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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Nick/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Nick_(Supernatural)
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-14 Words: 5515
****** Your Arms, My Haven ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Sam is left behind when Dean and their dad go for a job, leaving him
     in the shabby motel. The boy is bored out of his mind and searches
     distraction, but instantly runs into four guys that beat him up. He
     manages to escape, but what happens after he crashes into the rectory
     of a long gone church he could have never dreamed of.
Sam ran through the empty streets, his heart beating rapidly, but he couldn’t
stop, he just couldn’t. He cursed himself for even leaving the motel in the
first place, but with his father and Dean gone he was bored out of his mind and
decided he could go out and have some fun. Boy was he wrong… not only did the
place he went to not sell alcohol, but he also got into a nasty fist fight and
had to run for his life. He wasn’t weak, no, but four against one were too much
and he didn’t want to be beaten up even more, his lip was already bleeding and
his cheek was feeling thick and numb.
He slid around a corner, the others still behind him, he could hear them. He
lost his energy, there was no way he could hold up this pace much longer.
Behind the next corner he finally saw something that might save him. Sam didn’t
know this town yet, they weren’t here for more than three days, but he knew a
rectory when he saw one and he knew that there was always someone in there,
even if the church it belonged to was long gone, like the one in this town.
Sam banged against the door, praying, crying, hoping that someone would open
and let him in. Looking behind him revealed that they had not caught up yet,
but he knew they were close, maybe too close.
Suddenly the door was pulled back and Sam basically fell into the small house,
yelling at the man who opened to close the door, begging him for shelter. The
man did close the door and Sam crawled to his feet, pressing his back against
the wood and closed his eyes. He even held his breath, ignored the man
completely, he just wanted to hear those guys run past the house.
“Who are you?” a rough voice asked, almost like a deep growl, and Sam looked
up.
His eyes widened slightly when he looked at the man, from his position he
looked massive and damn intimidating. Sam swallowed and pushed himself up on
the door, still pressed against it.
“S-Sam…” he gasped, his heartbeat only slowly tuning down.
This man had something about him that made him feel uneasy. His eyes were
piercing through the boy, a blue so cold that it caused goosebumps on Sam’s
arms. He was tall, a little taller than Sam and he looked like he could easily
break the younger one in half without even sweating.
“So, Sam. Why are you falling into my house and yell at me?”
“I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry.” Sam quickly shook his head, wishing that he
wouldn’t have come here in the first place, that he just kept running. “Those
guys chased me, I… I didn’t know where to go.”
The man stepped closer suddenly and Sam’s body stiffened when he reached out
for his cheek. He turned Sam’s head slightly, studying his face.
“They got you pretty bad, boy. Come, we’ll take care of this.”
Sam couldn’t move at first, the man’s touch had been very careful, despite him
looking rough and mean somehow. It made him feel less frightened and when he
finally managed to move and follow him out of the small room he thought he
might have made the right decision.
The man was in the kitchen, gathering stuff from a drawer when Sam walked in,
and signed him to sit. Sam obeyed and watched him closely. When he came back
and sat down next to Sam he looked into his eyes for a second.
“It will hurt, you can stand that, little boy?” he asked.
“I’m not little.” Sam huffed and sat up straight. “I can stand it.”
The man nodded and took some balm out of the stash he brought. He carefully put
it on Sam’s cheek, the bruised skin hurting the younger one, but he bit his
lips together and didn’t make a sound. When he was done he turned Sam’s head
again a little, taking a closer look at his lip.
“This one isn’t bad, just lick the blood off and it’ll heal. Anything else?”
Sam nodded and gritted his teeth while getting out of his jacket. They did beat
him up pretty good and when he lifted his shirt he revealed even more bruises
and lots of scratches and red spots. The man helped him to get the shirt off
completely before cleaning the wounds with alcohol.
