"Seriously, Sammy? What do you want? You were the one desperate to get in here and talk to me. So, spill." Dean's patience had hit its limit quickly.
Sam had an arm up scratching the back of his head as he decided on his words, "Look, Dean, really, I just wanted to apologize."
"Ok, well, get to it then." Dean raised his eyebrows.
Sam sighed with frustration, "Fine. I'm sorry Dean and I'm sorry Asher. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that."
The brothers both looked to Asher who just seemed confused, "Taken advantage of me? Did I miss something?"
The hunters exchanged looks, Sam shrugging and Dean shaking his head. Dean turned to Asher, "The sex stuff, back at Bobby's."
Asher seemed to get it, "Oh, well, it was just sex. So, no big deal."
"Just sex?" Dean balled up a fist then let it go, "Just... sex?"
Asher's face seemed to communicate that he wasn't really sure why this was a question.
Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder, "He is an incubus."
Dean brushed the hand off, "I guess," It was clear that there was more going on inside Dean's head right now.
"Anyways," Sam continued, "I just... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess anything up with you two. I'm gonna head back over to Lizzy's room," Sam half-frowned, "hope you two have a good night." but he seemed to doubt that would happen from Dean's reaction.
The door shut, leaving Asher and Dean alone again. Dean sat quietly on the edge of the bed for a while, head in his hands. Asher wanted to break the silence, but he had no idea how. He could feel that Dean didn't want him to be too close right now.
When Dean finally moved, it was away from Asher. He snatched up the Impala's keys and headed for the door. He only stopped to say something half-way out of the door, "I'll be back later." the words were sent out into the night air, but Asher could hear them.
The best the incubus could pull together for a response was a meek, "Alright." The door slammed shut, Baby roared to life outside, and then the sound of Dean peeling out with her faded into the distance. A single tear trailed out of Asher's eye, the residual feeling of sadness from Dean was affecting him, but he still didn't understand where it came from.
Asher curled up in the bed, he tried to watch some TV but after a couple hours without Dean there it didn't prove distracting enough. He spent some time focusing and trying to feel out what was happening in Lizzy's room, each time steadily eating into the last bit of his reserves. After another hour he could start to feel the now familiar shiver of hunger kick in.
He stared at the alarm clock, which only told him that it was after 1AM already. He was feeling particularly weak now. He had definitely pushed his limits in feeling out Lizzy's room. He could barely stand when he finally decided to head next door for help, at what the alarm clock told him was around 3AM.
He stumbled out of the room, struggling to carry his own weight at this point. He almost made it to Lizzy and Sam's door. Falling to the pavement in front of the room.
Almost another half hour later, it was Lizzy who discovered him on her way to grab a late night snack from one of the motel vending machines, "Fuck." Lizzy shook her head and sighed. She wanted to leave him there on the pavement. Unfortunately for her, she knew if she did that Sam and Dean would be too upset to keep working with her and she still had her eye set on solving this case before either of them. Stringing them along was important to that.
She huffed again before going to get Sam. She shook the hunter awake and explained what she'd found. Sam hurriedly moved outside and picked up the half-naked and unconscious Asher. He brought him into Lizzy's room and laid him out on the foot of the bed. As Lizzy left to actually get her midnight snack.
Sam tugged the edges of the shirt to better cover Asher. Fighting with himself over what to do, he ended up doing nothing long enough for Lizzy to get back. She'd already half-eaten her Baby Ruth on the way back, "Serrioushly?" the word sneaking past a mouthful of candy bar.
"I already pissed Dean off once," Sam words were exasperated, "I don't really want to do that again."
"And how's Dean gonna feel when you let the guy starve and maybe die?" She didn't actually care, she just wanted to mess with Sam a bit.
Sam glared at her, unsure if he should trust her, but not able to argue with the question, "That's definitely not better."
"So give the kid a pick-me-up." She wandered over and lifted the bottom edge of the shirt checking out Asher's assets, "Oh, hmm" she gave an appreciative nod.
Sam bat at her hand, causing her to drop the sheet. Lizzy plopped into the chair Sam had been using for a bed and continued to nibble at her candy bar. When Sam just stood there, she lifted a foot to literally kick him into action, knocking him on top of Asher.
"Get to it then, he's gonna die while you decide what to do." Lizzy didn't know that her words were irrelevant at this point. With Sam making skin contact with Asher he was already drawn in. Like instinct, the hunter's personal starvation from physicality and the supernatural draw of Asher's starved flesh had him tearing Dean's shirt off the incubus.
"Well then," Lizzy's comment went unnoticed by the now ravenous Sam. Asher having a particularly strong effect on the hunter, due to Sam's already addictive nature. The taller man licked and sucked at the all of the now exposed skin, slowly feeling a warmth build in it again.
Sam soon found himself face first in the same assets that Lizzy had been sneaking a peak at earlier. Every part of Asher both smelled and tasted sweet like fresh fruit. Sam filled his mouth with that flavor, not even aware of the two of them not being alone.
After a bit of working over by the hunter, Asher gasped as he was brought back to consciousness by the influx of sexual energies. He almost immediately closed his eyes again, as the waves of pleasure washed over him. His hands reaching down to guide the eager mouth around for the most pleasure.
Lizzy finished her candy bar and neatly pressed the wrapper out flat against the table. She settled into the chair, not at all minding the show being put on in front of her. She chuckled to herself as she realized that Sam would never ever live this one down.
