You sat in the front seat of the Impala, leg nervously bouncing up and down as you looked up at your childhood friends home. It still looked the same, from the blue paint to the row of white roses that surrounded the front of the building. Sam had joined you, more than excited to spend time with you without Dean's prying eyes. Plus, this was the only way you could convince the boys to let you go. That someone had to join you to keep you safe.

Both brother's had sat you down and gave you more than your fare share stern words about how you needed to stay safe and not stray too far. That you had to wear a few protective charms, and that if you started to feel anything different you needed to let Sam know right away. All things you could have guessed without the lecture.

"Okay, lets do this." Your stomach grumbled, the smells of freshly cooked food wafting over the house and into the Impala. You opened the door, hearing the squeak of the door as it swung. Sam joined you, rounding the car quickly thanks to his rather large legs.

You knocked on the front door, only to have to have the door swing open as you knocked. You looked back at Sam who shrugged as a response, and in you went. Loud music could be heard from the back yard, and it was obvious now that you were supposed to let yourself in. Otherwise you'd have been standing at the front door a long time waiting.

"Y/N!" Your friend screamed. rushing from the other side of the yard to you. Sam took a step back as the girl wrapped her arms around you in a hug a hug that took the breath away from you. "I am so glad you made it!" Her red hair engulfed you, obscuring your vision from the world. She finally let go, stepping back and taking a deep breath. She smiled, showing her pearly whites to you and Sam.

"Of course. You said 4 right?" Looking around the space you could tell the party had been going on a lot longer than a few minutes. The crowd was on the larger side than you had expected, resulting you feeling slightly uncomfortable. But thankfully Sam stayed close.

"Yes I did. And who is this?" She gestured to Sam with her free hand. Her other held a cup of liquid you could tell held alcohol in it and wanted some badly.

"My friend Sam. Sam this is Stef."

Sam extended his hand out for Stef to shake, only to be wrapped up in a hug that only took his breath away because he was unprepared for it. Stef was far to small to make Sam loose his breath. "Well hello, Sam."

"Hi Stef, its a nice place you got here." He said standing tall again.

Stef quickly looked around, "You have to meet… hold on he's here somewhere." She left for a second, leaving you and Sam alone. Again he shrugged. "Okay, here is Josh. My boyfriend."

Josh stood tall, his chest puffing out. Sam laughed, obviously used to people shorter than him trying to seem taller or bigger. "Hey. Welcome to our party." He never took his eyes off Sam until you cleared your throat and he softened his gaze to meet yours.

You all exchanged in pleasantries for a while, Stef talking about the things going on in her life and how well everything was going. Stef took you over to the fully stocked bar she had provided and helped you by making a drink for the both of you. She proceeded to walk you around and introduce you to the other guests, most of which you had gone to high school with.

Everyone had a million questions for you, which was expected since you practically left the day of graduation and never came back. It'd been years since you had even talked to any of these people. You had liked it like that. High school was a place you enjoyed, but this town held too many bad memories, and now even more.

"Where have you been?"

"Whats the real city like?"

"How far did you get?"

"Why'd you come back?"

You looked over at Sam, half expecting him to be bored out of his mind. His eyes were on you, a smile on his face as he engaged in a conversation with your friends. You smiled back and returned your attention to Stef.

A while had gone by, and the crowd had grown larger. You felt suddenly uncomfortable and made your way towards Sam. He said his goodbyes to the people he was talking to and walked with you to the corner of Stef's yard. You both sat down on a few lawn chairs, sighing as you did.

"You went to High School with these people?" Sam asked after a beat.

You both looked over the crowd, everyone was smiling and having a good time. Music was playing and a few were dancing. All of this made you miss coming here. Seeing your friends. Remembering High School parties that looked a lot like this. You looked back at Sam who had a glazed over look on his face.

"Yeah. They haven't changed much."It was safe to say that you remembered most of the guests, a few had come in and introduced themselves that you didn't know, but with your brave face you conversed with them. Large gatherings like this made you uneasy, always had. Sure most of these people you knew since grade school; watching them go through every faze in the book, but it still made your skin crawl to have so many people surrounding you.

"Not everyone does. But they seem like a good bunch of people." He looked down into his empty drink. Twirling the last little bit remaining at the bottom of it he sighed. You could see the small twinge of sadness that shot across his face before he cleared his throat and looked at you again.