This hurt even more than before, but Sam managed to keep himself from
whimpering, he had experienced worse during hunts already, this was nothing. He
even managed to smile as those big hands worked on his chest, it felt different
than when Dean did it, but he didn’t hurt him at all, in fact he was almost
soft with him. When his hands were suddenly gone Sam frowned and looked at him.
“One of your rips is sprained.” He said, taking out a bandage. “I will put this
around it, won’t hurt as much then. You okay with that?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
The man put the bandage around his chest tight, but it definitely eased the
pain while breathing. Thank god he crashed in here, this would have hurt like a
bitch in a few hours for sure.
“Alright, that’s it. Take some painkillers and you should be good.”
Sam nodded when he started to put the stuff away, before carefully putting his
shirt back on.
“I don’t even know your name.” he mumbled, earning a deep but yet friendly
laugh.
“You can call me Nick.” The man said, making Sam smile a little brighter.
“Then, thank you, Nick. They would have killed me if it wasn’t for you.”
Nick didn’t answer, simply nodded and put the rest of the stuff away again,
before getting two glasses out of the cupboard and filled them with what
definitely smelled like whiskey. Sam swallowed when he sat back down and shoved
one of the glasses over to him.
“Drink, you’ll feel better.” He said and took his own glass.
Sam usually didn’t drink much, maybe beer from time to time, but whiskey was
his brother’s thing. Still, he took the glass and spun it in his hands a
little, enjoying the golden liquid and that he had something else to stare at
than Nick. This man was fascinating him, something about him was… different.
Sam caught himself more than once that his eyes shifted and he looked at Nick
the way he never looked at men before.
“Don’t wanna drink?” Nick asked after a while of silence and Sam shook his
head.
“Sure.” He sighed and put the glass against his lips. With a few huge gulps he
swallowed the liquid, holding his breath while it burned down his throat and
sent spirals of warmth through him. He put the glass down harder than he
intended and heard Nick laugh, a sound that ultimately made him grin through
the teary eyes the alcohol caused.
“Sam, you’re not a drinker.” Nick stated and Sam grinned a little wider.
“My brother is the one drinking, I’m the nerd.”
“You’re not a nerd, no way. Look at you!” Nick shook his head, smiling. “Nerds
aren’t so fit and can take so much pain. It hurt like hell, didn’t it?”
Sam shrugged, not sure what to say. Yeah, it did hurt a lot, but it was okay
for him.
“Guess I’m just used to it.”
Sam shoved the glass towards Nick, now somehow needing another shot. Sure, he
shouldn’t drink hard stuff, but no one would know, so he didn’t really care.
Nick poured another glass full for him without a word, but when Sam wanted to
take it he laid a hand on the younger ones and he looked up, surprised.
“How old are you?” Nick asked, raising a brow.
Sam shook his head. “Old enough to make my own decisions.” He answered vaguely,
grabbing the glass and emptied it again.
“Guess that went a little too far.”
“No, that’s not it.” Sam mumbled. “I’m just so frustrated, that’s all. Those
guys today really beat the shit out of me and I didn’t even feel anything.”
“How come?” Nick asked curious. Sam blinked a few times before looking up.
“Why not? I mean, it wasn’t worse than my life, so I just took it.”
Sam didn’t even know why he told this stranger such things. Nick was probably
twice as old as he was himself, or pretty close to it, but he didn’t really
mind. Besides his tongue was already loosened from the pills and the alcohol,
he couldn’t have stopped talking even if he wanted to. When he looked up he
found those blue eyes again, but this time they weren’t as stinging as before,
his gaze was softer.
“My life is hell, Nick. I just want to run away from it.”
“What about your brother? Wouldn’t he miss you? And your parents?” Nick asked.
Sam let out a sarcastic laugh, tipping against his glass with his nails.
“My brother… yes. The perfectson, the loyalson.” His voice was dripping from
sarcasm, something very unusual when he talked about Dean. “Dean is a better
hunter than you will ever be, Sam! Shut your stupid mouth and get your gun
ready! There’s a monster in your closet? Here, take this .45 and shut up.
