Sara took a deep breath before opening the door. Freshly showered, thoroughly crushed, and wearing her smile like a mask.
"Hey." Sam said as she exited the bathroom. "How you feeling?"
"Hungover." She smiled at him genuinely. 'At least I have Sam.' She thought to herself, someone she didn't have to hide herself around. Someone she didn't screw everything up with.
"Go figure, I kinda thought the long line of shots and dancing on the bar were a dead giveaway."
"… Dancing on the bar?" She asked hesitantly as she thought back to her drunken escapades. "Oh my god. You let me dance on a bar?!"
"There wasn't much 'letting' you do anything." Dean countered amused. "You were pretty set on doing your own thing."
Sara blushed slightly. Wondering if maybe he was really talking about something else.
"Sorry." She mumbled as she munched on her breakfast.
"Really you were pretty entertaining." Sam told her with a mouthful of food. "I think you should let drunk Sara come play more often."
"I think that's the last of drunk Sara any of us will be seeing for a while."
"Well, we love sober Sara too, so whatever's fine with us."
"Thanks Sam."
"How's your breakfast?"
"Drunk me has good taste, but nothings really sitting right… I'm not sure how much I can actually eat."
"Well don't be in a hurry. I'm gonna get baby's oil changed and rotate out the tires before we get back on the road. Give her a good bath." Dean said with a smile.
"Okay, I think I'm just gonna try and go back to sleep for a little while."
"Okay. We'll wake you if you're not up by the time Dean's done."
"Thanks." She said as she stood from the table and took her water bottle with her over to the bed, where she curled up facing away from them and closed her eyes. Wishing she could turn back time… not to take back what she's done. But to taste him one more time.
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"No way! CCR is a classic, I mean come on? Bad Moon Rising is an iconic song." Sara argued vehemently.
"To each their own." Sam said clearly disagreeing.
"Ugh, Sam… Dean what are we going to do with him?"
"I've been asking myself that for years sweetheart."
"Well now that I'm around, CCR is making a comeback whether you like it or not." She said smiling at Sam over the back seat as she leaned forward. He rolled his eyes playfully before putting on his sunglasses and sinking down in his seat.
"So where exactly are we going now?"
"Well. There's a possible witch situation in Ohio. Figured we blow through, check it out."
"Witches? How do we do witches again?"
"Depends. Every situation is different. But we have some special witch killing bullets in the trunk, so that'll be our go to."
"Witch killing bullets?"
"Yup."
"Do I wanna know how you got ahold of those?"
"Not really." Sam cut in.
"Regardless. We have them, and they kick ass."
"I am not doubting that for a second." Sara chuckled.
"Witches are tricky, whatever you do don't be alone with one, they can cast a spell and if Sam or I don't know what's up then it makes saving your ass a lot more difficult."
"Oh? And how do you know I won't be the one saving your ass?" She challenged.
"We'll see sweetheart." Dean winked.
"How much longer till we're there?"
"A few hours, maybe 4 tops."
Sara sighed.
"What? Bored of our company?" Dean teased her.
"Never." She tried to answer casually, but it felt awkward when the word left her mouth. Dean and Sara shared a long moment of staring at each other before pulling away. "How do you guys pass the time when you're on the road so much?"
"Sleep." Sam mumbled.
"I'm usually driving, so I don't have a choice, only time I'm not driving is if I need a break to sleep it off." Dean answered.
"So you two probably get more sleep on the road then you do in the bunker?"
"Not really." Dean shook his head. "When you're on a hunt anything can happen and things can change in an instant. It may be a day or more before you have the chance to sleep again, so you just learn to sleep any chance you get. At the bunker we can sleep on a schedule like regular people. "
"Regular people." Sara chuckled. "Seems like I forgot what that life is like."
"You're adjusting pretty well, first solo kill in the books, you don't get car sick thank God, and you're a good time with a little tequila."
"Ughhhh… don't say that word or I'll vomit."
Dean laughed out loud as Sara cringed.
"Did you used to go out a lot?"
"Not a lot. We worked a lot, but when we had time off we took advantage of it. Anna was always looking for a place to dance. So we bar hopped, club hopped, whatever you wanna call it."
"I wish I could have met you under those circumstances, I bet you and Anna were quite the team." Dean smiled.
"Ohhh yeah. You woulda tried to pick Anna up, and it would have probably worked." Sara giggled at the thought.
