The two woke with a start at the alarm clock buzzing next to their bed. They wanted to be up and on the road by 7. Sam rolled over, reached his arm over Luna and hit the snooze button on the alarm. It was only 5:30. They could stay in bed a little longer. Luna nuzzled her face into Sam's chest and he tightened his arms around her.
"Mmh, g'mornin'," she mumbled as she maneuvered herself up the bed a little so she could be face to face with Sam.
"Good morning," he replied equally tired like. Luna moved in closer to him and gave him a kiss. "Well, what was that for?" Sam asked surprised.
"To start the day off right," she replied, a little more awake now. Sam and Luna laid like that for another few minutes before they decided to get up and get ready.
The trio packed up the truck of the impala with their duffle bags, a cooler, and a few bags of groceries. Luna took the backseat while Sam and Dean took the front. Luna had brought along a blanket so she wouldn't be cold in the backseat when Sam and Dean opened the windows, which was quite a bit. Although, the ride wouldn't be as long as some they had taken. They were headed to some town in New Hampshire that was too complicated for Luna to remember this early in the morning.
The three had said goodbye to Molly and David last night since neither one of them was going to wake up before they left.
Sam was in the driver's seat for once, Dean had taken the option of getting some more sleep in. Luna curled up in her blanket in the back seat keeping nice and warm. She had packed mostly sweaters now but she was still freezing cold. Being the Sol didn't help either though. If she used even a little bit of her power, she would start to shiver.
Sam glanced at her in the rearview mirror and she smiled at him. She laid down in the back seat even though she really wasn't that tired, but more so bored.
It wasn't more than ten minutes into the drive when she felt the pinpricks in her head start. Luna sat up.
"Sam," she said quietly as to not wake Dean up.
"Yeah?" Luna shifted uncomfortably in the back seat, trying as hard as she could not to fall into the black blurry edges in her vision
"I'm about to have a vision, so just keep driving if you hear noises okay? I know you get worried." Sam looked at her through the rearview mirror again, his worry lines etched into his forehead.
"Luna, are you sure you don't want me to stop? I can go with you or at least help you somehow," Sam offered. He always became really concerned when she got her visions. He didn't want her to hurt, or be afraid. Because he knew how painful, physically and mentally, visions were, he didn't want Luna to have to go through them too. He wanted to take care of her. He knew that she wasn't going to let him take care of her often; she was so used to taking care of herself all the time.
"I'll be okay. I always am," Luna assured him. He nodded and stared at the road. He heard her take in a sharp breath and had to stop himself from stopping the care right then and there. The closer that he and Luna got, the more he want to take care of her. Stitch her up when she gets hurt. Help warm her up when she gets cold. Sam knew that his ideal world was never going to happen. Luna had been taking care of herself for way too long, but it didn't mean that he was going to try and get as close as he could to it.
When Luna regained consciousness in her vision she didn't know where she was for a moment. She was in a dreary hallway standing in of a door that read '413' in tacky gold numbers. Was this a hotel room she wondered. Then she looked down and saw that she was holding a purse in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other.
Wait, she thought, this isn't – it couldn't be – her memory of Alec and her apartment. No!
"Please don't be on the ceiling. Please don't be on the ceiling," she repeatedly mumbled to herself. She opened the door slowly trying to recall the details of that night.
"Hello?" she called out tentatively into their apartment.
"Luna is that you?" a chipper and much alive voice rang out.
"Alec?" Luna asked in disbelief. Was her brain, or whatever part of her controlled these visions actually giving her a happy one?
"How was work today Luna?" Alec asked her. She rounded the corner and Alec was in the kitchen and there was a cup of tea sitting on the table for her. Luna dropped the bags when they when and wrapped him in a tight embrace. He was taken by surprise at first, but then didn't question it as he returned her gesture.
"I take it was a bad day at work, or is there something supernatural going on?" Alec finally said causing Luna to let go. Alec always had a way of knowing what was going on in her life.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Luna stated flatly. Alec looked at her in disbelief.
"You told me you went to hell and was an angel condom. What possibly is there that I wouldn't believe?" He was right so Luna sat at the table and took her tea. It had cream in it. Wow, it had been a while. She drank it anyway savoring the soft tea flavor instead of her usual strong and sweet tea.
"I'm Luna from the future," Luna started off, "I know that sounds weird, but apparently I am the Sol, who is supposed to stop the apocalypse and now I have visions that send me to memories and other people's important memories," Alec nodded completely believing her.
"Can I ask you something Luna?" Alec said softly.
"Of course."
"How long do we stay together until I die?" He asked quietly and seriously. Luna stared at him trying to figure out if she should answer him or not.
"Why would you want to know that?" Luna asked him to buy some time to figure out what was the right thing to say. She doubted that knowing would affect the course of life but she wasn't sure.
