FIC: "On Pop-Tarts Alone" [Lorelai (GG)/Sam (SPN)]
Title: "On Pop-Tarts Alone"
Author: angel_grace
Pairing: Lorelai Gilmore/Sam Winchester
Rating: R, for sexual situations
Word Count: 3782
Summary: Gilmore Girls/Supernatural crossover. Reports of mysterious occurrences bring the Winchester boys to Stars Hollow, CT. When Sam meets Lorelai, a case of mistaken identity turns into more. Takes places between October 2007 and June 2008. Prompted by amathela.
Disclaimer: Very much not mine, although I wouldn't mind owning Jared for a while.
The Impala looked utterly out of place rolling down the main street of Stars Hollow, Connecticut. An older man arranging produce outside the grocery store turned and glared at them as they drove past.
"Oh yeah, I bet we'll find tons of demonic activity here," Dean remarked. "No place looks this perfect unless there's something seriously wrong with it."
"It is a little creepy," Sam agreed, staring out the window. "So where are we staying?"
Dean dug a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. "Someplace called the Dragonfly Inn. I think it's a B & B."
"Since when can we afford a B & B?"
"Since it's the only place in town, okay?"
They found the inn without much difficulty, given that the town was the size of a postage stamp. Dean headed inside to check in, while Sam grabbed their duffel bags--and a few weapons--from the trunk. Slinging the bags over his shoulder, he made his way inside, where Dean was shamelessly flirting with a gorgeous brunette behind the reception desk. She seemed to be flirting right back--until she looked up and saw Sam.
"Dean?" she asked, obviously startled. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you, we need a room for the night."
She turned to look at him. "Not you," she said. "Dean. Him," she added, pointing at Sam.
"I'm Dean. That's my brother, Sam."
The woman looked confused. Addressing Sam, she said, "You're not Dean Forester?"
"No, ma'am. You must have me mixed up with someone else."
She came out from behind the desk, obviously wanting a closer look. "You look like Dean. You even sound like Dean. Is this some kind of alternate universe thing, like that episode of Star Trek where Spock had a goatee?"
Sam couldn't help chuckling. "They do say everyone has a twin out there. Maybe I'm his."
"I guess so." She walked back behind the desk, and asked, "Now, how long will you boys be staying with us?"
The October air was crisp, and Sam stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. Dean had taken the Impala and driven into Hartford, grumbling about how you couldn't even buy a decent beer in this town. Sam explored the inn, even settling in the library for a while, browsing through a book on the history of Stars Hollow. Eventually he got restless, and headed outside.
He heard footsteps on the wooden porch, and turned to see Lorelai walking towards him. She was staring at him, much as she had earlier.
"The resemblance is downright uncanny," she announced as she came to stand next to him.
"Sorry," he murmured, although he wasn't sure why he was apologizing. "Who was this guy, anyway?"
Her smile was wistful. "He was my daughter's first love."
"You have a daughter?"
She nodded. "Rory. She just graduated from Yale."
He looked at her carefully. He'd be surprised if she was even forty. "Wow, impressive."
"What about you? Did you go to college?"
"Yeah, Stanford."
"Also impressive. Are you from California?"
He shook his head. "Kansas, originally, but we moved around a lot."
She gazed out into the darkness. "My daughter moved to Iowa a few months ago. I've lived in Connecticut my entire life, and sometimes all I want to do is leave."
"You have roots here. Trust me, that's not a bad thing."
She turned to him and grinned. "Are you wise beyond your years, Sam? You've seen the world and all it has to offer?"
"Something like that."
"So what brings you to Stars Hollow?"
"You mean the fall colors aren't reason enough?"
She laughed. "Somehow it doesn't strike me as the kind of scenery your brother would be interested in."
"No, his tastes are a little more..."
"Prurient?"
"Yeah."
"And where do your tastes run?"
He was surprised by her tone. She almost seemed like she was...flirting. "If it was up to me, I'd like to stay in one place for more than a week," he finally said.
Her eyebrows shot up. "A week? You boys on the run from the law or something?"
He hoped she couldn't see his blush in the darkness. "No," he lied. "We just travel a lot for business."
"Sounds exciting."
"Sometimes. Mostly it's just...exhausting."
"Why don't you stop, then?"
"It's a family business. I have promises to keep."
She leaned up, brushed a kiss against his cheek. "I hope you find a place to call home someday."
He stared down at her, and thought for several long seconds about kissing her in earnest. Instead, he just said, "Thanks. I should probably get some sleep. It was nice talking to you, Lorelai."
