Another chapter for all my readers. I have been trying to get this chapter written for three nights now, but silly youtube prevents me from doing so, for that I apologize. This chapter is rated M for a little heated scene toward the end. I hope all of you are enjoying it so far! And please check out Renegade! Yes I am asking you to do that again...but we havent gotten any reviews and it saddens us :'( but I cannot force you to, so to that I say, Enjoy! ~ kt

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The tangy smell of a chicken stir-fry, balanced with the smell of spaghetti and meatballs mixed throughout the small study where all, except Luna, were deep in concentration.

"God I hope she's almost done. The smell is driving me insane!" Chuck gushed looking up from the scrap of paper he was writing on.

"I'm getting a beer, anyone else want one?" Dean asked. It was just an excuse to go and try to steal some food from the kitchen.

"I'm good," Bobby said hunched over a book. Sam grunted a no and Chuck eagerly shook his yes. Dean sauntered into the kitchen inconspicuously. He went to lift a cover off a pan to smell in when a knife stuck into the cabinet inches from his face.

"I'd put it down if I were you," Luna said seriously and Dean did as he was told. Dean sulked over to the fridge like a scolded child. He opened it and got out two beers. "Hey Dean, can I ask you something?"

The question caught him off guard. "Yeah," he said gruffly and cracked open the beers.

"Do you remember your hell?" She asked seriously. Dean's face turned hard. He hated talking about it. He was about to tell her to fuck off, when he remembered she had been too. Luna observed his reaction and she felt bad for asking now. "Never mind."

"No, I do remember. I remember everything. Do you?" Luna shook her head yes. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," Luna said quietly.

"Just wondering isn't an excuse. Why did you want to know?" Dean asked defensively now that she lied to him. Luna absentmindedly stirred the pot of meatballs.

"I wanted to know if your hell was the same as mine."

"Everyday Alistair carved me to shreds and I was healed every night only to be torn apart again. That's why I took up the knife," Dean told the basic story-line of his hell. "What was yours?"

"Every day I was on the slab like you," Luna said. Dean caught the hesitance in her voice and called her on it. "But it wasn't Alistair doing the carving. It was Lucifer."

Dean didn't know how to take in the new piece of information. It seemed as if every hell they had been through, she was in it a step deeper. He couldn't imagine what Lucifer had done to her.

"He used my body as his own personal Enochian scroll. All of his most sacred plans of raising the apocalypse were written somewhere on my body. Of course they were all erased when I was dragged up. If the plan didn't work he'd punish me. The worst was when he broke both femurs and ripped my rib cage in two." Dean sat awestruck of the woman in front of him. She could talk about a worse hell than he had with a lot more ease than he. Some time during her speech Sam had walked into the kitchen. He looked hurt. Luna was talking to his brother, and his brother was opening up to her. He cleared his throat and Luna turned to look at him unaware of his true feelings about her talking to Dean.

"Bobby wants to how much longer you are going to tempt us with the smell of dinner," Sam said using Bobby's exact words. Luna grinned like the Cheshire cat.

"Done!" She chirped. Dean was amazed how unaffected she seemed lately. When he first met her she had clearly been broken, battered and used; but now she seemed like the first real woman who Dean had a true friendship with.

Bobby wheeled himself to the table and Chuck rushed in to grab a seat. Luna placed the pot of sauce and meatballs on the table. Dean grabbed plates from the cabinet and Sam strained the pasta for Luna.

"Dig in!" She ordered. There was no hesitation as they all dug in except for Sam.

"Luna, these are almost as good as your mother's," Bobby complimented her. She flinched at the word mother and busied herself with her chicken stir-fry. The reaction didn't go unnoticed by Sam. He had been jealous of both her and Dean talking, but he knew that it would be easier for them to talk to each other about Hell since they had both been there. He had heard part of Luna's Hell with Lucifer. He hated the evil sonofabitch even more now. Luna sat on the counter while the rest of them sat at the table. He got up and pretended to get a drink from the fridge. He rested his hand on the counter next to where Luna sat and looked in the fridge for a beer. He was startled when something cold surrounded his hand. He looked up and hit his head against the top of the fridge. Luna laughed at his pain. She jumped down from the counter.

