falling like the stars, sam winchester [ 3 ]

003. not the same

Miranda walks into the lobby of the hotel she agreed to meet Sam at. She reluctantly left the two kids with Bobby, not wanting them around a case. She's still not super fond of Bobby or Sam, but he is good with babysitting the kids.

She gets to the elevator, stopping when a woman walks out. Miranda politely smiles, glancing at the money in the woman's hand. Miranda steps into the elevator, pressing the number that Sam said he was on.

She gets to Sam's room and knocks on the door, Sam soon opening it, shirtless and sweaty.

"H-hi. Um..." Miranda frowns.

"I was working out." Sam says.

"In jeans?" She asks. "Psycho." She mumbles, walking into the room. Sam chuckles, shutting the door behind her.

"No kids?" He asks.

"Yeah, well... rather leave them safe with Bobby than near a potential monster or whatever it is you think you found." Miranda says, looking around the room. She turns around, jumping back when Sam is right there. Sam smirks a little at her reaction. "What are you doing?" She asks when he moves even closer.

"You realize we haven't had sex in a year, right? You gotta be missing it at least somewhat." Sam remarks.

"Yeah? Have you had sex during your secret year?" She questions.

"No." Sam shakes his head.

"Wait, really?" She asks.

"Really. Just... didn't feel right." He says. "We got a while until Dean gets here. We don't have to stop after one round."

"We do if I wanna stay awake for the rest of the day." Miranda remarks making Sam laugh. He leans down, immediately sucking on her neck.

"I'm still, like, really pissed at you." Miranda says, moaning when he hits her sweet spot.

"Hate sex is one of the best kinds." Sam whispers, smashing his lips against hers, the two falling onto the unmade bed.

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Miranda and Sam are leaning against his car and reading through reports. Dean drives up in the Impala and gets out while on the phone.

"Ben... I know you're lying. Because I lie professionally, that's how. Now tell your mom that you broke the damn thing and take it like a man. Okay? Okay." He hangs up.

"Wow." Sam says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"You. Molding the minds of tomorrow. Who knew?" Sam comments.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Dean says.

"That kid's fucked." Miranda comments.

"Shut up." Dean tells her.

"How'd it go?" Sam asks.

"With?" Dean asks.

"You and Lisa. How'd she take it when you bailed?"

"Shockingly cool, actually."

"Better for everybody."

"Yeah, I suppose. Still driving the plastic piece of shit, huh?"

"What's your mileage again?"

"Shut up."

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"Officer Gerald Hatch, 17 year veteran, found dead in the ready room three days ago." Sam says.

"Whoa. somebody was overhydrated." Dean says.

"Basically, yeah. The guy just... liquefied. Most of the meat, bones, dense tissues -- they just turned to blood." Sam says.