"This is bullshit," you groan as you and Sam drive towards Isabel Brown's house.
Rose is a young woman whose sister, Rose, died. One of the deaths that have happened in this area. But that's not what is bothering you. What is bothering you are the facts that Dean ran off to see Lisa and Ben leaving you and Sam alone in a rental car. Goody-two-shoes Sammy didn't want to steal a car. And heroic, good-boyfriend Dean didn't want his ex to be sad. Apparently, she hasn't left her room in days and it's worrying Ben.
"What? That Dean still worries about them?" Sam says pulling into a driveway that you assume is Isabel's.
"No… yes." You say as he turns the car off.
He turns and faces you. His eyes are sparkling even though he had just recently remembered all the things he was put through in Hell. Sam's smile is contagious and you fight the smile creeping onto your lips. You notice how good he looks in his suit, even though you've seen him in this suit many times.
"Focus, Kate," he hands you a notepad from inside his dress coat pocket. "Write down everything she feels, or lies about. Get in her head."
"It's not like I really have a choice, Sam. It just happens."
You both get out of the car and you can tell he's backtracking in his mind to figure out if he had any vulgar thoughts in the past 24 hours. You laugh to yourself and lead him to the door. Sitting down with Isabel feels like you're sitting with one of your old friends, but without the whole judgmental factor. She even hands you both a photo album to look through. She seems really open about her sister. So far, she's been honest and genuine.
Sam stops at a photo and you read his thoughts to understand. There's a guy in one of the pictures that he identifies as the first victim. He worked with Rose at Salzman & Sons Factory. That's your next stop for the investigation.
You sit with Sam and interview around fifty people. A headache pounds in the middle of your forehead from using your abilities so much today. Suddenly, you hear a thought float through the head of the fifty-first interviewee that tips you off that he's guilty of something. Sam leans into him and asks why he's so nervous. Johnny, the nervous guilty man, chuckles and clears his throat then excuses himself.
You and Sam decide to stake out in the factory and see if anything sketchy happens. You both sit quietly waiting for Johnny to finish cleaning up his work station. You catch Sam staring at you and you throw him a questioning look.
"What?" he asks laughing a little.
You shake your head. "Dude, what the hell?"
"You know," he says still smiling. "I miss the flirtier you."
You roll your eyes. "Do you now?"
"Yeah, it was…" he shrugs and looks at Johnny. "Cute."
You bump your shoulder into his arm. "So, you think I'm cute?"
He licks his lips. "Yeah, you are."
Your heart starts to beat a little faster. Maybe it's because Dean hasn't been paying much attention to you or the fact that he's miles away in a different state taking care of his ex-girlfriend. A part of you wants to tear Sam's clothes off and forget the stupid case. After all, Dean said this case was just to get Sam's mind off Hell. Your body seems like a pretty good distraction.
Just then, Johnny yells out. There goes that idea. Both of you look to him and see that he's bleeding from the head. You rush out of hiding with Sam and grab Johnny. Sam drags him into the break area and makes a salt circle to keep the spirit out. Johnny looks scared shitless. Sam immediately takes charge of the situation and demands that Johnny fesses up to what he did.
You're barely listening to the confession because you are now distracted by every inch of Sam. How would it be to give him a blowjob? He's like three feet taller than you. Not really, but close. Sam glances at you with a concerned look, but looks back to Johnny who is now crying. You read his mind and realize he and a bunch of buddies accidentally killed Rose. Shocker.
You and Sam tell Johnny to stay put while you go burn Rose's remains. It seems a little harsh, but at least she'll be at rest. Sam is silent the whole way there, and you focus on yourself so you don't read his mind on accident. After burning the bones, Sam calls up Johnny and tells him he's fine to leave now. You both get back in the car and drive silently back to the motel.
Sam decides to take a shower, leaving you to your thoughts. You want Sam. And you're not sure if it's because you're pissed at Dean or whatever. But it doesn't matter. You're an adult. Dean's probably fucking Lisa right now anyway. The thought makes your throat tight. You grab your phone and dial his number. It rings and then goes straight to voicemail. He ignored your call…
"Fuck that," you say a loud even though Sam can't hear you from the shower.
