Dean left the house and headed toward where Sam told him his car was stashed. He thought that Sam was protesting too hard over Grace but at the moment all he wanted to do was catch up with Jamie. He quickly found the car, made sure it was free of scratches since Sam had covered it with branches and leaves, and then proceeded to shoot a text to Jamie after climbing inside his beloved car. "Are you free to get together soon?", he sent and waited on a reply. Soon his phone dinged with an answer, "I'm free until 7 PM. Wanna get together?", Jamie asked. Dean smiled in appreciation for a woman who knew what she wanted. "Sure do! I'll pick you up in 10 minutes." The engine roaring to life put a smile on Dean's face as he reached up and patted the dash affectionately.

A few minutes later he pulled up in front of Jamie's house. He climbed from the car and headed toward the door. He knocked confidently before shoving his hands in his pockets to wait. After a few seconds he heard Jamie on the other side of the door. She opened it, giving him her prettiest smile. Dean stepped forward and pulled her in for a kiss. Jamie melted into him, responding to his slightest touch. When they broke from their kiss Jamie struggled to catch her breath, "Do you want to go out or stay in?", she finally got out. "Staying in sounds great to me.", Dean answered as he followed her into the house.

They were no sooner through the door until Jamie reached to grab the front of Dean's shirt to pull him into another deep kiss. Dean leaned down just a bit and reached to lift Jamie from the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked the few steps to the couch and laid her back, coming down to rest above her, their lips never breaking contact. Jamie tore at the buttons on Dean's shirt and then pushed it off of his broad shoulders when she had the buttons undone. She was left frustrated at the sight of this grey t-shirt. Reaching for the hem of it she began to pull it up his well sculpted body until she had to stop kissing him so that she could get his shirt over his head. Dean took this opportunity to also push Jamie's t-shirt over her head before attacking the tops of her exposed breasts.

Jamie's head fell back at the feel of Dean's lips on her flesh. She grasped at the short hair at the nape of Dean's neck as desire coursed through her. Dean's hands slipped up Jamie's sides and his fingers hooked over the edge of the bra, pulling it down so his mouth could work magic on her erect nipples. A cry of pleasure escaped Jamie's lips causing Dean to feel a sense of need. His hands began to work on undressing Jamie. When she was lying naked in front of him he quickly removed the rest of his own clothes but he took a second to admire Jamie's nakedness. After a few seconds Jamie crooked her finger, calling Dean to her. He went to her with a soft growl. He stopped just as he got to her and leaned to kiss her stomach. The muscles under his lips tightened as he began to kiss lower down her stomach.

Jamie felt her heart racing as she knew what Dean's intent was. He looked up at her with hooded lids, his green eyes gone dark with desire and gave her a wink before he dove in to taste her sweetness. Jamie's eyes all but rolled back as Dean laved at her swollen bud. Dean took his time worshiping at the temple of Jamie and she loved every second of it. After a couple minutes Dean pulled up so that he could look up at Jamie, head thrown back and all but panting with desire. Licking his lips, Dean rose from where he was and reached for Jamie. She was looking at him now, her hair a mess. He lifted her from the couch and pulled her into his lap as he sat beside where she just was. Jamie leaned forward to kiss Dean, tasting herself on his lips and tongue and causing her to moan.

Dean's calloused hand cupped Jamie's bottom as he lifted her slightly. His other hand grasped his hardness and guided it into her body easily. Jamie slid down his length but Dean was slow to let her adjust to his size. When he was fully sheathed inside her he let her sit still for a moment. Jamie could feel him hot and hard inside her and soon she started to move her hips. Dean placed his hands on her hips helping her ride him. She slid along his shaft causing the friction to bring her close within seconds. Dean knew she was getting close from the noises she was making as well as how wet she was. He gave her his most sexy smile and said, "You wanna come for me baby?", in that deep tantalizing voice of his. Jamie nodded to him. Dean gripped her hips a little harder and picked up the pace of his lovemaking. Soon Jamie was writhing as her orgasm hit hard, she clenched around Dean's hardness causing him to lose control. His thrusts became a little erratic and soon he was spilling himself inside her.

After several long seconds Jamie fell against Dean's damp chest. The two of them lay together and fought to catch their breath. Dean's fingers trailed gently along Jamie's spine. She sat up just a bit and kissed his chest and then along his neck up to his lips. Looking down at him she said, "That was…..well can you stay for a while?"

Sam walked into the kitchen after Dean left the house where he found Grace washing up the last of the dishes. He walked over to where she was and took the plate she had just washed, drying it with a hand towel and placed it into the cupboard with the rest of the plates. Grace smiled up at him, "Did I hear Dean leave?", she questioned. Sam nodded, "Yeah he was going to catch up with Jamie. It seems as if he met her and that's where he's been holed up." Sam knew this was uncustomary for Grace's way of thinking. He shook his head a little, "I'm sorry. I know it seems so unusual for you but this is the way Dean is. He has an attraction to women and they do to him." Grace stopped what she was doing and turned toward Sam, placing a small hand on his arm, "Sam it's alright. I don't judge him or you for living the way you do. I haven't walked in your shoes so I can't judge. We're taught to not judge, only to love; besides the rest of my village would be very ashamed of me."

Sam's eyes fell, "I'm sorry about that too. I shouldn't have come on as strongly as I did. I knew it was wrong." Grace reached to stroke a hand down Sam's stubbled jaw, "Do not apologize Sam. I am a grown woman and I make my own choices. I wanted it as much as you did." And with that she stood on tiptoe and brought Sam's mouth down to meet hers in a fevered kiss. Sam reacted by throwing the towel onto the counter before reaching to lift Grace from the floor and sit her on the counter beside the sink, careful to not sit her in any water. The couple kissed feverishly, devouring each other's cries of pleasure. Graced opened her legs enough that Sam stepped between her skirt covered knees. Grace's hand buried itself in Sam's long hair and pulled him closer to her.

Sam's hands soon found their way beneath Grace's skirt. His fingers trailed up her thighs and soon brushed against her silk covered warmth. Grace sighed in pleasure as his finger stroked gently along her opening through the fabric. He could feel her panties become damp from his ministrations. Grace silently raised her hips allowing him to remove the panties which he then slipped into the front pocket of his jeans. His fingers then stroked along her opening and her legs opened up more fully to him. He dipped first one and then another finger into her heat. She was pulling his hair now with a need that took over her whole body. "Make love to me Sam. I need to feel you inside me.", she said wantonly. Sam quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down enough for them to be out of the way. He took himself in his hand and slid slowly, agonizingly into Grace. Her legs wrapped around his slim waist and urged him on.

Within minutes Sam could feel himself about to come undone, he growled close to Grace's ear as he nipped along her slender neck. "I need you Sam. I need you like I have needed no other." With those words Sam lost himself in her. He took a few more strokes and then spilled himself inside her warmth. Grace threw her head back and let out an animalistic sound as she felt Sam throb deep inside her.

Seconds later as the two of them were still wrapped up in each other they heard the front door open and close. There was no time to pull away or to straighten themselves out as Dean walked into the kitchen before he stopped short. Sam looked over his shoulder at his brother, still buried inside Grace to the hilt. "Dean.", was all he got out.