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hintsofhoney · 3 years

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Sin

Paring(s): Demon!Dean Winchester x Castiel

Summary: Cas just can't say no to demon Dean...

Square(s) Filled: Sub!Cas for @spnkinkbingo

Tags: 18+, rough sex, oral every which way, light bondage, dom/sub undertones, dirty talk

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Emma put this idea in my head, so blame or thank her. Huge shout out to @treat-winchesterswith-kindness, @deangirl93, and @ejlovespie for beta-ing and cheering me on - I love you guys! GIF is mine. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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Cas sighed as he made his way to Dean’s room. Or, rather, Dean’s old room ever since he woke up with black eyes and decided to abandon Sam and Cas in the bunker to go God knows where with Crowley. It was routine for Cas these days – sitting in Dean’s room for a bit, wondering when he’d come back, looking through his cassette tapes, missing him. It was keeping Cas sane. It was a very human thing to do – to miss someone. To worry about them. But Dean made Cas as close to human as an angel could possibly get – not that Dean knew that. Or would ever know, for that matter.

“Hi, angel,” came a familiar deep voice as Cas opened the door and stepped through the threshold, causing Cas to jump. He looked up to see Dean laying on his bed, his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.

“Dean. You’re back,” he stated, trying to gauge whether this was normal Dean or demon Dean that he was talking to. Or was demon Dean the new normal now?

“Hm, not quite,” Dean smiled, his eyes flickering to black before they flickered back to Cas's favorite shade of green.

“Oh, right. What – what are you doing here?”

Dean chuckled darkly. “Take a seat, Cas. Don’t be shy. I won’t bite.”

Cas walked over to the chair that was tucked underneath Dean’s desk and slowly took a seat. “What are you doing here?” he repeated.

Dean took a breath before a devilish grin spread across his lips. “You.”

The angel tilted his head in confusion.

“You asked me what I’m doing here. You. I’m going to do you.”

Cas was silent as he processed what he had said. “This – you – Dean doesn’t want that. I won’t let you.”

“Ha! That’s cute. And Cas, I am Dean now. And I’ve wanted you for a long time. Even before, when I was human, my mind was all, ‘Cas, Cas, Cas’. But I’d never let myself act on it,” he smirked, getting up from the bed and making his way over to where Cas was sitting. “Not outside of my head, anyway. But now,” he continued, standing in front of Cas and leaning over, his hands resting on the arms of the chair as he caged Cas in, bringing his face to the angel’s level, “Now I got no inhibitions, baby.”

Cas gulped. “Why – why now? You’ve been gone for months.”

“So I went a few places, tried a few things… sue me. I’m here now. Wanted to see if I could bag an angel. C’mon, Cas. I know you got it bad for me, don’t you?”

Cas shook his head. “You’re not Dean.”

“I am though, sweetheart,” he replied with a smile, standing up and spinning around as if he was showing off a new outfit. “C’mon, what d'you say? I mean, I am just asking as a courtesy – because you’ll be on your knees in about thirty seconds either way.”

Cas shifted in his seat as he tried to hide the hard-on that was forming beneath his slacks. He wanted to – he wanted to so badly. But, would it be wrong? To say yes? To take advantage of Dean in this state? It didn’t really seem like he had much of a choice, did it? He might as well enjoy it, right?

“And… three, two, one,” Dean counted, looking down at Cas as he started to unbuckle his belt. Cas gulped. “You gonna suck my cock willingly or do I have to make you do it?” Dean hissed, his patience completely gone.

Cas's breath hitched as something in him brought him out of the chair and on to the floor, his knees hitting the concrete as his head came level with Dean’s crotch.

Dean smirked as he placed his hand in Cas's hair, tugging back slightly on the short strands, forcing those blue eyes to look up at him. “That’s what I thought. God, you look even prettier at this angle.” he smiled wickedly as he used his free hand to unzip his pants, letting them fall to the floor. “Look at that, Cas. Look at what you do to me, even now. Fuck, you’re pretty. Put your mouth – yeah, there you go,” Dean groaned as Cas mouthed his cock over his boxer-briefs. “Jesus, Cas.”

Hearing his name come out of Dean’s mouth like that – it unleashed something inside him. Cas's hands traveled to the waistband of Dean’s briefs, hooking his fingers over them and pulling down in one swift motion. He watched as the demon’s cock sprung free, his own cock testing the limits of his slacks. Grabbing Dean’s shaft in one hand, he brought his lips to the tip, slowly licking the precum leaking from his slit. He watched as Dean threw his head back, his grip in Cas's hair tightening as the angel took him all the way in his mouth.

“Good, just like that, baby. Fuck,” he breathed, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of Cas’s throat. Cas began bobbing his head, twisting and pulling what he couldn’t fit in his mouth with his hand, listening to the moans and gasps falling from Dean’s lips. “God, you’re good at that,” he praised, encouraging the angel to keep going. A few more seconds passed before he pulled Cas up by the grip he had in his hair, forcing him to stand up. He gripped underneath Cas’s chin, his thumb and fingers digging crescent moons into his cheeks. “Where’d you learn to suck cock like that, hm?” he asked through gritted teeth, walking Cas into the wall behind him.

The angel winced as his back hit the wall, unsure of how to answer Dean’s question. “I…”

“You what?”

“I learned from the videos on your computer. The, um, porn.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised in surprise, an impressed expression appearing on his face. “You watch those for me? So you’d know what I like if you ever got the chance one day? Hm?” he husked, leaning close to Cas’s ear.

The angel gulped. “Y-yes, Dean,” he nodded, closing his eyes as he felt the demon’s breath against his earlobe.

“Wow, you got it bad for me, don’t you?”

Cas nodded again, unable to answer verbally as Dean’s lips met with his neck, sending chills down his spine. At the same time, his fingers got to working on Cas’s belt buckle, pulling the leather strap through the loops in record time before unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the ground. Glancing down, Dean smirked at the bulge in the angel’s briefs before shedding him of the rest of his clothes – the trenchcoat, the suit jacket, the white button up, and the tie. Keeping the tie in his hand, he crashed his lips into Cas’s, turning him around and leading him towards the bed. The backs of Cas’s knees hit the foot of the bed, forcing him to sit down, reluctantly breaking the heated kiss. He looked up at the green-eyed man in front of him, wondering what he was going to do next.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, to which Cas obeyed. Dean could have told him to do absolutely anything at this point and he would do it without question. Dean took the tie that was still in his hands and placed the center of it in Cas’s mouth, tying the ends of it behind his head, before dropping to his knees in front of the angel. Cas’s eyes grew wide as he watched him tug at his briefs, pulling them off of his legs and tossing them behind his shoulder, Cas’s cock springing free. His green eyes met with Cas’s blue ones before he smirked. “Stay quiet, sweetheart. Would hate for anyone to walk in and find us like this,” he husked, winking and taking all of Cas into his mouth. The angel threw his head back in ecstasy as Dean took Cas into the back of his throat. He had only ever imagined this; he never thought it would actually be happening. His hands came to tug at Dean’s short strands as he continued his ministrations, spit dripping down Cas’s shaft and to his hole. The angel held back a gasp as Dean circled his finger around his rim, spreading his spit around before slowly working Cas open. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he smirked, looking up at him as he continued tugging on Cas’s shaft. “Turn over,” he instructed, briefly pulling his hands away and allowing him to do as he was told. Cas obeyed, turning over on the bed and scooting up a little, so he was fully on the mattress. Dean positioned himself behind him, grabbing his hips and pulling him up by them so his ass was in the air. “C’mere,” he growled, before spreading Cas’s cheeks and dragging his tongue along the rim of his hole. The angel gripped the sheets beside him, trying desperately to hold back the moans of pleasure that were threatening to escape him.

It wasn’t long before he felt a finger enter him, then another, and before he knew it, he had been worked open enough to where Dean could enter him with ease – and Cas had never wanted anything more in his life. Biting into the silk fabric in his mouth, he breathed in sharply when he felt the tip of Dean's cock at his entrance. Entering him slowly, Dean threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the angel's hole wrap around him. “Fuck,” he breathed, begining to thrust slowly and steadily. He leaned over Cas, caging him underneath him so he could whisper in his ear. “You wanna know what Dean’s thinkin’ right now?” he asked, wrapping one of his strong arms around Cas’s waist as he thrusted in deeper. Cas nodded. “He’s hopin’ that if he’s ever human again, he’ll remember this. ‘Cause he’s been wanting to feel you for a long fuckin’ time.”

Cas whimpered at the demon’s words. He wanted them to be true, but he was smarter than that. He wasn’t going to trust a demon. But he’d find out either way, once they cured him. Dean picked up the pace, ramming into him harder and faster, hitting the right spot with every thrust. Cas was close; he could feel it. He could feel Dean’s cock twitch inside him, too.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum just from me fuckin’ you?” Dean panted through thrusts.

Those words were all Cas needed to hear before his seed shot out all over the sheets and he was moaning through his makeshift gag.

“Oh, there we go. Fuck, that’s a good boy,” Dean praised, delivering his final thrusts before Cas felt his hole fill with Dean’s seed. “Fuuuck,” he moaned, giving Cas everything he had to offer before collapsing on top of him. He slowly rolled himself off of him, a whimper coming from Cas as he pulled out, his cum dripping out of Cas’s hole. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like that,” Dean commented, taking a good look at the angel’s ass before getting up from the bed and finding his discarded pants on the floor, putting them back on. “If you ever want to do that again sometime… I’ll be around,” he smirked, and with that, he was out the door before Cas could even turn his head to say goodbye.

