#and i'd be able to pack up (hopefully) the rest of my stuff and bring it all by friday (saturday at the latest)

[ssa-sugar-tits]

i missed you

request : this one

pairing : derek morgan x cadet!reader

summary : an fbi cadet reader asks her old friend, derek morgan, to help her train and suppressed feelings surface.

content warnings : annoying time jumps (leave me alone), swearing, awkward ass reader, insecurity, good old sexual tension

gif credit : @rewrotethestars

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All it took was a call to an old friend. One who'd left for the FBI not long after you'd met. Communication didn't completely fizzle out, every once in a while you'd see how the other was doing. You'd crossed each other's minds as something that could have been but simply weren't-- and that was okay. So why did you reach out? You can't really say.

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Derek's phone rings in the back pocket of his jeans, barely noticable over the blaring music of the dim lit club. The name appears in large letters and he redirects his attention with dark furrowed brows, earning pouts from the women fawning over him.

"Y/N?" His deep voice questions and you almost hang up. He doesn't sound very happy to hear from you.

"Hey Derek, it's me. I mean clearly it's me, since you already saw my caller ID. What I mean is..." you trail off, fumbling over your own words. Surprisingly he chuckles and puts you at ease.

"It's nice to know you're still you, hot stuff. So what's up?"

Hot stuff.

His stupid nicknames always felt like home in an odd way.

"Sorry if you're busy but I'm finishing up my time at the academy and I was wondering if you'd help me train." God, you sound ridiculous. "S-Since you're all badass and built and I'm not, you know?"

You wince at your sentence. Why didn't you stop talking? A warm laugh escapes him and you can hear a smile in his voice that makes you smile too, despite the fact that it's probably at your expense.

"You think I'm badass and built? I'm glad that's what stuck in your mind about me after all these years. I'd be more than happy to help you, just let me know when."

"I will, thanks Derek."

And you did. The rest is history.

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Derek was ecstatic to hear from you. Your presence always lingered in his heart like a beautiful ghost.

"Okay, spill." Penelope's flirty tone sings to the unsuspecting profiler in the elevator.

"Spill?" Derek cocks an eyebrow.

"Spill about where you've been so excited to go. It doesn't take a profiler to figure out when someone captivates the Derek Morgan."

"It's not like that, babygirl. I'm helping a friend in the academy train, that's all."

That's all? Rich, Morgan.

"A female friend I presume? One who makes the sexy biceps of your heart flex?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last part but yes, Y/N is a woman. It doesn't mean anything."

An exaggerated sigh leaves the blonde and she taps a finger on the desk.

"Whatever you say, twelve-pack. Just know that your girl's rooting for ya. Not that she'll be able to resist you exercising."

Derek laughs heartily at her wink and steps out of the building.

"Is that her?" she gasps, seeing you leaned against his car awaiting the dark man. "She might just be sexier than you are."

You wave innocently and give a hopefully not too awkward, tight lipped smile. Penelope smirks at Derek's obvious awe of you, taking in the sight as if you were a vivid sunset about to disappear. You'd never guess that though, would you? Why would a man like him want you? The answer is he wouldn't. But a girl can dream.

"Took you long enough," you laugh and turn to the brightly dressed woman beside him. "You must be Penelope? Der's mentioned you before."

Der? Penelope taunts with silent feline eyes.

"The one and only! I've heard about you too, Y/N."

"Oh!" you're startled when she brings you into a hug and whispers, not at all subtly.

"Have fun training."

Derek scrunches his face in embarrassment. You must know why she's teasing.

"Goodbye lovelies, enjoy yourselves!" She waves goodbye.

"She was... interesting," you say playfully. "I like her."

Is that all you have to say? Judging by the way you open the car door and plop down, yes. Yes, it is.

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Arriving at the Quantico gym, you turn to your new trainer and beam.

"Alright. Where do we start, teach?"

"The fitness test is going to put you through core challenges and test your overall endurance out in the field. It's best to take this at your best level so we'll start wherever you want."

How does he make an FBI qualification sound sexy?

"Uh... core is a good place to start. Give me a sec to change."

"No problem."

Of course he'd change too. But it still catches you by-- very pleasant-- surprise when you return to see him in gym clothes. His dark, toned arms are completely exposed and the built pecs of his chest are barely covered by his tank top. It grips to his abs and the shorts he's wearing... they do not leave his calves to the imagination.

