“a dragon is no slave.”

YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.  

You thought as you dashed through the woods to get to the cabin that was practically glowing with the moonlight illuminating it. You paid no mind to the low-hanging branches from the desolate trees catching on your clothes and leaving minor cuts on your exposed skin. You could hear Dean’s harsh breaths in front of you as he ran ahead—they had mirrored your own as you followed close behind.  

Your heart was racing as you slowed down in front of the cabin, trying to rein in the warring emotions raging in your heart and head. You were surprised to have gotten a call from Dean—you and Sam had a fight a week ago.

It started off harmless at first, but the tension that you had thought dissipated when you first began dating Sam, and it started to grow taut like a rope fraying under the pressure. It turned into a tug of war between you and Sam—words turned sharp and began to cut into your skin, getting underneath it as easily as breathing. God, you hadn’t even been dating long, and somehow you had the biggest fight with someone you loved cared about. 

“I knew this would never work.” You had said, murmuring into the deafening silence that settled between you and Sam. 

Sam looked at you with wide eyes, his chest had heaved with a sharp breath. “What does that mean?” 

“Nothing–” You sighed, running a frustrated hand down your face. “I just—I told you I wasn’t good at relationships.” 

You remembered the feeling of Sam’s resigned stare at you as you stubbornly stared at the stained carpet of the motel room you were staying in. 

“Okay.” Sam said under his breath, grabbing his jacket and bag before leaving the room, the door closing gently, but you flinched like he had slammed it shut. 

You would have preferred it if he did.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pulled out your gun and followed Dean up the rickety steps of the cabin and onto the rotting wood of the porch. The sickening feeling rolling around your stomach was persistent as you trailed after Dean into the seemingly abandoned cabin. 

Dean called in a panic, saying that Sam had gone missing and told you to haul your ass over to where they were for backup. You didn’t know if Dean had known about your fight with Sam, or if he did and just didn’t care, needing an extra set of hands to help him since his usual partner in crime was gone. Either way, Dean was lucky that you were only a couple of towns over and you listened. Dean quickly debriefed you about the hunt they were on once you met him at the motel where they were staying. 

The floors creaked as you swept through the empty living space, eyes darting over the dark space, the light from the moon seeping through the small cracks of the roof. You breathed shallowly as you took careful steps through the old cabin. You heard a slight groan from the other room—your eyes met Dean’s in the dark, and he gestured that you’d follow behind him as he went through the hallway. 

Another groan rang out into the still air, louder than the last one, and as you reached the room at the end of the hall, you could hear labored breathing echoing throughout the space. You and Dean settled on either side of the door and waited for his signal. 

Dean looked at you with a hard face, the one he usually wore when he was on a hunt—he was focused and determined to save his brother. A jerk of his head, and the two of you barged into the room with a mission. 

Your eyes quickly swept the room for anything, werewolf, or Sam. You found both. Sam was propped up on the furthest wall, gun held loosely in his hand, and the werewolf dead on the floor in front of him. You barely registered the dead body before you went to Sam, pushing Dean slightly as you made your way towards your boyfriend. 

You quickly tucked your gun away as you fell to your knees, uncaring of the flash of pain soaring through your legs from the harsh impact of bone hitting wood. Your hands cupped his face, and he instinctively leaned into your warmth, recognizing the tenderness in your embrace. 

Sam sighed out your name, his eyes lidded as the pain slowly dulled from the back of his head. “You came to get me.” He said weakly, a small smile forming on his face. 

“Yeah, I did.” You forced your voice not to waver, trying to mirror his smile as you let the relief of finding him flood your body.

“I got the werewolf.” Sam breathed out, wanting to fall asleep in your arms. 

“I see that. You did a good job, baby.” Your words were slightly strained as you held his heavy head, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. 

Dean, let you have a moment with his brother before coming up behind you. “Get him to the car. I’ll clean up here.” He squeezed your shoulder before helping Sam sit up from the dusty floor of the cabin. 

You swung Sam’s arm around your shoulder, and he leaned into you the entire time you walked to the car. You stumbled a bit since Sam was clearly concussed and could barely walk. You eventually made it to the Impala, letting Sam rest on the chilled metal of the car as you fumbled with the keys to open the backseat and stuffed him into the back. 

Before he could duck his head into the car, he grabbed your wrist gently. “Can you sit with me?” Sam looked up at you with pleading eyes that were lined with pain and slight bewilderment. 

You swallowed hard before nodding. You knew that you had to keep Sam awake for some time before he could fall asleep. Sam sent you a smile before his entire body folded into the backseat of the Impala.

