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We're gonna stay at my apartment for the next couple of days, okay, kid?" I ask as my apartment building comes into view. I glance at the side mirror, grateful that Dean is keeping a little distance behind us. I turn the corner to enter the parking lot; I've always hated this turn, overgrown bushes making it nearly impossible to see anything on the other side. It's supposed to be a one-way road, but many of the residents ignored the unspoken rule.
I glance into the mirror again, seeing the Impala make the same turn, turning my gaze to Cordy for a moment, unsure how she'll feel about not going back to mom and dad's place. Before she can answer, the sharp blare of a car horn brings my attention forward. Another car is right for us, and I have to slam on my brakes to keep our vehicles from colliding.
"Shit!" The other car maneuvers around us, and the driver incoherently shouts at me as he passes. My heart is pounding in my chest as I pull into a parking space, my body works faster than my mind as I scramble out of the car and fling the back door open. My heart breaks at the sight before me. Cordy's clinging to the teddy bear Cas had given her, breathing heavily, tears streaming down her terror-stricken face.
"Hey, Cordy? Look at me," I say, reaching in to unbuckle her seatbelt. "You're okay. I'm okay. Nothing bad happened," Her eyes stay shut, and she grips the bear tighter, shaking her head. "Look at me, Cordy, please," I beg as I fight against my own tears. I should've been paying attention to the road. Her eyes open, bloodshot, and full of tears, her lips quivering as she chokes back a sob. "It's okay," I say as I run my hands through her hair, and she lets go, crying out for mom.
"Are you okay?" Sam's voice fills the air as I pull Cordy close to me, letting her head rest on my shoulder as she weeps. I glance up and can see all three men standing on the other side of the car. "Ella?" Sam asks as I slide into the back seat and pull Cordy into my arms, letting her cry into my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam crouch down to look into the back seat, unsure of what to do as I try to console Cordy. "Ella?"
I shake my head in response, not ready to speak to him; my sole focus is on calming Cordy, softly singing to her as I feel her body relax against mine. The shuffling of boots on the concrete tells me he's moved back to Dean and Cas, their muffled voices confirming it. Once Cordy's breathing has returned to normal, I exit the car swiftly, knowing the sooner I can get her up to my apartment, the better. Before I even realize it, Sam is at my side, gently grabbing my arm, turning my attention on him.
"Talk to me," he pleads.
"It's okay," I say, not sure who I'm trying to convince. "We're okay, right, Cordy?" Sam's eyebrows furrow as he takes in my appearance, I'm fighting a losing battle with my emotions, a breakdown eminent. Against my will, tears begin to stream down my face. I want to fall into his arms, but I can't, not now, I have to put Cordy's well-being above my own.
His hand comes up, and he gently caresses my cheek. "What's wrong?" he asks quietly.
I shake my head, turning my attention back on Cordy; she's frozen, terrified. I try lifting her out, but the cast on her leg makes it difficult. "Can Sam help you out?" I whisper, and she nods hesitantly. I move back towards Sam. "Will you get her out, please?"
"Of course," Sam leans down and gingerly lifts Cordy out of the back seat. She buries her head against him as he cradles her in his arms, still clinging to the bear. Sam stands there for a moment, not sure of where he's supposed to be going.
"Sam's gonna take you up to my apartment," I tell Cordy as I guide him towards the building. Without looking, I know Dean and Cas are only a few steps behind us. "Do you remember which one it is, Cordy?" She shakes her head against Sam's chest. "That's okay, it's number 219," I say, handing Sam my keys. "Can you help Sam if he forgets? You know how boys don't like to listen." I laugh weakly, and Cordy nuzzles her body further into Sam. "Cordy, look at me, please, kid." I wait for her head to lift away from Sam's chest, and I press a kiss to her forehead. "I love you so much." I look up, and Sam's eyes meet mine, nodding slightly.
As Sam enters the breezeway, I feel my legs give out from beneath me, but Dean is there to catch me and helps me to a bench a few feet away.
"Make sure she's okay," Dean turns to Cas, who looks at him confused. He makes his way towards us before Dean stops him. "Cordy, Cas." He rolls his eyes before crouching down so that he is at my eye level. "Ellie's fine, right?" Dean's eyes lock on mine, and I nod. "Tell Sam we'll be up in a few minutes," Dean says, directing Cas away from us, "and don't do anything stupid."
"Of course, Dean."
"Ellie, what happened?" Dean asks, emerald eyes studying my face.
"That c-car it-it was going the wrong way; I-I had to slam on the brakes, so I didn't hit them." I let the tears I'd been holding back fall freely. "Fuck! I'm such a fucking screw-up!"
"No, Ellie." Dean takes a seat on the bench next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "How were you supposed to know that something like that would happen?"
