Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala: Fic 21: Miles to Go (1/8)
Series: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Fic 21: Miles to Go
Authors: Clarkmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Chloe, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Not ours. Please don't sue, okay? Thanks. :P
Miles to Go
The baby was healthy and growing normally. Sarah didn't think she and Sam could have better news, though a part of her had known that going into her last minute doctor's appointment. Everything had gone smoothly, and even though the ultrasound hadn't revealed the sex of the child, as she was only four and a half months along, that didn't matter. Watching Sam's face light up like a Christmas tree and squeeze her hand was enough. Besides, Sarah knew she was going to have a boy, with Sam's face and her eyes, she hoped. It was something that had kept her going all day, even as she and Chloe took the day to go clothes shopping for the both of them.
"So you want to see your future nephew?" she teased and glanced at Chloe.
"Of course." She grinned and looked at her sideways, tucking some hair behind her ears.
Sarah shifted one of the bags in her hand and reached into her purse for the pictures. She beamed with pride. "He's beautiful," she whispered and handed them over.
She smiled softly, her green eyes bright. "Yes, he is." She was quiet for a moment. "Have you started thinking about names?"
"Not yet. I guess with all the insanity lately..." Sarah let her words trail off. "It's a wonder we have the time to get new clothes, ya know?"
"Yeah," Chloe agreed softly, handing the pictures back to her. "I know."
Taking the pictures back, she put them back into her purse to save for later. A quiet smile graced her lips for a moment when she imagined Sam being a father and holding their son for the first time. It was an image that had stayed with her the last couple days, especially since their lives were so uncertain.
"Oh, look. There's a baby store," she said innocently.
"Chloe," Sarah laughed and followed her into the baby store. "Shouldn't we be finding something for you right now? I mean... Victoria's Secret is just next door!" She blushed a little and wondered at the irony of the stores' positions.
A short chuckle escaped her. "I have plenty of clothes."
She picked out a boy's sleep outfit and grinned. "But now that you and Dean are finally right again..." She gave Chloe a meaningful look.
She shook her head in amusement. "I don't need Victoria's Secret. It never stays on long."
She laughed. "But knowing Dean, part of his fun is taking it off." She shook her head and thought about after she had this baby and how Sam could have his fun. When she felt Chloe wince, she laughed again. "Sorry, I know. Too much information."
"Yeah one of those drawbacks of the Vulcan Mind-Meld," she said wryly, picking up a tiny blue jumper. "God, this is adorable."
"It is, isn't it?" she whispered with wide eyes. "Aunt Chloe going to get it for the newest Winchester?"
Chloe grinned involuntarily. "I think so."
Sarah grabbed the matching blanket with the jumper and turned to her. "Then I think we've just gotten the next generation suited up," she said with a smile. Chloe seemed to finally be accepting that she was part of their little, very closely knit family. Gone were the wince and the sad eyes whenever someone had mentioned the future. Sarah was more than glad for this change: it was time Chloe and Dean learned how to live with each other, now that they had fought just about every verbal battle known to man.
She smirked and glanced at her friend sideways. "You do realize I just heard that whole internal monologue, right?" she teased, elbowing her lightly in the arm.
"Maybe I wanted you to," she giggled and headed for the customer service station to pay for her purchases. "I'm almost ready to start betting against Sam on what you two are going to fight about next."
A short chuckle escaped her. "You mean Sam tries to predict what we're gonna fight about?"
"It's something to pass the time when we're in the backseat and listening to you two go at it verbally."
Chloe smirked as she thought about how that verbal sparring was pretty much their favorite form of foreplay.
"Which is why it's nice to get out of the car and let you two go do your... thing." Sarah turned knowing eyes on Chloe after she'd paid for her purchases.
She grinned, not looking the least bit embarrassed as she took her bags from the lady behind the register and headed back out into the main part of the mall. "You know, maybe you're right. I could probably find something." She glanced toward Victoria's Secret.