"Like what you see?" he teases confidentally, showcasing his perfect white teeth. Shit, he caught you staring. And of course had to taunt you.

As if he isn't enjoying the view too. Your sports bra and active wear shorts aren't exactly modest.

"No! I mean yes! I was just admiring, you're very fit."

You want to cringe at yourself. Way to go Y/N, not creepy at all.

"Not so bad yourself, Y/N. Why don't we start with stretching?"

"Okay," you nod and follow his movements. Bringing an arm up over your head, you turn and gasp lightly at the sight of his tank top lifting. If one thing hasn't changed, it's those fucking abs. Being distracted while exercising isn't such a good thing however and you topple over into his arms.

"Woah! I got you," Derek reassures and steadies you.

"Yeah I'm alright-- thanks."

His eyes are so pretty. They scan yours with a love you wouldn't comprehend. So chocolate and ocean like. You could lose yourself in them... Oh god. You are losing yourself in them.

"So, what now?" you blurt, jumping back from his grasp and almost making him frown. He'd rather be close to you but he'd never let you know. A womanizer, isn't he? He's on Reid's level of charm when it comes to you. You're different, somehow, some way.

"The best core exercises to begin with are crunches and sit ups, we can move on to variations afterwards." he explains, lips moving with silk precision.

"Got it!" you nod enthusiastically. Derek lays on his back for a demonstration, allowing you to enjoy the show as his arms bend behind his head and his body curls up to his knees.

Always the charmer, always the angel.

Something about him right now, whatever it is.

It's too much to ignore anymore.

With a burst of confidence and passion, you hop onto his lap and rest your hands on his racing chest.

"I really missed you Derek."

As scandalous as this would seem to anyone who walked in right now, the moment was nothing if not pure.

"I missed you too baby."

You lower your body and gently brush his lips with yours. His hands find their rightful place in your hair and his tongue guides yours into bliss. Tilting your head, you melt deeper into the long overdue kiss and breathlessly pull back.

"Training's a lot more fun than I thought it'd be." You whisper and rest your head against his.

"We should do it again sometime." He returns.

"Is that a promise?"

He chuckles and brings music to your ears.

"It always has been, pretty lady."

And it always will be.

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masterlist

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[iloveyou3thousand]

Not sure if you're still doing fluff prompts, bit I'd love something where Peter is the new boy in school and Tony is immediately attracted, and goes out his way to make Peter feel welcome.

I am always doing fluff prompts. Need me that good shit !!

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Tony doesn’t usually notice when a new boy starts attending his school. He doesn’t usually care. The school is too big to discern a new face in the crowds of people that walk in and out of those double doors every day, not to mention his attention is in a far too high demand for him to even think of taking note of however many others surround him day by day.

But when, during first period, a new boy comes strolling hesitantly into his first biology class of the day, Tony’s head perks up.

He’s got the cutest mop of curls he’s ever seen, and although he would never, ever dress someone with a physique like that in clothes like those, they kind of…suit him, actually. All in all, he doesn’t look half bad, which is what catches his eye first before he even notices the Star Wars pin on his backpack as the boy starts making his way toward the back of the classroom past where Tony usually prefers to sit.

Tony’s head actually turns, too, to watch him. That must have been quite the sight for anyone involved. Tony is usually the person who turns others’ heads, not the other way around. But clearly, this boy is an exception.

He goes and sits right behind Tony, which gives him an opportunity to twist in his seat and give him his most charming smile.

“Hey, new guy. Nice badge,” he says, one corner of his mouth turning up until a hint of teeth is revealed. That usually works on the ladies around. Tony has yet to figure out if it works on the guys, too, but that’s a program already in progress.

The boy looks a little bewildered at first, as if he can’t really believe he’s being addressed. He blinks at Tony, who silently notes that he has the most lovely brown eyes he’s ever seen, and the cutest frown too, when his brows knit together for a moment.

It sinks in quickly enough and he realizes that he is, indeed, ‘new guy’, and he flashes Tony a nervous but enthusiastic smile, probably catching up to the fact that Tony is talking about the Star Wars pin on his backpack strap.

“Thanks!” He beams, then his eyes are searching for a moment, and Tony tilts his head, unsure what the boy is searching for exactly.

“I like your…” He starts, hesitates, and then seems to find something, “Sunglasses.”