"Or I might've picked you up?"
"Oh?" Sara blushed. "And what would have been your award winning pick up line Dean Winchester?"
"Oh I don't know. I woulda had to feel out the situation, it definitely would have been at the bar and not on the dance floor. Maybe offered to buy you a drink or maybe I would have played it cool like a tourist in town, asking you for information on the best local spots, tricking you into agreeing to take me."
"Smooooth."
"Would it have worked?"
"Maybe."
"Yeah well maybe next time we go out for a drink we'll do a test run." Dean winked.
Sara's smile was uncontainable, but at the same time her stomach rolled. Memories of last night filled her mind, just like they did Dean's. But then the sting of rejection reminded her that she could never have what she truly wanted.
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"Mrs. Barker can you tell me if your husband had any enemies?" Sam asked compassionately as Sara sat on the couch beside him. Dean had dropped them off to go to the city records department.
"No, Everyone liked Ivan. He was a comedian in the office, always brightening everyone's day."
"I know this may be a difficult question, and I mean it in only a professional manner, but is there any way that your husband could have been having an affair?"
Sara was momentarily shocked at the boldness of Sam's question, but as she looked back to Mrs. Barker she was then saddened. Her eyes already so full of pain, now held confusion as well.
"What?" She barely spoke. "You're asking if my husband was stepping out on me?"
"I'm sorry, it's just a question I have to ask to cover all our bases."
"No… NO." She became very upset very quickly. "My husband loved me, for seventeen years. We were high school sweethearts, and during all of those years there was never anyone else."
"Okay." Sam nodded politely. "Mrs. Barker here is my card, my partner and I will be staying in town for the next few days and you can contact us at this number for anything at all."
The widowed woman took the card and stood, walking Sam and Sara to the door.
"Yikes." Sara sighed once outside and walking down the sidewalk.
"Yeah. I never said it was an easy job."
"I mean do we really have to ask that? We don't have any reason to think he was cheating do we?"
"Not yet, but… it seems to be a popular problem. We always try to rule it out at the beginning, because if they ARE having an affair then that's typically where the case is going to be centered."
"People cheat that much?"
"More than you'd ever think."
"That's so sad…"
"Yes. It is."
"So where to now?"
"Meet Dean at the park up the road, he's got records."
"Oh." Sara nodded.
"Sara. Can I ask you something?" Sam said as he stopped walking for a minute, putting himself in front of her.
"Sure." She answered slowly.
"Really… what do you remember about last night?"
"Why?" Sara asked suddenly panicked. "Did Dean say something?"
"What?" Sam answered confused. "No… I mean. Do you remember our conversation at the bar at all?"
"Um… Vaguely."
"Sara, I'm not asking to be rude, or nosy, I'm asking because drunk Sara felt comfortable enough with me to talk to me about what was going on, and I want sober Sara to be able to do the same thing. Cause, I'm not judging, and I'm not going to say anything."
"… What did I say?"
"That you liked him." Sam smiled slightly.
"ummm.. Uh." Sara tried to breathe through her fear.
"So is that a yes?"
"… I'm so stupid." Sara whispered instantly pulling her eyes to the ground.
"Sara, why is that a bad thing? I think that's great."
"Yeah. Sure Sam, it would be great if I wasn't me. If I was someone that a person like Dean would want to be with."
"Are you kidding me?" Sam began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at? Sam! This isn't funny… I messed up."
"Messed up how?" Sam asked pulling back his laughter.
"I got drunk, and stupid, and was all over him and he turned me down. But at least he was nice enough to pretend not to remember it." Sara explained as her emotions began to try to push their way to the surface.
"Sara. I think maybe you should talk to him about it. I'm sure there's something you're not getting here." Sam encouraged knowing that Dean would never in a million years turn her away, he was crazy for her even if he would never admit it.
"No! Please. Sam please you can't say anything! It would ruin everything, and you guys are all I have!"
"Okay, Okay… calm down." Sam said as he pulled her into a hug. "I won't say a word. I promise."
"I'm sorry Sam." Sara sniffled.
"For what?"
"For being such a stupid girl about it… I'm not usually like this. I'm sorry."
"Sara, you have nothing to be sorry for." Sam told her as he pulled back to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you at all, I just. I want you to know you can talk to me about this if you want to, because you shouldn't have to keep this to yourself."
"Thank you Sam."