You followed after him, and somehow he was able to spread his body across the bench seat even though he was too tall for it. Sam found his head in your lap as the two of you sat in silence, waiting for Dean to finish. You sat stiffly, your hands at your sides and itching to delve into brunette strands of Sam’s hair. 

This was the first time that you saw Sam in a week, and you weren’t sure where you stood with him. It’s not like you guys broke up. The relationship was just in a perpetual state of limbo at the moment. 

You noticed that Sam’s eyes were fluttering shut. “Hey,” You said gently. “You can’t go to sleep yet.” 

“Why not?” Sam had a pout on his lips as he turned his head to look at you, a slight wince flickering through his face at the movement. 

“Don’t move too quickly.” You gave in and brushed the hair on his forehead away from his eyes. “Because you might be concussed and we need to check if you are at the motel.” 

Sam blinked up at you. “M’fine.” His words came out slightly slurred as your hand started to scratch at his scalp. 

“Can you stay awake until Dean comes back then?” You looked down at him, a lump forming in your throat. The onslaught of emotions rushing through you as you willed away the tears beginning to form. 

Sam nodded, ignoring the twinge of pain that shot through his head as he stared up at you, seeing the storm of emotions behind your eyes. He slowly raised his hand up and caressed your cheek, brushing away the stray tear that escaped your eye that you hadn’t noticed. 

You crumpled at the gentle touch. Silent tears streamed down your face as you tried to reel them in. 

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here.” Sam was quick to console you—just slightly more alert as he moved his hand to the back of your neck and brought your face down to press your forehead against his. 

“I’m okay. We’re okay.” He whispered as he tried to calm you down. 

He’s okay.

We’re okay.  

He’s okay.

We’re okay.

Sam and your psyche repeated the mantra until you had calmed down, and Sam wiped away the lingering tears from your damp face. 

“M’sorry. I’m so sorry.” You said with a hoarse voice as you kept your eyes shut, and your forehead against Sam’s. 

“It’s okay, honey. We’ll be okay.” Sam promised as he kept his hand on your cheek. 

Sam’s warmth from his hands was a tether, and his words wrapped around you like a blanket. You stayed hunched over him as you gave hushed apologies and Sam whispered promises between reverent kisses on your face and lips until Dean came back.  

You came for Sam, so he’ll honor his promises to you. 

YOU SWORE PEOPLE WERE BLIND. 

Like, how more people haven’t found out about Clark and his alter-ego was mind-boggling to you. 

Well, actually, you’d give him credit for hiding it from everyone. Especially keeping it under wraps from the place he worked at, surrounded by journalists who would kill for an exclusive interview with the ever-elusive Superman. 

Because of course, who would suspect the tallest man in the room who seemed to make himself smaller by hunching, wearing ill fitting suits, and was kind of a klutz to be Superman?

But was the only reason why you even found about his second job as the crime-fighting alien because you were the only one actively paying attention to him when he disappeared for a suspicious amount of time when Superman would show up and not because you had a little bit of a crush on him, and your eyes seemed to follow him everywhere he went? 

…You’d prefer not to comment. 

But it’s not like you didn’t have any secrets of your own. 

So it leads you to now. You decided to confront Clark on the rooftop of the Daily Planet after working hours, where the sun had dipped down below the skyline, and the glow of the lights from the city illuminated your surroundings. 

“Why are we up here again?” Clark asked, looking around the surprisingly clean rooftop. 

“Because we need a little fresh air before going back to burning the midnight oil. And I needed to test something.” You told him, a sly smile on your face as you twirled around him. 

Clark couldn’t help but smile at your actions, but a seed of confusion grew in his mind. “What do you need to test?” 

“Oh, just this theory I have.” You said nonchalantly facing him as you walked backwards towards the ledge of the building. 

Clark’s eyebrows furrowed as a frown formed on his face, seeing you inch towards the ledge. “Uh, does this theory involve any danger?” His voice was filled with nerves as he slowly walked towards you. 

“Maybe.” You were standing on the ledge now. 

Clark exclaimed your name with worry laced in his tone. “Would you get down from there?! You could fall!” 

“I’ll be fine.” You waved off his concern as you walked along the ledge, unbothered by the quietly panicking Clark as he stared at you. 

“Please get down from the ledge, you’re making me nervous.” Clark pleaded as he walked closer to you, the breeze ruffling through his dark curls—but it did nothing to cool down his heated cheeks as he looked at you anxiously. 

“I told you Clark, I’ll be fine. Besides, I still haven’t tested my theory.” 

Clark rubbed a stressed hand down his face, bumping his glasses from the bridge of his nose. “I wished your theory didn’t have to involve being so close to the edge.” 