Sarah laughed with amusement and grabbed Chloe's hand. They walked towards the lingerie shop quickly. "Knowing Dean, I'll bet he likes black," she quirked.
"He definitely does. He also likes red."
"So maybe... if you got something red and black, that'd probably be a good thing." She headed for a rack of two-piece teddies with those specific colors.
Chloe followed her and picked up a lacy black top, holding it up.
"Well?" Sarah whispered.
"What do you think?"
"Better question would be: what would Dean think?"
A smile tugged at her lips. She had a feeling she knew exactly what Dean would think.
"Then go buy it," Sarah urged gently with a smile.
Nodding a little, Chloe plucked a pair of red underwear--if you could call them that--off the bottom rack and headed to the counter.
Sarah smirked and watched her friend move towards the back of the store to pay for her findings. Turning, she headed out of the store and went for the nearest bench to wait for her. She sat down and let out a sigh, relieved that she had pants to fit her growing belly. She was a little saddened over the loss of her natural waistline, but Sam didn't seem to mind. A small smile curled over her lips.
Chloe joined her a few moments later, sitting beside her and watching the people that passed by them, chattering about their normal lives. "I used to wonder what normal would be like."
"And what did you decide about that?" Sarah asked, the smile falling from her face. Normal, to her, had always been boring.
A smile tugged at her lips. "What's so great about normal?"
"Coming from someone who had 'normal', there's nothing great about it." It didn't matter that at times, she wanted normal, given the dark days ahead. But then she thought about how the Winchesters, how Chloe, how their adventures had changed her life. She smiled serenely. "Nothing at all."
&&&&&
Chloe let the hot water from the motel shower soothe the last bit of remaining tension from her shoulders and neck and then stepped out of the shower, drying off quickly and raking a brush through her hair. A faint smile tugging at her lips, she pulled on the lingerie she'd bought a few hours before and slowly stepped out into the main room. Her intended victim was lying on the large bed, unaware of her presence as he watched some infomercials.
Dean yawned loudly and flipped through yet another infomercial, his eyelids growing heavy. It had been a rough day, and that had been before Ellen and Jo showed up on Bobby's doorstep unexpectedly.
No one had gotten sleep the night before, not with the four of them answering just about every kind of question this Ava girl could ask. He secretly admitted it was nice having another body on their side, though from the sounds of things, it wouldn't be enough. So when Jo had casually mentioned she teach Ava how to throw knives while Ellen wanted to help Bobby with research, Dean had readily agreed. Chloe and Sarah took off for parts unknown -- the mall maybe -- and he and Sam had left to get rooms at the nearest hotel.
So he didn't see Chloe at first when the bathroom door slid open and she walked out. Didn't notice the way her hips swayed beneath the bit of lace and sheer fabric, because he was too busy trying to fall asleep. "Chlo?" he whispered.
"You bored?" she teased lightly.
He pried his eyes open and smirked at the screen, the objects dancing brightly against the darkened room. "No, watching people cut up things with sharp knives is fun." He glanced at her. And every fiber of his being jolted awake.
A seductive smile curled her lips. "Guess this means I have your attention."
"If that was what you were going for," he said absently. The black fabric barely covered her breasts. He could make out her already hardened nipples beneath the fabric, and it tormented him. He sat up on the bed and looked her over slowly, need curling in his stomach.
Warmth swept over her at the look in his eyes and she approached him slowly, enjoying the expression that flickered over his face. "It was," she whispered, sitting down on his lap.
"And how that you have it?" he quipped and let his gaze trail up her body until it collided with her amused, lusty eyes. His hands went to her waist and gently squeezed.
"Well, I was sort of planning on having my way with you," she teased, nipping lightly at his earlobe.
His fingers dug into her hips to urge her on. "Which involves what?" he rasped with a chuckle. His growing hardness pressed against her thigh.
