"Fuck, shit yeah Sam. Bounce baby."

Sam groaned in response, working her hips faster, getting spurred on even more as his grip on her hips tightened.

"Shit," Dean said through gritted teeth, swinging his palm down against her ass, causing her to moan louder and arch back into his hand, prompting him to do it over and over again.

Sam could have sobbed due to the pleasure she felt. It was overwhelming her, consuming her. Tears welled in her eyes as she continued working her hips on Deans , so close to release she could taste it.

Suddenly the world spinned and Sam found herself on her back with Dean over her, hands on either side of her head, hips pressed snuggly against hers, and not moving.

"Dean," She whined, arching her hips up, desperate for some kind of friction. He pulled back slightly, pulling out just enough that she could continue to thrust her hips up and fuck herself on only a few inches of his cock. They both starred down at where their bodies joined, memorized by the sight.

Having no choice, her head fell back and mouth opened as moans spilled from her lips. Dean's chuckle forced her to open her eyes and look at him.

He simple smirked down at her, pressing his lips barely against hers, before his hips began hammering into hers, driving his cock into her over and over again.

When they both found their release, Sam's nails dug into his shoulders, and Dean's teeth latched onto her shoulders, causing more sparks of pleasure dance across her already sensitive skin.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she welcomed the warmth of his body soaking into hers and felt her body loosen up and melt into the bed. She could probably fall asleep like this, so it was a good thing that he moved off of her. While she would have loved to stick around, she couldn't take that risk.

Opening her eyes, she could feel Dean staring her down, so she turned her head and looked at him.

"What?"

"You haven't checked in with Regal," He stated.

She immediately looked away, starring at the ceiling for the briefest of seconds before sitting up and rolling off the bed, going through the process of finding her cloths. He was still watching her and it was starting to annoy her.

"Dean," She warned, yanking on her pants.

"You got him and everyone else worrying," He said. "I don't understand why you cant pick up your phone and call one of them."

"It's my business Dean," She said, attempting to button and zip her jeans but found it a struggle since her hands were shaking so bad. Almost violently. She was growing frustrated and was about to give up, when two hands covered her own. She closed and slowly lowered her own her sides.

"It may be your business and certainly is your life to do whatever the hell you want to do with it," Dean said quietly, zipping and buttoning her jeans. "But as one of the people who coached you, I don't want to see my time, and all the info I taught you gone to waste."

She opened her eyes to find him with her belt in his hands, starring down at it. Finally he looked up at her, curls shadowing his still sweaty forehead, blue eyes still glazed over. "So call Regal," He said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her, causing her to stiffen up. "Or you're gonna get in trouble with your training and piss me off."

He finally stepped away, and Sam started breathing again. She hated just how much he affected her. How she had no control over it, and how he seemed to know about it, if his smirk wasn't evident enough.

Forcing herself to look away from him, she glanced down, and could have laughed out loud. Her belt was now on her. The sneaky bastard.

"When was the last time you slept?" He suddenly asked, causing her to look up,

"What?"

"Sleep. When was the last time you slept?"

"Right," Sam laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on her shoes. "Look, I'm glad that I was that good Dean, but I can't stick around for another go, no matter how much sleep you want me to get."

"I said sleep, not sex. If I wanted sex, I'd get it," He said flatly, and she knew they were back on track. He was gonna be an asshole and she could be a bitch. Everything would be back to normal. Everything would be like it should.

"I appreciate your 'concern', but I'm fine," She said, standing up, forcing herself to look at him before she left. "See you tomorrow before you go?"

"Whatever," he said, turning on his heel and walking to the bathroom.

She watched him go and stood for a few minutes in his room after the door closed, just taking a minute before she had to leave and go back to her own hotel room. By herself. Scared to death.

But honestly, she wasn't sure what was scary, the way she felt when she was alone, or how at home she felt when she was with Dean.

Not giving herself an opportunity to think much about it, she quickly left the room she had just spent the last hour and a half in and headed to the place she should be comfortable in. Her own hotel room.

She tried to consul herself, tell herself that it was perfectly fine that she couldn't get comfortable in her room, after all, not only was it a new room, but it was also a completely new hotel. A change that was needed. No. Essential. If she didn't have that, she new for sure that she wouldn't have been able to survive without going insane.

What had her life come to?

Here she was, sitting in a cheap hotel room that she paid a month for, and still cost more then what an apartment would for two months, depressed, sore, tired, despite all the sleep she got, and wanting nothing more than to curl up and fade away.

