My World and Hers (a Sam Winchester love story)

Chapter 17: Women Complicate Stuff

A/N: My people! Okay, so as some of you may know, I'm working on a Dean Winchester story too. In this chapter, I'm not going to post the teaser yet because I'm still working on it, but I am going to give you a little taste of Dean's girl.

<Keira's POV>

I'm in a kitchen. Don't ask me how I got here, but I'm in a kitchen. There's a woman with her back to me, humming lightly. She's washing dishes, her raven dark hair falling down her back in long glossy locks.

"Hey mom, do you need help with that?" I ask, no longer in control of my body.

"Oh no, hun. Thanks though. I'm almost done. Where's your father?"

I shrug even though her back is to me.

I want to make myself grab her shoulder and turn her around. I want to see this person. I want to know who my mother is. I plead with her in my mind to turn around and just look at me so that I can figure out who she is and where I come from. She doesn't.

"I think he's out front talking to a-"

I don't finish because there's the sound of a gunshot and then an agonized scream. The plate in my mothers hand drops but I'm not in the kitchen anymore. I sprinting through a house I don't recognize, too fast to take it all in. I get to the front door before it bursts open.

A man is standing there. He's thin tall, completely bald. He's wearing a charcoal suit, spattered in blood. I gasp and step away from him.

"What are you doing?" I cry.

"Taking you home," he says and grabs me before I can jump out of his reach and throws me through the window.

"Keira, Keira wake up!"

It's Sam, his arm around me. I gasp clutching him. He shushes me, his thumb stroking my arm.

"What is it? What were you dreaming of?" he asks.

I sit up slowly, touching my wrist where the man took me.

"I-I don't know," I answer, trying to calm down.

"Nightmare?" he guesses but I shake my head.

He sits up as well. He's shirtless beside me, but it's because he got hurt tonight and he's letting the wound breathe. Believe me, I'm not complaining.

"I don't know what it was, but it felt real," I tell him, shaking out my hand.

"Alright, well, you're safe now," he murmurs, hugging me.

I relax slightly against him.

"Go back to bed," he says, squeezing my shoulder, "it'll be better in the morning."

I nod and lay back down, snuggling up his chest with my head under his chin, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Goodnight Keira," he mumers, his voice rumbling in his chest.

"Goodnight Sammy."

<Sam's POV>

Keira sleeps the rest of the night peacefully. The next morning, I'm up before her, as always. I try to extricate myself without waking her, but it's a futile effort.

"Sorry," I say as she blinks awake, "I was trying not to wake you."

She yawns and sits up, crossing her legs and stretching.

"Nah, it's alright. I don't mind being up early. I'll start the coffee," she says with a sleepy smile.

I squeeze her hand and get to my feet. We haven't had sex yet. Both because we haven't found the right time or we just don't have any. It's not as if that's all I want, of course. I love Keira. But I definitely wouldn't be opposed to it.