"You too, Sam."
Dean and Sam checked out two days later. The "mysterious phenomena" in the town had turned out to be nothing more than the overzealous micro-managing of Taylor Doose. He was a pain in the ass, but he wasn't demonic.
Sam hadn't seen Lorelai since that night on the porch, but now she stood behind the reception desk, smiling at the departing guests.
When it was their turn, she asked, "Where are you two headed next?"
Dean shrugged, never willing to share information. "Wherever the road takes us."
"Well, if you're ever back in Stars Hollow, stop by and see us." She looked over at Sam. "We're always here."
As they were climbing into the Impala, Dean asked, "Did something happen with that Lorelai chick? You two hook up?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid. We just had a conversation, that's all."
"Naked?"
"Dammit, Dean."
"Dude, chill. It was just a joke. Anyway, she's hot. I wouldn't blame you if something happened."
"Well, it didn't. Now can we please go?"
Eight Months Later
Sam was exhausted. He and Dean had fought again, something that seemed to be happening more and more lately. Dean had hopped in the Impala and peeled out, leaving Sam stranded in Salem, Massachusetts. They'd spent the past week vanquishing a demon who possessed a woman and forced her to summon the vengeful spirits of centuries-dead witches. All he wanted now was a safe place to get some sleep.
He walked over to the bus station, and stared at the list of destinations. The one for Hartford caught his eye. He was probably only a couple hours away from Stars Hollow, and he wouldn't mind seeing Lorelai again. She had popped into his head at odd times the past few months, and he had promised himself he'd look her up someday. Now was as good a time as any.
He walked up to the bored-looking ticket agent. "Excuse me, is there anyplace around here to rent a car?"
She gave him directions, and within the hour he was on the road to Connecticut.
By the time he reached Stars Hollow, he could barely keep his eyes open. He pulled into the parking lot of the Dragonfly Inn, and went inside. The woman at the reception desk didn't look familiar. "Excuse me, is Lorelai here?"
She glanced up, her expression vacant. "No, Ms. Gilmore has gone home for the day."
"Okay, thanks. Do you have a phone book I could borrow?"
"Sure."
He paged through the listings quickly. How many Gilmores could there be in a town this size? The answer was one, and he quickly jotted down the address. Returning the book, he grabbed one of the complimentary town maps and headed out.
It only took him a few minutes to drive to the house, and he was relieved to see a light on inside. As he climbed the steps to the front door, he hesitated. Maybe showing up unannounced wasn't the best idea. He barely knew this woman.
On the other hand, he didn't really have anywhere else to go. Resolutely, he knocked on the door, and hoped she wouldn't shoot him or something.
After a moment, the door was flung open, and she stared up at him in surprise. "Sam? What are you doing here?"
At least she remembered him. "You said if I was ever in the area..." he said lamely.
"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but come on in. Where's Dean?"
Sam scowled. "I don't know. We argued, and he abandoned me in Massachusetts."
"So you came here."
He nodded, suddenly feeling like an idiot. Or maybe a stalker. "Maybe I should just go..."
She grabbed his hand before he could leave. "Don't be silly. You drove all this way, and I--I don't mind the company."
"Thanks."
He followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Would you like something to drink? I can make coffee."
"No, thanks. I just..." He trailed off, yawning.
"You look exhausted. When was the last time you slept?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted. "It's been a rough couple days."
Her expression was sympathetic. "Come on, we need to get you into bed." He glanced at her quickly, and she blushed. "You can sleep in Rory's old room," she added.
She showed him where it was, and turned to leave. "Lorelai..." When she looked back at him, he said, "Thank you for this."
"You're welcome."
Once he was alone, Sam closed the door and yawned again. Dean had driven off with his duffel bag, so all he had were the clothes on his back and his wallet. He was too tired to worry about that now, though. He opened a window, letting in the cool night air. Stripping down to his boxers, he opened the door a little for ventilation, and crawled into bed.
The next morning, Lorelai was up early, mostly because she couldn't sleep. She had tossed and turned all night, thinking about her unexpected guest. It wasn't every day that she had a man she barely knew show up on her doorstep. Particularly a man who looked like Sam.
He was way too young for her, and the fact that he looked like Rory's ex was more than a little twisted. But he wasn't Dean. He was Sam, and he was sweet and attractive and he had driven all the way here to see her. Was it any wonder she wanted to jump him?
She puttered around the kitchen, trying to make coffee as quietly as possible. When it was ready, she poured some into a mug and crept over to Rory's door. Crossing her fingers that he wasn't awake yet, she poked her head into the room.
