Spicy Vanilla Sex

After one week of observation, June had, in more or less kind words, explained to the doctor she had no intentions of spending just one more minute in this lovely facility, and they had allowed her to go home. And did a little relieved celebratory dance the second she was gone.

"If you two wouldn't be so scrumptious and absolutely worth it, I would give you hell of a time about all the trouble you've caused," June pressed Sophia's body against her chest and unlocked the door to their apartment. "Whereby I have to admit that retrospectively, I'm glad you decided to arrive earlier. Your Mom is just dying to eat your Daddy up."

"If you don't watch your mouth around them, June, their first word will be sex."

"Babies do learn the important things first. And 'sex' doesn't only happen to be a very simple word, but a very important one, too."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Not for toddlers, June."

"Yeah, whatever," June kissed Sophia's head. "What do you say, sweetie, you and your brother want dinner?"

Sophia gave a non-committing yawn. "Take that as a yes." June put her down on the soft carpet, far away from any furniture where she might bump her head, and pranced off into the kitchen. Sam lay Aidan down next to his sister and followed her.

He leaned against the doorframe and watched his wife getting the bottles ready. "You know, the mother role becomes you."

"I'm not sure I can take that as a compliment. Are you saying I look all housewifey?"

"Far from it," Sam stood behind her, trailed kisses along her neck and pushed her shirt up. His hands grabbed her hips and caressed the bare skin. "You look edible."

June moaned and threw her head back, allowing Sam better access to the sensitive skin of her throat. It didn't take long for the first faint bite mark to show. "Sam…" Impatiently, she turned around and attacked his mouth with hers, her tongue fiercely demanding entrance, which was quickly given. It felt unknown, but oh, so arousing, to have Sam's firm abs pressed against her flat belly and his firm chest against her breasts again.

June buried her hands in Sam's hair and pulled him deeper into their kiss. "God, I can't wait to have you bang me senseless."

"Months of abstinence, and you're still not talking clean."

"Oh, I'm only starting to roll in the dirty hay, Sam." June breathed.

A whine from the living room interrupted their 'cooking'. Sam and June looked at each other in defeat. "We need to teach them better timing."

"I wonder who they inherited that from," June mumbled and kissed Sam's tattoo before unwillingly – very unwillingly – separating from him. "I recall you always having perfect timing."

"Yours isn't too bad, either. But they probably inherited your impatience." Sam crushed his lips on June's one last time and followed her back into the living room, to their children.

June was torn between watching their babies sleep and tearing off Sam's clothes. She settled for spending half an hour standing at the twins' cribs, then she took Sam's hand and pulled him out of the room. The door had just closed behind them when she found herself pressed against the wall, no space left for breathing, and her lips caught between Sam's.

"Finally," She growled when he pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the floor. June sent his shirt after it and raked her fingers over his spotless chest. Her hands travelled to his back and she dug her nails into his skin, drawing him closer and kissing his nipples.

She felt her bra get unsnapped and impatiently shrugged the straps down her shoulders. Sam's hands cupped her lush breasts and drew a moan from her lips. "Do me a favour…"

"Only one?" Sam cocked an eyebrow and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her into the wall.

"Oh, baby, I don't have any restrictions. Just this one. Other than that, you can do with me as you please," June smirked and in one quick motion, unbuckled Sam's belt and dipped her hand down his boxers. Sam growled with barely hidden hunger at her teasing touch. "What would be that be?"

"Don't screw me up against the wall this time. It tends to get me pregnant, and I really couldn't abstain from you for another nine months."

"Technically," Sam pushed her jeans down her legs, "You only abstained for three months."

"Felt longer."

"You're telling me."

June nibbled on his ear lobe before grazing her teeth over his neck. "Thanks for not screwing some random hooker to get rid of the sexual tension, by the way."

"I would have never dared to." Sam growled and cupped her ass, lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom. "Let alone did I want to."

June's bare back met the cool silk sheets. "You'd have been a divorced man, let me tell you that."

"Would have been such a pity, not having my convenient wife at home," Sam ran his tongue over June's nipple, making her tense up and squirm from the surge of lust taking over her body.

