Date: Mon, 6 Jan 2014 02:34:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Timothy Brown <theblackcat5679@yahoo.com>
Subject: Supernatural To Boot /Part 1/Gay Slash

Disclaimers: This story is fictional and isn't meant to suggest any true
sexualities of any of the actors or characters created originally by the WB
or the CW network in which this story centers around. The only rights I own
is to the characters I make up, not including Sam, Dean, and Castiel.

~Sorry it's been a while, school has been crazy. I hope I still have some
fans out there. To the Supernatural fans out there, I'm trying my best to
keep some of the stuff as close to the show as possible. Forgive me if I
get some things wrong.~

Supernatural To Boot

What has happened to me, why has this happened to us. My family is dead and
there is nothing I can do to change that. The bodies reek of cold rotten
flesh, a mother and a father forever frozen in their torment. There is
nothing but the icy realization that everything I've grown to know has been
stripped away from me.

(A Little Introduction)

            My name is Tim, but I prefer to be called Timothy and I have a
special talent, a gift if you will. I'm what is known as a seer. I can see
past, present and, what has yet come to be. Every seer chooses their
singular method of how they show their sights, some use the tarot, while
other less noble seer's use infomercials. I myself use a very unique way to
express what I see. I use my inner artistic skills, I draw and paint the
scenes that I see. I was trained by my parents who were both seers and very
powerful. The gauge of power is described through classes, that range from
1 to 6. My parents were class 5 and by genetics, I should be a class 5 as
well. I'm strong enough to see, but only through contact and or in my
sleep. I didn't see what was going to happen to my parents, and it wasn't
until I met an Angel that certain things were explained.

            *To describe myself I would say that I'm average, I've got a
curvy shape, standing at 6'2", stocky build, black hair, and hazel
eyes. I'm not a model, nor am I a monster, but I've never really fit in
anywhere. My parents home schooled me after 8th grade because of how bad
the bullying got. Being a tall 8th grader was one thing, but being one that
was gay was too much for some kids to pass up. The teasing got really bad,
so I was removed from school.*

Chapter 1

            The room was cold and dark, the only light came from the
television set giving the flesh a fluorescent pale effect. The emptiness in
the living room matched how I now felt inside. I shed a few tears, but I
hid most of the pain away, I had to be strong now. At this point I was
trying to figure out what was I going to do, where was I going to go. In my
thoughts, I noticed all the lights within the house began to illuminate,
the light grew so intense that it was now difficult to see. I shielded my
eyes and soon after the light dissipated there was a nagging feeling deep
within me that I was no longer alone in the room.

            "Who's there, why are you here?"

            "Calm yourself, I mean you no harm. My name is Castiel."

            I remembered hearing that name before. My father had mentioned
it numerous times to my mother. Castiel the Angel, one of the messengers of
God. So here I was looking at the figure that was suppose to be Castiel. It
was only after I turned on the living room light that I saw the angel for
what he was. Castiel's chosen form was beautiful, solemn and slightly
depressed, dressed in a business suit. After everything, it was his eyes
that captured me, they were the purest blue, reminding me of the Hawaiian
sea. He smirked as he spoke,

            "Are you hurt? I am sorry we had to meet under these
circumstances. I've been watching you for some time and was hoping that you
would be better prepared if something like this was to happen, but
unfortunately things don't always go to plan."

            "I'm fine, Castiel. You are an angel correct?"

            "I am."

            "What did you mean when you said you were hoping I was better
prepared?"

            "Those answers will come soon, I'm waiting on a few friends to
arrive first. In fact I believe they're pulling into the driveway right
now."

            Sure enough, I could hear a car pulling up to the house. It
took only a few moments before the door opened and in strolled two men. The
first had medium length hair, and the other had closer to a crew cut. When
they looked down and my slain parents, then at Castiel, they nodded in
understanding.

            "Timothy, this is Sam (the one with medium length hair) and
this is Dean (the one with the crew cut). They are the Winchesters,
hunters, and friends of your parents. I've asked them here so they can take
you, watch over you and train you for what is going to happen."

            With a confused expression, "what is going to happen?"

            "Come here." Castiel said.

            He reached out his hand, letting me use my gift to see what he
was talking about. I firmly grasped his hand and felt my eyes glaze over in
white, what I saw will haunt me forever. Literally hell on Earth, the rise
of Lucifer and the destruction of Heaven and all who reside. The skies
scorched in red and brown, the foliage burned away, humanity chained
together and beaten (When I'm in the seeing mode, my eyes turn white and my
voice is deepened.)

