Sam sat on the floor of his motel room, his back against the foot of the bed and his head on the bed. His face, neck, hands, and clothes were all covered in blood. Demon blood. Two demons were slumped in front of him, both bled dry by the Winchester. His breaths were sharp and erratic. He knew he relapsed and he knew how bad that was but at the moment he was too focused on the feeling of the demon blood rushing through his body.

"Told you this would be easy. See? You forgot was this was like, don't you feel better?" It's a smirk gracing the brunette's lips as she perches watching from atop a nearby table, legs crossed with a fire in her eyes. "Good thing you ditched your brother for this hunt."

"Don't mention my brother," he said, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his composure. "You have no right to do so."

"Why? Because you willing left him for something he himself would be hunting? You know how he feels about demons. Sam, if you would've just stuck with this instead of letting him detox you, you could have iced Lillith by now! Don't you see? He's nothing but a set back! You're better off without him! You're more powerful, more levelheaded, more-" she pauses, slipping off the table to kneel by him, wiping at the blood that covered his face and neck with the sleeve of his flannel she had tied around her waist.

"More everything he isn't." She added, waiting for his reaction.

He picked his head up, looking at her dead in the eyes.

"I said don't mention him. You know how I feel about demons too, okay? And you know why you're an exception." He propped himself up a bit more, his eyes still staring into hers with complete seriousness.

"Just, don't, please.." He looked away, not wanting to think about ditching him.

"Fine, I won't. But those few months when we first started training you like this...things were ok. Can't we go back to that? Fuck, I remember how I pissed you off. You're incredibly attractive when you're mad, you have to know that." She wiped at his forehead, pressing a kiss to it after.

"C'mon, we gotta clean these bodies up, don't want the staff to freak out. Or not, it's not like you're ever gonna come back here."

"I know." He said that in response to her telling him about his attractiveness but he figured he should leave it up in the air. "I wish.." He said quietly before using the bed to push himself up.

"Sam, what? You keep trailing off on me. Yeah so maybe you're a little high right now from the blood but I need you to focus, ok?" She pressed, getting up after him to look at him, beginning to scrub the blood from his hands with the clean sleeve of the flannel.

"I am focused," he said, looking away from her. He knew what he was focused on and it wasn't the apocalypse or the hunt. It was her. He wanted her right now and he didn't want to admit it.

"Let's just clean this up.."

"Alright." She sighed, eyes flickering black as she watched him move to pick up one of the bodies, his muscles tensing under the weight dispute there not being much of a fight beforehand. God how she wanted him, to just be pinned down and marked up, neverminding how much of her brothers' demonic blood got on her.

"But after? You talk to me. You've been distant. You can open up to me, otherwise you're halfway through a bottle of whiskey and regret," she pointed out. With a shrug she tried to pick up the other body, resorting to drag it instead. "Atleast it's nighttime so there's no chance of this looking really really bad," she laughed softly.

"Let's just get the cleaned up then we can leave in the morning, okay?" He paused, carrying the one body outside. The quicker he did this, he thought, the quicker he do what he wanted. Looking at her with the other body, "You want to be my bottle of whiskey or something? But you know how damaged I am."

"We both know what you want, Sam. I know how you're damaged, and I know how you take it out. Whiskey only makes it worse, though I kinda love what you do to me in return. And yeah, we'll leave in the morning, because as soon as we get back into the room, I don't think you're going to let me leave," she teased, eyes flickering again as she tried to heave the body over a shoulder before he was picking it up off her, walking towards the back of the motel.

He carried the bodies, thinking intently about how bad he wanted her.

"You're right, I'm not. I'm getting what I want tonight," he said, putting the two bodies on the wood, dousing them in lighter fuel. He threw a match on them and looked at her. "It's been too long, if you ask me."

Her mouth twisted into a grin as she walked closer to him, one hand stroking his face.

"There's the Sam I know. Yeah, sure has - all my bruises and marks have healed, and you know how I hate that. Like feeling claimed, y'know? Makes the other demons think I'm actually doing dangerous shit." It was another laugh, one hand running through her hair, "Oh, all the kinks in my hair are out too, you know what that means..."

He smirked, a devilish look in his eyes. "Of course I do; I'll see what I can do to fix that." His hand now running through her hair.

"You better, Winchester." It was a light growl as her hands moved to cup his face, she all but launching on her tiptoes to shower his face with open mouthed kisses, partly ashamed she was acting so needy.

He kissed her back just as passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth once again. His hands came down, gripping under her ass and picking her up. He needed this- needed, and wanted, it more than anything at that moment.

She gasped loudly when he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as her mouth opened under his, inviting him in. When the kiss broke, she clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders to tease him.

"Room. Now."

