Ruby had put a damper on Sam's evening and after she left him stunned in the bathroom he sourly found that Adam was still engaged with the brunette that had taken his seat. The beers had lost their effect after Ruby's sobering news and Sam wanted to get his mind off it all. He ordered three shots of tequila and slammed them all back before ordering another beer and closing his tab. He was sufficiently drunk by the time he finished his beer and decided it was high time to go back to the motel and sleep it off.
He stumbled out of the bar, not bothering to tell Adam good bye, and took the short walk back to the motel which was just two buildings over. He found his room after two failed attempts at opening another person's room, and spent nearly ten minutes just trying to get his key in the door. He pushed the door open and kicked it closed behind him, stumbling to his bed and falling face first into the mattress. He laid there in his drunken stupor, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about what Ruby had told him. He and Raya were supposed to bring on the antichrist if they came together? They were supposed to be in love? It didn't make sense. He had been drawn to Raya instantly he couldn't lie, but she seemed to not want anything to do with him and was wrapped up in Dean's world. Did she know what Ruby was talking about? Was that why she tried to so hard to stay away from him? That would make things make sense. He didn't want to bring on the antichrist any more than she probably did, was that why he didn't get a chance? She went with the safer choice of Dean? He felt a cloud of sleep starting to fill his drunken mind. His body felt exhausted and he wanted to retreat into his subconscious away from the information he had received. Just sweet darkness, where there was no Raya or antichrist, or angels, or demons.
It didn't take long for him to fall into the sleep he desired, the exhaustion combined with the alcohol had him asleep in less than two minutes after he had climbed into the bed. A knock shattered his peaceful dream like a pane of glass, making him jerk awake. He groaned rolling from the bed as the knocking continued. He reached the door, fumbling with the locks expecting to see Adam there with no key, but instead found his sister instead.
Sam blinked in surprise at Raya who stood outside his door with a smile. He stared at her blankly for a moment trying to decide whether he was awake when she took a step forward, putting a hand on the door.
"You going to let me in, Sam?" she asked softly, smirking. "It's freezing out here."
Sam shook his head. "Yeah of course, please come in."
He pulled the door open stepping back to let her in. She stepped into the room slowly, looking around as if she were looking for someone when Sam shut the door behind her. "Adam's still at the bar, he was with a girl so I don't think he'll be coming back tonight," he said making her turn to him.
"Oh right. Yeah well uh that's good," she said with a slow nod.
"Everything okay?" Sam asked sitting down on his bed. He was nervous, his hands rubbing down his jeans as his palms began to sweat. He and Raya were rarely alone and while she was acting a little strange, the air around them thickened with tension. His skin was getting warm, he felt a tingle down below and it made him flinch. "Where's Dean?" he added, his voice cracking.
"He's in our motel room," she said taking a step toward him; making his blood began to boil. "He's fast asleep."
Sam nodded. He tried to focus, but it was getting harder and harder. His eyes traveled up and down her body. "What's going on?"
"I just wanted to talk, Sam," she said softly, taking another step toward him that left them dangerously close. She unzipped her jacket, pulling it off letting it drop to the ground. "Is that okay?"
Sam frowned at her dropped jacket, but nodded slowly. "Yeah uh…are you okay?"
She didn't answer him. She was suddenly standing right in front of him. Sam swallowed hard, unable to do anything but look up at her mesmerized. She reached out a hand, running it through his hair making him moan involuntarily to the feel of her hand that left tingles running through his whole body. His eyes closed as her hand moved down to his neck leaving a trail of fire as she smoothed it up his cheek. There was a shift and suddenly she was in his lap, her legs wrapped around his back. She leaned into his mouth, her lips brushing his, but not making contact.
"Raya," he breathed. "What are you doing?"
Again, she ignored him, gripping his locks firmly and forcing his mouth to hers. Sam groaned at the feel of her mouth on his, and when her tongue slid into his mouth, warmth flooded his body. His hands gripped her hips roughly, yanking her further into his lap against his erection, fingers digging into her skin. Every cell of his being was screaming with the urge to take her body, to be inside of her. She broke away, her mouth moving to his neck to bite. Her hands were on his buckle next, undoing it with practiced ease. Sam's once hesitant movements had now turned animalistic, he was being rough, he couldn't help himself, her body felt so right in his hands.
