Wicked Intent

Coffeemaniac

Warnings: Suggestive situations, Violence

February, 2000

Sam knocked on Kaylee Sullivan's door. He pulled his coat, a ragged hand-me-down from Dean, closer around his body. The cold February wind seemed to blow through the material easily and he figured he'd have to go to a thrift shop soon to replace it. His blue jeans were newer, only looking frayed at the ankles. The button down blue flannel was new, purchased on clearance, but still new.

The door opened revealing a pleasant looking woman with short blond hair and wearing a loose fitting sweater. Holding out her hand, she smiled at Sam.

"I'm Kaylee's mother. You must be Sam Winchester," she said.

He shook with her. "Yes, ma'am."

"Come on in out of the cold. Kaylee is just about ready."

Sam nodded as he walked into the foyer of a nice single story house. He tried to hide his nervousness as she led him into the living room.

A skinny boy with light brown hair sat on the gray couch clutching a game control while playing Mario Brothers. With a small scowl, Mrs. Sullivan picked up an empty glass that sat next to the boy.

As she invited Sam to sit down, she said, "Don't mind Ricky. He barely knows we're in the room."

"Thank you," Sam said. He sat down at the opposite end of the couch but stayed perched on the edge of the cushion. He hoped Kaylee arrived soon. He wasn't used to being around regular families, or moms, and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

"Do you want something to drink?" Mrs. Sullivan said.

"No, thank you, ma'am."

"What are you two doing tonight?" Kaylee's mother said. She stood a couple of feet away from him. She still held the empty glass.

"I thought we'd grab a slice," he said, "And then go to the football game."

"It's a big game," she said. "East versus West. Big rivalry."

"That's what I was told."

"That's right. You're new in town, aren't you?"

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

He, Dean and their father arrived a few weeks earlier. They were staying in a two bedroom extended stay motel. They came to town to investigate a poltergeist case but they soon discovered the entity was travelling from house to house in the neighborhood. Poltergeist generally fixated on a female tween in one home, sometimes a male, sometimes an angst ridden teenager. Nothing in Sam's research or his father's experience suggested one would travel between homes of unrelated people.

At sixteen, Sam worked cases with the same responsibility as his father and brother. Several years earlier his role had changed from strictly research and maintenance to actively investigating. They worked as a team to decipher and resolve any cases that their father found.

Sam would have preferred a more normal situation that didn't involve hunting monsters but that wasn't the Winchester way.

Mrs. Sullivan continued chatting until Kaylee walked into the living room. Sam felt a jolt of interest when he saw her. With blond hair hanging around her shoulders, a black sweater and blue jeans that hugged her figure, she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She blushed as she greeted him and Sam shot to his feet. His father taught him to stand when a female entered the room.

"Just a moment before you go," Mrs. Sullivan said. "Kaylee's dad will want to meet you."

"Mom," Kaylee said, sounding annoyed.

Her mother called out "Bob" and a normal looking guy with short hair, and wearing a Buffalo Bills sweatshirt, came from the same direction Kaylee had emerged from.

He walked up to Sam with his hand out. Sam shook with him.

"Sam Winchester, right?" Bob Sullivan said.

"Yes, sir."

"What does your dad do, Sam?"

"He's a mechanic." The partial lie came out automatically.

"Does he work for someone locally?"

"Right now he's just working on his own, taking jobs when they come up. My brother helps him."

"Is your brother older or younger?"

"Older. About four years."

"Will you be seeing him tonight?" Bob said.

"No," Sam said, wondering at the odd question.

"Good. Good. Kaylee doesn't need to be hanging around adult men, does she?"

"Oh, right, yeah, no," Sam said, understanding the inquiry. "It'll just be the two of us except at the game and that's just kids."

"All right then. Kaylee's curfew is at 11:00, are you going to have her home by then?"

Sam nodded. "Yes, sir, if that's her curfew, I'll make sure she's here."

"God, Dad," Kaylee said. Her voice came out tight and high pitched.

Her father ignored her. "All right, son, you two have a good time. I'll see you when you bring her home."

Sam nodded as he shook with Bob again. He turned around to glance at Kaylee and gave her a small smile to let her know he wasn't offended by her father.

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A few hours later, Sam stood outside the motel room where he and his family were staying. Kaylee leaned on his arm and chattered about the loss to their school. The high school football team played badly but Kaylee knew several of the players so she blamed the bitter cold and bad calls by the referees. Sam chose not to argue. He liked listening to her talk and he liked the way her warm body felt against his.