"Don't you dare prolong this with dominating kinky talk."

Sam pushed June's leg up and she shivered pleasantly from his light stubble scratching her sensitive skin. "Oh, baby, you're all mine. Tonight and always."

June wished she wasn't such a sucker for kinky talk. Strange, how her pride was more than willing to step back for sexual satisfaction.

Oh, well, everyone had a guilty pleasure or two.

"Claim me, then," June breathed, her breath hot on Sam's neck. "If you can."

Sam took a moment to admire June's beauty – even the fatigue of childbirth and the few pounds pregnancy had left behind couldn't diminish it; if anything, they enhanced it – before he pulled her throng down her legs with torturous leisureliness.

"Damn it, Sam, I've really waited long enough-"

Sam shut her up with a demanding kiss. "You said it yourself; I could do with you as I pleased."

"That didn't include torture." June complained and pulled him down on her, "I'm so damn hot for you, Sam. Dripping wet, all for you."

Sam groaned as he felt June's hand close around his hard length, teasing him while her tongue artistically entertained his. "Want you buried deep inside me… claim me, mark me…"

With a feral grunt, Sam kicked his jeans down, burning hot with impatience to comply.

Then his phone rang. June hissed and took it from his pants before getting rid of them for good. "What?"

"Interrupting something, June?"

"Dean, I'm about to get laid for the first time in months. Not now."

"What if this would be about the world ending?"

"Then I say: who the fuck cares, and that I better spend the last minutes fucking my husband to the point of oblivion."

"June. Too much freaking information."

"You asked. Oh, and I could spill a lot more dirty details, but I'm really not in the mood for talking now, I need to get back to-"

"I get the picture, sadly. Scarring pictures they are. Bye, June. Try not to screw my brother unconscious." Dean chuckled and hung up. 'Oh, Sammy.'

"That was your useless brother," June growled and tore the last obstructive piece of clothing off her husband's body. "I would revel in your stunning looks, but I really have other needs now."

"Those being?" Sam dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her spotless thighs.

"Let me put it this way: You dare make this sweet and slow, and I'll chain you to the bed. You're in command for the night, and you misuse it to torture me with vanilla sex, I'll throw chilli sex back at you."

"Don't tempt me."

June grinned and arched her chest towards him seductively. "Ain't I already?"

"Wicked minx," Sam growled and roughly pushed her legs apart.

"Absolutely… and this wicked minx would be more than happy to have chilli sex with you later, regardless of how hard you fuck her now."

"Guess we'll see about how able she is of doing that once I'm done with her."

June nearly whimpered with sexual tension meeting months of sexual frustration; but thankfully, Sam put her out of her misery.

She let out a sustained moan and left red scratches on Sam's more than well-toned biceps as he plunged into her, deep. "Oh, God yes, Sam…"

Months of lacking practice didn't do a hint of harm to Sam's qualities as a sex god. He knew what buttons to press, how to make her scream within seconds. June soon found herself deeply in the clutches of her orgasm, and then a second climax rolled over her as Sam drove himself between her legs one last time and came inside of her.

"Okay. Definitely not vanilla sex." June said breathlessly.

"Who said we were done?" Sam flipped her over so that she was straddling him now.

"Whatever happened to 'recovery time'?"

"Aww, did I take that much out of you? You were the one who told me not to go easy on you."

June smirked and pressed her hands flat against Sam's six-pack, slowly moving them up. Her fingertips lightly brushed his nipples, causing him to roughly grab her hips. "Thank God, or whoever responsible, for blessing me with a husband who's a wild horny beast in bed."

"Not only there." Sam pushed her down on him, "And I'm just keeping up with my insatiable, needy, horny wife."

June lowered herself onto him, took him fully in and let out a lusty moan. "Let's see if you can. Keep up with all my desires," She started moving back and forth on him in an intoxicating rhythm and kissed him, "My pace," She took him deeper into her, "My needs," June took Sam's hand and brought it to her breasts, "My lust."