He turned her suddenly, throwing her onto the bed before going for her pants, resisting the urge to rip them as he undid them and pulled them down her body. She moaned in pleasure when he kissed and nipped his way back up her body. He took the hem of her shirt in his hands, not bothering to take care with it as he ripped it from her body.
"Touch me, Sam," she demanded. "I want to feel you all over."
Her words sent jolts of sporadic electricity through him, exciting him all over. His body took a mind of its own. His hands grasping everything it could, his mouth sucking on anything it could reach. She was moaning his name, being completely compliant to his rough ministrations. His teeth nipped at her flesh almost drawing blood. She didn't protest to his roughness, she hissed in satisfaction, moaning for more.
He ripped through her undergarments, leaving her completely nude before him while he himself was fully closed. He couldn't wait anymore, he didn't want to waste the time discarding his clothes and finished unbuckling his jeans. He released himself, grasping a firm hold of her hips, he drove into her without hesitation or courtesy, she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Sam's heart was bursting inside his chest at the feel of warm contact. Stars erupted behind his eyes. It was like the planets aligning. He finally had her in that moment, she was his. He didn't waste any time before driving into her again and again, her mouth giving off a cry in time with each of his strokes. He sucked on the skin of her neck hard, his hands leaving red marks on her hips from how hard he held her. She continued moaning his name, begging for more, which Sam was more than willing to give to her.
Then he felt it, that first spark of an impending orgasm that cut off his smooth rhythm. His hands gripped her tighter, his plunges going deeper than ever. He was convulsing trying to hold on, to savor this moment, who knew when or if it would happen again. She was calling his name louder, her body convulsing around him, sending him over the edge with a long groan that made her climax erupt around him.
Sam shot up from his bed with a gasp, looking around the room wildly. It was dark but he wasn't alone, Adam lay sprawled on the other bed in the room, snoring loudly. Sam looked at the bedside clock seeing that it was almost five in the morning. Sam wiped the sweat from his brow and lay back down with a sigh. It was just a dream…
While Isabella had been hesitant about attempting to possess someone as powerful as Arianna Mitchell, she was surprised to find that it was easier than she had thought. She found the hunter was very easy to possess when she was sleeping, she hadn't put up a fight or made a peep since Isabella had taken her over. Isabella found herself thinking this would be the easiest job she had ever done in her demon days. She went to Sam's room, following her orders, and found him intoxicated, hardly in any state to ask questions or resist her seduction. Azarel had promised that he would be easy to seduce, saying that they were drawn to each other already and he had been right. Sam had put up no fuss at all.
She forced Sam to sleep with a spell, fixed his clothes and tucked him into bed, to him this would all be a hot dream. She picked up what remained of her clothes, dressed in what she could, and ducked out of the room first making sure no one else was outside. She shut the door behind her and headed to the back of the motel to wait. She was leaning against the wall, playing with Raya's hair when she heard his voice.
"Is it done?"
She looked up, a smile on her face before she even saw him. Azarel, Azazel's last living son. He was in a new host, a young man with dark hair and handsome features. It suited him compared to what his true face was. This hosts eyes were green, but when he neared her they flashed to yellow, as if she needed to see them to know who he was. But she didn't. She would always know him, no matter what host he was in.
"Yes, I did everything just like you told me," she said straightening.
His host's face smiled proudly, reaching out to touch her- Raya's- face. "Good girl," he said caressing her cheek. He studied her carefully, noticing something on her that made his brow furrow.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Sam Winchester likes it rough eh?" he commented, cupping her chin and tilting her head, allowing him an easier view of her neck which was riddled with hickies.
Isabella blushed crimson. She didn't say anything. Azarel was an extremely jealous demon and he had staked claim on her the moment he found her. She hadn't so much as touched another man, or demon, since then. But she followed his every order and when he told her his plan she felt honored that she had been chosen, it meant he trusted her to execute this vital mission. She had been proud. But it also did involve allowing someone else to pleasure her, something Azarel would have killed over. And while she had enjoyed sex with Sam, more than she liked to admit, she would never let him know.
"I had heard this twin was self-healing," Azarel continued looking down at her, talking more to himself than her. He continued to inspect her for a moment, trying to come to a conclusion, before he sighed and shrugged in defeat. "Perhaps she'll heal when you leave her. Either way, thanks to you this body is going to incubate the key to Lucifer's return. The key to our freedom," Azarel said changing the subject, smiling down at her proudly. "You did well my love."