            *"The gates of hell have opened on Earth, Heaven is stripped of
its glory and all of humanity will die, but will be unable to move
on. Death is the future."*

            I ripped my hand from Castiel,

            "No more, oh God no more. All those people, all that pain."

            "That is what will come to pass if you, Sam and Dean don't
succeed in keeping Lucifer from opening the gates. They need your help,
they need your gifts. I ask you will you help them, will you help
humanity. I understand with what you have lost that it is unfair to ask
this of you, but Heaven and Earth need you."

            I looked upon the bodies of my parents. A few tears dropped,
but I couldn't allow anymore. I took a deep breath and thought about what
I'd seen. What would my parents say to me if I didn't help. I know what
they would have done in my place. I looked at the three men, the once named
Sam hada tear in his eye, while Dean seemed uneasy about the situation. I
nodded my head.

            "I will help with everything I have, but I have two
conditions."

            Castiel seemed a little stunned.

            "And they are?"

            "First, cremate my parents bodies and send the ashes into the
sea. I know that's what they would want. Second, erase their faces from the
town, mine as well. I don't want anyone to ask questions. Can you do that?"

            Castiel nodded, "of course."

            I looked down at the bodies and saw them disappear, all that
was left was the blood stains which soon after disappeared. It was as if
nothing had ever happened, but it had. Castiel said that he had to go, but
told the Winchesters that they knew what they needed to do. I looked at Sam
and Dean and then back at Castiel, but he was gone. Both guys came up to
me, Sam spoke first.

            "I'm sorry for your loss, my brother and I know what it feels
like to loose parents. We can give you guidance, and strength. Even though
the circumstances are painful, it is nice to meet you Tim."

            "Thank you for you kind words. You can call me Timothy."

            I shook his hand, seeing into his heart. After I let go I
smiled, "the two of you really care for each other. I'm saddened to say
that I'm a little jealous that I don't have a brother."

            Dean came up to me next,

            "We should get going soon. Do you have a backpack that you can
put some of your stuff in?"

            "Yeah down the hall."

            The two followed me as I went to my bedroom. My walls were
covered with drawings, paintings and posters of classic movies. I grabbed
some clothes and most importantly my pen and pencil case with my large
sketchbook. Dean and Sam were looking at my drawings. Sam was looking at my
re-creation of the Brunelleschi dome done in conte and charcoal, while Dean
was staring at my study of a 1963 Lincoln Continental.

            Dean spoke, "Dude this is amazing."

            "Thank you, you can have it if you want. I don't have any use
for it now. Sam, you can have the Dome as well."

            Sam was shocked, "you sure?"

            "Yeah go ahead."

            I watched as they removed the images and rolled them up for
protection. It was at that moment that I experienced something new, I was
getting a vision which never happen without contact or coming to me in a
dream. I held onto my desk to steady myself, my voice deepened and my eyes
glazed over.

            *"The living room, a demon, coming to collect me."*

            Sam and Dean grabbed guns from their coats, while I followed
behind. The living room was quiet, my visions were never wrong. I almost
second guessed myself, until out of nowhere a man lunged at Dean.

            "Give me the seer and you live."

            "Yeah stud that's not going to happen."

            Sam was aiming his gun, but before he could fire, Dean was
thrown into him. We all tumbled down. Sam lifted himself up and shot the
demon, wounding him in the thigh. After Dean got to his feet, he holstered
his gun and pulled out a knife. It was serrated and had a font inlaid into
it that I'd never seen before. The demon laughed as he once again knocked
them both down, it wasn't until he came up to me that I began to feel fear.

            "You're coming with me seer."

            "No I'm not."

            Dean was getting up when the demon was grabbing onto me. The
glimpse of what I saw made my head burn in agony. It was death and a room
full of people suspended by hooks and chains. Dean heard my scream, it
wasn't until I watched him plunge his knife into the demons chest that the
burning stopped. The demon wailed in agony, and soon after a fog of black
smoke flew from his mouth and the body fell to the floor. I knew little how
demons operated, but what I did know is how they would take control of
their chosen person, using their bodies as meat suits. Both Sam and Dean
were cleaning themselves off when I turned to them.

            "I've never had a vision like that. Never instantaneous."

            "Possibly with the passing of your parents, you're getting
stronger." Sam hypothesized.

            "Sammy, Timothy as fun as this is, we need to get on the road."

            "Okay."