"I just looked away for a second," I sob. "If that car hadn't honked-"
"Shh, it's okay." His hand gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You said it yourself. She's okay. You're both okay." His voice is calm, and it grounds me. "Breathe. She's got one of the strongest people I've ever met with her, and Sam," he says, making me laugh. "There you go. Seriously, you think Sam's overprotective? You should see Cas. Dude can get crazy when someone threatens someone he cares about. I could tell you some stories about the things he's done for Sam and me."
I smile again. This Dean is so different from the one I met all those years ago. His entire demeanor is different; he looks so much more like John, years of pain, and stress etched in his face.
"Sam really never told you?" I ask, breaking the silence that had settled between us. "About me, the baby?"
"No." He clasps his hands together and looks down at them. "I should've put it together when I saw how you reacted to us back at Joe's. I figured at least part of the fight he had with dad was about you, but dad refused to talk about it and Sam. It really hurt me when Sam left, and I was pissed at him for a long time. When he started hunting again, we just kinda avoided the topic as much as we could."
"Why?" Dean scoffs; even after all these years, it still clearly upsets him.
"It was bad, Ellie. They fought constantly, got into each other's faces, a push here, or a shove there. Normally I could calm them down, play peacekeeper. But that night, they were throwing punches, and even after I stepped in, they were still going at it." Dean sighs, running his free hand through the scruff forming on his face.
"Sam and I went out to a bar, and when we got back in the morning, they started going at it again. They both said some fucked up shit to each other, and dad told Sam if he left, not to bother coming back. Sam just walked out the door and left me there." He takes a deep breath. "Dad and I figured he'd come back after a couple of months, but he went silent. I left him alone for a couple of years, but then dad went missing, and I needed Sam's help finding him. When I tracked him down, he was living with this girl, Jessica-" he pauses, realizing what he had just said.
A twinge of jealousy fills me, but I push it down. We'd been separated for the better part of two years; Sam had a right to move on.
"Anyway, I pulled him to work a case with me, no actual news on dad though, surprise, surprise. When we came back, Jessica-" He stops again at the mention of her name. A look of guilt washes over him, and I wonder what he has to feel guilty about. "When we finally caught up with dad, we got into this car accident; it almost did me in. Dad, stupid son of bitch, made a deal; my life for his."
When John stopped coming around, a part of me always hoped that it wasn't permanent, that maybe the sketchy way they lived hadn't finally caught up to them, but when I stopped receiving letters, I figured he must've died.
"I think dad was trying to mend everything, but Sammy couldn't let it go. Picked a fight with dad the day he died, and I know it still bothers him."
"The last thing John and Sam did was fight?" I know how that feels, my own guilt eating me up inside as well. "John always made it seem like he kept in contact with Sam. He talked about him constantly, giving me updates-"
"What?" Dean looks at me, confused. "He kept in contact with you?"
"Yeah," I sigh. "After I found out I was pregnant, my parents shipped me to live in South Dakota until the baby was born. John told me to call him if I ever needed anything, and he started sending me letters with cash in them, said he wanted to help out as much as he could. He said he knew some hunter nearby and had asked him to keep an eye on me." Dean's eyes go wide, and I can practically see him swallowing down his anger. "John visited me a few times while I was pregnant, he even-" I pause, not sure how Dean's going to react, "he met her. Came to see us right after she was born, took one look at Cordy, and fell in love." I smile, thinking back on the memory of John holding the small bundle in his arms. "He saw her four or five more times before we stopped hearing from him. Dad figured he was in jail or something because I was still getting envelopes full of cash, but they stopped about a year ago."
Dean's face grows crimson, and his jaw clenches. "Bastard." I watch with confusion as Dean furiously pushes off the bench and paces in front of me. He's mumbling under his breath, and I can't quite make out anything he's saying.
"Why would he keep in contact with me, and not tell you or Sam?" I ask as Dean slows his stride. "Why would he lie to everyone?"
"It was his fucked-up way of keeping everyone safe," Dean scoffs. "He must've figured if we didn't claim the baby as a Winchester, all the evil shit that we fight could never use her or you to their advantage." He throws his hands in the air, then runs them through his hair. He exhales deeply before turning his attention back to me. "Have you told Sam?"
I shake my head.
"Good." He sits back down next to me. "Don't tell him, not now, at least. Just wait until things are better."
"I don't understand."
"Sam's not exactly in a good place right now," Dean huffs. "Dad was probably doing what he thought was best, but he didn't always go about the best way of doing it. The fact that dad kept in contact with you, supported you, and even met Cordy, while lying to him," Dean shakes his head, "Sam won't be able to forgive that, and it will destroy him."
"I don't want to lie to him, Dean. There's been too much of that already."
"You're not lying. You're just... not telling him this. Please Ellie, don't say anything about dad." I nod reluctantly. "Thank you."
"Cordelia is sleeping," Cas appears from the breezeway and approaches Dean and me, "I have healed her arm and leg."
"Cas," Dean stands up, meeting Cas a few feet away. "You were supposed to wait."