That’s my family, Nick. That’s my father, who hates me, and my brother, who
would be better off without me.”
Nick stayed silent for a long time and Sam already regretted what he said,
internally preparing himself to just leave and forget he ever met this man,
when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. The other didn’t
say a word, he just looked at Sam with so much concern in his eyes that the
younger ones filled with tears. He didn’t know this man, he was a stranger, no
one he’d ever see again for sure, and maybe that was why Sam threw himself into
his arms and cried the next moment, cried those tears out that he always had to
hold back.
Sam held onto the other, whose arms now wrapped around him slowly. And he let
it all out, all the tears he cried in silence normally. He couldn’t cry in
front of Dean, no way, and his father would probably beat him to death when he
saw him crying, but Nick… it was okay for him somehow. He held Sam tight, a
hand carefully patting his back as the boy cried, for minutes it seemed.
When Sam finally managed to stop crying like a baby and the last sobs left his
lips Nick pushed him back a little.
“I-I’m sorry…” Sam mumbled, looking down at his hands. “I think I should go…”
“Because of that? Please.” Nick let him go and waved his hand. “Sure you wanna
go already? Not that you run into those guys again.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be so good I guess.” Sam wiped his tears away, already
feeling like a huge burden again. He was annoying Nick for sure, must suck
having such a crybaby around. “But I can’t stay, I mean… I don’t want to abuse
that you were nice enough to treat my wounds.”
“Stay if you want, I don’t mind. Or is someone waiting for you?”
“No, they won’t be back before Monday.” Sam sighed. “I hate when they leave me
behind. This motel sucks, it’s cold and dad didn’t even bother leaving money
behind.”
Sam could feel his eyes falling close more than a little now and yawned behind
his hand.
“Can I stay here tonight maybe?” he mumbled a little embarrassed. “I just need
a blanket or something, I won’t bother you and I’ll be gone first thing
tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t even let you go now.” Nick said serious, narrowing his brows.
“Those pills kick in pretty good, someone could kidnap you and you wouldn’t
even scream.”
He was right about that for sure, Sam felt it already. His head was dizzy and
the pain gone completely for the moment. All he wanted to do now was lay down
and sleep, preferably for days.
“I will get you a pillow and a blanket, the couch is big enough for you to
sleep.” Nick said and stood up. “With the fireplace next to it you won’t get
cold either.”
“Thank you.”
Nick left the boy alone in the kitchen to gather the stuff and when Sam stood
up too he felt his face burning hot. He had thought Nick was dangerous and yet
he was so caring, he really felt bad for even assuming something bad about him.
He managed to drag himself to the couch and almost instantly fell asleep, it
was so comfortable and the fire warmed him up so much that he was really cozy.
“Sam?” Nick’s voice reached his ears and he looked up. “Take these.”
“Thanks.” Sam grabbed the pillow and blanket from the other and made himself a
cozy nest before looking back up at the older one. “I don’t know why you help
me, but thanks.”
“I learned the hard way that it sucks to be alone. Just get some sleep. Night,
Sam.”
“Night, Nick.”
Sam curled up in the blankets, eyes glued to the fire in front of him. The
warmth on his face made him very sleepy, but so did the pills and the whiskey.
Nick was really nice, he had to admit that. And while he drifted away he
somehow thought that cute was a much better word to describe the man who gave
him shelter.
——–
Sam woke up to a loud growling, darting up in panic. He had no idea where he
was for a moment, all he knew was that this wasn’t his motel room and that his
heart was racing in his chest. A flash of lightning showed him his surroundings
and caused him to flinch. He knew where he was now and all he could think of
was the storm howling outside and that he was scared and alone.
“NICK!”