            So with that we left. I got into the back seat of Dean's
impressive Impala and we were off. It wasn't long down the highway before I
fell asleep, and a dream came to me. Lucifer was gaining strength, he was
trying his hardest to crawl from the pits of hell and rise. He spoke to me.

            "I need your gifts seer. Be on my side, you don't want to end
up like your parents do you? You will have a seat at my table and a place
in my bed."

            "Lucifer, father of lies and deceit. You will stay where you
are, you will never reign on Earth and I will never help you."

            He became enraged. "I will strip the skin from your flesh. If I
can't use you than I will destroy you." His hand became a collection of
talon-like claws and I watched as he slashed at my arm, "You will die seer,
but not before I have my way with you."

            "Stay in Hell you miserable piece of...." I soon was screaming
as he slashed at my flesh. My screams echoed, but suddenly the pain went
away and I opened my eyes to Sam holding me, while Dean was staring at me
like he'd seen a ghost.

            "Timothy, you in Hell weren't you?"

            "I think so, what happened?"

            Dean spoke, "We thought you were asleep, when suddenly you rose
up and spoke. Your eyes all white, you were speaking with Lucifer. The
conversation was one sided on our end, but we figured it was getting bad so
I pulled over and Sam crawled in the back to wake you up."

            "I just need a few minutes to produce my visions. Give me a
second."

            The two brothers watched as I pulled out a pen and my
sketchbook. My hands feathered over the pages and began my quickened
drawings. Remembering what I saw and what was going to happen if we
failed. Lucifer gagging himself out of the soil to reign on Earth. Heaven
falling and the Angels burning as they crash to the ground. It took me
about 10 minutes to draw out my vision, which I presented to Sam and Dean.

            "This is how Lucifer will appear as he rises from Hell. This is
his kingdom on Earth, and what will follow if we don't win."

            The two looked at the drawings, trying to see if there was
anything that will be helpful. There was nothing that would help at this
moment. Dean started the engine while Sam remained in the back seat with me
and asked if he could look over my drawings. I nodded and sat next to him
feeling the heat coming from him. I'd be lying if I said both Winchesters
weren't attractive, but sadly they were the type that I couldn't have. Sam
started from the beginning, seeing random images of people, there were a
few of me in class getting good grades on tests, but soon he came to the
bad parts of my visions. The bullying, the teasing, the fear, the hatred. I
released it all in my drawings, that's all I was able to do. My parents
couldn't help, and honestly I didn't want to bother them with my problems.

            "These are sad Timothy, it's like I'm watching you get hurt."
Sam said.

            "It's a part of life I guess. I'm sure you and Dean got into
fights, I'm sure you teased each other."

            Dean spoke up, "yeah, but we're brothers, we're family, it's
different. To be teased by strangers, by people who are not family, that's
bullshit, and I would protect Sammy and all costs."

            "I guess that's true, but it's easy to bully someone who is
different, it hurts more when it's something out of your control. I can
handle remarks about my weight, that's typical. But the bullying about my
sexuality, I can't control that, I can't not be gay. I've tried. But I've
forgiven alot of those bullies because I saw what there lives were
like. Three of them came from broken homes, with abusive parents. My
visions kind of give me another form of understanding."

            "Yeah but that doesn't justify them hurting you."

            "I've gotten past it. I bury it away, just like my parents. If
I break down, what's the point?"

            "That's not healthy Timothy." Sam said.

            "I know, but that's the way it is."

            Sam finished going through my book, smiling at images of birds
and the ocean. We'd been driving for hours it seemed before Dean tuned off
the road and headed to a small motel in the middle of nowhere. We both got
out, and I offered to help pay the bill.

            "Keep your money." Dean said.

            After a few minutes Dean came out of the office and said that
we were in room 15. I grabbed my bag and helped Sam carry a large duffel
into the room. There were two queen beds, a small closet, and a
bathroom. Dean claimed one of the beds, while Sam looked at me.

            "Timothy you can have the other bed."

            "No it's okay, I'm going to sleep on floor. It's fine."

            "Are you sure?"

            "Yeah. I'm going to take a shower unless you guys want to go
first."

            "No go ahead."

            So I headed into the bathroom and left the door slightly
ajar. I turned on the light, seeing the bright room, listening to a slight
hum from the bulb. It was after a few moments that I heard my name
mentioned.

            *"Dean what do you think, he hasn't cried at all. It's like
he's cutting himself off from emotion." "I think he's going to pop and
soon. I like the kid and I want to make sure me follow through with what we
agreed to. Sad he doesn't have anyone." Dean said.

