Moving On and Letting Go

Chapter 1

Light filtered in through the blinds of our bedroom windows, shining in my eyes as I woke. I pulled the blanket tighter across my chest and up over my face, blocking the lights as I turned over and snuggled into the body beside me. His arm wrapped around me subconsciously as he slept, but I soon leaned up, kissing his cheek, then his nose, then his lips. He was smiling now, and I grinned back as his eyes fluttered open. He turned towards me, pulling me in close until he could kiss me properly.

"Good morning" he laughed.

"Morning Sammy" he playfully glared at me for that, and before I knew it, I was on my back with Sam above me, his fingers dancing across my stomach and sides. I laughed as he tickled me, and only when I promised to never call him Sammy again, did he stop. He hovered above me, lips soon descending on mine. When he pulled back, he pecked my nose.

"We have to get up. We're meeting the transfer students today remember?" I shook my head, hugging him close as he laughed.

"I know, but we have too." I sighed, looking up and pouting.

"You owe me. This was supposed to be my day off." Sam smirked, kissing me again before getting up and heading towards the shower. I sighed deeply, laying on the bed as I smiled. Sam was the most amazing person I had met. He was kind, loyal, honest, respectful, he wasn't selfish. He seemed to be perfect. I smiled stupidly as I remembered the first day I met him.

Flashback-

It had been my first day at Stanford University. Of course I was lost, unable to find my classes. Instead I stood like an idiot, trailing up and down hallways looking for the same room over and over again. I was going to be late. Just as I'd finally resigned to just go ask someone, I received a tap on my shoulder. I turned abruptly, practically losing all thought as I took in the man before me. The first thing I noticed was how tall he was. He was at least 6'2. I barely passed 5'3. He had kind hazel eyes, long chestnut hair that hung to his ears, a sweet smile and angular features. And based on the look of his arms in that t-shirt, damn, he was ripped.

"Hi, can I help you?" He laughed in amusement at my late retort but grinned at me nonetheless.

"You look lost. Need help finding your next class?" I bit my lip in uncertainty, not sure if I should trust this seemingly perfect stranger. I looked at his face, and practically felt myself melt. Those eyes of his were now wide and pleading, making him look like a kicked puppy, and I knew I'd given in.

"Yeah, sure, that'd be nice." He grinned widely at that.

"Cool, so what class are you looking for?"

"Administrative Law"

"We have the same class, follow me." He led me off in the opposite direction, and I found myself practically running to keep up with his large strides.

"So, sophomore I'm guessing?" I tried to make conversation as we walked, and he shook his head.

"Freshman actually. I got here a week early to find everything." I smiled innocently.

"So. Smart and handsome. What did you say your name was again?" He looked down at me in amusement at my shameless flirting before he shook his head and grinned.

"I didn't, but it's Sam, Sam Winchester."

It hadn't taken us long to become close friends, practically attached at the hip. Where one of us was, you'd always find the other. After about six months I noticed how his touch would linger on me for too long to be appropriate for friends, or how increasingly protective he became. And soon, we began a relationship, and it had been the best year of my life.