"Oh they are. I just could stay here like they could." You said, finishing your drink. You spun the cup in your hands now, a nervous habit you had developed years ago. Always fighting.

"What do you mean?"Sam looked over at you now, his eyes boring into yours.

"This town?" You gestured to the area around you. "It held nothing I wanted." You leaned back in your seat and looked up at the darkening sky. "See, most of them work in the factory, taking over their parents jobs, or down at the Corporation where everyone ends up working. But I needed more than that. And this town wasn't going to give me that. So me and Peter filled his beat up car and took off. Ended up going east until we ran out of gas and made it work." You laughed, remembering the car ride perfectly.

It had been a fun time, both you and him on the road, no destination in mind, just needing to get out of this paper town. Everyone had thought you both were joking about leaving. But as soon as you walked off the field with your diploma's you ran straight to his car and never looked back.

"And you never came back?" Sam asked.

"Not till the other night. And look what that did for me." You sighed, wishing your drink had been filled. You could use a little more alcohol to feel at ease here. Could use just a little more to warm you up and make you the social being they all remembered. They might not have changed, but you sure did.

Sam was silent for a while, and when you looked over at him you realized he had been watching you the whole time."And Peter?"

"Jail." You said curtly. You stood, and made your way to the bar again making this drink slightly stronger. Sam had followed but he didn't ask any more questions, but you knew he wanted to. 'Jail' wasn't a good enough answer, it raised questions that any normal person would want answers to. But Sam wouldn't ask you anything, because he couldn't.

He too was keeping secrets, and while you knew this you hadn't wanted to really know what they were. Judging by the line of work the brothers did you weren't sure you wanted to know more about them. Even if you were feeling things for Sam that had been doormat since Peter.

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Dinner's ready!" Stef yelled, motioning for everyone to come inside her home now. The table you had passed by earlier was done up now. A table cloth covered the hard wood, various knick-knacks were placed as table decorations, and even a few candles were lit.

Everyone circled around the table, marveling at the food laid out before them. Sam pulled out a chair for you to sit in, and took the one next to you. The room was filled with conversations, ones both you and Sam engaged in, and ones you didn't. Everyone passed around the plates of food, scooping heaping amounts on to their plates before continuing to pass it down the line.

Drinks we're poured, and before everyone knew it the food was almost all gone, and the moon was shinning down on the back yard with grace. Everyone leaned back in their seats, patting their full stomachs.

Everyone slowly started to quiet, and eventually people started leaving. Wine bottles were stacking up in the center of the table, and Sam and you were laughing at some silly joke he had recited. Stef and Josh were starting to tangle up their limbs as they let their faces grow closer.

Sam cleared his throat, "We should uh- get going." He gestured with his head to Stef and Josh. And you nodded in agreement.

You both stood, going around to the nearest seats and picking up the dirty plates. Stef and Josh were kissing now, totally consumed with one another and not paying attention to the things surrounding them at all. Sam couldn't help but laugh silently to himself, shaking his head as he grew nearer to them and picked up more plates.

He joined you in the kitchen, "Should we clean these?" You asked, looking at the now full sink.

Sam reached around you from behind, holding you close. "I think we should go back to the hotel room." Sam brushed away a few strands of your hair with his chin and planted soft kisses on your neck. "I think that sounds like more fun."

You giggled as he talked against your skin. "That does sound like a good time." You pressed yourself into him as he rocked you back and forth. "Should we say goodbye?"

"No, lets just go." And go you went. The ride back to the motel room seemed to go by faster then when you drove there. Less turns, less nervousness. Sam pressed the button leading you to your floor in the elevator, and pressed you against the wall as soon as the doors shut. His lips consuming yours you could still taste the wine on them.

The elevator beeped, but Sam remained, uncaring if someone joined the both you or if this was your floor. No, Sam was too busy darting his tongue across your bottom lip. Your own wine induced head was telling you to stay as well, but you knew better, and public displays like this weren't you. "Sam," You said, placing your hands on his chest. "Come on lets make it to the room."

Sam agreed, wrapping his large hand around your wrist and practically pulling you down the hall. You were more than thankful that this was your floor as he shoved his hand into his back pocket and produced the small plastic card that served as your key.

