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    A series of awakenings. – (Chapter: Coming out of the closet…)

    “Sammy…”
                The velvety voice whispered huskily as a hand stroked slowly over her body, carefully molding her weakening frame until she was trembling with anticipation, her skin becoming alive with every touch. Sam could feel the slow beat of her lover’s heart against her own in a mutual rhythm that sounded like beautifully composed music. Their lips sought each other and met in a lightness that she had not dreamt possible. There was no rush in the kiss; it was tormentingly gentle and slow…

                “Sam! Get up, time to go to school…”

                And all she could see was her white bedroom ceiling…

                

                “Oh, I love this picture…” Sam said. “It just captures Satan… Look at her eyes!” She was sitting crossed leg Indian style on the newspaper office floor while pictures were scattered around her. Dean was sitting at her desk.

                “Took it at the time she was about ready to kill me…” Dean said.

                Sam froze when she came to the next picture. It was of Brooke. She was very photogenic, she thought swallowing a lump in her throat. It had been a windy day, and she was only in her cheerleader outfit, her skirt flowing around her. The photograph had captured her delicate features in profile with the wind whipping her hair into glorious abandon.

                “This should have been taken in color…”

                “Huh? What?” Dean turned to her, puzzled.

                “Mere black and white couldn’t capture her glowing skin, the gold highlights in her hair or the sparkle in her eyes…”

                Dean peered over her shoulder. She frowned when she saw whose picture Sam was holding. “Are you talking about Brooke, your sworn enemy?”

                As if shaken from a dream, Sam straightened up. “Well, you can’t deny the fact… that she is beautiful…”

                “You don’t go around saying your enemy has a glowing skin and a sparkle in her eyes… Next you’ll be telling me she’s got great legs…”

                “Well, she does…” Sam murmured under her breath.

                

                “Dean…”

                “Yeah…”

                “Do you believe in dreams?” Sam asked.

                “I try not too…” Dean answered, not really listening.

                “Have you ever dreamt of kissing another woman…”

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