#samsmut

“Now, Cooome on, coooome on, cooome on and Take it, take another little piece of my heart now baaybeh…” You belted out the lyrics trying hopelessly to mimic Janis Joplin’s trademark rasp as you turned the Black ’67 Impala down Union Street. The cool breeze coming in off the bay felt good after the humidity you’d endured this past week. You sighed turning the volume down low as you started looking for the right address. “1048, 1048…” you muttered to yourself. Crawling slowly down the block you scanned for the apartment building. “Gotcha’.” You said with a smile and pulled over across from the clay colored building. Unfortunately, you had no clue which apartment it was which was going to make watching the soon to be vic. a hell of a lot harder than you’d expected.

                It was already dark when the Prius pulled up. You watched Tall-brunette-and-gorgeous as he unscrunched his large frame and got out of the car. Slinging a black messenger bag over his shoulder, he closed the door and clicked the lock button on his key chain. You couldn’t help but check him out and from the way his amber eyes kept gravitating toward you yesterday, you could tell he wanted you too. You and Cas had met him at his office as F.B.I Agents when you’d questioned him about the perp. (A lone werewolf that had been using her ex-boyfriend’s internal organs as chew toys.) Sam Winchester was the last one on the list and it had been a pretty long list. You thought wearily rubbing your eyes.

 “Here, I brought you coffee.” You jumped at the Angel’s sudden appearance and then sighed in relief as you recognized Castiel’s gruff voice. “Thanks, Cas.” You said on a yawn and accepted the gas station coffee cup. He nodded and watched Sam walk through the small complex. “It’s the last one there on the left.” Cas commented as you watched Sam unlock the door. He was tall, had to be at least 6 foot three. His light brown hair was a little long, it came to his neck, there seemed to always be a few rebellious locks that fell across his forehead. The touch of bad boy it lent to his clean cut lawyer look really got you hot.

You took a sip of your coffee before opening the car door. Standing, you pulled your seat forward and grabbed your black leather jacket. It was getting late. You checked your watch which read 11:45 PM as Cas came to stand by you on the sidewalk. “Y/N, Do you have the knife just in case?” He asked frowning. “Yeah, I have it, but I don’t plan on letting it get that close.” You responded ignoring the look of concern on the Angel’s face. At first there was no movement and aside from the sounds of traffic a couple of streets over, it was quiet.  The wind whistled in your ears as you scanned the neighborhood once more. Then you heard it, the sound of claws scratching on stone. Cas gestured towards the left and you nodded heading for the apartment complex across the street. You had expected the were to come from pretty much any other side of the complex except that alleyway. Now, it was too late. It was go time and you had to roll with the punches.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. What you were about to do to take the bitch down was completely unorthodox and not at all moral, but hey, it was all you had at the moment and given the circumstances you weren’t going to dwell on the drawbacks right now. The heels of your boots clacked against the turquoise decorative stones leading up the walk to number 1048. With great reluctance you knocked loudly. For a minute or two you considered the possibility that he wouldn’t answer. Then you heard the chain of the security lock being pulled back and the door was opened. The porch light revealed a half-awake Sam Winchester. He stood there wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants, his broad shoulders bare. You could feel the warmth of his bed wafting of him. Daaamn he looks good. You thought. Hestared at you for a few minutes before recognizing you. “Agent Wilson.” He said and smiled a little, the kissable dimple in his left cheek coming into view.

“What’s going on?” He asked reading your restless demeanor. “I thought I could stop her before it came to this, but…she’s here.” You told him regretfully. His sleepiness seemed to have worn off as he moved back from the door to let you in. You entered quickly and shut the door behind you not bothering with the lock. “I need you to listen to what I’m about to say, Sam.” You began. You motioned for him to follow you as you headed up stairs. When you reached the landing you opened the first door and seeing it was the bedroom you entered. “What’s coming for you, it isn’t human.” You said closing the door behind Sam. “Come again?” he asked eyeing you with uncertainty. “You heard me.” You replied pulling the gun out of the holster on your hip. Sam eyed the gun wearily and backed toward the window. “Look, we don’t have time for this. You remember, your ex-girlfriend, Paige? She was bitten by a werewolf a few months ago and you’re on the menu as tonight’s main course. So if you want to stay alive. You will do exactly as I say. Understand?” You snapped. Sam shrugged, but still looked at you like you were crazy. You rolled your eyes and motioned for him to get away from the window. Sam did as you asked and you maneuvered yourself so that you were in front of him. Not two minutes had passed when you heard the glass crash and a figure landed on the floor in the dark.

