A/N: I own nothing, all mistakes are mine and I am sorry for them. This is S1, sometime right after Jess died. I have one more story with kinda the same concept of reality vs. dreams and I will post that one as chapter 2.
TITLE: Reality vs. Dreams
Dean taught him well. With all those stories of him bragging about banging the prettiest girl in school (there've been a lot of schools), or the captain of the cheerleading squad (there've been a lot of schools), or the girl living three rooms down the hall of their current motel (there've been a lot of motels).
Sam listened and learned, like a sponge absorbing information his brother provided. Dean used cars as a learning aid … and he was never disrespectful of cars … which meant he was never disrespectful of girls.
Cars weren't really Sam's thing, but he knew what Dean meant anyway.
He learned where to touch, where to lick, where to kiss, breathe in, breathe out, caress, push, pull … or where to only ghost his fingers over.
Where to press or where to be gentle.
Be gentle, Sammy … a girls body 's like a car. Be gentle and she'll purr.
And Sam had been gentle, just not when Jess hadn't wanted him to be. When she said: "Come on, Sam. Let go. Comeoncomeoncomeon…"
And he had. He hadn't been rough, could never be, not with her, he hadn't hurt her but he had left marks all over her body and he had known, just known that she loved him even more because of that.
It had been passion and fire, lust and love; desire so strong, he hadn't known what to do with it half of the time.
And when Jess all but screamed out his name, he'd come apart and only the look in her eyes had been strong enough to stitch him back together again.
Until that was all gone. Turned to ashes and dust, memories that became untouchable no matter how much he struggled to reach out to them in the middle of the night.
"Come on, Sam. Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey. Dude I am starving."
But what he really meant to say was: 'One more minute. In dreams I can have her, almost touch her.'
"Dude, we gotta go."
But dreams were just that … an almost in ones mind.
"'m up." he groaned.
"Awesome. Come on, breakfast, coffee, the road. What can be better then that, huh?"
But life doesn't do dreams, it does reality.