36I'm back! Sorry that it's been a while - it's hard to juggle different stories and I writer's block is SO real.
Thank you to the FABULOUS Emma Winchester 424 for co-writing this with me. All the Sam brilliance is curtesy of her. Without her, Emily would just be an idea stuck in my head :)
Also a slight warning - the first part of the story is a...sexy...moment between Sam and his current girlfriend. It's not graphic or anything like that, but definitely something different from previous chapters.
I hope you enjoy!
It was just after 11:00pm on a Friday night in early October. Emily had gone to bed around 9:30 and Sam made sure she was asleep before Laura came over. He hadn't kept it from Emily - he let her know that Laura was going to come over to watch a movie, and Emily hadn't cared. She knew about Laura and that she and her dad were dating or whatever. Sam had hoped to find a babysitter for tonight, so they could go out and then spend some alone time at her place, but all of his usual go-to people had been busy. He'd invited Laura over late in the evening twice before and it worked out well, so he felt confident that it'd continue to be that way.
Sam and Laura had been dating for the past six months, and things were still pretty casual. They were exclusive but he wasn't rushing into anything as Emily would always be his top priority. He was enjoying his time with Laura and tonight was no exception.
The two lovebirds were in the living room that was dimly lit from a lamp close to the entryway that led to his office and the staircase. Sam was sitting in the middle of the couch and Laura was resting perpendicular to him with her feet resting on his lap. She loved him for many reasons - and being a caring and thoughtful guy was definitely at the top. Tonight, he was showing that side of him by giving her a delicious foot rub after her long 12-hour shift today at the hospital where she was a nurse in the cardiology unit. She was enjoying the moment while she played with her hair in one hand and held her second almost empty wine glass in the other. They'd been spending the evening with playful banter and flirting like usual. She felt so comfortable around him that it was both scary and exhilarating at the same time.
"So, did you have another run in with that dick prosecutor? I haven't heard about him lately," she asked playfully, knowing the guy and Sam had recently exchanged some unpleasant words as they didn't see eye to eye on the guy's views and how he was pursuing a few cases.
Sam smirked at her phrasing. She made him laugh - he had missed that. "Last I heard, he was trying to get his team to say that he had the biggest...hands in his firm," Sam said, the grin playing on his lips. "So...I guess he's got that going for him."
Laura smirked as she polished off her wine, resting the glass on the coffee table. She grinned seductively as she leaned forward, grabbing one of Sam's hands - the wine always gave her an extra boost of confidence and she loved it. "Well, I'd say yours are way bigger." She ran her index finger along his palm before her eyes slowly moved up to meet his.
Sam did that slightly surprised face into blushing combo look that made him so endearing. He took her hand lovingly, tracing lines back across her palm and up her forearm. "Oh, you think so?" he said, a grin forming on his lips.
His touch sent warm electric shocks through her body like it always did. Normally she waited for Sam to make the first move, but she was a strong independent woman who went after what she wanted. And she wanted Sam. Now.
She slowly adjusted her position so she was now straddling Sam's lap and facing him. When she saw those dimples, her heart flew out of her chest. She ran her fingers through his soft hair. "Oh, I KNOW so." She grinned as she bit her bottom lip.
Sam put his hand on the back of her neck, carefully but quickly pulling her lips down to his. The feel of her mouth on his sent a current of electricity through his body, and he couldn't get enough fast enough.
Laura continued to run her hands through his hair as they made out. With every soft kiss, she felt all the stress and anxiety of life slowly fade away like it always did. Being with him made everything better. After a few more minutes of passionate kissing, she reached down and pulled at his shirt to untuck it without breaking their lips. Once it was out, she started unbuttoning it slowly, her fingers lingering on his skin as they moved down to the bottom. She gently tugged on the shirt, signaling him to take it off fully.
Sam immediately ripped his shirt off, eager to comply with whatever she wanted. His tongue continued exploring her mouth like it was the first time, when in fact he knew the territory very, very well. He began gently running his hands around the lower part of her ribcage, slowly working her top up. When he got the tiniest section of her stomach exposed, he let his thumbs gently trace lines from her middle to her sides, skin on skin.