"For the record Sara, I don't think it's stupid, and I don't think you should just give up on this. Just, give it some time and see what happens."
"I'm not trying to get my heart broken here… I'm just trying to make myself fit in with your lives. And god forbid he was interested and it fell apart later? Then what? It's just a stupid idea."
"You can't make yourself not like him sweetheart. I don't think it works that way."
"I know… but I can pretend."
Sam released her and they began to walk towards the park, where they only sat for a minute or two before the impala turned the corner, and Dean pulled up in front of them. He immediately noticed the redness on the tip of Sara's nose and slightly puff around her eyes. He kept contemplating whether or not to approach it, but as Sara looked up at him and pushed on a smile his decision was made for him.
"Rough talk with the widow?" Dean asked as she slid into the backseat.
"Not really, she got a little emotional." Sam answered.
"So… find anything new?"
"Not that we didn't already know." Sara added.
"To the morgue then?"
"Yeah, check out the body, and see what the report from the ME says." Sam nodded. Dean hesitated looking between Sam and Sara, wondering what it was he was missing.
"Am I missing something?" He finally just asked.
"No?" Sam answered confused. Sara looked up to Dean nervously, and when he met her eyes she pulled them away.
"Hm. Okay." Dean surrendered slightly irritated that obviously Sam knew something he didn't. Something about Sara.
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Sara, Dean, and Sam walked through the doors of the morgue and Sara took a deep breath.
"You sure you're down for this?" Dean mumbled to her.
"Gotta get used to it at some point, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well then let's do this." She faked confidence as she nodded. Dean internally chuckled at her determination, but was also still stuck on whatever it was he was missing. What did she and Sam discuss?
"Excuse me." Sam spoke up as they met the ME through the other side of the double doors. "We're here to see Mr. Baker."
"And you are?" The elderly man replied as he lowered his glasses.
"I'm agent Rogers, this is my partner Agent Clint and our field trainee Ms. Plant." Sam replied holding out his badge. Dean and Sara followed suit.
"What does the FBI want with this case?"
"Had a similar case a few states over, just want to make sure there aren't any connections."
"You mean to tell me someone else vomited their own insides?" He asked skeptically.
"Something like that." Dean smiled.
"Well, he's in the slot, last one on the right. Help yourself." The ME said retreating to his office.
"Lovely." Sara mumbled. Dean slid an arm behind her and led them over to the last slot on the right where Sam opened the drawer and slid the body out. It was pale, cold, and expertly cleaned. The x shaped incisions across his body told them that the autopsy had already been completed. Sara took a deep breath in through her nose and released it slowly. Sam patted her on the back before reaching for the box of gloves that the three of them passed around and slipped on.
"Okay… so vic pukes up his own guts. Sara, open the report and see if the ME reported finding a small bag of any kind." Dean said as he and Sam pulled back the sheet a little further.
Sara turned and opened the manila folder, reading through it briefly.
"Okay… says here they removed the organs, intestines and stomach specifically, and placed them in the biohazard container. Nothing of foreign matter detected."
Sara looked up and all three sets of eyes fell on the blue bucket at the end of the table.
"Okay… I'm sorry. I can't." Sara said shaking her head and putting her hand over her mouth.
"Yeah. I'm out on this one… Sam?" Dean said looking up to Sam. Who rolled his eyes and opened the lid annoyed and hesitant.
The noises it made as he slid his hand into the bucket of organs made Sara begin to gag to herself. She moved towards the trash can in the corner and used one hand to pull her hair back. Sam continued to dig as Dean watched disgusted, until he caught a glimpse of Sara in the corner, he immediately removed his gloves and walked over to her. He moved to pull her hair back for her as she let her other hand drop and emptied the lunch they had recently eaten. Dean slowly rubbed her back and only stepped to the side to offer her a few Kleenex.
"Got it." Sam said holding up a hex bag covered in blood and other bodily fluids.
"Can we leave now?" Sara sighed.
"Yeah, c'mon sweetheart, we'll let Sam bag it up." Dean said as he escorted her outside.
"Thanks a lot!" Sam called out as the door began to close behind them.
Once outside by the car Dean pulled her a water bottle from the cooler and handed it to her as she leaned against the car.
"You good?"
"A little embarrassed." She admitted.
"Don't be." Dean shook it off.
"I can stick my hand into a living person's body, their chest, their stomach… other orifices I'd rather not admit I've had to, but something about them being dead, and…. Cold. I just can't do it."
