A/N: I'm back again with another Supernatural themed holiday story! This time it's Sam's turn. I wrote this as a fun little Halloween story prompt for my writing group with my friends. I hope you all enjoy it and Happy Halloween!
Sally Higgins loved Halloween. The creepy ghouls and goblins, buckets of candy, and even the crisp fall weather. There were many more things she loved about it, but her absolute favorite was carving pumpkins. Seeing those joyful or spooky faces glowing under a full moon gave her the ultimate feeling of joy.
So even when her roommates bailed on her to go to some stupid frat party, she stopped by a local farmstand, picked out the roundest pumpkin she could find, and brought it home with a smile on her face.
Once in her apartment, an Alexa playlist set the mood, along with a seasonal candle that scented the air with notes of apples and cinnamon. Sally layered newspaper on the small wooden table and rooted around in one of the kitchen drawers to withdraw their best carving knife.
After the pumpkin had a few moments to warm from the outside chill—cold pumpkin guts were the worst—Sally brandished the knife and eyed where she wanted to cut first. A good-sized hole cut at an angle, as not to lose the top inside, was key.
When Sally inserted the knife through the dense rind, a sharp pain prickled the back of her head. But as quickly as it started, it stopped.
It must have been that venti latte I just had. I really need to lay off the caffeine and drink some water...
Ignoring the pain that was already gone, Sally began to cut once more—quick, efficient movements with the blade.
The searing pain in her skull returned with blinding efficacy. But this time, even when she stopped cutting, the agony continued. Sally dropped to her knees, crying out and holding her head. Warmth dripped down her forehead and into her eyes.
Suddenly, a new torture began, tearing into the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose. Her screams drowned out "The Monster Mash," until there was just silence.
From where Sally lay on the floor, her eyes now black holes, it looked as if she were smiling.
The dark Impala rolled to a stop outside the Red Raven Motel. Sam and Dean Winchester exited, the younger of the two pulling off his suit jacket. This morning had started out with a frost but was quickly warmed by the mid-day sun. Not a surprise from a typical autumn day. This one was all blue and no clouds, which illuminated the changing trees and made their bright colors pop.
Sam tossed his coat into the back seat and retrieved his duffle from the open trunk, where Dean had already gotten his own bag. The older brother walked to their motel door and turned the key. The threshold released a smell they knew all too well—stale cigarettes and old, musty carpet—neither of which could be lessened by regular household cleaners.
"Home sweet home," Dean muttered, tossing his bag onto the closest bed.
Sam didn't waste any time, moving over to the small kitchenette to set up his laptop. As he did this, Dean picked up the cardboard advertisement on their bedside table.
"Sweet...adult channels," he said, and gave Sam a dumb grin.
Sam was used to this, playfully rolling his eyes as he took his spot behind the computer.
Dean loosened the tie on his Fed uniform and undid the top button of his dress shirt. He plopped down on the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. "Well that scene was royally fucked up."
That was putting it lightly. Sally Higgins had been turned into a human jack-o-lantern. Her roommates had found her on the kitchen floor, her face rivaling that of Batman's Joker. They didn't understand why anyone would want to hurt their friend.
What they weren't aware of, was the hex bag stuffed behind Sally's microwave.
Sam removed it from his pants' pocket and set it on the table. "So this seems awfully familiar."
"Yeah...someone trying to raise Samhain again?"
Sam shook his head. "Can't be. That could only happen once every 600 years. We've been doing this a long time, but not that long."
"So just a witch with a grudge?"
"Maybe," Sam replied, "but we can't ignore the fact that Halloween is tomorrow." Looking at his laptop screen, he mumbled, "I hate this damn holiday."
"What's not to like, Sammy? Candy, booze, and any slutty costume you can think of. Want a slutty policewoman? Slap on the handcuffs. What about a slutty cat? Show me that pus—"
"O-kay, Dean! I get it, but there's plenty not to like."
Dean moved the arm from his face and propped it behind his head to look across the room at Sam. "So you've told me—monsters and ghosts and all that."
"Yeah... 'all that,'" Sam said, not looking over.
There was silence between them for a few seconds. Sam should've known better than to assume that Dean was contemplating all the evils they'd fought over the years. That much was clear when Dean said out of the blue, "Or a slutty nurse. 'I'm a sick man. Nurse me back to health.'"
Sam scoffed. "You are sick, Dean."
