The Fall || supernatural

Chapter 5

After our reconciliation, Sam and I stayed in bed for a while. I lay on my side, now dressed in pajama shorts and a tank top, my head resting on Sam's chest. Everything seems perfect now; I have Sam, I have Dean. Sam brings his hand to my hair, brushing it out of my face. I look up at him, and he's staring at the ceiling, a smile resting on his face.

"Now, what're you all smiley about?" I prod at his stomach, giggling. His gaze goes to me and his smile widens.

"I have you back, it - it just seems so unreal." I hug him tighter and flip myself over, so that I'm straddling him. I quickly pull my hair up with an elastic and look at him. He smiles up at me and I smile back, leaning down capturing his lips with mine.

I feel him smile into the kiss, and I follow in suit. Sam sits up, meeting my embrace, pressing my body flush against his, as I bring my legs to wrap around his hips. Sam then pulls away, but before I could let out a whimper of protest, he starts to pepper kisses down my jaw, and neck. My hands automatically go to his hair as his lips graze my hot skin.

Before he brings his lips back to mine, he flips us over, so he's now hovering over me. His lips graze the spot where my jaw meets my neck and I gasp, a new feeling radiating over my body. I can practically feel his smirk as he realizes my weakness. He starts to Peck and suck at that spot, causing me to grip my hands on his back.

"S-sam" I breathe out. He continues to kiss my neck so I clear my throat. "Sam." He stops and looks up at me. "Lets... let's slow down, okay?" I swallow thickly. He nods, and moves from on top of me, my body feeling cold in the absence of his.

"Okay, El." He pecks my swollen lips once more. He sits up and makes his way to my side of the bed, and he pulls me up. We make our way down stairs and I'm met by a buzzed Dean.

"Wow, Deano, you aren't even drinking the strong stuff." I walk and grab the beer from his hands, I take a swig and hand it back.

"So I see you're back to your old self, kiddo."

"Dean, I'm literally Sam's age and you still call me kiddo?" He pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head. I pull back and smirk.

"Now, why don't we celebrate with some shots? I have an entire locked cupboard of the good stuff."

That night went on, I beat Dean at a line of shots of fireball, and started to get really hammered around 12 am.

Dean is a still little buzzed by then, but Sam had only had a few beers. I smile lazily at him as Dean heads to bed.

"Sammy," I slur out. "Come here!" He let's out a chuckle and sits by me.

"Remember what we did earlier?" I whisper drunkenly. His face flushes a bright red and he nods. "I liked it. It reminded me of when we were teenagers and *hic* your dad was on a hunt and D-Dean was on a date the night. 'Member?

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Sam was sitting at the table while I was sitting on the bed, both of us working on our chemistry homework. God, I hated it. I looked to him and his face was scrunched up, like he was upset about something. I cooked my head at him.

"Okay, what's got you all," I motion up and down his body, "kerfuffled?" He gives me a bitch face look and sighs. I squint at him until I realize.

"It's a girl, isn't it?" He gives me an incredulous look.

"What? A girl? Pft what makes you think-" I give him a pointed look. "It's a girl."

"What're you having problems with?" I push all of my books and notebooks into a pile, patting a spot on the bed for him to sit. He does so and starts to wring his hands.

"How do you talk to girls?" He mumbles.

"What do you mean?"

"How do I... I dunno, talk to them?"

"Well, be yourself. Don't try to act like someone your not." He looks at me with puppy dog eyes. "You're talking to me right now, and you're perfectly okay with it. Now what do you plan on doing with this girl?"

"I don't know," He mumbles. "I was gonna go over to her house. Her mom won't be home."

"Ah, so, kissing." His eyes widen as he looks at me.

"Kissing?! I've never kissed a girl!" Now it's my turn for my eyes to widen.

"Never?"

"Never."

I sigh and mull over the ways to help him. I look at him and sigh.

"I'm gonna help you."

"Really?" He says excitedly.

"But you have to be open to it." I scoot closer to him. He nods. "I'm going to help you learn how to kiss." He looks at me, as if he's thinking it over, and he nods again.

"Now, when it comes to the time, you need to look her in the eyes," He does what I say. "Maybe look at her lips for a sec." He does so, his eyes flicking down and back to mine. "Now, you can go for the waist," I bring his hands to my waist. "Or you could go for one hand on the waist, one hand on her cheek," I bring one hand to hold my face. "And then, you slowly lean in," He and I get closer and stop about a centimeter apart. "And finally you kiss." He nods and leans in, his hot breath fanning over my face. His lips meet mine and my hands go the hair at the back of his neck. Well, for never kissing a girl, he's pretty good at it.

He pulls away slowly and we're both left breathless. I glance at him and he grabs my face again and starts to kiss me, only this one much deeper than last time. He lays me back and in the midst of out make out session, Dean just had to walk in and he lets out a low whistle. We jump apart and I end up falling off the bed.

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I giggle as I think of the memory fondly. Sam chuckles and scoops me up, taking me to my bed. I nuzzle into the sheets, happy to be already changed for bed. Sam tucks me in and starts to leave but I stop him.

"Stay..." I mumble sleepily. And he does just that.

Authors Note

AH I'm sorry this is such a bad, chapter

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