"Well. We got the hex bag, hopefully that'll help us track the witch down."
"How so?"
"Well. We get the ingredients from inside the bag, track down local sellers, and from there we get the witch."
"Hex bags huh?"
"Yup."
"That sounds creepy as hell."
"Speaking as someone who has fallen prey to one, they're terrifying. Horribly painful."
"How do break the spell from a hex bag?"
"Destroy it."
"Guess it's a good thing you knew that."
"Actually that time we couldn't find it. A uh, a demon saved me on that one."
"When am I going to meet a demon?" Sara asked nervously. She had heard many stories and encounters from both he and Sam, she saw what a demon is capable of first hand at Anna's home, she felt one taunt her in her dreams, but she had yet to see one.
"Wishful thinking I'd say never, but realistically could be any day now. We seem to run into them quite often."
"Are they scary?"
"No." Dean chuckled. "They're annoying."
"Why do they want to kill me?
"Because they don't want you to end up with us."
"Why do they want to kill you?"
"Even the score maybe, stop us from screwing with their plans. Its been that way for years."
"They scare me… more than anything else we've faced so far."
"They shouldn't Sara, because they'll never touch you as long as Sam and I are around. Okay?"
"Yeah. I know." She said looking down.
"Thanks for uh, holding my hair and all." She blushed as Sam started to approach them.
"We ready?" Sam asked.
"Yup, lets get the hell out of here." Dean nodded as he walked around.
"You good Sara?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine."
"Ride up front, you're less likely to get sick again."
"Thanks Sam." She smiled as he held the door for her, patting her on the back briefly as she slid in.
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"Okay, Sara. When we go in… stay on my ass." Dean whispered as they picked the lock to the back door. They had spent the afternoon tracking the witch and now they finally had the chance to make their move under the cover of night.
"Got it." Sara nodded as she cocked her gun. Sam nodded and they split as they entered the home. Sam to the left, Dean to the right with Sara close behind. They could hear movement from the upper level of the old home. Sam agreed to cover as Dean and Sara moved up the steps on a time. Sara's blood pumped so loudly she could hear it in her ears.
Dean was vigilant, and overly cautious.
The light shining under the door of the last room on the left send a chill down his spine.
They moved forward, and Dean gently pushed Sara against the wall before the reached the door.
"Stay here." He mouthed to her. She nodded and Dean flanked the door on side, Sam on the other, on the count of three Dean kicked it in the door and the boys disappeared.
But to their shock it was empty.
Sara was the first to notice as the witch began to laugh from beside her.
"DEAN!" She screamed and tried to run but before she could blink something hit her in the face, but it was not hard, or solid. It was something else. She fell to her feet and scrambled away as the boys came into the hall, firing their guns, but the witch vanished before their eyes before a bullet could connect with her.
"Sara! Sara are you okay?" Sam asked as he leaned down and helped her off the ground.
"Yeah… yeah I'm good." She nodded frantically, still catching her breath.
"Did she touch you?" Dean asked.
"I-I don't think so."
"Let's check this place out… maybe we can find a way to follow her." Sam suggested. They entered the room once again. It was filled with dozens of lit candles, and a large wooden table in the center, spread amongst it were jars, all filled with various items, some recognizable… others not so much.
"What is this place?"
"Her craft room?" Dean joked, amusing only himself.
"How the hell do we find her now?"
"Well… she's going to have to come back for some of this stuff. It's way too valuable to leave all of this behind." Sam replied.
"Stake out?"
"Not tonight, she wouldn't be that stupid."
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Sara stepped out of the shower, drying herself off and then slipping on a tshirt and shorts. When she exited the bathroom and her eyes fell on Sam and Dean, and something about them looked different. Looked… enticing.
Both of them sitting at the table, long strong arms with a beer in hand. Tan, naturally, and a little sun kissed from days when they hang out in the parking lot and work on the impala. God… those legs. Long, jeans that hugged right where they should.
"Sara!" Sam said for the third time, as she stood there blankly staring at them, slightly chewing on her lip. She finally jumped and he could tell she was actually making eye contact now. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She shrugged him off as she walked over to the bed and put her things back in her bag. Her hands shook slightly as she could feel them both watching her. Could feel their eyes on her body. It tingled all the way across her skin.
She shivered at the thought of their hands…
Sam and Dean shared a confused look.
