Sam Winchester:: Can't Stand Alone Anymore

Sam Winchester

AUTHORS NOTE: Okay yes I know this is a little unrealistic but I mean come on. its the Supernatural! Deal with it. In this form Mick is not a cool dude.

Her feet padded against the concrete below her. She saw him look up as she entered the room behind him.
"Milo?" He asked in a soft voice he hadn't used in quite awhile. They were in the bunker, just coming back from a hunt that was rather gruesome. Dean was in front of them, covered from head to toe in blood and ghoul. Dean had sat down at the table and Sam winced, but ignored it for now.
Milo looked over at the love of her life, silently wishing she could stop time for the two of them to just have a moment of peace. Sam's eyes were soft and she could tell he was regretting something.
She slowly walked over to him, grabbing his grimy hand in hers. He easily pulled her closer, his tall body pulling her small frame into him. Dean had left to get in the shower, leaving Sam and Milo alone in the second floor of the Library.
The last hunt had been.... tough to say the least. Sam, keeping his hand tightly laced into hers, sat down in one of the round table chairs, pulling her down into his lap. They didn't notice the blood wiping off on each other, no all they cared about was being close to the other. Knowing the other one was living, breathing, was plenty for them to regain their composure.
"'M sorry, Love." She whispered, tracing small circles into his palm. Her eyes were hung down in shame but he was not having it. He grabbed her chin ever so gently and raised it until her eyes met his.
"Don't."
He was a man of few words when there were emotions swirling inside of him. Sometimes she thought he would forget how to breathe if that was possible.
"Milo?" Sam whispered again. He loved to play her name on the tip of his tongue.
Milo didn't say a word more except shift on his knee, and tuck her nose into the small crevice of his neck.
They stayed like that for multiple minutes, just thinking. Just breathing. Remembering they were alive.
Sometimes they'd get so caught up on the life they lived, they would forget they were human.
That's when his phone had to ring. Of course.
Because they couldn't have a moment. No that was to pure for them. An ex-blood junkie who had saved the world more times than she could count on her fingers, and a self-loathing army brat, that often wondered if she did more bad then good.
Sam shifted Milo slightly to the left, embracing the feeling of her so close to him, and dug into his pocket for the buzzing machine.
He checked the message and saw that Mick had sent them a new mission, but wanted them to come to the Headquarters.
They were still new to the British Men Of Letters and by no means did they trust any of the people working there. But Sam had convinced them. Maybe this was bigger than themselves. What would a world look like with no monsters?
Sam sighed, closing his eyes. Milo continued to trace his hand, trying to match her racing heart to his steady beat.
"They have another one. Want us to come to them first." He mumbled.
"Okay." Was all she could say before pulling away.
She looked into his eyes, knowing he needed a reason to keep going. "We'll do this. We'll get the job done, like we always do. Because... because if we don't, who will?"
Sam couldn't help the small smirk of a smile from gracing his lips. "Have I told you how much I love you?" He said slowly and smoothly, thinking out every word carefully.
Milo couldn't help the blush he could still pull out of her, even after all those years together.
He smirked a cocky look and she rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She mumbled to him, slowly getting up and stretching.
"I didn't say anything." He laughed, poking her in the stomach as she stretched. She glared and shooed his hand away, which only resulted in a small chuckle.
Dean couldn't help but smile, as he stood in the door frame, after his quick shower.
They would be the ones to make it, he mused, he guaranteed it.

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"He's late." Dean groaned. "I'm done forget this." He said slamming his hand down on the table and leaving the HQ room. Well tried to.
"Dean hold up-" his brother called to him, just as the Mick walked in.
"Sorry for the late entry." He said in his overly confident British accent. "Meeting ran late."
"Course it did." Milo muttered rolling her eyes. She caught Sam's warning glance and remembered why they were there. 'For the greater good' she reminded herself. 'that and nothing more'
"We have a werewolf speculation. A girl in the hospital, survivor. A boy dead and heart ripped out."
"Definitely sounds like our kinda thing." Sam commented.
Mick smirked. "Of course it is. We do-"
"Alright let's keep on track here." Dean griped, "Dont need any of this glory crap about your organization."
"Right. Of course."
Mick continued to show them the case, Milo beginning to get bored at the long discussion of the same facts. They already know silver takes them down, they already know they eat hearts.
"Okay let's head out." Dean finally said, cutting off Mick mid-rant.
Nodding Mick began to leave with them. "I'm coming, you realize?"
"Hell no." Milo sternly said. "Hell no!" She repeated.
"You aren't in charge here, Princess." Mick said in a slightly flirty tone, only for her to glare back.
"Oh and you are?" She said taking a threatening step closer. "Last time I checked, Me, Sam and Mary saved your ass last week. You are in no position for demands."
Sam smirked, enjoying seeing his girlfriend fight her own battles. "She's got a point."
"Look," Mick concluded, "I won't be the weak one anymore. I have to learn sometime."
Milo grounded her teeth. She glanced at Sam and Dean who shrugged. Dean stood up straighter letting Milo know he was about to make the decision.
"Fine you can come. Sammy, your babysitting." He smirked and Milo groaned quietly.
Sam nodded but said nothing more.
Once they were starting to leave the room, Sam noticed Milo dragging behind. "You coming, babe?"
That rose a smile out of her like always. "Of course." She grabbed his belt loop and pulled him into her, kissing his cheek gently, before leaving out the door.
Sam shook his head with a smirk.
"You'll be the death of me."
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When it came to getting in the car, Sam found himself getting a little bit of green in his eyes. But said nothing. He reminded himself strictly, he does not get jealous.
Milo slid into the back seat and Mick joined her, Dean driving and Sam taking his traditional shotgun seat. Though he didn't miss the way she moved to the window as far from Mick as possible.
It was a good hour into the trip when she had finally drifted to sleep, Sam noticing immediately how her breath evened out. Dean caught Sam looking towards the back seat more than usual and smirked, knowing his brother too well. "You know, I'm the one with green eyes right, Sammy?" He said giving his partner a look.