Isabella's smile widened, she too was proud of herself, for being so faithful to him, for completing all tasks that he had asked of her. She would reap the rewards with him when this was all over. She could rule by his side. She snuggled into his hand, looking into his yellow eyes with admiration.
"But what will happen once she realizes that Dean isn't the father…and well…couldn't Dean be the father?" she asked hesitantly. She didn't want him to think she doubted him, he got angry when she poked holes in his plan.
He frowned down at her, his hand dropping from her cheek. "By the time the child is born it will be too late. Sam's…stuff…will overpower whatever Dean may have left behind. Their bodies have been preparing for this since my father fed them his blood. Don't worry my love. All will go according to plan."
"And…" she dared to ask another question. "And if she doesn't want the child?"
Azarel's frown deepened and she resisted the urge to flinch, expecting him to strike her. He didn't, thankfully. "If she makes any attempts to abort we will intervene and hold her hostage until she gives birth. Then we can dispose of her," he touched her cheek once more and his smile returned. "Now go return her before anyone notices that she is gone. You've suppressed her well?"
Isabella nodded confidently. "Yes, she hasn't made a peep."
"Good, return her, and find me when you're done."
She closed her eyes, lips puckering in hopes of kiss goodbye, but he offered none. He turned and sauntered off into the darkness leaving her disappointed and frowning. She had brief second of doubt, questioning why she followed him so blindly, but it was gone when she remembered who his father was. Azazel was a powerful demon with a plan, a plan that had taken years of planning and execution, and though the Winchesters had almost ruined it by killing him, Azarel had happily stepped in to pick up where his father had left off. He was just as commanding and downright scary as his father had been. And that's why she followed him.
She returned to the Raya's room, opening the door quietly to find Dean Winchester still asleep, right where she had left him. She took her clothes off discarded the damaged pieces into the trash can under the trash that was already in there, and checked once more to make sure everything was just as it was when she arrived. She slid into the bed beside Dean, the hunter beside her waking just enough to wrap his arm around her and pull her close, snuggling his face into her neck. She waited for him to relax into sleep once more before she let go.
Raya awoke with a gasp, startling Dean who sat up with her, pulling his gun from beneath the pillow. "What? What is it?" he asked looking around in the darkness for an intruder.
Raya sat there, panting, feeling lost. She didn't know what had awoken her, but she felt wrong. She looked around the room trying to put her finger on it, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She didn't remember what she had been dreaming about, but she felt like she had been dreaming.
"I'm sorry," she said looking at Dean. "I just… I just had a bad dream I think."
Dean sighed and put the gun back under the pillow. "You alright?" he asked blinking at her in the dark.
Raya nodded. "Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom."
Dean grunted in response, kissing her quickly before dropping back down to the pillows. She was certain he was back to sleep before his head had even hit the pillow. She took a deep breath and rolled from the bed rising to her feet.
That's when she felt it, the way her body ached. She felt like she had gone twelve rounds with a cement truck. The main hurt was between her legs, and the curve of her hips, she could barely stand. She was so unaccustomed to pain as a self-healer that it was a bit of a shock, even when there was pain, she usually didn't feel it long. It took her a moment to compose herself before she could make it to the bathroom, shut the door, turn on the light, and check her reflection.
She froze when she saw her, taking in her reflection, gazing up on the hickies that riddled her neck and the bruises that lined her hips. She stood there stunned, staring at herself, wondering just what the hell happened to her when the marks began to heal. The magic within her finally kicked in, each mark slowly disappearing till the ache was gone and she looked good as new. She still couldn't stop staring, trying to remember if this had been done by Dean. But she knew it hadn't. None of it made sense.
She pondered it a few minutes more, struggling to remember what she had been dreaming about but could remember nothing. She splashed some water on her face and used the restroom before returning to Dean. She slipped her body under his arm, cradling her head on his chest, and relaxing into him. She felt uneasy and it took her a good half an hour of listening to Dean's breathing and light snores before she finally fell back to sleep. She dreamed of Sam, his hands gripping her hips hard, his mouth on her neck, and of a man with yellow eyes caressing her cheek.