"I should not have healed her injuries?" Cas seems confused by Dean's statement, "but you said-"
Dean gives me a tight-lipped smile before grabbing Cas by the arm and turning them both so that they are no longer facing me. Dean lowers his voice, and I can no longer hear what either of them is saying. Dean and Cas each look back at me at some point, before continuing the conversation. Annoyed that they refuse to talk to me while clearly talking about Cordy and me, I carefully get off the bench, and move closer to them. As I enter the space behind them, they are seemingly unaware that I'm behind them.
"We didn't discuss-" Dean says sternly.
"What exactly did you discuss?" I speak up, Dean and Cas turn around to face me, Dean lets out a nervous laugh.
"There's no reason that- Cordy's a Winchester, and she shouldn't have to be in casts for the few months."
"So, you decided to make that decision without talking to me first?" I can feel the heat pooling in my cheeks. "You don't think I deserve a say in whatever he did?" Cas' face remains indifferent, but Dean looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "My parents' funeral is in two days. How am I supposed to explain miraculously disappearing injuries?" Dean tries to stammer out an answer, and it only fuels my growing anger. "Better yet, how do you suggest I explain this to Cordy, Dean?"
"Eliza, if I may," Cas steps forward as Dean struggles to answer me. "Sam and Dean were only trying to help. As I said at the hospital, I can change Cordelia's memories, that is, if you'd like me to."
"I don't know," I mumble, moving back towards the bench, trying to calm myself as I pace.
Cas nods and stops Dean from joining me. Both men keep their distance as I argue with myself about what I should do. I glance up occasionally, catching the glimpses between them, seemingly having a silent conversation.
"Yeah, okay," I say, and Dean takes a couple of steps closer, Cas directly beside him. "She won't understand, fuck, I barely do."
"You're sure?" Dean asks, and I shrug my shoulders.
"I mean, you haven't really given me much of a choice at this point," I snap, scowling at both Dean and Cas.
"I will wait for you upstairs, Eliza." Cas walks back towards the entrance of my building, disappearing into the breezeway.
"Winchesters," I mumble underneath my breath. I want to scream at Dean; how could he have thought it would be okay to do something like that without talking to me first? He thought he was helping. I sigh, trying to let go of my anger. "You get why I'm pissed, right?"
"I'm not gonna apologize for asking Cas to heal Cordy, Ellie." Dean takes another step forward, the tension in his muscles ease as he sits down on the bench. "She's family. You both are."
"Dean, Cordy doesn't know about any of this," I huff. "I appreciate that you and Sam want to have us in your lives, but she's just a little girl. I don't even know when I'm gonna tell her everything, and unless she asks, I'm not gonna tell her about Sam." I can tell that Dean's preparing to argue, to try and talk me out of my decision for Sam's sake and add, "It's about what's best for Cordy. Not Sam."
Dean nods hesitantly, but his face is like an open book. I see everything he wants to say, in the tick of his jaw and the way his eyes narrow, but he doesn't say anything.
"What's the deal with you and Cas?" I ask, needing to find a way to distract myself from the anger still coursing through my veins before I go upstairs. "I'm definitely picking up on something."
"Deal?" Dean lets out an uncomfortable laugh and his face flushes. "There's no deal. We're buds. Why? He's family. He's like a brother."
"Yeah, well," my body relaxes as Dean becomes fidgety. "I've never seen you and Sam look at each other like how he looks at you."
Dean tries to stammer out a response, only to grow more flustered, and I can't contain the laughter that comes roaring out of my body. He looks up and opens his mouth to speak, only to join me in a burst of nervous laughter.
"I'm glad you find my love life amusing," he grumbles.
"You should just go for it," I wiggle my eyebrows at him. "Tell him to blink if he wants you," I tease. "Or maybe ask if it hurt when he fell from heaven, since, you know, angel."
"Ha, ha, funny." Dean rolls his eyes playfully. "You'd better get upstairs, Sammy's probably losing his shit, especially if Cas told him how pissed you were."
"Sam's probably gonna insist on staying here tonight," I point out as we walk towards the breezeway. "So, you will have that room all to yourselves." I flash him a wink, and he pulls me into a hug before I make my way up the stairs.
Sam and Cas are standing in my living room when I enter my apartment, and I head straight to my bedroom. I stand in the doorway of my room, peering in to see Cordy's sleeping figure, a sigh of relief leaving me. I can feel Sam's chest against my back as he wraps his arms around me, and Cas makes his way into my room.
"Just change the broken bones part, okay? Nothing else." Cas nods, placing two fingers on her forehead, a slight glow emitting from them.
"Ella," Sam turns me around to face him. "Cas can put in memories as well." There's a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, waiting to see how I react to his suggestion. "We could even-"
"No." I step backward, releasing myself from his arms. "That's not how we're going to do this."
"Cordelia will wake in the morning," Cas interrupts as he leaves my room. "She will remember the accident, but will believe that she was uninjured."
Sam thanks Cas, and he heads for my front door.