He looked even younger asleep, which made her feel like even more of a pervert. He slept on his back, one arm thrown up over his head. He'd kicked off the covers during the night, and she told herself not to drool over his broad chest.
Before she could make a break for the nearest cold shower, his eyes fluttered open. "Morning," he mumbled sleepily.
"Morning," she replied, desperately searching for an excuse for being in his room. "I brought you coffee!" she finally said, trying to sound normal and failing.
"Oh, thanks."
She stepped closer, holding out the mug, and their fingers brushed as he took it from her. "Do you want some breakfast?" she offered hurriedly. "I can make...well, Pop-Tarts are about all I can manage, but I have every flavor they make."
His smile, she decided, was downright deadly. "Pop-Tarts sound great," he said.
"I'll get those started, then," she said, backing out of the room as fast as she could.
Sam took a sip of coffee, and contemplated the situation. His brother probably would have taken her to bed last night. But he wasn't Dean.
Still, he hadn't driven all the way here just to eat Pop-Tarts.
When he walked into the kitchen, Lorelai was relieved to see that he had put on his t-shirt, although the lack of pants was quite distracting.
"Is there any more coffee?" he asked.
This was territory she could handle. "There's always more coffee," she said, gesturing to the pot. "Did you sleep okay last night?"
"Yeah, I don't think I moved from the time my head hit the pillow. Thank you for letting me stay."
"You're welcome. But...why did you come here, Sam?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see you again."
"It's been almost a year," she pointed out.
"Eight months, actually."
"Where have you been all that time?"
His laugh was bitter. "Where haven't I been? Like I told you, we don't stay in one place for long."
She could see the sadness in his eyes, and took a deep breath. "You can stay here as long as you need."
"I don't know how long that will be," he told her, and she couldn't tell if he was worried about staying too long, or not long enough.
"I guess we'll find out, won't we?"
The Pop-Tarts popped, and the moment was gone.
When they were done eating, he asked, "Do you think I could use your washer and dryer? Dean kind of drove off with the rest of my clothes."
"Sure. Why don't you give me what you have, and I'll throw in a load while you get cleaned up."
"Okay, but what am I supposed to wear in the meantime?"
"Right. I'll find you a robe," she told him, flushing slightly.
The old terrycloth robe she found in the back of her closet didn't exactly fit Sam, but it covered all the critical areas. Still, she couldn't help giggling when he walked out of the bathroom carrying his clothes. "I should really get a picture of this," she said, taking the laundry from him, "because no one's going to believe me."
He caught her elbow, pulling her a little closer. "You think this is pretty funny, don't you?"
"Well...yes."
"Watch it, Lorelai, or I just might steal all your clothes," he teased.
Her mouth went dry, and she almost dropped the laundry.
Abruptly, he released her. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark. Letting the pile of clothes fall to the floor, she hooked a finger through the belt of his robe and tugged him close. "As my mother always likes to point out, I've never been very good at 'appropriate.'"
"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured just before he bent his head and kissed her.
He still tasted like coffee and Pop-Tarts, which she decided was an oddly erotic combination. His mouth was hot, and she felt like she was burning, and the only solution she could think of was to take off her clothes. She broke the kiss long enough to pull off her t-shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up. Before she could dispose of her pajama pants, Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. "Bedroom," he gasped.
"Upstairs." She locked her legs around his hips as he carried her, enjoying the friction between them and scattering kisses across his neck and shoulders.
As he set her down on the bed, she tugged sharply on the robe belt, opening it. Sam shrugged out of it, and she groaned slightly at the sight of him. She hadn't been with anyone this young since she was that young, and wow he was just perfectly proportioned.
"Condom?" he asked.
"Nightstand," she replied, and started to pull off her pajama pants.
He stilled her hands with his. "Wait for me."
She certainly wasn't going to argue with that kind of an offer, and a moment later he joined her on the bed. To her surprise, he didn't immediately strip off her pants. Instead, he crawled up the bed and kissed her deeply, his hands caressing her breasts. She arched up against him when his thumb grazed her nipple, and she felt him smile into her mouth. She whimpered slightly when he abandoned her mouth, but it quickly turned to a moan when his lips replaced his thumb.
"Sam!" she gasped as he gently grazed her with his teeth. He did it again, and she clutched at his shoulders. "Please, Sam," she said, begging him to get on with things.
He began to kiss his way down her body, pausing when he reached the waist of her pants. "Would it freak you out if I told you I'd been thinking about this for eight months?" he asked.
She laughed. "Thinking about it? Sweetie, I've been dreaming about it."