"Mmm." She lowered her lips to his neck, kissing him there and pressing her hips against his a little more firmly. "Guess you'll have to find out."
He groaned and slid his hands underneath the filmy fabric to caress her stomach. He leaned into her kisses and felt the heat rise to his skin. "You get this today?"
"Good guess. You like?" She nuzzled his neck again, sliding her hands up beneath his shirt and caressing his back.
With a growl in his throat, Dean moved Chloe onto her back and looked at her beautiful body. "One way of putting it." He kissed her soft, pliant lips and stroked her arms as he settled himself over top of her.
She smiled, her green eyes bright as she slid her fingers through his hair. "I love you."
He smirked. "Not possible," he teased between kisses. "I love you more than you love me."
"So says you," she teased back, slipping his shirt off over his head and discarding it onto the floor.
"Hell yeah, so says me." He made a sound when he felt her lips on his chest and felt her body writhe beneath his. "Couldn't possibly love me more."
"Don't bet the farm on that, Winchester," she whispered.
"If I had a farm to bet, I would," he replied, confidant. And yelped when she bit down on his nipple.
She pressed her hands against his chest and flipped them so she was on top, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "You'd lose."
He chuckled and ran his hands up her stomach and cupped her beasts. "I doubt that," he whispered, flicking his thumbs against her taut peaks.
"I don't." She shuddered a little, closing her eyes for a moment at the sensation.
He caressed her flesh slowly and watched her face, flushed with arousal and pleasure. The lights from the television framed her figure, giving her an ethereal look. Her blonde hair glowed with a light he thought might have come from heaven itself. "Chloe," he whispered.
She leaned down, brushing her lips against his softly, then deepening the kiss, her hands resting against his chest.
He dug one hand into her hair and held her close to him as they kissed hungrily. His other hand moved to the back clasp of her teddy.
She groaned when Dean's cell phone rang.
"No, we're ignoring it," he protested and went back to kissing her. It stopped ringing and he smirked beneath her kisses.
She shifted against him, kissing her way down his chest and reaching for his boxers.
He moved his hips against her, pressing himself into her palm, when his cell chirped again. "Fuck!" he roared with frustration.
"Ignore it," she said with a grin, reaching over and turning the volume off.
He caught a flash of the screen and took the phone from her. It's Missouri, he thought and looked at her regretfully. "Missouri," he said into the phone, his free hand squeezing Chloe's breast.
She groaned softly and slowly rolled off him. "Better take it then."
"This had better be good, Missouri."
"Where are you?" Her voice was grave, serious.
Somewhere between second base and home, he thought wryly and looked heatedly at Chloe. "Near Bobby's. Why?"
"You need to come to Lawrence."
He groaned. That was the last place he wanted to be. Ever. Too much evil and wrong had been done there. Too much pain. Too many memories of a life he should've had but didn't. "Why?" he repeated and sat up with a deep frown.
Chloe looked at him worriedly, her eyes searching his face.
"Because all hell's about to break loose."
Fuck. "You mean, the demon's decided to take us home and kick our collective asses?" He scooted off the bed and grabbed his discarded shirt.
"Just get here. Because this war's about to start."
"Yes, ma'am, we'll be there in a day or two," he said and flipped the phone shut. He sighed and looked at Chloe. "We gotta go." He pulled her from the bed and against his still-naked chest, into a warm embrace.
She slid her arms around him, feeling his heart pounding rapidly against her breast. She slid her fingers through his hair and pulled away just enough to look at him. "It's gonna be okay."
"You promise?" he whispered and brushed his lips against hers. He wasn't ready for this, didn't want to go home. His thoughts swirled in a riot of what if scenarios he couldn't afford to contemplate. He took a deep breath and let Chloe's presence soothe him.
"I promise," she whispered back. "I have a feeling."
He looked down at her. "So what's your feeling say, Jennifer Love Hewitt?" he teased with a smile.
