Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 11

Waking up, I stretched my arms. I felt around the couch, feeling someone's skin under my touch. The entire day came flooding back. Oh, god, it was wonderful. It was the next morning. See how long that lasted? Haha, no. We just got like nine hours of sleep.

I heard a grumble from next to me, and I rolled slightly. Bringing the blanket down to the floor with me, Sam lay on the couch, fully awake.

"Ow." I grumbled, wrapping the blanket around myself.

Standing up, I looked at the couch. Sam was completely naked. I covered my eyes with my hand.

"Well, it's slightly chilly in here." He chuckled.

"You're funny." I said sarcastically.

Sam grabbed another blanket from the back if the couch. He wrapped it around his waist.

"I'm gonna go shower." He kissed the top of my head and went upstairs.

"I'll call Garth." I mumbled, "After I shower."

It was nice to know Bobby had more than one shower.

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After showering , I pulled on a pair of ripped shorts and a flowy tank top. With my hair still a mess, I pulled it into a side braid. God, this is more girly than I've been in a really long time. When I walked out of the bathroom, a sweet aroma of bacon, eggs, and pancakes flowed to my nostrils.

I looked to see shirtless Sammy flipping pancakes at a griddle. Awe, so sweet. Morning after breakfast. He knew a way to my heart. Food. I smiled, I guess I was really falling for Sam. I don't know though.

Yes, you are.

Shut it, Brain. You don't know me.

"Are you gonna grab a plate, or just stand there with that crazy 'I'm talking to myself in my brain' look?" Sam brought me out of my daze.

"Shaddup."

I grabbed a plate and sat across from Sam. I stabbed a piece of pancake, shoving it in my mouth. It actually tasted... Good. Without warning, I moaned at the wonderful taste.

Sam laughed, "You okay over there?"

"Oh my god... This is wonderful." I shoved more in my face.

When breakfast was done, I did the dishes... But Sam fought me for it, and ended up laying on the tile. I finished the dishes, and Sam still wasn't up. So, I made my hands wet, and sat next to him. I placed my cold, wet hands against his midsection. His eyes widened, and I moved my hands and flicked water in his face.

"Jerk!" He shouted, tackling me .

He caught me off guard, "Hey, I'm sorry you didn't expect what would happen." I smirked.

He pecked my lips, and pulled me up with him. Totally ruining the moment. I narrowed my eyes. I kissed his cheek, and went to grab a phone. My phone was still upstairs in my duffel bag. I swayed my hips a little too much, just to tease Sammy boy. What, it's fun.

I reached the stairs, and booked it. I could hear someone upstairs. It wasn't Sam... Who was it then.

I opened the door, but no one was there. I saw a note on the desk .

Two Days.

-C

He was still counting? Are you friggin' kidding me?

I crumpled up the note, tossing it across the room. I knew where the friggin' sword was, but I'm not letting a damn demon have it. Let alone the King of Hell! He'd have my head on a stick.