"Sure you're feeling okay?" Dean asked her.
"Yeah. I'm fine. What yall looking at?"
"Trying to identify some of the spells in this book." Sam said as he lifted it into the air.
"Any luck?"
"A little. Old languages, scattered thoughts, and weird ingredients. Don't exactly make it out to be much of manual for hunters."
"A spell book? Those things are real?"
"Yup."
"What kind of spells do witches cast?" Sara asked leaning over Sam's shoulder to look for herself.
But the way he smelled made her breathe in deeply and shut her eyes. Taking him in, like aroma therapy. Damn… did they always smell this good, she thought to herself. Sam was talking… but the words went in one ear and out the other as she very slowly leaned closer into him. Until their faces were almost side by side.
"…but that's only half of it." Sam continued. Sara shook her head and blinked as she refocused and pulled away. Dean watched her curiously. Sam however was too focused on the book to notice how close she actually was.
"Sara." Dean called, getting her attention. "The witch, she didn't touch you or anything did she?"
"No, at least I don't think so?"
"You don't feel funny at all?"
"No not really." She lied. Because the truth was she felt drawn to his lips… not even meeting his eyes as he spoke, just watching them part slowly and come together again.
"You sure?" He and Sam shared another look, confused by how distracted she seemed to be, and trying to figure out what the hell she was so focused on.
"I'm gonna go to bed." Sara said scratching her head as she tried to shake off her pull to the boys. Thinking maybe if she just slept it off, she'd feel better tomorrow. But as she laid down, she could still hear them breathing… still hear them shuffling, drinking from their bottles, and damn every second of it was pure torture. She had to restrain from touching herself just to feel the slightest bit of relief from the tension building in her body.
Finally the torture began to come to an end as they both went to bed. Sam climbed into the bed on the opposite side of Sara. She thought she'd finally be able to sleep… but now she could feel the heat off of his body. Could feel his muscles move when he did.
'Dammit what is wrong with me?!' She screamed inside of her head. She tossed and turned, and some how Sam managed to fall asleep beside her. She continued to reach for him, and pull back again. Continued to fight with herself not to touch him. She finally climbed out of the bed, and instead moved to Dean's in attempt to reset her body and trick it into falling asleep.
Once there she slowly climbed under the blanket and curled against his side. This wasn't uncommon for her, she usually awoke plastered against Dean in the mornings. His body heat keeping her warm. And Dean never protested. So she laid her head against her arm and in his sleep he turned to lay beside her. Even in the dark, she could make out the beauty of his features. She could feel the muscles down his arms. And before she even knew what happened her lips were against his.
Quickly she pulled away. Rolling out of the bed. She paced in the dark. Knowing if she stayed in this room with these men she was going to lose her mind.
So she made a hasty decision and wrote a small note, leaving it on the table on top of Sam's laptop where she knew it'd be seen, then she quietly put on her shoes, grabbed her gun, and slipped out. She walked straight into the motel office.
"Hi." She smiled to the woman at the counter. "I need another room next door to our current one."
"Same charge account?" She asked bored.
"Yes please."
As she stood the young girls shirt adjusted, revealing her cleavage, and for some reason Sara just couldn't pull her eyes away from it. The soft skin over her chest begged to be touched.
Sara blinked and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Somethings wrong." She mumbled to herself.
"What?" The girl asked.
"Nothing." She tried to smile. She quickly accepted the key card to the room next door to the boys and could not wait to just be alone. She almost ran to the room and locked all three locks behind her. She climbed onto the bed, shut her eyes, and finally felt a bit of peace.
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"Dean…" Sam shook him. "Dean."
"Huh, hmm.. what?" Dean asked looking around.
"Sara's gone." Sam said quickly, Dean shot up out of the bed quicker than even Sam expected. Frantically looking around, cocking his gun as he threw on his shoes.
"Where the hell is she!?"
"I don't know… I just woke up and she wasn't here, so I woke you up!"
"We gotta find her!" Dean said rushing to get his things off the table, the worst of the worst running through his head, but amidst his panic he found a note.
"Wait wait wait…" He said to Sam who was also moving around the room. "Look."
Sam rushed to his side and they both read the note.
"Dammit!" Dean growled as he threw his things down, then he left the room and marched to the room to his left, beating on the wooden door.
Sara woke with a shock, pounding at the door caused her to jump and pull her gun.