Tony casts his eyes up toward his hair where he knows his Ray-Bans rest on top of his head. He reaches up, tips them down with a single finger, and then pushes them down his nose further so he can look over the rim and send the new boy a quick wink.

“Thanks, geek.” He makes sure he says it fondly, to get across that he does not think of the word as something derogative.

Hopefully the boy will soon find out just how much of a compliment it is in reality.

Class starts and as the lesson progresses Tony finds out that Peter – that’s his name, as their teacher introduced him in the first few minutes, which seemed to make Peter very nervous, and it was the most endearing thing as he stumbled through the forced introduction – is not just a geek, but an actual, proper nerd. It’s like he harbors knowledge or something, with how effortlessly he seems to make it through their first class. And that’s something coming from Tony, who spends so very little time actually studying and yet he still always manages to get near-perfect grades.

He only fails, or gets below average, when he wants to annoy his family or grab the attention of his father. It’s warped, because it should be the good grades that do the trick – but instead it’s always the bad, and nothing else.

It doesn’t matter. Peter is clever. He’s bright, intelligent, knows how to keep up in class even though any time Tony glances over his own shoulder to catch sight of him for a moment, he sees he’s drifting off, mind clearly somewhere else. Like he’s a bit of a scatterbrain.

More than once does Tony wonder what he’s thinking about. He kind of hopes that somewhere in that clever brain of his, he makes an appearance. A positive appearance, of course. First impressions are everything, and Tony thinks that he’s nailed it when it comes to Peter, but there is only one way to really find out, and he starts the second the bell rings and he stands to turn to Peter to extend his hand.

“I’m Tony,” he introduces himself candidly. Peter looks surprised again, although this time it’s mostly directed at the hand that Tony is holding out. Nevertheless, much to Tony’s delight, the boy takes the offer, and they briefly shake hands.

“I’m Peter,” he says, “But you already knew that, thanks to Mr. Cower’s embarrassing introduction.”

Tony chuckles. There is something about the way Peter looks genuinely humiliated that kind of makes him want to slap a hand on his back and tell him he’ll be alright, and that no one will think any worse of him because of it. And if anything, he’ll make sure that Peter is welcomed at their school like no one else ever has been.

He’ll get the whole VIP treatment, from the one and only Tony Stark, and if anyone has a problem with that then obviously they’ll have to go through Tony first. But hopefully it won’t get that far. He’ll just need to make sure that everybody knows that Tony has taken Peter under his wing and there is one way of getting that across, and that’s by walking Peter to his next class.

“It’s fine, honestly. Don’t worry about it. Mr. Cower is always like that, I’m sure people forgot the second they walked out of here.” Tony gives Peter an encouraging little smile and is glad to see that the boy actually looks slightly more relaxed at the reassurance. And when their hands retreat at the same time, Tony sticks his into the pocket of his jeans while he waits for Peter to pack up his backpack.

He’s already packed up himself. He only had one book out and he shoved that into his bag seconds before the bell rang so he’d be able to make a quick escape like he normally does, but obviously his plan has changed quite drastically now.

“Thanks. Still really hope I won’t have to do that in any of my other classes,” Peter smirks.

Tony waves the hand that’s not in his pocket with gentle dismissal, pushing that worry away.

“That’s just the first day. After that is when the real stuff begins.”

“I hope you mean the real school stuff, not the real humiliating stuff.”

Tony laughs, and can’t help but think that Peter’s smile is just the cutest thing he’s seen all day.

They walk toward the door together, and Tony asks Peter what class he has next, and where. He pretends that it’s on his way to his own next class, and walks Peter there, asking him about himself and why he’d transferred to his school halfway through the year.

He finds out pretty quickly that Peter lives with his aunt, and that a few weeks ago his uncle was murdered, and with the life insurance money his aunt had moved them to a slightly better part of town, where he’d be able to attend a better school. And hopefully avoid getting snuffed himself, although that’s not something that Peter said – Tony just assumes that it’s a part of the whole moving thing.

Tony, in turn, tells Peter a little bit about himself, although it’s mostly shallow. He lives nearby, used to go to a private school but didn’t want that anymore and convinced his parents to let him go here. It’s nothing particularly exciting, but Peter listens to his every word, and seems interested.

It’s strange, but pleasant. Tony doesn’t think anyone has ever showed such genuine interest before. He has plenty of friends, and if he threw a party then it is guaranteed to be popular, and kids in the halls usually say something when he walks past them – but other than that, he supposes he doesn’t really have any true friends at the school.

