her house in time for the anniversary. Then again, she couldn't exactly get up and leave Sam and Dean behind. They were a package deal now. She didn't mind that either. She liked having them around now, especially Sam. She was sure how Molly would react to Dean though, now that she thought about it. Those two would probably kill one another. It was worth the risk, Luna thought. She would talk to them all later, but first she had to figure out the right time for her and Sam. It seemed like everyone was pressuring them to just get it over with. Even Bobby wanted them out of the house just so that Sam would have to opportunity to go ahead with it if the moment was right. She would definitely wait until they go to the house.

Sam whacked her in the back of head with a pillow. She sat stunned for a moment and then whipped her pillow at his face. He ducked and she ended hitting Cas in the back of the head. This caught Dean's attention, who then tried to step in, but Sam hit him over the head with his pillow. Dean grabbed a pillow from the nearest couch and went after Sam with it. Luna laughed at the sight of it all. Cas had no idea what to make of it, which only made it even funnier.

"What in the world are you two idjits doing?" Bobby yelled. The brothers stopped fighting instantly afraid of what Bobby was going to do. "We have half of heaven looking for our asses, and then don't forget every demon walking the earth is looking for all of us too. And you two are having a pillow fight? You need to – umph."

Luna hit him right in the side of the face. "Relax Bobby, it's not like it's the end of the world."

"I could kill ya, ya know," Bobby threatened.

"But you won't 'cause you love me too much," Luna responded without even missing a beat. "That's true." He grabbed a pillow and tossed it into her stomach.

"Umph," she grunted.

"Now back to business. What's for dinner, Moon?"

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