Disclaimer: I wished for the boys to be mine, but I got a gift card to Amazon instead.
Looking back at this, I don't think I gave it a proper introduction. I was going for suspense, but I think not explaining it just makes it more confusing than anything.
So here: Spoilers for 2x14 (Born Under a Bad Sign). This is something I think could have happened during "Sam's" playtime before Dean found him.
"I want to taste you." His lips graze her ear, the words exhaled in a puff of hot air.
His body slides behind her and he engulfs her with his presence. He is so tall- wide shoulders, long fingers, big arms. He whispers in her ear till her body tingles in arousal and her legs squeeze together, desperate and feeling space where she wants none.
Hands hold her sides, fingers grazing just below her breasts and he gently pushes her towards the exit. She leans her head back and is pillowed by muscular physique. Closing her eyes as she takes step after step, letting anonymity of hook-ups take the lead.
A rush of cool air comes and she hears the sound of cars in the distant. They are standing in dark seclusion now, just off the corner of raucous partying, and his features are lighted by the far off glow of streetlamps.
He murmurs, "You're beautiful, you know. Makes me want to do things to you."
Her lips curl, cheeks tugging upward, as she turns.
"Do what you want with me." And her hips pull forward, against his side. And her arms spread around him, barely covering his back. And his chuckle rumbles through her body.
"Alright." He leans her against the building wall and his hands are on her arms, thumbs stroking skin. He kisses her deeply and his grip hardens.
She strains against his hands, dancing on the edge of danger. She struggles and he presses against her until her heart and his pound against each other's chests. His eyes are shadowed by night as he overpowers her.
Desire and adrenaline rush through her and almost drown out the beating of his heart against hers. Let's play.
His touch becomes bruising and she tries to shake him off, but she can't. She has a feeling he's man capable of doing bad things.
It feels as if her blood flow is being cutoff and it burns. She has a feeling he's a man that makes others want to do bad things.
She hisses, "Stop it! You're hurting me." Don't stop. Then his mouth is on hers, harsh jerks ruling his attack. She tries to move her head back, but he follows her lips. She bites his tongue and tastes blood.
He pulls away and looks so utterly, deliciously furious. It makes her want to lick the blood away, suck on his lip until it tears away.
Sin rules her wanting. She likes it. For no other reason but that she can, she wants to yell. She wants to startle him and have him panic when he is surrounded by people answering her call. She wants to watch his face when it happens. She wants to see more of the delicious anger.
A smiling scream crawls up her throat and he swallows it in suckling kissing.
He breathes her in and she moans. She knows he likes it. She can feel just how much he likes it. He drinks away her breath until she is desperate for air and he finally, finally pulls away.
His face is painted by satisfaction. A pool of heat rises in her stomach and she speaks fiercely. "What the hell, are you some sort of freak?" Her voice quivers minutely, but is steeled by excitement.
Then he smiles a horrible, bloodcurdling grin and his eyes are filled with evil, malicious black. His face is only more gruesome in this dimly lit crook and she pales. Suddenly, it's not her game anymore.
He says, "Something like that."
This time he lets her scream and then he tears her apart.