The four of them had cuddled up and took turns making out after both women came. Christa was insanely turned on when the Sams actually kissed. Entranced, she had watched Winchester tangle his fingers in Sam's hair, their tongues battling for dominance. Blue eyes wide, she looked over at Emily and saw the same reaction on her face. They giggled quietly and held hands like school girls.
It was now close to midnight and Emily was unable to stifle her yawns anymore. Christa's head was fuzzy from the scotch and she couldn't stop thinking about what they would do with the vetala bodies in the service area of the hotel. Unsurprisingly, Emily was the first to excuse herself to bed; also unsurprisingly, Not-Winchester offered to escort her back upstairs. Ted and Diana exchanged goodnights with the other two and waited several minutes before speaking.
"Let's get changed and meet back in the lobby in ten minutes. We'll have to sneak back into the employee area," he paused, thinking the same thing Christa was and checked his phone. "Bingo. We have someone en route to help us."
Christa was sore and tired and just wanted to sleep but forced herself to change her clothes. She put on leggings, a tee shirt, and sneakers. Her arm throbbed every time she moved it, but she needed both hands so she could hurry. She'd take some pain relief when they were done moving the bodies.
Sam popped some aspirin to help alleviate the dull ache in his shoulder and slipped on sweat pants and a plain black shirt. He tucked a small revolver into the waistband, covered it with the shirt, and then went to the stairwell to wait for his partner.
They moved quietly through the lobby towards the locked door and Christa double-checked their surroundings as Sam punched in the code. They slipped into the dark hallway and retraced their steps to the service delivery area.
Christa opened the elevator and sent it down to the basement where their rendezvous was waiting. Knowing they wouldn't be able to carry these bodies with their injuries, Christa ran back into the banquet kitchen and grabbed a cart. Sam shot her a praise-filled look and they worked together to get the bodies onto the cart. The elevator groaned as it came back up.
The hunters stood in shock as the door opened to reveal the old woman that had been at Abigail's side the last couple days. Sam reached for the gun tucked in his waistband but before he could aim it, the woman said, "Sam Winchester, don't shoot!" Her hands went up and she stepped forward slowly. "I'm your contact."
"How did you know…?" Christa began, absolutely baffled.
"Hello, Christa Edelwood," the other woman said. "My real name is Adeline. You can call me Addy. I've been hunting for thirty years – ever since a wendigo took my husband on a hunting trip up north. I was the one who got Sam's text asking for back-up. I've been working this case for a couple years, but could never pin-point the culprit, until last month. I befriended Abigail and kept her close to see whom she would go after this month. Once I saw you, Sam, well," she grinned, "I know a hot piece of ass when I see one. Especially one with an anti-possession tattoo."
Sam blushed furiously and Christa let out a guffaw. "Wait a sec," Christa said once she stopped laughing, "If you were already working this, why did we get sent here? Why waste the resources?"
Addy shrugged nonchalantly. "I kind of work on my own. I guess they didn't expect anyone, especially a little old lady, to be working it already." She looked to Christa before she eyed Sam again. "Besides, it was worth it getting to see this stud all cleaned up in couture. Hurry up, kids. We don't have all night. I can get rid of these if you help me load 'em up."
Christa pushed the cart into the elevator and the three of them went down to the basement and loaded the bodies into an inconspicuous white van. Addy put a delivery cap on her head and winked at the younger Winchester. "Hope to see you again Sam."
"Hey, Adeline? Addy? What about you? You weren't seen by anyone after Abigail, um, the vetala, took me back here." Sam said, concerned.
Addy shrugged nonchalantly again. "I could tell she was targeting you and once you three disappeared, I grabbed my stuff and checked out. Besides, local police are rarely notified when people go missing. The families don't even know they're gone for several weeks after not hearing from them. Good job, kids. Now go get some rest – you both look like shit."
This time, Sam and Christa both laughed. Christa hugged the older woman and then moved aside so Addy could hug Sam tightly. He came out of that hug even redder than before. They walked back through the service area in silence.
Sam went back upstairs to Christa's room and watched her scrub footage of them in the lobby, just in case. He yawned loudly when she finished and rubbed his eyes.
"C'mon, Sammy. Bed time," she said and ushered him into her bedroom.
This time, Christa was up first. She had remembered to place a breakfast order on the outside of the door before she climbed into bed with a passed out Winchester. The room service cart arrived at 8am and she tipped the delivery girl generously and then poured two large mugs of coffee. Silently, Christa took the mugs into the bedroom and put them down on the table next to the bed near where Sam was sleeping.
"Sammy?" She said quietly, brushing hair out of his face. "Coffee's ready." She smiled as he stirred and slowly opened one hazel eye, then another. Sleepily, he smiled back at her and stretched before he sat up. Christa was infinitely grateful he didn't wake up like his brother did – that was usually with a gun in his hand.
"You got breakfast?" He asked, smelling the hot food on the cart from the other room.
