Lost and Found- Sam Winchester

chapter twenty-one

A/N: hoping this doesn't get flagged for being mature. just a warning, some *fluff*. nothing too crazy. i hope you guys are enjoying this story. i'm stuck on where to go so i might not write for a while but thanks for reading :)

It had been a few weeks since hell's gate had opened. Dean and Sam had been out on a few cases but not many. I stayed back in hotels and did research and healed up, it had been weird since the whole possession thing and after learning Sam and I were chosen ones. We both had demon blood in our bodies and our mothers died the same way. We hadn't really heard anything else, and the visions stopped. Sam and I were closer than ever, it had been hot and heavy lately. I was sort of worried, because I was still a virgin. Sam and Dean had no idea but I was set on telling Sam, I knew it wasn't the type to care about that stuff but if we decided to, I would want him to know. I really loved traveling the country with them, but we were worried about Dean and his deal, and if we could possibly get him out of it. Nonetheless, we were still on cases, one after another. It was as if Dean didn't want to think about it, like he was a ticking time bomb.

We were off to Indiana. Dean had seen a few mysterious deaths in a town where he had a fling with a woman 8 years ago and thought it was worth the trip. Sam just thought it was because he wanted to have a hookup again before he bit the dust.

"Don't be such a prick. You guys go back to the hotel for now, I'll meet back up with you guys later. Don't wait up on me." Dean winked over at us as we exited the diner we had just had dinner in.

"Have fun, be safe." I smile at him, leaning into Sam's arm.

"No promises."

I chuckle as Sam and I walk back to the hotel. I felt his fingers dig into my side as we entered the room. He turned on the lights and I walk over to the bar.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Are you sure you wanna drink after last time?"

He knew exactly where to hit me. The last time we drank, Sam ended up holding my hair back while I threw up all night. I really didn't know how to handle myself. I wasn't really the type. I never went to parties.

"I know how to handle myself now."

"Sure."

I pour us both a shot, of whatever Dean had picked up. We clink the glasses together and took them down. I felt my face go sour.

"Dean got the cheap stuff again."

"It's not a problem."

I pour myself another and motion if Sam wants one. He nods. We both take another.

"I know it's gonna take you like half this bottle to feel anything." I smile at him, holding out the bottle for him.

He takes a big swig and gives out a sour face, puckering his lips. I laugh at him as he hands it back to me.

"Are you trying to get into bed with me or something?" He wipes his sleeve across his lips.

"What?? No!"

"Let's be real. Dean left so we could. I'm not going to force you to do anything, you don't wanna do. We can go at our own pace, it's not up to him."

"I know that Sam. You're a respectful man. I just needed a few confidence shots I guess."

I take a large swig of the alcohol and set it down, swallowing it.

"Why's that?" He walks over to me, pushing hair behind my ear.

"Because- I've never done this before."

"That doesn't matter. I love you, you know that?" He gives me a kind reassuring response.

"I love you so goddamn much, Sam Winchester."

He pulls himself into me, holding the side of my face. His lips meet mine, like they always did, soft and gentle. He started moving me over towards the bed. I felt my entire body get hot. I had no idea why; I was so comfortable with him. It might've been the alcohol. Anytime I drank, my face got immediately red. I felt his hand turn the light off, leaving the little bit of the sunlight left lighting up the room.

My back hit the cold sheets, and Sam is hovering over me. He starts to slip his hands under my shirt, not breaking away from me. He begins to kiss down my neck, to my collarbone. He starts to unbutton the flannel from me. He kisses right above my breast and moves back up. He throws my flannel across the room. I help assist him to take off his shirt. I had only seen Sam naked when he joined me in the shower and I hadn't stared because I was internally screaming the entire time. He was really toned and tan. I heard his belt buckle fall to the ground. He began to pull at the hem of my pants, and I practically kick my legs out of them.

He starts laughing and uses his teeth to rip the rest of them off my ankles.

"I give you full permission to fuck my life up, Sam Winchester."

I was left in my undergarments, as he pulled his pants down. I was starting to feel my heartbeat pump out of my chest. He laid over me, continuing to kiss me and pull on the back of my hair. He lays so I can feel him against me, and I bring my hands to the back of his neck, feeling his curls. I grabbed them in my fist. His fingers start to swirl over my bare stomach and start to go down farther, stopping at my underwear line.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks up to me.

"Yes."

He pulls my underwear down, and I feel his go down as he lays over me. My bra unbuckles and is tossed across the room. He keeps kissing me as I feel it happen. I flinch at first but he knew to be slow with me. I looked directly into his eyes and smiled for a moment, before he began to kiss my neck. I kept holding his hair, trying to be quiet.

"I love you." I heard him whisper in my ear, in between kisses.

"I love you too, Sammy."