He pulled you into the room, making quick work to shut the door conjoining your room to the boy's and flipping on the light. Sam's eyes seemed the be clouded as his large hands gripped your waist. He lifted you with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you across the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed, holding you firmly to him.

His hands ran up your sides, skin on skin contact making your head go fuzzy. He was warm, so warm it felt like fire against you. He pushed your shirt above your head, throwing it down not bothering to care where it landed. He planted small kisses against the bare skin of your neck and chest. He left your bra on, thumb padding over the soft fabric.

You could feel him now, feel him as he pressed himself firmly between your legs. Sam's lips found yours, consuming you in a kiss that overwhelmed you completely. His roaming hands, his large dick pressing against you, his kissing, it was too much. You were complete putty in his hands now.

"Sam." You moaned, pressing your chest against his. Your brain caught up with the actions now, and it was your turn to let your hands wander of his tightly muscled body. Snaking up under his shirt, feeling the hardness that was just Sam. You felt small now, your hands leaving tiny traces against him.

Sam pulled away long enough to pull his shirt off, returning his lips to your neck. Now he planted both kisses and small little nibbles. His fingers found the loops in your jeans and pulled on them. And in the flash of a second he was on top of you, body pressing you firmly into the mattress.

Sam made quick work of your jeans, leaving you laying under him in nothing more than your underwear. "You're so beautiful." He growled, kissing your stomach gently. His arms trapped you in place, not that you wanted out of his cage.

Sam stood over you now, his long fingers finding his jean button and flicking it open. He was taking his time, eyes never leaving yours as he let his jeans fall to his ankles. Your eyes widened as you could now see the outline of… him through his briefs. A low chuckle left him. "Don't worry. You'll be more than ready to handle it."

Sam dropped to his knee's his hands sliding their way up your legs. He stopped at your thighs, giving them a nice little squeeze before proceeding forward. He just grazed your sex, thumbs barely touching it as he moved forward to your hips and stomach. It made you needy, it made you raise your hips in want of more. It made you suck in your bottom lip to hide the moan that was threatening to leave you.

He placed a hand on your stomach, pressing it gently down until your hips were flush with the mattress under you again. "Someone is eager to get this started." He said.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him between your legs. "I need it Sam." Your voice was breathy and sexy, and you knew it by the sudden inhale that Sam did. "I need you Sam." You said, attempting to raise your hips again. His hand on your stomach held you down though.

You were about to start begging, but Sam moved forward and kissed the inside of your thighs. He wrapped both arms under your thighs and onto your stomach, pulling you towards him till his mouth was pressed against your panties. He licked it once, moaning against you. "You're so wet." And the vibrations of his voice were almost too much.

He hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down, fully exposing you to himself now. He examined you, pulling your bare lips apart and running his fingers all across your wet pussy. "Perfect." He said more to himself than to you. "Fucking perfect." He repeated.

He licked you finally, one long and slow lick along you, he circled your clit, sucking it up into his mouth where you could feel the brush of his teeth against you. You told yourself to remain calm, to not cum just yet, trying to ease your nerves back down.

You whimpered as he licked you again, this time his tongue thrusting into you. He moaned, sending another set of vibrations straight through you. You cried out, arching your back and lifting your hips.

Sam's free hand, the one not rubbing at your thighs found your face, cupping your mouth. "Gotta be quiet. Dean." But his tongue had two different agendas. He found your clit again, sucking it up into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around it while the hand on your thigh left. He forced one finger inside of you, and you both groaned at the tightness. He pumped his finger into you, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

He kept his hand on your mouth, stifling the noises leaving you the best he could. But he was louder than you, the noises he was making filled the room with sin and arousal. And this is what was your undoing.

You felt yourself unable to control it, your hands found Sam's hair and pushed him harder against you. He slipped in another finger curling them expertly to hit the sweet spot inside you, his tongue still working wonders on your clit. Your legs started to shake, started to squeeze Sam's head between them and eventually you came, hard.

He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his tongue so he could lap up ever single drop of you. You sighed, twitching at your sudden release but ultimately melting into the bed as a tired mess. Sam removed his hand around your mouth and leaned back. You looked down at him, just in time to watch him slip his slicked up fingers into his mouth and savor the flavor that was you.