He nodded, walking to the room at a fast pace, keeping her close to him. He opened the door and slammed her down on the bed, his mouth already back on hers.

She held out a hand towards the door and it slammed shut as she wiggled under him, trying to get comfy in the moment.

His hands roamed her torso, grabbing her jacket and taking it off, throwing it aside. His lips on her neck, biting, drawing blood and drinking it.

"O-oh, fuck...S-Sam-" she hissed, hands reaching to bury themselves in his hair, she smiling as she panted. "Hell, just- not too much," she reminded gently, eyes slipping shut as she tried to arch under him for more friction between her legs.

He let out a small grunt, letting her know he acknowledged what she said. He felt a bulge in his pants growing as he took off her shirt, his hands on the sides of her body, feeling her soft skin. He grinded softly against her, letting out a small noise of satisfaction himself.

She shuddered against him, sitting up to pull off her bra. "Mark me up."

"I've been aching for it." He said as he used his psychic powers to keep her down, not even needing to focus too hard on it at this point. He grabbed the knife on the nightstand and looked down at her. "Where to start.." he began as he poked her stomach with the knife. "Here, maybe..?"

She bit her lip, eyes shutting as a tear almost slipped down her face at him motioning there. When she'd been human - though she was a witch, she'd lost a child, and the memory of the intense loneliness and pain were still there despite them being hundreds of years old. "Please..." she found herself begging, hoping if he did this, the memory would reset, she could let the pain fade finally. And though she was a demon, how she'd long for another, although it could never happen.

He softly dug the knife into her skin, cutting just a bit. The best thing about this arrangement was that he got to have whatever blood dripped. His lips softly met the cut, his tongue dipping in and licking the excess blood around the cut. He pushed the knife really close to her right breast and smirked.

"How about here?" The fact he was not only able to get the extra blood, but to cut her, excited him. He wanted to kill her since he met her, but was also really attracted to both her vessels when he shouldn't have been, so not only did he get the arousal of having her under him- he also got to atone for not killing her, in his mind.

"Anywhere, Sam, please. Want y-you to be...happy," She trailed off, eyes fully black now as she mewled in pleasure at what he was doing to her, being she had a bit of a kink that didn't take him long to find. "My thighs, where you usually have your head...I'm so sensitive," she added breathlessly.

"I know, shh.. I know," he said as he kissed neck. "I'm just taking my time.." He added as he dug the knife into her softly and making a small cut. He let it bleed for a moment before his lips captured that cut as well, licking up the blood. He was a bit worried he'd had to hold her down tighter if it continued at this pace.

"I'm just saying, you know how I get. This is fun for you pro-prolonging it, you know what you do to m-me, ooh, yes," she sighed as his lips encircled her nipple, the knife moving to the other side of her body. "More, god, please..."

"You don't have to call me God.." he said with a smirk as the knife made another small cut and his lips went for it again.

"I-I was just-fuck nevermind, need you, need you so bad," she nearly purred, trying to pull him further on top of her. "Take your shirt off, please, let me feel you...it's been too long," she pleaded, still unable to understand how he made her like this.

He put the knife down on the bed, his hands undoing his flannel and quickly taking off his shirt, his muscles practically glowing. His hands went down to her waist, untying the flannel and undoing her pants, pulling them down. One of his hands lighting brushed her thigh as the other held him up, with her wrist caught under his hand.

She exhaled shakily, eyes opening again to met his gaze. "Mhm, missed this. You're warm...but it's warmer inside me," she laughed, winking as she tried to flex her wrist under him to touch herself.

He held her down tightly with his powers, realizing he had let her go a bit.

"Oh no, you're not moving, you're mine right now." He smirked, the knife finding her thigh and putting cut in it as he smirked.

She cried out as if in pain at that, her back trying to arch as he leaned down to lap at the cut.

"I'm yours, mhm got that right. No one else's, and you know who else wants me...well, dead atleast. But you won't let that happen, will you Sam?" she asked, eyes imitating his puppy dog pout.

She got him in a time of his greatest vulnerability.

"I wouldn't dream of it, I wouldn't let anyone else lay a finger on you," he said in a defensive tone as he left the traces of blood on his tongue. His lips coming up to her face as he gave her a passionate kiss. It was true that he loved her and he wasn't sure if he could deny it anymore.

Her hands tried to move against his hold to wrap around him, to glide down his back, anything to let him know that she really cared and loved to hear that from him.

"The cuts sting, but it feels good. It's like...it's hard to explain. I can't think with you on me like this." She admitted, kissing back and trying to lean up into his touch.

"I can't either," he admitted as well.

"I-I shouldn't but.." he trailed off as he made another small cut on her thigh, waiting before licking the blood up.

"I want you so badly," he said, "I need you.." His pants started to become too tight as he started to take them off with one hand, his other hand now intertwined with the demon's.