Hi There! Sorry it has been so long since I last updated! It took me a while to write this chapter. I am having a hard time writing the heated scenes and if anyone of my readers have any advice please tell me! I really need some espescially when I have to write about when they have sex! Let me know what you think so far! Thanks for everyone who has been reviewing and reading! I love them! Enjoy! ~ kt

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"C'mon guys! At least try to keep up!" Luna cheered as she and the brothers hiked up the mountain. They had gotten a hotel room for the first night because they had gotten in at midnight. They were lucky that the cheap motel was still open. After a night's rest Sam reasoned that they should explore the hunting grounds of the wendigo. Luna protested for a while, but at the risk of being left behind and never living it down from Dean, she reluctantly agreed.

"Can't we just stop here for the night?" Dean complained. They had been walking since eight in the morning and only stopped to have some sandwiches that Luna had made for lunch. It was about six o'clock, Luna figured by the position of the sun. Girl Scouts had been good for something.

"No we only have another hour of daylight and we can't stop here. We need high ground and a clearing," Luna stated factually. She wanted to turn back around so bad right now. She was terrified of wendigos. Being in the middle of the damn thing's hunting ground wasn't making her feel any better.

"C'mon Luna, we'll still need to set up camp, don't forget," Dean argued.

"Fine, we'll stop at the next clearing." The next clearing wasn't more than fifteen minutes away and like she said, the three stopped. Before they left Bobby's Luna had taken some extra precautions and had found an old tent in his basement. She also had found a few sleeping bags for the boys and had hers with her. It didn't take long to set up camp unlike Dean had anticipated.

Sam set the tent up fairly quickly and Dean got to work on the protective circle of Anasazi symbols. Luna set up kindling for a fire. It was freezing out. Sam had been really quiet for the past three hours. It was starting to bug Luna that he hadn't said anything.

"Hey Sam, want to help me get some more firewood?" Luna asked trying to get him alone so she could talk to him. She picked up a set of silver tipped arrows and a bow just incase. Sam didn't say anything but followed her into the forest. "What's wrong?" She pressured as soon as Dean was out of earshot.

"Nothing," Sam said dismissively. Luna furrowed her eye brows. He just lied to her.

"Something's wrong and you better tell me," She demanded. He looked angry. She flinched at the look he gave her. Luna turned away not wanting to confront him anymore. He was intimidating when he was mad. Sam stood over a foot taller than her and he was unquestionably more built than her.

"When were you going to tell me?" he asked suddenly.

"Tell you what?" Luna asked confused.

"That you lived with another guy?" Sam accused.

"What are you-? Alec?" Luna questioned. "He's gay Sam. He was like a brother to me."

"Yeah, and why do you have a love letter and picture of him in your bag?"

"You went through my bag?" Luna accused. He had no right going through her things!

"No, Dean told me," Sam defended. Luna walked away. She couldn't believe it! Was Sam really that insecure of himself that he was jealous of her best friend? "Luna, wait!"

She turned but continued to walk away from him. "Don't you dare accuse me of not telling you something! Whatever Dean told you wasn't true. Yes I do keep a photo of the two of us with me and also his letter to me when I was in hell, because he was my best friend. And if you're so concerned about my past, why haven't you mentioned Jessica?" She knew she threw a low blow at the end, but she couldn't help it. She turned and lost her footing and fell into a creek. The water was freezing!

"Luna!" Sam yelled frantically. He rushed to the edge. Luna was sitting soaked waist deep in water. He carefully climbed down the base of the creek. "Luna are you okay?"

"Just leave me alone. The wendigo will find me soon enough," Luna flopped back into the water.

"Luna come on," Sam said worried. "I was just jealous. Please, don't make me come get you!"

"Go away!" Luna moaned. Sam sighed and took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs. The water was colder than Luna after she killed Anna. He pulled on her hand.

"Stop," She wined. Sam didn't listen he continued to pull her up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be upset. But after Anna told you that she could bring him back for you and you looked like you were considering it and then Dean told me about the letter and picture he saw. And I just, I'm sorry." He gave her his best puppy dog eyes. Luna finally stood up.

