Lost and Found- Sam Winchester

chapter twenty-two

I laid across Sam's bare chest, feeling my sweaty body practically stick to his side. It had been done. It had felt special, we both were so comfortable with each other. I felt like I had never felt before. I knew that it would soon be different because of Dean's deal. I shouldn't be too tough on him, he brought the love of my life back and is going to die for it. I needed to thank him, instead I blew up on him. Well the demon did it for me I guess. I felt Sam's breathing calm and I look up at him, his eyes fluttering.

"Sam? You going to bed?"

"No. I'm awake." His eyes shoot open.

"You can go to bed. I'm going to shower, okay?"

"Okay." He peels his body from the bed, grabbing his sweatpants and putting them on.

I get up, my clothes scattered across the hotel room floor. I push them all over to my bag and grab it before stepping into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lock it, just in case Dean decided to come home. I look at myself in the mirror, seeing a line of hickeys down my neck and across my collarbone. Sam didn't know how to handle himself when he was with me apparently. I toss my bag on the toilet and begin to start the shower. I step into the tub and let the water rush over my body.

The water quickly turned cold so I tried to wash my hair quickly. My body was practically shivering at this point so I turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, I brushed my hair back and squeezed the excess water out of it. I heard the door to the room open and slowly shut behind it. I peek out the door and see it was Dean, who was trying to sneak back in.

"Is he asleep?" I say, startling him.

"Jesus. You scared me."

"Sorry. Didn't expect you to be back so soon."

"Well, I got a little nervous and left."

"Dean Winchester getting nervous around a woman? Shocking." I leave the door open a crack and continue to dry myself off.

"It wasn't that. She has a kid, a kid that just turned 8."

"The last time you saw her was around then?"

"Yeah, and he's a splitting image of me."

I quickly imagine a young verizon of Dean, leather jacket, listens to rock, good with the ladies. I chuckle.

"Well, is he yours?"

"I don't know. I sort of freaked out and left."

"Did you find anything out about the deaths?"

"No. Not yet. I asked a few people that were there. Nothing much. I'll probably go back tomorrow with Sam, or you if you're up for it."

"Sounds like a plan."

"So, what did you guys do while I was gone?"

"Nothing, just had a few drinks and laid around."

"Hmmm, really?" Dean bends down and picks up a pair of my underwear, that were right beside his bed.

He dangles them there for a moment before tossing them to me. I hold out my hand and catch them, throwing them into my bag. Dean stands there awkwardly, starting to clear his throat.

"Dean! It's none of your business."

"So, you guys-"

"Dean! What did I say?"

He just chuckles and falls back into his bed, sprawling out on the sheets.

"I can't be proud of my brother finally having a normal healthy relationship? All of his girlfriends end up being psycho or dead."

"Yeah I know. He told me. Makes me nervous, so thanks for bringing it back up!"

"You're safe with us. Trust me. But seriously, how was it?"

"I will literally come out there and kill you myself."

Another chuckle comes from Dean's mouth as I shut the door enough so he can't see in. I put on a pair of shorts and see Sam's hoodie in my bag, the one he had given me months ago. I throw it on, grabbing my bag and walking out of the bathroom. I set my bag on the table, seeing Dean had changed out of his jeans and was sitting in a pair of boxer shorts with a large t-shirt on. He had thrown the sheets around to cover half of his body and he was hugging the pillow beside him, laying on his side.

"Goodnight, Dean."

"Goodnight, virgin. Oh wait."

I walk over to him and smack the side of his face.

"Ouch. Bitch."

"Watch yourself. I'm serious. Go to bed."

I slip my body under the covers next to Sam and face him. He was long asleep, looking peaceful like he always did. His hair was wet with sweat. I pulled it out of his face and he moves slightly. I lay close to him, pulling the sheets up. I'm sure Dean saw his clothes on the floor, and he had found my underwear. I wasn't embarrassed or anything but it should've stayed a private moment. It's not like Dean would go off and tell anyone anyways. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

A/N: sorry for the boring chapter, just a filler chapter. hope you are enjoying this story!!