A Child, a Child, Killing Things in Sight

A Supernatural Musing

Author's Note: This takes place during the episode "Playthings". I'm re-writing the episode with my character as an edition. This is basically the beginning of the episode. If you like the hot, steamy, side of it I hope you'll enjoy any future ones I come up with.

~Brianna~

I followed Sam out of the Impala while Dean heaved our luggage from the back. Sam's arm was draped around my shoulders while he showed me the new ID he'd received from OLIMPUS that day along with Dean. They were officially legal hunters and completely free to go where they needed to go without government interference.

I smiled and showed him the small chip in the plastic that let law enforcement know who he was affiliated with. I had one in mine as hunting solo had been part of the release bargain my aunt made with me. Without realizing it I leaned into Sam's embrace the closer we came to the building.

I perked up from our conversation when I heard the door open and the owner came to greet us. Sam and I sent her identical smiles. She returned them despite the stressed glint in her brown irises.

"Good afternoon! You must be Sam Winchester! Shall I show you and your girlfriend to your room?" She asked.

I blinked. Next to me, Sam blinked. Behind us Dean chuckled and waved one of the bags at the woman.

"Yes, show them to their room! I need a break from them! Have you any idea how weird it gets when you room with your brother and his girlfriend? A pair of sex bunnies right there!" He grinned at Sam and I as he walked passed us and set our bags on the front steps.

Sam's face was absolutely red. I think mine was close to the same shade. Of all the things Dean could play along with it had to be that!

Our hostess simply smiled and turned briefly to Dean, "I can only imagine. I'll take care of your brother first and then I'll get you situated."

"Excellent!" Dean chirped with a grin.

I wanted to murder him.

We followed our hostess up three flights of stairs and down a cozy corridor. I sent my power out, feeling for anything strange and mysterious. There was something hanging around, but I couldn't tell if it meant to hurt anyone. Something felt eerie, but I could pinpoint it.

Part of the reason for that had to do with Sam and his arm and the fact that he still had it draped over my shoulders. I could smell his musky scent. Whatever cologne he used, it had some sort of conifer scent. I swallowed nervously.

Sam and I were going to share a room together... Alone. Posing as boyfriend and girlfriend. How were we going to do that?

The hostess stopped in front of an ornate door and took out an old, iron key to unlock the door. It was well oiled and didn't creek as it swung open. I swallowed back an appreciative moan in an effort to look professional. Sam did a better job of staying in character.

"That looks absolutely wonderful, doesn't it honey?" He asked in the most natural voice I've ever heard him use when lying his ass off.

I turned to look at him and found he'd leaned his face closer to me. I found myself unable to respond while staring into his green eyes. They looked so sincere with an expression I hadn't realized I had ever wanted directed at me until now.

Oh god! I hadnt, had I?

"I love it," I croaked and wanted to kick myself.

I should have just nodded.

The hostess grinned, evidently pleased, "I'll leave you to it then. I'll have your luggage sent up when I get your brother settled."

"Thank you so much, ma'am," Sam said.

He steered me into the room. The room that had a rather predictable king sized four poster bed. It even had curtains. Oh and a liquor cabinet in case we needed to calm our nerves.

I was going to need quite a bit of alcohol to do this.

Sam led me to the bed after closing the door behind us and guided me to the lumpy surface. I met his gaze again, this time not bothering to hide how terrified and uncertain I was.

"Sam, us a couple? How are we going to pull this off. She expects us to be doing... It right now!" I said in a frantic rush.

He shushed me, "Calm down, Bri, just follow my lead and the most we'll do is hug and make out. Don't worry."

Kiss Sam? I'd dreamed about it sometimes, thought about it, but never thought for a moment that our first kiss would happen at all let alone because of a mission cover that Dean decided to perpetuate on a whim.

"I hate Dean," I grumbled.

Sam chuckled and leaned over me. I craned my neck and leaned back slightly. I didn't realize this made my breasts push out more, but I did see a slight tiny to Sam's gaze. My heart thudded in my chest. Could he hear it?

"Then let's make him pay for it," he said in a low voice that sent shivers up my spine.

My mouth went dry. I licked my lips. Sam's lips parted slightly and his eyes flickered across my face.

"Bri," he muttered.

"It's... Just for the case... Do it," I said suddenly wanting any excuse for the kiss to happen.

He didn't need me to push much at all. Sam swooped down and captured my lips with his. He was gentle, so gentle, something I hadn't expected considering the last time I as him kiss someone. It was like he wanted to keep the line between us.

Too late, I thought, I'm lost.

I was lost. I'd been lost. I just hadn't realized I was until now. Until Sam gently guided my body to the bed and hovered over me, his arms circled around my shoulders and waist. Mine snaked up his neck and buried my sneaking fingers into his hair. His tongue slipped across my lower lip and I parts them, wanting him to enter.