"Wanna go for a walk and eat later?" She asked.

"Sure," Sam said uncertainly. He was sceptical of her motive.

"I'll eat later," she told the rest of the boys, "I need some fresh air."

Luna grabbed her green tweed jacket from a chair and walked outside. The late October air was chilly and the dead leaves flew through the dusk sky. She waited on the porch for Sam to so come out. She that Bobby was confused about her abrupt departure but she really did need some time to think and talk to Sam. The door opened and Sam walked out. He stood next to Luna at the railing. He was hesitant to break her concentration.

"Sorry," Luna said quietly.

"For what?" Sam asked confused. If anything he should have said sorry to her for the way he got jealous over her talk with Dean.

"About the whole bath tub thing," she said sheepishly. Sam scoffed. He couldn't believe she was worried about that. He had been hurt but he understood. Luna jumped off the porch steps and started walking through the maze of piled up cars. Sam followed her.

"Luna it's fine, nothing to worry about. I understand," Sam explained trying to keep up with her. She climbed onto an old station wagon and lifted herself into an old VW love bus. Sam climbed onto the station wagon but couldn't quite fit his legs into the passenger side door opening of the bus. Luna laughed at his efforts and finally helped him into the bus.

"It's my second room," she said proudly. The back of the van had a mattress, sleeping bags, a cooler, a bunch of board games and books and a ton of drawings. Sam crawled back to where Luna kneeled proudly admiring her still standing haven. Sam sat down careful of his head. "Only you and I know about it."

"When did you make this?" he asked glancing at the stack of papers.

"Six months after I came to Bobby's," she said, "I was having night tremors and I kept waking Bobby up so I was exploring the junk yard one day and found the bus. All I had to do was find some old sleeping bags and the mattress was already in it."

"Why are you showing me this?" Sam asked confused. If this was her haven, why was she showing him?

"'Cause I like you," she joked. He chuckled at her response but by now he knew she used humor and sarcasm to defend what she really was feeling. Sam moved closer to her and ran his hand through her hair and landed it on her cheek. He felt the rush of heat under his palm and smiled. He thought it was funny how she still blushed at their simple contact. He pulled her in for a kiss and she happily obliged. She pulled away.

"Wait, let me put some music on," she said happily. She crawled underneath the driver's seat and the radio hummed through the speakers. Sam recognized the song.

"Bad Company?" He questioned knowing the band.

"Are you kidding? I love Bad Company!" Luna crawled back to Sam and snuggled into his shoulder. He was so cozy and she loved it. "Don't let me down, don't let me down."

"Don't let me down, tell me love can be found," Sam joined her. They had to be the two worst singers in the world but it didn't matter, it made them happy. Sam closed his eyes. Luna studied his features. He looked so calm when he was sleeping, but when he was awake, she could almost feel the guilt and self hatred he had. She watched his chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern. Her eyes grazed over to his hands. They were callused and rough, but when they held her, they were soft and gentle. They were much larger than her own, but Sam being a full foot and a half taller than her, she expected no less.

Luna mulled over the events of today. She thought of how hurt Sam looked when she turned him away when he was just trying to help. She cautiously positioned herself onto Sam's lap precariously, her hips precisely positioned. Sam opened his eyes on the sudden movement. Luna stared into the hazel mirrors that reflected her own. They were filled with curiosity, desire, and hope. Luna shakily wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and pulled him tight for a passionate kiss.

He wrapped his arms tight around the small of Luna's back and across the top of her shoulders, his hand tangled in her hair. Sam had no idea what made Luna act this way, but he wouldn't dare ask her for fear of her changing her mind. She was getting better at kissing he noticed. She was less tentative of the exploration of each others' mouths. Sam felt a sharp pain in his lower lip and jerked away before he could realize what it was.

"Sorry!" Luna said afraid that she had done something wrong, "I was just going by what the website said."

"Website?" Sam questioned her. Was she really that naïve? He thought to himself.

"I'm a little out of practice," Luna said sheepishly and bowed her head. Sam mentally kicked himself for jerking back. He lifted her chin and kissed her with vigor. He pulled on her lip and she jumped in surprise. Sam leaned into her.

