Dean turned her gently to face him, and she unconsciously pressed herself against the wall near the window as he looked down at her. "Tell me..."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me about the feelings you have for me. I want to know." He was standing so close that she could feel the warmth of his body, but he didn't touch her, even dropping his hands to his sides as he looked down at her.
She took a shaky breath, then looked him in the eye, a little defiance gleaming there. "Okay. You drive me crazy. You piss me off. You scare the hell out of me. You make me cry." She paused as her voice broke just a little. Tears sparkled in her eyes as she continued, "Sometimes I think I hate you a little. But I don't. And damn it, I tried. When you left, I tried so hard. But I love you, Dean."
Dean stared into her eyes for a moment, then lowered his head to kiss her, his lips soft against hers, his arms braced against the wall on either side of her. He kissed her breathless, then leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. "I love you, too, Dev. And, God... I miss you."
He looked into her eyes, the air suddenly hot and heavy around them. "I'm right here," she whispered, and he straightened, looking down at her, reaching a hand to her face. He traced the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheekbone, then slipped his fingers beneath her hair and pulled her close, bending to kiss her again.
His fingers worked at the buttons of her shirt as they kissed, and he moved to slide it off her shoulders, but she pulled away, holding it closed, and Dean took a step back, confusion in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't..."
"No, not your fault. I'm just... you haven't really seen me since... The scars are so ugly..."
Dean pulled her into his arms and held her tight for a moment, then put his hand beneath her chin and tilted her face up until she looked into his eyes. "Come with me," he said softly, then took her hand, leading her to the bed. He guided her back against the pillows, then sat beside her, bending over her and capturing her lips, his tongue teasing at hers, until he felt her relax once again. Then he raised his head, kissing her gently between every few words as he spoke. "There is nothing ugly about you, baby. Trust me." He sat up, reaching for her shirt again, and she reluctantly let go, letting him pull it open. She turned her face away as he traced a finger down each scar, trailing from her shoulder to where they disappeared at the edge of her bra. Then he leaned in, kissing his way down the length of each mark that the injury had left on her skin, one hand's fingers laced with hers, the other caressing the soft skin of her belly and gliding up to cup her breast. He felt her inhale sharply, and smiled against her skin, running his tongue along the top edge of her bra, then looking up at her, feeling himself twitch at the heat in her eyes.
"There seems to be something in our way," he said, slipping his hand beneath her and undoing the clasp as she arched her back to allow him access. He pulled off her shirt and the bra, tossing them to the floor, kissing her hungrily, then making his way back down to her breasts, maddeningly, slowly, until he finally flicked his tongue over her nipple, causing her back to arch again. He sucked gently at her, still cupping the other breast in his hand, his thumb teasing at it until Devon was writhing beneath him, moaning out loud as she grasped his hair in both hands.
Dean watched her shudder as he sat up again, running his hands down her sides, reaching for the snap and zipper of her jeans. He pulled them down, bending to kiss her navel, then ran his fingers over her panties. She was grabbing handfuls of the sheets, and he shifted his weight, trying to relieve the pressure against his own zipper as he slid his fingers beneath the damp, silky material, sliding them against her. He growled low in his throat as her hips rose to meet him, and he slipped two fingers inside, groaning as he watched her throw her head back, fighting for control. She lost the battle as he expertly steered her to the edge, then leaned back down to nip at her breast gently, continuing his strokes as her body clenched tight around him and she cried out, trembling violently.
He moved his hand from her and finished undressing her, dropping little nibbling kisses along the way. He stood to quickly strip off his own clothing, watching Devon as she slowly calmed, then climbed up on the bed and lowered himself carefully over her, his weight on his elbows as he kissed her, his erection impatiently bucking at her entrance. Finally, impatient, she raised her hips, moaning as he slid home, throwing back his head at the feeling and thrusting himself in to the limit. Slowly, a little at a time, he allowed himself to move, keeping a tight rein on himself, wanting the feeling to last forever, and yet craving release. Devon moved with him, her legs wrapped tightly around him, her hands grasping at his shoulders. When she whimpered, her body pulsing around his length, he began to take long, hard strokes, and when she moaned his name, he could hold back no longer. "Oh, God..." he said in a rough whisper, slamming into her with everything he had. Devon came apart in his arms, and he shuddered as he came, holding her tight against his body, their skin slick with sweat.
They laid there for a time, neither of them able to move, regaining their breath and lying, completely exhausted, in each other's arms. After a few minutes, Dean slowly moved to his side, still holding Devon tight, unwilling to move away from her yet, and she snuggled up to him, sighing with contentment. "I missed you, too," she whispered, and Dean smiled as he hugged her tight and let himself doze off.