"Wait," I say, stopping him before he exits. "Thank you." I place a kiss on his cheek.
"All I was saying Ella, is that Cas could-" Sam argues before I've shut the door.
"I know what you wanted Cas to do. And if I find out you have told him to add anything in there without my knowledge, I will make good on my promise." I hate having to remind him of my threat to take Cordy and disappear, but I know it is the only way to get through to him.
"I know you want Cordy to know who you are, but honestly, Sam? You're reminding me of your dad in the worst possible way. He manipulated both of us. He thought he was doing what was best, but he went about it in an absolutely horrible fucked-up way. And look where we are now. Our daughter is in there, and she has no idea that we are her parents. I told you we are going to do this my way, or not at all."
"What if Corie doesn't want me as her dad?" he asks, sitting down on my couch. "She may not ever accept me into her life."
"Then that's Cordy's choice, Sam, but I can tell you, she'll never hate you. I've never seen her open up to anyone like the way she did with you today." I take a seat next to him. "She might be pissed, but when we tell her the whole story, she'll understand."
"You think she'll understand all of her grandparents working together to keep us apart?" Bitterness and anger taint his voice.
"I don't know." I pull his hand into mine, gently squeezing it as his eyes focus on my bedroom. "But there isn't anything we can do about that. You're here now, and if she wants to know your side of the story, you can tell her."
Sam smiles, hope washing over his face at the notion of getting to know Cordy as her father.
"How're you doing? I would've stayed with you, but I thought it would be better to stay with Corie."
"No, I'm glad you did. Dean helped calm me down, filled in some blanks."
"You don't need Dean to answer questions, Ella. I'll answer anything you want me to."
"Who's Jessica?" I ask brazenly. Sam's eyes go wide at my question, and his whole body stiffens. He looks away from me and fidgets with his hands. Whatever questions he was expecting, this clearly is not one of them.
He gapes in surprise, before letting out a heavy sigh. "Dean told you about Jessica?"
"He said that you two lived together." Sam hunches his shoulders, and I can see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "It's okay that you moved on, we weren't together anymore." As much as I wanted to, I couldn't be angry with him for starting a new life. "I'm sorry I brought it up. It's really none of my business."
"A friend introduced us," he murmurs before clearing his throat and looking at me. "She was- she was everything I needed. She was supportive and loving; she reminded me so much of you. Those first couple months I was at Stanford, I was barely functioning. I was constantly drinking, and she was the first one to get me to open up. One night, as I'm drinking myself into a freaking coma, I broke down and told her about you and the baby. It was almost therapeutic; she helped me. Ella, I hate how this'll sound, but she helped me move on from you.
"She told me that it was okay to think about you and the baby, even though I didn't think there was a baby anymore. Jess-" He stutters at the mention of her name, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose before continuing. "She understood that you would always hold a place within me, and she never challenged it. It tore me apart, y' know? I still loved you, but I started having feelings for her as well. She helped me get my life back together; she kinda kicked my ass." He smirks. "She was tough as shit, and I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with her. We were living together for about a year when Dean tracked me down. When Dean and I got back, something was off." Sam takes a shaky breath. "I had just settled on the bed and the demon killed her in front of me.
"Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry," I whisper, gently squeezing his hand.
"The worst part was, for weeks, I had dreams of her death, and when it happened... I just- I was going to ask her to marry me, started looking at rings, and I didn't ever get to tell her-" A constrained sob escapes his lips and my heart breaks for him.
"Sam, there was no way you could've known that was gonna happen." I push his hair away from his face revealing tear stains on his cheeks. "You couldn't have done anything to stop it. I know you, if you truly thought something was going to happen to her, you would've done everything you could to stop it. It's not your fault she died, Sam." I lean in, hesitantly pressing my lips against his. Our kisses are soft at first, using them to find comfort in each other. The longer we sit there, the more desperate we become.
Sam brings his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me into his lap, my knees falling to either side of his thighs, and he deepens the kiss. There's an eagerness coming from him now, and he bites my lip playfully. I groan as he kisses me harder, and wraps his arms around me. My hands glide up his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath his shirt as he tightens his grip around me. We break apart, panting, resting our foreheads against each other, and before I can speak, his lips are on mine again, taking my breath away. Sam's hands roam my body, one playfully tugging at the bottom of my shirt, while the other makes its way into my hair. I feel his tongue on my lips, and I open my mouth to let it in. I slightly roll hips, and I can feel the smirk playing on his lips. Sam moves his hand from my shirt onto my waist, encouraging me to grind harder against him.
An animalistic groan falls from his lips, I tug off my shirt, and throw it onto the ground. Sam's hands are immediately on me, pawing at my breasts, leaning forwards to place wet kisses on them as he makes his way back up to my neck. Sam rids me of my bra and takes a nipple into his mouth, and I can't help the gasping moan that leaves my lips. He pulls away moments later, just long enough for me to grip the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. I gently trace the outline of the tattoo that graces his chest, making a mental note to ask him about it later, before returning my mouth to his.
