DISCLAIMER:

I own only Melanie and my other made-up characters. No Winchesters, no Supernatural.

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NOTE:

Okay this story is going to be full of heavy Sam smut. I love Sam—he's my favorite Winchester—even though Dean can be down-right hot sometimes. So this story is all about Sam, and the title will make sense when you read. So here is the first chapter with some smutty goodness in it. For those of you reading my other one, I apologize for this one is taking over my brain right now.

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Melanie opened her legs up for Sam and shook her head as she did so. She shouldn't and she knew she shouldn't, but she wanted to feel him inside of her so badly. She rocked her hips up as his hard member rubbed against her opening, putting as he pulled himself away so he wouldn't penetrate. He started to come back down against but had to move again when she rocked up, shaking his head.

"Not yet, Baby." Sam whispered. "Work for it."

Melanie whimpered as he pushed his fingers inside of her already wet womanhood, moving herself against his hand as his fingers dipped and stroked inside of her making her moan. He used his thumb to massage her clit, making her moan and pant. He grinned as she clenched a little, wanting his length inside of her, wanting her to clench around that—but his fingers would do for now. She moaned again when he added a third finger, starting to rock against him, wanting his length, but settling for his fingers, moaning softly again as she felt the wetness pour out of her, coating his fingers.

Melanie watched as he slipped his fingers out of her, making her groan as he sucked off one of the fingers. Was he going to tease her like this the whole time? Sam closed his eyes and groaned, happily sucking off her musky taste, grunting as he felt her hot mouth on one of the other fingers, sucking her wetness off of it. Just the knowledge that she was tasting herself off of his God-like fingers was making her want him even more, and she slid her mouth off and rested her hand on his hot member.

"I came here for a long, hard, screw Sam." Melanie whispered in his ear, gripping his member and nipping his earlobe at the same time. "Please, Sammy…just goddamn—"

Melanie was pleasantly rewarded with a hard, longing kiss from Sam, moaning and grunting happily as his tongue pushed inside of her mouth. The stark naked man in front of was finally going to push his way inside of her and she found herself blushing when he played with the ring on her finger. She quickly slipped it off, not wanting to think of her husband right now, and Sam grinned wickedly. He had absolutely no problems banging a married woman, and Melanie was glad because she'd wanted Sam since she met him. He laid her back down on the bed, grinding his painful erection against her wet womanhood, eliciting another delectable moan from her…

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"What's up, Baby?" Zane Delhickey asked, stroking his wife's thigh as she moaned in her sleep. "Wet dream 'bout me, Baby?"

Melanie turned over and nodded even though she knew it wasn't true. Zane enjoyed the feel of his wife's hips against his, making him hard. He knew that marrying Melanie had been a fast decision, but to be fair they both thought she was pregnant. When they found out she wasn't, they didn't even bother to get the marriage annulled, and now they'd been married three years and weren't even thinking about divorce. Zane grunted as he felt her shove her hand into his boxers and pull his length out, pushing her panties off and rocking herself against him, moaning as his member pushed inside of her.

"Zane…" She moaned, happily rocking her body against his as he turned them so he was on his back, thrusting up against her, her hands fisting the sheets beneath them as she rocked, knowing she really wanted to be rocking against Sam…even though she'd never met him before in her life. "Harder, Zane…God…harder…"

Zane nodded and gripped his wife's hips, helping her to move against him hard, loving the feel of her wetness suddenly on him.

"That's it, Baby…I'll fuck you good." He said, thrusting up inside of her harder and faster. "So good, Baby."

The dirty talk didn't really turn her on at all, but she simply imagined Sam telling her she was beautiful…Sam telling her that he'd never leave her…Sam telling her that he'd take her away from here…Sam exploding inside of her instead of Zane exploding outside of her who always chanted, 'Yes, fuck yes' when he ejaculated. Honestly as much as she had once thought that she loved him, she knew she was strictly with Zane for the stability—especially since she knew Zane had a mistress. Still, she only used him for sex when she had wet dreams about her dream man. God…the very thought of Sam made her move against Zane harder when he stopped since he'd released and was done.

"You want me to fuck you more?" Zane asked her. "Fine…my way."

Melanie didn't care whose way it was—she needed one more orgasm, just one. She allowed him to turn them over roughly, bucking against her like an animal. It didn't matter as long as he brought her to where she needed to be. She gripped the sheets madly as she felt the pleasure building, cry out a 'yes' as she found herself orgasming quite wonderfully. Her body started to relax as she let Zane release outside of her again between her legs on the mattress, and when he pushed in, went a little more and then pulled out she felt satisfied, and she knew Zane was feeling quite pleased with himself. Melanie rested her body against his, letting him wrap his arms around her and holding her there…where are you, Sam? And who the Hell are you?

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Sam was starting to feel a little weirded out that he kept having wet dreams about Melanie. He didn't even know who the Hell Melanie was, but she kept showing up in his dreams and the second he got close to penetrating her, he'd wake up and find himself sweating, his sheets wet where he'd leaked on them dreaming about her. Then he'd have to finish himself off and then get into the shower, washing away the desire for this imaginary dream girl of his. Dean even sometimes made fun of him for the sounds he'd made, so Sam had to finish himself off in the shower.

In fact that was what Sam was doing right then—tugging on himself as the cold water ran down him. God, Melanie was beautiful—perfect breasts, long legs that held him perfectly, loving arms, soft hair, warm lips…and a very, very sexable opening. He'd remembered getting to look at her right where his member would slide into her, and she was wet and waiting for him. Just thinking about actually getting to push himself in there and do to her what he never even got to do to her in dreams, made him tug on himself a little harder, releasing into the shower and grunting a little before he washed himself off.

The worst part about it all was that in his dreams, Melanie was married. How could he possibly pull a Dean and fuck a married woman? He was Sam Winchester—didn't he have morals? Morals that said you shouldn't fuck a beautiful, horny, married woman who wanted you inside of her more than anything? She was married to another man who had given her vows that she had given him back, and you didn't mess with that. Hell, it was even in the bible that adultery was frowned upon.

"So who were you dreaming about this time?" Dean asked Sam as Sam stepped out into the main room of the motel fully dressed.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, you have more wet dreams than me, so lay off—Hell you even jack off more than me."

Dean shrugged. "Means I'm a man."

Sam sighed loudly and sat down on the couch, opening up his laptop and trying desperately to push Melanie from his mind. They were here in Ohio strictly to fight whatever it was that was killing people—he had to focus on that and not on some naked dream girl. Some naked dream girl that begged him to penetrate her and got upset when he tried to make her work for it. God he wanted that girl…needed to touch himself again just thinking about her but couldn't because Dean was right there.

"Delhickey." Dean said.

Sam grunted. "Not funny."

"No, no, Delhickey—they were friends of the last victim." Dean explained.