Winchester Love
Title: Winchester Love Chapter 3B Fandom: Supernatural Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Dean/Kylee, Sam/Abby, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Feedback: makes my world go round Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #038 - Touch. The couples settle in for the night and Bobby does some thinking.
"This is where Dean and I usually sleep," Sam told Abby as he showed her the room.
"Where is Dean sleeping now?"
"He's in what used to be my Dad's room," Sam shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Sorry," Abby apologized, "I didn't know."
"There was no way for you to know," Sam took his hands from his pockets. "No reason to be sorry. We're still getting used to Dad being gone. You've helped me with that."
"How?"
"By listening," Sam gave her a hug. "By being you."
"I liked seeing those pictures," Abby told him.
"You liked seeing me as a dorky kid."
"Oh, Sam," Abby sighed, "You're a dorky adult. But you are my dork."
"As long as I'm yours, I'm happy," he gave her a kiss.
Abby came back into the room in a nightgown. Sam was already stretched out on his bed. "Mind if I stay by you for awhile?" Abby's voice cracked as she approached Sam.
"Sure," he scooted over a little and held out an arm to her. She laid down beside him with her head on his shoulder.
"I like being like this."
"Me, too," Sam kissed the top of her head..
They laid there for awhile in silence. "Can I stay here tonight?" she asked. "It's a strange house and--"
"I'd really like that," Sam interrupted. "Let me go turn out the lights and I'll be right back."
Abby was a little nervous as Sam moved around the room. When he climbed back into bed and she was tucked back in by his shoulder, she felt better. He pulled the covers up. She felt safe and warm.
"Goodnight, Abby," Sam whispered. "I'm glad that you came with us."
"I had to come and meet this Bobby that I'd heard to much about," she smiled in the dark. "Goodnight, Sam."
"Are you going to be comfortable for the night?" Sam asked.
"I think so, as long as you stay beside me."
"I just want to hold you tonight, Abby."
"I want that, too."
They drifted off to sleep. When Sam needed to move around, he rolled on his side and pulled Abby up against him. She awoke sometime during the night to have Sam breathing in her hair with his hand on her waist. She turned around in his arms and snuggled into his chest. She fell back to sleep with an arm over his shoulder and a hand by his heart.