"That we're gonna be just fine," she said honestly, gazing into his eyes.
"You know what would make me finer?" His hand caressed her back.
"What's that?"
"Making love to you right now," he growled and captured her lips in a hot, heart-stopping kiss.
She groaned softly, lifting a hand to his cheek. "Take me away," she whispered.
He scooped her into his arms and moved back towards the bed quickly. Missouri's urgent warning rang in the back of his mind, but for the moment, he wanted to lose himself in Chloe's warmth and love. Because he wondered when they'd be together, alone, again.
&&&&&
Sam glanced at Sarah as he stuffed another shirt into his suitcase. The call from Missouri - the one he was sure Dean had gotten as well - had unsettled him. And it affected Sarah in a way he didn’t like at all. His gaze lingered on her tense body as she set about packing silently. "Hey."
She didn't look up at him, but instead kept her eyes focused on putting the last of her things into the suitcase. Her mental wall was firmly up so he couldn't hear her thoughts. No one should have to listen to them, not when they were about to walk into hell itself.
"Sarah." His voice was soft and he slowly moved over to where she stood, sliding his arms around her from behind.
She leaned back against him, her eyes shut tightly. His hands gently caressed the growing lump that was their son and she bit back a tearful shudder. "Yeah," she whispered.
"It's gonna be okay," he whispered against her hair, pressing a kiss to her neck.
Easy thing for him to say, she thought and rested her head back against the massive wall of his chest. Her laugh was small and bitter. "Maybe, maybe not, Sam."
"It will be." He rested his chin atop her head.
She bit back a loud sob. "Oh yeah? So when the yellow eyed demon blasts you to hell, our son and I will still live to see another day?" She turned around and glared at him, an accusation in her eyes to mask the unbearable thought of losing him.
He gazed at her, sadness in his eyes. Then he lifted a hand to her cheek. "Do you trust me?" His voice was quiet.
"How can you ask me that?" she whispered brokenly and ran her hands up his arms. "You know I do, Sam."
"Then I need you to trust me when I say it's gonna be okay."
She shook with the force of Sam's commanding voice. Sarah had never heard him so sure of anything in her life. "But what if you...?" She looked into his beautiful hazel green eyes and wanted to cry.
"I won't," he said firmly, holding her gaze. "I promise you."
Tears slipped down her cheeks, and Sarah buried her face into Sam's chest suddenly. Her knees literally shook with weakness. "I don't know... if I can... d-do th-this," she stammered and clung to him. Maybe it was a moment of hormonal weakness, as she often found herself at times crying for absolutely no reason. But the image of Sam lying dead on the ground would not leave her alone.
He slid his hands through her hair, pulling her closer to him. "You can do this," he whispered. "Because you're strong. Because I need you."
Sarah wound her arms around him and wept. As much as he needed her, she knew she needed him more. Being on the road with Sam Winchester had been eye opening, surprising, and completely wonderful. Never had she imagined the life they could have when he first walked into her life a couple years ago. And she couldn't imagine not having Sam around for a very, very long time.
I love you so much, she thought and let her mental walls fall.
I love you too. And it's gonna be all right. I'm not gonna leave you. Either of you. He rested a hand on her stomach.
Promise me.
"I swear," Sam whispered, gazing at her intently.
"Sam," Sarah swallowed hard. "I'm scared. I mean, scared to death that something's going to happen to one of us." In that moment, she felt incredibly guilty and selfish for being the only person among the lot of them for having an invulnerability spell cast of her. It seemed so unfair.
"Hey. Don't do that," he chided softly, touching her cheek again. "The fact that you and the baby are safe will help the three of us to concentrate on what we have to do."
"And I want to help, too," she whispered, "but it's still not fair. Not for any of us."
Sam kissed her gently, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers. It's gonna be okay.
It had better be okay, she thought to herself and pulled him closer. Because if any of them died, she would make damn sure that demon would pay for it.