She scooted closer to his torso if that were even possible. Removing her hands from his neck, she pulled her shirt up and took it off, tossing it onto the floor beside his before returning her lips and hands where they belonged - on Sam.
Sam was caught up in the softness, the heat, and the passion of the moment. But when her shirt hit the floor…well, about eighteen seconds after her shirt hit the floor, let's be honest… something clicked in his brain. The idea of Emily walking downstairs and seeing Laura and him…in a delicate situation…not good.
Instead of giving her the option, Sam grasped her around her thighs, lifting her straight up into his arms. He began moving the two of them towards the stairs, his lips never stopping their track down her jawline.
Laura didn't care in the slightest where he was taking her - she'd go to the end of the earth for this man. And she wasn't going to lie that being carried up steps effortlessly was a huge turn on. She fumbled a bit, but she attempted to reach down and undo his belt buckle as they neared the top of the stairs. She wanted to get this man undressed as quickly as humanly possible.
Meanwhile, Emily rubbed her eyes as she sat on the toilet. Don't drink water before bed or you'll wake up and have to go. She could just hear her dad's stupid words mocking her right now and it made her sigh. Why did he always have to be right? Finishing her business, she pulled her shorts back up and turned for a moment, tiredly trying to decide if she felt like flushing.
When Laura reached for his belt buckle, he nearly dropped her - that was hot as fuck. Instead, he pushed her up against the wall outside his bedroom, set her legs down, then quickly snatched her wrists before she could drop his pants. He pulled them over her head, pinning her playfully against the wall. "Uh oh," he whispered wickedly into her ear. "Looks like you're my prisoner. What are you going to do about it, huh?" He began attacking that small area under her left ear that always made her knees buckle with his mouth.
Emily decided that flushing was just too much energy, so she shrugged and headed into the hallway half asleep.
Laura was about to lose her mind as his lips explored down to her neck just like she loved it.
Upon exiting, Emily immediately noticed two figures in the hallway outside her dad's room. It startled her for a minute, clearly not expecting to see anyone. She took a step forward and the small nightlight in the hallway that her dad insisted on having illuminated the scene enough that she saw it was her dad without a shirt kissing his girlfriend Laura who was also shirtless.
At that moment, Laura let out the faintest moan of pleasure, unable to bite her lip shut in time. So Emily did the only thing a ten year old could do at that moment. "Eewww! GROSS!" she yelled as she quickly made a beeline for her room, slamming the door behind her.
It was if someone had dumped a full bucket of ice water on Sam's head…on both of them. Her eyes went wide and she had a full deer in headlights moment as she stared at Sam in pure shock. It felt like he had an apple lodged in his trachea, and he couldn't breathe. All he could say was...
"Fuck."
As Sam released her pinned hands, she was suddenly aware of shirtless appearance and squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. She folded her arms across her chest as if to cover up even though there weren't any lingering eyes at this point. Not entirely sure what to do or say at this point, she said the only thing she could think of. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I wasn't thinking - I didn't know…," she began to ramble in a whisper.
"No, no, it wasn't- you didn't…," Sam stuttered out, his head still spinning. He finally looked at Laura, and it dawned on him that she WAS shirtless - and Emily saw that too. He ran his hands through his hair in agitation…causing his pants to slip from his hips and hit the floor. "DAMMIT," he hissed. What sort of farce had he just walked into?!
Laura saw his pants hit the floor and longed for it to have been under different circumstances. She was overcome with guilt that this was all her fault - she was the one who stupidly came onto him in the living room.
She reached down and pulled his pants back up, buckling his belt and all. "Shit, Sam. Do you… you think she knew what was happening?" The question was silly at this point but she felt so helpless at this moment that she didn't have a filter to stop what she was thinking from being voiced out loud.
Sam looked at her putting his pants back on like he was a toddler. And in one respect that was what he felt like - completely unable to function and needing someone else to help him.
However, once his pants were back on, his head seemed to clear. "I...I don't think so...I..." Fully coming to his senses, Sam finally turned full body towards her. "Laura, I am so so sorry. I have to go check on Emily, I can't..." he trailed off, feeling awful.