Sam’s voice was high-pitched, panicking. The storm outside was even worse than
being alone, he had always hated and feared storms and he couldn’t stand the
thought of getting a panic attack here. Not even a minute later he heard heavy
steps running down the stairs, new tears already blurring his view he only felt
that two strong arms pulled him against Nick’s chest and he clung on him
desperately.
Nick must think he was a true baby, but Sam couldn’t fight this irrational
fear. Nick stroke over his back, soft and strong hands calming the boy down
when he couldn’t even think, all he did was hide his face, unable to even
speak. But it seemed that Nick didn’t need him to speak, he understood without
words. Sam could feel him shifting, so much that they could both sit, and he
kept holding him until the boy stopped shaking and sobbing.
“It’s okay, Sam.” Nick soothed him, causing the younger one to nod against his
chest.
“Can you stay, please?” Sam whispered. He knew he had no right to ask this, but
he needed someone right now.
“Of course I’ll stay.” Nick agreed surprisingly and Sam looked up, noticing a
smile on the man’s face.
Nick took the blanket from behind Sam so he could sit back a little and then
draped it over them, while Sam shoved closer to him to be covered completely.
Nick was warm and his arm around Sam made the younger one feel safe and he
couldn’t help but cuddle into the others arms.
“Do you feel better?” Nick asked after a while and broke Sam out of his fire
staring.
“Yes… because of you.” He mumbled, smiling a little and nuzzling his face
against Nick’s arm. The storm was almost forgotten, Nick had an amazingly
calming effect on Sam, something that was very new. He closed his hand around
the others under the blanket, sighing contently.
“Nothing to be afraid about, see?” Nick chuckled and grabbed Sam’s hand a
little tighter. “The storm is outside, nothing will happen. You are safe here.”
Sam nodded, glad that he was not in the motel now, alone and scared. Being with
Nick was nicer.
He looked up, blue eyes locking with his, and he felt a tickle in his stomach,
but not in a bad way. Nick was different, yes. And damn attractive. The way the
fire made his eyes glow, how it lightened his face in the darkness. Sam moved a
hand up without even realizing it, and cupped Nick’s face. The man frowned and
laid his on hand on Sam’s, confusion in his eyes.
“What are you doing there, kiddo?” he asked.
Sam couldn’t find the words, because he didn’t know himself. But he wanted to
touch Nick, feel him.
“You should go back to sleep.”
Sam shook his head eagerly, he didn’t want him to go. He summoned all his
courage and leaned up, pressing his lips against the others gently. At the
amazing feeling the touch caused him he closed his eyes. It wouldn’t last, no
way Nick would let him do that, but this urge was so damn strong in him.
To his surprised Nick didn’t push him away though, instead he kissed him back,
his lips move against Sam’s, creating such a sweet taste that Sam sighed into
the kiss. At this Nick did pull away and Sam slowly opened his eyes, not sure
if he wanted to know what happened next or not.
“Sam, what are you doing to me?” he asked with a hoarse voice and Sam knew that
he wasn’t the only one enjoying this. Nick did just the same and he was
fighting with himself.
“Kiss you.” Sam whispered, blushing slightly. “It’s nice.”
“I know.” Nick groaned and pulled Sam up so he sat on his lap, then crashed
their lips together again. This time it was harsh, more heated, but Sam melted
against him right away, craving this more than anything ever before. His hands
clawed to fists on Nick’s shirt, heat rushing through his head before the other
pulled away.
“I can’t do this, Sam.” Nick sighed, but Sam could see that he wanted to do it,
badly. He loosened his hands and laid them on his chest, his eyes almost giving
Nick a pleading look, to which he shook his head. “Sam, you don’t understand… I
can’t.”
“Why not?” Sam asked, shoulders dropping.
“You’re almost a kid, it’s impossible.”
“I’m not a kid.” Sam pouted, a little hurt. “I’m old enough to do this. Just
say that you don’t want, it’s fine.” He crawled down from Nick’s lap, pulling
the blanket with him as he did and curled up in it. “I’ll sleep.”