“Don’t worry Smallville, I’ll be in safe hands in a minute or two.” You smiled brightly at him, trying to mask your slightly shaking hands from him. 

You were really hoping this would work. 

“Does that mean you’re coming down from the ledge in the next thirty seconds?” Clark’s eyes flicked from you to the floor of the rooftop, his hands wringing together as he looked up at you. 

“Yeah,” You paused slightly before sending him a nervous smile. “But just not in the way you think.” 

“What does that mean, please don’t—” Clark said rapidly before he cut himself with a yell of your name as you stepped backward off the edge. 

The whistling of the wind felt like it only lasted a few seconds as you felt arms wrap around you, and you felt your body and the warmth of another shot back up into the air. 

“Are you crazy?!” Clark exclaimed. 

The two of you were floating just above the rooftop of the Daily Planet. Clark was still holding you, arms wrapped around your waist as your arms were slung over his shoulders. 

You let out an adrenaline-filled giggle. “I knew it!” You said breathlessly as you stared into Clark’s frightened but concerned face. “And yeah, I am a little, but I knew you’d catch me, Mr. Superman.” 

Clark’s mouth opened in shock. “What if I weren’t Superman? You could have died.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I told you, I would have been fine, Clark.

Your words confused Clark even more. “How?” He asked with furrowed brows, which made you want to kiss the wrinkle between his eyebrows. 

You smiled. “Let go of me Clark.” 

“No.” He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist. 

You unwrapped your arms from around his neck. “Do you trust me?” You stared into his cerulean gaze, which seemed to glow from the lights of the city reflecting in them. 

“Not after you jumped off of a building.” Clark looked genuinely worried for you. 

“Clark.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, sending him a reassuring smile. 

You could see the battle raging in his eyes, his lips thinning into a straight line before he sighed. Clark’s eyes squeezed shut for a second before he nodded. His arms let go of you slowly, but were still held out in case anything happened. 

To his shock, you were still in place in front of him. Clark’s mouth fell open in surprise, making you chuckle at the awestruck expression on his face. The two of you stared at each other, floating a couple of feet above your shared workplace. 

“You’re going to catch flies if you leave that mouth hanging open, Kent.” You teased as you slowly drifted higher. 

It looked effortless, the way you were flying. Granted, you were just floating and slowly moving around Clark, but it’s something he wouldn’t have expected in a million years. 

“You’re a metahuman.” It was the only thing that Clark’s brain could come up with as he followed after you. 

“And you’re Superman.” You pointed out. “I told you I would have been fine.” 

“Is that why you wanted to come out to the roof? To see if I’d save you?” Clark flew in front of you, a pensive look on his face. 

“Yeah.” You admitted with a sigh. “I’ve had my suspicions for a while and if they weren’t right, well, you would have found out about my own powers.” 

Clark took in your words before he slowly sank to the earth, which you followed after him. Once your feet hit the rooftop, Clark spoke up. 

“How did you find out?” He asked, filling the brief silence that had settled between the two of you—barring the city soundscape that never failed to cease in Metropolis. 

You sent him an amused smile. “You aren’t as slick as you think you are Clark when you disappear and it’s a little weird how you’re the only journalist who’s been able to snag an interview with Superman.”

Clark couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him at your words. “Have you been watching me because you thought I was Superman?” Clark’s head was tilted in curiosity. 

“Kinda. That was half of the reason.” You admitted. You decided that since you were already exposing your powers to him, you’d take a chance with your feelings for him. 

“What was the other half?” Clark noticed how your heart rate sped up as you inched closer to him, his own speeding up to match yours. 

“The other half was because I thought my really clumsy coworker who gets everyone coffee each morning even though he’s chronically late all the time was really cute.” You said with a shy smile on your face as you looked up at Clark, your chest brushing against his. 

Clark’s cheeks burned at your words. “Y-you think I’m cute?” His voice cracked slightly with nerves before he cleared his throat. 

“Very. I like you a lot Clark.” You confessed quietly, your smile turning nervous. 

Clark stared at you for a moment before his lips bloomed into a grin, his dimples coming out full force, and you could have melted under the sight of them. 

“Wow, I like you too. A lot–I mean.” Clark added sheepishly, making you smile wider, matching his grin. “Would you like to get dinner with me? Uh–” He checked his watch. “Right now?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, god, he was such a dork and so sweet that you felt like your teeth could rot. “Yeah, it’s a date.” 

“Cool! Cool.” He stuck out his arm for you to wrap your own around. “Shall we?” 

“We shall.” You felt like your mouth was going to hurt with how hard you were smiling, but you took his arm anyway and let him lead you through the rooftop and hopefully to new heights. 