Sam brings a hand down and fiddles with the top button on my jeans, almost as if he's waiting for me to tell him to stop. He briefly breaks away from me, looking deep into my eyes, silently asking the question, and I nod. He encourages me to stand up as he hooks a finger in them and pulls them down. I step out of them, giggling as I almost trip over myself, and he guides me back onto his lap, returning his lips to mine. His hand grips my thigh, briefly kneading the flesh, before trailing upward, fingers ghosting over my covered slit. He rubs me through the cloth, sending a shudder of pleasure through my body.
He moves my panties to the side and dips one finger into my growing slick, slowly begins moving it back and forth through my folds. I grip his shoulders, fingers pressing into his skin, and whine his name.
"Been thinkin' 'bout this since I saw you at Joe's." He whispers, pushing his finger into my wet heat. "Wanted to take you right there. Make you scream my name." God, that mouth of his. Another finger teases at my entrance, making me squirm. Sam's deep chuckle as he slips it in causes me to clench around him. "Show everyone what a dirty girl you can be." He places open-mouthed kisses along my neck, growling as he bites into the tender flesh. "Their sweet, perfect little Eliza." He buries his fingers inside me, curling them to brush over that sweet spot, as he continues to rile me up with his words. "Just can't get enough, can you?' Sam begins to pump his fingers faster, and his eyes narrow as he watches my face contorting in pleasure. "Love watchin' you fall apart."
"Fuck," I moan, feeling the warmth building. "Sam, please."
"Please, what, Ella?" He slowly pulls his hand away, thumb rubbing circles around my clit. A whimper leaves me as his fingers enter at an agonizingly slow pace. I grip his shoulders tighter, trying to steady myself as he rips my panties off. He leans me back against the arm of the couch, slotting his legs between my thighs. Sam slides his hand around to cup the back of my neck, fingers pressing my head forward, forcing me to watch his fingers disappear to my weeping hole. "Look how good you're taking me, can't wait to get my cock in this tight little pussy."
"I need-" I whimper. Sam leans in, tongue teasing my nipple as he palms the other breast, slowly sucking it into his mouth before giving it a rough nip with his teeth. I yelp and feel him smile against my skin.
"What do you need, baby?"
"More."
Sam inches back, stretching out his body. He places his hands on the armrest, caging me between them as he hovers over me, and the corners of his mouth twitch as his eyes roam my flushed skin.
"I gotcha." He drops his head, and his lips and tongue leave a heated path as he moves down my body. When he reaches the juncture of my hip and thigh, he bites into the soft flesh. My body jerks, and a hand lands on the back of his head, fingers twisting into his hair. Sam growls low in his chest, and I feel the vibrations race across my skin.
Calloused fingers grasp my hips, and he tugs at my body, wedging his shoulders between my thighs and maneuvering my legs over his shoulders. When his nose nudges at my clit, my fingers fist in his hair, and I tug. Sam hums in response, and I buck my hips.
His thumb brushes over my sensitive bundle of nerves as he slips two fingers back inside me. I shudder at the sensation, warmth spreading through my body as the heat builds in my core. He repeats the action, fingers moving agonizingly slow as he licks along my folds. I squirm as he continues to tease me, building me closer to an orgasm. "More," I whine. "Please, Sam, I need more."
"Gotta be quiet, Ella," he brings his mouth to my ear, biting it gently. A deliciously evil smile forming on his lips, he would do this when we were teens; sneak into my room, and I'd have to keep my face buried in a pillow to conceal my screams while he'd fuck me relentlessly. "If you can't be quiet, I'll have to go," Sam taunts, whispering in my ear. "I'd hate to leave before I can get my cock in you and fill you up. You want that, don't you, Ella? Want me to stretch out your tight little pussy and fill you with my cum?"
I'm lost in pleasure, his fingers curling and scissoring inside me, pumping faster with each thrust. His other hand grips a handful of my hair, yanking my head back and pulling my attention to his face. "I need to know, Ella. Can you be quiet?" The deep rasp of his voice and the lust-filled glare he gives me, has me clenching around his fingers. I nod, biting my lip.
He roughly tugs my hair, sending a pleasurable jolt of pain through me. "Use your words."
"Y- yes. I- I'll be quiet."
"Good girl." I gasp as the heel of his palm brushes against my clit. "So fucking tight."
"Fuck, Sam, don't stop," I whisper, rocking my hips back and forth, desperate for more friction. "I'm gonna-"
"That's it," he lowers his face next to mine, "fuck yourself on my fingers. Get that pussy nice and soaked for me."
My toes begin to curl, and his fingers move faster and deeper in me as he whispers filthy words of encouragement in my ear. "Oh fuck Sam, right there," I whimper, warmth pooling in my belly. Sam releases my hair and removes his fingers. I groan at the loss as he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean. Jesus Fucking Christ.
