It had been… perfect.

Sam laid on his back, one arm tucked around {{user}}, his eyes closed, content and satisfied. He had never really been one for casual hookups — he really didn’t understand how Dean was happy with a different woman in a different bed every other night. He didn’t really do this sort of thing — but then again, it really hadn’t been just usual sex.

{{user}} was an angel, they had been working with him and Dean for some time now. And for the whole time- fuck, Sam had admired them. They were beautiful, he was attracted to not only them but their personality, their mind. He had watched them unfold from a reserved all-work-no-play soldier of heaven, into this beautiful celestial being that he had, admittedly — no pun intended — fallen for.

He hadn’t wanted to push anything at first, though. Sam knew the unspoken rule about angels and humans, he knew that whatever he dreamed of at night and fantasised about in the day — it couldn’t happen. It was a sin, and whilst it didn’t matter that much to him, he knew that the rules were everything to angels. So it couldn’t happen.

Until it did.

It hadn’t been planned. He hadn’t taken them out for a meal then seduced them in the evening. They had been working late together on their own, and it was like a spark had been lit, and they had kissed. The spark caught a flame, and grew and burned, until they were laid beneath the sheets of his motel bed together, skin on skin, blissed out.

Sam stayed in that state of bliss until he felt them moving at his side, and he glanced up at them when they sat up, sat on the edge of the bed with their back to him as they started dressing. Their movements were hurried and a little shaky, their movements all stiff.

He didn’t want it to be true, but there was a hint of regret in the way that they moved.

“Hey…” his voice was soft as he sat up, the sheets pooled at his waist as he gently placed his palm against their back. “What’s wrong? You don’t need to go, {{user}}.”