"I know I'm dead by the time you exist in your time as the Sol. Your hug longed for touch, and your tone of voice was unnerved. I just want to make sure I tell you everything that I want the world to know before I'm gone. I also have to tell you that I love you. Not just as a friend but as if I never found a man I truly loved, I would be happy spending the rest of my life as your companion." Luna looked down at the table trying not to cry. She wished she could have said the same, but there was Sam.
"Who is he?" Alec asked suddenly. Luna looked up and couldn't help but to laugh at his smirk at his smirk.
"I can't get anything past you can I?" Luna said lightheartedly.
"Not in this lifetime."
"His name is Sam," Luna started and the two talked for a while and the time seemed like it would never end. But the room started getting cold and the window flung open. No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Luna sprang up and hugged Alec protectively.
"What's going on?" He asked a bit worried by Luna's sudden actions.
"Remember when you asked how much time we had; not enough," Luna said as she was thrown into the wall and knocked out.
Luna woke up in the back of the Impala, alone. The car was off and she was freezing cold despite the blanket on top of her. She sat up and a piece of paper fell into her lap.
Room 226 – Sam
Luna gathered up her blanket and went to find the room. The vision hadn't exactly made her sad, though it brought up many memories she had tried so hard to forget. She had loved being able to talk to Alec about Sam. He was thrilled to hear about her love life, now that she had one. He had given her pointers about bedroom things, and what a man truly liked to do. He had teased her for still having her V-card and gave her some reassuring words about the whole situation. Even though she and Molly had already talked about these things, being able to have Alec's advice had really calmed her nerves.
Luna found the room, knocked on the door twice and no answer. The handle was unlocked so she went in. The first thing that she noticed was that there was only a single queen sized bed in the room and only her and Sam's things were in the room. He must have actually got them their own room. The shower was running, and Luna went into the bathroom and saw Sam's clothes thrown in a messy pile on the floor. Luna, feeling daring and taking the advice that Alec had given her (men like surprises), slipped out of her jeans. She pulled her shirt over her head. She turned around and unhooked her bra. She finally removed her last article of clothing and slowly slid the shower curtain to the side. Sam was startled at first at the noise but when he turned around, he couldn't help but to smirk. Luna poked her head around the shower curtain.
"May I join you?" Luna asked seductively. Sam raised his eye brows.
"Of course you can," Sam said. Luna moved the shower curtain aside to step in the shower. She felt the butterflies doing backflips in her stomach, but yet she couldn't tell if she was more nervous or excited.
Sam was surprised by Luna's new bold action. He knew however how nervous she truly was. As soon as she stepped into the shower, instead of marveling at her unobscured body he pulled her close into him under the water. He felt Luna tremble in his arms, but when he looked down she was smiling, chuckling to herself.
"What's so funny?" he asked her, now smiling himself knowing that Luna was adjusting well to their nakedness.
"I don't know. I'm just really happy right now, and you're being really goofy with pulling me into the shower," Luna answered beaming up at him. She was still plastered to his chest, not exposing hers.
"You know, I was taking a shower here before you interrupted," Sam prompted hoping that she would take the hint and release herself from his body and so he could get a good look at hers. It was usually night time when they did anything and it was mostly under the covers.
"Well I need to take a shower too," Luna playfully declared.
"How about we help each other then," Sam said flirtatiously. Luna blushed and held Sam closer. He spun them around so that the water hit Luna's head and ran down their bodies. Luna removed her hands from Sam's back to brush her soaking wet hair out of her eyes and face, which was Sam's plan all along. Sam took this opportunity to take a step away from her, exposing her body. At first, his eyes remained on her face to make sure that she was okay and not going to hyperventilate. Once he noticed that she was okay, Sam let his eyes travel.
Luna pushed her hair out of her face and rinsed it with water. When she opened her eyes, she found Sam a step in front of her, which no longer allowed her to hide her nakedness, nor his for that matter. She studied his face for a moment and noticed that his eyes were wandering so she did the same. She really looked at his body, muscled and toned, but she looked further and saw the scars and the scratches. As she reached out to touch one of his scars, he traced hers. The looked up at the same time and Luna wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and pulled his lips to hers with an eager force. Sam wasted no time to respond and pulled Luna closely into him by her waist. Luna ran her hands through Sam's hair and down his back, feeling each muscle ripple as he moved his arms up and down her back, then down her thigh.
In the moment Sam picked Luna up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her out of shower to the bed. Sam laid her down and she moved further up of the bed so Sam could join her. He crawled on top of her hovering over Luna he placed kisses all up and down her body, her stomach, her chest, her breasts, everywhere, and Luna loved it. Sam didn't know what had gotten into her, but he wouldn't argue it. He loved her in every way possible and he wanted her to know, he wanted her to feel it.