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winchesterwords · 4 years

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“Keep Your Secrets” Part 2 - Sam Winchester x F!Reader

PART 1 PART 3

Summary: After Sam finds you missing, he calls Dean and the others and they start looking for you. When Sam and Dean arrive at your place, they find something odd...

Word Count: 3205

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Natural” by imagine Dragons

Note: Part 2 of Keep Your Secrets. There will actually be one more part so stay tuned!

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Sam paced the floor of your office as he waited for Dean to arrive.

The sulfur has invaded his senses and all he could think about was black-eyed assailants coming for you. The thought alone made him feel sick. A bitter laugh left his throat as he thought about all the times he worried about protecting you from the world of the supernatural. He should have known that no matter what, the monsters in the dark always found him.

As soon as Sam had told his brother that you were gone, Dean said he was on his way. There was no doubt now that Dean knew about you. Sam didn’t care about keeping you all to himself right now, all he cared about was finding you and finding you alive.

Sam had just sat down on the couch when the door to your office opened and Dean entered followed by both Cas and Jack. “What happened?” Dean asked, already taking in the scene before him. Sam got up, pushing his hands through his hair.

“I don’t know,” Sam admitted, still flustered. “I tried calling her when we got back and when she didn’t answer I got worried. When she didn’t answer her office line, I came here and found this,” he said gesturing to the room around him. Dean spotted the sulfur just as quickly as Sam had.

“Demons,” Dean sighed.

“Low level,” Cas said as he focused on the room. Jack watched both of them, trying to follow their lead, but he was still new to hunting.

“Alright, we need eyes on what happened here,” Dean said, leaning against a nearby bookcase. “Sam, are there any cameras in the building?”

“There should be some at the entrances and the main hallway. (Y/N) was saying that they were recently doing maintenance on them and causing too much noise,” Sam explained with a frown.

“Security office shouldn’t be too far from here,” Dean figured. “Jack, you come with me, I may need your wings.” Jack followed Dean out the door, simply going along with whatever Dean needed as usual. As soon as the two of them left, Cas was left alone with the younger Winchester.

“Sam,” Cas began.

“This is my fault, Cas,” Sam said, trying to stay as calm as possible. “This always happens.”

“We don’t know that this had anything to do with you,” Castiel said, trying to comfort him. “Demons go after people for all sorts of reasons. You know this.”

“It’s not a coincidence. It never is when it comes to us,” Sam said, shaking his head. “I swear when I find out who or what took her…” Sam braced his hands on your desk, trying to center himself. Cas approached him and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, wishing he could heal the pain that was not physical.

“This woman is very important to you,” Cas said. Sam nodded, keeping his eyes on the wooden surface beneath his fingers. “Then we will find her, Sam."

“You don’t know that, Cas,” Sam said, finally looking at the Angel. Cas tilted his head, his brows going up as he gave Sam a small smile.

“For as long as I have known you and Dean, you’ve never not completed a mission. I know you Sam, and I also know that when it comes to someone you care about, you won’t stop until you save them.” Cas put pressure again on Sam’s shoulder and Sam relaxed a bit more.

“Thanks, Cas,” he said and the Angel bowed his head, taking a step back just as Dean came back into the room with Jack who was holding a box of security footage.

“For a University, they could at least use a flash drive,” Dean said as Jack dropped the box on the desk.

“Did you break into the office?” Cas asked, looking at Dean.

“Not exactly,” Dean said as he powered up the laptop in front of him. “We didn’t break in, Jack flew in and unlocked the door from the inside,” he said and Jack nodded, happy to be helping. Cas sighed, but didn’t say anything as Dean began filtering through the CDs. “Sam, when do you think she was taken?”

“She texted me just before we left for the hunt and she seemed fine,” Sam said, trying to think, “her assistant isn’t here and he didn’t report anything, so it must have happened either this morning or last night.”

“Okay,” Dean said as he picked the right CD and placed it in the laptop. It didn’t take him long to find the right cameras. Sam joined him at the screen, scanning for your face.

“There,” Sam said, pointing to the upper corner of the screen. He watched as you arrived on campus, a cup of coffee in your hands as you reached for the keys that opened the building.

“She’s pretty,” Dean said and Sam smiled slightly before concentrating again.

“Fast forward,” Sam said and Dean did, flashing through most of the day. He switched to the cameras in the main hall. Your assistant Brian was at his desk, working calmly when suddenly, he froze in his seat. Cas and Jack had joined the brothers behind the laptop as they watched as Brian slowly stood from his seat and then that’s when they saw it.

Brian had black eyes.

“Dammit,” Dean swore. All four men watched as Brian headed to your office and kicked in the door. There wasn’t audio on the tapes, but Sam could imagine the sound of your voice and the confusion in it as Brian entered the room. The hallway was empty for a moment before Brian appeared again, but this time, he held you over his shoulder.

You were limp in his arms and from the angle of the camera, Sam couldn’t tell if you were hurt or dead. The demon that possessed Brian grinned as he walked down the hall with you.

“Try to follow them,” Sam said and Dean flicked through the cameras until he found the one that showed the loading dock at the back of the building.

The area was usually used for deliveries, but now it held a dark black sedan. Brian walked towards the car and another man with black eyes got out of the back seat and helped put you in the car. At least one more was driving.

As soon as the sedan left the loading area, Dean lost them. “Son of a bitch,” Dean swore. “Sam, I’m sorry.”

“If they wanted to kill her, they wouldn’t have taken her with them,” Castiel pointed out.

“Cas is right,” Sam said. “There has to be a reason.”

“Then what do they want?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know. She has nothing to do with any of this!” Sam yelled. Jack reached out a hand to try and comfort him but dropped it before he could make contact.

“She’s a lore professor,” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, but it’s all theory. She doesn’t actually believe in any of it,” Sam suddenly froze as a realization set in. “I have been lending her some of our books.”

“They might think she’s a hunter,” Jack concluded and Sam lashed out at the closest thing to him which was a stack of textbooks. They scattered across the floor.

“Dammit!” Sam swore. This time, Jack did step forward to comfort Sam. the younger Winchester looked down at the Nephilim and saw the worry in his eyes.

“It’ll be okay, Sam.” Jack tried and Sam softened at the words.

“The kid is right. We’ll figure this out, Sammy,” Dean said. “First things first, let’s get out of here before someone comes knocking.”

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Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack returned to the bunker to collect their thoughts.

Sam couldn’t stop pacing as they sat around the table in the War Room. Jack watched him, his eyes flicking back and forth as Sam wore a hole in the floor. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since you had been taken and his mind couldn’t keep the crime statistics at bay.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the last time he had seen you. He had told you that he would go and see you when he got back and you had said that he better. Sam internally cringed at the memory of hugging you instead of doing what he actually wanted to.

The two of you hadn’t kissed yet. You were taking it slow, but there had been so many perfect moments and he had always shied away from you. It was at that moment that Sam decided that if he got to you in time, he wouldn’t waste another opportunity.

“Alright,” Dean said, taking charge of the situation. “Sammy, sit down before I tie you to a chair myself.” Sam rolled his eyes but sat down anyway. “Normally in a situation like this, I would outsource for information. However, the one insider from Hell that we knew is now dead so we may have to go old school with this one.”

Sam knew he was talking about Crowley. Whether any of them admitted it or not, they all missed the demon. Dean acted like he didn’t care, but Sam, Dean, and Cas had all spent significant time with the late King of Hell and Sam, at times, did miss his banter.

Normally, hunting down demons was easy. Sam and Dean had been doing it for more than a decade, but right now, he couldn’t seem to think straight. “How hard is it to hunt a handful of damn demons?” Sam asked.

“It’s not, Sam,” Dean reminded him. “You’re just not thinking clearly. If this was any other hunt, where would we start looking?”

“Places they’re most likely to hold up,” Sam said automatically. Dean pointed at his brother with an approving nod.

“Exactly,” he said. “Demons like dark holes or abandoned buildings. Or there are the classier ones that like penthouses and fancy hotel rooms.”

“I don’t think these demons would take (Y/N) to a populated place,” Cas said. “If she is some kind of hostage, then they would need a place where they could keep her quiet.”

“Underground?” asked Jack.

“Probably not,” said Dean. “Demons are strong, but if they are keeping her alive, the would need somewhere they could fortify. Too many things live down in the sewers or tunnels to ensure that.”

“Can we stop saying the word ‘if’,” Sam pleaded. Dean grimaced.

“Right,” Dean said, “Sorry. Okay, this is what we’re gonna do. Jack, you and Cas hit up the warehouse district. It’s close enough to the University that they could have set up there. Sam and I will go to (Y/N)’s apartment and see what we can find. Text us if you find anything.” Jack nodded and then stood up from his seat. Cas followed after him.

Jack slipped his Angel blade into his coat and then grabbed Cas’ arm. With a loud flutter of wings, both Celestials were gone. Sam stared at the spot his friends has just disappeared and Dean clapped his hands together loudly, gaining his brother’s attention.

“Grab your gun,” Dean said. “You know where she lives?” Sam nodded.

“I dropped off a book for her once,” Sam said, grabbing his weapon and following Dean up the stairs.

“Good, come on.”

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Dean drove as Sam gave him directions.

“So, this professor of yours,” Dean began. Sam sat next to him, twisting his Angel blade in his hands as Dean tried to keep his brother focused. “How come you didn’t want to tell me about her?”

“What?” Sam asked.

“I mean, I get it. Big brother and all and I’m a bit...overbearing, but it seems like you really like this one. I just thought it was odd you never mentioned her,” said Dean as he pulled up to a red light.

“I don’t know,” Sam said, keeping his eyes forward.

“Yes, you do,” challenged Dean. Sam sighed, giving in.