Nick sighed, a hand pulling the blanket away and throwing it on the ground,
just in front of the fireplace. Sam jumped back at the sudden force, afraid
that he might have angered Nick to a point where he would become dangerous, but
instead the older one grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him towards him into a needy
and passionate kiss that made his knees weak and his stomach twist.
Sam’s hands darted up, burying into Nick’s blonde hair to press his lips harder
against his, while Nick’s arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer
again. Sam moaned against the others lips when his tongue glided over his
bottom lip and he opened his mouth slightly. Despite Nick dominating the kiss
he was careful, his tongue slowly exploring Sam’s mouth, without becoming too
demanding. Sam almost whined when he broke the kiss, he wanted more of this,
now.
“God forgive me, but I want.” Nick breathed, a weak smile on his lips. “And
you’re damn cute when you pout like that.”
“I-I never did this… I mean, like this.” Sam mumbled and looked down. He felt
so dumb, maybe Nick was right, maybe he was too young. Suddenly his chin was
tilted up and his eyes widened.
“I will be careful with you. Just trust me and it will be good.” he murmured
and placed a soft kiss on Sam’s lips.
“Y-yes… I will.” Sam whispered, hopefully.
Nick wrapped his arms around the boy, carefully slipping off the couch and laid
him down on the blanket in front of the fire. Sam felt so light in the other’s
arms, despite being not quite small himself, but compared to Nick he was.
Nick’s hands slid under his shirt, pulling it up slowly and Sam felt the man’s
eyes on his body when it hit the floor. They were gleaming, lustful and almost
dangerous with the fire in them. He laid his hands on Sam’s chest, causing the
boy to ache his back against them when he stroke over Sam’s muscles, tracing
them with his thumbs.
“Are you sure about this, Sam?” Nick asked, worry on his face.
Sam pushed himself up on his elbows, beaming up at the other one and nodding.
“Tell me one reason to say I’m not.” He murmured, slowly running a hand down
the others chest. “No one ever looked at me like you did, or made me feel like
this…”
“Sam…” Nick whispered, leaning down and buried his face against the younger
one’s neck.
“Nick, please…” Sam whimpered when he pressed a kiss against his sensitive
skin, his head spinning slightly. “I want you so badly…”
“God, I want you too, Sam…” Nick moaned silently. He wrapped his arm around
Sam’s middle, pulling him closer to him again, careful not to hurt his strained
rib further. “You’re ravishing.”
Nick let Sam down again before taking off his own shirt and throwing it away,
his hands moving to Sam’s jeans to unbutton them. Sam lifted his hips slightly
when he pulled them down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers under Nick’s
eyes. He had no idea what he would do, what would happen next, but he was
longing for it, longing for the feeling this admiring gaze gave him. The way
Nick’s hands stroke over his chest, his sides, the way he moved closer and Sam
spread his legs, wrapping them around him slightly, it was so amazing.
Nick could feel the need in Sam, the need to be touched. He couldn’t believe
that he was doing this, when he started to kiss Sam’s neck and moved down to
his collar bone it all felt so unreal, but it wasn’t.  He could only worship
this boy’s perfection, the way his hips jerked when his hand stroke over his
crotch, his breath that hitched and got faster.
“You’re so beautiful, Sam…” he whispered against his skin between soft kisses.
He could feel Sam getting hard slowly, his hips moving with his strokes,
searching for friction desperately. Nick slowly let his hand slide into the
others underwear, cold fingers brushing over his hot and pulsating flesh. Sam
whimpered under his touch, so sweet that he had to look at him. And the view
was glorious, Sam was breathing heavily, his eyes half closed, biting his lip.
The young one was losing himself under Nick’s hands and it made him feel so
good to know he caused this.
Nick shifted slightly, pulling Sam up with him carefully so he could lean
against the couch, confused eyes looking at him.
