The night is quiet outside the dormitories, you and Sam went to bed immediately after a long day of planning your next move. Surprisingly, all of your group agreed to go look for the Colt. Ever since they encountered the ghouls, no one really hesitates when you talk about the supernatural. You hope that things can continue that way, otherwise, it's gonna be a lot harder to defeat Lucifer with mistrust and disbelief.

On the right side of the bed, Sam is leaning on the headboard with a book perched on his lap. The title says something about magical enhancers. When you asked about it, he called it light reading before bed. You decided not to tease him about it and accepted his nerdy response. You are reading a book of your own. This one is about mythical creatures in the times before God. You borrowed it from Sam to expand your knowledge of the supernatural. You already know some things from your previous research through past years, but having in your hands a more accurate version is not something you're going to pass. However, the thoughts in your head make it difficult to concentrate on the written word.

Sam's dream with Lucifer keeps coming back to your mind. You can't help to think that it cannot be a coincidence for the phenomenon to happen the same day you were attacked by Shane and the demon inside of him. Why would Sam dream about Lucifer now after years of being radio silent on his part? Besides, if he sent the demon over, he must've had an idea where you could be. Is the Devil closer than you think? This not only means that you are in more danger than before, but also that the possibility of fighting him is more real now.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" You murmur in the quiet room.

Sam stops his reading to look back at you. His smile is sincere. "Of course, and you can tell me anything too."

"That's- that is not what I mean," you let out an exasperated sigh. The crease between his brows prompts you to explain further. "Your dream about Lucifer, you don't have to hide those things away for me, or from your brother." You can't contain the accusatory tone in your voice. "It could've been something more dangerous than a silly dream, you know? What if he were to track us down with that connection?"

"He can't," Sam answers quickly. "It's not the first time he's done it. We have guarding hex bags all the time with us and the rest of the group."

"You do?" You're shocked by the revelation.

"Yeah," he has the decency to look slightly ashamed. "We didn't tell everyone, but they are hidden... It's from all of our protection."

"No, no, I get it, but it's still not cool to put a hex bag into someone's belongings without consent. But, ah, that doesn't matter, just know that I'm here for you whatever you need."

His eyes shine with something akin to tenderness. "I know, baby, and I'm here for you as well."

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring his lips closer to yours, they meet in a tender kiss. Sam's touches are soft and without a rush in the world, as if he wants to savor every moment of it. You feel on cloud nine when he parts from you. You admire his face up close, he has those big, hazel eyes, lips swollen and moist from your kiss. There's a resolution in your mind to do something you've both been waiting for, probably since the first moment you met. You pull him by the collar of his shirt, and this time your mouths brush rougher than before.

He takes the book from your lap and, along with his, shoves them to the floor. They fall with a tud, you barely notice. Sam climbs on top of you easily, his arms supporting all of his weight to prevent him from crushing you. Your hands around his neck travel downwards to his muscular chest sensually. He sighs at your lips contently. Mouths dance with mouths, and you suddenly feel the tip of his tongue tracing your bottom lip, your grant entrance by opening your mouth in a silent moan. He doesn't think twice and attacks your feverish tongue. He's a very good kisser because you get so lost in the feeling, that you don't realize that his hand has left his position until you feel him squeeze your waist. Sam's touch lingers over the fabric for a moment before he decides it's not enough and slides it to your naked stomach. His hands are warm and comforting, just like you always knew they'd be. With one arm surrounding his neck, you bring him closer, with the other, you decide to explore the firm abs that are only covered by a thin shirt.

These days, the weather is hot enough for you to wish you could sleep in only your underwear. Of course, you don't, instead, you have an old shirt and some shorts. Sam follows your example. You wonder if he keeps his undershirt on because of what happened the last time you saw him without it. You had been so nervous seeing his muscular chest, that you almost tripped with your own feet. Your thoughts threaten to take you into an embarrassing memory, but that gets wiped away by Sam's mouth descending from your chin to your neck. His kisses are hard and wet. When he reaches your collarbone, he sucks the tender flesh.

"Are you really leaving in a hickey on me?" You ask breathlessly. His only response is a deep chuckle coming from his throat. The sound is masculine and laced with desire.

He continues to assault your neck with kisses as his hand travels up to your naked breast. A memory of Shane doing the same threatens to break into the surface. Nevertheless, Sam's starch touch is nothing like the demon's, and any other thoughts besides him leave your mind when his thumb makes contact with your nipple. You moan quietly and, craving connection, you bring Sam's slips back to yours. He kisses you eagerly and without complaint, even when you grip harshly at his brown mane. Actually, he seems to like it, if the renewed caresses to your chest are any indication.