“I just… I didn’t want to jinx anything,” Sam admitted.

“Sam, I’m your brother,” Dean said. “Hell, you listen to all my drama when it comes to women. So I believe you are almost required to let me know when someone has entered your life. Besides, she sounds like a total badass.” Sam smiled at that.

“She is,” Sam agreed.”And she is just so...normal. You know? She’s not a werewolf or a demon or another hunter. She’s just this incredibly smart girl who happens to be interested in everything I am.”

“You really care about this girl, don’t you?” asked Dean.

“More than you realize,” Sam said. “More than she realizes. I’ve never wanted to settle down or anything like that before. Not until I met her.”

“Hey man, trust me, I get it.”

“Because of Lisa?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Dean said with a nod. He never outright said it, but Sam knew that Dean regretted a lot about the way his relationship with Lisa had ended. While he loved her, Sam also knew that Dean regretted bringing her into the world of monsters in the place after almost losing Ben the first time.

“You couldn’t keep Lisa out of the life,” Sam reminded him.

“No, but you are not me, and (Y/N) is not Lisa,” Dean said. “Also, there was baggage with Lisa that you don’t have with her.”

“I still can’t help but think this is my fault. Whoever took her must have seen me around her office. I figured that was the safest place to see her.”

“Maybe it is your fault,” Dean said and Sam looked at him with his brows raised, but Dean just shrugged. “And maybe it wasn’t. Whatever this is about, it happened and now we are going to find them, gank them, and get your girl back.”

“You seem oddly optimistic,” Sam noticed.

“Sam, after Lucifer killed Cas and we were alone with the kid, I didn’t think anything could be good again. I mean, you saw me and how I was. And then, lo and behold Cas came back to us and I realized we can’t take any of this for granted.”

Sam thought over his brother’s words. Dean has been a wreck after Cas died. Sam had been mourning too, but anyone who knew both Dean and Cas would know that the pain Dean was going through went very deep. Losing Cas was like losing a limb and when Jack had brought him back, Dean had recovered almost instantly.

“So, what you’re saying,” Sam said, “is that you have a good feeling about this?”

“Come hell or high water, Sammy, we’ll get these assholes.”

“Thanks, Dean,” Sam said, reaching over and gripping his brother’s shoulder.

“Anytime brother, anytime.”

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Sam and Dean arrived at your apartment and Sam kept watch as Dean quickly picked the lock.

Pushing open the door, Sam took a few moments to take in your space. He had never been inside the place just on the doorstep. Your home was very… you. Books lined all your shelves along with other accommodations you had gotten while being a teacher. Your style was relaxed and comfortable, but he could spot antique pieces here and there as well.

The number of take-out menus on your counter made him smile. You had mentioned once that you really didn’t like to cook and seems you were understating that little fact. An unopened bottle of wine sat by your stove and as Sam picked it up, he felt his heart sink a bit.

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“I recommended this wine to her,” Sam said sadly, gently placing it back down. Dean frowned as he continued to look around the room. Sam scanned through the kitchen before Dean shouted for him.

“Sam!” Dean said from the living room. Sam joined him.

“Find something?” Sam asked and Dean held up his hand which was coated in yellow dust. “Sulfur.”

“Also this,” Dean said holding up a folded piece of paper. “It has your name on it.” Sam took the note from Dean. S.Winchester was scrawled on the front of it. Sam hastily opened it and read it aloud.

“Come save your girlfriend, Boy King,” Sam said, gritting his teeth. “There’s an address at the bottom,” he said bitterly.

“Let me see,” Dean said and Sam handed the note to him. Dean tapped the address into his phone and frowned. “It’s an old hospital. It’s been closed for over a decade,” Dean explained.

“I don’t understand any of this!” Sam yelled as he began to pace again. “Why are they doing this? Why her? Why are we always getting into situations like this!”

“Sam!” Dean said, grabbing onto his brother’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. “Calm down and breathe. We have a location now. We can call Jack and Cas and we can go get her. They wouldn’t have left he damn note if they had killed her.”

“I know, I know,” Sam said, more to himself than to Dean.

“We’re gonna get her,” Dean said again, “I have always been a hero for your love life and I ain’t about to let you lose this one.” Dean then pulled his brother into a hug and Sam relaxed, resting his head on Dean’s shoulder. “You good?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” said Sam as he pulled away. “I’m good.”

“Alright then, let’s get going. We’ll call the heaven brigade in the car.”

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On the way to the hospital, Sam checked their supply of holy water.

“We’re killing them, right? Not exorcising them?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, we’re killing them. If we just send them back, they’ll just come back for her,” said Sam.

“What about the assistant?” Dean asked. Sam sighed, momentarily forgetting about Brian.

“I don’t know, maybe,” he said and Dean just shrugged.

Suddenly, there was the fluttering of wings, and Cas and Jack appeared in the backseat. “Oh, good, backup,” Dean said, grinning at them in the mirror.

“You have a location?” Cas asked.

“On our way there now,” Dean told him.

“Sam,” Cas continued, “tell me about (Y/N).”

“Uh,” Sam said, unprepared for the question. “She is brilliant and kind. You would really like her, Cas. Her humor kind of reminds me of yours. She has all these ideas about what she wants to do with her life. (Y/N) wants to write books and travel more. She’s never been to New Orleans so I told her I would take her there one day.”

“She sounds nice,” Cas said, wistfully looking out the window.

“Yeah…” Sam said. “I can’t let her get caught up in all of this.”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” Jack said.

“Kid,” Dean said with a look at him in the rear view and Cas looked at Jack with his “disapproving dad look.

“It’s okay,” Sam assured them,”he’s right anyway.”

“Well, right or not, we’re gonna fix it,” Dean said as he pulled Baby to a stop. They had arrived outside the hospital and Sam couldn’t help but think of the terror you must have felt being dragged into here. “Alright, crew, gear up,” Dean continued and then looked at his younger brother, “time to go save the girl.”

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revwinchester · 7 years

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Wine and Dine and Apple Sauce

Summary: The reader and the Winchesters are taking on a coven of witches when the reader ends up under the influences of a spell. Gabriel, who has developed a crush on the reader, is left behind to care for her.

Pairings/Characters: Gabriel x Reader; Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count:3121

Warnings: some cursing (language), some cursing (spell work), reader ends up an infant, mostly just fluff

A/N: This is for 2 challenges! It’s my entry for this week’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (”Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look”) and for @klaineaholic‘s 400 followers challenge (”My power means nothing to an infant”)! Both of the prompts are in bold in the text! I added tags about a ten hours after I posted the fic in the first place. Sorry for anyone who’s already seen it and just got a notification. :)

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Wine and Dine and Apple Sauce -

“Who is that?” Gabriel asked.

He and Castiel had been invisibly following the Winchesters on their latest hunt, making sure that they didn’t hurt themselves or worse. They were after a particularly dangerous coven of witches but had declined the angels’ assistance when it had been offered.

Castiel looked in the direction his brother was pointing and smiled. “That is Y/N, she’s a hunter that Sam and Dean met some time ago on one of their cases.”

Gabriel was transfixed, openly staring at Y/N as she greeted the Winchesters, hugging them like old friends. Castiel was still talking but Gabriel wasn’t paying attention anymore. Instead, he watched as Y/N pulled off her beanie and ran her hand through her shining hair before settling the hat back into place on her head.

“She was raised by witches but, after she found out they had killed her parents, she took to hunting them, instead,” Castiel’s introduction concluded.

Gabriel waved his hand at his brother. “Yeah, yeah, Cas, thanks. Which one of them is she sleeping with?”

Cas didn’t answer. He looked at Gabriel, confusion coloring his features. “Why would you assume that, brother?” he asked perplexed. “To my knowledge, Y/N isn’t sexually active with either Winchester.”

Gabriel was glad to hear that. Usually when there was an attractive woman around, it was a safe bet that one of the brothers wanted in her pants. Either they hadn’t succeeded, yet, or she was a good enough hunter that they needed her. Maybe both. Either way, it meant Gabriel had a shot, still, and he was going to take it.

“You’ve got a handle on things, right? You’ll make sure they don’t do anything incredibly stupid?” he asked Castiel.

The seraph nodded and Gabriel took off to prepare.

----

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” She asked Sam, swirling the glass in her hand.

“You’re the one who was raised by witches, Y/N,” Sam replied with a sly smile. Both of them were in a little over their heads and the photograph of the liquid someone had taped onto the page was in black and white and not at all helpful.

Y/N barked out a laugh. “Yeah, we didn’t really get too far into my magical training before I killed the assholes who killed my parents,” you reminded Sam, swirling the glass again. “What does the book say?”

Sam consulted the text again. It wasn’t the first time she or Sam had resorted to using magic on a hunt bit this tracking spell was definitely the most advanced thing either of them had tried. “Thick, bright green liquid.”

“Well, it’s kind of more chartreuse but that’s technically bright green, right?” Y/N asked, trying to reassure herself.

Sam nodded. “Yeah,” he assured her. “I mean, we triple checked the ingredients and Dad had me speaking Latin since I was five so I’m sure I got the incantation right.” His voice was strong but Y/N could tell that he was nervous about this, too.

She nodded in response and lifted the glass in a toast to Sam. “Alright, well, bottoms up, then.” Y/N put the glass to her lips and downed the liquid. Nothing happened for a moment but then, suddenly, she was gone.

“Shit!” Sam cried out, scrambling for his phone. This spell wasn’t supposed to do that, Y/N shouldn’t have disappeared. “Shit!” he shouted again for good measure as he simultaneously dialed Dean’s number and prayed to Cas.