But Peter is so open, and so welcoming, and he’s so sweet and genuine, and Tony can’t help but think that maybe, if he does his best and plays this right, Peter might be the kind of person who could actually be his friend.

And hey, if he can somehow get a little bit more than that, then Tony will consider himself the luckiest boy at their school. But it’s too early for that, and Peter flusters easily. When they get to Peter’s next class and Tony touches his arm, he can see the boy go red around the neck, and he bustles through a timid goodbye when the bell rings before Tony is off in the opposite direction to make his way to History.

“See you at lunch?” Tony calls before Peter has the time to duck into the classroom. Tony walks backwards to watch Peter turn, and give him a shy smile.

“Sure. I’ll meet you at the cafeteria. If I can find it.”

Tony doesn’t usually go to the cafeteria, but for Peter, he’ll make an exception.

.

The cafeteria hall is bursting with kids, freshmen running around and screaming to be heard over the cacophony of voices, sophomores a little quieter but still just about as energetic, as if they have yet to shed their downy feathers. Juniors and seniors are mostly outside on the football field, hanging out on the bleachers or taking advantage of what little sun they’ve had lately on the grass.

Peter sheepishly admits that he forgot to bring lunch, which is why he wanted to meet up here. Tony doesn’t hesitate in paying for Peter’s lunch when the boy is digging around in his wallet for the right amount, and he can see, over his shoulder, that he’s going to be short.

“Let me cover it this once, as a welcome present.”

And when Peter protests, it gives him an excuse to offer for him to pay him back on the weekend, maybe with a coffee somewhere. Peter looks so sweetly flustered again and Tony can’t help but adore him a little bit more for it. Jesus, what’s wrong with him? What is he doing, asking out a guy who, up until a few hours ago, didn’t even exist for him?

Tony doesn’t know why he even noticed him in the first place. Maybe it was the ugly button down, maybe it was the curls, maybe it was the way he moved that suggested he really didn’t want anyone to notice he was there in the first place. Maybe that’s why Tony saw him more than he had ever seen anyone else.

Whatever the case, whatever the cause, Tony knows that he’s done for even before Peter coyly agrees to get coffee with him on the weekend.

They sit down outside to have their lunch, and are soon swarmed by peers, but Tony’s attention keeps going back to Peter – who sits, mostly quietly, eating his lunch as he tries to remain invisible for the most part. But Tony notices him. He sees him. His new favorite thing might be when Peter looks up and catches his eye and subsequently smiles. He does it a few times throughout their break, and Tony loves it more and more every single time it happens.

He walks Peter back inside after, and to his next class. Peter comments on how many friends Tony seems to have, and Tony kind of shrugs it off.

“It’s nice to have someone to hang out with,” Peter insists, giving Tony a meaningful look, “Thank you. For kind of like…taking me under your wing today. I was really freaking out about the first day, this morning. Thought it would be… I dunno. Kind of lonely, I guess.”

Tony smirks. “Trust me, you’ll be so sick of me by the end of the week that you’ll wish you were lonely.”

Peter connects his knuckles to Tony’s upper arm at that, and quite firmly too. Tony flinches and wraps his hand around the assaulted spot, giving the other boy an affronted look and “hey!”.

“Serves you right,” Peter says, even though he looks torn between standing his ground and making sure that Tony is alright, “I know I won’t be sick of you. I actually think you’re really nice. And I’d like to spend more time with you.”

No one’s ever really said that to Tony before, not in those exact words. It’s usually the opposite, so it takes him a little bit by surprise. Clearly, Peter notices.

“Why are you surprised? We have the same interests, we’re both similarly intelligent, and—y’know…” Peter trails off with a shrug. Tony doesn’t, in fact, ‘know’, but the dozen or so options to fill that in that Tony can think of are all positive. “Besides,” Peter unexpectedly continues, “We have a date this weekend.”

Tony is now well and truly stunned into silence. If he wasn’t before, he is now. A date. While it’s what Tony intended for it to be when he offered back in the cafeteria, he knew he’d do best not to fool himself into thinking of it as such, since he was convinced that it would never come across that way. But now it seems that Peter thought of it the same way as him all along, and he’s pleased. Beyond pleased.

He realizes he hasn’t said anything yet when Peter’s expression changes into something disheartened and ashamed, and he’s about to say something when Tony quickly cuts in.

