"Dean!" They could hear Sam through the door, and Dean pounded at it again in frustration.
"Damn it, Sam!" They heard Sam hit the door from his side, and Dean shouted again, "Sam, be careful!" He slammed the heel of his hand against the door once again. "Son of a bitch!"
Devon was shining her flashlight around the area, looking for another way into the area Sam had been trapped in, as Nicole tried to soothe the whimpering woman who sat on the floor nearby. "Dean!" She nodded her head towards a door at the far corner, a wire-mesh reinforced window giving them a peek into the storage area beyond. "I think there's an entrance to the next area, if we can get in there."
Dean rushed to her side, peering through the window as Devon's flashlight shone on the shelves of supplies in the next room. He turned sideways, then smashed his elbow through the glass. It shattered, but stayed in the frame, held in place by the wire mesh, which he forced out with his hand, wrapped in the sleeve of his jacket.
Devon followed him closely as he opened the door and rushed to the other exit from the storage room. It was apparently barred from the outside, and Dean let out an angry curse as he pounded his fist on it, whirling around to face Devon. She stared back at him wordlessly for a second, sharing the fear she saw in his eyes before turning and heading back into the main warehouse.
Nicole stood as they came back, defeat clear on their faces, and she fought to hold back tears. "We have to help him, Dean!" she said, and Devon put an arm around her as Dean rushed by, back to the aluminum door that stood in their way. He was examining it when Nicole shouted, "Dean!" and he turned to face the woman they had rescued, now showing fangs and hissing at him as she attacked. He was on his back on the floor, the girls still shouting, and Devon was approaching them with her machete when he pulled the Colt from the back of his jeans and fired, hitting the vampire in the forehead. An eerie light shone from the bullet hole, then from her eyes and mouth as she fried from the inside with a loud sizzle, then dropped lifelessly to the ground.
"Son of a bitch," he said softly as he rose slowly to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Devon asked, sheathing her knife as she approached him.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He looked down at the dead woman, anger and disgust on his face as Devon laid a hand on his arm. "He turned her. The asshole turned her. I don't care how, he dies today."
Devon nodded in agreement and they turned their attention once again to the obstacle in their path. Dean dragged the woman's body away from the door, turning back in surprise as the wall next to the overhead door exploded into the room with a crash, a cloud of dust and debris raining down on top of Sam and Gordon as they hit the floor. Gordon, fangs out, was trying to tear out Sam's throat, and Dean took a running dive at the monster, knocking him away from his brother. Gordon rolled and came back to his feet, grabbing Dean by the front of his shirt and jacket and slamming him into the nearest wall, biting into the side of Dean's neck as Nicole screamed and Dean bellowed in pain, fighting to escape.
Devon rushed towards him, shouting Dean's name as she drew her machete, but Sam flew by her in a blur, grabbing Gordon and throwing him to the ground. Gordon charged him, pinning him against a work bench, but Sam had managed to grab a length of razor wire from the shelf, his hands poorly protected with shop rags as he wrapped the wire around the vampire's neck. Gordon snarled furiously as Sam clenched his jaw and pulled, rage and determination in his eyes, oblivious to the damage being done to his hands. Devon helped Dean to his feet, and they all watched, horrified, as the wire slowly sliced its way through muscle and bone, and Gordon's head finally rolled from his shoulders, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
There was shocked silence between them for a few seconds, and then Nicole rushed to Sam's side. "Oh, God, Sammy... your hands!" She held one large hand in hers as she removed the dirty rag from his palm, shuddering at the damage. "We have to take care of this."
"We have some bodies to get rid of. We'll live until that's done," Dean said as Devon held her overshirt to Dean's bleeding neck.
Nicole grabbed a pocket knife from her jeans, glaring at each of the men in turn as she removed her denim shirt, shivering a little at the cool air in just her tank top. She cut into the shirt and ripped strips from the bottom, then grabbed Sam's hand, wrapping it tightly as he grimaced, but restrained himself from making a sound. When she had dressed both hands, she stepped back, arms folded. "Well, get to it, then. We need to take care of those injuries, so get your asses in gear."
It was a couple of hours later that they pulled into the parking lot at the motel, leaving the 'borrowed' pickup at its former spot. They packed up quickly and left, wanting to get a few miles between them and Albany. They drove for a couple of hours and pulled into the first motel they saw at Binghamton. Devon went to the office and booked two rooms, and they dragged themselves wearily in for what was left of the night.
Dean didn't even argue as Devon helped him remove his clothes and started a hot shower for him. He was stiff and sore, and the bite on his neck throbbed painfully with each heartbeat. He stood under the water, letting it slowly sooth his hurts, while Devon undressed and joined him. She washed his wounds gently as he stood quietly, only an occasional hiss of indrawn air to let her know he was in pain. "I'm sorry," she said, touching his face briefly as he gave her a weak smile as she continued.
She knelt behind Dean on the bed as she put gauze and antibiotic ointment on his neck, being as gentle as possible. She leaned over to place a kiss on his shoulder when she was finished, and they crawled between the sheets, holding each other close as they drifted off, their adrenaline gone and exhaustion taking over.
Nicole impatiently backhanded a tear that rolled down her cheek, defying her efforts to hold it back, as she unwrapped Sam's injured hands. "I can't believe you did this," she almost sobbed, pulling the strips of her torn shirt away from the wounds. He sat there, stoic, trying not to let the pain show on his face, and she finally finished, rising to throw the makeshift bandages in the trash. "You couldn't use a knife? You had to..."
"Nic, I had to grab the closest thing available. He was gonna rip out my throat."
