Chapter 11

Waking up, I stretched my arms. I felt around the couch, feeling someone's skin under my touch. The entire day came flooding back. Oh, god, it was wonderful. It was the next morning. See how long that lasted? Haha, no. We just got like nine hours of sleep.

I heard a grumble from next to me, and I rolled slightly. Bringing the blanket down to the floor with me, Sam lay on the couch, fully awake.

"Ow." I grumbled, wrapping the blanket around myself.

Standing up, I looked at the couch. Sam was completely naked. I covered my eyes with my hand.

"Well, it's slightly chilly in here." He chuckled.

"You're funny." I said sarcastically.

Sam grabbed another blanket from the back if the couch. He wrapped it around his waist.

"I'm gonna go shower." He kissed the top of my head and went upstairs.

"I'll call Garth." I mumbled, "After I shower."

It was nice to know Bobby had more than one shower.

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After showering , I pulled on a pair of ripped shorts and a flowy tank top. With my hair still a mess, I pulled it into a side braid. God, this is more girly than I've been in a really long time. When I walked out of the bathroom, a sweet aroma of bacon, eggs, and pancakes flowed to my nostrils.

I looked to see shirtless Sammy flipping pancakes at a griddle. Awe, so sweet. Morning after breakfast. He knew a way to my heart. Food. I smiled, I guess I was really falling for Sam. I don't know though.

Yes, you are.

Shut it, Brain. You don't know me.

"Are you gonna grab a plate, or just stand there with that crazy 'I'm talking to myself in my brain' look?" Sam brought me out of my daze.

"Shaddup."

I grabbed a plate and sat across from Sam. I stabbed a piece of pancake, shoving it in my mouth. It actually tasted... Good. Without warning, I moaned at the wonderful taste.

Sam laughed, "You okay over there?"

"Oh my god... This is wonderful." I shoved more in my face.

When breakfast was done, I did the dishes... But Sam fought me for it, and ended up laying on the tile. I finished the dishes, and Sam still wasn't up. So, I made my hands wet, and sat next to him. I placed my cold, wet hands against his midsection. His eyes widened, and I moved my hands and flicked water in his face.

"Jerk!" He shouted, tackling me .

He caught me off guard, "Hey, I'm sorry you didn't expect what would happen." I smirked.

He pecked my lips, and pulled me up with him. Totally ruining the moment. I narrowed my eyes. I kissed his cheek, and went to grab a phone. My phone was still upstairs in my duffel bag. I swayed my hips a little too much, just to tease Sammy boy. What, it's fun.

I reached the stairs, and booked it. I could hear someone upstairs. It wasn't Sam... Who was it then.

I opened the door, but no one was there. I saw a note on the desk .

Two Days.

-C

He was still counting? Are you friggin' kidding me?

I crumpled up the note, tossing it across the room. I knew where the friggin' sword was, but I'm not letting a damn demon have it. Let alone the King of Hell! He'd have my head on a stick.

"I think I know what we're doing after you talk to Garth." Sam's voice scared me.

I jumped a few feet, "What's that, Sammy?"

He smirked, "Getting you inked up."

"Whoa... What?" I asked.

He pointed at the tattoo on his the left side of his chest. It was an anti-possession tattoo.

"Oh... Who says I don't have one?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Well, I didn't see one." He brought up.

Oh, yeah, "Oh, I was naked in front of you... Right... You were looking for a tattoo?"

"Maybe. Call Garth." Sam booked it to the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes, and called my buddy.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Garth! I need you to get your ass down to South Dakota. Bring a truck so you can take a Camaro I fixed up. Maybe put it in storage, or keep it." I gave him the gist.

"Uh- okay . It'll take me like two days to get there. That okay?" He asked, his accent just as I remembered.

"That's great! See ya' then." I hung up, and put my phone in my back pocket .

Garth was awesome ... He was a little weird, but he was awesome.

"Ready?" Sam asked, shoving his wallet in his pocket. I noticed he was actually wearing a shirt.

"Sure." I grabbed my keys, "I'm driving."

"Nope!" Was all that came from Sam's mouth.

He snatched my keys, and ran out to my Impala. He quickly sat in the drivers' seat, and started the engine. I sat in the passenger seat, shooting daggers at his head with my eyes. I got a chuckle, and he sped out of Bobby's auto shop.

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Sam pulled up to a small tattoo parlor. I didn't even know Soux Falls had one. Well, you learn something new everyday.

We walked in, and the whole place was covered in artwork . It was all so beautiful. Some of it maybe ya little gruesome, but still epic.

A woman dressed in a fifties styled outfit walked to the front. She had tattoos covering her arms, and had a few on her neck.

"You have any idea what you're getting?" She looked at Sam.

"It's uh, actually for her." He pointed at me.

"Oh, then... Do you?" She looked at me.

"Yeah." I showed her a picture of the tattoo. Sam printed off a picture, so he wouldn't have to pull down his shirt.

"Okay... Where?" She held the photo in her hand.

"Left Collarbone." I answered shortly. It was probably a painful place, but I didn't mind.

After ten minutes of her drawing, she came out with the draw up. She held it on my collarbone, and made sure it fit. I felt the cold liquid to transfer the ink to my skin. The woman, who I later figured out that her name was Cher, brought me to a table so she could ink my skin.

Yes... It was painful . It took a few hours, but only because of the thickness of the lines. When it was finally over, I couldn't move my arm. It just kinda stayed limp at my side.

I paid for the ink, and Sam drove us out to a diner. Dear god, I loved diner food.

When we sat down, Sam folded his hands and looked at me.

"I'll say it again, Winchester. Take a picture; it lasts longer." I said, looking through the menu. Sam chuckled, and kept looking at me, "Winchester, if you don't stop looking at me, my boot will go so far up your ass, you'll taste asphalt." A loud, short laugh came from his mouth. People turned to look at us. I glared at him, "What's with the staring, Sammy."

"Nothing... Just looking ." He made the 'I can do whatever I want' look.

"It looks like you're eye raping me." I stated quietly.

Sam rolled his eyes. When the waitress came, I ordered a nachos, and Sam ordered a salad. He's such a girl. Salad is like his everyday food.

When our food came, it was devoured. I guess we were both hungry... I mean, I'm always looking for food, but by the time we were done, we were both leaning back in the chairs. We had food babies. Obviously.

"I got this payment." I said, grabbing my wallet from my butt pocket.

"No." Sam was doing the same.

"Too bad!" I put the money on the table.

Sam snatched the money, and out his own in the checkbook thing. The waitress came and took the bill.

"Fine. You win. But, I'm paying tip." Sam handed me my money back, and I left a 5 dollar bill in the center.

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A/N: What's their ship name? Kyam? Sylee? I don't know. x.x if you can come up with one, leave it in the comments! Saylee? I don't know.

EARLU UPDATE. WHAT NOW BIOTCHES.

~Mae