Fic 21: Miles to Go
Authors: Clarkmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Chloe, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Not ours. Please don't sue, okay? Thanks. :P
Miles to Go
The baby was healthy and growing normally. Sarah didn't think she and Sam could have better news, though a part of her had known that going into her last minute doctor's appointment. Everything had gone smoothly, and even though the ultrasound hadn't revealed the sex of the child, as she was only four and a half months along, that didn't matter. Watching Sam's face light up like a Christmas tree and squeeze her hand was enough. Besides, Sarah knew she was going to have a boy, with Sam's face and her eyes, she hoped. It was something that had kept her going all day, even as she and Chloe took the day to go clothes shopping for the both of them.
"So you want to see your future nephew?" she teased and glanced at Chloe.
"Of course." She grinned and looked at her sideways, tucking some hair behind her ears.
Sarah shifted one of the bags in her hand and reached into her purse for the pictures. She beamed with pride. "He's beautiful," she whispered and handed them over.
She smiled softly, her green eyes bright. "Yes, he is." She was quiet for a moment. "Have you started thinking about names?"
"Not yet. I guess with all the insanity lately..." Sarah let her words trail off. "It's a wonder we have the time to get new clothes, ya know?"
"Yeah," Chloe agreed softly, handing the pictures back to her. "I know."
Taking the pictures back, she put them back into her purse to save for later. A quiet smile graced her lips for a moment when she imagined Sam being a father and holding their son for the first time. It was an image that had stayed with her the last couple days, especially since their lives were so uncertain.
"Oh, look. There's a baby store," she said innocently.
"Chloe," Sarah laughed and followed her into the baby store. "Shouldn't we be finding something for you right now? I mean... Victoria's Secret is just next door!" She blushed a little and wondered at the irony of the stores' positions.
A short chuckle escaped her. "I have plenty of clothes."
She picked out a boy's sleep outfit and grinned. "But now that you and Dean are finally right again..." She gave Chloe a meaningful look.
She shook her head in amusement. "I don't need Victoria's Secret. It never stays on long."
She laughed. "But knowing Dean, part of his fun is taking it off." She shook her head and thought about after she had this baby and how Sam could have his fun. When she felt Chloe wince, she laughed again. "Sorry, I know. Too much information."
"Yeah one of those drawbacks of the Vulcan Mind-Meld," she said wryly, picking up a tiny blue jumper. "God, this is adorable."
"It is, isn't it?" she whispered with wide eyes. "Aunt Chloe going to get it for the newest Winchester?"
Chloe grinned involuntarily. "I think so."
Sarah grabbed the matching blanket with the jumper and turned to her. "Then I think we've just gotten the next generation suited up," she said with a smile. Chloe seemed to finally be accepting that she was part of their little, very closely knit family. Gone were the wince and the sad eyes whenever someone had mentioned the future. Sarah was more than glad for this change: it was time Chloe and Dean learned how to live with each other, now that they had fought just about every verbal battle known to man.
She smirked and glanced at her friend sideways. "You do realize I just heard that whole internal monologue, right?" she teased, elbowing her lightly in the arm.
"Maybe I wanted you to," she giggled and headed for the customer service station to pay for her purchases. "I'm almost ready to start betting against Sam on what you two are going to fight about next."
A short chuckle escaped her. "You mean Sam tries to predict what we're gonna fight about?"
"It's something to pass the time when we're in the backseat and listening to you two go at it verbally."
Chloe smirked as she thought about how that verbal sparring was pretty much their favorite form of foreplay.
"Which is why it's nice to get out of the car and let you two go do your... thing." Sarah turned knowing eyes on Chloe after she'd paid for her purchases.
She grinned, not looking the least bit embarrassed as she took her bags from the lady behind the register and headed back out into the main part of the mall. "You know, maybe you're right. I could probably find something." She glanced toward Victoria's Secret.