Before Dean could answer the phone, he and Castiel were standing just inside the motel room door. “Jeeze, Cas, you gotta warn a guy before you do that,” Dean complained.

Sam interrupted his brother, harshly shouting his name. “Dean! Y/N is gone. We tried that tracking spell she found and she disappeared.”

“You don’t think…” Dean begin, “It didn’t take her right to the witches, did it?” His face was painted with worry, bordering on panic. The brothers had known Y/N for a long time. She was a great hunter - one of the best - and an even better friend. She was like a sister to them and they had to find her and get her back. He turned to Cas, hoping the angel could track Y/N.

Castiel’s head was cocked to the side and his gaze was fixed on a point across from where Sam stood. “Y/N hasn’t disappeared,” he told the brothers, “she’s still here.”

As if on cue, a loud wail sounded from the floor where Cas was staring. The brothers gave each other confused looks and Sam crossed around the table to where Y/N had been standing. He looked down to the source of the noise and his eyes went wide. Sam stooped down and scooped up a baby from where it was nestled within Y/N’s clothes. He did his best to sooth the child. She couldn’t be more than six months old and had a shock of hair on her head the same color as Y/N’s. “Um, guys, I think I found her.” Sam’s voice was nervous as he held the baby in his arms. She looked so tiny compared to his giant frame.

Dean shook his head in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing like a fish for a moment before he collected himself enough to ask “What?”

“I don’t…” Sam started loudly, causing the baby to cry again. He took a breath and leveled out his tone before continuing, “I don’t know. Something must have gone wrong with the spell. We were pretty confident we got it right but…” he indicated the crying baby that he was now holding against his shoulder. Sam rubbed her back and bounced her a little bit, hoping to calm her down again.

Dean turned to Castiel. “Is he right? Is that Y/N?”

Cas crossed the room to where Sam stood with the baby and placed his hand on the back of her head. “Yes, this is Y/N,” the angel confirmed.

Sam looked to Cas with hope. “Can you fix it, undo the spell?”

“No,” Castiel replied. “This magic was consumed, it has to work its way out of her system naturally.” His touch and gravely voice seemed to sooth Y/N further and she was drifting off to sleep against Sam’s shoulder. “From the feel of the magic in her, I estimate that she should be back to normal by morning.” He raised his hand and passed it over Y/N’s back, conjuring up a diaper and some appropriately sized clothes for her.

Out of nowhere, lights like fireworks burst and crackled in the room and Y/N woke up and squirmed in Sam’s arms until he flipped her around so she could see the source of the commotion. Her tiny eyes were wide and her mouth was open in joy at the display. When Gabriel stepped out from the center of the lights carrying a bouquet of brightly colored flowers and a large, swirled lollipop, Y/N giggled and clapped before reaching out to the archangel.

Gabriel looked around at the people in the room with confusion. “Where’s Y/N?” he asked, “She’s supposed to be here.”

“Why do you care?” Dean asked. “And how do you even know Y/N?”

“I don’t, not yet anyway,” Gabriel replied with a wag of his eyebrows. The baby was still reaching for him so he took her from Sam’s arms. It had been a while but spending centuries raising fledglings meant he’d never forget how to care for something so small. “Why do you have a kid here, anyway?”

Sam managed to look sheepish as he explained that she had been hit by a spell only a few minutes earlier. “So, Gabriel, meet Y/N,” he concluded, a hand coming up to nervously scratch at the back of his neck.

The archangel looked down at the tiny human in his arms and then back at the Winchesters and Castiel. “How the hell did this happen?” The archangel would have been shouting if not for the baby in his arms who had now begun grabbing for the lollipop he had brought with him. Instead, his anger simmered just below the surface. “You were supposed to be watching them, supposed to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid, Castiel!” He snapped open the lollipop’s wrapper and gave it to Y/N as he started pacing the room.

“How am I supposed to impress her now? My power means nothing to an infant,” Gabriel moaned, turning back to Y/N who was now happily sucking and gumming on the candy. “Let’s find the witch who did this and take her out. That should solve the problem quicker than letting the magic leech out of Y/N’s system. Find the witch and I can take her out with a snap of my fingers.”

Sam’s cheeks flushed at that suggestion. “Yeah, uh… there was a group who worked on it,”

“We can take them all out. As long as we get the one who said the incantation, we’re covered,” Gabriel explained frustrated. The Winchesters should know that, he thought.

Sam looked down at the ground as he continued talking, explaining to Gabriel just what had happened. “So, Y/N found this book of spells and she and I put together what was supposed to be a tracking spell. She did the measuring and mixing, I took care of the Latin…”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Gabriel’s voice was full of disbelief. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me kill you to fix this…” the archangel began but Dean interrupted him.

“You are not killing Sam,” he said, his voice stern.

“I’ll bring him right back,” Gabriel promised.

“You are NOT killing Sam.” Dean’s voice was harsh and Gabriel knew he wouldn’t be winning this argument. He considered just doing it for a moment; using his powers to kill Sam for a few seconds and then healing him just as quickly. Dean might not even notice if he could get the older Winchester out of the room. But Dean was on high alert now that Gabriel had suggested it and he’d be hovering by his brother’s side until Gabriel was gone or Y/N was back to normal.

“Look, we need to take care of these witches before they disappear into the wind and take their shit out on some other town” Sam interrupted the staring contest between his brother and the archangel. “Cas says Y/N’ll be fine by morning. If she’s not, you can kill me then, ok? But for now, can either of you track the witches?”

Castiel shook his head. “They’re warded from me but Gabriel may have more success.”

Gabriel shifted his focus from Dean to Sam before he closed his eyes and felt around for the coven. “They’re about 10 miles out of town, holed up in an ancient farmhouse.”

“Alright, Dean and I will go take care of them. Cas, you with us?” Sam asked.

Castiel answered in the affirmative and Sam turned to Gabriel.

“Y/N really seems to like you,” the younger Winchester admitted. “Will you stay here with her?” Sam used his best puppy dog eyes on Gabriel, realizing that the archangel would be hard pressed to resist that look combined with the prospect of watching over Y/N.

Gabriel agreed and his brother and the Winchesters formed their plan and made their way out to the Impala. They agreed to take the afternoon to stake out the house and make their move that night, when most of the witches should be asleep. Gabriel would be on call if things went sideways but they were all pretty sure that the brothers and the angel could handle themselves.

After the trio left, Gabriel was left with Y/N in the motel room. He looked around at their surroundings and Y/N started to squirm in his grasp, wanting to get down and explore. “This is not a safe environment for a child,” Gabriel told her, holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t fathom how the Winchesters didn’t die growing up in shit holes like this. Especially Sam, he was your age when their dad got started.” He quickly formed an idea of what he wanted in the room and snapped his fingers, changing the space to be much more child friendly. The carpet was plusher, the outlets all had covers over them, and even the wallpaper wasn’t the drab, dingy brown that it had been a second ago. Instead, it was bright and fresh and the new flat screen television was playing Sesame Street. Gabriel placed Y/N down in the Chicco baby walker he had conjured up - it was supposed to be the safest brand in the market right now - and he watched her as she played.

Eventually, Gabriel figured he should feed her something besides the candy he’d brought and so he zapped up some food that was appropriate for a tiny human without any teeth. As he fed Y/N, he started talking to her.

“You know, this wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go,” he confessed. “I was going to make my grand entrance and sweep you off your feet. I had planned on changing this room quite a bit but I had a more of a romantic feeling in mind, not a playroom.” He sighed as Y/N giggled around another bite of food. “I was going to wine and dine you, try to make tonight really special after we had ganked the witches. None of this apple sauce crap.”

Y/N had stopped eating and was looking up at Gabriel like she was actually listening to him. Babies were weird, he thought, but he pressed on. “I know we don’t know each other, that we’ve only just met, and even that’s a technicality because you’ve got no idea what’s going on, really, but I think you’re beautiful and if Sam and Dean trust you on hunts, you’ve got to be strong and a bad ass, even if your spell work could use a little improvement.” Gabriel chuckled to himself at his joke and at the tiny baby glare Y/N was giving him.

Her face shifted, though, with a huge yawn.

“I think it’s time for someone to get some sleep,” Gabriel commented, lifting her from the baby walker and holding her against his shoulder again. He patted Y/N’s back a few times until she burped and then he laid her down in the motel room’s bed and smoothed his hand through her hair.

He stood up but Y/N reached out to him, her tiny hands opening and closing in a grabbing motion. Gabriel swept her up off the bed and laid down himself, resting Y/N on his chest. He didn’t require sleep but he could lie here with her. Gabriel snapped up a soft blanket to cover them and Y/N drifted off into sleep. He watched her for a while before deciding that he would spend the rest of the time concentrating, in a trance like state that he used to call “Prayer Answering Mode.” It allowed him to hear and respond to prayers just a little more quickly and if Castiel and the brothers needed him on this witch hunt, seconds could make all the difference.

---

Gabriel was pulled out of his trance by the sound of a door slamming. He shifted on the bed but stopped suddenly, remembering that he had an infant on his chest. Except, he didn’t. Instead, the space where the baby had been was now occupied by a fully grown, very naked, sleeping woman.

Y/N’s arms were wrapped tightly around Gabriel and their legs were tangled together. There was a scrap of fabric poking out from beneath her collarbone and Gabriel surmised that when she shifted back into her normal body, the onesie she had been wearing had torn apart.

“What the hell?” Dean’s gruff, tired voice filled the room and Gabriel turned his head to look at the source of the voice. Sam, Dean, and Cas were standing in the doorway, covered in blood. Sam’s eyes were wide and Dean looked scandalized. Gabriel realized what they were seeing - their friend, naked and on top of him - and he went to snap but Y/N caught his eye first.