Laura put her hand on his chest affectionately. "I'll head out, so it's one less thing to worry about." She gave him that sweet smile that said what she was saying was genuine and she didn't want him to have to worry about her on top of everything else. She wanted to give them their space and not make this more complicated than it already was. "Call me after?"
Sam took Laura's face in his hands. "I am so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't...I...I'm sorry." He felt like a dog's breakfast.
When Sam touched her face, she momentarily felt the guilt wash away, but just as quickly it returned. She let out a small sigh, feeling so sorry for what Sam was about to do. She traced her finger along his pecs for a second. "I never thought I'd say this, but you should probably put a shirt on before you go in there."
Sam looked down at his bare chest. Well, shit. This just kept getting better and better. He quickly kissed Laura, his hands still cupping her face. "I will make this up to you, I swear," he said, so sincere you could feel his heart aching, before letting her go and stepping back.
Emily jumped onto her bed and sat crisscrossed. She immediately threw the covers over her head, feeling second hand embarrassment about what she'd just witnessed and wanting it to go away. YUCK. Her dad was KISSING Laura! GROSS.
She heard some whispers from the hallway and she wanted to scream gross all over again but she somehow managed to refrain. Instead she made multiple gagging sounds to get the ick out of her system. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to leave her room and face her dad again.
Sam groaned internally, trying to forget the look on Laura's face as she left as he rushed to his room. He snatched the closest tee shirt he had and threw it over his head, barreling his way to his daughter. What the hell was he going to say?
Way before he was ready, he found himself in front of Emily's door. He took a deep breath and metaphorically girded his loins. He gave a soft knock on the door. "Peanut?"
He was only met with a loud exhale on the other side of the door. Emily knew it was inevitable and her dad was going to enter but she refused to acknowledge that.
Stifling his eye roll at her huffing, Sam slowly opened the door. Knowing he couldn't put it off any longer, he finally looked at her- only to find a lump of blankets on her bed instead of her eyes. "So...uh...hey. Hi. I um...we...should we...we should talk," he finally stammered out, hating himself a little more with each syllable. He shook himself, internally yelling at himself to lock it up and pull it together. The internal voice sounded like Dean, which kinda helped and kinda made it worse.
Emily squirmed under the covers, visibly uncomfortable already. "I don't wanna," she replied simply. Because if they didn't talk about it, they could just pretend that it didn't happen and she'd eventually fall asleep and magically forget about it all.
Oh, how he wished he could take her up on that. The squeamish part of him didn't "wanna" either, but the responsible Dad part was much, much stronger. He took a deep breath. "I'm…sorry that you…saw that," he finished lamely, watching her closely for her reaction.
She stayed in her makeshift fort of comfort. "That was GROSS."
Sam bristled a bit at those words - mostly because Dean's voice inside his head was laughing and agreeing wholeheartedly with her. "What you saw…well…it was Laura's and my way of…of showing how much we care about each other." There. That was the right "Dad" thing to say, right? Shut up Dean, Sam said in his head as he pictured his brother opening his imaginary smartass mouth.
Emily stuck out her tongue in disgust for a moment. "Well I don't like it," she said flatly. It was clear that she had no problem with them liking each other, but it was all about the gross PDA she stumbled upon.
"I'm sorry, peanut, we didn't know you were there. What were you doing up anyway?"
She completely ignored his question and pulled the covers down ever so slightly, so one eye could peek out and check something. Then she threw them back over her head. She was glad to see her dad looking normal again with clothes on. "You didn't have a shirt on," she stated matter of factly.
If it were possible for Sam to turn even redder, he would. "You…are correct," he said haltingly. Imaginary Dean proudly pounded him on the back. "That's…part of…it's…you know, not important," he finished. "Did we wake you up?" He prayed they didn't - he couldn't handle that.
"No, you didn't," she replied quickly to answer his question. After a huff, she added, "Dad, I don't think you should do it again."
The imaginary Dean inside Sam's head looked affronted. "Well, it's been a good run, but the kid's gotta go," his imaginary brother said. Sam pinched his lips and took a deep breath.