But as he smiled, he felt it slip when he remembered that Jessica had dressed as a nurse during their last evening together. Even though her costume would've landed in the "slutty" category, she'd been the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Hailey Whitmore strolled along the leaf-strewn sidewalk, moonlight casting further shadows as she and her friends made their way back from the library to their sorority house. Bethany and Emma were up ahead, while Hailey hung back with Tina, the closest thing to a "sister" she had.
"I still can't believe what happened to that girl Sally," Tina said, frowning.
Hailey drew a deep breath. The cold air felt refreshing after spending so many hours in the stuffy library. "I know... I still wonder what really happened."
"Right? The police aren't saying much, which is sad considering how fast word gets out around here. People are scared—they should just tell us the truth."
"That probably wouldn't help us feel any less scared," Hailey said with a hint of a smile.
Bethany screamed up ahead and both girls jumped. The scream was followed by laughter, and they could see someone standing by the other two girls on the sidewalk.
"Ugh, it's Tyler," Tina said, rolling her eyes.
Tyler was Bethany's boyfriend—and a royal asshole. He was president of his fraternity, rich, and otherwise untouchable. And he knew it.
When Hailey and Tina caught up to the others, they looked to their left in shock.
Professor Stirling's house came into full view, his elm trees covered in what looked like Spanish moss, but this was upstate New York. No, this was toilet paper, made evident by the remaining roll in Tyler's hand.
"What the hell are you doing, Ty?" Tina asked.
"What does it look like, Ti?" he retorted. "Stirling sucks. After the D he gave me in psychology, he should be thankful I didn't do anything worse than this."
Bethany, ever quiet when it came to her boyfriend's shenanigans, said, "Come on, Ty. Let's go before someone catches us."
He tossed the roll between hands, backed up, and held up a finger. "Hold on, just let me finish this one."
He jogged into the yard, the girls all shuffling from foot to foot. Hailey began to walk away.
"I'm not going down for something I didn't do. I'll see you back at the house."
Before she could take another step, a strangled shout stopped her in place. Bethany gasped and called out, "Tyler!"
When Hailey turned around, her heart lodged in her throat. Tyler hung from the tree, his feet at least four feet off the ground. He thrashed in place, struggling to remove the toilet paper around his neck.
How in the hell...?
Emma and Bethany ran over to pull at his legs frantically, but to no avail.
It took Hailey a moment to figure out what to do. Finally, she reached into the side pocket of her purse, opened the knife her dad had given her, and started to climb the tree. When she made it to the branch just above Tyler, she reached down and began sawing at the toilet paper. What should have been soft and flimsy resembled leather.
"What the fuck?" she muttered, breathless.
Just when Tyler's body began to go limp, the knife cut through and he fell into a heap on the ground.
"So he was hanging from the tree?" Dean asked.
Hailey could hear the disbelief in Agent Hetfield's tone.
"Hanging from a strip of toilet paper," he added.
She sighed and glanced at the other agent—Ulrich—who had been mostly silent up until now but held most of her attention. He was tall, handsome, and had the most beautiful, caring eyes she'd ever seen.
Eventually, she nodded. "I know how it sounds."
Agent Ulrich spoke now and she was thankful to hear this soothing voice.
"It's okay. We believe you."
She screwed up her features. "You do? I mean...I barely believe myself." She sighed again. "But I know what I saw."
"And you were the one who saved him?" Sam asked.
When she hesitated, Dean said, "The other girl—Tina—told us you climbed up the tree and cut him down."
She shrugged. "Yeah. I did."
Sam smiled and Hailey felt her insides melt. "That was a brave thing to do."
"I didn't really think about it. It all just...happened so fast."
She glanced around the living room of her sorority house, which had always seemed quite large, and realized how small it felt in the presence of these two men.
What was in the water where these two grew up? she wondered, hoping she wasn't blushing.
This morning, they'd arrived at her place to question all the girls who had witnessed the incident. She was still in her tank top and pajama pants and had not yet consumed one drop of caffeine.
She would need so much coffee to get through this day.
"Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Tyler? When we spoke to him, he couldn't think of anyone," Dean said.
Hailey couldn't suppress her laugh. There was a lot to unpack in those statements. "I think his brain is still suffering some aftereffects. He probably thought you had asked him who didn't want to hurt him."
"Popular guy?" Sam asked sarcastically.
But Hailey was serious when she answered, "The most."
"Do you have any plans tonight?"
Hailey stared at him blankly, not sure where he was going with this.