Her eyes were open and she didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. “What did you think would happen when I changed back, Dean? That the clothes would grow with me?” Y/N’s voice was thick with sleep as she wiggled a little bit and pulled a bit of torn fabric out from under her stomach and tossed it at the brothers. “Whichever of you is cleaner, go with Cas and get me some breakfast. Bacon. And Eggs. And a bagel. Things I can chew. The other one, get in the shower.”

Gabriel smiled. Y/N was bossy when she first woke up. Gabriel found that he liked it; it was endearing.

Once the boys were moving, she rolled off of the archangel and pulled the blanket with her to cover herself. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

“For what? I just did what anyone would have,” Gabriel replied.

“For taking care of me, for making this place safe… For calling me beautiful.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about…” Gabriel stopped speaking for a moment. “You heard that?” he asked sheepishly.

Y/N smiled shyly at the archangel. “Every word.”

Gabriel would have been blushing if he had allowed his vessel to react the way a human might. “I’m sorry… I didn’t realize that you knew what was going on. I wouldn’t have…”

Y/N stopped Gabriel with a hand over his mouth. “I don’t mind. ‘Beautiful’ isn’t a word I hear often, especially from other hunters. I liked it - I like it - and, if you wanted, I wouldn’t mind trying that date you were talking about.” Y/N’s voice was quiet, as if she might scare the archangel away if she spoke too loudly.

Beneath her hand, Gabriel was fighting off a grin. “Ov kuhs ah wah dah,” he spoke into her hand.

Y/N giggled a little and moved her hand away so he could talk. “Of course I want that.” Gabriel let a small smile grace his lips. “Just promise me, no dabbling in spell work this afternoon, ok? I’d like to spend time with the real you.”

Y/N threw her head back in laughter at that and she got up, wrapping the blanket around her form as she made her way to her duffel bag for some clothes. “No spells. I promise.”

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SNIPED (Part Three)

Status: Complete (Part 3 of 5) Word Count: 7.8K Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit for Adult Themes including - Graphic sexual situations; Mild-to-moderate violence; Coarse language Categories: Drama; Action; Romance; Porn-with-Plot; Smut; On-the-hunt Character(s): Dean; Sam; Reader/O.C. Female; Jody; Crowley [briefly]; Alex & Claire [mentioned]; Castiel [mentioned] Pairings: Dean x Reader/OC Female [Pts. 2 & 5]; Sam x Reader/OC Female [Pt. 3] Warning(s): See “Rating” section above Author’s Note(s): See Part One Overall Summary: The Winchesters receive assistance on their case from a sniper. Part Three Summary: The sniper rushes to aid Jody, getting caught in Winchester crossfire for her trouble.

|| SNIPED Master Post ||

I had just gotten out of the shower and was naked in front of the mirror, squeezing my wet, finger-combed hair, when I heard a soft rapping at the door.

I sighed, glanced down at the handgun I'd left next to the sink. Anyone coming after me that was worth their salt could've just kicked in the cheap motel's plywood door. Besides, I knew who it was; no need to arrive armed.

I wrapped the thin towel around myself, holding it closed as it was too small to tuck, padded over and opened the door, an expressionless look already plastered on my face when I raised my head.

Sam briefly glanced over me, gulped.

I rolled my eyes, then raised my eyebrows.

"I, uh... thought I'd take you up on..."

I stood aside and he walked in. "Over there," I said, turning away to walk back to the bathroom, pointing at the small bottle of tequila set next to the single-wrapped plastic cups and ice bucket on the dresser.

I closed the bathroom door, my privacy now gone, finished drying off my hair best I could, then glanced around. Shit. I'd stripped off in the room, and knew the dress I'd been wearing had been thrown to god knew where as soon as I'd unzipped it and pulled it off. So I re-wrapped, opened the door, walked back out.

Sam was sitting on the bed, leaned against the headboard, one leg partly propped up, the other still on the floor as if he didn't want to give the impression he'd totally made himself at home. His hair had gotten longer since I'd last seen him, and it was mostly held back in an elastic. He still had on the long-sleeved plaid shirt from earlier but it was unbuttoned atop his white tank undershirt now. The denim had been traded for loose track pants, untied boots thrown over bare feet for his walk to my door.

He was sipping on my tequila, and he'd brought the bottle over to the nightstand next to him. He'd also gathered and straightened up my things. The shoulder holster was hung on a chair, and the now un-crumpled dress was draped across the back of the other chair, pumps aligned neatly underneath it. He met my eye, I shot him an odd look, then walked to the dress.

"You're putting that back on?" Sam asked.

"My go-bag was in my car."

"What?"

I turned to him. "Got the call, grabbed some gear, got in the jeep, came to you. My options are naked or this, soooo..."

I could practically feel the heat radiating off of his bright red blushing. Good. I wanted him to feel embarrassed, ashamed. He deserved it.

Earlier that night, when I'd turned my phone back on upon getting home, it was filled with messages. I'd just gotten in from doing some recon; well, recon of a sort. It required a low-cut black dress with a mostly open back that was a little too tight and a little too short, though not so short as to reveal the upper thigh holster and switchblade strapped to it. The rest of my uniform only consisted of diamond studs, and black patent pumps with ankle cuffs that fastened via a shiny zipper up the back.

Jody had been at my old house helping me pack up my husband's things when they'd arrived; I'd ordered them to wear out on our one-year anniversary. The anniversary we'd never gotten to. She had opened them for me, absently commenting on what great "fuck-me pumps" they were without thinking, but the moment of levity had made me laugh for the first time since that night. Jody said she'd buy them off me, but I kept them. Turned out to be a valuable piece of tactical gear in the long run.

Valuable for the current leg of my mission, at least - an expensive dinner, the third that week, full of light groping and fingering under the table, with my latest lead on Red Smoke, which is what I'd taken to calling my target. My lead was a good fifteen years older than me, but quite handsome, reminded me of that actor on that show, the one that Jody's kids called "a silver fox". Shitty kisser, but easy to keep at bay with teasing promises of the next time. He liked me, and he would keep liking me, for as long as it took. I needed to know what all exactly his reportedly shady dealings involved, how exactly he’d gone from rags-to-riches in just under a decade.

I was now on my own. My latest P.I. had gotten taken out. I hadn't heard from him for several weeks following the text I’d gotten after my night with Dean. He'd never answered my return call, was never at his office. Despite a slew of fake names, I finally tracked down where he lived. Good timing, too.

Found crime scene tape, cops, coroner, the smell of rotting flesh spilling out into the apartment building's hallways. Courtesy of a fake badge Jody’d helped me with, a neighbor told me they'd called the police once the stench had gotten so bad. Pity they didn't know the smell of human decay well enough to separate it from the smell of garbage in their minds.

I wasn't going to involve anyone else. Not really out of care for my fellow man; more because trails of bodies could lead back to me. Which is why I hauled ass to the P.I.'s office and torched it. The cops would just assume it was his killer, and in a round-about way, I suppose that was true. I had probably gotten him killed.

Sam thought I had gotten Dean killed.

At least, that was the impression Jody had, it was amongst the things she'd relayed in the first few voice mails. Seems Dean had been a busy boy. To Sam, he referred to his secretive solo outings as "snipe hunts", and the younger man had finally put two-and-two together, namely because of the condition in which his brother would return. Sometimes physical signs, mostly behavioral signs, both telling Sam that Dean wasn't going on fool's errands; he was hunting for me.

And Sam had not been shy when sharing his theory with Jody. I already knew Dean had been pestering Jody for my current address, the house that wouldn't show up on any background check because I was paying my rent in cash to the little old lady who owned it, keeping it under the table so she wouldn't have to claim the income. Dean kept saying he didn't want to bother me, just wanted to check on me. Jody knew he'd been texting me sporadically since my disappearing act, but also knew I wouldn't get in deeper with him.

Not now. Not when I was getting close. And Dean had respected Jody when she firmly told him she was not breaking my confidence. It seemed, however, that he had not taken my desire to distance myself from him to heart.

There were at least a dozen messages screaming at me, texts and voice mails, all over the span of a few hours. The texts were garbage, short spurts of CALL ME-s and 911!-s and WHERE ARE YOU-s. The longest text was the first:

Dean's in bad trouble. Sam doesn't want you involved. Need you to be.

Three words into her initial voice mail, I turned and immediately went to the large safe in the basement, not because of what she was saying - I could get filled in on Dean’s journey into stupidity later - but because of the panic in her voice. Putting it on speaker, I laid it on the long metal table that lived against the wall. Grabbed the large duffel, laid it out on the floor, spun the dial on the safe, clicked to the next message. More panicked, but still focused, now describing the location I'd be going to, outlining what she knew of the opposition.

Good girl. Jody was scared, but she was with it enough to relay precisely the things I'd have asked. And by the sound of it, the logistics of the location were more of an issue than its occupants.

I smiled, removing my favorite rifle, the one that was like another limb for me, the one for which I didn't need a thousand fancy accoutrements to nail anyone - or, now-a-days, anything - on the other end. So to the bag I only added a suppressor, a night-vision scope, and a small box of the appropriate ammo. Then on second thought, the laser sight - not for need, just because I wanted these assholes to know they were about to meet their maker.

Next message. I threw on a shoulder holster, pulled a .9 mil, made sure the mag was full. Satisfied, I fastened it in. Squatting in front of the low shelves, I looked over the rest of my options. Now Jody's voice had gone to an angry tone, demanding to know where the hell I was, what happened to the promise I'd made to Dean, that I'd be there for them if they needed me. I chose two flat packages, stuffing them in the bag along with their corresponding remote triggers, tuning out the rest of her rant.