"Next time, ask me," he whispered in her ear. He left a trail of kisses down her jaw line which made Luna shudder. She was supposed to be making it up to Sam, not the other way around. She waited until he was done and then went in for a kiss but instead assaulted his jaw line and neck, leaving kisses until she reached his collar bone. She bit the muscle around his shoulder, not very hard, but enough for him to feel it and succumb to its pleasure. Luna loved the power that she held over him now. They had done this before, but not as exploratory and not as quick as this one was going.

Sam had been taken aback by Luna's boldness. So was his body. He knew that the moment wasn't going to last much longer if Luna continued to sit where she was. The other times they had done this, it was easier to hide. Tonight though, he didn't have any pillows or sheets to cover it up. He had a feeling that Luna wasn't ready to find out what kind of reaction she had caused in him, but she was going to find out.

She and Sam were mid kiss when she first felt it; a growing warmth in Sam's lap. It took her a moment to realize what this was and only seconds to scramble off of him. Sam knew it was coming, but had hoped it wouldn't have disturbed anything. Luna's mind raced with what she had just felt. She had done that to him. She didn't know whether to be proud, ashamed, or indifferent. It was the first time that had really happened to her. Sure she had made out with a couple of guys in high school and college, but they weren't mature enough for Luna to trust them enough with going any further.

"Luna, I didn't-," Sam started to say, but Luna lunged at him. She pinned him to the floor of the bus and cut him off with a forceful kiss. She was careful not to touch any…sensitive, parts. Luna didn't want words right now, and she sure as hell didn't want Sam to apologize for something that she caused. She remembered Alec's stories of how it was the worst thing in the world for a guy to get turned on and then left to their own devices. She felt bad, but she couldn't do it, not yet at least. She was getting better, she'd like to think. Luna slowly pulled away from Sam and got off of him to allow him to sit up.

"Don't apologize," Luna ordered. She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair, "I'm hungry now. Let's go back and eat something. I made a Boston Crème Pie."

"Sounds good," Sam agreed, "And Luna," she turned to look at him before crawling out of the van, "next time, I'll hide it better." She scrunched up her face.

"No," she said defiantly, "I am going to have to get over it sooner or later. It just took me by surprise, that's all."

"Luna, it's okay, I've done it before," Sam tried to explain, worried that she didn't know what she was talking about. She jumped down from the bus and Sam followed suit.

"I take whatever you have to dish out," Luna said obstreperously, she turned around and cornered Sam into a car. She pressed her body close to his. Sam took a sharp intake of breath. Luna traced Sam's arms barely touching them and then moved on to his back, drawing little circles and loops as she went. He shuddered as she grazed over the small patch of exposed skin. She stopped abruptly, "See?"

"Fine, for now," Sam said in defeat, "but if you don't like something you better tell me."

"Fine," Luna agreed, as they walked up the steps of the porch, "You have sex hair." Luna laughed at Sam.

"So do you," he pointed out. Luna grabbed a beer for herself and Sam and went into the study where everyone was sitting.

"Hey Sammy!" Dean cheered and laughed. Bobby looked pissed and busied himself in the nearest book he could find, trying to bite his tongue. Cas looked like a deer in headlights like always.

"Shut up Dean," Sam said smiling and glad to know things were looking up from him and his brother.

"Actually Dean, we are still in the presence of a pure creature," Cas stated from his seat without glancing from whatever he was staring at. Luna caught the faint smile on Bobby's face and the look of disappointment in Dean's.

"C'mon Sammy, hurry up already! What's the matter? Can't pop the weasel?" Dean joked.

"Oh no, that's not a problem," Luna mumbled, but was loud enough for Dean and Bobby to hear. Dean looked at her and waggled his eye brows. Bobby's smile disappeared.

"Well, according to Chuck someone else took the Vamp case we were gonna go on, but I did find a Wendigo in Connecticut. Weird, huh? Wanna go?"

"Sure," Luna said with fake bravery. She hated those little fuckers so bad. They were the only things she would admit to being afraid of.

"Alright, we'll head out first thing tomorrow morning."

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