"I'm cold," Luna shivered. She couldn't stay mad at him after those puppy dog eyes.

"Let's get you back to the tent," Sam said holding her hand. He helped her up the bank and followed her back to the camp.

"Finally! I was just starting to think that the wendigo found you," Dean said relieved. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I fell in a creek," Luna said teeth chattering. "I'm going into my sleeping bag." She went into the tent and removed all of her soaked clothing.

San and Dean watched her go into the tent. The light from the fire allowed them both to watch Luna silhouette remove her wet clothes.

"Hey Sam," Dean said.

"Yeah."

"You are one lucky son of a bitch." Sam smirked. Yes, yes he was. And he had almost screwed it up.

"Hey Dean-."

"I'll sleep out here tonight." He knew exactly what his brother had in mind. "Go get'er Sammy."

"Thanks Dean," Sam said grateful of his brother. Sam walked over to the tent and scratched it making a noise. The tent rustled, from the start of Luna. "It's me." He unzipped it and ducked his head to enter. "Luna?"

"I-in he-here," Luna shivered from inside her sleeping bag. She hadn't brought another pair of clothes with her figuring it would be a simple hunt and she would just wear the same clothes tomorrow. Now, I'm the middle of fall, stuck in a forest, she was huddled in a sleeping bag with no warm or dry clothes.

"Luna you okay?" Sam asked worried.

"I-I'm g-good-d," she lied. Her body was convulsing with each movement she made. She watched Sam take off his boots and slid into his sleeping bag.

"Do you want my jacket?" He asked concerned. Luna nodded slowly. He took off his zip-up jacket and she removed a bare arm from her warm sleeping-bag cocoon to take it. It was then that Sam realized she, like he, hadn't brought another pair of clothes. She must be at risk for hypothermia, Sam figured. He panicked trying to think of a way to warm her up. Body heat. "Hey Luna, do you want to share a sleeping bag so you can double up on the warmth."

She didn't respond right away. There were pros and cons to each situation. If she said yes, then she would have to allow him to sleep with her naked. If she said no, she would have to risk freezing to death. "I, uh, sure?" she confirmed uncertainly. Sam got out of his sleeping bag and took off his jeans. Luna looked at him questioningly. What was he doing? She thought nervously.

"Relax, Luna. Sleeping in jeans is uncomfortable," Sam explained. He took off his long sleeve shirt as well. He pulled his sleeping bag over hers. Luna moved over to the side of her sleeping bag, giving Sam some room to get in. He slid in and shivered at the touch of Luna. She turned on her side and curled into him instantly. She needed to get warm quick. The cool metal of the zipper on the jacket scratched against Luna's skin. It was very irritating and uncomfortable. She unzipped it and threw it out of the sleeping bag leaving nothing between them now. She didn't go back to curling up with Sam right away. She was nervous, really nervous, but excited at the same time.

Sam wasn't sure on how to take this new, bold, action. He was glad that Luna was finally comfortable with him. He noticed how slow she moved back to her original position against him however. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. Luna allowed herself to surrender to the comfort and warmth of his arms. She let Sam hold her tight against him. It made her feel wanted. It made her feel good. It made her smile.

Luna stretched and placed a kiss on Sam's neck. He responded by turning her on her back and kissing her on the lips. She felt exposed for a moment as Sam used his arms to hold himself over her as not to crush her. If there had been light he would have been able to see all of her. Not just the physical scars and physique, but the pain she held in her body, in her eyes, in her head, it was all exposed in that brief moment.

Sam noticed how Luna was troubled for a split second and then seemed to relax. He could make out the scars on her chest and abdomen by a faint light coming from the fire and the moonlight. He placed a finger on the start of a scar by her armpit and traced it all the way down to her hip. He then thumbed over one, close to the pentagram. Luna's body stiffened. To the best of his ability in the small sleeping bag, Sam kissed the scar and then continued to kiss up until he reached her lips. He laid down again and pulled her close.