Turned out, Sam could. More than well, actually – not that June had expected anything else. They were at it until early morning hours before they eventually fell asleep in each other's arms, happier than they had ever been.

Sophia Winchester, had she been thinking in words yet, would have been thinking along the lines of: What the hell does it take around here to get my parents to get me some breakfast?

After granting her Mom and Dad a few more moments to make up for their lack of attention, Sophia took matters in her own hands when they didn't and started whining.

June woke from the unusual sound and prodded Sam's chest. "Your kid's hungry."

Sam groaned and opened his eyes. "What?"

"Your babies are hungry."

"They're our children."

"Certainly. But when they want something early morning, they're yours. When they're cuddly and satisfied, they're mine."

Sam smiled, kissed June's forehead and got up without complaint. "You get your rest. Probably need it after last night."

June threw a pillow at him and buried her head underneath the other one. "It could be that I'm just exhausted after birth, but no, my divine husband ascribes it all to his masculine qualities."

Sam shook his head, chuckling, and walked into the nursery. Aidan was still asleep, but Sophia looked up at him almost reproachfully, as if to say: What kept you so long? I'm waiting.

"Good morning, princess. How was your first night at home?"

Sophia gurgled and drummed her little fist against his chest demandingly. "Wrong address, sweetheart," Sam chuckled. "Dad's going to get you a bottle ready, yeah?"

Sam cradled his daughter against his chest and waited for the water to warm when his phone rang; he had instinctively slipped it back into his jeans pocket when he'd put them on this morning to get Sophia. "Yeah."

"Morning, tiger."

Sam rolled his eyes at the lewd smirk sounding through in Dean's voice. "What's up?"

"You read the paper this morning?"

"Didn't get around to it yet."

"I bet." Dean laughed, then added on a more serious note: "The case we were supposed to take down in Virginia?"

"Yeah?"

"After we dropped it since you just couldn't wait to finally be a dad, a pair of other hunters took it… papers don't say much, just that it were nasty deaths."

"You're saying-"

"It was a trap, Sammy. Someone wanted us down there, and when we didn't show, they just zapped the ones coming in our stead. So really, your kids couldn't have better timing."

"Yeah," Sam replied and looked at his daughter thoughtfully. As she rested against his chest so peacefully – well, almost, if you left out the fact she wasn't a happy hungry kid – it was hard to believe she and her brother might have supernatural destinies waiting for them… perhaps even supernatural powers. Was them coming too early and saving their father's and uncle's lives coincidence or the beginning of something more?

Sophia gave a little cry to draw attention to her hungry self; Staff these days. So sloppy and unreliable.

Sam heard soft steps out on the hallway, and not wanting to explain to June what was so urgent Dean had called not only yesterday night but also this morning, he quietly said: "Dean, I'll call you back, okay?"

His brother sighed and replied, his opinion on Sam's lying to June clear: "You gotta know what you're doing, keeping it all from her…"

Sam had just slipped his phone back into his pocket when June appeared in the doorway, wearing Sam's shirt, Aidan on her arm and a smile on her face. Sam didn't think he'd ever seen her so at peace with herself and the world.

He really should tell her the truth about her family… but he couldn't destroy her peace and happiness, not yet, anyways. Maybe not ever.

"So, when are you leaving?" June asked casually as she rocked Sophia to sleep gently.

Sam's head snapped up. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, I know that look. You're brooding over the perfect opening line to tell me you're off for a hunt and leaving me outnumbered with our two week old twins."

"Amazing how you can sound reproachful without even sounding reproachful."

June chuckled. "It's a gift. That aside, I'm not reproaching you, I won't even make a scene."

"Don't take this personal, June, but I'm not quite buying that yet."

"Well, for one, this motherhood thing actually isn't too bad, I think I'm kind of liking it, actually," That might be an understatement; June would have never thought children could make her feel as if she's finally reached the end of a long life of always searching. She has found now. "I suppose I won't have a nervous breakdown taking care of the twins alone for a while. And two: You're a hunter, Sam. Even two kids and a wife won't change that. You can be as much of a full-time husband and father as I can be stuck at home without going insane. You want to be on the road, and I want you on the road. I think you might even need hunting more than Dean does."

