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Do you ever wake up and have no idea where you are or what happened for the last month? I do. For a good thirty seconds I laid with my head on Sam's chest and legs tangled together not daring to move. I was completely petrified. Then it all came back to me and I couldn't help but smile. Last night was pretty amazing. I'm sorry but I doubt a porn star could have outdone our performance, let alone make as much noise.

I laid there reminiscing and tracing the dark ink on Sam's chest that matched the light ink on my wrist and began tracing patterns elsewhere, humming the tune of Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult.

"Mmmmmmm.... Morning..." Sam muttered in a low morning voice that can only be equated to half baked Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, smooth and rich with little nuggets of wonderful that rolled out with the low sounds.

"He wakes!" I teased as I ceased tracing patterns on his chest.

"Thats what happens when people are done sleeping." He countered with a smile.

"I guess humming and tracing your tattoo didn't help either."

"Mmmhmmmm... I love that..." He told me still not having opened his eyes. I picked up my previous activity and though nothing was said for a long time I don't think I would have traded those moments for anything. It was peaceful, warm, comfortable, and most of all safe. I hadn't felt safe around a guy in a really long time. Sam practically radiated protection and comfort whenever I began to stress about something or panic. It was amazing.

"I don't know about you," Sam paused kissing the top if my head and sending a shot of electricity down my body, "but I could eat a horse."

"Agreed, but wouldn't that be like eating your cousin seeing how closely the moose and horse are related?" I teased propping myself up on my elbow and looking down at him.

"Not if you don't think about it." He said leaning up and landing a quick kiss on my lips before rolling out off bed.

He had a great body. Last night I acknowledged the fact and all but that was an in passing kind of acknowledgement. I was a little preoccupied. Now, however, I had the time to really appreciate him in all of his tanned, toned, large, muscular, beautiful glory. It was mesmerising really. His muscles rippled under his skin with the slightest movements and everything he did just screamed athletic (I can also vouch for his athleticism). I was a little disappointed when he donned a shirt and sweats but having him walk around the bunker in his birthday suit didn't seem like an option.

My lust inspired stupor was broken by a face full of cotton and a laugh from Sam.

"Show's over get dressed." He joked.

"Fine..." I sighed and unruffled the hunter green t-shirt he had thrown me. "I hope you know I'm keeping this." I informed him as he opened the door.

"You already have most of my t-shirts! What am I going to wear?" He protested without any real effort. I got the feeling he liked me wearing his clothes which was good because I quite enjoyed his shirts.

"You just stick to those plaid button ups Moose Man. They make you look more rugged." I instructed with a sly smile as I walked past him out the door and patted his chest. He rolled his eyes at me and followed me down the hall to the kitchen where I could smell something delicious cooking.

"There they are!" Dean exclaimed as we walked in, "Took you guys long enough!"

"To what? Get up?" I asked grabbing some coffee.

"HOOK up! Damn do you know how much more annoying sexual tension is when you aren't a part of it?" Deann complained as he stirred whatever the hell was in the giant wok he was hovering over. Sam and I just looked at each other in confusion and a little bit of embarrassment but when we looked back at Dean I almost suffocated from laughing so hard.