            I turned on the shower and stripped off my old clothes. The
water got hot and steam began to fill the room. I slid open the curtain and
stepped in, using one of the soap packages to clean my body. I tried to
focus on anything else, but what I'd heard. I finished pretty quick, not
wanted to take all the hot water. After drying off, I pull on an old
concert teeshirt and black gym shorts. I pulled my deodorant and body spray
out of my bag and applied a good amount. I finished up and re-entered the
room to find only Sam on the other bed, with his laptop.

            "Dean went out to get some food."

            "Oh okay."

            I laid my stuff down on the floor in the corner, and pulled out
my sketchbook. I began to doodle, but was startled when Sam spoke.

            "Timothy if you want we can share the bed. I don't feel right
seeing you on the floor."

            "You sure?"

            "Yeah come on."

            Sam moved over as I sat down on the bed next to him. I
continued my sketching, while he was searching online. I could feel Sam
next to me, his warmth. It felt nice to be next to someone. The minutes
went by before Sam got up and said he was going to take a shower before
Dean came back and hogged all the water. I nodded and watched as he took
off his boots and shirt, heading to the bathroom. His back muscles shown
off, making me drool slightly. I turned my attention back to my paper. He
left the door open, which from the bed I could see him pulling down his
pants, showing off his amazing ass. He lifted up and caught my eyes, before
I looked back down. I had to tell myself to think about something else. I
could feel my body get warm, and the stirring in my crotch wasn't
helpful. I tried to concentrate on my drawing, but after I heard the shower
turn off and Sam come out in only a small towel I thought I was going to
pass out. His body was beautiful, not chiseled which I found typical and
boring, but lightly defined. His wet hair was combed back and stuck to his
head. He smiled at me as he pulled out a pair of shorts. I turned my head
down as he faced away to pull his shorts on, but through my peripheral
vision, I got to see a nice show. I moved over against the window and wall,
letting Sam sit back down next to me.

            "So how are you feeling?"

            I put down my book and pen, "Honestly I don't know how to feel
right now. I keep going over what happened in my head, coming home from a
walk, opening the door to a black house, seeing the bodies of my
parents. In an instant everything I'd known was taken from me. I don't even
know where to begin to feel. Right now my mind is cluttered, like a library
hit by a tornado."

            Dean came in and looked at the to of us, smirking,

            "Damn I leave you two alone for a few minutes and you can't
keep your hands off each other. I tried to score a piece of tail myself,
she ended up having a boyfriend."

            I was a little stunned by his humor, but couldn't help from
letting out a giggle. Sam shook his head and apologized from his brother.

            "No it's cool, it feels good to laugh. So was he a big guy, the
girls boyfriend?"

            "Nah, he wore glasses, and you know I can't bring myself to hit
a guy wearing glasses."

            "That's admirable of you."

            "Thanks, I thought so too."

            Dean handed Sam and I our food bad, and set his on the
night-stand. He began to get undressed, like Sam, took off his boots and
shirt. He had a nice body as well, but Sam's was better in my opinion. He
pulled down his pants, leaving his boxers on and headed to the
bathroom. After lightly shutting the door Sam looked at me.

            "He can be a handful sometimes."

            "Yeah, but he loves you."

            Sam opened the bag and pulled out a burger and handed it to me,
then took one for himself, leaving the fries at the bottom. We both ate in
silence listening to Dean hum a song out of tune. He finished and came out
in a towel as we finished our burgers. Dean turned on the television and
found a channel playing "The Silence of the Lambs" This was one of my
favorite movies, I'd seen it at least 10 times. Dean got dressed, which I
chose to not look and pulled a few fries out of the bag. Sam was doing the
same thing and soon we ended up hitting our hands together.

            "Sorry."

            "No it's fine, go ahead."

            I grabbed a few more fries and was soon immersed in the
film. Dean watched intently until the commercial hit, then he dug into his
food. I cleaned up and went to wash my hands. When I came back Dean stopped
me.

            "Hey I didn't notice, nice shirt."

            I looked down at my Joan Jett and the Blackhearts shirt.

            "Thanks."

            "She's badass."

            "Yeah I got to see her live, that where I got this. She put on
a great show."

            "Nice."

            I went laid down focusing back to the movie. Sam's arm was
touching mine, which relaxed me. I was focused on the film, but soon felt
myself slip into sleep. My head fell to the left and I was out for a little
bit. When I woke, the movie had finished and I felt my head resting on
something warm. I looked up and into a pair of sexy brown-green eyes. I
quickly lifted my head up.