"That so?"

"Yeah. Because it drives you nuts knowing people are getting torn to shreds while you idly sit at home and enjoy your slice of apple pie. Even after everything you've done already, you still feel like you need to make amends," June said softly. Sam couldn't find anything to say against that, though he wished he could come up with something, say why he wouldn't leave his family… but June was right.

"Plus, it's your form of anger management," June smiled cheekily and kissed his cheek. "And, well, screwing me is."

"That being the more pleasant option."

June kissed him heatedly, and Sam would have ravished her then and there if Sophia hadn't complained about her parents' PDA. June leaned back with a sigh, "I'm really dreading the moment they learn to walk. And talk. And ask tricky questions."

"Would only serve you right."

"If our twins are my karma coming back to me… you'll most likely end up a single Dad."

Sam flinched barely noticeably. If he couldn't stop June's family soon…

When Karen Black did her last breath, Sam felt a small wave of relief sweep through him. June's grandmother was dead, one monstrous ancestor down, several more to go…

"You know what I don't get?" Dean asked as they walked back to the Impala.

"What?"

"How are they controlling this insane breeding programme? How do they know what comes out of mixing a witch with a half-werewolf or I don't know what kind of Frankenstein siring they were doing. I mean, do they have a database of crazies and a matchmake application? Facebook for freaks?"

"No idea. Honestly, I don't think we really want to know."

"Yeah, probably not. This just strikes me as a warped science experiment that's bound to go sideways."

"It already did. They paid for immortality with their sanity, their soul, everything that makes them human."

Karen Black had had the ability to command lesser supernatural creatures; she snapped her fingers and ghosts, ghouls or zombies did her bidding. It was a scary power in the hands of a maniac.

Luckily, her immortality didn't seem to survive a silver bullet through the heart.

"Who's next on the list?"

"Well, there are ten more relatives that we know of in total. We've got leads for Bart Olsen, some second-degree cousin of June's… Apparently, he's able to inflict pain by just a thought."

"Peachy. Because I really miss having my bones broken or lungs ripped out of my body…"

Two days later, it was one down, nine more to go, not counting those who might still lurk in the shadows.

June frowned and tried the number again. Karen Green's mailbox came on, sure enough, but how could it be she wasn't to be reached for two days now? Art agents had to be available at all times… but maybe, that was just one of those rules June wished were true but really weren't.

"Well, good thing Mommy has her connections, right, Soph?" June had shifted her desk work to the floor, where she could look after her babies and get work done, all in one. Her right hand being out of order due to her forefinger being caught in Aidan's firm grasp, June scrolled through her email contact list with her left, which wasn't quite as efficient as if she'd done it with her right. Eventually, however, she found Kilian Mueller's, a gallerist from New York, address and sent him a quick mail, inquiring if he knew Justin Grove and if he did, to please call her.

It took ten minutes, then her phone rang. "June Winchester."

"Juney, it's me, Kil."

Rolling her eyes at some people's absurd need to nickname everyone, June replied: "It's June. Anyways, thanks for calling back so quickly."

"Sure thing. What do you need from Justin?"

"Some of his photographs, but really, I'd like to tell him his agent is crappy for his business." June baited. Kilian didn't disappoint.

"Justin doesn't have an agent, June. Sure, he's got enough talent that will let him earn big one day, but I don't think anyone in his right mind is going to work for him at the moment…"

"Huh, must have mixed him up with someone else then." June's eyes narrowed as her mind started wheeling.

"Happens to the best of us. I'll send you Justin's number in a sec."

"Thanks. One more thing, Kilian; have you ever heard of a Karen Green?"

"No, why?"

"Nothing, thought she worked for you at some point," June lied. "Thanks, Kilian."

"You owe me dinner. More than that, actually."

"I'm happily married and have two kids."

"Only dinner, then."

June smiled wickedly. "Sure." She hung up and then called a pizza delivery service in New York. Told them to deliver a pizza to Kilian Mueller and scribble 'We're even. From Boston with love' onto the carton.