You quickly take off your jacket and throw it on the chair. Sam is thinking dirty thoughts about you, and you can feel it turning you on. You decide to add a little fuel to the fire. Using projection, you give Sam thoughts of you going down on him and him pulling your hair. You slowly undress yourself completely and lay down on his bed. It's a little cold in the room, but you figure it's keeping your girls at attention.
The shower turns off. You hear him get out and grab a towel. The door knob turns. Your heart pounds. You watch in faux confidence as his eyes land on your body. His jaw drops, but quickly turns into a devilish smile. His hands let the towel fall of his lower body making him completely exposed to you. You take a deep breath in when you see his erection. Everything is giant on this man.
"Let's do this, Sam," you say patting the bed.
He marches towards you, and you quickly sit up on your knees. His hands reach around your neck and he leans down to kiss you. His tongue is immediately in your mouth. He tastes so pure and filled with passion. He's rough and gentle at the same time and it's blowing your mind. One of his hands slips down your shoulder, down your arm, to your waist. He pulls you up to your feet, not breaking the kiss. You're basically at his height now which makes you laugh into the kiss. He chuckles too, pulling away.
"Are you sure about this?" he says with a ragged breath.
You put your hands on his chest and smirk. You slowly go back down on your knees and grab his cock. He grunts and laughs from all the hormones going to his mind. You run your tongue around the head and slowly suck the tip. His hands run through your hair as he sighs at what you are doing to him. You pump his dick with one hand, moving back and forth as fast as you can. The other hand massages his balls. You enjoy how warm his body feels on yours.
"Kate," he moans your name as you deep throat him. "Ah! You-you need to stop."
You slide his dick from your mouth and pretend to frown up at him. He's either sweating or still wet from the shower, but either way it turns you on. It's probably been a while since he's gotten laid. If that's the case, you're both in the same boat.
"Why, Sammy?" you pump his cock once more. "Can't handle this?"
His eyes go from puppy dog to blood thirsty hellhound with your question, and it makes you wet. He pushes you back onto the bed and climbs on top of your shaking body. You're nervous, but so turned on. His lips go to your neck, sucking and licking viciously. He travels down past your collar bone to your nipples. He goes wild sucking and biting your sensitive mounds. You bite your lip trying to suppress a moan, but it escapes your lips. You feel him smile into your chest as he continues to ravish your body.
"Sam!" you gasp as he pushes a finger into your dripping cunt.
"I'm sorry," he says sarcastically. "Can't handle this?"
His finger slides in and out like a piston. He suddenly adds two more making your cuss. You hear him chuckle as he moves his body down yours. His tongue reaches out and slides down your slit. You're breathing like you just ran a marathon and he's barely started. He takes his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue. You instinctively grab his head and push it further into your cunt.
"Oh, Sam! Fuck!" You cry out as his teeth nibble on your clit. "Oh, oh!"
He sits up right as you feel an orgasm coming on. You grab him by the shoulders and shove him onto his back. He grunts as he hits the bed. You get on top and grab his hard cock. His eyes are like fire and his smirk makes you lean down and kiss it off of him. You slide his cock into you as you kiss him. He gasps and then sucks your tongue before letting you begin humping him. He grabs your waist and thrusts up into you.
You've never felt something this big inside of you, and you don't want to forget how it feels. As you slam yourself up and down on him, he meets each of your thrusts with his own. He suddenly grabs your legs and flips you onto your back. He pushes your legs up onto his shoulders and he continues to bang your cunt like a wild animal.
"Oh! Sam!" you scream. "Fuck me!"
He grunts as he picks up the pace even though you thought that would be impossible. You feel your orgasm coming back and you grab your breasts and pinch your nipples. Sam sees that and moves your hands away and grabs your nipples. He pulls hard, making you yelp. Your muscles contract as you orgasm and scream out his name. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you immediately feel him pull out. He pushes his cock in your face, and you open your mouth. Just as your lips wrap around him, he cums into your more than welcoming mouth.
He falls back on the bed and wraps his arms around you. You smile at him and kiss him. It feels so safe in his arms. He's like a giant guard dog, that can fuck a bitch like no other. You rest your head on his chest. His heart is hammering away and it makes you smile, but it also makes you miss Dean. Fuck.
The police scanner next to the bed crackles as a code comes over the system. Another murder. First name, Johnny. Well, shit.