My body was on fire. Every part of me screamed for him, yearned for him to go further. I wanted him. I arched into him. He slid a clothed leg between my thighs. I was glad I wore jeans that day. He would have felt just how much he was affecting me if I had gone for the skirt that morning.

There was a knock on our door and the low feminine voice of our hostess called through, "I have your luggage! You two decent?"

Sam pulled away from me slowly as if he was waking up from a dream. I lay on the bed, body flushed, trying to catch my breath. I couldn't. Not when he still looked at me like he wanted to do more than just kiss me.

"We're decent!" Sam called gruffly.

I blinked as he pulled off of me and rolled to one side on the bed. My body felt cold and bereft, missing his warmth.

The door opened and our hostess peered in with a smile. She shoved our bags into the room.

"You didn't pack much," she remarked while looking at my single small suitcase.

"She won't need much," Sam quipped.

Our hostess laughed and winked at us, "Cheers!"

With that she left and an awkward silence descended between us. I glanced at Sam and found him watching me silently.

"You know she won't expect to see us walking around, right?" I asked once I found my voice.

"We'll have to be convincing," he said.

"Short of actual intercourse?" I asked incredulously, "Sam, I'm a virgin in the biblical sense! I've never even..."

I blushed. I never masturbated before. I never needed to before. Not until now when Sam woke something within me. I burned, burned for him. I needed to feel him.

Sam looked thoughtful for a minute, "We could... I could show you... Help you if you want. It'll make it more convincing."

I watched him, confused. He laughed and grabbed my hand and guided it to what I now saw was a bulge between his pants. My palm cupped him through his jeans.

"There's something you can do, but let me start you off first," he whispered and placed his hand on my collar bone and gently pushed me back to the bed. He didn't follow me, but instead let his hand guide itself down my torso and to my jeans. He flicked the button open and slipped then passed my thighs and down my legs. He coaxed my legs apart for me. My face was flushed as I watched him move my underwear aside and lean down. His tongue flicked across the bundle of nerves between my thighs. I squirmed. It felt good. I wanted more. Sam looked up at me and smirked. He slipped a finger into me, passed my tightness and into me. I gasped when he rubbed across something within me that sent waves of mounting pleasure through me.

"Sam," I whispered.

I wanted him. I wanted it all. But I would take what I could get.

He was gently as he pumped me with his finger and licked me until I was a gasping bundle of nerves. He kept it up as I orgasmed for the first time. He continued until I was shaking, gasping and moaning. When I felt completely lost in the pleasure he gave me Sam moved, jeans unzipped and his cock slid out, erect and ready. It wasn't as big as I thought it would be. It was maybe six inches long and looked less scary than I thought. I took him in my mouth and let him guide me and himself through his own pleasure until, to my surprise, he came. I swallowed as much as I could. It made me want more of him.

Sam pulled away and lowered himself beside me. He looked tired. He was.

"Men don't recover as quickly as women do. Give me thirty minutes, though, and I'll want to continue," he explained.

I nodded, unable to speak, because I wanted him inside of me. I didn't want to stop, but from the way he was backing away from me and speaking in a business-like manner I knew better than to push the issue. I grabbed my jeans and underwear and made to pull them back on. Sam stopped me.

"Bri, relax. You look tired," he said.

I looked at him and then looked at where his hand touched my bottom and rolled my eyes.

"Sam, no," I said not because I didn't want to, but because it was better this way.

~Sam~

She'd left after taking a minute to freshen up. I watched her go, mulling over what we'd done earlier and finding that I wanted to do it again. It was like an itch I couldn't scratch, not after getting a taste of her, something that I discovered I wanted for a while now. My hand grasped the rumpled covers next to me where she's been and bunched them into a tight fist.

How long had I even wanted to kiss her? Too long. Probably since before Dean and I found the Colt with Dad. She managed to get my dad and I to reconcile shortly before he died. She kept Dean company while he had his out of body experience. She was, even now, keeping us sane.

Sam, you're not a monster, she'd said.

I'd tried to argue, but she wouldn't let me. She refused to hear that I could be any less than a good person. She maintained that I wasn't a monster despite the demon blood in my veins.

Even in the magical realm, Sam, that's not how DNA works and you know it. Maybe it changed you a bit? Probably, like a vaccination, but it's not what makes you something more than human. You've the blood of elves in your blood whether you like it or not, she reassured me.

I was only as evil as I allowed myself to be.

I barely blinked as realization dawned. I'd become attracted to her. I liked her more than a friend and differently than a sister. I was looking forward to her falling asleep beside me, sharing the same bed, and being allowed to wake up with her in the morning. I wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to completely take her body. I wanted her soul because she already had a hold of mine.

I swallowed, afraid of what all of this might mean.

With that thought and its accompanying frustrated sigh I stood up and went into the bathroom so I could clean myself up. I still had the scent of our fooling around on my fingers and the taste of her on my tongue. It needed to come out so I could think clearer. We still had a mission to complete and I knew Brianna would kill me if I didn't pay focus it.

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