"What do you two say, should your Mom finally tell your Daddy about this weird crap going on?" June looked at her twins. "I take that as a: 'No, Mommy, you should look into this yourself first and not have Dad worry.' You're right. Good babies."

Dean and Sam had Cass, June had Balthazar.

"Aren't your two brats adorable."

"Nice seeing you, too, angel ass."

"You called me, Winchester." Balthazar looked at Aidan and Sophia. "Tell me, did you ever wonder if they have souls?"

"No, I didn't wonder, and yes, they do have souls."

"Daddy and Mommy didn't." Balthazar raised his eyebrows and ambled through June's living room.

"They did when they were conceived." June replied coolly. "Anyways, I really didn't call you to show off baby pictures."

"June. Last deal we struck was entertaining, but that was when you had leverage. I don't see another wannabe-rapist sitting in your posh apartment, so I take it you don't have anything to offer me. Hence, there's really nothing I'll do for you. I don't work for free."

"Angels won't even do favours, what has the world come to?" June sighed dramatically. "Good thing I didn't call you to work."

"No?"

"Finding someone for me can hardly be called work for an angel. Unless, of course, you're not as capable as your reputation had me hoping you are."

Balthazar's eyes narrowed as he studied June intensely. "You've got quite a smart mouth."

"So I've heard before, yes."

"What's his name?"

"Her name is Karen Green, and she…" June stopped herself as a realization struck her. The first time she'd seen Karen, she had felt this blinding pain in her torso – she'd believed it to be pregnancy-related, but what if it really was her ability kicking in? "And she's a monster."

"That ought to narrow it down, then."

"She came to see me a couple of weeks back-"

"Then she might still have your signature on her. I'll see what I can find."

"If I knew you'd appreciate gratitude, I'd say thanks."

"Save it. I'd rather have you indebted to me."

June snorted. "I don't have a moral compass like that. I don't feel indebted to anyone, no matter what they do for me."

"See, that's why I like you. You're not unlike me."

"Minus the chicken wings."

The angel shot her a glare, then disappeared. June turned back to her babies. "I am just so glad you two can't talk yet. And all I want is to tell your Dad everything… but I'm so scared he'll tear at the wall."

"There is no Karen Green."

June gave a start at the voice from behind her. "What do you mean, there is no Karen Green?"

"Maybe I was quick to jump to the conclusion you're a smart girl," Balthazar stepped towards her leisurely, "Think, June."

"Why bother when you can just tell me?"

"What, thinking too much work for you?"

"No, I merely wanted to give you the chance to keep me from hitting you."

The angel shook his head. "June, June, your sharp tongue will cost you your life if you're not careful."

"Experience taught me it saves me. Anyways, Karen Green."

"Used a rather uncreative pen name. Her real name's Karen Black."

Black, Black, why did that sound so familiar? June violently racked her brains, wondering where she had heard that name before.

Oh, crap.

"My grandmother…?"

"Not anymore. Was found with three silver bullets in her ageless chest two nights ago."

"But she died before I was born."

Balthazar shrugged. "Apparently, she didn't. You said it yourself: She was a monster. Whatever that means. But, dearie, that's not my part of business. Might want to ask your hubby."

"Wait, does Sam know about this?"

"Was honesty not a clause in your marriage contract? I have no idea if he knows, and frankly, I wouldn't share it with you if I did out of sheer principle. I will give you the advice of maybe checking if he's missing three silver bullets."

June was alone with her children again, and those voices screaming in her head. Ask Sam about it and run the risk of having to tell him everything, of maybe triggering a brick come lose out of worry about her, Aidan and Sophia? She would have to reveal that she had done some shady business lately, and couldn't be sure he was doing the same… she might gamble everything away.

Or she could keep quiet about it and never know if he was out there killing her relatives that were long since supposed to be dead.

June cradled her son against her chest and decided that she being in the dark was a lot better than risking her children losing their father. She would just sit this one out; one day, Sam was bound to come clean, he was probably just waiting for the right time… and when he did, she could tell her part of the story.

Unbidden, Balthazar's words from nine months ago came back to June: You're going unhealthy lengths for him, June. Be careful it doesn't backfire.