Sam must've realized how forward his question was because he glanced at his lap and smirked. "It's Halloween. Do you have plans with your friends?"
When she understood that it wasn't a come-on, she relaxed, but only a little. "Yeah, every year there's a huge party at the campus field house. Everyone's invited."
"Well, just be careful tonight," Sam said, holding her gaze now.
A slight shiver of desire raised goosebumps on her bare arms. She attempted to rub them away and nodded, giving him a sweet smile.
"And if you think of anything else that might be important, just give us a call," Dean added, and handed her a business card. "We're staying at the Red Raven Motel."
After questioning multiple fraternity and sorority members, and several professors, Sam and Dean returned to their room.
"Well that was a waste of time. I don't think we're any closer to solving this than when we started," Sam said, collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs.
Dean sat in an armchair, kicked off his shoes, and gave Sam an incredulous look. "I don't know where you were today…"
"Oh, that's right. Talking to sorority girls is an ideal day for you," Sam quipped.
"Well, talking to them isn't exactly ideal."
Sam scoffed.
"But I know I wasn't the only one enjoying myself. I saw the way you looked at her…" Dean said with a grin.
"Who? Hailey?"
"Aha!" Dean exclaimed and pointed at his younger brother. "I knew it. She was practically undressing you with her eyes."
Sam shifted in his seat; his brows creased. "She was not." But the hint of a blush on his cheeks was unmistakable.
"Well, I think we should go to the party tonight. Both incidents have occurred on campus. If everyone goes to this thing, then we should be there too in case something goes down," Dean said.
"I agree."
"And Hailey will be there."
Sam rolled his eyes, but he still smiled, trying to ignore that dip in his low belly at the thought of seeing her again.
Hailey secured her white fishnet stockings and slipped on a pair of red stilettos. Glancing in the mirror, her short dress barely covered the straps of her garter belt.
God, she looked like a skank.
Never in a million years would she have worn this outfit, but Tina had picked it out, saying that Hailey needed to be more adventurous—and get laid once in a blue moon.
She applied one more coat of red lipstick and pinned on her white hat just as someone knocked on her bedroom door.
Hailey opened it and posed for Tina, who stood on the other side of the threshold.
"So what do you think?"
Tina's eyes lit up. "Paging, Nurse Hailey! You look positively fuckable."
Hailey put her face in her palms and groaned, laughing.
The two women arrived at the party along with their other sorority sisters. Heads turned and Hailey tried not to wilt under the weight of all the gawking. She made a point of squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath.
"Let's get a drink!" Tina said, and grabbed Hailey's hand to drag her over to the nearby refreshment tables.
As Tina poured them each a drink, Hailey looked around the room. A few of the surrounding guys offered smiles and winks. Unfortunately, their actions stirred nothing within her. She glanced past them, avoiding eye contact, until her attention stopped on the two suit-clad men standing off to one side. They were mid-discussion when the taller of the two happened to look in her direction.
Sam paused halfway through his sentence, his lips parted. Something flashed in his eyes, part-lust—that much was clear when his gaze raked over her from head to toe—but there was something else in his expression; almost like a sadness she couldn't explain. He excused himself and then was walking over to her.
Hailey willed herself to breathe normally.
"Agent Ulrich," she said, her mouth curving pleasantly.
"Uh, Sam. You can just call me Sam."
She bit her bottom lip and his eyes dropped to follow the movement.
"No costume for you, Sam?" she asked.
He glanced at his suit. "Believe it or not, this is not my usual attire."
She shrugged. "It looks good on you." And I bet it would look even better off of you…
Sam's grin faltered, almost as if he could read her mind. "And you look, uh…" He struggled for words.
"Like a ho," she stated before he could finish.
A laugh burst out of him. "No! I mean, what was going to say is that you look really pretty."
"Oh…" There went her breath again. She had a hard time meeting his eyes as she said, "Well, thank you," with a slight curtsy.
Sam laughed again. She loved his smile.
Suddenly, someone bumped into Hailey, causing her to run into Sam's chest. He braced her shoulders but didn't move her back.
"You okay?" he asked.
Before she could answer, the person behind her cleared their throat and said, "You really shouldn't wear heels if you can't manage them, sweetie."
Whirling around, Hailey scowled at her least favorite teacher.
"I'll be sure to remember that, Professor Berry."