"Well, sweetheart, that's not really up to you," he said gently, wanting to set the precedent now. "But I can promise you that you won't have to see that again, Emily, I swear."
When her dad said that she wouldn't have to see it anymore, she slowly lowered the covers down past her eyes, but no further. She had to see how serious he was. "So you're not going to get naked and kiss anymore?"
Sam wasn't expecting THAT question. "Well, that's…I didn't say THAT but-"
She flipped the blanket back over her head, seeing now that her dad wasn't serious after all. "Gross." Was her only reply.
Sam was starting to get a bit frustrated, but tried not to show it. "Em, it is not 'gross'," he said carefully. "Laura and I care very much about each other-"
"And bump uglies."
"-Shut UP mental Dean-"
"-and we express it…in the way adults do. But we should have been more careful." He stepped closer to her, tugging on her blanket fort to see if she would come out so he could apologize face to face.
Emily felt him tug on her comforter but she didn't react to it one way or the other. "Whatever," she replied in pre-teen fashion. "I don't like it and I don't want a baby sister."
THAT made Sam nearly collapse. "Wait - you know…you know about…" he couldn't bring himself to say sex to her; he just was not ready for that yet. He had the horrific realization that his indiscretion tonight quite possibly would force his hand, and he might have to do it, ready or not. He felt like he was drowning.
And the fact that mental Dean was rubbing his hands together in gleeful anticipation of the ensuing awkwardness wasn't helping. Was it possible to slap a hallucination?
Emily tossed the blanket off her head and stared at her dad with a look that said "of course I know." Then she launched into her explanation. "Yeah cause Michelle said she saw her mom and dad kissing without their shirts on one night and then the next day her mom told her she was going to have a little sister! I DON'T want a little sister. You didn't even ask me if I wanted one. Kissing is GROSS. And a little baby sister would be GROSS too!"
Because to a ten year old, anything she didn't like was gross. And she really liked being an only child - she wasn't willing to share her dad with another kid.
Sam's heart stopped for a moment when she said 'Yeah', but restarted when it became clear that she didn't really. His lungs began working again and his knees gave out, causing him to sink down on the corner of her bed.
Once he got the chance to talk, he held up his hand. "Okay, okay, hang on there, peanut. First things first - you're not getting a baby sister, alright? You don't need to worry about that."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You promise?"
"Absolutely," Sam promised fervently.
"Not gettin' enough for it to even be a problem, kid," Mental Dean added helpfully. Sam had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes again.
"Good," she replied with a head nod as her shoulders visibly relaxed.
"You know, someday you might not think that kissing is gross," Sam said, raising his eyebrow to see how this would go over.
She scrunched up her face in disgust. "No, you and Laura kissing will always be gross," she explained as if it were a commonly known fact.
Sam looked down, trying to hide his smile while internally panicking. He took a deep breath and tried to pry a bit. "I promise, you won't see Laura and I kissing like that again, okay? So...what do you think of Laura?"
Emily shrugged. "She's okay," she said nonchalantly. It wasn't like her dad let her hang out with Laura much. But she seemed okay the two times they'd met.
"Yeah, uh…I think she's okay too. How would you feel about her…maybe…being around…a little more?" Sam asked hesitantly. "Not kissing and stuff," he was quick to quantify.
She shrugged in her usual "that's cool" fashion. "I dunno. I guess it'd be fun." She paused for a moment as an idea sparked and her mind shifted gears. Her eyes looked up suddenly at him. "Can we have ice cream?"
"Like right now?" Sam asked, confused at her sudden about face.
"I mean can we take her to get ice cream because I think she'd like it buuutttttt..." Emily's eyes lit up with childlike sparkle and an innocent smile spread across her face. "Can we have ice cream now?"
Sam sighed with a smile. Should have seen THAT coming, mental Dean said. "Yes to taking her for ice cream soon, no to ice cream right now," Sam said with a chuckle. "So…do we…do we need to talk about what…you saw or…?" he trailed off, not sure where to go from here.