When he pulls at your nipple for the third time, you squirm from under him, eager to take your shirt off. Sam must understand what's happening because he helps you by pulling it over your head in a swift motion. However, he doesn't stop there because he takes the opportunity to also get rid of his own. The clothes quickly lay forgotten on the ground. Before he kisses you again, he takes a moment to admire your semi-naked beauty. From the way his eyes darken with desire, you guess he likes what he sees. He lowers himself again and your chests connect. The feeling of his naked skin in contact with yours makes you rub involuntarily against him.

Sam groans in approval, "you're going to drive me crazy." He doesn't let you respond, diving back to kiss your cleavage.

His tongue travels from the valley between your breasts to the one on the right. Instantly, Sam's warm mouth attaches to your sensitive bundle, lapping and biting softly the tender flesh. Your other tit isn't left unattended because your boyfriend brings his rough hand to it, expert fingers doing wonders.

This is the first time he has touched you like this. When you live in an apocalypse, there's barely time or privacy to be with your lover. Back at the prison, there were some spots that you knew Glenn and Maggie would sneak into. Not that you ever caught them doing anything, but you would eventually hear it for an abashed Glenn. However, back at the prison, you weren't exactly dating Sam yet. It was precisely the moment where everything went south when you decided to confess your feelings for each other. Then the governor came, and then more shit happened after that. So, the arrival on campus is the first time you've had the opportunity to be somewhat more intimate with Sam. That didn't stop, though, the heated glances you would share before, every chance you got. Now, feeling his caresses through your body makes you realize that you've missed something you haven't had earlier. He has barely touched you, and you are already wet in anticipation.

Once he's done torturing your tits, he brings his lips back to yours in a bruising kiss. The hand on your breast travel south, and your heart pounds in anticipation once you feel it sneak into your shorts. You moan louder when his expert fingers caress sensually over your soft folds. One of your hands grips at his shoulder to bring him closer to you, his chest brushing yours. It's been a while since the last time you've had sex, so it's no wonder why your pussy is so wet. His digits slide through your folds effortlessly, consciously avoiding your clit. Even so, Sam has a hard time swallowing your moans between kisses. His own throat utters one when you whisper his name in desire. This is the encouragement he was hoping for because he slides one finger inside of you while his thumb circles your bundle of nerves. You arch your back towards him in a mixture of pleasure and pain. There's a sharp, uncomfortable feeling from the way his finger stretches your walls. Yes, it's been a while. However, as he continues to pound inside you and play with your clit, you start to relax at the invasion.

"Yes, that's it, honey," he murmurs against your lips as he adds another finger. "God, you make the prettiest noises." The praise has you whimpering.

You can safely say that this is one of the moments you've been waiting for since the first time you laid eyes on Sam Winchester. Even all those years ago, while you were technically still with Ray, you knew that this man was going to be more than just an acquaintance. And when you saw him again after all that time, at the supply run with Glenn, you knew that destiny had given you another opportunity with the hunter. Right now, as his fingers expertly touch the most intimate part of you, all you can think about is how happy you are to be in your lover's embrace. How full you feel by his fingers inside of you, and how your heart is about to burst from hearing the sweet words murmured into your ear. He wants you to be ready for him, for when he decides to take you to the most amazing orgasm of your life.

When he adds a third finger, you can almost see the stars underneath your eyelids. "Sam- I'm- close."

He moans in approval, "I know baby, come for me."

His mouth comes back to yours as his hand starts working with renewed energy, fingers in and out of you at a nearly fierce pace, your clit swollen by the stimulation. Your other hand is fisting his hair, and when a deep growl leaves his lips, you trip over the edge. Your high comes strong and unforgiving. You feel like screaming his name, but instead, you bite your lip hard to prevent others from hearing the sinful sound dying to come out. He helps you ride out your orgasm, fingers never stopping their ministrations, lips unwavering on your collarbone. By the time you come from your high, your breath is labored. Sam has positioned himself at your side on the bed. He's looking at you with a tender gaze that melts your insides.

The recent activities plus the way he's staring makes you forget how to even speak. The only thing you can muster is a faint smile on his way. He grins in return.

"This is a good look on you," his raspy voice does nothing but expand your desire for him. Nevertheless, you still managed to snicker at his dorky flirting.

You don't stop to think as you say your next words, "well, you'd look even better with those shorts off." Sam's eyebrows raise to his hairline in amazement, you don't even try to backtrack your words. Instead, you flush crimson.

"Is that so?" You don't miss the teasing melody in his tone. "If the lady says so, then it must be true." Sam has never been overly confident when it comes to women, but maybe because you're already half-naked he doesn't hesitate to make the next move. In a swift motion, he kneels on the bed and takes his shorts -along with his boxers- off. The clothing is discarded somewhere with the rest of your mess. Without anything else shielding Sam's body from you, you can now truly appreciate his nakedness. And, God, you take your sweet time.