"Do you think she's all right, Sam?" Nicole asked, a worried frown on her face. Sam smiled, grabbing a brew for each of them from the paper bag they had just carried into their room.
"She'll be fine, Nic. He'll be fine. They're not leaving here until they get things squared between them, one way or another. I'm just as tired of it as you are." He handed the beer to Nicole, then put his arms around her. "I haven't heard any shots, or seen anybody get thrown out into the parking lot, so I'm sure they're okay."
She squeezed him tight, then stepped back to take a long drink, letting out a satisfied sigh as she lowered the bottle. "So. Any idea what we're gonna do while those two fight it out?"
A slow, one-sided smirk curved Sam's lips before he took a pull from his beer. "I've had a few thoughts."
Nicole arched an eyebrow at him. "Do tell."
"Well," Sam said, a thoughtful look on his face as he stepped closer to her, "I thought first of all that I'd run you a nice, hot bubble bath. And then I'd join you in it."
Her green eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. "Oh, Sammy, I like the way you think."
Hazel looked up briefly as the diner door opened, jingling the bell at the top. She finished pouring coffee for Charlie, assuring him that Nicole and Devon would be back on duty in a few days. "Don't worry, Charlie. Those girls can't go without seeing your smilin' face for too long." She patted his hand with a smile, then placed the pot in its home and wiped her work-worn hands on the towel that hung over her shoulder, heading for the table where the new customer had taken his seat.
"What can I get for you?" she asked, hands on her ample hips, her voice slightly gravelly from the years of smoking she had done, up until her cancer scare a couple of years back. The rather large black man perused the menu for a moment, then looked up at her.
"I'll have your pancakes, two eggs over easy, hash browns and wheat toast. And coffee." Hazel nodded.
"Comin' right up."
"Devon working today?"
Hazel turned to look at him, backhanding a wisp of grey hair from her face. "Nope. Took a few days off. You a friend of hers?"
Gordon Walker smiled. "An old friend. Know when she's coming back?"
Hazel headed for the kitchen. "They didn't say."
Gordon's smile faded as she went through the door. "Well, I guess we'll have to see what we can do about getting them back."
Nicole woke slightly, her eyes squinting against the light filtering through the cheap hotel curtains. She closed them again and turned her face away from the window, snuggling into Sam's arms, her leg thrown over his. He tightened his hold on her and she sighed happily, letting her mind drift back to the previous night. Sam had run her a bath, and she had laid back against his chest, the water hot and soothing, the bubbles slick against their skin. So relaxing, at least until his fingers had begun to play at her breasts, and his arousal began to swell behind her. Then things had gotten interesting, and she smiled thinking of the mess they had made in the bathroom, water everywhere. It had taken a while to clean up, but had definitely been worth it, riding Sam in that warm, heavenly tub, his large hands clutching her breasts to hold her in place as he thrust up into her. And when he had turned her to face him, kissed her until she couldn't breathe, and told her he loved her... Nicole sighed, thinking, "Yes. Totally worth it." She began to doze off contentedly, cuddling as close as she could get to Sam's warm body.
Her head was spinning, her vision blurred for a moment, and then she was standing in Hazel's Diner in Sioux Falls, at the center of the dining room, destruction and mayhem surrounding her. Broken dishes and chairs were everywhere, tables overturned, and... Oh, no, there was Charlie... His neck obviously broken, he lay sprawled over the top of the counter, still on his stool. An elderly couple in one booth had died holding hands, their heads close together on their table, blood still dripping onto the floor.
She shook with terror, but walked through to the kitchen, looking for Hazel. She was there, lying face down on the tile, a sticky dark pool beneath her, eyes wide and staring. Nicole took a deep breath, until she couldn't take in any more, and screamed, screamed until her throat was raw...
"Nicole! I'm here, baby, I'm here. Please snap out of it. I've got you, you're safe. I've got you, Nic." Sam was frantically looking into her face, his hands cradling her head, and her eyes finally snapped open wide. She gulped in air, then sobbed out loud as Sam pulled her into his arms. "Shhhhh, Nic, it's over. Try to calm down, baby. Calm down so you can tell me what you saw." He rubbed her back with one hand, cradling the back of her head with the other, murmuring soothing words and holding her until she slowly began to calm.
Dean sat upright, his eyes wide, the gun from the bedside table in his hand. The pounding on the door continued, Sam calling his name, and he shouted, "Hang on!" as he grabbed his jeans from the floor and answered the door, the gun still in his hand. "Damn it, Sam, what the hell?"
Sam pushed his way past, his eyes barely flickering over Devon, who sat on the bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck. "We have to go. Now. Nicole had a vision, the diner in Sioux Falls. It's bad, Dean."