"SARA!" Dean yelled. She dropped the gun and quickly ran to the door, unlocking it with shaking hands. Once it was open Dean rushed inside, pushing her back gently.
"What the hell!" He yelled as he grabbed her and began checking her over for wounds. Sam moved in behind him and shut the door.
"Dean let me go!" Sara pulled back, feeling the urge to quite literally jump his bones. Fighting to restrain herself. His angry demeanor was more attractive than she expected it to be, his grip on her skin like fire.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He asked her angrily. "You scared the shit out of us!"
"I'm sorry." She whined. "I just… I needed to be alone."
"Sara. Look, I'm with Dean on this… you have got to be insane. I mean you left in the middle of the night without saying a word, and got a room with no protection. There's no salt lines, no devils traps, nothing to prevent a demon, THE demon from grabbing you without us having a clue where you even were!" Sam said full of frustration.
"I left a note." She said crossing her arms.
"A note?!" Dean scoffed. "Sara… I'm trying not to yell here, but you can never do anything this stupid ever again!"
"Okay. I'm sorry." She said looking down at the floor.
"Why'd you move rooms?" Sam asked.
"Umm… I just. I needed to be alone."
"Yeah I get that, but why? What's going on?"
Sara looked between Sam and Dean, full of panic. Unsure of what to say in response. She couldn't tell them… she was mortified enough at her situation. Let alone how mad they'd be if this had something to do with the witch.
"Sara…" Dean prodded.
"I… I."
"Spit it out!"
"I can't be around you two!" She finally said.
"What? Why?" Sam asked confused.
"… I can't tell you."
"Well you're going to have to." Dean said crossing his arms. Sara looked from him to Sam with desperation in her eyes.
"Dean. Calm down." Sam said stepping forward. "Look, Sara. No matter what this is. You can talk to us about it. You know we're here for you."
"… I think the witch cast a spell on me." She finally surrendered. Dean's eyes went wide as he shared a look with Sam.
"What kind of spell?" He demanded to know.
"I… um. I can't. Its… so embarrassing." Sara said burying her face in her hands as she sat down onto the bed.
"Sara, whatever it is, you can tell us." Dean said calmer as he knelt down in front of her. "Whatever it is… it isn't your fault if you're under a spell."
"Dean." She mumbled looking up at him. "You can't be that close to me."
"Why not?"
"Because it's taking every bit of restraint I have not to knock you to the ground and jump you."
"Jump me?" He asked confused. Sara sighed and buried her face again. Dean thought about what she meant and noticed her sweaty body, tense muscles, and then it hit him. "Ohhhh… sweetheart that's all women." He joked.
"Dean!" She shrieked pushing him away. "It's not just you! It's you, and Sam… and even the damn girl in the office! It is taking everything I have not to just grab people and rip their clothes off."
"Well." Sam coughed awkwardly as he processed the information. Suddenly her distraction from last night made sense. "We just gotta identify the spell, reverse it. We'll be okay." He reassured her.
"Yeah. We definitely need to identify this spell." Dean smirked.
"Dean. It's not funny." Sara began to become tearful.
"Oh no no no no… please don't cry." He begged as he reached up and held her. Instantly her tears stopped and other emotions took over. Sara couldn't resist and she wrapped her legs around him and her arms around the back of his neck.
"Dean…" She moaned slightly.
"Yeah. Right. Can't be that close." He remembered as he literally pried her arms off and pushed her away.
"I'm sorry." She said again, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"It's okay. You can't help it."
But really what he wanted to say was 'it's okay… I want it'.
"Okay, let's go back next door. This room isn't secure." Sam said leading them all back to their room. Sara instantly grabbed a towel.
"I'm gonna try a cold shower…"
"You could always try… well. You know." Dean shrugged.
"I'm not following?" She replied shaking her head.
"Well. You know… me time." He winked as he put it in quotations.
"DEAN!" Sam scalded as Sara blushed bright red.
"What?! It's a legitimate solution!" Dean argued.
"Yeah well… it's not enough." Sara admitted looking down.
"Oh… well. I mean. I cou-"
"DEAN!" Sam said smacking him in the back of the head. "She is literally incapable of turning you down right now."
"Okay… okay. Sorry. Just. Take a shower, I'll grab some coffee. Sam will get back to trying to crack the spell book, okay?"
"Yeah." Sara nodded as she quickly excused herself back to the bathroom.