Sarah laughed with amusement and grabbed Chloe's hand. They walked towards the lingerie shop quickly. "Knowing Dean, I'll bet he likes black," she quirked.
"He definitely does. He also likes red."
"So maybe... if you got something red and black, that'd probably be a good thing." She headed for a rack of two-piece teddies with those specific colors.
Chloe followed her and picked up a lacy black top, holding it up.
"Well?" Sarah whispered.
"What do you think?"
"Better question would be: what would Dean think?"
A smile tugged at her lips. She had a feeling she knew exactly what Dean would think.
"Then go buy it," Sarah urged gently with a smile.
Nodding a little, Chloe plucked a pair of red underwear--if you could call them that--off the bottom rack and headed to the counter.
Sarah smirked and watched her friend move towards the back of the store to pay for her findings. Turning, she headed out of the store and went for the nearest bench to wait for her. She sat down and let out a sigh, relieved that she had pants to fit her growing belly. She was a little saddened over the loss of her natural waistline, but Sam didn't seem to mind. A small smile curled over her lips.
Chloe joined her a few moments later, sitting beside her and watching the people that passed by them, chattering about their normal lives. "I used to wonder what normal would be like."
"And what did you decide about that?" Sarah asked, the smile falling from her face. Normal, to her, had always been boring.
A smile tugged at her lips. "What's so great about normal?"
"Coming from someone who had 'normal', there's nothing great about it." It didn't matter that at times, she wanted normal, given the dark days ahead. But then she thought about how the Winchesters, how Chloe, how their adventures had changed her life. She smiled serenely. "Nothing at all."
&&&&&
Chloe let the hot water from the motel shower soothe the last bit of remaining tension from her shoulders and neck and then stepped out of the shower, drying off quickly and raking a brush through her hair. A faint smile tugging at her lips, she pulled on the lingerie she'd bought a few hours before and slowly stepped out into the main room. Her intended victim was lying on the large bed, unaware of her presence as he watched some infomercials.
Dean yawned loudly and flipped through yet another infomercial, his eyelids growing heavy. It had been a rough day, and that had been before Ellen and Jo showed up on Bobby's doorstep unexpectedly.
No one had gotten sleep the night before, not with the four of them answering just about every kind of question this Ava girl could ask. He secretly admitted it was nice having another body on their side, though from the sounds of things, it wouldn't be enough. So when Jo had casually mentioned she teach Ava how to throw knives while Ellen wanted to help Bobby with research, Dean had readily agreed. Chloe and Sarah took off for parts unknown -- the mall maybe -- and he and Sam had left to get rooms at the nearest hotel.
So he didn't see Chloe at first when the bathroom door slid open and she walked out. Didn't notice the way her hips swayed beneath the bit of lace and sheer fabric, because he was too busy trying to fall asleep. "Chlo?" he whispered.
"You bored?" she teased lightly.
He pried his eyes open and smirked at the screen, the objects dancing brightly against the darkened room. "No, watching people cut up things with sharp knives is fun." He glanced at her. And every fiber of his being jolted awake.
A seductive smile curled her lips. "Guess this means I have your attention."
"If that was what you were going for," he said absently. The black fabric barely covered her breasts. He could make out her already hardened nipples beneath the fabric, and it tormented him. He sat up on the bed and looked her over slowly, need curling in his stomach.
Warmth swept over her at the look in his eyes and she approached him slowly, enjoying the expression that flickered over his face. "It was," she whispered, sitting down on his lap.
"And how that you have it?" he quipped and let his gaze trail up her body until it collided with her amused, lusty eyes. His hands went to her waist and gently squeezed.
"Well, I was sort of planning on having my way with you," she teased, nipping lightly at his earlobe.
His fingers dug into her hips to urge her on. "Which involves what?" he rasped with a chuckle. His growing hardness pressed against her thigh.