Luna laid on the bed running her fingers through Sam's hair while she watched him kiss her naked body underneath him. This was going all so fast, but it felt so good, it felt so right. She urged his face back towards hers and met him with a deep kiss. In that moment they were together, nothing could hurt them, they were invincible. Sam pulled away first and cupped her face in his hand.
"Luna, I love you so much," he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. She smiled and nuzzled his hand with her face and then held it in her own hand.
"I love you too, Sam," She said with the same sincerity, "More than you could ever know." Sam leaned down to kiss her again when the door swung open.
"Sam, Are you done with your-," Dean yelled while walking into the room and stopped abruptly when he saw the two naked on the bed.
"Fuck Dean! Could you knock?" Sam angrily yelled at him. Luna had pulled Sam on top of her as soon as she saw Dean walk through the door to use his as a human cover-up.
"Sorry! Way to go Sammy!" Dean said as he turned around and closed the door behind him. Luna couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not. He probably just wanted to congratulate Sam or something, because that's all he ever did when he saw the two of them together. Luna flung her head back onto the pillow in frustration.
"Mood ruined?" Sam asked flatly, knowing fully well that the easiest way to kill a mood was to be walked in on, let alone by Dean.
"Do you even have to ask?" Luna retorted in full sarcasm. Sam slowly got up from on top of her and sat on the edge of the bed. Luna sat up, and then crawled over to him and put her arms around his shoulders from behind. "I bet he did it on purpose."
Sam laughed, "Probably as payback from when I did it to him. But we should get dressed. We do have a case to work on."
The two got up from the bed and ruffled through their duffels to find appropriate clothes for all the interviews that they would be conducting. It was easily ten minutes before there was a knock at the door.
"Are you both decent this time?" Dean called before the doorknob twisted and he peaked in.
"Yeah Dean, nice of you to knock this time," Sam said dryly. Dean had his charismatic grin on his face.
"Lighten up Sammy, you just got laid," Dean said barely above a whisper. Sam shook his head.
"I heard that Dean," Luna growled from the bathroom. She finished brushing her hair and came out to glare at Dean. Her glare backfired when he smirked at her and she realized that he had seen her naked. It may not have been a long or decent look, but nonetheless it made her blush furiously. She pushed these thoughts aside and focused on the case in front of them. They had three male victims. All of them were different ages. The only thing they had in common was that they were all males.
"What do we know about the men?" Sam asked Dean and Luna. Dean flipped through his notebook, as he had found the case and had the obituary cut outs. Dean quickly skimmed through the articles again before giving his answer.
"Uh, well they didn't have any wives to leave behind. They all lived with close friends or by themselves. The fifty-three year old, Thomas Jine, lived with his daughter who was going through a divorce, she's thirty. The thirty-seven year old, Scott Makowski, lived alone until his sister was staying with him two weeks ago, or so say the neighbors. And the college kid, Jake Rumin, lived with his widowed mother," Dean explained to Sam and Luna. It was an interesting case considering that the victims had nothing in common. They all had different occupations, different social standings, they even had different neighborhoods.
Luna opened up her laptop, and searched through her databases of police reports and brought up the three ongoing investigations. "There weren't any witnesses either. But hey, this is interesting, all of the women that they lived with had alibis that took them out of the house for a period of time. The daughter was meeting her ex-husband to talk with their lawyer, the sister was closing a deal for an apartment in the next city over, and the mother was out of town on business."
"So what?" said Dean, "It's probably just the women's idea of protecting themselves."
"Dean, instead of looking for a connection in the men, why don't we try their counterparts?" Luna reasoned. "We can't find any connection between the men."
"It's there, we just can't see it yet," Dean said stubbornly. Luna sighed and shut her laptop. She grabbed her jacket that matched her blouse and pencil skirt and put it on. She slipped into short heeled, pointy toed, shiny black shoes.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"Well Dean isn't going to find his connection on paperwork; let's start interviewing," Luna said as she twisted her long brown hair into a tight bun. Sam had forgotten how different she looked when she was trying to be a professional FBI agent. She looked like she could kill someone with a single shot, but she also had a face that held compassion for the people who were grieving.
"Okay, Luna, I know you are an incredible hunter, but for interviewing, let Sam and I do it. It just becomes messy with three people," Dean tried to reason. He knew that it wasn't going to be any use. She was weasel her way into coming. Instead of the anger in her eyes however, she thought the idea over in her head seriously.
"Alright," Luna said shocking both Sam and Dean. When had she gotten a voice of reason? "Just one condition; you have to take this pen with you and keep it in earshot of whoever is talking." Luna took the pen out of her jacket pocket.
"What is it?" Sam asked taking the pen from Luna's outstretched hand.
"There is a microphone imbedded into it that sends a feed to my laptop," The two stared at her, "What? I saved an FBI agent once; this was his way of thanking me." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Alright then, let's get to interviewing Sammy," Dean said enthusiastically.