He didn't hesitate, hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of her pants, and she lifted her hips so he could pull them off. Throwing them aside, he pressed kisses to the top of each thigh, and then looked up, smirking.
She stared right back at him, daring him to proceed, and watched as his dark head dipped between her legs.
"Oh, I could so get used to this," she groaned.
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, and he didn't think she noticed. He could get used to this, too--being in this town, in this house, in this bed...in this woman. And that was a very dangerous thing.
He pushed away the dark thoughts, and concentrated on the task at hand. When he had brought her to the very edge, he rolled on the condom, slid up her body, and finished the job.
Lorelai's hands clutched at Sam's back as she shuddered through her release, and she could feel the ridges of old scars beneath her fingers. She wondered what had made them, what this man had seen and done before she welcomed him so eagerly into her bed.
She didn't even know his last name.
Later, when they were taking a shower together, she decided to ask him.
His hand, which had been washing her back, stilled, and she thought he might not answer her at all. "Winchester," he finally said, as if he were imparting some great secret.
She turned around, resting her hands against his chest. "And what exactly is it that you do, Sam Winchester?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Oh, I don't know," she said, her hand sliding down his body and taking hold of him. "I'll bet you can be very convincing."
"You're pretty convincing yourself," he replied, a little breathless.
She gave him a gentle squeeze and a wicked grin. "You have no idea."
They spent most of the rest of the day making love. According to Lorelai, since Sam didn't have any clean clothes and was naked anyway, it was the only logical course of action. He didn't argue, which may have had something to do with the fact that she was naked too.
Sam had been at Lorelai's house for five days, and in her bed for four of them. After what she had started referring to as Sex Marathon '08, Lorelai had gone back to work at the Dragonfly. When she left for work in the morning, she promised to come home at lunch, and told him she expected to find him "naked and happy to see her." It wasn't hard to oblige.
He hadn't spoken to Dean since he arrived, because the asshole wouldn't answer his phone and didn't return his messages. It was the longest they'd gone without speaking since going on the road together, and Sam was starting to worry. He'd called Ellen, but she hadn't heard from Dean, and neither had any of her contacts. It was like he had just disappeared.
He spent most of his time on the internet, doing research and trying to make sure Dean wasn't dead. He tried going in to town a few times, but everyone thought he was Rory's old boyfriend, which was awkward. Particularly since he was having sex with Rory's mom a minimum of three times a day.
Really, really great sex. But every time it happened, he wondered if it would be the last time.
When Lorelai came home from work that night, he had dinner on the table, because a guy couldn't live on Pop-Tarts alone. As soon as she walked in, he could tell that she was upset. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately.
"I had a visitor at work today," she told him, just as Dean walked in.
"Thought I might find you here," Dean said, looking over the table set for two. "Been having fun playing house?"
"Outside, now," Sam snapped.
They went out the kitchen door, and it took all of Sam's restraint not to haul off and knock Dean on his ass. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Out doing my job. Our job," he added with a sneer. "We can't all find some chick to take care of us when we don't want to live up to our responsibilities."
"You left me," Sam reminded him.
"Yeah, but you didn't mind at all, did you? I bet you ran here as fast as you could. Just couldn't wait to get in her pants."
Sam laid him out with a single punch. "Don't you dare bring her into this! How many times did I call you, Dean? How many messages did I leave? But you had to sulk like a little baby. You didn't even tell me where you were! Dammit, I thought you were dead!"
Dean stood up, eyes flashing, rubbing his jaw. "Well I'm not. Now come on, we have work to do." He started to walk towards the car.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not leaving, Dean. It's over. We've done what we set out to do. Neither of us owes our soul to the devil. I'm done."
"It's never over. You know that. You know how much evil is still out there."
"Yeah, and we're not the only ones fighting it."
"Sam..."
"I never wanted this, Dean. I didn't choose this life. You know that."
"So what, you're going to live some kind of happily ever after in this shitty little town? You think life works that way? You think she's even going to want you when she finds out what you are?"
Sam shrugged. "Maybe not. But I guess I want to find out."
Dean looked up at him, and sighed. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"
"I think I could be."
"I'm not going to change your mind, am I?"
"Not this time."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Fine. Call me when it all goes to hell."
"Don't wait by the phone."
"Bye, Sammy."
"Bye, Dean."
When Sam walked back into the house, Lorelai looked surprised. "I heard the car. I thought you'd left."
"Actually, I was thinking I might stay."
"For how long?"
He walked over to her and pulled her close. "As long as you'll let me, if that's okay."