He smirks before returning them to my soaking folds. This time he adds a third finger and sets a devastating pace. I press my lips together, trying to hold back the moan building in my throat. It's been too long since I've been touched like this. I can feel the coil tightening, pleasure coursing through my veins, as he pulls me closer to him.
"Come on, baby," he whispers, bringing his thumb back to my bundle of nerves, rubbing it as I feel the coil snapping. "Cum." It's all I need to send my orgasm crashing through me. I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from screaming. I let out a long breath, opening my eyes to meet Sam's, smiling as I press my forehead against his. "Fuck, Ella. Do you know what you do to me?"
"I have an idea," I smile, looking down at the bulge straining against his jeans. "You're wearing too much," I giggle, working my hands down his body. He moans as I palm him through his jeans, reaching into them and giving him a playful tug. I move off the couch, allowing him to stretch out his long legs.
Nudging between his knees, I lean down and pop the button on his jeans. Sam grunts when my fingers brush against him as I slowly drag the zipper down. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull them down past his thighs, along with his boxers. I take his cock in my hands, pumping it a few times before lowering my mouth and placing a kiss on its swollen head. Fingers slide into my hair, his palm pressed against my cheek as I slowly take him in. When Sam moans, I look up through my lashes to see him transfixed on me, the greens and blues almost non-existent through his lust-blown pupils.
"Oh, fuck, Ella," I'd forgotten just how big he is, and I hollow my cheeks to take him as deep as I can. Sam's hand moves to the back of my head, and he encourages me to move faster. "Such a good girl, takin' me so deep." I release him with a pop and smile at his praise. I step back, sliding his jeans and boxers completely off, then place my hands on his thighs to keep myself balanced as I take him in my mouth again. Sam moans and whispers praises as I feel him twitch in my mouth. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum, and I'd rather it be in that pretty little pussy of yours." Grasping a handful of hair, he pulls me off of him, bringing my face to his and kissing me hard. "Gotta be inside you," he moans, "c' mere."
His rough fingers dent into the flesh at my hips, manhandling me until I'm straddling his lap. I hover over him, slowly pumping him as I tease him, guiding him into my aching pussy. Placing his blunt tip at my entrance, I sink down slowly, feeling a pleasurable burn as I stretch to accommodate him.
"Fuck." Sam whimpers as I slowly rock back and forth. He's not the only one who can tease.
"I missed your cock, filling me up, stretching me out." Sam groans as the words leave me. "Love how deep I can feel you." My hands rest on his chest, and I grip at his pecs, nails digging into his flesh with each thrust of his hips. "Don't ever wanna stop riding you," I lean my weight into him to hold him in place, slowly rolling my hips as Sam's hands grip my waist. I leave a trail of kisses from his chest to his neck, where I suck hard enough to leave a bruise just above his collarbone, all the while keeping my slow pace, driving him crazy.
"For every mark, you leave, I'm gonna leave two," Sam whispers in my ear. I giggle, my mouth moving back down his chest, leaving kisses in my wake. "Make sure everyone knows who you belong to." His hands slide from my waist to my ass, encouraging me to move faster. "You're so tight, Ella," Sam moans, guiding my movements, lifting me before tugging me back down until I'm fully seated. I can feel my orgasm building, and I reach down to slowly rub circles around my bundle of nerves. When Sam catches sight of me, he grips my wrist and pulls my hand away, a cry of frustration leaving me before he replaces it with his own.
"I decide when you cum, baby," Sam brushes his thumb over my clit, increasing the pressure with each pass. "Do you wanna cum, Ella?" Sam slows the movement of his hips, making me mewl in frustration. "Tell me how bad you want it."
"Sam, please, I'm so close," I whine. He pulls me to him, holding me against his chest as he picks up the pace, burying himself deep as I meet each thrust. My walls begin to tighten around him, and he claims my mouth with his, pushing me over the edge and working me through my orgasm.
"Love those pretty little sounds you make when you're taking my cock." He pushes my hair away from my face as I come down. "Could listen to 'em all day." I smile lazily, resting my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath. "C'mon Ella; I'm nowhere near done with you."
Sam flips us over and drags his cock through my folds, slow and deliberate as he teases me. He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting at the sensitive nub until I'm writhing beneath him. He leaves a trail of love bites and bruises across my flesh as he moves to give the other breast the same attention. This is his payback, teasing, edging me until I'm a whimpering, desperate mess.
"Sam," I whine. He wants me to beg; a smirk spreads across his face, waiting for me to say it. He keeps himself propped up with one hand while the other roams over my body. Sam pulls me up, and guides me to the edge of the couch, propping one of my legs on his shoulder as my other foot meets the floor. He's putting me on display, and I can feel his hot breath against my sex, his mouth ghosting over me. Sam's eyes meet mine as his mouth connects with my throbbing pussy, eating me out like a man starved.