SAM MIGHT BE THE DEATH OF YOU. 

And you were totally okay with that. 

It felt like Sam was trying to consume you whole with how he was kissing you. You were straddling him, knees bracketing his thighs and sinking into the cushions of the couch as you ran your hands through his hair. You were trying to match the intensity with which Sam had captured your lips.

You have no idea how you got here. Well, you do. But you weren’t complaining.

You and Sam were sitting next to each other on the couch, absentmindedly watching a random movie that neither of you bothered to change, and at first, everything was just fine.

You were tucked into his side, one of Sam’s arms wrapped around your shoulder as your head rested against his chest. His fingertips were drawing invisible circles on the bare skin of your arm as both of your eyes were trained on the screen in front of you.

But Sam couldn’t focus on the movie. Not when you were right by his side. He couldn’t help but have his focus being diverted away from the TV to you. He was enraptured by how the glow of the screen illuminated your features, the ever-changing colors of the screen washing over your face and highlighting the soft smile that was playing on your lips.

“You’re staring.” You murmured tiredly. But your words were loud enough for him to hear you. “See something you like?” You dragged your attention away from the TV to look at Sam, your eyes glinting with amusement.

“Not staring. Admiring.” Sam corrected with a slight smile on his face. Sam used his free hand to cradle your cheek.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” You playfully threw back, a teasing smile on your lips as you leaned into the warmth of his hand.

You were tired, but you still wanted to spend time with Sam. The past month had not been kind to either of you, and now that you finally caught a break, you just wanted be with him without any distractions. 

“Am I not allowed to admire anymore?” Sam asked, his eyebrow raised as he brought his face closer to yours.  

“Nope.” You said, popping the p. “In fact there’s–” 

You barely saw the roll of Sam’s eyes before he cut you off, pressing his lips against yours. You let out a small noise of indignance, making Sam smile against you before you melted against the soft skin of his lips. 

Sam intended to kiss you just to shut you up briefly, but your lips were like a drug. Once he felt the press of the fat of your lips against his—it was over for him. The kiss turned passionate, and Sam was quick to adjust the two of you. His eager hands moved to grasp your hips and pulled you to straddle him before they ran up your back, pressing you close to his broad chest as your mouths moved together in sync. 

The moment you felt Sam’s lips on yours, you swore you could feel yourself wake up. It was like Sam’s lips were a shot of espresso, and you could feel your blood start to pump through your veins faster.

Your hands made their way up his chest and wove themselves into the chestnut colored strands, scratching gently at his scalp and tugging his hair. A groan reverberated from his chest at the slight sting of pain that slithered through his spine and towards his growing bulge. 

The movie was still playing in the background, but it was practically static noise to the pair of you on the couch. You were completely and utterly entranced by Sam and his kisses. 

You could taste the mix of whiskey and the salt of the popcorn on Sam’s tongue as they swirled around each other, dancing with each other in a sensual embrace.

You sucked on his tongue, making another groan escape him, louder than before, as his hips jerked up and ground his denim-covered bulge against you. His hands felt like they were everywhere, running up your back before falling back down and settling on your hips. 

Sam couldn’t help but feel a little smug when he felt your breath stutter when he squeezed your hips before helping you move against him. He swallowed your small noises as the sound of your spit-slicked lips smacked against his as the two of you made out.

Warmth filled your body as the fast-paced, lust-filled kisses turned slow and drawn-out, letting some brevity in between each press of your lips against Sam’s. 

You couldn’t help but smile in between each soft but reverent kiss that you and Sam traded, the feeling of love and contentment filling your body as you rode high on the oxytocin flooding your brain. Sam couldn’t help but mirror your tender smile as he looked at you with blown-out eyes, his pupils eclipsing the hazel hues of his gaze. 

Your hands left his hair to cup his cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating off his flushed skin. 

“I love you.” You whispered. 

The movie was long over, and a random rerun of a show was playing softly in the background. 

Sam’s heartbeat never failed to speed up at your words. “I love you too.” Affection coloring his tone before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss, pouring all of his adoration and passion into it, letting you feel what he can’t express with words into the kiss. 

You returned the kiss with the same amount of fervour that Sam was kissing you with. You didn’t want to leave the bubble that had formed around you and Sam. So, you let yourself fall into Sam once more, letting his lips erase what was happening around you and lose yourself in the taste and feeling of him.

A shocked noise left your lips as you felt Sam stand up from the couch, making you wrap your legs around his trim waist. Sam’s laugh echoed through the hallway of the bunker as he headed to your shared room, your laugh mixing with his before the door shut with a slam.