The older woman looked Hailey up and down, but this was nothing like when Sam had looked at her. Her dark eyes were cold and calculating, per the usual. But that treatment was only reserved for the women. No, the men were another story.
Case in point, when Professor Berry walked past Sam, Hailey saw her pinch his backside and he jumped, his eyes wide.
After fixing a nice, long glare in the other woman's wake, Hailey's gaze softened on Sam. "You okay?" she asked in turn.
"Yeah…that was…interesting."
"That's Professor Berry. Loves the men, hates the ladies—sees us as competition."
Sam grimaced. "Yikes."
"Yeah. I mean, I'll give it to her, she's looks great for her age. Word on campus is that she's in her seventies! She must have a killer plastic surgeon."
Sam hesitated at this information and pulled out his cell phone. "Would you excuse me for a moment, Hailey?"
Dean wandered along the outside of the field house, keeping an eye on those who were coming and going from the party. He'd seen enough couples making out to feel a bit depressed. His phone began to ring, and he ripped it from his pocket.
"Hey, Sammy. Why aren't you in a closet somewhere, getting your temperature checked?"
Sam sighed, apparently choosing to ignore that comment. "We might have a contender."
"I'm listening."
"I need you to check into Professor Berry. Hailey said she's in her seventies, but man, I wouldn't put her over forty."
"I've heard of witches doing more for less. Okay, I'll head over to the library." Dean stopped mid-step. "I can't believe I just said that out loud. You know why I'm doing this, right, and not you?"
"I can guess."
"You owe me, Sammy."
"For the record, Dean, if I was going to do that with Hailey, it wouldn't be in a closet."
While Sam made his phone call, Hailey felt her own phone vibrate in her clutch. She unbuttoned the small bag and looked at the lit-up screen. The text message was from Tina.
SOS. Meet me in the locker room.
Hailey typed back: OMW
Frowning, she put away her phone and looked around for her friend, who was no longer by the refreshment tables. Sam was just ending his call, so she strode over to him, and said, "I'll be right back, Sam. I have to go and find Tina. Female emergency I guess."
"Sure. Let me know if you need anything."
Sam watched Hailey walk away. The skirt of her dress rode up with each stride, revealing the tops of her tights and baring her tan thighs. He swallowed hard and tore his vision from the arousing sight, feeling like a creep.
He scanned the crowd for Professor Berry but could no longer find her. He made a slow lap around the room and froze when his sight landed upon—not Berry—but Tina.
Moving over to the young woman, he got her attention and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be with Hailey?"
She stared at him like he had five heads. "I mean, we came together, but…"
"You texted her, like ten minutes ago. An emergency or something?"
Tina's eyebrows pinched in concern. "What?" She reached into her back pocket and came out empty-handed. "What the hell? Where's my phone?"
Sam didn't waste another second. He turned and headed in the same direction in which Hailey had left, removing his cell once more.
"Dean, meet me in the field house—women's locker room. And bring fuel."
Hailey entered the shadowy room, wondering why it was so silent. Partially opened lockers blocked her full view and she tilted her head to look past them. An uneasy feeling settled in her gut.
"Tina?" she called out.
A shrill jingle echoed from the locker next to her and she nearly leapt to the ceiling. Turning to look, she saw Tina's phone sitting on the metal shelf.
She only had one second to process that very bad sign before her body rose into the air and launched into the far set of lockers. Everything went dark for a moment, but when she regained her vision, she came face to face with a pair of black Louboutins.
The owner of the heels—Professor Berry—made a sound of disgust above her. "Whatever happened to modesty?" She wriggled her fingers. "Your bits are showing."
Hailey tried to adjust her dress but seized up as excruciating pain overtook her entire body. She cried out, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't move, but she was moving anyway—higher and higher until she was suspended and pressed against the lockers.
"What's…happening?" Hailey managed to ask in between grunts.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm killing you," Professor Berry said, as if she were talking about some mundane task.
"I don't…understand…"
"Beautiful, youthful, and a pain in my ass—you were an obvious choice, Miss Whitmore. Never in a million years did I think that someone would save Tyler Price."
Hailey remained perplexed, perhaps from the currents of agony that coursed through her veins.
Professor Berry sighed in exasperation. "It's an ancient spell called 'The Harvest of Youth.' Three sacrifices before the Harvest Moon ensures me another year of youthful beauty." She gestured to her face, as if to say, Case in point.
"Three…? But who else—?" Her realization came at the same time Sam ran into the locker room. "Sam, no!"