June wanted to tell Sam, she really did; keeping all these secrets from him weighed heavier on her than she thought they would. However, the memory of the night he'd scratched the wall was still too fresh, too burning and stinging as that she would risk Sam break another brick lose.

No, if she told him, he'd worry and set his mind on killing everything in his way that might pose a threat to June and their children. That would get him killed.

"You know, I wouldn't have this problem if I had just stuck with one of the brainless, rich-ass suitors who were after my well-filled bank account and my fine ass some years ago. But, your father is the best thing that ever happened to me, you two excluded," June smiled and gave their twins a kiss on the cheek each. "And no matter how bad it gets, you and Sam are worth all of it."

Sam furiously went over the files, signs and every other piece of information they had assembled. Again. And again. Found nothing.

"Sam, why poke the bear?"

"Come on, Dean, you really think they bust out another apocalypse to step back just like that? Have a nice vacation in Mexico and just abandon all their hundreds of years of breeding, plotting, killing?" Sam snapped.

"Hey, maybe something is about to go right here for once in our lives, okay? Maybe, for once, we don't have to stand through all the bad crap to keep what we love safe."

Sam turned to Dean with unyielding eyes. "You really believe that?"

"I'd like to. Sam, we've been looking for weeks. June's relatives are gone. There are no signs, no killings, nothing. Let it be, and for God's sake don't scratch the wall again."

Something was way off about this. For months, Sam and Dean had been hunting down June's freaky relatives, killed three of them, and now they were just all gone? Stepped back from their apocalyptic game?

"Sam, you should see your kids grow up and not brood over monsters that aren't there anymore."

"There will always be monsters to hunt, Dean. And I won't make the mistake of just…letting June's family slip by like that and risk them just taking a break and striking back hard when we don't expect it."

"Okay, okay," Dean said consolingly. He knew how dangerous these kinds of discussions could be for Sam's wall. "But as long as there are no leads, no signs and no omens, we're not going to heedlessly hunt ghosts, figuratively speaking, you understand?"

Sam growled an unwilling reply. "Fine. But I'm going to lose sleep over this one."

"Add it to the list."

Keira Ivancan was beyond furious. Not enough that her useless great-granddaughter messed up the whole plan, but also did she whore around hunters. Hunters.

The only blood that Keira had been careful to never been mix into her family was that of a hunter, and June had messed it all up.

"'I want a soul, I want a conscience'," Keira mocked her great-granddaughter in a whiny tone as she stormed through her mansion in a frenzy of rage. "'That's why I'll have a goddamn hunter shove a kid into me and fuck up the whole thing'. Stupid bitch!"

"Keira."

"What?" For her 110 years, Keira looked more than well. She looked like her 29 year old self, the age she had given her soul for witchcraft at. Not the harmless kind of witchcraft, either; black magic was a happy expression to describe what she was capable of.

Should Keira ever get killed, she had a luxury suite in hell waiting for her. But she wouldn't die – she was smarter than that. Not like Lucifer, that angelic loser who let the Winchester brothers lock him back up.

'No, Sam Winchester, you might have wooed my useless great-granddaughter and locked the devil back up, but you will not get me,' Keira thought with smug satisfaction. 'I'll rule this planet.'

"They got Danielle last night." William Irons said darkly, just waiting for the older lady to explode upon that news.

"If you had bagged June when you had the chance, none of this would have happened!" Keira hissed.

"I almost got her, alright? Then Winchester showed up and she let him bang her brains out, that ain't my fault!" Will hissed. He had had easy game with June nearly four years ago, in that hotel in San Francisco, when Sam had just gotten his soul back and she'd been all by her soul-damaged self. The plan had been for him to coax her into the family business… obviously, it hadn't worked out.

"Put it all on hold."

"What?" Will wasn't sure he'd heard Keira right.

"I said: Put the whole damn thing on hold. We wait. Let them think they're safe. Shake them off our trail. We can't afford losing any more."

Life had taught her one thing: Patience.

And that the sweetest thing was revenge, and it was a dish best served cold.