“It will be easier for you this way.” Nick promised and Sam nodded, believing
him without questioning.
He pulled Sam’s boxers down, making more space for what he was about to do, the
boy’s hard cock already leaking some precum that made Nick bite his lips.
Slowly he let his fingers run along his shaft, smearing his juice over it
before stroking with a slow pace, all while watching Sam’s pretty face reacting
to every touch, his eyes gleaming with pleasure.
“That feels so good…” Sam gasped, his head rolling to the side to look at Nick.
The boy’s eyes were clouded and dark, his lips slightly parted and a wonderful
invitation for Nick to seal them again, to savor his taste again. He tightened
his grip slightly as they kissed, causing Sam to moan against his lips.
“I wish I could take you, Sam…” Nick groaned when they broke the kiss, his face
against the crook of his neck, hot breath brushing over his skin.
“Then do it.”
“I would hurt you, I can’t do that.”
Sam was torn, he knewit would hurt, but he didn’t want this amazing feeling to
end, he wanted more of it, more of Nick cherishing him like no one did before.
His hands were not enough, he wanted allof him.
“Maybe another day, when you’re not hurt already.” Nick murmured and kissed his
neck again.
Sam knew this day would never come, they wouldn’t stay here much longer, he
would never see this man again in his life, but god, he wanted this to last.
Sam tilted Nick’s chin up, eyes locked he pulled him into a desperate kiss,
much more intense than before, giving him everything he could, everything he
knew. Nick’s hand started to move faster before he broke the kiss and the touch
between his legs and pulled Sam on his lap, back against his broad chest.
Carefully he leaned back a little, making the new position good for both of
them.
His hand moved back, trailing over Sam’s stomach and down before closing around
his cock again. When he started to stroke Sam this time the boy’s hips moved
with him and he pressed harder against Nick’s chest, hips creating a sweet
friction for the older one too, whose swollen member pressed against Sam’s
backside. Sam moaned at the things his hand did with him, his nails scratching
over his sensitive skin slightly, adding and taking pressure in the best way
possible.
Sam could feel an orgasm building up in him and he knew that it would be much
stronger than when he did this himself, Nick’s hand gave him so much more
satisfaction. He gripped the others thighs, his head pressed against him even
more, it was almost unbearable. Even his hips started to move without a rhythm,
simply bucking into Nick’s hand, his moans anything but silent now.
“Cum, Sam, I know you’re close.” Nick groaned into his ear, the vibrations of
his deep voice so hot for the other. “Let me hear you cum…”
And Sam did, he couldn’t hold it any longer. The orgasm washed over him, with
one last thrust into Nick’s hand he came better than ever before, moaning the
older one’s name as he did. Nick kept his pace up for a while, letting Sam ride
out his high to the fullest, before his body relaxed against his own. Slowly he
let him go, wiping his juice off at the clothes next to him.
“You sound heavenly like that, boy.” Nick smirked and placed a kiss on Sam’s
cheek, to which he turned his head and gave him an apologetic look.
“What about you?” he asked, almost embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about me, kiddo.” He said and ran his hands through Sam’s hair. “I
enjoyed that.”
Sam smiled a little, sliding down from Nick’s lap to gather his clothes. He
didn’t bother with his underwear, simply slipped into his jeans before walking
back over to Nick, who was back on the couch already. Sam sat down beside him,
not quite knowing how to act after what just happened, only slowly his mind
came back to him and he almost felt ashamed. Then Nick spread his arms a
little, singing Sam to come closer and he more than willingly did.
Laying between Nick’s legs, his arms wrapped around the boy and his head
against the older one’s chest, Sam felt comfortable again. He was still
blushing like mad, only thinking about what happened made it worse, but he felt
good and with the warmth he felt inside and from Nick he quickly drifted into
sleep again, exhausted and happy.
——-
When Sam woke up the next time it was already morning and he noticed, much to
his disappointment, that he was alone on the couch, wrapped into the blanket
from the night before.