Professor Berry smiled as she flicked her other wrist and Sam flew into the wall opposite her. He writhed and whimpered in place.
"I saw this tall drink of water flirting with you and knew he had to be my third. I would've liked to use my charms to woo him, but this feels more…poetic." She tucked a small sachet into his pants' pocket and giggled before removing her hand. Now, she approached Hailey, another tiny bag in her grasp. She couldn't seem to figure out where to put it, finally giving up and tucking it into Hailey's exposed cleavage. "That'll work." She clapped her hands together. "Let's get started, shall we?"
Before Professor Berry could so much as open the ancient book in front of her, she paused and sniffed the air. Hailey could smell it too.
Gasoline.
"Nice try, pretty boy!" the professor said, and hurled a third figure into the wall next to Sam.
Hailey recognized the other man as Agent Hetfield.
When he hit the wall, two things happened: Something skittered across the tile floor, hitting Hailey in the leg. And that's when she realized she was no longer pinned—but sitting on the floor. It was as if the professor had used too much mojo trying to keep them all restrained.
She quickly reached out to grab the object that had hit her leg—a lighter.
Unfortunately, when she moved to stand, her high heel clicked against the tile. Professor Berry whirled a hand and Hailey was airborne again, landing on a center island of lockers.
The woman turned her attention back to the two men. "Nice try with the fuel. It's too bad you nitwits didn't account for the drains in the floor. Your escape plan has literally gone down the drain. It wouldn't have worked anyway…"
Hailey heard the words echo in her head, not even sure if she was still alive. She wiggled her toes—those still worked. Her fingers…
Somehow, the lighter was still tight within her grasp.
When Hailey opened her eyes, she saw it. Reaching up weakly, she flicked on the lighter and touched the flame to a sprinkler in the ceiling.
They all flinched as water sprayed down from all the sprinklers in the room.
Professor Berry laughed for a split second, but the sound morphed into a shriek as her skin began to bubble and slough off.
"What's happening?" she screamed, falling to her knees.
They all watched in shocked horror as she disintegrated into a pile of flesh, which then completely dissolved and disappeared down the drain.
After falling back to the floor, both men pushed up to stand, and Sam rushed over to help Hailey down from the lockers.
"I can't believe that worked…" she muttered.
"That makes two of us," Sam said with a hollow laugh.
"Good job, Dorothy," Dean joked, rubbing the back of his head. "How the hell did you know you could melt the bitch?"
"I didn't."
Dean's smile dropped a fraction. "Oh, well, good job anyway."
Sam touched Hailey's arm, where a rip in her sleeve was bleeding. "Are you all right?"
"Uh, no…" She didn't like the look of concern that crossed his face, so she added, "But I will be."
From behind them, Dean said, "I'll meet you at the car, Sammy."
The older brother sauntered away, leaving the two of them standing in the middle of the locker room.
"I guess all of those times I watched Wizard of Oz when I was growing up paid off," Hailey said, laughing.
He matched her amusement. "I'd say so."
"But I'm still confused about one part. How do you and Dean fit into all this?"
"Well, Dean is my brother, and we take care of these sorts of things. We're not really FBI."
She nodded. "That checks out."
He gave her a rueful smile. "Though, this time, we didn't really take care of anything. You did."
Instead of issuing a reply, Hailey's teeth rattled. That's when she realized her soaked white dress had turned almost see-through. It must have occurred to Sam in the same moment because he glanced down at her and shrugged off his suit coat. He slipped it over Hailey's shoulders, and she thanked him.
"You should go before the real authorities show up," she said, holding the coat closed, which wasn't difficult considering the sheer size of it compared to her small build.
"Good idea. Thanks."
And yet, he didn't move.
He blinked, causing water droplets to fall from his lashes. Hailey held his gaze until she couldn't resist any longer. She reached out a hand and grabbed his tie, pulling him close. She slid her other hand around his neck and urged his head down until their lips collided. Cold water dripped down their faces and mingled with their warm mouths. She sighed as her hands roamed over his massive frame, feeling rock-hard muscle underneath. He practically lifted her off the floor when he pulled her against him.
Somewhere nearby, a door closed, and it snapped them out of their sensual trance.
"You really should go," she urged.
Sam looked reluctant to leave, but eventually he did, letting go of her hand. He glanced back one more time, and she gave him a small wave before he disappeared into the surrounding shadows.
