Unexpected Twists (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter 17 - Cloud Nine

I AM SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING UGH IM A HORRIBLE PERSON.

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I wake up the next morning with my head in someone's lap and my brown hair plastered to my face. There's a pounding in my head and a growing feeling of regret in my gut, or maybe that's just queasiness. 

"Ugh, I am never drinking again." I drag myself into a sitting position. "Whoa." I sway for a second, holding my head.

It turns out it was Sam's lap I just raised my head from, and the hunter let's out a chuckle . "That's what we all say." He teases me. 

"I'm technically not even allowed to drink. I'm only nineteen." I shake my head, scolding myself for my terrible decisions. 

Shit, I don't even remember half of last night. I killed a vampire, that much I know. And then Sam and I went to some bar and two beers later Dean joined us, smelling of smoke. I vaguely recall noticing that Dean's hair was suspiciously mussed up, like someone had been running their fingers through it.  I have some blurry memories of loud rock music, a laughing Dean leaning on a trench coated angel, and the taste of Sam's lips on mine. 

Dean's voice calls from the driver's seat. Wait, the driver's seat? I shake my head and realize far later than I should have that the reason I woke up with my head in Sam's lap is because we're in the back seat of the Impala. We're somewhere on the highway, and it looks like we're pretty far from the motel 

"Any person who deals with monsters deserves to drink whenever they want, who gives a rat's ass how old they are. You've earned the relaxation." Dean let's out a laugh, slightly devoid of humor. 

Sam grunts his agreement before I turn to him with a questioning look. "Why are we in the car?" I ask simply. 

He let's out a laugh, slightly throwing his head back. "I was wondering when you would mention that."

I feel my cheeks turn pink with slight embarrassment and I shrug. Hey, I'm hungover, give me a break. 

Sam smirks at the blush spreading across my face. "You're cute when you blush." He says.

A small giggle bubbles out of me before I clap my hand to my mouth, the rosy pink on my cheeks only getting redder. 

"Bleh!" Dean makes a disgusted sound from the front seat and rolls his eyes in the rear view mirror. I see his eyes sparkle and his tone is light and teasing. 

In a burst of child-like humor, I stick my tongue out at the man in the front seat who's become like an older brother to me. 

I turn serious though, when I look at Sam and see that his expression has turned some what somber. "In answer to your question, we had to leave pretty much in the middle of the night last night. Dean met up with us at the bar and Cas was with him. There were some guys snooping around that warehouse and Dean nearly ran into them after dealing with Miles. Cas told us it was probably better for us to leave right away, just in case." Sam explains. I notice Dean shift a little when Sam mentions Cas. I have a feeling the Dean and the angel had a little meet up of their own before coming to the bar...

I don't say anything about it out loud though. I just nod my head in agreement. "Probably a smart decision. Where are Jo and Charlie?"

"Up there." Dean chuckles, nodding his head towards Jo's truck, a few cars in front of us.

"We'll be back to the bunker in a few hours. Jo's going to stay with us there, instead of going back to the Roadhouse. She already called Ellen and let her know." Sam adds. 

"I don't think she wanted to leave Charlie." Dean mentions with a small smile, he looks genuinely happy for the two girls and their relationship.

My lips twist into a small smile and I turn my head to look at Sam, he returns my smile with one of his own and he slips his hand into mine. His calloused palms and fingertips still manage to feel soft against mine as our skin brushes together.

With a glance towards his brother in the front seat, Sam leans over to me and plants a soft kiss on my lips. I can tell by that kiss that he's thinking the same thing as me; we both know how Jo feels. We would never want to leave each other, just like Jo doesn't want to leave Charlie.

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Two Led Zeppelin albums later, we're home. Home, that's what the bunker has become. It's where I'd like to always come back to, with Sam by my side. This place is where my life finally began, and I don't think I'll ever love another place more. 

I had only just flung my lone backpack down on my bed when Sam slipped past the partly closed door into my room. I turn and grin at him, "Hey, babe. What's up?" I ask him curiously. 

The only response I get is a playful smirk and sparkling eyes. He saunters over to me and slips one hand on my waist while the other travels up to hold behind my neck. For a second, I stand bewildered; but then he grins and leans down bringing his lips just an inch from mine. My knees go weak and my cheeks flush as I feel his warm breath on my mouth. His brown haired head lowers the last inch and he kisses me so deeply and lovingly that it takes my breath away. Sam Winchester never fails to surprise me with his unexpected acts. He breaks away slowly, still holding onto me, more closely than before and my arms wind around his waist. 

I let out a gust of air, almost in a gasp. "What was that for?" I ask him, studying his face curiously. 

He shrugs and smiles that playful smile that's beginning to drive me insane. "I've been wanting to do that since you fell asleep on me at the bar and I carried you to the Impala. You're beautiful when you're asleep, you know that? And you're beautiful when you blush." He adds the last part with a chuckle as he sees the crimson blush spreading across my cheeks once again. 

I laugh and hide my face against his chest, shaking my head like I don't believe him. And I don't, to be honest. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I guess I've never had a very good relationship now that I think about it. Sure, I've had boyfriends, but I've never loved any one of them like I love Sam. And I do love him, with all my heart. 

"Jocelyn." Sam whispers softly against my ear. "Look at me?"

I lift my head from his chest and smile at him, my eyes sparkling. His eyes hold my gaze as he continues, "You are beautiful Joce. You should know that. And you should also know that- that I... that I love you." His voices lowers on those last view words and catches a bit, like he isn't used to saying them.

A rush of air flows out of me and suddenly I feel lighter than a feather, like I could fly away and take him with me, this boy who loves me. 

And whom I love as well. 

"Sam." I breathe out. I stand on my toes and reach my hand up to the back of his head, bringing him down to me and kissing him like he kissed me just a few minutes earlier. "Sam, I love you too." 

The laugh that sounds from this man in front of me is a happier one than any laugh I've heard before. His grin is ecstatic as he grips my waist, twirling me around in a circle, before placing me back on my feet and planting another quick kiss on my lips. 

He seems to glance around my room then, a room that's void of anything personal, and notices the bag, full of my few belongings. 

"Joce," He says mischievously. "Get ready to go, babe. I'm taking you shopping."

And with that, he practically glides out of the room like he's floating on a cloud and I'm left with a stupid, giddy grin on my face. I'll tell you, I definitely feel like I'm on a cloud. I'm on cloud nine and I don't ever want to come back down. 

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OKAY HERE I'M UPDATING SORRY IT'S SO LATE AND PROBABLY CRAPPY.  I wanted this to be much longer but it's 10:00 and I have school tomorrow so this is kind of a rushed update and I will apologize ahead of time for any grammar mistakes. I'll fix them later.

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