He smirked, his face glistening with the remains of you on him. "That was…" He started, but the words dropped as he had no idea how to finish his sentence. Nothing seemed to explain just how wonderful and perfect that was, you were. "You're to tight Y/N." He said, rising to his knees again.

He slipped his finger in you again, and you whimpered at the touch. "How am I going to fit inside here?" He asked, slipping another finger inside of you. His eyes were focused on his fingers slipping in and out of you. The noises leaving your pussy, the stiffed moans leaving your mouth as you bit into your arm, it was too much for you. "I have been wanting this for so long now."

"Sam please." You begged.

"I don't want to hurt you." He kissed your thigh, and slipped another finger inside of you. Three now, pumping into you.

"You wont, I just, I need you." You begged again. Feeling helpless under him.

He stood, keeping his fingers inside of you. "Help me out of these." He ordered, his voice deeper, husky and powerful. You obliged, sitting up quickly and pulling at his briefs with your tiny hands. He sprang free, bouncing in front of your face.

He stepped out of them, kicking them behind him and handing you the foil packet holding a condom. You wrapped a hand around him, sliding it down his length. He leaned his head back, and while he wasn't looking you licked at his head.

Sam grunted, his fingers left you quickly and he pushed you down onto the bed. He lifted your hips, pushing you further back onto the bed and climbing on top of you. With one hand he positioned himself at your hole. He teased your entrance with his tip. He ripped the condom from your hand, biting at the corner and pulling the rubber out.

Sam pushed himself into you slowly, filling and stretching you as he did. He groaned, burying his head into your neck, another inch down and he bit into your flesh. "Yes Sam, more!" You moaned.

Sam propped himself over you, looking into your eyes. He thrust forward more, still slowly taking his time to fill you. "All of you." You gripped his waist and tried to push him into you. But he was stronger than you. "I need to feel you deep in me Sam." You said, and Sam didn't care about anything else.

He trusted hard, bottoming out inside of you. It hurt, but as he slowly slid out and back in the pain was gone. You both moaned, Sam arching backwards as he slid in and out again. Sam knew what he was doing, he wasted no more time going easy on you. No, he pounded himself into you, the bed springs unable to keep up with his movements.

You chanted his name, voice rising in octaves as he helped you reach another climax. You clenched around him, and he growled, not stopping his movements, riding out your orgasm. His hand wrapped around your mouth again, keeping you from screaming. "Y/N, you can't wake Dean." He whispered into your ear.

Sam felt you finish, felt you loosen around him as he thrust faster. He pulled out of you, flipping so you now straddled on top of him. It took you a second to get your baring straight, but you knew instantly what to do.

You pumped his dick in your hand a few times as you hovered over it. You teased your entrance with his dickhead, slipping it back and forth against your wetness. "Y/N!" He growled, hand gripping your hips and shoving you down on him.

He helped you at first, hands on your hips as you bounced on him. But when he learned you didn't need his help his hands reached for your breasts, cupping the bouncing things in his hand. He pinched at your nipple. And you threw your head back.

"Just like that." Sam breathed. "You're going to make me cum Y/N." You continued, "Fuck. Y/N. Yes. Just like that." His words quickly became groans, and his thumb found your clit, rubbing small circles to help you reach your own climax as you felt him swell inside you. "Y/N I'm- I'm."

But you didn't stop. You felt him twitch inside you, as load after load left him. You still bounced on his length, watching his stomach twitch as he continued to shoot his load inside you. You helped him with your clit, bringing yourself to your own orgasm around him. You squeezed around him again, this time really feeling his cock twitch inside you.

"Jesus." You sucked in lungfuls of air as you came, hands clawing at his chest.

Sam sat up, holding you close to him. "I know." he breathed against your chest. You stay like this for a moment, both holding each other and returning to a normal breathing speed.

Eventually you moved, pulling Sam out of you and watching his semi hard cock fall limply against his thigh. Your legs were like jelly, almost making you fall. Sam caught you, holding you up. You laughed, "Its been… a long time." You said, falling into the bed next to Sam.

You heard him pull the condom off, standing up and throwing it into the waste basket near the bathroom. He climbed back in bed with you, wrapping his arm around you. And this was how you fell asleep, Sam's naked body next to you. The scent of your sex lingering in the air. And not a care in the world.