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Sara sat on the bed, making sure she kept her distance from Sam and Dean as they worked to find the spell that turned her into such a horny ass sleeze. She had taken three cold showers and it was just barely two in the afternoon.
"So get this, there's a spell in here called 'Wandering Lust'… if I had to guess, unless you've had the urge to strip down women before now, then this is the spell. Looks like it makes every person that crosses your path incredibly sexually attractive, to the point that you cannot resist taking action" Sam spoke up.
"Wow… guess that means Sara has some serious restraint." Dean nodded appreciatively.
"It doesn't feel that way." She whined watching the way his body moved when he turned to face her. "Does it say how to get rid of it?!"
"Umm… looks like it just has to wear off. It's a temporary spell. Shouldn't last more than a few days."
"FEW DAYS?!" Sara shrieked. "Sam… I can't. Seriously. Being with the two of you is TORTURE."
"Well. You can't exactly be on your own. We could always go back to the bunker, at least there you could always lock yourself down in your room. You'd be able to avoid us."
"Yeah. Yeah…. Something." Sara sighed.
"Well then we'll go knock out the witch and get the hell out of here." Dean concluded.
"Can we do that now rather than later?"
"We're trying sweetheart, I promise. I know it's hard."
"I can't focus… I can't think about anything other than touching you. I can't think about walking, or eating, or sleeping…. I just want sex." She admitted out loud, her desperation making her speak bolder than before.
"Dean. No way she can handle hunting right now." Sam said putting his hand on the back of his neck.
"I know. But we can't leave her behind… there's no telling what could happen."
"So what? One goes one stays?"
"Against a witch that's already cast a spell on one of us? I don't like it."
"I don't either. But what else can we do?"
"I'll be fine." Sara interrupted.
"No way." Dean shook his head.
"Dean, seriously. You can't go alone, neither of you. It's too dangerous. Nothing came after me last night. Nothing has come after me in weeks. It's just a few hours."
"Sara you are too valuable to just leave to chance."
"Call Cas then."
"That's not a bad idea Dean." Sam agreed.
"Yeah… CAS!"
"Dean. There are pressing matters in heaven. Please be quick with your need." Cas noted as he appeared out of thin air.
"Cas… someone's gotta stay with Sara. A witch put a spell on her and we can't leave her alone, but she can't come with us."
"What kind of spell?"
"A lust spell." Dean chuckled.
"Well, I suppose if you are quick then I can stay with her until you are back."
"Thanks Cas, we really appreciate it." Sam said standing and putting on his jacket.
"Yeah, shouldn't be more than a few hours." Dean nodded.
"Okay… what should I do with her?" Cas asked hesitantly.
"Just. Watch her." Sam answered shortly.
"Yes. I can do that."
The boys left and then Sara was alone… looking the angel up and down as he stood there, watching her.
"Cas." Sara mumbled. "Could you stop looking at me that way."
"I'm afraid I don't understand in what way you are referring to?"
"… Maybe it's not you. Maybe it's just the spell." She said closing her eyes and rubbing her hands against them. She wanted so desperately to just be with someone. To touch someone. Quite frankly… to fuck someone.
"I am sensing some level of discomfort, would you like me to attempt to expel it?"
"You can do that?!" Sara asked jumping up off the bed and moving towards him.
"I can certainly try."
"Please… Castiel. Please."
Cas raised two fingers and touched them to her forehead. She closed her eyes and prayed the urge to grab him by the tie and pull him towards her would end. But instead it intensified, and she couldn't stop herself. Her movements were quick and her lips were against his before the angel knew how to react. He felt frozen, unsure of why she had suddenly began these actions. He attempted to stop her gently, but her strength surprised him, and he had to push with strength in return.
"Sara, please. I must ask that you do not do that again." He said as he pushed her off.
"I can't stop!" She whined as she moved back towards him, he was irresistible and she could not explain why, perhaps something about the grace in her body connecting with his. As she moved towards him again he reached up, touching her forehead with two fingers, except this time his intentions were to knock him out, and thankfully, they were successful.
Sara clabbered to the ground, finally peacefully asleep.
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"How long do you think it'll be until the spell wears off?" Dean asked as he drove down the road in the dark. Once back at the room, they loaded their belongings and Sara into the car and headed towards the bunker.
"Hopefully just a day or two…"
"What if it doesn't?"
"Well we saved the book. So worse comes to worse we can try and find a way to reverse it. But it's probably better for her if we let it work itself out. Especially with her grace."