“If you’re not sick of me by then, that is,” he says, as if correcting Peter. The boy looks privately relieved.

“Like I said,” Peter says softly as they approach his next classroom, “I know I won’t be.”

Tony leaves him in the door opening, and he doesn’t see him a lot the rest of the day. He only catches up to him briefly on his way out of the building and toward his bicycle. Tony offers him a ride, but Peter declines with a fond laugh.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

Tony gets to watch Peter ride off and twist around on his bike to wave at him one more time before he turns down the street. He heads off in the direction of his car with a skip in his step.

He has a date. But moreover, he thinks he’s made a friend. And he doesn’t believe he’s ever really had one of those before.

[babygirlkiki1016]

Imagine:

Dean and Sam are on there way to the bar where you had to been drinking, but find something dark on the way..then a few months later, they never expected this.

Part 1

Y/n's Pov-

"Y/n?..." Sam muttered, shaking his head like he couldn't believe I was there. He ran over, dropping his stuff and embraced me in a hug, sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"...Hey shh...it's ok I promise it's ok...Dean? You wanna join us?" I smile, he had just been staring at me, like he didn't know either to hug me or not move. I reach out my hand, inviting him into the hug me and San were having. Immediately he rushed over and hugged me, kissing my cheek. I smiled at the two men who had there arms around me, I felt safe once again. "Sorry I smell like death." I joked and the both of them laughed, pulling back.

"..How are you alive?.."

"I don't know, Cass?" I turn to Cass, who was smiling.

"I found a way to bring her back, her soul wasn't in heaven or hell."

"Then where was it?"

"That's the thing, your soul was connected to an object. A ring on this man, so I stole it and replaced it back into you body...hoping it would bring you back."

"Well I'm guessing it worked cause I'm standing here. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take a shower. Which I uh...hate to ask this but I might need some help with getting my back considering I'm covered in, well about everything that has to do with a dead body...any volunteers?" The three boys looked at each other, not knowing what to say. I guess they never expected me to ask this.

"I'll do it." Sam nervously muttered, I nodded and grabbed his hand, dragging him to my room. When I entered I saw my bed all messed up and not made. That's weird I thought, I always make my bed in the morning. Then I knew, Sam's flannel on the edge of the bed along with a pair of pants. Slowly turning to Sammy, who was bright red, I give him a sad look.

"...Have you been sleeping in my bed?" Not looking at me he nods, his cheeks turning even redder. "Oh...Sammy..." I caress his cheek, closing his eyes, he leans into my touch, smiling as he felt the touch of my hand.

However when I pulled it away, he frowned, like he didn't want to lose the feeling. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror, before I could make a corny joke I spot the blood. The stab wounds that had been placed on me.

I look down and touch my shirt, to see if maybe the wounds were still bleeding, but all I could focus on was the blood on my hands....

Flashback: 10 months ago

I stood there waiting on the edge of the beach house bar, waiting eagerly for Sam and Dean to pick me up. Tonight was the night, I had it all planned out, even Dean helped me. We decided I'd go to the bar and pretend to be drinking there but really it was a plan to ask out Sam. I'd tell him to come to the balcony, and ask him right there, while moonlight showered us. Hopefully he would say yes, but there's no telling.

"And what is a pretty lady like you doing here all by yourself?" A dark voice asked, I look over to see a drunk red head man checking me out. It was Carlton Mathews, one of the rich men in the city. I remember him because we questioned him about the murders, turned out it was just vampires.

"Just waiting for someone." I responded and turned my gaze back to the sea, smelling the salty air.

"Well maybe me an you could have some fun.." He steps closer, I could feel his hot breath against my neck. Politely I refused by stepping a foot away.

"I'm sorry I have my eye on someone else." That didn't stop him, he got closer once again, grabbing my wrist harshly.

"He can't treat you like I can, he can't fuck you like I ca-" I pushed him back.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" I turn to walk away but he turns me around and a sharp pain goes through my stomach. He stabbed me once, twice, three times, blood drooled out of my mouth and onto my shirt.