“Nick?” he called out, almost afraid that the other was just gone, but shortly
after he heard steps coming from upstairs and relaxed again.
“You’re awake, good.” Nick smiled and handed Sam a shirt. He took it a little
confused, as it was not his own for sure. “Yours got a little… dirty last
night.” Nick grinned. “I brought you one of mine.”
“Thank you.” Sam mumbled and slipped into the shirt. It was too big for him,
way too big, but it was extremely comfy, so he didn’t complain at all.
“Do you want to get a coffee or breakfast?”
“I would love to, but I guess I need to go back to the motel.” Sam sighed. He
would have loved to stay, but he knew he probably had some missed calls from
Dean already and he couldn’t explain two days without going to the phone to
him, without one of them getting suspicious.
Nick came over and sat down next to him, laying an arm around his shoulder.
“Will you be okay, kiddo?” he asked.
Sam nodded, putting on his best poker face. “It’s okay. My brother and my dad
should come back soon and we’ll hit the road again. Same shit, different day I
guess.”
“You know, you don’t have to live like this if you don’t want to. You can
always leave.”
“Maybe I will.” Sam smiled a little, looking down at his hands. “I want to go
to college, become a lawyer. I don’t want to be like my father, not at all.”
Nick narrowed his eyes at the word ‘college’, but still nodded understanding.
“What happened here, it stays between us, okay? I don’t want to get you into
trouble, or myself.”
Sam leaned against Nick a little, smiling. “It’s our secret and it will stay
this way.”
“Okay.” Nick pressed a gentle kiss on Sam’s head before letting him go and
standing up. “If you’re around again you can always come by. We can talk a
little, have some coffee maybe. What do you think?”
“Sounds nice.” Sam smiled and stood up too. He followed Nick into the kitchen,
grabbing his jacket before walking over to the door. With the hand already on
the handle he hesitated though and turned around to Nick behind him.
“We won’t meet again I guess, we usually don’t hit the same city twice, you
know.” He frowned, sadness in his eyes when he looked up. “So this will
probably be a goodbye forever.”
Nick stepped up at him, his hands resting on Sam’s shoulder.
“Then I’ll give you something to remember.” He smiled and leaned down for one
last kiss, soft and long, something Sam would remember for many, many years,
when the nights were lonely and cold. Sam smiled when Nick pulled back, the
kiss making this goodbye a little easier.
“Goodbye, Nick.” Sam whispered, opening the door behind him.
“Goodbye, Sam. Take care of yourself, will you?”
“I will.” The boy promised and with these words he walked out of into the
morning, wrapping his jacket tight around him to somehow keep the warmth he
felt alive.
The next day Dean and his father came back and he got into a huge argument
about not answering the phone when they called, but he didn’t say a word about
why he was away, this would stay with him forever, there was no way he would
ever tell one of them about it. When they drove out of the city they passed the
rectory, but Sam couldn’t spot Nick anywhere. He sighed, resting his head on
his arm, hoping wherever he was and whatever he was doing, that he would be
happy.
When he ran away to go to college he remembered Nick’s words, that he didn’t
have to live this way, and they encouraged him in what he was doing. He never
forgot this last kiss, never forgot this man. Sometimes he laid awake at night,
wondering if Nick was alright, if he was alive even. Somehow he hoped that he
didn’t forget about this strange boy too, who crashed into his home years ago.
——-
Ten years passed until he saw Nick again and when he did he wasn’t Nick
anymore. He was someone else and it broke his heart a little to know that Nick
was gone, that this wonderful man, who took a bleeding and helpless boy in, who
gave him such a wonderful feeling of belonging, was gone forever. Sam wasn’t so
shocked by that fact that it was Lucifer who came to him, what shocked him more
was that he looked like Nick and Sam asked himself ever since if the angel had
chosen Nick because of this, because Sam knewhim.
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