Sam sat, out in the other room, at the small table where his laptop was open and the portable printer was connected. He had multi-tabs open of local newspapers open, reading and sometimes printing articles of one he thought might be clues of where Lilith exactly was. She was like finding a needle in a hay stack and it wasn't getting him any closer to her.
He had already tried to get Dean out of hell. Him and Bobby nearly trying every spell they could think of. Then Sam left one day and tried to open the gate but without the Colt, it was near impossible. Bela had given the Colt to Lilith, he was sure of it. Trying to use it to bargain for her life. Dean was right, she was a bitch but one who, like Dean, was just trying to get out of her deal.
Another reason he tried to stay glued to this laptop was so he couldn't pay so much attention to the water running in the next room and what was making it splatter against the walls.
Buffy.
He couldn't allow himself to hold the images of her naked in the water, her body glistening with invitation for him to join her. Finding himself fascinated on where the little trickles of water might travel, be it down her pert breast or over the curve of her ass. No, he couldn't allow himself that right now.
They why was he thinking it. Even as he stared at the screen, his thoughts wondered to it. He was only snapped out of it when he heard his name. His head jerked around toward the door, seeing it still closed. But he clearly heard his name and there was fear in it.
"Buffy?" Sam was up like he was electrocuted from it and his long legs made the short trek to the door where his hand grasped the knob and tried to turn it. The knob wouldn't budge. "BUFFY!?" Sam shouted and started trying to throw his shoulder into it. Now his heart was racing. He couldn't loose her too.