Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Twenty

Rolling. Rolling. Falling! "Ah!" I screeched as I fell from the bed and onto the carpet. Laughter erupted from the top, but I stayed on the floor, wallowing in my shame, face palming. "I hate you."

"You okay?" Sam looked over the edge at me, smiling like an idiot. His hair covering his face and his bed head almost as bad as mine some days.

"Yeah, great. Move over." I said and got back in bed. I pressed my face into his chest and breathed in the musk. It wasn't like Dean's. Less like sweat and cheap cologne, more like soap and upkeep on personal hygiene. He hugged my head and rested his chin on me. "What time is it?"

He moved a hand away and looked at his phone, "Almost 9."

"Hm." I stayed that way for what felt like years, but was really only a few minutes. I knew Sam was fully awake and was glad he'd stayed with me. My breath, being caught in a small area, started to make it warm and uncomfortable enveloped in him. What if? "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"You ever look over the ocean and just think: What if?" I smiled and teased his shirt; the soft cotton warm in my hand.

"What?" He asked, confused by the question.

I expected no less. "It's a joke a friend of mine made up. It doesn't really have a meaning or an answer." I grabbed his wrists and rolled on top of his gut. I placed them on my back, pulled the blanket up to my shoulders, and laid down on top of him. "Now I've got you trapped and you can't leave." I moved my knees from the sides of his ribs to the sides of his hips, so I could lay down flat.

"Kaylee." He said. I heard the smile in his voice.

"Yeah?" I think I know what's coming. I held onto his shoulders.

"You do realize I'm quite a bit bigger than you, right?"

"So?" The smile, that was already stupid, got worse.

He moved his arms to my upper back and lifted his knees, "You," he flipped us over so I was on my back and he was over top of me. Most, but not all, his weight crushing down on me. I like the pressure. "don't have me trapped anywhere."

Oh god, my grin! I tried to hide it, but soon forgot about it. He lowered his head and kissed my neck. The electric bolts jolting up and down my back, making me jump. The small hints of pain of a hickey hardly a hindrance. I didn't mean to, but a quiet moan slipped out and, regrettably, went straight into his ear. Let's hope he doesn't mention it. I slowly pressed myself up the two inches of space against him and felt as he lower slightly onto me. This is good. I wish this could be everyday.

His lips left my neck and moved to my mouth. This kiss was not the same as the other. It was heavy, and deep, and lustful. I appreciate a good kisser to no end and I am not disappointed. I lifted one of my knees and put a leg behind his lower back, pulling him in closer. He pulled apart for a moment to look at me, his lovely green eyes filled with a mix of compassion and heat and maybe a little sass. Mostly I think he was just looking for approval. I nodded just enough to say "okay" and he sat on his knees, hands on my sides. His thumbs found their way to the shirt met my skin at my hips and pushed my it up to my ribs, his fingers leaving trails, and my scar from the djinn being revealed.

Bang! Bang! "Sammy! Let's go get something to eat!" Dean yelled in.

Sam gave me an apologetic look, "Not now, Dean. You can go on your own." He called back.

There was a moment of silence, "You think you're moving a little fast?"

I am fine with this speed. But Sam gave me another look, this one filled with guilt. "Dean, just go get yourself something!" I yelled out.

"No, he's right." Sam told me, and pulled my shirt back down. He looked out to the door. "Be there in five." He yelled out to Dean, and I heard his footsteps walk down the stairs.

Well, that sucks. He got up, gathered his clothes, and got dressed in the bathroom. I took a turn and got dressed in the bathroom as well, also taking the time to fix the tangles in my hair and brush my teeth. Sam was waiting by the door for me, looking worried. How can a man so menacing, look so scared?

I picked up my jacket and put it on, "Ready?"

He looked around for a second and then said, "Yeah," quietly. Like he might hurt something fragile.

"I'm not mad at you, Sam. We're good." I opened the door for us, "Cmon." He followed me out and met up with Dean at the car. "Morning."

He nodded at me, "Morning." He climbed in the car with us shortly behind. He was quiet all the way to the diner. We sat at a two person table and added a chair. He found his tongue after we ordered, and discussed possible cases.

We left off the subject after a while when there were nothing else on the list, and joked about, telling old stories, "Yeah. My mom caught me drawing on the wall when I was little, so she walked up to me, and I looked her right in the eye and said, 'Don't spank me'. She had to leave the room to laugh." I smiled at the fond memory, drinking the rest of my orange juice and looking over to Sam, who was smiling toothily at me.

"Oh that's nice. Very professional." Dean said suddenly between bites of his burrito, sounding a bit mad and tense.

I looked back at him, confused, "What is?"

"That." He reached up and moved my collar away from the spot Sam had kissed my neck. Oh, right. Good times.

"Yeah, well, that was a lotta fun. Thanks for interrupting, by the way, Dean." I said. I can even taste the salt.

"Hey, if this whole this is about the guy in the bar." He put his hands up in defense.

"No, it's not." I saw a tiny glance at Sam and a hint of... Is that jealousy I see? I leaned back in my chair, "Dean, are you jealous?"

"What? No!" He put his hands down and pushed back his plate, "Why would I be, your like my sister. I'm just tryin to watch out for you."

"Alright, 'cause if you are," I took one of the remaining pieces of bacon off his plate and ate it, "you should tell me about it so we can work it out. Don't just bottle it up, like you usually do." He gave me a look like he was trying to figure me out, his eyebrows were scrunched together, and his mouth was left open just slightly. That's pretty cute actually. "What?"

"Nothing." He straightened out his back and looked out the window.