            "I'm sorry Sam, I hope I didn't...."

            "It's fine, don't worry. I figured you needed the sleep."

            "Thank you for not freaking out."

            He looked at me with a strange expression on his face. "Why
would I freak out?"

            "It comes with being gay, most straight guys freak when a gay
guy gets too close."

            "That won't happen with me. I think it's time to got to bed
anyway. Sam looked over at Dean and said he was going to sleep. With that
Dean shut off the television and light, while Sam and I got under the
covers. Dean fell asleep almost instantly, while Sam and I were staring at
the ceiling. He turned his head to face me.

            "If you want to cry, it's okay. When my parents died, I cried
at night. Dean is a sound sleeper, so you won't wake him."

            "I'm afraid if I start, I may never stop."

            "It's alright, there is no shame in crying."

            "I don't want to disrespect my parents memory by crying. I want
to be strong."

            "You can't think like that. As humans we cry because that's
part of the healing process. It's natural, everyone cries, me, even
Dean. And strength is measured, not by the tears that aren't shed, but by
the ability to bounce back from pain. What you told us earlier, about being
bullied, you are a strong person and I know your parents are proud of you."

            That was all it took, just that small kindness and
understanding. The tears fell, and how hard did they fall. Sam put his arm
around me, pulling me to his chest. I continued to cry, realizing that they
were gone. It wasn't like vacation where they'd be back in a few weeks, but
gone forever.

            "I didn't even get to say goodbye. I'll never see them again,
and I didn't even say goodbye."

            "They know and understand."

            "I hurt so much, what did I do to deserve this?"

            "Sadly the worst stuff tends to happen to the nicest of
people."

            I continued to cry until there were no more tears left. I
looked up at Sam, he gave me a calming smile.

            "Are you alright?"

            "I think I'm starting to, a little bit. Thank you for holding
me, you will never know how much that means to me."

            "It's fine. I don't mind."

            "I want to change the subject."

            "Okay what do you want to talk about?"

            "Tell me about yourself."

            "Okay, well I was born May 2, 1983 in Kansas. My mother was
named Mary and my father was named John. Dean has watched over me since my
mother died. I was six months old when she was killed by a demon. I grew up
moving from town to town and eventually split from my family and went to
Stanford University for a while. What about you?"

            "Well you know I was home schooled through high school, and
also started my first two years of college, at least that's what my parents
were telling me. I was born and raised in California, about an hour from
the ocean, close to where they filmed Hitchcock's The Birds. My parents
hired a private artist/professor to refine my skills."

            "I like The Birds, and I could tell you love the ocean by your
drawing. Which the hiring of the professor clearly paid off. You have
amazing skills."

            "Thank you, and I do miss the ocean."

            "So tell me more."

            "Okay, I love music and movies, I love to cook and read. I've
nver been kissed, or gone out on a date."

            "I'm sorry to hear that. Dating is really hard for Dean and
I. Actually he does more of the quick meet and greet if you catch my
drift." I nodded in understanding.

            "I haven't been on a date in a few years. So what movies do you
like?"

            "Umm, almost anything, depends on the genre. I really like
science fiction, like Alien and Predator."

            "Nice, classics. What about romance, what's your favorite
romance movie?"

            "I...I think if I could pick only one, it's Pride and
Prejudice. The love/hate feelings in Elizabeth are strangely beautiful to
me. What about you?"

            "I'm more of a Latter Days and Shelter kind of guy."

            This shocked me, which even in the faint light coming from the
outside around the curtain, Sam noticed.

            "I wouldn't have pegged you for a LGBT film watcher."

            "Why not?"

            "No no...I just thought you were more of a action hero kind of
guy. Not that there is anything bad with that." Sam smirked and lifted his
arm, pointing to Dean.

            It was at that moment that I got a whiff of Sam's cologne. I
breathed in deep and closed my eyes briefly, savoring the scent. When I
opened my eyes, Sam's face was closer to mine.

            "You smell good to me too. When you sat next to me, it was
intoxicating."

            "You're not uncomfortable, are you?"

            "Not at all. You know how you said you've never been kissed?"

            "Yes."

            In that moment he leaned forward and planted his lips to
mine. I never knew a kiss could feel like this. I relaxed in his arms as he
pulled me closer to him. When he slid his tongue into my mouth, it
unleashed something deep within me. He tasted like mint, his hands
following the curves of my side, finally resting on my backside. When we
parted, I was a little light headed.