Next message. Obvious tears, a new pitch, a catch in her usually strong voice. I felt my neck and face flush with anger. Fucking Winchesters. But, more information through the tears - my latest targets were using a webcam to communicate with Sam. So he could see and hear a live feed of what they were doing... what they had been doing... to Dean. For the past 36 hours and counting. I shook off my annoyance at Sam's abject idiocy for waiting so long to reach out for help.

And not to me - I'd not heard from them regarding help on a job since the hunt we'd gone on almost five months prior. Even though now they were close; very close. Just as close in proximity as they were to Jody, they knew I lived near her, and in a situation like this I couldn't imagine how they thought a sheriff could lend the same level of assistance.

I swung the bag over my shoulder, picked up the phone in one hand, grabbed one of several burners plugged in and charging along the backside of the table with the other. I dialed a number I'd had memorized for years. I made mental note to wipe it down and toss it at some point on the road.

A former bureau colleague of mine in surveillance had believed me when I'd said I thought we were targeted that day, though I’d phrased it as suspecting the team had been targeted. It was, after all, at least moderately probable - the intelligence on the op was shown to be false. The subsequent investigation had revealed no evidence of a threat anywhere in that building, but of course the intel failure didn't make it to the official report, what with all the room detailing my supposed break-down had taken up.

I always thought he felt somewhat guilty about that, even though he was a low-level analyst, because he had a bit of a thing for me. And he'd proven it by agreeing to be my contact on the inside. I had a favor still on the books, courtesy of the quick oral thank-you I'd bestowed upon him. So fuck the Winchesters again, for forcing me to use the favor on them.

Next message. Told me she was about to go back to where she and Sam were positioned, told me where, then went into borderline hysterics, which I hadn't heard coming out of Jody since I held her in my arms and she released all the pain, describing the night her dead son tore apart her husband. I stopped the message before it even finished; “furious” didn’t even begin to describe what had flooded over me.

In the garage now, I set down the bag, grabbed a set of keys off the hook. I pulled the cover off of my husband's trusty old jeep. Battered to hell, still ran like a dream. I'd kept up its maintenance, every once and awhile still taking it out to dusty open roads, pushing it to the limit, taking curves too fast. I took the briefest of moments to run my fingers across the hood. He wasn't perfect. Our relationship was far from perfect. If I was honest, we'd gotten married partly to try and save it. But goddamn, we'd had some good times in that car.

I threw the bag in back. Cranked the engine, backed it out, left it running while I closed the garage door. Then before I peeled out into the night, I texted Jody:

Breathe - coming to you now

I'd gotten to the location in under fifteen minutes without raising any suspicion. It was one of several foreclosed houses that were in a gaudy, over-priced, mostly vacant subdivision filled with eyesore after eyesore about ten miles outside of the main metro area of town. I took the jeep off-road, as it were, up the cleared-off, steep hill at the back of the division. It plateaued and butted up against an undeveloped wooded area.

According to my surveillance contact, based on the brief glimpses he could afford, the satellite showed heat signatures were sticking to the front end of the house where Dean was being kept. Not wise in terms of detection, but perhaps the trade-off was being closer to one of the still-occupied homes. A piggy back off of their wi-fi to send their feed would make sense, as their hideout wouldn't have its own.

Sam and Jody were crouched behind a fallen tree at the top of a slope to the side of the cul-de-sac where the home was located. It backed up to a particularly dense area of the trees, which was the smartest damn thing Sam had done that day, limiting his exposure. I hated him for bringing Jody into this. Hated. I silently crept up on them, but not before I'd taken care of a little business.

"Thank god," Jody exhaled, squeezing my knee once I'd dropped the bag and knelt beside them.

Sam's eyes shot daggers through me, then he looked back down to his phone. The volume was low, the feed slightly glitched, but I could glimpse Dean's battered and bloody face and torso. Clearly heard the occasional grunts of pain.

"Mute that shit," I hissed.

Another glare, but Sam complied.

Jody glanced down, saw my pumps were slightly muddied, and that my calves were splattered with the same. "How long have you been here?" she whispered.

"Long enough to leave a few presents," I replied, then I looked coldly at Sam. "And take out the four perimeter goons that were gonna make you soon." You fucking suck at your job, I thought. Direct your hate to a mirror, not at me. "Is he cuffed or tied?" I asked.

Sam gulped, glanced away a second, then back. "Tied. They've... they stood him up and had his arms above his head a few ti---"

I turned my head back to Jody. "I don't have any way for us to communicate once Sam and I get closer---"

Sam started to interrupt, but I cut him off with a back-handed slap and it stunned him.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. This was your best. Congrats. My turn." Back to Jody again, now winding my hair up in a top knot and pulling an elastic from my wrist to secure it. "So if we aren't back with Dean in ten minutes, you get the hell out. The jeep's just on the other side of this clump of trees, in another cul-de-sac. Keys are under the mat."

Jody nodded slowly and silently, absorbing what I had said. She knew why. The sheriff needed plausible deniability if things went awry.

Sam had kept silent, too, so I sat back to look at both of them. Good. Both had expressions of concern mixed with focus. I'd have preferred all focus, but I'd take it. I had already prepped my rifle with the suppressor - and used it, by that point - and was now attaching the scope as I continued.

"A surveillance contact of mine confirmed nine people, including one that was stationary - Dean. Minus the four on the perimeter, we've got four to go. There's a picnic table below us in the side yard." I looked at Sam. "That's where we start."

I unzipped and took off my shoes, Jody looking on, staring at their scraped and muddied state wistfully. Sam and I crept down, crawling the last yard or so to the picnic table. There was a generator humming nearby, but the floodlights weren't being used, so we had better coverage than I'd hoped for, despite the bright moonlight. But these kidnappers were far from pros.

The ones on the perimeter didn't have walkies or earpieces, so the ones on the inside likely had no clue they'd been downed. I had a decent line of sight through one window on the side of the house that we faced - left completely uncovered - which let me see the doorway into the room. Had an even better line across the front porch. I continued to be in slight awe at these dumbfucks - they'd actually turned on the front porch lights.

I set my rifle down beside me as Sam and I got into crouched positions. I pulled out the remote trigger I'd stuck in the top of my dress that was being held by my strap and handed it to him. Then I pulled a second from the other side, setting it gently on the table.

"When you pop that," I whispered, "we wait one minute. If anyone runs out, let me take them. Then we pop the second." I pointed. "Dean is against the opposite wall of this room. You're going to go through this wall and get him."

I heard the intake of air as Sam was about to speak, and I quickly reached out and squeezed the hell out of his arm.

"I brought the good stuff. Thermite breach. They'll be distracted by the first one. Do you have a knife?"

"No."

I hiked up my skirt to the holster, handed him my switchblade. "Do not stop. Do not stop cutting rope. Do not stop moving with him. I have eyes on the only way in and out of that room. If you see my laser sight, do not stop. If you hear gunfire, do not stop. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

I balanced my rifle atop the picnic table. Got into mindset. Just another mission. Just another breach and capture.

I was in a goddamn cocktail dress.

Silence. Nothing but Sam and I quietly breathing. I watched one of them come into the room. Waited til he walked back out. It was the only activity for several minutes.

"Pop it."

Moments later, a horrific bang from the other side of the house. We could hear footsteps pounding around crazily. I grinned. Morons.

One suddenly ran out onto the porch, holding a semi in an ineffective manner, cigarette hanging from his lips, head swiveling around. I could see the whites of his wide eyes as they searched for an answer. I had one for him.

ZIP

That's five.

I directed my aim back through the window and onto the doorway of the room. "Anything?" I whispered.

"No."

I handed him the other trigger; voices carried from the far side of the house.

"Pop it."

After its detonation, I could see that the hole it made - taking out part of the window as well - was plenty substantial for Sam and Dean to get through. Cheaply made overpriced shithouse. Gotta love it. The voices faded - they were either coming around or heading back inside. Either way:

"Go."

Sam went, and fast, too. While he was freeing Dean, I spotted movement. Someone was coming around to the side yard from the rear of the house.

Six

As soon as I'd gotten my first glimpse of Sam making his way back to the hole, the last two appeared at the doorway to the room. I saw the open-mouthed gasp of the one in the rear when he spotted the laser, heard his impossibly high-pitched scream when the blood spurt from the one in front splattered across his face.

Seven

But he scurried away, just as Sam had made it to the hole with Dean. They stumbled off the drop, both falling briefly to the grass under what was left of the window, but regrouped quickly. Dean seemed to be moving under his own strength fairly well. I didn't have time to be glad about that - one more cockroach to exterminate. Sam guided Dean to my position.

I handed him my rifle. "Get to Jody. One of you cover me. Go."

Thank god, Sam just took it and went without a thousand questions, and I removed my pistol from the holster, shot out those stupid lights, then crept onto the porch.

And now, I was walking back out of the motel bathroom, clad in Sam's shirt, which hit me right below the knees. I had to admit, it was incredibly comfortable. Hopefully it would distract me from the cheap, scratchy sheets. I had gotten a room where Sam had holed up when he'd come for Jody's help earlier. Didn't feel like going to her place, wasn't up to explaining why I'd been so distant.

Dean had refused to go to the ER or to Jody's - that, and the occasional grumbled curse was all he would say, and not a word of it was to me. After Jody helped get him into Sam's room, she hugged me so hard, it almost hurt. And as she pulled away, she looked at me so sincerely, it almost made me cringe. Even more so when she spoke.

"I truly do love..."

Oof.

"...those shoes."

Why do I doubt her?

"Get out of here," I advised with a grin.