Christa nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, handing him a hot mug. He took a careful sip and then put it back down. "I hope you're hungry," Christa said after she also took a cautious sip of her coffee. "I think I got one of everything." She tried to stand but felt his strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her back down.
"Oh, I'm definitely hungry," Sam mumbled into her neck, kissing it softly. "Can I have you first?"
"Samuel Winchester, you are insatiable," Christa groaned, leaning back into him.
"Just making up for lost time," he replied, smiling. "So is that a yes?"
She nodded again and closed her eyes as his hands slipped into her bathrobe.
When they had eaten their fill of breakfast, Christa checked her phone for any new messages. Sam sat at her laptop and perused his usual sites, looking for a new case. "All's quiet on the western front," he finally announced and shut her laptop, shrugging. "I'll head back to the bunker until something comes up."
Christa's blue eyes were fixed on the windows to her left until Sam mentioned the bunker. "Speaking of the bunker, have you heard from your brother?"
"Actually, he texted me not too long ago, asking for an update." A sly grin spread across his lips as he flicked his eyes up to Christa. "I told him we got the vetala and met another hunter. Didn't say when we'd be back…" he trailed off, realizing he said "we."
Her eyebrow raised; she was never one to miss something like that. "We? As in you and me? You want me to come back to the bunker with you?"
Sam shrugged and tried to play it off, looking non-committal. "I mean, you can if you want. It's a good home base, secure, and has plenty of room for company. Unless you had something else you wanted to do."
Christa smirked and playfully climbed into Sam's lap, her arms draping over his shoulders. She felt his hands immediately go to her ass and he pulled her against him. "I don't know… spending time with the Winchester Boys? Yuck. I'd probably be cleaning up after you guys constantly," she rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, unable to hide her smile through her sarcasm.
"Like I said, it's up to you. Whether or not you want to come," Sam replied and let his eyes drift down her body before going back up to meet her gaze. He still couldn't figure out why the urge to ravish her was constantly there; surely he hadn't had these feelings all these years? There was no way. He had accepted their friendship status by the time he turned seventeen and put her out of his mind. Her lips parted and he leaned up, kissing her softly, unable to deny that he was wildly attracted to her, no matter what he'd previously convinced himself.
"Sam Winchester, you're going to be the death of me," she murmured, ignoring the beginnings of a deep ache in her core, pulling out of his kiss before he could leave her breathless. Much to Sam's disappointment, she climbed off his lap and finished piling the breakfast plates back onto the cart. "Let's leave tonight, after I say bye to Emily," she winked at him and retreated into the bedroom to brush her teeth and dry her hair.
"Ouch, did you dislocate your shoulder?" Sam asked, noticing the dark purple bruises on the shoulder of Ted.
"Hm? Oh. No I was really careless in the gym this morning while weight-lifting," he explained.
Sam and Emily had appeared at the pool a little while after Diana and Ted had settled on to some lounge chairs. They dragged chairs over to join them. Diana wore a white cut-off shirt over her bikini, giving the excuse her shoulders were burned from yesterday in order to hide the fresh stitches. The four of them hung out for several hours and Diana and Emily cozied up to one another again. Out in the open, though, there were only kisses and holding hands.
"You're leaving? Today?" Emily suddenly exclaimed. Both Sams turned towards the women and saw Christa nodding slowly. "But Diana… I… I mean. I really enjoy having you around. I was hoping to spend some more time with you, you know, tonight?" It killed Christa that this gorgeous woman wanted her so badly. It wasn't the first time a fling had the chance to turn into something else – and it wouldn't be the last. Christa's mind ran through a scenario of a "domestic" life for the millionth time and she smiled sadly at Emily, feeling tears start to sting her eyes. She always had to leave them behind.
"I had a lot of fun with you, Em," Christa murmured and kissed her forehead. "Give me your phone, I'll give you my number. You can text me any time you want. Next time I'm down this way, I'll be sure to see you. Okay?" Emily had already handed her the phone and Christa entered her personal cell number into it. She handed her phone back and kissed Emily again.
"Oh, Diana…" Emily's voice was soft and sad, but she didn't argue.
Not-Winchester had stood up and Christa stood and closed the distance between them. His strong arms wrapped around her and she enjoyed the feeling of his muscles against her skin. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and then leaned down to whisper, "It really is a pity; I was hoping you'd let me get you out of a dress tonight. The noises you make are incredible; I want to hear more."
Christa felt her face flush and her heart sped up just a little bit. She thought leaving behind this absolute god of a man and the sexiest woman she'd ever seen would be the hardest thing for her to do in a long time. She gently pulled away from him and winked at him, "How about a rain check? Get my number from Em. I'd love to see both of you again."
Sam leaned down and kissed Diana's mouth, as if to convince her to stay. It almost worked.
Sam let Christa check-out first. They were to meet at the warehouse in Daytona Beach again and leave everything in the cars besides their own belongings. Two hours after she departed, he checked out and got into the Maserati. He relished how the engine sounded as he drove up the highway to meet Christa.