Lost in Ecstasy

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. It all belongs to the creators of Supernatural.

A/N: This is my first story, so I'm sorry if it sucks.

He stroked her cheek with his left hand, gazing at her eyes in a dreamy state. She's so beautiful.

She sighed, placing her hand over his, and pressing her forehead to his. His right hand went to her waist and squeezed a little. She gasped quietly, her body leaning forward against his. Take me.

Alone in silence. Placed in ecstasy without an escape. With no reason to escape. Dimming candles barely lighting the room, causing a pleasant darkness to surround them.

His mouth leaned closer to hers, his breath becoming quick and sharp. Their eyes closed, being lost in each other's embrace. He knew his brother would not be pleased with his choice, but for once, he refused to allow his brother to keep him from freedom.

"Sam…" Bela whispered.

He crushed her mouth with his, slowly inserting his tongue in the process. As the night progressed, their movements became faster and harder, as if competing. Pleasant moans were released from Bela's throat, grunts allowed Sam to respond seeing as how he was becoming out of breath, and any extra silence was shattered with hard, passionate breathing.

Bela's left arm laid on Sam's chest as her head rested on his shoulder. One hand was behind his head and the other was wrapped around Bela. They were still trying to catch their breath even after ten minutes.

The door knob clicked and the hinges creaked a bit, causing Sam and Bela to sit up straight. Bela held the sheet to her chest. In strolled Dean, expecting the TV to still be on, dishes in the sink and a few in the drain, and Sam to have already been asleep. He turned his head toward Sam's bed as soon as he cleared the doorway. There he stood, beyond shocked, staring at his brother.

The only thing he uttered was, "What the hell, Sam!?"

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