Pathetic.

That's what she had become.

She promised herself time after time that she wouldn't get into this same depressed cycle she always found herself in, and yet, here she was. Wasn't it funny how depression led too even more depression?

She also broke one of her most important rules. And that was to never let a man take advantage of her. Ever again.

She could have laughed at how much she screwed up that promise if she wasn't so disgusted in herself.

He violated her. Hurt her. Destroyed her. Damaged her.

And what had she done?

Got herself a new hotel room. A new hotel. Locked herself in and everyone else.

Bravo Sam. Fucking Bravo.

xXx

For once, their locker room was silent. To say it was odd was an understatement. It usually has some kind of noise, even if it was simply Dean humming a song, Seth playing a game on his phone, Roman talking to his wife. Something.

But today, something was off and all three men felt it. Well, at least two of them.

Dean and Roman kept exchanging glances, both unsure what was going on with the younger man in their group, but knowing something was up.

He hadn't really said a word unless directly spoken too and had a frown on his face pretty much all day. No matter how much Roman tried to get him to join conversation or how much Dean tried to piss him off enough to snap, it didn't work.

Something was up and neither man knew how to get it out of him.

When Seth got up to head to the bathroom, Dean leapt on the opportunity.

"Dude," he said, glancing at the direction Seth went before looking back at Roman.

"I know. What do you want me to do?"

"Shit if I know, you're better at this shit then I am."

"What am I suppose to do?" Roman repeated.

"Get him to talk or something. Find out what's wrong. I don't man, but make him stop pouting," Dean hissed, quickly shutting up when Seth came back out, frown still in place.

Roman growled under his breath, shooting Dean a dirty look before turning to look at Seth. "Hey man, have you heard from Sam?"

Dean dropped his vest in shock and starred Roman down, who pointedly ignored him, focusing on Seth who suddenly seemed interested.

"No," He said, dropping on the bench with a sigh. "She's starting to really worry me."

"Did you go to her room like I said?"

"Didn't answer. I went to the main desk and turns out she's not even in the hotel anymore. I just don't get it," Seth said, shooting up and pacing the room. "We were cool, I thought everything was fine between us now."

"I'm sorry man, that's rough," Roman said, glancing at Dean who was as interesting in the conversation as Roman was now.

Roman asked another question, but Dean had zoned out. New hotel? That was new to him. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much. It didn't interfere with him at all. They still got it on, whenever he wanted, whenever she wanted. But it was different now for some reason, knowing she wasn't where he thought she was.

"I just need to know if she's okay, then I'll leave her alone if that's what she wants," Seth was saying. "That's all-"

"I saw her the other day," Dean blurted out, shocked with himself as well.

"What?" Seth asked, head snapping towards him while Roman regarded him with a knowing look.

"I saw her the other day," Dean repeated. "In the uh, hotel gym."

"How did she look?" Seth asked, almost too eagerly.

Dean felt pangs of guilt at his gut. Here was one of his best friends, worried about someone he considered a sister, and Dean couldn't really tell him because he had been too busy trying to get off to notice anything about her other then her moans and just how damn tight she was.

"Sweaty as fuck and tired," Dean said shrugging. "Otherwise she looked fine."

Seth stared at him for a minute, before sagging in relief. "I just wish she would call me." He left the room shortly after that, and left Roman and Dean to stare each other done.

"Really man?" Dean asked, irritated.

"I could be asking you the same thing," Roman said back. "Hotel gym? Which one, the new one she moved to?"

"You want me to tell him she has time to fuck me but not call me?" Dean snapped. "How well do you think that'll go over?"

"Look, I'm not trying to bitch to you," Roman said after a minute. "Just think about what you're doing and about what will happen when Seth finds out and if you're okay with the consequences. And maybe try seeing if she'd okay in between all the fucking you guys do."

Roman left him after that too, leaving Dean with a heavy stomach and an oncoming headache that always seemed to be Sam related.

xXx

"We gotta stop doing it like this," Sam grunted, wincing at one particular hard thrust, causing her back to rub even more into the light switch.

"You complaining," Dean growled, squeezing her ass in his hands hard enough that she was forced to arch away, and further on his dick.

"Fuck no," She grasped, digging her nails into his shoulders in retaliation.

