All in the Family
All in the Family
Chapter 3
Chapter Wordcount: 716
Rayne sat stiffly on one of the twin beds, flipping through the T.V. channels, although it was quite obvious she wasn’t paying attention.
Sam finished repacking his duffle in silence, wearing a pair of cotton lounge pants and roughly tousling his hair with the towel.
He looked up and eyed Rayne cautiously, the sound of the water pounding in the shower adding a constant drone to the room.
She happened to look up and catch him staring at her. He immediately looked away shyly and threw the towel in the corner of the room.
“Sam.”
He sighed and looked back at her.
He smiled and looked away again before silently sitting down next to her.
“Anything good on?”
She just arched her brow and he let out a nervous laugh and looked away again.
“Sam…” she whispered.
When he turned to look at her all she did was lift up her hand, fine tremors coursing through it.
His brow furrowed and his eyes shot to hers.
“You’re not the only one freaking out,” she said quietly.
He held her eyes before finally leaning in, his large hand engulfing her cheek in heat and burying his fingers within her hair.
She sighed against his kiss, before he deepened it and groaned deep in his chest.
She turned and situated herself on his lap, legs draped over his thigh to one side.
The heat from his other hand burned through her pajama pants as he held her to him.
She broke the kiss drawing in a shaky breath against his lips.
Sam just stared at her, somewhat surprised at himself for the way he just acted.
Rayne’s arm snaked around his neck and held his forehead against hers.
“Sam,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I…we…I don’t want to push…but, would you be okay with pushing the beds together?” she asked hesitantly.
He looked down, staring at his hand still resting across her leg.
When he finally met her eyes again he smiled softly, “Sure hun.”
“We don’t have to…”
“It’s okay,” he assured her, maneuvering her to the side before standing and pushing the other bed flush against the one she was still sitting dumbfounded on.
He laughed; somewhat surprised at how at ease with this whole thing he was feeling.
“It’s okay Ray.”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she nodded shakily as he climbed back on the bed and laid down next to her, watching her with a dimpled smile on his face.
She finally laughed and broke into a grin before settling down next to him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as he grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels.
Sam had somewhat switched places with Rayne by the time Dean came out of the shower, his nose buried in her neck.
Dean cracked a grin at the two of them and Rayne smiled back, turning the T.V. off.
“Hit the lights will ya babe,” she whispered.
“Sure,” Dean growled, bare feet padding over to the door and hitting the switch before climbing into the twin beds.
Rayne turned on her side, letting Dean curl up behind her as he crawled in bed.
Sam mumbled and cracked his eyes open.
“Sorry babe, just Dean getting in.”
“S’okay,” he mumbled, moving his arm to rest a little lower towards her waist so the Dean could also drape his arm over her.
Dean smirked, wondering if it was Sam’s current lack of consciousness making him so calm given the situation, or whether he really was accepting and embracing the arrangement.
When Rayne sighed and squirmed between them, both boys eyed her.
“You alright babe?” Dean rumbled, his breath ghosting across her neck and sending a shiver down her spine.
“Yea, you just…” she heaved a broken sigh. “You guys don’t realize how good it feels to be held by both of you,” she whispered, as if it was a secret that shouldn’t be told.
Dean smiled and glanced over at Sam whose eyes snapped from Rayne’s face to meet his brother’s and smiled back.
“We love you baby,” Dean once again rumbled behind her.
“Yea, we do,” Sam whispered.
She opened her eyes and stared at Sam, finally smiling and snuggling into his warmth while Dean in turn snuggled into her.
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Chapter 3
Chapter Wordcount: 716
Rayne sat stiffly on one of the twin beds, flipping through the T.V. channels, although it was quite obvious she wasn’t paying attention.
Sam finished repacking his duffle in silence, wearing a pair of cotton lounge pants and roughly tousling his hair with the towel.
He looked up and eyed Rayne cautiously, the sound of the water pounding in the shower adding a constant drone to the room.
She happened to look up and catch him staring at her. He immediately looked away shyly and threw the towel in the corner of the room.
“Sam.”
He sighed and looked back at her.
He smiled and looked away again before silently sitting down next to her.
“Anything good on?”
She just arched her brow and he let out a nervous laugh and looked away again.
“Sam…” she whispered.
When he turned to look at her all she did was lift up her hand, fine tremors coursing through it.
His brow furrowed and his eyes shot to hers.
“You’re not the only one freaking out,” she said quietly.
He held her eyes before finally leaning in, his large hand engulfing her cheek in heat and burying his fingers within her hair.
She sighed against his kiss, before he deepened it and groaned deep in his chest.
She turned and situated herself on his lap, legs draped over his thigh to one side.
The heat from his other hand burned through her pajama pants as he held her to him.
She broke the kiss drawing in a shaky breath against his lips.
Sam just stared at her, somewhat surprised at himself for the way he just acted.
Rayne’s arm snaked around his neck and held his forehead against hers.
“Sam,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I…we…I don’t want to push…but, would you be okay with pushing the beds together?” she asked hesitantly.
He looked down, staring at his hand still resting across her leg.
When he finally met her eyes again he smiled softly, “Sure hun.”
“We don’t have to…”
“It’s okay,” he assured her, maneuvering her to the side before standing and pushing the other bed flush against the one she was still sitting dumbfounded on.
He laughed; somewhat surprised at how at ease with this whole thing he was feeling.
“It’s okay Ray.”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she nodded shakily as he climbed back on the bed and laid down next to her, watching her with a dimpled smile on his face.
She finally laughed and broke into a grin before settling down next to him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as he grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels.
Sam had somewhat switched places with Rayne by the time Dean came out of the shower, his nose buried in her neck.
Dean cracked a grin at the two of them and Rayne smiled back, turning the T.V. off.
“Hit the lights will ya babe,” she whispered.
“Sure,” Dean growled, bare feet padding over to the door and hitting the switch before climbing into the twin beds.
Rayne turned on her side, letting Dean curl up behind her as he crawled in bed.
Sam mumbled and cracked his eyes open.
“Sorry babe, just Dean getting in.”
“S’okay,” he mumbled, moving his arm to rest a little lower towards her waist so the Dean could also drape his arm over her.
Dean smirked, wondering if it was Sam’s current lack of consciousness making him so calm given the situation, or whether he really was accepting and embracing the arrangement.
When Rayne sighed and squirmed between them, both boys eyed her.
“You alright babe?” Dean rumbled, his breath ghosting across her neck and sending a shiver down her spine.
“Yea, you just…” she heaved a broken sigh. “You guys don’t realize how good it feels to be held by both of you,” she whispered, as if it was a secret that shouldn’t be told.
Dean smiled and glanced over at Sam whose eyes snapped from Rayne’s face to meet his brother’s and smiled back.
“We love you baby,” Dean once again rumbled behind her.
“Yea, we do,” Sam whispered.
She opened her eyes and stared at Sam, finally smiling and snuggling into his warmth while Dean in turn snuggled into her.
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