In the Zen Room

Hi, I am back, thought I'd better get busy with the next chapter, so here we go. By the way I hope you liked the last chapter because it was leading up to this one in a big way and it was a bitch to write, man I just Hate Dialogue sometimes. Any way here's the ZEN ROOM and thank you Padfootcc for your review.

P.s. this chapter is going to get fairly explicit very shortly so if you don't want to read about Vasha and Dean getting it on don't go past the second paragraph, or stop reading the story, or ignore this chapter, or skip the italic paragraphs, everything else will important to the rest of the story. Thank you. In case you were wondering, I don't have a beta either so any mistakes with punctuation and spelling and character development is my problem.

In the Zen Room Dean and Sam looked around in awe of the room. The room was white walled with Japanese artwork, several kimonos displayed, along with meditation sand, and stone box in one corner of the room and the corner across from it held a Buddha statue and a small prayer mat/pad. The room had a full view of the training center below, and the floor was covered with a tatami mat. In the center of the room was a decent tea table with beautifully woven red seat pads surrounding it.

Dean looked down at the training center and watched Vasha continue her lesson with Michael Shoremen. God she is beautiful. He thought as he remembered their three days together; those wonderful three days.

He remembered her dancing by herself in the nightclub, the music throbbing and the lights illuminating her gorgeous body. He thought as she beckoned him to come hither with her finger, and he did as fast as he could. The second he was next to her their bodies started falling into rhythm, moving and undulating together. They left twenty minutes later, making their way to her house. He could taste her in his mouth as he kissed her ferociously, crushing her lips with his, as they made their way up the steps to her front door. They stopped only long enough for her to punch in a security code, and the door to open. They immediately started to rip each others clothes off, first she pulled his jacket and then his shirt off, she started kissing and nibbling her way down his chest to his belt buckle, but then he stopped her and pulled her up and peeled her skimpy tube top off of her, loving that she didn't have a bra on. He started his own nibble and kissing trek down her breasts and her stomach, then he put his hands under her short skirt and hooked his fingers into her g-string and her moan as he grazed her clit, then pulled them off her. While Dean was playing with her body Vasha unbuckled Dean's belt and shoved his jeans down, then she tripped him and fell with him hard to floor. She ripped his underwear off him then moaned in pleasure as he used his fingers to open her up just a little. After another minute of that pleasure, she pulled his fingers away, brought them to her mouth, and sucked on them tasting her own flavor on them. She straddled him quite deftly and cried out as he penetrated her. She rode him hard and fast pining his arms to the floor, and biting his lips when he kissed her, she moaned even louder when he started biting and nibbling on her skin and nipples. She rode him hard and screamed when she reached her peak, while he grunted in reply and held her quivering body close to his as they rode the orgasms.

"I'm Dean." He said looking into her eyes.

"I'm Vasha." She said staring back at him.

Dean was brought out of his reverie when Sam whacked him on the shoulder.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed. "How the hell do you know this woman?" Sam continued crossing his arms and glaring at his brother.

"What? I was on a solo hunt, I wanted some company when I was done, and I got her, satisfied." Dean answered then whacked his brother back.

When Dean looked down again at the training center, he couldn't find Vasha.

"Right here boys." Vasha said as she walked into the room carrying a tea tray. "Michael should be right up so keep your mouth shut about us Dean or I will kick your ass into the next bloody millennium." She threatened while putting the tea tray down on the table and taking a seat Japanese style at the table.

Two minutes later Michael Shoremen walked thru the door into the Zen Room, he was tall with shaggy blonde hair that puffed up a bit after his shower. He was lean and muscular, wearing a tank top and black workout pants. He bowed to Vasha who was facing the door. She dipped her head in reply and invited them all to sit at the table.

"So what do you want Michael for?" Vasha asked the Winchesters, pouring tea into a cup and handing to Michael.

"We need to talk to him about his friend Jason Argon." Sam replied, while taking a cup of tea from Vasha.

"What about Jason?" Michael asked taking a sip from his cup.

"The night he died where was you?" Sam asked, and then took a sip from his teacup.

Michael looked at his sensei nervously in response to that question and took a deep drink from his cup.

Vasha looked at him sharply, examining him as if he was an insect.

"Answer the question Mr. Shoremen. Now." She demanded putting her cup down authoritatively.

"Yes, Sensei." Michael answered looking down not meeting her eyes.

"Jason and I we took Cari and Layla to the Shrevman house." He said keeping his head down.

"What? You went to a house I forbade any one and every one to enter!" she exclaimed jumping up.

Michael immediately rose and stood back, fear and submission in his stance.

Vasha stood and waited it seemed like forever to Sam and Dean

"Mr. Shoremen you will withdraw your entry in the tournament until further notice, and you will tell Robert that he will represent this school in said tournament." Vasha informed him " You are dismissed Mr. Shoremen."

"Hey, we aren't finished yet." Dean said quickly watching Michael head out the door.

"Yes you are, Dean because I know why you're here." Vasha said taking a deep breath and resuming her seat.

"How do you know that?" Sam asked.

"Because I know the spirit that is that house. Its my fault he's there." She replied, looking down at her knees. "Looks like I know your secret now Dean." She said looking up at Dean.

"What secret would that be?" Dean asked hesitantly he so did not want her to know what they did.

"You hunt spirits." She replied looking at Dean and Sam. "Looks like I'm going to have to tell you my secret now, however I'm not going to do that here.

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Okay Finished with this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Please read & Review, tell me what I'm doing wrong with the characters,punctuation and sentence structure if you don't mind. Criticize me please.