Sam took a swig of his beer and set it down heavily on the motel nightstand. This rerun of Friends wasn't holding his interest, especially when two of the characters kissed and all he could think about was Hailey.
He picked up the remote and snapped off the television. At that exact moment, there was a knock at the door. He glanced at the clock: 11:49 PM.
"Dean, did you forget your key again?" he called out as he crossed the room.
Upon opening it, he was surprised to see the subject of his daydreams, as if just his thoughts had caused her to materialize.
"Hi, Sam," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Gone was her ruined nurse costume. She now wore a loose sweater, cargo jacket, and jeans. She held out her hand. "Here."
He looked down and saw his suit blazer.
"I'm sorry. I didn't have time to dry it."
Sam accepted it with a chuckle. "You came all this way to return my coat?"
She shrugged. "I figured you'd want it back."
"I'm surprised you're not still tied up with the police."
"Oh they had their fair share of questions, but I just told them that someone stole Tina's phone to play a prank on me. There wasn't any damage to the locker room. Though it might take a few days for it to completely dry out," she said, laughing. "I, uh, also wanted to thank you. If you hadn't shown up when you did, I'd probably be dead."
"I don't know, Hailey. You've proven to be quite capable. I certainly wouldn't mess with you."
She smiled and glanced down at her boots. When she raised her head, she peered past Sam's broad shoulder. "Where's Dean?"
"He's at the bar next door. Why? Did you want to thank him too?"
She bit the inside of her lip and locked eyes with Sam as she said, "Not exactly."
Sam held his breath and waited for her to make the first move, but he was ready to reach for her when she moved into the circle of his arms.
Their lips met in a frenzy, Sam tugging her into the room and shutting the door behind her. He pinned her body between his and the door, and she grasped at his flannel collar eagerly. Her tongue licked into his mouth, and he absorbed her small sounds of pleasure like a starving man. It was almost painful how badly he wanted her. He was sure she could feel the evidence of it, pressing against her stomach.
"Too much clothing," she panted against his mouth, and reached for the buttons of his shirt.
He helped her along, slipping off her coat and tugging the sweater over her head. He traced a finger along one cup of her bra and tipped his forehead to touch hers as he gazed at her.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Hailey's lashes fluttered and she stared up at him, her doe eyes clouded with desire. "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you."
Sam's nostrils flared, his breaths coming quicker now. He wet his lips and dipped his hand into her bra, using his opposite hand to unlatch the garment. He palmed the full weight of her breast, and she released the most delicious whimper. His cock twitched at that, and he knew he had to taste her again.
They moved away from the door, their kisses growing with urgency. Hailey fumbled to unbutton her jeans while Sam undid his belt, the clink of his buckle the only other sound besides their heavy breathing.
When their legs hit the side of his bed, Hailey fell backwards and Sam landed over her. He braced his hands on either side of her head, as not to crush her. She struggled to remove his pants as they kissed, so he helped her along. Then, parting for a few precious seconds, Sam stripped off her jeans, along with her underwear.
Standing up, he watched her face as he removed his boxer briefs. Her eyes traveled over him, and she whispered in awe, "How are you even real?"
Sam pushed out a breath and quirked a shy smile. He took that pause to retrieve a condom from his bag, ripping open the foil packet and rolling it on.
Hailey moved backwards on the bed until Sam had covered her body with his own. Holding her gaze, he pushed into her. Her lips parted on a gasp, nails digging into his back, as he filled her completely.
Sam never wanted to leave this place inside her, inside her arms—so warm, so soft. Her scent enveloped him, flowers and musk and everything so feminine it made him ache.
"You're perfect," he said against her lips, and then thrust into her once more.
Hailey sobbed into his mouth, and he could feel her tighten around him as they moved together as one.
This was the little bit of perfect Sam could allow into his life. Being a hunter, he couldn't afford to have ties; people who could be put in danger just for loving him. He was sorry for all the hearts he broke, his own included. But he could have one night to pretend that all was right in the world and that he'd never have to leave this amazing woman.
And thankfully, the night was young.
Sometime around two in the morning, Dean stumbled down the sidewalk to their room. When his hand landed on the doorknob, he paused. A Do Not Disturb sign hung prominently from the knob, which was then punctuated by the muffled sound of a female moan. Eyebrows raised, he took the Impala keys from his pocket and smirked.
"Good for you, Sammy," he mumbled, unlocking the car to sleep off what was sure to be a hangover.