            "Oh my...you taste so good."

            "Thank you, are you alright? I don't want you to think I'm
taking advantage of you."

            "No it's great. Can you do it again?"

            He leaned forward and planted his lips onto mine once more. Our
tongues wrestled and the tighter he pulled me, the more I could feel his
erection on mine. I ran my hands through his still damp hair, feeling the
moistness, stirring up the scent of his shampoo.

            I slightly moaned into his mouth and he released his hold.

            "Did I hurt you?"

            "No it felt like floating on a cloud. I feel safe with you, I
feel normal with you. Does that make any sense?"

            "It makes perfect sense. We all deserve some sort of
normality. In our line of work, normality is rare."

            "Will you continue to hold onto me?"

            "Of course."

            He held me close and continued to plant light kisses on my
face. I still felt his erection and when I reached down to adjust myself,
my hand rubbed up against him. He slightly sucked in some air. I gently
grasped onto his meat and began to rub it through the fabric. I stopped for
a few moments, so I could reach into his shorts.

            "Timothy are you sure you want to do this?"

            "Shh...don't wake up Dean."

            I pulled out his cock and began jacking him off. He began to
moan, so I covered him mouth with mine. I kept going faster and faster and
when I stopped kissing him, he was trying to keep calm.

            "It's been so long. I'm close...Timothy I'm really close."

            "Tell me you want me...please."

            "I want you, I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I
need you...don't stop...I'm going...I'm cumming."

            He came into my hand, five strong spurts and he began to pant
in my ear. I pulled out my hand and tasted his essence. He looked at me and
smiled.

            "How do I taste?"

            "Here."

            I offered him my hand, which he gladly took and began sucking
his cum off my fingers. After he cleaned my hand he kissed me, letting me
taste his cream. I rolled over and snuggled closer to him. I could feel his
semi-flaccid cock against my ass.

            "What about you Timothy?"

            "What about me. Lets say you owe me one."

            "Okay...I like that."

            We both fell asleep, and somewhere in the middle of the night a
vision came to me. Sam and Dean talking to a man in a wheel chair, named
Bobby. We were going to train on what was coming to pass, there was going
to be bonding between Dean and myself and finally I saw Sam taking my
virginity. When I awoke, it was around 7 in the morning. I felt Sam's
erection wedged between my ass cheeks, which I pushed against him, hearing
him moan.

            "Mmmm that feels nice."

            "It does from my end as well."

            Dean was in the bathroom, which when he came out he was all
smiles.

            "Well it looks like the two of you had some fun."

            "I don't know what you're talking about.", trying to play it
cool.

            "Hey it's fine. No worries."Dean couldn't help but laugh as he
said this. "I know that smell. It's called lust."

            I looked over at Sam how was all smiles as well. I couldn't
help but laugh as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. Dean said that he was
going to make a few calls, but before he left I told him what I saw.

            "I had a vision, we need to go see a man named Bobby, do you
recognize the name?"

            "Yeah I was just going to call him. Kid you're pretty good at
this."

            Dean stepped outside, I'd heard him say Bobby's name as he
closed the door.

            I sat up and moved my head back and forth, hearing my neck
bones lightly pop. Sam lifted up putting his hand on my back.

            "You don't have any regrets do you?"

            I turned to look at him, "Are you crazy, I enjoyed what we
did. You were part of my vision last night as well."

            "Oh really what happened?"

            "Well after I saw Bobby and a few other things my vision ended
with you taking my...my virginity." The last few words I said in almost a
whisper and couldn't bring myself to face him. I felt him lean over and
gently touch my chin, turning my head to face him.

            "Your visions are never wrong, correct?"

            "Correct."

            "I would be more than happy to take your virginity. I'm honored
actually. I have to admit that I've got strong feelings for you, but I want
to know how you feel about this situation."

            "I'm new to this whole situation and I want you to know that I
have strong feelings for you as well. I want to go through life with you
holding my hand. There has been too much pain, with you I think I will be
able to experience joy."

            Sam leaned close to me and kissed my cheek, then travelled down
to my neck and finally landed on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck
and straddled his lap. Sam's kissing became powerful and strong. His tongue
tasted amazing, filling my mouth with minty affection. Before things got
too heavy, in walked Dean. I jumped off Sam's lap and ducked under the
covers.

            "And I thought I was a rabbit...come on lover birds, get
ready. We've got to get going, Bobby is waiting for us."



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