Back on the bed, Asher's back was arched with pleasure as Sam brought him over the edge. The tall hunter refused to stop until he had enjoyed all of the incubus's nectar-like orgasm. The sweet taste on Sam's lips lingered after he finally released his grip.
Asher turned onto his stomach and crawled towards the head of the bed. Sam, still driven by an intense lust that he couldn't control, tackled the incubus. The hunter practically tore at his pants to undo them and get the slacks pushed down to his ankles. He pressed his large erection between Asher's tight little cheeks and began to grind.
Lizzy kicked her feet up at the foot of the bed, "Sure, go ahead, feel free to fuck on my bed..." her words heard only be her. She shrugged as she pulled out her phone, getting some choice blackmail photos. She even decided to record a bit of video so she could play back the sounds the two were making for Sam later.
There were definitely plenty of grunts and moans passing back and forth between the two. Sam was inside Asher at this point, humping at the tight little incubus's hole. The little bubble butt clenching on the throbbing meat, eager to milk it.
It wasn't much longer before the grunts and groans intensified. Sam finally finished inside of Asher. The boys' noise kept them from hearing the approaching Impala. The two were so loud even Lizzy missed it, not that she would have done anything about it.
Just as Sam was sliding out of Asher, Lizzy's door opened. It took a minute for Dean to understand what he was seeing from the doorway, "Sam, Asher's gone. Where's-" the minute was up, "You have got to be kidding me!" Dean slammed the door behind him as he left.
The only sound left now was Lizzy's laughter as she stood up, "Better go patch things up with your bro," she smacked Sam's exposed ass right before he pulled his pants back up. The hunter didn't say anything, just glared at her before leaving for the room next door.
Asher pulled a sheet around himself after finding he didn't have any kind of clothes in this room outside of a ripped up shirt. He felt the pleasure of the feed subsiding. Soon, he realized what had just happened and buried his face in his hands, "I messed up, didn't I?"
"Boy did you ever," Lizzy dropped onto the bed beside him, "The other option looked like death."
"Probably would have been better."
"Don't be so dramatic," Lizzy flipped on the TV with the remote, turning it up a bit to drown out the shouting coming from next door, "I know you're not that much of a bitch."
After a few minutes of silence from Asher, Lizzy realized he was crying, "Ok, fine, I was wrong, you are a little bitch."
This only seemed to increase the shaking tears to heaving sobs. Lizzy was intensely uncomfortable. All she wanted right now was for the waterworks to stop. She rolled her eyes before begrudgingly putting an arm around Asher, "They'll work it out." she used that same arm to pat his shoulder, "Besides didn't look like either of you really had any control over what was happening."
The gesture and the words seemed to help stem the flow of tears. Asher having soaked in what Lizzy just said, turned to give her a very strange look, "Were you watching the whole time?"
"Yeah," giving no sign she thought it was weird, "hard to argue with dinner and a show."
Asher just furrowed his brow in her direction.
"Actually, wasn't nearly as gross as I thought it might be." she flipped through channels, "Sam's pretty hot though, and you aren't too shabby yourself. You're more of a cute than a hot, I'd say." she elbowed Asher almost playfully, then narrowed her eyes, "tell Sam that I said that and I will hurt you."
Asher had let himself smile, but then looked worried after the quick change of tone at the end. He decided to sit and stare at the TV quietly rather than risk upsetting Lizzy by talking. Eventually, he couldn't help himself, and finally asked something that had been bouncing around in his head for the past day, "What are you?"
"Seriously? What kind of question is that?" Lizzy's tone seemed jovial for the moment.
"Well, you're definitely not human... so what are you?" Asher risked asking again.
She stared Asher in the eyes, "You tell either of those two and I will cut so many new holes into you they won't even know where to stick their dicks."
Asher sensed that this was not an idle threat by any means, "I won't. Really, I won't" he decided to back up this claim with evidence, "I've kept your secret so far."
That seemed to sate Lizzy's wrath for now, "I'm fae," if words could shrug, those two would have, "and so are you." a loud thud, which Lizzy recognized as a fist hitting the wall, punctuated the sentence for her, "they're fine," she said, right before another happened, "probably fine."
Asher nodded for a moment, "Wait, how do you know I'm fae? What does that mean? Aren't I an incubus?" The questions happened so quickly even Asher needed a second to realize what all he asked.
Lizzy let out a slow huff of air, "Ok, so. Yeah, you're an incubus. Which is just a type of fae. I know you're fae because I can feel it in your emotions, the same way that you know I'm different," her eyes focus on a distant thought, "You don't want to know what it means."
Asher sat quietly after that, he had the feeling that he came close to something dangerous then. Lizzy eventually settled on just watching an infomercial. Asher had started to drift off when suddenly Lizzy was up and moving again.
"Found this in the evidence locker," She tossed some sort of ring at Asher.
Asher looked at the shape for a minute before he understood what it was, "Oh, a bracelet."
"Yeah, it was that girl's. Sam mentioned you might be able to track her with it or something." Lizzy crawled back into bed sliding under the comforter.
Asher slid the bracelet over his wrist. Even now he could feel a connection to the same energies he'd been following all day.
"Feel free to get some more rest. Those two can argue forever."
Asher settled in for some more sleep and found out she was right. Reaching out with his senses he could feel Sam and Dean in the next room still frustrated and fighting. Finally, he drifted off and entered the Dreamworld.
Except, yet again, it wasn't his. And it wasn't Lizzy's either...