He moved them off the wall and onto the bed, immediately resuming his rough thrusts, and yet her back still hurt, he could see it with every hard thrust, her body sliding up the body a little and her wincing. Every time.

He grunted in acknowledgement, slowing his thrust down to a stop.

He flipped them both over and slapped her ass, making her arch up. "Ride me baby," He ordered, thrusting his hips up. She moaned low in her throat, but continued anyways, slowing bouncing up and down on his cock.

He allowed the slower pace. At least for now. He itched to speed up, to thrust up into her, drive them both to the end. But he waited.

She felt so good that he wanted to savor it, and that and she looked gorgeous riding his cock. Even if she was wearing her shirt. Despite his advances to get it off her.

"Faster," He ordered lowly.

Her eyes opened, and for just a second he caught sight of the exhaustion written on her face, but before he could comment on it, it was gone and she was moving, faster and faster, until Dean was right on the edge.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her towards him all while helping her move. Faster. Harder. Deeper. He couldn't get enough.

With a loud cry she came, trembling against his chest, her body squeezing him into his own orgasm.

"Fuck," he growled, dropping his head on her shoulder, and fell back, taking her with him. He just wasn't ready to leave her body. Surprisingly enough, she didn't move either, just rested against his chest.

By the time she moved, he had already come down and was in a state of mind to know immediately that something was off. Like always, not a word was said while she got dressed, and like he had been doing a lot more lately, Dean found himself watching her carefully.

She moved slow, careful as always, but this time, he couldn't help but notice the paleness to her complexion, the bags under her eyes he didn't see before. Maybe it was the guilt Roman put in him, or the worry he saw Seth had for her, he wasn't sure. But he felt oddly… concerned.

He didn't say a word. Not again.

"Seth asked about you," He said after a moment, watching as she froze.

"What did you tell him?" She asked after a minute.

"That you were fine," He said, standing and grabbing his boxers, tugging them on. "You wanna tell me why you didn't tell me you got a new hotel?"

"I didn't think it mattered."

He walked over to her and got into her personal space, much like last time, and he hated putting himself on the line to get hurt, but with her, he didn't have much of a choice, now did he?

He grabbed her cheeks between his hands, and she looked up at him with startled eyes, even full of fear. He knew that look. She looked trapped and like all she wanted to do was run. He couldn't help but wondered what she was running from.

"Call Seth," Dean muttered, leaning down and barely brushing his lips over hers. "I'm tired of hearing him whine."

He quickly let her go, leaving her standing there with a warm feeling in her chest that she wasn't familiar with, and her cheeks tingling. She quickly left after that, in more of hurry than ever before. She was too busy glancing over her shoulder, something she found herself doing a lot more lately, thinking maybe he would come after her. Later she would scold herself for that. Why the hell would be come after her?

But she was too busy to see a figure coming towards her.

When she looked forward again, she caught sight of familiar tattoos and a signature hair do before she was wrapped up in tight arms, squeezing her painfully.

Her whole body stiffened, but the person holding onto her didn't pay any mind, instead seemed to hold her even tighter, but maybe that was her, because her throat suddenly was tight.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Corey yelled, suddenly pulling back and gripping her forearms. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" He shook her slightly, and that was enough to yank herself away and back up, a hand coming up as if to prevent him from coming any closer.

"Sam?" he asked, immediately confused.

"Stay away from me Corey," She said, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Sammy?"

She moved quickly and brushed past him, dodging his hand that was trying to grab at her again and rushed into the elevator, slapping the button before he could jump on with her.

She leaned back and closed her eyes, feeling like nothing but a failure at this moment then she had any other time of her life. Corey, the only person that stuck by her no matter what, her flesh and blood, the person that pulled her back up the first time this happened, and she just pushed him away when all she wanted to do was be held by him and reassured it was okay.

But she couldn't even do that.

xXx

"I'm telling you man, she looked like absolute shit," Corey said, and Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was getting pretty damn sick of this. Every single conversation seemed to surround the one person he didn't want to hear shit about. His own mind was consumed by her enough as it was, he didn't need other people's help in that.

"Why didn't you follow her?"

"She ran before I could stop her, and honestly I was in such a shock I couldn't react."

"Drama queen," Dean muttered under his breath, earning the attention of all the other men in the room.

"What did you say?" Corey asked.

"Nothing man," Dean said, rolling his shoulders back and pushing to his feet, heading towards Roman's kitchen.