She smiled up at him. "I guess we'll find out."
Author: angel_grace
Pairing: Lorelai Gilmore/Sam Winchester
Rating: R, for sexual situations
Word Count: 3782
Summary: Gilmore Girls/Supernatural crossover. Reports of mysterious occurrences bring the Winchester boys to Stars Hollow, CT. When Sam meets Lorelai, a case of mistaken identity turns into more. Takes places between October 2007 and June 2008. Prompted by amathela.
Disclaimer: Very much not mine, although I wouldn't mind owning Jared for a while.
The Impala looked utterly out of place rolling down the main street of Stars Hollow, Connecticut. An older man arranging produce outside the grocery store turned and glared at them as they drove past.
"Oh yeah, I bet we'll find tons of demonic activity here," Dean remarked. "No place looks this perfect unless there's something seriously wrong with it."
"It is a little creepy," Sam agreed, staring out the window. "So where are we staying?"
Dean dug a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. "Someplace called the Dragonfly Inn. I think it's a B & B."
"Since when can we afford a B & B?"
"Since it's the only place in town, okay?"
They found the inn without much difficulty, given that the town was the size of a postage stamp. Dean headed inside to check in, while Sam grabbed their duffel bags--and a few weapons--from the trunk. Slinging the bags over his shoulder, he made his way inside, where Dean was shamelessly flirting with a gorgeous brunette behind the reception desk. She seemed to be flirting right back--until she looked up and saw Sam.
"Dean?" she asked, obviously startled. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you, we need a room for the night."
She turned to look at him. "Not you," she said. "Dean. Him," she added, pointing at Sam.
"I'm Dean. That's my brother, Sam."
The woman looked confused. Addressing Sam, she said, "You're not Dean Forester?"
"No, ma'am. You must have me mixed up with someone else."
She came out from behind the desk, obviously wanting a closer look. "You look like Dean. You even sound like Dean. Is this some kind of alternate universe thing, like that episode of Star Trek where Spock had a goatee?"
Sam couldn't help chuckling. "They do say everyone has a twin out there. Maybe I'm his."
"I guess so." She walked back behind the desk, and asked, "Now, how long will you boys be staying with us?"
The October air was crisp, and Sam stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. Dean had taken the Impala and driven into Hartford, grumbling about how you couldn't even buy a decent beer in this town. Sam explored the inn, even settling in the library for a while, browsing through a book on the history of Stars Hollow. Eventually he got restless, and headed outside.
He heard footsteps on the wooden porch, and turned to see Lorelai walking towards him. She was staring at him, much as she had earlier.
"The resemblance is downright uncanny," she announced as she came to stand next to him.
"Sorry," he murmured, although he wasn't sure why he was apologizing. "Who was this guy, anyway?"
Her smile was wistful. "He was my daughter's first love."
"You have a daughter?"
She nodded. "Rory. She just graduated from Yale."
He looked at her carefully. He'd be surprised if she was even forty. "Wow, impressive."
"What about you? Did you go to college?"
"Yeah, Stanford."
"Also impressive. Are you from California?"
He shook his head. "Kansas, originally, but we moved around a lot."
She gazed out into the darkness. "My daughter moved to Iowa a few months ago. I've lived in Connecticut my entire life, and sometimes all I want to do is leave."
"You have roots here. Trust me, that's not a bad thing."
She turned to him and grinned. "Are you wise beyond your years, Sam? You've seen the world and all it has to offer?"
"Something like that."
"So what brings you to Stars Hollow?"
"You mean the fall colors aren't reason enough?"
She laughed. "Somehow it doesn't strike me as the kind of scenery your brother would be interested in."
"No, his tastes are a little more..."
"Prurient?"
"Yeah."
"And where do your tastes run?"
He was surprised by her tone. She almost seemed like she was...flirting. "If it was up to me, I'd like to stay in one place for more than a week," he finally said.
Her eyebrows shot up. "A week? You boys on the run from the law or something?"
He hoped she couldn't see his blush in the darkness. "No," he lied. "We just travel a lot for business."
"Sounds exciting."
"Sometimes. Mostly it's just...exhausting."
"Why don't you stop, then?"
"It's a family business. I have promises to keep."
She leaned up, brushed a kiss against his cheek. "I hope you find a place to call home someday."
He stared down at her, and thought for several long seconds about kissing her in earnest. Instead, he just said, "Thanks. I should probably get some sleep. It was nice talking to you, Lorelai."
"You too, Sam."
