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Again guys, something new. Never done this pairing. Not finished with this story either…feedback is appreciated…

Sam x Rowena

Warnings:None

Words: 907

Written for : @bunnybaby121115  & @royalrowena

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Thank goodness Dean was out for the night, or he would have
been pissed.

She showed up around 11 o’clock. He was in a t-shirt and his
sleep pants; a soft, thin pair of sweats. It was hot out, but he didn’t like
sleeping bare, so these hung loosely around his hips and gave him the coverage
he wanted. They were quite comfortable for Sam. Except he was usually alone
when he was in his pajamas. Well, there was Dean, but obviously Sam didn’t care
about that.

She walked in as casually as any friend might have. Someone
who is always welcomed and happy to be seen. Except the bunker was warded and
secure, and Sam had no idea how she got in.

He was sitting in the library, comfortable in his pajamas
and glass of whiskey in his hand. She slowly walked around the corner, her cape
pulled tightly against her. Sam nearly choked on his drink.

Her sudden appearance startled him, and he reached for his
gun, but when he saw who it was and the state she was in, his look changed from
anger to softness.

“Rowena, what the hell – how did you – oh shit, are you ok?”
He set down his drink and headed over to her, wrapping his arm around her and
leading her to the couch.

She was sobbing. Actually sobbing. Her face was red, and he
could tell she had been crying for a long time. She was shaking, too. He could
see real fear behind those eyes. He knew that fear.

She wasn’t able to answer him.

They sat down on the couch, Rowena letting Sam guide her. He
tried again.

“Rowena?” He asked gently. He tucked a lock of her red hair
behind her ear, and she shivered under his touch.

“Samuel – I…I can’t.” her voice was barely a whisper. Sam frowned.

“It’s him, isn’t it. Fucking Lucifer.”

Rowena’s eyes widened in fear and she nodded slowly.

“His…face. I can’t stop…” she was gasping for breath, and
Sam pulled her close to his chest. He began stroking her hair.

“Sshh. It’s ok. I’m here. Let me help you.” This was strangely
easy for Sam. He didn’t feel angry or concerned for his safety. This wasn’t a
ruse. This was real. Rowena needed him. Really needed him. He let all his walls
fall down and held her close. He found himself kissing her hairline.

“It’s been a week, Samuel. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t
stop seeing his real face. Can’t stop feeling the pain he gave me. It’s non stop.
It won’t go away. Please. Please help me.” She choked back yet another sob.

Sam closed his eyes, pulling her more tightly to him. He
knew that pain. He didn’t want anyone – anyone – to feel that pain.

Rowena sagged into his arms, letting herself become
vulnerable, too.

“Sam, please, don’t let me go.”

“I won’t.”

They sat for a few minutes, just sitting in silence. Sam was
stroking her hair and Rowena was starting to calm in his touch. She knew this
would comfort her. She knew Sam would be the one. She wanted his arms around
her. Feeling him this closely, she wanted even more.

She had felt it the last time they were together. When Sam
tried to shoot her. She felt his pain and anguish. He hadn’t wanted to. She
knew he had wanted to reach out to her, but his Winchester instincts took over,
and well… that was never easily broken. She had already forgiven him for that.
She knew he wanted to take that back. She knew.

Now she really needed him. The only other person alive she
knew that had seen Lucifer’s real face.

She wanted Sam. She knew now, in his touch, that she wanted
him. Wanted his arms, his lips, his body. He would keep her safe. He may be fated
to kill her, but – who knew? Maybe that wouldn’t be for a hundred years…maybe…she
tried not to think about it.

She thought about using magic. Thought about using the
purple haze to get him to succumb to her. To be more pliant and open. It would
be easy. He’d never even notice. Really, all she had to do was just – suggest it.
It wouldn’t hurt him, and she couldn’t find it in her heart to do that now
anyway – she just wanted to feel him close. Hurting Sam Winchester was almost
impossible. The purple haze would just entice
him, make him more open to desire. She started to wiggle her fingers, but in
that moment, Sam turned her towards him.

“Rowena, do you feel that?” He looked deeply into her eyes.

She turned to him and nodded, lowering her hand. She might
not need magic after all.

“What is that?”

She shrugged. She wasn’t using magic. But she felt the pull.
So did Sam, apparently.

“Are you – ?”

“No, I’m not…”

He leaned in and kissed her.

The fire she felt. The passion. It was slow and intense. The
heat in her belly pooled around her and she wrapped her arms around him. Their lips
slid against each other, warm and wet.

Sam pulled back and looked at her.

“Rowena.” He tucked his fingers under her chin. “I don’t
know what this is…”

But he leaned in again and kissed hard and deep, pulling
Rowena as close to his body as he could.

(to be continued…)

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