"I don't think it was nothing," Corey said, following Dean in the room, trailed by Seth and Roman. The latter being more concerned of a fight starting and anything in his house being broken.

"Look dude, I'm just tired of hearing about this shit," he snapped. "All I hear about is her, and it's stupid after a while. Obviously she doesn't care enough to tell you guys what's up, so why keep worrying about her?"

"She's family," Corey stated, as if that explained everything.

"You've been with Sam," Seth said, joining the conversation. "Did you actually look at her, or were you to busy being an asshole?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at the younger man and straightened up even more. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means where you too busy being a selfish asshole to see her as a person or just a fuck toy?"

"I don't need to explain shit to you man," Dean said shaking his head. "And you have no idea what me and Sam do."

"I know how much an asshole you are when it comes to women, and I know she could be puking her guts off but as long as you can get off, it's all good in your book."

Dean felt a quick stab at his heart. He wasn't going to lie, knowing someone he considered his brother and one of his best friends think so lowly of him hurt. He wouldn't admit it, but it hurt.

"You think that lowly of me, huh?" Dean said lowly, fingers twitching.

"Yeah, I do," Seth said, staring back at him unflinching.

Dean rolled his shoulders back and nodded once, before he left the kitchen and quickly left Roman's house, despite the Samoan man calling his name. He knew he was an asshole, he didn't need his brother calling him it too.

xXx

If it wasn't for nxt facility being open all night, Sam would never of rolled out of bed. Especially at 11. She liked her sleep, and now a days, well, sleep was the only thing that kept her going. Every time she woke up, she rewarded herself with the promise that she could go back to sleep after she got out of bed, and ate something. Went for a walk. Or in this case, worked out.

She was weak though, and the prospect of saying screw it seemed like the better choice that every second passed. She felt ashamed at how much she let herself go. Her normal 6 pack was a thing of the past, no longer defined like it used to be. Her arms lost the indentation it use to her, her thighs losing mass, not to mention how much smaller her ass got.

From going from working at 7 days a week, sometimes even 3 times a day, to not working out for a 2 weeks straight, well, it showed.

She sat down on the bench, resting her forearms on her thighs while her head hung low, pounding from the 15 minutes of cardio she barely could handle. Her normal 20lb dumbbells sat by her feet after being dropped after 12 reps, unable to do anymore.

This use to make her feel strong, powerful, sexy. Now she just felt like a disgrace.

"You're the most selfish person I know."

Her head lifted slowly, afraid she heard that right and that she recognized that voice.

A 6ft tall, 250 lb angry Samoan currently stood a foot away from her, looking so utterly angry she had to flinch away from his gaze.

"Do you have any idea how childish and immature you are being? If this is you trying to get people worried because you feel insecure, congratulations, it's worked."

Her anger quickly came to surface and she stood up slowly, the anger giving her just enough confidence that she wasn't going to complexly shy away from the man.

"You have no idea what is going on with me, so don't stand there and try to pretend like you do," she said, getting louder with every word.

"You're right, and quite frankly, I don't care. What I care about is the fact that neither does Seth or Corey and now their fighting with Dean, which is messing with my life."

She was surprised at that. They were fighting over this? What did they have to fight over?

"So get over yourself and tell them you're at least alive. Just because you're in a bad place doesn't mean everything else has to fucking be."

With that the large man walked off, leaving Sam standing there with her mouth open, mind racing, and filled with shock. Fighting? That didn't make any sense.

As Sam drove back to her new hotel, all she could think about what the larger man said. She didn't consider what she was doing was selfish. It was he business what she did, not their's so what effect did it have on them?

She couldn't pretend to understand, but she also couldn't pretend the sinking feeling of guilt and unease that started eating away at her.

When she finally did make it back into her own room, his words seemed to grow louder, along with the guilt. It wouldn't hurt to call someone. In fact, she might feel better.

With shaky fingers, she dialed the number, before putting up to her ear, eye's closed, stomach fluttering with nerves.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Sam? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm alright," She said, swallowing back the lump in her throat. "I'm okay," She repeated, almost trying to reassure herself.

"Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?"

"No, no. I just… I guess I was calling to check in."

…

"You want to tell me why you ran from me earlier? And where you've been?"

She didn't reply. Just closed gripped her phone tighter and closed her fingers around her wrist tightly, nails digging in.

"I have to go," She choked out.

"Wait!"

She dropped the phone on the ground, and dropped her head in her hands, and the tears just kept coming.

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