"Yeah. I hope so too."
"How much longer do you think she'll be out?"
"Hopefully long enough to make it back to the bunker, I'm not sure she'd be able to hold back stuck in a car with us."
"It's a shame…" Sam shook his head.
"What's that?"
"Dean. Why do you even try to lie to me? Or yourself for that matter…"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Dean. Why don't you just tell her?"
"Oh shut up with this shit again… Sam. There's nothing there."
"I've seen you with a lot of women over the years, even Lisa. And I know when it is or isn't something. This is something. You should just tell her."
"Drop it Sam."
"No."
"Sam…" Dean sighed.
"No, I'm serious Dean. Why should you deny yourself a chance to be with someone like Sara? You and I both know that this could honestly work. It's not like it was with Lisa. She's exposed to the danger regardless of how you feel about her, and she will be for the rest of her life. She's getting better and stronger as it goes… it could work, if you'd just get out of your head."
"Whatever." Dean rolled his eyes, not wanting to acknowledge the truth in Sam's words. That deep down he feared if he ever confessed his love for her then it would immediately curse her into become a victim of circumstance, that she would leave him. Just like everyone else.
Or worse… he'd lose her.
"You might be surprised." Sam sighed as he settled into the seat.
Dean pretended like he didn't hear Sam's final words, but they were all he could think about for the rest of the too quiet ride home.
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Dean carried Sara to her room, laying her gently down on the bed and pulling off her shoes. He pulled the blanket up around her shoulders and stopped, because she began to stir.
Slowly her eyes opened, and they met his.
"Dean." She whispered.
"Go back to sleep sweetheart." He said moving to stand, putting distance between them, but she grabbed his hand. Knowing that this was probably her only chance to taste him again. She pulled him towards her and this time he didn't resist.
Her lips smashed against his in heat and passion that she had never felt before. A level of intimacy that she could only blame on the spell. His knee leaned into the mattress as he caved into the temptation and met her eagerness with his own. His hand danced from behind her neck down her back as she sat up to push herself closer to him.
Dean let himself have her, even if only for a minute. Because he truly and deeply wanted her.
And part of him wondered if somewhere deep down beneath the spell, she truly wanted him back.
Not because of the magic, or the liquor, but because Sara herself, wanted someone like him. The thought distracted him enough that he was able to pull away.
"Dean." She moaned. "Stay."
"Sweetheart, you know I can't… It's not right. It's the spell."
Sara leaned forward until her forehead touched his. Her eyes closed as her insides screamed at her for not tasting more of him. He kissed her cheek and stood, breaking away because he knew she couldn't. She laid back onto the bed, surrendering to his departure.
"Why is it never right…" She whispered so softly he wasn't sure he was supposed to hear it. So he closed the door behind him and moved down the hall to a room of his own.
Her words repeated in his head, and a curious thought haunted him until he fell asleep.
… Never right?
Did she remember?
If she did, then why did she lie?
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Sara spent the next three days only leaving her room when the boys were tucked away safely, they would drop food outside her door, bring her a cold beer when they could, slowly and surely her urge to take them anytime anywhere eased up, and she was able to even cross paths without acting.
Though they had not lost any sense of attraction in her eyes. She still watched them walk in a new light, watched the way their lips moved when they spoke.
She still craved their touch… especially Dean's. But she knew now more than ever that she couldn't act on such things again. She had taken advantage of him not only once, but twice now. And both times he rejected her. Both times he told her 'it wasn't right'… which in her mind only sounded like 'you're not right'.
As she padded her feet down the hall, she could hear the boys in the study, looking up a case and discussing the details.
"Hey." She smiled as she leaned against the wall, still keeping some distance.
"Hey, how ya feeling today?" Sam asked.
"Um. I'm good." She nodded.
"Good, cause we got another case on our hands." Dean smiled.
"Not witches again I hope."
"Better… Wendigo."
"Yikes." She said raising her eyebrows.
"Think you'll be feeling well enough to head out tomorrow?"
"Um, maybe…" Her thoughts spun around in her mind, she came into this room with intentions to make her stand. And suddenly her confidence was waivered as she looked them in the eye.
"What's up?" Sam asked noticing her change in posture.
"Look… I've been thinking over the last few days."
"Okay." Dean said as he shut the laptop, both boys giving her their full attention.
"It's time to make some changes."