"So you thought it was Vampires killing the people in this town? No no sweetheart, it was me, a warlock. You see, I need pure souls for my spell to work and well there's only ten purest souls in the world that I need. Which yours is one of them..." He leans closer and whispers in my ear, "Sorry not sorry..." Now this part I don't understand, he pulled out what looked like a cigar and pressed it down on my skin while chanting Latin, a language I was never able to learn. When he was done, he threw my body over the railing and I plunged into the water. I desperately tried to go up for air but I couldn't the waves by the balcony were to strong. Swim with them, swim with the waves in order to reach the shore, that's what Sam had told me once. Luckily the shore was nearby so I was able to swim to it just like Sam said. I stepped out of the water, with blood travelling down my body and my wounds burning from the salt. I pulled out my phone, which thank god for the water proof case, and started texting Sam to hurry. I didn't get to send it, because when I looked up, there were more men. They beat, stabbed and battered me till I was dead, till I took my last breath...

"Y/n?.." Sam waved his hand over my face, trying to get my attention. I snapped back to reality, his face showed worry, he knew I was thinking about what happened. "C'mon...let's get you cleaned up." I nodded and started to strip, not caring if Sam was watching. I don't think he cared either because he helped me out of my bloody clothes. When I was naked, Sam helped me step into the shower as he turned on the hot water. I stood there, enjoying the feeling of the water run down my skin, the feeling of becoming cleaner by the second. The feeling of Sam's hand wondering up and down my back as he stepped into the shower, naked along with me. After he helped me clean up, dirt, blood and now dead worms down the drain, he began massaging my muscles. I moaned in pleasure as he massaged my shoulders, back, sliding his hands down my stomach as he stepped closer. His chest touching my back as he stopped when he got down to my lower region, I turned around to see him bright red once again. I guided his hand further down my body, down to my thigh as I pulled him closer. Kissing his lips, he lifted my thigh and I hooked it around his hip.

One hand was placed against the wall as his soft lips touched my chapped ones. The water running down his back as he hovered over me, covering me with his body. My hands traced his muscles, up his chest and to his hair, where I tugged and pulled. His hand that was frequently pressed against the wall, made it's way to my other thigh, lifting me up so my back was against the wall as his hands were holding me up. His chest touched mine, making me crave more, wanting more. I pulled back for air, his forehead rested against mine.

"Sammy...I wanted to tell you the night that I...you know...I wanted to tell you that I..I love you.." He stared into my e/c eyes with list over coming his. Immediately his lips attacked my neck, making me moan as he sucked and nibbled at the skin. Roughly his hands gripped my hips tighter, possibly causing a bruise but I didn't care. With in hand holding me up, he lined himself with my entrance but first looked at me in reassurance. I nodded and he slowly slid into me, making my walls stretch at his size. Both of us cursing a long string of profanities. He moved his hips against mine, our skin making the tiniest bit of sound as they slapped together. Over time he went faster and harder, I screamed his name, digging my nails into his back.

"F-Fuck Sam..." He grunted as he went faster, making me closer to the edge. "Sammy! I'm close!"

"M-Me to-Oh fuck!" He growled, and he cummed inside of me, neither of us paying attention to that fact.

-Time Skip (Cause I'm tired)-

I dried my hair with the white towel Sam had provided for me. His hair already magically dry as he walked in with the pair of clothes that had been on my bed.

"Here." He said as he handed me a pair of my old lingerie and long sleeve shirt that belonged to him.

"Thanks.." I take them from him and begin to put them on as his eyes never leave my body. It turns out they packed most of my stuff and put it in storage, which I'm glad they didn't throw it away.

When I was done, I look up at Sam who had those puppy dog eyes. He was now sitting on the bed, his hands running through his hair.

"...You ok Sammy?" I walk closer to him, he nods but looks away, biting his lip to keep him from sobbing. I wrap my arms around him while rubbing his back. He immediately responded by pulling me closer, never letting go, cause he was afraid I'd disappear.

"Sammy it's not your fault." I stroke his hair, while kissing the top of his head.

"I should've been there...I-I..." He cried, he lifted his head "I lost you...I lost you Y/n..all because you wanted to tell me you loved me...the reason I've been sleeping in your bed was because I wanted to smell you. To remember your scent because I had begun to forget it. I forgot how your voice sounded, how you smelled, the only thing I could remember was the cold dead stare that you had in your face when we found you...I couldn't do it Y/n..I couldn't cope with the fact that you were gone..I can't lose you again..." I was shocked, I've never seen Sam this vulnerable before. Well I have, but that was when Dean went to hell. I slowly place my legs on either side of his, straddling his waist and kiss him.

"I'm here, Sam. I'm here...and I never plan on leaving you again."

Part 3 will be posted within the week. So stay tuned for the next chapter.

Part 1