"Fuck." Every thrust of his tongue makes me want to scream, Sam's hand splays on my stomach, holding me down as he hooks his arm around my leg, trapping himself between my thighs. It's a battle of wills as I try to clamp my thighs around him, hand cupping the back of his head, holding him in place as I grind against his face. His tongue teasingly circles my clit, making me squirm beneath him, the slight stubble on his cheeks scratching my inner thigh, making me arch off the cushions. He grips my legs tight, holding me in place as he brings me closer to the edge, pulling away just before I fall over. Sam stands up, long arms reaching around to cage me between them, he hovers above me and brings his face to mine, his lips covered in my slick. Sam's lips crash onto mine, taking my breath away as his tongue enters my mouth, and I can taste myself on his lips. "Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please."
"So desperate." Sam groans as my hand finds his cock, pumping it slowly. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He rasps as I try to guide him into my throbbing cunt. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slides in, stretching and filling me full. After a few agonizingly slow thrusts, he picks up the pace, hitting my sweet spot with each roll of his hips and edging me again before he pulls out and roughly flips me onto my hands and knees. A gasp leaves me as he swiftly pushes back in, long, hard strokes that make my eyes roll. A shuddering breath leaves me as he moves faster, and I tighten my grip on the arm to keep myself from collapsing.
"You like that?" He growls, grabbing me by the wrists, curling his body over mine. "Takin' my cock like a good fuckin' slut." His words go straight to my core, and I feel the heat pooling in my cheeks as I squeeze him tighter. "You like being fucked like a slut?" he asks breathlessly, his heated breath fanning my cheek. I whine as he slows his thrusts, grabs me by the hair, and pulls my head back. Placing a rough kiss on my lips, he demands, "Tell me, baby. Lemme hear you say it."
"I love being fucked like a slut," I whine as Sam loosens his grip on my hair, my head falling onto the arm of the couch.
"Who does this pussy belong to?"
"You," I mewl into the couch cushion.
"Louder, Ella," Sam growls, his large hands gripping tightly against my waist, it's the only thing grounding me, and I know that I'll have bruises in the morning. One of his hands slides around my throat, applying just enough pressure to cause me to toss my head back, and for a moment it's quiet between us, only the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing through the apartment. Sam's grip tightens around my throat, and each buck of his hips emphasizes a word. "Whose... pussy... is... this?"
"It's yours," is my stuttering response. "It's al- always been yours."
"Goddamn, Ella," he moans, placing wet kisses on my shoulders.
"Right there, don't stop," I beg him shamelessly. Sam grasps my hip, fingers pressing into my flesh as I raise my hips and push back to meet his next thrust, encouraging him to go deeper. "Sam, please. More." I can practically feel his whole body tensing, a low growl leaves his lips, fingers tightening around the handful of hair and tugging. "Fuck me harder. I wanna feel it for days." I say, putting my hand around his, squeezing tighter around my hips.
"You gonna cum, baby?" he whispers, thrusting faster and deeper, driving me crazy. "I can feel it. You're squeezing me so tight. You want me to fill you up?"
He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me, burying himself to the hilt, stilling. This man will be the death of me.
"Asked you a question, Ella." Sam yanks my head back, growling in my ear. "Maybe I need to fuck some manners into you. You want me to cum in this tight little pussy?" He releases my hip, his hand slides over my mound, fingers lightly brushing over my clit, making me whimper. "Say it, baby."
"Yes, Sam, please. I want you to cum in me." He yanks at my hair and pulls me up, bringing my back flush against his chest as he rubs faster as I grind into his lap. Bursts of white fill my vision as he rips another orgasm from me. His hand moves to cover my mouth to muffle my moans. His hips stutter, and with a final, almost violent thrust, Sam grunts, filling me with hot ropes of his cum.
We are both heavily panting as he plants gentle kisses across my shoulders and back, pulling his softening cock out of me. Sam turns me over, laying us on our sides, spooning me as he traces random patterns on my thigh. I turn around to face him, brushing his sweat matted hair away from his face, pressing soft kisses against his lips, making him smile. His lips move to my forehead, and he places a gentle kiss there, wrapping his arms around me. He holds me against him, and the steady beat of his heart lulls me to sleep.
The absence of Sam's warmth pulls me from my slumber, and when I open my eyes, he's exiting the bathroom, wearing only his boxers. Even though I'm half-asleep, I can't help myself from staring at his body. I don't move, looking over the sculpted muscles appreciatively as he pulls his jeans back on. A tense smile forms, and I notice him bringing his thumb to his left palm, pressing down on what looks to be a scar, relief washing over his face as he makes his way back towards me.
"You might have a stain or two on your couch," he chuckles as he takes a seat, grabbing my shirt off the floor and handing it to me.
"And whose fault is that, exactly?" I smirk, sitting up and pulling it over my head.
"Yours, of course." He argues playfully, "you kissed me first."
"Mature," I chuckle as I get up from the couch. "How long was I asleep?" The sun has set, but it's not quite dark out yet.