His broad shoulders are tanned and inviting. You glance down to his forearm and remember yourself being wrapped into those beautiful muscles. Then, there are also those big, expert hands that made you come faster than you would've thought. And, of course, his chest is a sight to behold. He's muscled all over, but not in an exaggerated way. There's a clear six-pack on his abs, which you are dying to touch. His chest ends in the sharp V line of his pelvis. When you lower your gaze even more, you can now fully see how happy he is. You've seen a fair amount of penises through your life, and Sam Winchester's is probably the prettiest. True, maybe that's not an adjective you would use to describe a cock, but it is what it is. The appendix is long and on the thick side. The color is a pretty shade of pink, and you can notice that he's not completely shaved, the hairs are small and brown, and you don't mind one bit. You almost salivate at the thought of tasting that pretty dick. Sam's fully erect now, and his cock twitches when he notices you staring at it. You can't help it when you reach out and wrap it in one hand. He moans loudly, but before you can start jerking him off, he stops you with a hand on your own.

He moans your name when you don't remove your holds. "Not today, I'm close just by looking at you." He is almost embarrassed as he confesses. Then he explains: "it's been a while since last time I..." You know what he means. "I want to come inside of you."

You don't have it in your heart to tell him no, so you simply nod and remove your hand from his member. While he goes to grab a condom from God knows where, you hurry to take off your shorts and underwear. Your panties are wet with arousal yet again. You position yourself back into the bed and your boyfriend climbs on top of you. Just like you did, his eyes scan your whole body in a hungry gaze, lingering on your pussy. Sam Winchester has looked at you in different ways over the time you've known him. However, you're not sure whether he's ever looked at you the way he is now; like a starved man about to devour his first meal. There's also something loving in the way his eyes returned to you as he places the condom on his member. Once everything is settled, he positions himself at your entrance.

"Ready?" He asks softly and that's how you know that if you were ever to tell him that you're not ready, or that you've changed your mind, he would stop. Right now, though, that's the last thing you want.

"Yeah," you exhale in anticipation. He doesn't hesitate after that.

Slowly, he starts pushing into your entrance inch by inch. Your head rolls back, trying to contain the pain and pleasure. You don't look away from his eyes as you start to become one. It feels... amazing. Once he's fully inside of you, he rests his sweaty forehead against yours. His hands intertwined with yours at the side of your head. He's panting above you, and you're sure Sam is trying to control himself from pounding in and out of you.

You're not sure how long he stays still, waiting for you to adjust to his width. It's obviously not as uncomfortable as it was your first time, but it's been a while since the last time you've had sex, and it's expected of you to need some time.

Once the pleasure takes over the pain, you nod for Sam to continue. He doesn't need you to tell him twice, as he starts to move in and out of you. The contact is uncoordinated and sloppy at first. He's trying to find the right rhythm in which you both can have the most pleasure. You hook your legs around his waist to bring him closer. The action rips a moan out of Sam's throat. His movements take a faster pace from then on.

One of his hands grabs your ass to dive in you deeper while the other one supports his whole weight. The strength of his fingers in your bare flesh is bruising and hot. You keep moaning his name like a prayer. Your right hand clinging to his shoulder. Maybe, in the morning, you're going to find crescent marks on his back from your nails. For now, he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest bit. After one particular trust, you lower your left hand to your clit and start rubbing furiously.

"Yes baby, you're so tight on my cock, just like that." The filthy encouragement brings you closer to relief.

"Sam- Sam-" On the tip of your tongue are words you cannot bring yourself to utter, even though you feel them deeply.

He changes angle. You can feel your peak nearing sooner than you would've liked. Sam must as well because he slips his tongue down your throat. He's groaning loud, and you are thankful your bedroom is in the farthest corner from the rest. It would be too embarrassing to face everyone else if they're hearing what's happening right now.

Sam parts from your lips and murmurs your name with such delicacy, and that is the final push you need to tip over the edge. You groan loudly as your walls clench around him in an ecstasy of the high he has provided. Sam only needs a couple more thrusts to follow you as well. His orgasm is as strong as yours; he can barely keep himself from collapsing and crushing you under his weight. The delicious look on his face as he cums is everything you ever wished to see. Your name is like a prayer on his lips.

Once he has spilled all of his seed on the condom, he falls on his back, bringing you atop him. You're still connected by his softening member inside of you.

"God, you're perfect." You chuckle at his words, caressing the side of his abdomen.

You'd be lying if you were to say that Sam Winchester is everything you imagine him being because he's much more than that. You've fallen hard, deep, and above all, you don't mind one bit.