So that left me and the Winchester boys. Dean waved off everything Sam offered - food, a bath, painkillers - all he wanted was to go to sleep. I had stood quietly, leaning next to the door, holding my shoes in one hand, rifle in the other. After Dean had closed his eyes - still frowning as he turned from me - Sam tried to adjust his covers, but Dean slapped his hands away. Sam gave up, straightened his bent-over posture, and passed the frown along.

I sighed, pushed myself off the wall, opened the door. Then I stopped, turned back around. I had my mouth open to eviscerate his ego to the very core, but then thought better of it. Dean had drug him into this, I'd drug him out. It was over as far as I was concerned. Sam should still feel like an asshole for not calling on me. But they could hash out their shit on their own. Not my problem.

"If you get tired of staring into the abyss---" I glanced to Dean, then back to him "---there'll be a drink waiting for you in room 25."

Because god knew I needed one. My husband had faithfully kept a small bottle of tequila in the storage of the jeep and I'd kept up the tradition, replacing it any time I'd used it for a margarita night with Jody. He and I would do a celebratory shot together after every successful mission, back when we’d only been partners a short while. It was after one of those shots, right beside that jeep, after we were showered and back in normal clothes, and after the rest of the team members were all headed to their respective lives, that we'd shared our first kiss.

But here, now, I was going to celebrate with Sam Winchester, who - despite the gentlemanly surrender of a piece of his plaid-and-flannel collection - was still alternating between moderate disdain and mild anger when it came to his expressions and tone.

"Where did you find the last guy?" he asked. He'd poured a drink for me, and I took it from his hand as I came to sit on the opposite side of the queen bed, tucking my legs under me.

"In a downstairs bathroom," I replied, taking a sip.

"Did you ask him anything?"

"Should I have?" I asked in return, and honestly.

Sam's brow creased. "They got Dean while he'd been out looking for you."

I just looked at him. Then I took another sip.

"He's concerned you've gotten involved in something dangerous."

I didn't respond.

Sam shook his head, glanced away, made a little huffing sound as he looked back to me. "You know, Dean really cares about you. That not matter at all?"

Another sip.

"I don't know what all happened between you two when you were at the bunker---"

"No," I cut in. "You don't."

Sip.

We stared at each other. I was re-thinking the whole sweet and goody-two-shoes label I'd placed on him months prior. There was something... dark... something intense... brewing under his typically affable demeanor. Interesting.

Sam broke the stare, drank what was left in his cup, then moved to get up and, I assume, leave. But before he stood, he asked, "Do you not want to know what they did to him?"

"Will that change what they did to him? Make it better? Make him feel better? Make you feel better, if you have some company in your guilt?"

Sam's jaw tensed up, but he did seem to hear me.

"This is really good, huh?" I asked, lightening my tone, holding up my cup.

Sam's posture relaxed somewhat, and he nodded. "Yeah."

"Sam, you came down here because you didn't want to sit and stare at him, looking at things you can't figure out or fix," I continued, gently as I could muster. "So let's you and me kill that bottle and we can trade war stories til you're drunk enough to walk back in there and pass right the hell out."

He watched me carefully for a moment or two, I suppose in an effort to determine my level of sincerity. Then he poured himself another drink, sat back against the headboard, this time pulling both legs up, plopping them on the bed and crossing them at the ankles. He took a deep breath, then a healthy sip before he met my eye again. "You slapped me."

I nodded slowly, trying not to smile.

Sam looked back to his drink. "I think I needed it," he admitted.

Now I did smile.

"So, what do you want to hear? Wendigo or vampire?"

I chuckled. "One of each, please."

It wasn't until we were nearing the end of our best stories, as well as the end of the bottle and dancing at the line of sobriety, that Sam's mood seemed to shift to that darker place again. Dark, but honest.

"I have a hard time getting what he sees in you," Sam stated.

I raised my eyebrows. "Golly gee, Sam. Thanks?"

Sam laughed. "I didn't mean---"

I laughed, too. "Yeah, you did!"

"No!" he insisted, and while he was sitting himself up straighter against the headboard, managed to slosh the last of the tequila in his cup out, onto, and rolling down his undershirt. "Oh shit," he muttered.

I took his cup from him as he stood. "It's just an undershirt."

"No, I'm bummed about the tequila!" Sam replied with a wide smile, which was obscured briefly as he pulled the wet shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He flopped back down on the bed again.

Dean was well-built, but christ-on-a-cracker. I clearly had no idea what had been lurking under baby brother's exterior. I chugged the rest of my drink, begging it to burn its way down and kick in quickly so my epiphany wouldn't show on my face.

Sam picked up the bottle but I shook my head vehemently. "No no no no, sir," I said, setting our cups on the bedspread. I made a gimme motion with my hands and he grinned, passing it over. "You have wasted, but I am benevolent," I informed him.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mmm-hmmm. The last of this will be distributed equally." I unscrewed the cap and Sam observed as I carefully poured. I lifted them up to eyeball them once, adjusted the amount again. I nodded my head. "That'll do," I stated, handing him a cup, then holding mine toward him. "Last call. Got a toast?"

Sam thought for a second, then slowly shook his head and met my eye. "Nope."

"Nope, it is."

We did our shots, then Sam stacked our cups and leaned a little to set them on the nightstand.

"Oh, whoops," I commented, feeling the empty bottle bump against my calf with the movement of the mattress.

Sam was just leaning back when I shuffled in his direction, still on my knees, then leaned across him, planting a hand on the mattress to balance myself, putting the empty bottle on the night stand as well.

I'd shuffled onto the front hem of the shirt, feeling cool air as the back got hiked up, but my lack of any other garment didn't register until I felt Sam's fingertips ever-so-barely touch the bottom curve of the ass cheek closest to him, then slowly trail down the back of my thigh before it faded away. Though I'd set the bottle down, I didn't move, hand still planted on the mattress to the side of his hip.

"I saw you," Sam said, barely above a whisper, his fingertips repeating the touch, leaving no doubt that I'd misinterpreted or imagined anything. "That night. I saw you and Dean by the staircase."

I tensed slightly, brought my other hand down to grip the mattress. I needed the support. Not because I was drunk. Because I didn't feel as uncomfortable at his touch as perhaps I should've been. Because of what had already started between Dean and I.

"Did you?" I asked, not looking at him. The tracing from cheek to thigh and back up continued, meandering a bit to my inner thigh on the next pass.

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Do you think I should feel embarrassed?"

"No."

Sam's fingers pushed the hem of his shirt a little higher, exposing more of my ass. I glanced over at him. He was watching his fingers.Up, over, down, up, over, down.

"Do you think you should be embarrassed?"

A tiny smile and chuckle. "I don't know."

"Are you?"

"No." The smile faded. The shirt hem got pushed a little higher. The fingers drifted a little further. "I got so hard," he whispered, still watching his fingers.

I wanted to hear more. "Tell me."

"The sounds the two of you were making..."

Sam's fingertips pressed a little harder, no longer on the back of my thigh, only going from my cheek to my inner thigh now.

"...how Dean's hand was moving in your pants..."

The shirt hem was resting on my lower back, my ass completely exposed now.

"...how you were grinding your pussy."

My eyes fell closed briefly, and I shivered when, on that last word, Sam's fingertips barely grazed that very area. A glance downwards showed me perhaps Sam did know what Dean saw in me. And I tilted my head towards him again. "Were you as hard as you are now?" I asked.

He met my eye, his hand still moving, though not as quickly, the fingers lingering as they moved to the center, drifting up between my cheeks then slowly moving back down. "Harder."

"What did you do?"

"Went back to my room." Another pause at my ever-dampening entrance, then back up, over my taint, over my asshole, back down.

"Then what?"

"Thought about the two of you fucking."

"While you stroked it?"

"Til I came."

The corners of my mouth went up. "But you just can't figure out what he sees in me."

Sam's eyes flashed and a wicked little grin came to his face. "I know you wouldn't kiss him, he told me. And that you didn't fuck him."

I narrowed my eyes. "Then I guess you know all there is to know. Sammy."

Sam's grin disappeared, but his touches continued, albeit more firmly, more the pads of his fingers than just the tips.

"Why'd you come down here?" I asked, trying to take a little edge off my tone.

"Why didn't you kiss him?"

"Why'd you come down here?" I asked again, harshly, because fuck my tone.

"Why didn't you fuck him?"

I rolled my eyes, sighed, then began to move to sit up when suddenly Sam came forward, pressing his lips into mine. Though he'd made the bold move, he suddenly hesitated. And I immediately got annoyed at this boy and whatever game he was trying to play.

I pushed my lips back against his, deepening the kiss. Sam responded in kind, and I opened my mouth, letting his tongue in to wrestle with mine. I pivoted, bringing my body around, one knee on either side of his thighs. He gripped my bare ass in his huge hands, squeezing with every thrust of our tongues.

"You're a good kisser," I breathed out when he moved his lips down my neck. Sam licked his way back up, bringing his mouth to mine again. I sucked on his bottom lip. A small groan emerged from his throat. As I pulled away, letting my teeth pull on the lip a bit as I did, I whispered, "I didn't kiss Dean because I didn't want to. I'm kissing you because I do want to."

Sam looked at me with hooded eyes. I felt his erection pulse beneath me. I leaned in for another round of kisses, and this time they were deeper, rougher, more tangled than before. He wrapped his arms completely around me, pulling in tightly, pushing my naked pussy directly against the rock-hard bulge.

"Ask me," I whispered when we pulled back from the kiss and were each catching our breath.

Sam didn't hesitate. "Do you want to fuck me?"

I looked at him seriously. "Will you promise to put it all the way inside of me?" I pushed my pelvis into him and his eyelids fluttered.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Will you pound me til I come?"

