My World and Hers (a Sam Winchester love story)

Chapter 8: Satan is my Co-pilot

<Sam's POV>

I wake the next morning to somone decidedly feminine pressed up against my side on the floor. At first, I think it's Kristy, but then I wonder why we would be on the floor. I open my eyes, and instead see Keira, her head resting on my shoulder. I vaguely remember our exchange the night before, and allowing her to sleep with me.

"Aw," a voice says, "how cute. Sammy found a girlfriend. Does she know I rode your skin for a little while."

My breath stops and my heartbeat picks up as I recognize the voice. I bolt upright, uncermoniously knocking Keira off me. She wakes with a little 'yip' of surprise and reaches for the knife under her pillow, which obviously isn't there.

"Sam? What is it?" she asks.

I blink at the otherwise empty room. Dean is still asleep, snoring softly on one of the queen sized beds. Every since we stopped the Apocolypse, he's been sleeping better.

"Sorry, just...a really vivid nightmare."

Her hand gently touches my shoulder, and I turn back to look at her. Her hair is tousled and slightly tangled, but in a cute way. Her eyes are bright and full of empathy.

"I'll start a pot of coffee," she says, "you go get washed up."

Her tone leaves little room for argument, but I appreciate it, and with a nod, I get up and go to the bathroom.

"She's cute," Lucifer comments and I freeze again.

Slowly, I turn around to see him in the body he was occupying before mine. He's leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom, looking out at Keira, who's standing in her PJ's fiddling with the coffee pot. She's too focused on making it work to notice me and Lucifer staring at her. She mutter something under her breath and smacks the side. It sputters to life and she smiles and laughs in triumph.

"Did you screw her?" Lucifer asks.

I glare at him and quickly turn back to the sink and splash water on my face. Lucifer can't be alive. Kristena killed him. I saw it with my own eyes. So how is Lucifer here?

"Don't worry, I won't tell Dean," Lucifer tells me in a conspiratorial tone.

"Shut up," I mutter, hoping Keira won't hear me.

"Well that's rude," Lucifer says with humor, "especially after all the fun we had together."

"Go away," I mumble.

"No, I think I'll stick around, Sammy."

I swiftly vacate the bathroom and nearly run straight into Keira in my haste. Luckily, her reflexes have greatly improved the last few months and she quickly levels the steaming mug of coffee in her hands.

"I didn't know how you like it, so it's black, but there's creamer and sugar on the table. There should also be enough for me and Dean, so don't let him drink it all."

"Thanks," I say as I accept the mug.

She hands it to me with the same arm that was bitten by the roogaroo yesterday. It must have bled in the middle of the night, because I cen see red through the gauze.

"How's it feeling?" I ask, motioning to her arm.

She grimaces, playing with the bandage.

"It hurts, but I figured it would."

As much as I hate that Keira got hurt, if it weren't for her, Dean and I would have been in a world of trouble. We're lucky that she got us to bring her along on that hunt. She smiles at me slightly and slips past me, into the bathroom.