People were clearing their throats, trying trying to get your attention and take over the pool table. You and Sam passed them your cues before collecting your jackets.
He left to pay for his drink, which gave you enough time to take a hit from your inhaler, just to settle your nerves. The emotions ran fresh in your head, even with the medicine, you were still fidgety. An attack was the last thing you wanted.
Sam quickly collected you, laying a hand on the small of your back to guide you out the door.
"That's some gal you got son," old gums slapped together as the owner nodded and smiled. Decades in the sun had turned his grinning face to leather, "Keep that pretty lady tucked un'er your arm, lest some dog snatch 'er up, like my poor Agnes. Though that gold diggin' harlot, bless her captivatin' soul, got nothing on you miss."
Sam chuckled and rubbed the back of his head and you blushed.
Like your cheeks turned a shade of pink. The idea of you and Sam as an item came to mind. Y/n, feelings? Bad. For. Business. Wake up girl, in two days you'll be going your separate ways. You sighed.
The more it came up the harder you fought to forget it, living on the run was a good way not to die. The cool air outside swept your hair. If you were gonna be honest for a moment, you weren't so sure you deserved that.
You had actually thought about turning... just so that you could end it all and be politically correct. That wasn't the first time you could've become one of them either. But when each chance came you couldn't do it. Every vampire you killed was for Tyler, and the dishonor cut deep each day you went without spilling their blood.
Gravel crunched beneath Sam's boots as he stopped at the edge of the street, "I wanna say one more thing about today. Then I promise I won't talk about it anymore unless you want me to."
That was last thing you wanted to do, but you nod your consent. He certainly earned his say in the matter.
"This town will suffer if something doesn't change," Sam says as people mill about him coming from all walks of life.
You try to block it all out, but the sounds refused to be silenced. You heard groans and laughs; you dared to open an eye and saw worry creases and smiles. Most of the vehicles on the road were trucks, some engines stilled when they parked while others revved to beat the light. There was an energy about the place that could only be labeled as life.
"Do they deserve this fate?" Sam let the plea slip away.
You manage to look at Sam's boots, but that's it. You know his words will change you if you glance any higher.
"Stay Y/n...fight with us," Sam hesitated, but his hand claimed yours, "If I've got anything to do with what happens over the next 48 hours, you will the the sun rise on the third day."
What were you suppose to say to that? People don't take on a stranger's problems, those were characteristics of a generation long passed. Didn't Sam and Dean recognize a lost cause when it crossed their path? But what if they see something about you that you yourself are blind to? You close your eyes and raise you head, "I'm afraid to die Sam," your lids drift open completely, "I know we all gotta go someday but...not like this."
Sam's grip on you tightens. A piece of his hair fell in front, it hung over his left eye, but that didn't stop him from holding your gaze, "You won't," he whispered.
You wanted to reach up and brush the strand aside and hold his hand for dear life. It was hurting to breath, but you didn't dare reach for your inhaler. He doesn't need to know anymore about you. Feelings. Are. Bad. For. Business. But you were tired; of the hiding, evading, surviving but never living. So you let your fingers thread into the roots of his scalp. And you risked a smile.
Sam hissed at your contact as the neon lights flickered on his skin. Along with the fire in his features. All day he had been sweet and protective of you. The perfect gentleman.
Even at the gas station you knew he'd do everything in his power to ensure your safety.
But this, this was the first time you'd seen any blazing...want from him. You weren't sure if that was it, words could be such meager things.
Sam pressed his free hand into the small of your back and pulled you close. The scent of his skin was intoxicating.
It was your new addiction. You relished the way his head tilted over you, it tickled when his breath feathered you cheek. That was the last soft touch.
He lost his hold on your hand to tangle his fingers in the hair at the base of your skull. His kiss was forceful, lips and skin dueled for dominance, but it wasn't a power struggle. When he pushed you pulled. And he crushed you into his chest.
It took all you had to break the kiss for air. It was harder than you could ever imagine to not moan into his chin. Little noises of pleasure still slipped passed you and made your lips hum.
Sam's breathing was adorably disheveled, but his grip tightened when people started whistling at you two. He kept his arm around you while crossing the street to the motel.
You could've sworn time had halted, and all the colors pulsed with a newfound vibrance. Best kiss...of my life. Of all the rules you've broken, that was the best. You know...screw the rules. Screw the safe thing to do. Screw the business. Screw life. Next you found yourself inside the room, the shower was running, which you assumed was Dean's doing.
"I'll sleep on the couch," Sam let his arm slide off you and picked up a pillow from the bed.
You already missed his contact, "Your legs will be hanging off the edge up to your knees. I got the couch."
Sam faced you, the lights from the streets filtered through the blinds and onto his shoulders. He would have none of that.
"You need a good night's sleep," Sam patronized.
"So do you," you countered. 'This will go nowhere.' You shift your weight to one foot and cross your arms. You could wait this out.
Sam changed his posture and looked at you with an equally confident smirk, "Well...we could share...."
"What?" You gawked at the man. You hadn't shared a room with anyone since Tyler, not that you could afford two beds. He would always climb in bed with you on the cold nights, you weren't much of a cuddler, but how could you ever tell him no, "I-uhh."
"Come on Y/n, we both need to sleep well," Sam emphasized the idea of resting.
You swallowed and nodded yes before you changed your mind. Someone had brought in your duffle full of clothes. You pulled out an oversized t shirt and shorts before running to the darkest corner of the room. There couldn't be a door to the kitchenette!? You peeled off your shirt and bra, loving the coolness of the room before pulling the clean shirt on. Normally that would've been it. But if you were going to actually sleep in a bed with another person, let alone a man, you wanted more clothes on. You turn around and seen Sam already dressed. Thank god he didn't sleep shirtless.... You weren't going to acknowledge that lie.
His t shirt bunched at his waist and the sweats on his hips rustled as he walked. His eyes bore into you with a fierceness you glimpsed on the sidewalk, though his look only took in the length of your form once.
You remembered that even with the shorts, it looked like you had just the t shirt on. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks in the darkness.
Sam returns his pillow to the side of the bed closest to the door. His nose crinkled in a frown. His dimples come out when he bites the inside of his cheek. Sneaking the tip of his tongue out, he touches the inside of his lip, "You like that place?"
You take a moment to process his question before looking down at the pattern screened on your chest, well, more like stomach, "I love Ruby Tuesdays. Best slider burgers ever."
Sam shakes his head and pulls back the covers.
You return your clothes and approach the opposite side. You didn't hesitate, you just climbed right in and looked at the ceiling.
As Sam talked you could hear his smile, "You didn't mind getting up close and personal earlier," the mattress shifted with his weight as he laid down.
"This is different and you know it smartass," you twist to your side. You slide your hand up and touch your tingling lips, the mere mention of his kiss had you smiling like a school girl.
"Goodnight Y/n," Sam teases before becoming quiet.
Something didn't feel right. You tossed around, but froze when your back brushed Sam's side. You couldn't help but smile when you slid closer together, "Goodnight Sam," there. Now the silence became restful.