"Mmm." She lowered her lips to his neck, kissing him there and pressing her hips against his a little more firmly. "Guess you'll have to find out."
He groaned and slid his hands underneath the filmy fabric to caress her stomach. He leaned into her kisses and felt the heat rise to his skin. "You get this today?"
"Good guess. You like?" She nuzzled his neck again, sliding her hands up beneath his shirt and caressing his back.
With a growl in his throat, Dean moved Chloe onto her back and looked at her beautiful body. "One way of putting it." He kissed her soft, pliant lips and stroked her arms as he settled himself over top of her.
She smiled, her green eyes bright as she slid her fingers through his hair. "I love you."
He smirked. "Not possible," he teased between kisses. "I love you more than you love me."
"So says you," she teased back, slipping his shirt off over his head and discarding it onto the floor.
"Hell yeah, so says me." He made a sound when he felt her lips on his chest and felt her body writhe beneath his. "Couldn't possibly love me more."
"Don't bet the farm on that, Winchester," she whispered.
"If I had a farm to bet, I would," he replied, confidant. And yelped when she bit down on his nipple.
She pressed her hands against his chest and flipped them so she was on top, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "You'd lose."
He chuckled and ran his hands up her stomach and cupped her beasts. "I doubt that," he whispered, flicking his thumbs against her taut peaks.
"I don't." She shuddered a little, closing her eyes for a moment at the sensation.
He caressed her flesh slowly and watched her face, flushed with arousal and pleasure. The lights from the television framed her figure, giving her an ethereal look. Her blonde hair glowed with a light he thought might have come from heaven itself. "Chloe," he whispered.
She leaned down, brushing her lips against his softly, then deepening the kiss, her hands resting against his chest.
He dug one hand into her hair and held her close to him as they kissed hungrily. His other hand moved to the back clasp of her teddy.
She groaned when Dean's cell phone rang.
"No, we're ignoring it," he protested and went back to kissing her. It stopped ringing and he smirked beneath her kisses.
She shifted against him, kissing her way down his chest and reaching for his boxers.
He moved his hips against her, pressing himself into her palm, when his cell chirped again. "Fuck!" he roared with frustration.
"Ignore it," she said with a grin, reaching over and turning the volume off.
He caught a flash of the screen and took the phone from her. It's Missouri, he thought and looked at her regretfully. "Missouri," he said into the phone, his free hand squeezing Chloe's breast.
She groaned softly and slowly rolled off him. "Better take it then."
"This had better be good, Missouri."
"Where are you?" Her voice was grave, serious.
Somewhere between second base and home, he thought wryly and looked heatedly at Chloe. "Near Bobby's. Why?"
"You need to come to Lawrence."
He groaned. That was the last place he wanted to be. Ever. Too much evil and wrong had been done there. Too much pain. Too many memories of a life he should've had but didn't. "Why?" he repeated and sat up with a deep frown.
Chloe looked at him worriedly, her eyes searching his face.
"Because all hell's about to break loose."
Fuck. "You mean, the demon's decided to take us home and kick our collective asses?" He scooted off the bed and grabbed his discarded shirt.
"Just get here. Because this war's about to start."
"Yes, ma'am, we'll be there in a day or two," he said and flipped the phone shut. He sighed and looked at Chloe. "We gotta go." He pulled her from the bed and against his still-naked chest, into a warm embrace.
She slid her arms around him, feeling his heart pounding rapidly against her breast. She slid her fingers through his hair and pulled away just enough to look at him. "It's gonna be okay."
"You promise?" he whispered and brushed his lips against hers. He wasn't ready for this, didn't want to go home. His thoughts swirled in a riot of what if scenarios he couldn't afford to contemplate. He took a deep breath and let Chloe's presence soothe him.
"I promise," she whispered back. "I have a feeling."
He looked down at her. "So what's your feeling say, Jennifer Love Hewitt?" he teased with a smile.