Now it was her turn. She pushed him over onto his back playfully. She straddled him. Her hair was almost dry now. A cascade of curls fell around Sam's face as Luna went in for a kiss. She pulled back and traced a finger down his chest and stomach. His muscles were incredible. She traced lightly over his side and he twitched underneath her. She smiled wickedly at his reaction. She did it again. Sam twitched again at the touch. She giggled. Luna was beginning to like the effect she had on him. Again she traced patterns over Sam's side and again he twitched, but this time he grabbed her hand. He pulled her down on top on him. He rolled the two of them over, making him on top again. This time he let his hand run down Luna's side. She bit her lip in response, not wanting to show him that he had the same effect on her. She drew her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Her hands traveled up and down Sam's back making lines with her nails. She entwined one of her hands in his hair.

Sam ran his hand down the length of Luna's body. She jerked away when his hand traveled below her waist to her upper thigh. She broke the kiss as well.

"Not yet. Not tonight," she whispered into Sam's ear. He sighed and rolled to his side. Luna had been so open tonight. Or so he thought. He wasn't mad at her, far from it actually. He wanted to be with her though, he wanted her to get strong and stop the angels and demons too. He felt Luna curl into his chest. "Sorry." He always felt guilty when she said that. It wasn't like he was angry with her because she didn't want to.

"It's fine," he said softly and reassuringly, "next time." He ran a hand down Luna's bare back and stopped right before her butt. He could feel the heat from Luna's blush on his chest. He smiled.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you hear that?" Luna asked frightened.

"Hear what?"

"Never mind."

"Luna, are you scared?" Sam asked doubtfully. There was no answer from Luna. She couldn't admit her weakness, but she couldn't deny it either.

"Of all the monsters to be afraid of, why a wendigo?"

"They just creep me out. I mean, they were human once and then they turned to cannibalism. Now they are freaky creatures that look at you as prey," Luna explained simply. A human-like wail echoed through the forest. Luna clawed at Sam's chest trying to burry herself deeper into oblivion.

"Luna, chill." He ordered. He didn't like seeing her afraid. He got out of the sleeping bag and undid the zipper on the tent just enough to stick his head out. "Hey Dean! Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, you too?" Sam nodded. "Do you want to go check it out?" Sam paused for a moment before answering.

"No, it's stronger at night and we need the odds in our favor," Sam reasoned. Dean nodded slowly, agreeing. "Hey, uh, try to get some sleep."

"You too," Dean said, and poked the fire with a stick. Sam went back into the tent and crawled back into the sleeping bag. Luna had wriggled herself so far into the sleeping bag that the flap came over her head. Sam had to bend just to get it over his shoulders. He pulled Luna up and held her close to his chest. She let out a deep sigh of content. He wondered what it would be like after the apocalypse. Would Luna stay with them? Would they still be together? Would the Sol's power work against Michael and Lucifer?

"Don't think so hard or your head will explode." Sam snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at the still form beside him. Luna's eyes were closed, and he hadn't felt her move.

"How did you know I was thinking?" Sam asked.

"'Cause I'm magical," Luna said lazily. She nestled herself against Sam. That answer would have to suffice for now. Sam closed his eyes and rhythmically traced a circle on Luna's shoulder with his thumb. He felt a vibration on a chest and opened his eyes. He was about to speak when Luna sang softly.

"Will you raise me up? Will you help me down? Will you get me right out of this god forsaken town? Will you make it all a little less cold?"

"I can do that," Sam said fitting in with the lyrics perfectly.

"Will you cater to every fantasy I've got? Will you hose me down with holy water, if I get to hot? Will you take me places I've never known?"

"Now, I can do that."

"I know the territory, I've been around. It'll all turn to dust and we'll all fall down. And sooner or later you'll be screwin' around."

"I'd do anything for love, but I won't do that."

"Aww, you messed it up!" Luna whined.

"But it's true," Sam tried to reason. He knew she wasn't going to go for it, because he had messed up the lyrics.

"Goodnight Sam."

"Goodnight Luna," Sam said. I love you.

Bum Bum Bum! What will happen next? Let me know what you think and also if you have any advice for me!