"Can we talk about it with ice cream?" Hey, she was ten so she had to give it another shot now that she wasn't even tired anymore.
Sam looked at that sweet and innocent (yet conniving) face and broke. He sighed again with a smile, holding his hand out to her. "Just this ONE time," he said firmly, but with his soft smile.
Emily's grin widened that she'd shockingly gotten her way. She grabbed his hand and hopped out of bed with a spark of energy. Sam felt a small portion of the guilt leave his body when his little girl grabbed his hand, reminding him that they were still united.
They made their way downstairs and Sam went into the kitchen to get the ice cream while Emily went to sit on the couch.
"EEEWWWW!" she abruptly yelled from the living room. With her index and thumb, she picked up Sam's previously discarded shirt and walked into the kitchen, holding it out in front of her like smelly trash. "Yuck, Dad."
Sam turned at her screeching, looked at his shirt and promptly turned beet red. "That's…Emily, put that down. You…you don't….just leave it."
Thrilled at the opportunity to discard clothing in a place where she knew she was never able to do so, she dramatically let the clothing drop to the floor over in the hallway. "You have to remember to pick up after yourself," she commented, clearly repeating words he'd said over and over. She thankfully hadn't made the connection as to why the shirt was on the floor.
After the shirt was laid to rest on the floor, she skipped back over to the couch and sat down with her legs crossed. "What flavor we having?" she asked with excitement over into the kitchen, that was clearly visible from her spot on the couch due to the open layout from the living room into the kitchen.
Sam gave her a bitch face at her comment about picking up after herself, as well as Dean echoing it sarcastically in his head. He turned his attention back to the freezer. "Uh, we have vanilla…."
Of course you have vanilla, you bland-ass loser, Dean teased sarcastically in his head. Cue another bitch face.
"….and Moose Tracks," Sam finished.
Fitting.
Shut up, Mental Dean.
"Moose tracks!" Emily declared as she jumped off the couch and darted into the kitchen, unable to wait. She was so excited to be eating ice cream and had clearly gotten her second wind by now. She looked around for a moment before she realized they were alone. "Where's Laura?"
"She left, Peanut. She…didn't want to make you uncomfortable," Sam said casually as he got the ice cream out of the freezer. He was curious to see her reaction to Laura's feelings.
Emily sat on her seat at the table and squirmed at his comment, not really knowing how to reply. The image of them kissing flashed back and she stuck out her tongue at the thought. Wanting to change the topic, she asked, "Can I have milk too please?"
Sam hid his smile at her childish gesture. It made him feel much better - she probably wasn't scarred for life if she was acting like this. "Sure thing," he said, putting the bowl of ice cream in front of her. He went for a glass. "So…how would you feel if Laura…hung out with us more?" Sam asked casually, pouring her milk. It made him nervous, and he couldn't look at her.
"What would we do with her?" she asked. She wanted to first confirm if they'd be doing boring adult stuff or if it'd be fun.
"Well, we could have game night, or a movie night. Maybe she could do a picnic or a day at the zoo with us. Does that sound okay?"
Movies, picnics, the zoo? Well, if you were going to win over a ten year old, that was the way to do it. Emily nodded with a smile. "I like it." She eyed the bowls on the counter, her mouth practically watering. "Can we eat now?" She very quickly added, "Please."
Sam smiled. "Thank you. Dig in."
He sat down next to her, digging into his own bowl. Screw it, it had been a night and he deserved ice cream too. "So what should we do with her first?" He asked, wanting her to have some ownership in this.
Emily shoveled a huge bite into her mouth. "We should go go-kart racing!"
Sam chuckled. Leave it to his kid to swing for the fences. "Maybe something a little less…dangerous to start with," he teased.
Emily wasn't bothered by the reply because she was too busy inhaling the ice cream. "Well as long as I don't get a baby sister, I don't care why we do." She took a swig of milk.
Sam wrapped his arm around her. "You're my one and only little girl," he said as he placed a gentle kiss on top of her messy mop of hair.
Emily leaned into him and replied with a mouthful of ice cream, "Love you, Dad."
And with that, Sam felt his heart heal a little bit more.