So I wasn't too sure where to put this one. I decided on the Dean/Cas page, since we'll eventually get there. I'm not entirely sure yet exactly how this is going to go, I'm writing this from a dream I had the other night. It was obviously a very sweet dream, hehe. So here's part 1, I hope you like :)
Sam felt the claws slip in and out of his exposed skin before he saw the creature.
He fell to his knees, his open shirt flapping in the breeze. It was hot and stuffy in the motel room, and he'd needed some air. One hand went to the ground to keep himself up. The other went to the waistband of his jeans. He was a Winchester, after all, and a Winchester is always armed. He pulled the knife from his waistband, and whirled to face the creature.
The werewolf roared at him, glaring with completely inhuman eyes, and took a running leap at him. The wolf was fast, but Sam was faster, and before the creature got its claws on Sam again, it was dead.
Sam lugged the corpse out back and threw it in a dumpster. He'd tell Dean about it when he came in, if he came in, and they'd deal with it together.
He leaned on the dumpster for a moment, and the world swam. He looked down at his wound, and saw it bleeding profusely. "Shit," he whispered.
He made it into the motel room where he rummaged for the first aid kit. His hands were shaking as he went through the supplies, and he sat down hard on the floor. His vision started to fade on the sides, and Sam got his first taste of real fear. "Please don't let me pass out like this. Please."
"Sam Winchester."
Sam looked up, startled. A beautiful woman floated into his vision. He had no idea if she was real or not. She looked at him, her features worried. "You are hurt, Sam Winchester."
"Am I dying? Are you an angel?"
The woman gave a small smile. "You are dying, Sam, but I'm not an angel. But I can help you, if you let me."
Sam slumped a little lower on the floor. His hand slipped in a pool of his own blood. "Let you?" he murmured suspiciously. "If you're a demon, I have no intention of making a deal."
"I'm not a demon either." She knelt before Sam and leaned in towards him. "Let me help." She lay a light kiss on his lips.
"What are you-"
"Shh," she whispered into his lips. "It's okay. Let me help you."
She pressed her lips harder on Sam's, her hands trailing up his legs. Her touch left a trail of heat wherever it went, and the more she touched him, the better he felt. His vision cleared, his head stopped spinning. Her hand deftly slipped inside his pants, and he gasped. She found his cock, her fingers playing lightly along his shaft. "Wh-what..." he stammered, but she just shushed him again. Her fingers tightened around his length and she started moving, up and down, in time to Sam's ragged breaths. She put her other hand on Sam's wound, and the pain became less. He pulled away from her lips to look down at his wound; it was closing up before his very eyes. He looked into the woman's eyes with wonder, and saw that they were sparkling, deep silver in colour.
"What are you?" he breathed.
She pulled her hand out of Sam's pants and smiled. "Just a girl who wants to help." She goes for the button on Sam's jeans, and he lets her. In what feels like half a second, his pants and boxers are gone, and she's lowering her head, her eyes never leaving Sam's. Sam thinks it's the most erotic thing he's ever seen.
She wrapped her hand around Sam's cock, holding it while she lowered her mouth towards it. She traced her tongue slowly around the head before taking it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, then faster. She ran her tongue down his shaft, enjoying his taste. She looked up briefly at him, his face is slack with pleasure, eyes half cast. She keeps sucking him, loving the way his body shivers under her.
She ran her hands all over Sam's bare torso, and through the pleasure he realized that he's completely healed. He covered the woman's hands with his own, and rubs up her arms to her back. She hums in appreciation, and the feeling of that on his cock makes him shiver even more.
Suddenly the warmth between his legs is gone, and Sam opened his eyes, confused. He looked around and saw her sitting on the motel room's futon-like sofa. She was naked. "You are completely healed, Sam Winchester," she said, "so we don't have to continue. But..." and she smiled.
"Like hell," Sam murmured, and quick as lightning, he's there next to her, pushing her down onto the sofa. He bends over her and kisses her neck. He moved down her body, kissing her all over, lingering over her breasts, taking them into his mouth. She threw her arms up over her head and wrapped her hands around the metal arm of the sofa. He kissed down her stomach and stopped just under her belly button. There he lingers for a moment, licking her softly, tickling.
He put one hand on each thigh and pulled her legs apart. He slowly lowered his head, but instead of going right for the prize, he licked down her inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. He finally moved back up and gave the smallest of nibbles on her throbbing clit. It makes her moan. He started licking her slowly, then faster. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. He pressed his fingers against her opening and teased her deliciously before pushing a finger in. As he slowly pumped his finger in and out, he continued licking her, creating a heavenly throbbing deep inside her.
Suddenly, he finds the spot. Her eyes widen and she gasped. He goes at it relentlessly, knowing he's got her, and doesn't stop until she's screaming, arching her back under him.
When she's stopped crying out, he lifted his head, a cocky smile on his wet lips. She reached down and pulled him up towards her by his hair. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She scratched her nails down his back, making him shiver.
He kissed her a moment longer before pulling away. He spread her legs again, tossing one of them almost nonchalantly over his arm. "I want to be inside you right now," he whispered a moment before sheathing himself inside of her. She grabbed a hold of his hips and used them to help herself move against him. His cock feels divine inside of her. He put her leg down, and puts his arms under her back, pulling her up to him so that she's sitting on him. She looked into his eyes as he's moving inside her, and kissed him.
He falls slowly backwards until he's lying down and she's the one on top, riding him. She rested her hands on the metal sofa arm and lowered one of her feet to the ground to help support herself. He lightly placed his hands on her hips, not wanting to impede her movements, but needing to feel her. Her head fell forward, hair falling into her eyes. She can hear him moaning softly under her, and that only excited her more. They go at it until her arms can no longer support her weight, and she slowly slides herself off of him and stands up. She smiled coyly.
"How do you want me?" she says with a teasing tone.
He stands. He gives her a quick kiss and turns her around without a word. He pushes her softly so that she's kneeling on the sofa, facing the wall. She leans on the back of the sofa and lifts her butt to him. He stands behind her, leaning his knees on the couch, and enters her once more. It's deeper from this angle, and she gasps.
He holds onto her, thrusting faster and faster. She screamed her pleasure out loud and her nails scratched the wall. The orgasm hit her in almost crippling waves, and her muscles tighten around him, and he climaxed a moment later.
He leaned against her and they stay there for a few moments, letting their breathing return to normal. He slides out of her, and she backed off the sofa, standing shakily. All of a sudden, he started laughing. She turned to look at him, puzzled. He bent over and picked up a cup of water that was on the floor. He held it in front of him and she saw his boxers hanging half in, half out of the cup. She shrugged and grinned. "I didn't pay attention to where I threw them."
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. He's taken aback for a moment, it seemed like such an intimate gesture for people who are all but strangers. Which reminded him...
"What's your name?" he said into her hair.
She smiled against his chest. "Rowan. My name is Rowan."
She pulled away and walked toward the door, suddenly and mysteriously dressed once more. "I will see you again, Sam Winchester," she said as she pulled the door open. He has barely enough time to say "Wait!" and she's gone, the door closed softly behind her. He grabbed a shirt to hide his nakedness, and yanked the door open. He's greeted by the quiet, empty night.