The blonde werewolf moved fast springing into a sitting position and then standing claws at the ready. It gnashed its sharp teeth at you and growled. There was nowhere for it to go but through you. Using your peripheral vision you scanned for a place to send Sam. There was a bed behind you and a closet on the left. Careful to keep an even tone you told him what to do. “When I step forward, Get in the closet.” You pulled the silver dagger at your wrist into your hand and took one step forward. The were came at you charging full speed ahead, you immediately dropped down into a crouching position the knife in your hands pointing strait a head. The blonde thing hit you hard taking the knife right in the gut, but the force of impact sent you sailing into the door. The thing howled as you fell forward bouncing off the door.

An electric jolt of panic sizzled in your veins as you watched it claw at the closet. You crawled on hands and knees looking for the gun as the were broke chunks of wood off with its teeth. Something warm and wet dripped down your neck making you shudder. The gun, where’s the damn gun? You wanted to scream, but before you could, Cas was there shooting silver bullets at the thing. It recoiled from the closet door clawing at its own body before dropping to the floor convulsing horribly. Without a second thought you pulled yourself up and sprinted to the closet. “Sam?! Sam?!” You yelled out, Castiel on your heels. The door had almost split in two but it swung open when you pulled the knob. Sam had his back pressed flat against the wall, a stricken expression in his eyes. “What the hell was that thing?!” He exclaimed, he was still breathing fast. You felt relieved and let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Are you okay, Sam?” You asked calmly. His eyes were wide in fear. “Of Course, I’m not okay! That…thing…. Wanted to kill me!” Cas raised his eyebrow staring at Sam like he was nuts. “Actually, it wanted to eat you.” He stated his voice practically monotone.  Sam stared at him an expression of horror on his face. Cas turned to you, “Y/N, He’s in a state of shock.” You shook your head and winced realizing that you must have busted it when you hit the door. Castiel hovered his hand over the back of your head and healed it. “Cas, could you take care of the…?” You asked nodding toward the dead blonde’s body. Cas leaned over what used to be Paige and put his hand on her arm. Both the Angel and the dead were disappeared in an instant. Feeling quite a bit better, you reached into the closet. His big hand was shaking when you grasped it in yours and you moved back so that he could come out.

Sam swallowed looking past you at the shattered glass and chunks of wood littering the carpet. The two of you left the room and you followed him downstairs to the kitchen. “What do I do? Now, that I know these things are out there?” He asked looking into y/c/eyes.  You shifted from one foot to another uncomfortably. “Just be careful, Sam. These things have always been out there and this is the first time you ever had the misfortune of encountering them. You might not ever have to deal with something like this again, but I’ll leave you my number just in case.” You said unsure of what else to say. Sam gripped the edge of the counter with one hand, his eyes on the floor.

Unable to stop yourself from comforting him, you moved closer to him. When Sam looked up at you, you realized just how close. His brown eyes, now held a darkness in them. He had seen too much. His hand came up and touched your face and you gasped at the sudden contact. He pressed his soft full lips to yours and you kissed him back fighting the urge to really taste him. The kiss was gentle and slow at first but within moments it grew causing a hot, feral, hunger to grow within you. You licked his lower lip and he let you in. Sam tasted sweeter than anything you’d ever imagined. As you pressed the tip of your tongue to the roof of his mouth he moaned setting fire to the already growing flame in you. You let your hands run over the muscles in his shoulders and back enjoying every second of it. Sam reached down and pulled at the hem of your shirt. Breaking the kiss, you moved back just enough to pull the thing over your head and fling it off before pressing yourself back up against him. You pressed your lips along his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bone, your fingers running down his stomach. Sam pushed his hips forward rubbing his erection against you. He had the palm of his hand against your cheek and rubbed his thumb over your lips resting it at your chin before leaning in for a kiss.

The sound of Angel wings like the rustle of crisp fall leaves made you jerk backwards. “Should I come back later, Y/N?” Cas asked the smallest hint of annoyance in his tone. Sam took a few steps back himself as though he just realized that the two of you barely knew each other. You sighed, grabbed your shirt up off the floor and pulled it back on. Cas reached into the pocket of his tan trench coat and handed Sam a card that had your number on it. “Just in case.” He said and looked at you expectantly.  “Call me anytime, if you need me.” You said to Sam eyeing his broad shoulders with regret. Sam just nodded and You and Cas walked out to the car.