"That we're gonna be just fine," she said honestly, gazing into his eyes.
"You know what would make me finer?" His hand caressed her back.
"What's that?"
"Making love to you right now," he growled and captured her lips in a hot, heart-stopping kiss.
She groaned softly, lifting a hand to his cheek. "Take me away," she whispered.
He scooped her into his arms and moved back towards the bed quickly. Missouri's urgent warning rang in the back of his mind, but for the moment, he wanted to lose himself in Chloe's warmth and love. Because he wondered when they'd be together, alone, again.
&&&&&
Sam glanced at Sarah as he stuffed another shirt into his suitcase. The call from Missouri - the one he was sure Dean had gotten as well - had unsettled him. And it affected Sarah in a way he didn’t like at all. His gaze lingered on her tense body as she set about packing silently. "Hey."
She didn't look up at him, but instead kept her eyes focused on putting the last of her things into the suitcase. Her mental wall was firmly up so he couldn't hear her thoughts. No one should have to listen to them, not when they were about to walk into hell itself.
"Sarah." His voice was soft and he slowly moved over to where she stood, sliding his arms around her from behind.
She leaned back against him, her eyes shut tightly. His hands gently caressed the growing lump that was their son and she bit back a tearful shudder. "Yeah," she whispered.
"It's gonna be okay," he whispered against her hair, pressing a kiss to her neck.
Easy thing for him to say, she thought and rested her head back against the massive wall of his chest. Her laugh was small and bitter. "Maybe, maybe not, Sam."
"It will be." He rested his chin atop her head.
She bit back a loud sob. "Oh yeah? So when the yellow eyed demon blasts you to hell, our son and I will still live to see another day?" She turned around and glared at him, an accusation in her eyes to mask the unbearable thought of losing him.
He gazed at her, sadness in his eyes. Then he lifted a hand to her cheek. "Do you trust me?" His voice was quiet.
"How can you ask me that?" she whispered brokenly and ran her hands up his arms. "You know I do, Sam."
"Then I need you to trust me when I say it's gonna be okay."
She shook with the force of Sam's commanding voice. Sarah had never heard him so sure of anything in her life. "But what if you...?" She looked into his beautiful hazel green eyes and wanted to cry.
"I won't," he said firmly, holding her gaze. "I promise you."
Tears slipped down her cheeks, and Sarah buried her face into Sam's chest suddenly. Her knees literally shook with weakness. "I don't know... if I can... d-do th-this," she stammered and clung to him. Maybe it was a moment of hormonal weakness, as she often found herself at times crying for absolutely no reason. But the image of Sam lying dead on the ground would not leave her alone.
He slid his hands through her hair, pulling her closer to him. "You can do this," he whispered. "Because you're strong. Because I need you."
Sarah wound her arms around him and wept. As much as he needed her, she knew she needed him more. Being on the road with Sam Winchester had been eye opening, surprising, and completely wonderful. Never had she imagined the life they could have when he first walked into her life a couple years ago. And she couldn't imagine not having Sam around for a very, very long time.
I love you so much, she thought and let her mental walls fall.
I love you too. And it's gonna be all right. I'm not gonna leave you. Either of you. He rested a hand on her stomach.
Promise me.
"I swear," Sam whispered, gazing at her intently.
"Sam," Sarah swallowed hard. "I'm scared. I mean, scared to death that something's going to happen to one of us." In that moment, she felt incredibly guilty and selfish for being the only person among the lot of them for having an invulnerability spell cast of her. It seemed so unfair.
"Hey. Don't do that," he chided softly, touching her cheek again. "The fact that you and the baby are safe will help the three of us to concentrate on what we have to do."
"And I want to help, too," she whispered, "but it's still not fair. Not for any of us."
Sam kissed her gently, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers. It's gonna be okay.
It had better be okay, she thought to herself and pulled him closer. Because if any of them died, she would make damn sure that demon would pay for it.