Dean and Sam checked out two days later. The "mysterious phenomena" in the town had turned out to be nothing more than the overzealous micro-managing of Taylor Doose. He was a pain in the ass, but he wasn't demonic.
Sam hadn't seen Lorelai since that night on the porch, but now she stood behind the reception desk, smiling at the departing guests.
When it was their turn, she asked, "Where are you two headed next?"
Dean shrugged, never willing to share information. "Wherever the road takes us."
"Well, if you're ever back in Stars Hollow, stop by and see us." She looked over at Sam. "We're always here."
As they were climbing into the Impala, Dean asked, "Did something happen with that Lorelai chick? You two hook up?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid. We just had a conversation, that's all."
"Naked?"
"Dammit, Dean."
"Dude, chill. It was just a joke. Anyway, she's hot. I wouldn't blame you if something happened."
"Well, it didn't. Now can we please go?"
Eight Months Later
Sam was exhausted. He and Dean had fought again, something that seemed to be happening more and more lately. Dean had hopped in the Impala and peeled out, leaving Sam stranded in Salem, Massachusetts. They'd spent the past week vanquishing a demon who possessed a woman and forced her to summon the vengeful spirits of centuries-dead witches. All he wanted now was a safe place to get some sleep.
He walked over to the bus station, and stared at the list of destinations. The one for Hartford caught his eye. He was probably only a couple hours away from Stars Hollow, and he wouldn't mind seeing Lorelai again. She had popped into his head at odd times the past few months, and he had promised himself he'd look her up someday. Now was as good a time as any.
He walked up to the bored-looking ticket agent. "Excuse me, is there anyplace around here to rent a car?"
She gave him directions, and within the hour he was on the road to Connecticut.
By the time he reached Stars Hollow, he could barely keep his eyes open. He pulled into the parking lot of the Dragonfly Inn, and went inside. The woman at the reception desk didn't look familiar. "Excuse me, is Lorelai here?"
She glanced up, her expression vacant. "No, Ms. Gilmore has gone home for the day."
"Okay, thanks. Do you have a phone book I could borrow?"
"Sure."
He paged through the listings quickly. How many Gilmores could there be in a town this size? The answer was one, and he quickly jotted down the address. Returning the book, he grabbed one of the complimentary town maps and headed out.
It only took him a few minutes to drive to the house, and he was relieved to see a light on inside. As he climbed the steps to the front door, he hesitated. Maybe showing up unannounced wasn't the best idea. He barely knew this woman.
On the other hand, he didn't really have anywhere else to go. Resolutely, he knocked on the door, and hoped she wouldn't shoot him or something.
After a moment, the door was flung open, and she stared up at him in surprise. "Sam? What are you doing here?"
At least she remembered him. "You said if I was ever in the area..." he said lamely.
"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but come on in. Where's Dean?"
Sam scowled. "I don't know. We argued, and he abandoned me in Massachusetts."
"So you came here."
He nodded, suddenly feeling like an idiot. Or maybe a stalker. "Maybe I should just go..."
She grabbed his hand before he could leave. "Don't be silly. You drove all this way, and I--I don't mind the company."
"Thanks."
He followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Would you like something to drink? I can make coffee."
"No, thanks. I just..." He trailed off, yawning.
"You look exhausted. When was the last time you slept?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted. "It's been a rough couple days."
Her expression was sympathetic. "Come on, we need to get you into bed." He glanced at her quickly, and she blushed. "You can sleep in Rory's old room," she added.
She showed him where it was, and turned to leave. "Lorelai..." When she looked back at him, he said, "Thank you for this."
"You're welcome."
Once he was alone, Sam closed the door and yawned again. Dean had driven off with his duffel bag, so all he had were the clothes on his back and his wallet. He was too tired to worry about that now, though. He opened a window, letting in the cool night air. Stripping down to his boxers, he opened the door a little for ventilation, and crawled into bed.
The next morning, Lorelai was up early, mostly because she couldn't sleep. She had tossed and turned all night, thinking about her unexpected guest. It wasn't every day that she had a man she barely knew show up on her doorstep. Particularly a man who looked like Sam.
He was way too young for her, and the fact that he looked like Rory's ex was more than a little twisted. But he wasn't Dean. He was Sam, and he was sweet and attractive and he had driven all the way here to see her. Was it any wonder she wanted to jump him?
She puttered around the kitchen, trying to make coffee as quietly as possible. When it was ready, she poured some into a mug and crept over to Rory's door. Crossing her fingers that he wasn't awake yet, she poked her head into the room.