"Oh god yes," Sam practically moaned, gripping my ass so tight I knew I'd have bruises.

"Stand up."

I moved off of his lap, raising back up on my knees as he stood. The tip of his cock was peeking above the waistband of the track pants. I gently pulled the pants down, licking my lips, getting wetter and wetter in anticipation. Sam's cock was thick, and while it wasn't the girth of Dean's - because, fuck, whose was? - it was easily an inch longer. I knew immediately it would hit me in every conceivable spot.

While I briefly contemplated attempting a blow job, I just couldn't wait any longer. I felt slick drops beginning to run out of me at just the sight. So I gently gave the tip a little lick and a tiny kiss. And then I turned around, still kneeling on the mattress, raising my ass and presenting my wet pussy to him. I heard an audible gasp, but then Sam seemed to recover quickly because the next thing I knew, he had entered me.

"Oh, fuuuuck," I groaned at that first long stroke, willing myself not to push back into him, wanting him to take the lead, see what the younger Winchester would be bringing to the table.

"Holy shit," Sam gasped, gripping my hips as I felt him adjust his stance. He began to pull back but paused before he got a rhythm going. I glanced over my shoulder. "Did you mean it?" he asked in the lowest register I think I'd ever heard his voice take.

"Mean what?"

"Pounding?"

I grinned, and then turned away from him once more, this time extending my arms in front of me and grabbing up two fistfuls of bedding, preparing to brace myself. "Sam. I don't say anything I don't mean."

The next thrust was deeper, and on the third, he was completely ensheathed, those luscious hip bones grinding into me. "Oh yessss," I heard him hiss, just as he ramped up the speed.

Before long, my entire body was being jolted as Sam took my instruction to heart, pounding, swiveling every now and then so he made sure his dick hit every square inch. He was back to kneading my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, squeezing them back together, thumbs running over and pressing around my asshole.

I leaned down more, resting on my forearms and arching my back, now unable to resist pushing myself back onto him, matching his thrusts. Better braced, I used one hand to unbutton the borrowed shirt, letting it fall open so my breasts could move freely, and my erect, sensitive nipples wouldn't keep scraping across the fabric. Then I moved my hand lower.

Sam moaned as I made a V with my index and middle finger, placing them so he felt an extra bit of pressure with every pump. "Stop, I don't want to come yet," he managed, and then he pulled out, grabbed me by the waist, turning me around and pulling me up to face him.

As Sam crushed his mouth to mine again, our tongues angrily battling each other, he slid his shirt off of me, throwing it away, then wrapped his muscled arms around me, smashing our naked bodies together. I put my hands on either side of his face then drug them down, pressing into his pecs, over his nipples, over every taut ab. Right as I was about to stroke his cock, he looked at me and spoke.

"Did you do this with Dean?" Sam asked, his voice husky, his eyes seeming almost angry as he pulled me closer, running the fingers of one hand between my ass cheeks again, pulling moisture from my pussy to my taint and asshole, letting his finger linger there, stroking over it.

And though he knew the answer, I confirmed it for him. "No."

Another quick trip, gliding down, returning with more wetness, pressing his middle finger more firmly to my asshole. "Did Dean touch you here?"

"No."

Now pinning my body against his with his left arm, Sam reached between my legs from the front with his right hand, jamming his first three fingers inside my cunt all the way to the knuckles, making me yelp in surprise. He brought the dripping fingers out, up and over my hip, smearing the wetness down my crack, swirling his middle finger on my asshole, pushing in with every rotation til he was slowly fingering my ass, in and out, increasing the speed.

I clutched onto his shoulders, as he let my torso go. I was groaning into his neck as he grabbed my right cheek with his now free left hand, pulling it to the side, opening me more, gliding another finger inside, scissoring, up, down, side to side, fast and rough.

"Did you let Dean stretch your asshole?" he asked, pumping and pumping, his cock even harder between us.

"No!" I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders, and he captured my mouth in another wild kiss.

He eased his fingers out gently, but then clamped down on my hips as he ended the kiss to look at me dead in the eye. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he stated, then pushed me backwards.

Leaning back on my elbows now, I looked up to him with a cheshire grin. His face was set in such an authoritative mode, he looked nothing like the little brother I'd associated him with in my mind. He stared down at me, eyes roaming over my breasts, then to my crotch, then back to my eyes as he gave his cock several fierce tugs. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, doubled it over.

"Raise your hips," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I replied, and he stuffed the pillow under me, tilting my pelvis completely off the bed. I let my knees fall open, the cool air hitting my hot core and making me shiver.

He gave his cock another few strokes, eyes never leaving my crotch. "Spread your legs."

I complied.

"Wider."

I did as I was told.

Sam reached down with both hands, studying every fold intensely, running his thumbs over, around, then between the puffy outer lips, pointedly ignoring my huge, engorged clit. He ultimately planted his knuckles on either side of my entrance, his thumbs continuing to keep my folds and lips to the side, pushing my hips even wider, opening me completely.

"Fuck, you've got a pretty pussy," he muttered. Then he met my eye."Did Dean go down on you?"

"He licked me clean after I made myself come," I replied with a raised eyebrow, fully aware that I was taunting him. "Does that count?"

The side of Sam's mouth twitched up briefly before he broke eye contact and practically dove between my legs, thrusting his tongue in-and-out of my cunt, dragging it up and finally, blessedly, paying much-needed attention to my clit.

I sighed, letting my head fall back as he suckled at it, his lips as delicate as his thrusts were rough, thumbs still keeping my swollen lips to the side so he could occasionally run the tip of his tongue over and between every fold, swirling it around my entrance before plunging it in again.

And then Sam moved to a kneeling position beside the bed, putting my boosted pelvis more on his eye-level. I missed his face and his mouth, wanted it back in my pussy, and made a little whimper sound involuntarily. He didn't make me wait. Returning his lips to my clit, he again sucked at it, then up, over, under with his tongue, though when he moved down, he changed his pattern, going further, spreading my cheeks, running his warm tongue over my tender asshole for several moments then moving back up, kissing along my inner thighs til he stood. Then there was one last order as he moved to kneeling in front of me on the mattress:

"Put my cock in your cunt."

I reached down, barely had the tip in my entrance when Sam shoved it completely inside of me. I had no footing, nothing to brace myself with, so I extended my arms up and behind me, grateful I was close enough for my palms to make contact with the headboard. I was practically seeing stars, my breaths coming in ragged pants now. I was so sore already, and all I wanted was more.

Every pump was rapid, and every third or fourth, Sam would pull almost all the way out before slamming in deeper, jack-hammering my core relentlessly. My breasts were bouncing wildly and suddenly his huge hands were on them, squeezing, pulling, catching my nipples between his fingers, pinching, twisting. Nothing was gentle, nothing was tender, and I was grunting, craving more.

The pillow was yanked away and I felt Sam's body press down on top of me, felt his hands snake up, pull mine away from the headboard, wind his fingers through mine, his grip tight, felt his mouth crush into mine, his hips continuing their work. I wrapped my legs around him, dug my heels in below his ass and he moaned into my mouth as the shift in position let him sink even deeper.

Our eyes locked as I began to match his rhythm, the pace slowing a bit as I clenched purposefully around his cock every now and then, delighting in how it would take his breath away. A tiny bead of sweat ran from his hairline down to the tip of his nose. I grinned, and his stoic expression wavered as he grinned back.

"What?" he asked.

"You need a break."

Sam shook his head. "No way," he replied, nearly completely breathless, but increasing the speed of his thrusts as if to prove me wrong.

"Mmmmm," I hummed in pleasure, but I had a request. "Let me ride you?"

For his answer, Sam let go of my hands, putting his arms underneath me, then flipping us over so I was on top. Sitting up, he scooted us down to the end of the bed, planting his feet on the floor, keeping his arms around me and his cock inside me the entire time. We kissed like maniacs again, then just as I was beginning to find a rhythm, Sam whispered in my ear.

"What else can we do?"

I chuckled, swirling my hips, and replied, "This not doing it for you?"

"I just..."

I stopped. What the fuck was it about me riding either of these men that seemed to bring things to a weird halt? I was going to get a complex at this rate. "What?" I demanded, looking him dead in the eye.

"I.. I... I want to do things with you that... that..."

Shit. The return of the Aw, Shucks Sam.

"That's different than what Dean and I did?" I finished for him.

A timid nod.

I climbed off of him.

"Wait, no--" Sam began.

"Here's one thing that's different: Dean and I didn't talk this much about Dean when I was naked with Dean and playing with Dean's cock and grinding on Dean's fingers - get it, Sam?"

Sam seemed dejected, and I was so angry at myself for thinking I could fuck my way out of feeling... feeling...

Feeling so helpless seeing Dean so hurt.

Because I did ask the eighth goon why Dean was taken. Assured him I'd let him go if he was honest. He told me they were hired to take him and rough him up because he'd been asking around about me in all the wrong circles. That Dean was bringing attention to me, and there were other parties who did not appreciate it. The crew would get a bonus if they drew Sam out too, triple pay if they brought back proof of death on both Winchesters. I told the goon I believed him before I pulled the trigger.

So, yeah. It was me. Dean was hurt because of me.

And now I felt like seeing Sam hurt more.

"As a matter of fact - how many times have you said my name tonight, hmmm? Because I lost count of how many times you've said your brother's name about five or six 'Deans' ago."

Sam remained completely quiet, looking at me with glassy eyes.

I picked his shirt up off the floor and tossed it to him. "Thanks," I said flatly, then went to the bathroom and turned on the water.

I heard the door close a few moments later.

I climbed in the shower and burst into tears.

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