She had started stroking her fingers along his arm and side during the game. Her hand had traveled across his belly too, lingering just above his belt. She had kissed him several times with warm, soft pecks. A couple of times her lips stayed longer and harder while her fingers clutched his hips, or hooked in his belt loops. Sam had readily responded, adding his own arms wrapping her close against him.

Sam rubbed her back, his large hands easily covering her narrow frame from hips to shoulder. Her breasts pressed against his chest while she cupped the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. He dared a couple of quick touches to her butt and she didn't stop him so he gathered the tight globes tightly, his whole body igniting when she didn't give any sign that he overstepped.

Instead, Kaylee pushed up on her heels and kissed him more firmly, letting him sink his tongue into her mouth while she rested her body against his.

The cold around them blew bitterly which only drove Sam to hold her more tightly, protecting her from the chill while they embraced.

"Let's go in where it's warm," Sam said, his mouth hovering just above hers. "No one's in there."

"In a motel? Just the two of us?" Kaylee said. She clenched her teeth in a tight smile and hunched her shoulders.

"It's where I live. Same as going to my house if I had one," Sam said.

She nodded. "Okay. I guess that's true."

Sam put his arm around her. He could feel her tensed posture so he lightly rubbed her shoulder. She relaxed a little and he smiled to himself. He liked making her feel safe and her body warmed him. He had draped his jacket over her earlier so the only heat he was getting was from her.

He unlocked the door and checked his watch. They still had an hour before she needed to be home.

He stood back to let her in first then offered to get them drinks. He'd need to go to the vending machine but he wanted her to feel welcome. She declined but stood near the center of the room with her arms folded in front of her.

"Have a seat," Sam said. "I can walk you home in a little bit."

Nervous energy hummed through him and he was relieved when his voice sounded steady. It seemed like Kaylee might want to go further than just the petting they'd been doing. He hadn't made it to third base yet but he was anxious to try. Dean said if he made it there then "going all the way" was practically a sure thing.

Kaylee perched on the edge of the couch. She skimmed off his jacket, laying it neatly on the nearby chair. Sam settled beside her. He took her hand first then slipped his arm around her. Gently tugging her backward, he pressed her into the couch before covering her mouth with his. She sighed against his lips, squirming to get more comfortable. Sam pushed his tongue inside then cupped her breast with one hand. It felt warm and firm beneath her shirt and his body responded enthusiastically. He curled his arm around her back, keeping her close while he explored her mouth. He could feel her heart beating fast against his own. His free hand glided slowly to the hem of her black sweater and he pushed underneath finding soft skin.

Sam noticed Kaylee's palms pressed around his shoulders, not hugging him but squeezing against his upper arms. Her mouth stayed planted against his and she shifted again.

He stroked circles against her belly then slowly slid his fingers beneath the top of her jeans. Wanting to see her face, he pulled away from her mouth while he dove deeper beneath her clothes.

Expecting to see his own excitement reflected back at him, Sam was stunned when he saw her eyes tightly closed and tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sam recoiled as she shoved against his chest. Heart pounding in shock, he bounded to his feet.

"Get away from me," she yelled as she stood up. Wide eyed and visibly shaking, she straightened her clothes with one hand while she held the other one up as if to ward him off.

Sam heard the front door opening but his focus remained on Kaylee. He didn't understand her anger and panic as she backed away from him.

"What is going on in here?" Sam's father said. His voice sounded like thunder in the small room.

"He wouldn't stop," Kaylee said. She pointed an accusing finger at Sam. Her voice sounded high pitched and angry.

"Wait, wait, what? Calm down," John said. "Sam, what's going on here?"

"We were…we were just making out, Dad, I swear. She was into it."

"He wouldn't let me up," Kaylee said.

John lowered his voice. "Okay, everyone take a breath. Kaylee? That's your name, right? I'm Sam's father. My name is John Winchester and I'll take you home now."

"Dad," Sam said. "I'm telling you, she wanted me to…"

"Sam, stop talking," John said. "We'll sort this out when I come back."

"But, Dad," Sam said.

"Enough," John said. "Sit down, be quiet and wait." He turned to Kaylee. In a softer tone he said, "Do you have a jacket or purse or anything?"

Kaylee shook her head. Sam noticed the way her hair cascaded around her shoulders. He cringed inwardly thinking he shouldn't be noticing that, not when she was upset.

"I'm sorry," Sam said. Guilt flooded him when she scurried across the room and out the door. He dropped on to the couch.

His father watched Kaylee leave then looked back at Sam with something resembling a sympathetic scowl.

"We'll talk when I get back," John said.