He looked even younger asleep, which made her feel like even more of a pervert. He slept on his back, one arm thrown up over his head. He'd kicked off the covers during the night, and she told herself not to drool over his broad chest.
Before she could make a break for the nearest cold shower, his eyes fluttered open. "Morning," he mumbled sleepily.
"Morning," she replied, desperately searching for an excuse for being in his room. "I brought you coffee!" she finally said, trying to sound normal and failing.
"Oh, thanks."
She stepped closer, holding out the mug, and their fingers brushed as he took it from her. "Do you want some breakfast?" she offered hurriedly. "I can make...well, Pop-Tarts are about all I can manage, but I have every flavor they make."
His smile, she decided, was downright deadly. "Pop-Tarts sound great," he said.
"I'll get those started, then," she said, backing out of the room as fast as she could.
Sam took a sip of coffee, and contemplated the situation. His brother probably would have taken her to bed last night. But he wasn't Dean.
Still, he hadn't driven all the way here just to eat Pop-Tarts.
When he walked into the kitchen, Lorelai was relieved to see that he had put on his t-shirt, although the lack of pants was quite distracting.
"Is there any more coffee?" he asked.
This was territory she could handle. "There's always more coffee," she said, gesturing to the pot. "Did you sleep okay last night?"
"Yeah, I don't think I moved from the time my head hit the pillow. Thank you for letting me stay."
"You're welcome. But...why did you come here, Sam?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see you again."
"It's been almost a year," she pointed out.
"Eight months, actually."
"Where have you been all that time?"
His laugh was bitter. "Where haven't I been? Like I told you, we don't stay in one place for long."
She could see the sadness in his eyes, and took a deep breath. "You can stay here as long as you need."
"I don't know how long that will be," he told her, and she couldn't tell if he was worried about staying too long, or not long enough.
"I guess we'll find out, won't we?"
The Pop-Tarts popped, and the moment was gone.
When they were done eating, he asked, "Do you think I could use your washer and dryer? Dean kind of drove off with the rest of my clothes."
"Sure. Why don't you give me what you have, and I'll throw in a load while you get cleaned up."
"Okay, but what am I supposed to wear in the meantime?"
"Right. I'll find you a robe," she told him, flushing slightly.
The old terrycloth robe she found in the back of her closet didn't exactly fit Sam, but it covered all the critical areas. Still, she couldn't help giggling when he walked out of the bathroom carrying his clothes. "I should really get a picture of this," she said, taking the laundry from him, "because no one's going to believe me."
He caught her elbow, pulling her a little closer. "You think this is pretty funny, don't you?"
"Well...yes."
"Watch it, Lorelai, or I just might steal all your clothes," he teased.
Her mouth went dry, and she almost dropped the laundry.
Abruptly, he released her. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark. Letting the pile of clothes fall to the floor, she hooked a finger through the belt of his robe and tugged him close. "As my mother always likes to point out, I've never been very good at 'appropriate.'"
"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured just before he bent his head and kissed her.
He still tasted like coffee and Pop-Tarts, which she decided was an oddly erotic combination. His mouth was hot, and she felt like she was burning, and the only solution she could think of was to take off her clothes. She broke the kiss long enough to pull off her t-shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up. Before she could dispose of her pajama pants, Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. "Bedroom," he gasped.
"Upstairs." She locked her legs around his hips as he carried her, enjoying the friction between them and scattering kisses across his neck and shoulders.
As he set her down on the bed, she tugged sharply on the robe belt, opening it. Sam shrugged out of it, and she groaned slightly at the sight of him. She hadn't been with anyone this young since she was that young, and wow he was just perfectly proportioned.
"Condom?" he asked.
"Nightstand," she replied, and started to pull off her pajama pants.
He stilled her hands with his. "Wait for me."
She certainly wasn't going to argue with that kind of an offer, and a moment later he joined her on the bed. To her surprise, he didn't immediately strip off her pants. Instead, he crawled up the bed and kissed her deeply, his hands caressing her breasts. She arched up against him when his thumb grazed her nipple, and she felt him smile into her mouth. She whimpered slightly when he abandoned her mouth, but it quickly turned to a moan when his lips replaced his thumb.
"Sam!" she gasped as he gently grazed her with his teeth. He did it again, and she clutched at his shoulders. "Please, Sam," she said, begging him to get on with things.
He began to kiss his way down her body, pausing when he reached the waist of her pants. "Would it freak you out if I told you I'd been thinking about this for eight months?" he asked.
She laughed. "Thinking about it? Sweetie, I've been dreaming about it."