"An hour or so, I wasn't exactly looking at the clock earlier." Sam laughs. "I only got up a couple of minutes before you. I really haven't slept since the accident. Pretty sure it was driving Dean crazy."
"Me either. Have you checked on Cordy?" I ask as I slip on my discarded jeans to walk to my bedroom, without waiting for Sam to answer. I gently turn the handle and open the door just enough to catch sight of Cordy. She's curled up on her side; the bear still pressed tightly against her body. A deep inhale from Cordy makes me freeze for a moment, afraid that she might wake up. I hold my breath as she adjusts to her other side, and I slowly close the door.
I make my way into my small kitchen, reach into the fridge, and grab two bottles of water, placing one on the counter as Sam joins me. His cheeks are flushed, and there's a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he opens the bottle and takes a sip.
"What?"
"You got talkative."
I raise my eyebrow at the statement. "Are you complaining?"
"Fuck, no," he laughs, setting the bottle down. "It's just surprising, is all. Jesus, I mean, if you were like that before, I wouldn't have lasted five minutes."
"You barely lasted five minutes, anyways." I pat his bare chest, teasing as I walk past. "I mean, there were days where you'd go six, maybe seven-"
Sam pulls on my arm playfully, bringing me closer to him as he lands a swat on my ass, a yelp leaving me. "I'll show you five minutes," he growls, and leans forward, mouth brushing against my ear, his free hand moving lower down my body.
"Sam." I moan as he tries to make his way back into my pants. "Cordy's in there." I move my head towards my closed bedroom door. "If she wakes up... I think she's had a bad enough week as it is, we don't need to traumatize her further."
"I'm pretty sure that if that didn't wake her up, nothing will." He laughs, and I roll my eyes at him. "Fine," he sighs loudly. That's where she gets it from. I snicker as he looks at me curiously.
"I always wondered where Cordy got her flair for the dramatic, and you've just answered my question," I say, and his face lights up. "She inherited those puppy-dog looks as well, uses them for evil, of course." He shakes his head, hair falling in front of his face as he laughs. He runs a hand up into my hair as he pulls me into a deep kiss, stealing my breath away. My hands run back over his chest, and I trace the outline of his tattoo.
"Never pegged you as a tattoo guy," I lean back. "You were always one of those 'my body is a temple' people."
"It's- We got them out of necessity. Dean and me, they keep demons from possessing us."
"Why would a," I still struggle to get the word out, it's still almost unbelievable to me. "Demon, want to possess you?"
"Let's just say it's happened before." Sam looks embarrassed and uncomfortable as the words leave his mouth. "I'll tell you all about it one day."
"Do you wanna take a shower?" I ask, changing the subject. I know better than to push him about something like this; he'd tell me about it whenever he was ready. I move back towards my couch, plopping down, allowing myself to get comfortable. "You stink," I laugh, "I mean, that definitely didn't help."
"It helped a little, you know, stress relief?" He offers, taking a seat next to me, pulling me in for a chaste kiss. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. "I missed you, more than you know."
"Me too," I smile, looking up to meet his eyes as he holds me. "I thought I'd never see you again." Sam's hand rubs my arm as I lean against him, finding comfort in being back in his arms.
"I know. When this case came up, I couldn't believe it. What are the odds of something else being here? I didn't even think you still lived here anymore. I was sure that after everything, you'd have left."
"Yeah, I just-" I don't know if I can tell him that the only reason I never really left was on the false hope that he'd come back, to take Cordy and me away with him. I stand up, shaking the thought from my head and move towards the bathroom, turning the light on. "Seriously, Sam, you smell. You should take a shower."
"Would you like to join me?" he walks up behind me, hands around my waist, head on my shoulder. God, yes.
"As much as I would love to," I say, turning to face him, my hands landing on the back of his neck, "the last time we tried that, I ended up with a sprained ankle, and you pulled a muscle in your groin."
"That was before." Sam leans in, hands gripping tight around my waist, and places sweet kisses around my face before purring in my ear, "I'm much more experienced now."
I bite my lip as he lets his hands wander over my body and softly groan when pure utter filth starts leaving his mouth. He always took pride when he could make me blush, knowing it was going straight to my core.
"You're a pervert," I chuckle when he pulls away, a cheeky grin forming as he nods his head in agreement. He dips his head to meet my lips again, and I move my head away. Sam lets out a frustrated groan as his forehead lands on my shoulder. I roll my eyes. "Get in there and hurry up." I playfully swat his ass as he moves towards the bathroom. "I still need one too!"
"All the more reason for you to join me," he offers again.
"Yeah, because that would be really productive. I'm sure that nothing would happen if I joined you there. Go!"
He gives me his best puppy-dog eyes, and for a moment, I consider it, before gently pushing him away. I'd let myself get caught up in the moment with Sam, and there are still too many things that we need to address first. I shut the bathroom door behind him, and a flood of emotions fills my body.