Hunters

Promises Promises

Smooth blankets that smell like detergent are what I wake to, rolled up in them like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Struggling slightly, I shove the comforter off of me and stand up off of the large bed. I sigh disappointedly, wanting to wake up to Sam next to me, but I kind of already knew that wouldn't happen. It would be better for Sam to come out of his own room in the morning, leaving Dean and Kevin unaware of the events of last night.

My bare feet pad across the room to the mahogany dresser that sits against the wall. There, in a folded stack, are my clothes. I smile at Sam's actions, taking it as a sign that he didn't leave because he was ashamed. He just didn't want Dean to know. I hold that idea close to me as I open my duffle that also sits on the dresser, satisfied, and pull out today's clothes.

A bra, panties, track shorts, and a blue t-shirt with some college team name on it will do. Yes, I had looked at colleges, but this was just over a year ago. When I was a junior, my parents took me to several campuses to observe what my life would be like in a few years. Oh, how times have changed. This isn't exactly where I planned to be after high school, but it was what I had to settle for in the current situation. I shoved the hurt far down, swallowing the disappointment every time it tried to choke me up. I should be grateful. This isn't bad, and at least I have someone. I have Sam, and that's all that matters.

Sighing, I carefully tuck my dirty clothes into the bottom drawer of the dresser, making a mental note to ask when I will be able to wash my laundry. I assume if Sam and Dean have been living here for three years, then they have a washer. But after all, you never know with boys. Luckily I can fall back on a roll of quarters and a laundromat if needed.

My wood door opens with a shriek, making me jump. I spin around and am met face to face with a tall, sleepy boy.

"G'morning," I laugh at my foolishness, turning to Sam. I smooth my hair, self-conscious, but give up. It wasn't that messy anyway. It was definitely far less messier than Sam's.

"Hey," he smiles, blushing and looking down. Sam scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, and I can tell he's embarrassed. For God's sake. A man who looks like him is embarrassed about talking to me after sex. Strange, yet adorable.

I giggle at Sam and finish putting away my clothes, approaching him. He looks up just in time for me to stand on my tip-toes and kiss his cheek. His scratchy face against my lips makes me smile, then I pull away and look down the hall. No one had been there to see the gesture, so I look back at Sam. His face burns a dark red, and a grin spreads across his lips. He honestly looks good enough to eat at the moment, with some black and red nike shorts on along with a red t-shirt that showed off his biceps so deliciously. The shirt fit snugly against his body, showing off his muscles. They flex when he messes with his hair absent-mindedly, and I can't help but notice how attractive it really is. I hadn't necessarily seen him in clothes different then the work ones. He looked like a normal 25 year old guy, younger maybe. As for his hair, it is wild to say in the least, being typical bed head. Sam's hair is curly and all over, obviously not combed. Some still hangs in his eyes slightly like usual, but it is mostly spread out in random directions.

"I um... Came to say Dean made breakfast if you want some. Kevin and I were just sitting down with pancakes... So yeah," Sam laughs nervously, spinning on his heel. I follow him down the hall and smile to myself at his actions. Last night he seemed so sure and passionate, but now he was embarrassed about it. It was... Kind of cute. No, it was really cute.

I enter the kitchen, the cold tile startling my feet that had been tucked in the covers all night long. Though the food smells heavenly in the kitchen, I proceed to ask Sam where the bathroom is. He points to an area just left of the kitchen and I follow his directions, turning the hall to see a door cracked open. Inside is a toilet, so I assume that is the room Sam was speaking of.