He didn't hesitate, hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of her pants, and she lifted her hips so he could pull them off. Throwing them aside, he pressed kisses to the top of each thigh, and then looked up, smirking.
She stared right back at him, daring him to proceed, and watched as his dark head dipped between her legs.
"Oh, I could so get used to this," she groaned.
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, and he didn't think she noticed. He could get used to this, too--being in this town, in this house, in this bed...in this woman. And that was a very dangerous thing.
He pushed away the dark thoughts, and concentrated on the task at hand. When he had brought her to the very edge, he rolled on the condom, slid up her body, and finished the job.
Lorelai's hands clutched at Sam's back as she shuddered through her release, and she could feel the ridges of old scars beneath her fingers. She wondered what had made them, what this man had seen and done before she welcomed him so eagerly into her bed.
She didn't even know his last name.
Later, when they were taking a shower together, she decided to ask him.
His hand, which had been washing her back, stilled, and she thought he might not answer her at all. "Winchester," he finally said, as if he were imparting some great secret.
She turned around, resting her hands against his chest. "And what exactly is it that you do, Sam Winchester?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Oh, I don't know," she said, her hand sliding down his body and taking hold of him. "I'll bet you can be very convincing."
"You're pretty convincing yourself," he replied, a little breathless.
She gave him a gentle squeeze and a wicked grin. "You have no idea."
They spent most of the rest of the day making love. According to Lorelai, since Sam didn't have any clean clothes and was naked anyway, it was the only logical course of action. He didn't argue, which may have had something to do with the fact that she was naked too.
Sam had been at Lorelai's house for five days, and in her bed for four of them. After what she had started referring to as Sex Marathon '08, Lorelai had gone back to work at the Dragonfly. When she left for work in the morning, she promised to come home at lunch, and told him she expected to find him "naked and happy to see her." It wasn't hard to oblige.
He hadn't spoken to Dean since he arrived, because the asshole wouldn't answer his phone and didn't return his messages. It was the longest they'd gone without speaking since going on the road together, and Sam was starting to worry. He'd called Ellen, but she hadn't heard from Dean, and neither had any of her contacts. It was like he had just disappeared.
He spent most of his time on the internet, doing research and trying to make sure Dean wasn't dead. He tried going in to town a few times, but everyone thought he was Rory's old boyfriend, which was awkward. Particularly since he was having sex with Rory's mom a minimum of three times a day.
Really, really great sex. But every time it happened, he wondered if it would be the last time.
When Lorelai came home from work that night, he had dinner on the table, because a guy couldn't live on Pop-Tarts alone. As soon as she walked in, he could tell that she was upset. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately.
"I had a visitor at work today," she told him, just as Dean walked in.
"Thought I might find you here," Dean said, looking over the table set for two. "Been having fun playing house?"
"Outside, now," Sam snapped.
They went out the kitchen door, and it took all of Sam's restraint not to haul off and knock Dean on his ass. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Out doing my job. Our job," he added with a sneer. "We can't all find some chick to take care of us when we don't want to live up to our responsibilities."
"You left me," Sam reminded him.
"Yeah, but you didn't mind at all, did you? I bet you ran here as fast as you could. Just couldn't wait to get in her pants."
Sam laid him out with a single punch. "Don't you dare bring her into this! How many times did I call you, Dean? How many messages did I leave? But you had to sulk like a little baby. You didn't even tell me where you were! Dammit, I thought you were dead!"
Dean stood up, eyes flashing, rubbing his jaw. "Well I'm not. Now come on, we have work to do." He started to walk towards the car.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not leaving, Dean. It's over. We've done what we set out to do. Neither of us owes our soul to the devil. I'm done."
"It's never over. You know that. You know how much evil is still out there."
"Yeah, and we're not the only ones fighting it."
"Sam..."
"I never wanted this, Dean. I didn't choose this life. You know that."
"So what, you're going to live some kind of happily ever after in this shitty little town? You think life works that way? You think she's even going to want you when she finds out what you are?"
Sam shrugged. "Maybe not. But I guess I want to find out."
Dean looked up at him, and sighed. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"
"I think I could be."
"I'm not going to change your mind, am I?"
"Not this time."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Fine. Call me when it all goes to hell."
"Don't wait by the phone."
"Bye, Sammy."
"Bye, Dean."
When Sam walked back into the house, Lorelai looked surprised. "I heard the car. I thought you'd left."
"Actually, I was thinking I might stay."
"For how long?"
He walked over to her and pulled her close. "As long as you'll let me, if that's okay."
She smiled up at him. "I guess we'll find out."