Another soft sob escaped her lips, and her tears won out. Sam stood and went to her, pulling her close with his arms, his bloody hands held awkwardly to avoid touching her. She squeezed him tight for a few moments until she once again took control of her emotions, sniffing and ordering him to come with her to the bathroom. "We have to clean those cuts. And all we've got is alcohol, baby. I'm so sorry."
Sam smiled softly, whispering that it was okay, and followed her to the sink. She plugged the basin, pouring the entire bottle into it, and Sam took a deep breath before immersing his injured hands in the fluid, his jaw working as he fought to control the pain.
Once he had soaked to Nicole's satisfaction, she rinsed his hands and wrapped them carefully in what seemed like yards of gauze. He lifted a hand and touched her face gently with the exposed tips of his fingers, then pulled her close and held her, and they stood there for a time before undressing and going to bed.
Nicole laid on his chest, pulling one of his hands up and kissing a fingertip softly. She felt Sam's breath catch, and smiled a little to herself as she kissed another, then another, and finally sucked just the tip into her mouth gently, making him squirm. "Did I hurt you, Sammy?" she asked, worried, but he shook his head.
"No. It's not that..."
She dropped a kiss on his chest and raised up to look at him. "Well, in that case..." She continued her kisses on his fingers, sucking on the tips and running her tongue around them until Sam let out a moan that made her laugh softly. She slid a hand down his belly and caressed him through his boxers, then kissed her way down as she pulled them down around his hips. She placed soft kisses from the base of his erection all the way to the tip, then took him into her mouth and ran her tongue up his length as his hips bucked instinctively. "Little Sammy needs some attention, and you can't take care of him right now, so I guess I'll have to," she teased, then got serious with her attentions as Sam moaned loudly, fighting the urge to grab onto her or anything close with his bandaged hands.
"God, Nic... I can't... you're making me crazy. I want to touch you, and I can't..."
Nicole stopped, kissing his belly and moving up to his lips. "It's okay, baby - I'll take care of you," she whispered, and he crushed her to his chest with his arms as he kissed her roughly, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip as a low growl emanated from his chest. She kissed him back hungrily, then raised to her knees, tearing her shirt off over her head and removing her panties before pulling Sam's boxers the rest of the way off. She wasted no time, straddling his hips, and Sam moaned loudly as she rubbed herself against him.
"Nic... baby, please..." he whispered, his voice rough and breathless, and she raised up, positioned herself, and lowered herself until he was buried to the hilt, making her hold her breath for a moment as she clenched around him. Sam raised up on his elbows, and Nicole leaned closer to allow him to take a nipple into his mouth, whimpering as he teased at it, until she could hold still no longer and began to rock back and forth on him as Sam thrust himself up hard into her.
She braced her hands on his chest, staring down at him as she began to ride him hard, feeling his frustration at not being able to hold on and help. it wasn't long until she felt herself drawing close, beginning to lose her rhythm as her eyes drifted closed. "Come on, baby... come on a little more..." Sam managed to say, his voice breaking as she pushed herself to continue, slamming her body down to meet his again and again, biting her lip so hard she was afraid she'd draw blood. Only when he let out a loud moan and she felt him pulsating inside her did she finally let herself go, her shout echoing in the room. She rode out their high, then collapsed, exhausted, on Sam's chest, fighting for air, her heart pounding hard in her chest. Sam grunted as she spasmed around him again, and she whimpered weakly. "You okay?" he asked softly, his fingertips touching her back lightly, sending a shudder through her.
"I'm okay," she whispered, unable to even lift her head to look at him for the moment. They laid like that for a time, until finally Nicole mustered the strength to roll off of him and lay sprawled beside him on the rumpled sheets. "I love you, Sammy."
He rolled to his side, leaning to kiss her gently, then dropped back to his pillow. "I love you too, Nic," barely getting the words out before sleep took him, Nicole not far behind.
Devon woke from the haze of deep sleep, moaning softly as she slowly became aware of Dean's mouth on her breast, his tongue gently flicking at her nipple, his hand gliding smoothly down her belly. "Dean?" she said softly, her hand coming up to bury itself in his hair as he continued, his fingers making their way between her legs.
He raised his head as touched her there, his fingers finding their way home as he kissed her hard, almost desperately, then bent to nip at her throat. "I need you, Dev."
"I'm right here," she whispered, then gasped at the sensations flooding through her body as it responded to his touch, suddenly very much awake. He sucked at the soft skin of her breast, as he plunged his fingers in deeper, and then pulled them from her to lower himself between her legs.
"God, Dev, I can't..."
"It's okay, baby, come home," she said softly, and he filled her, forcing himself to stop for a moment as he kissed her again, demanding, ravenous, and his intensity took her breath away.
He pulled back once, slowly sliding back to the hilt before he lost all self-control and began to drive himself into her, one hand on her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh. He reached between them, his thumb swirling and pressing into her most sensitive spot, and she cried out his name as she came apart beneath him, her fingers clawing into his shoulders as his thrusts became erratic. He let out a loud moan, then growled as he came, so hard he lost himself completely for a moment, his vision blurred and his head spinning. His body was shaking as he lowered himself down, and Devon cradled his head on her shoulder, one hand stroking his hair as the other glided over the smooth skin of his back, slick with sweat.
They laid there, silent, in each other's arms for several minutes before he was able to speak. "I'm sorry, Dev. I just... I needed you bad... I didn't mean..."
"Shhh. It's okay. Trust me, more than okay. No complaints here."
He was kissing her skin softly, his hands moving gently over her, and she felt him move inside her, growing hard again as he raised his head to look down at her. "Maybe we should try this again?" he asked as he kissed her, nibbling softly at her lips, his tongue teasing at hers. Devon didn't answer. She didn't have to.