Harvelle Supernatural

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A/N: Sex scene


Chapter 36: I'm Something!

I was beyond furious. Angry to a point I couldn't speak. There was a promise between Bobby, the Winchesters and I on fighting Eve together. When I got the call that they found Eve's location, I've told them I'll be there soon. However, when I got to Bobby's there been no one. The person I found was a burned faced body in the basement. Castiel must have purified this person.

Not wanting to let it decay, I carried the body out and started burry the body. It was a tiring task yet, I got the body out of the way. Then I placed a marker so the others would find her. Afterwards I tried calling the guys. Only they were ignoring my calls. I knew they were alive from my ability…yet they ignored me.

So after taking a shower, I left a note a note saying "Don't bother contacting me if you're gonna ditch me. Buried the Body in the back. " Then made my way back to Columbus. Luckily Cheryl was out of town for work, so I ordered takeout and relaxed in my apartment. By midnight my cellphone was ringing like crazy. I knew it was from the Winchesters and Bobby, but I ignored them all to a point I removed the battery from the phone. Even put the angel warding sigil so Castiel won't come by.

It was early morning when there was pounding on the door. I groaned, discovering I was on the couch. On my stomach was an empty bottle of cinnamon whiskey. Groaning, I sat up and looked at my watch to see it was five in the morning. Not in a good mood, I went to the door and looked through the peep hole. There stood Sam.

Still pissed off, I just stood there watching him. Sam looked exhausted yet he banged on the door.

"C'mon Sky, I know you're in there." Sam said. "I won't leave until you open up."

I remained standing by the door.

"Skylar, open up!" Sam shouted.

Knowing he was going to cause a ruckus at this hour I opened the door and let him in. Sam barged in heading to the living room, while I locked the door. Then I entered the living room with my arms crossed.

"Look, I know you're mad." Sam started.

"Mad doesn't cut it," I ground out.

"We were in a rush and Castiel teleported us to Oregon." He tried to explain. "We managed to find Eve…she's dead now. Though we need your help on something?"

I scowled, "You come all this way to say that and then ask for my help?"

"I didn't mean it like that." He said.

"Then what? I asked you guys to wait for me or you could've send Cass to pick me up. I drove five hours only to find a burnt body. Buried it and drove five hours back. Oh and let's not forget the ignored calls. You think that's fair!" I shouted.

Sam didn't say anything.

"I'm something!" I shouted. "And I'm tired of being treated like nothing."

Sam remained quiet though kept his eyes on me.

"Athena told me something worse was coming. I spent a month how to control my ability and learned how to fight. I'm practically the best thing you guys got and all you do is toss me aside. As if you need me for little things than the big things!"

"Because I don't want to lose you!" Sam snapped.

"What?" I stopped.

"I don't want to lose you." He said after taking a deep breath. "Ever since I saw Arielle's death, all I could see was you. I don't want to feel that again."

"I'm not Arielle, Sam!" I shouted. "How many times do I have to tell you that?"

Arielle, my counterpart from a different universe. Sam witnessed her being shot by the angel Virgil and dying in his arms. The event devastated Sam that he rushed over here to make sure I was still alive. Ever since then I felt a slight distant, even though that started our relationship…there was still distant.

"What happen to us, Sam?" I asked.

Sam sighed, "I don't know."

"Don't lie to me. There is something else that's bothering ya." I seethed.

Sam took a deep breath, "I don't want to hurt you like I did before."

"Hurt me?" I asked confused.

"When I was soulless…I hurt you. I fear I'll hurt you again." He said.

"Sam…" I said.

Sam just stood there looking at me. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. Carefully I took his hand, "You're not going to hurt me unless you keep this up."

"Sky," Sam started.

"Sam…" I challenged.

There was tension between us. I don't know what type of tension, either it's from exhaustion, stress, of frustration. But there is enough to cut it with a knife.

"Fuck it," he growled.

Before I knew what happen, Sam wrapped his arms around me and slammed his lips against my own. The kiss wasn't soft nor were they demanded. But it was desperation. Not sure what to do, I went with it. I kissed him. Although Sam had something else on his mind, as I felt his tongue pushing against my lips and opened my mouth slightly. Feeling them opened, he pushed it into my mouth exploring it. My legs buckled, losing balance. Sam realized this, as he lifted me up and automatically my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to my bedroom and placed me on the bed.

Immediately we shed off our clothes till both of us were both naked. Sam hovered over me as he attacked my neck while his hands explored my body. I tried to repay the favor yet Sam grabbed hold of my hands and rested them on my side. He planted wet kisses down my chest, glancing up at me now and then. I throw my head back to the sensation wanting more. Suddenly his teeth clamped around my nipple causing another moan to escape. Afterwards he went softer sucking on them. I was breathless, so overwhelmed by his touches while his hands went down my body till his hand touches my center.

I gasped feeling his hand rubbed hard against my clit. Before I could even reached climax Sam removed his hand and leaned up straight. I stared at him in the eyes wonder why he had stopped till realizing this wasn't about pure sex or fucking, this was to relieve stress. He looked at me for permission, being on the pill I nodded opening my legs wider and nodded.

Sam wedged himself and with one deep thrust he was inside me. I gasped, feeling a slight sting before opening my eyes staring at Sam who was watching me very closely. I smiled slightly with a small nod. Taking note, he began to move, thrusting at a pace fast though at the same time strong. Each time he entered, my breathing became irregular, practically gasping for air.

Suddenly Sam stopped. Confused, as he pulled out of me placing his hands on my waist and gesturing to roll over. I obliged as I turned lying flat on my stomach while Sam shoved a pillow under me lifting me up. Not a second later he entered me from behind. I gasped, feeling how deeper he was grazing new areas from inside me. Sam leaned forward grabbing my hand and had my arms stretched out while entwining our fingers together. He began to move, plunging deeper while assaulting my neck with his lips and teeth.

Once more I cried out burring my face into the mattress unable to do anything. There was something that was different than the last two. This wasn't gentle nor was it demanding…it was something in between which I kind of like. As Sam continued to thrust himself into me and he slid a hand under us and rubbed my clit.

"Oh," I moaned.

"Skylar," Sam moaned in my ear, starting to become erratic.

"Sam," I cried, feeling a jolt of pleasure going up my spin and muscles clamped around him. Sam groaned, nibbling on my ear. So lost by him that I was caught off guard by my orgasm. Everything seemed too vanished, consumed in uttered bliss.

Sam continued to thrust into me a few times before coming as well. He collapsed on top, hardly moving. We panted in a heated mess unable to move. After a while, his weight started to crush me. A slight whimpered of protest escaped my lips. Catching on, Sam gingerly slid out then lay on his side. He leaned forward grabbing the quilt from the foot of the bed and rests it over us before spooning me.

I shuddered though hardly say anything. I was spent from overnight drinking and having sex. The sun was beginning to rise from the window seeping through the curtains but I didn't care. Sam pulled me closer placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"You are something. You are part of the team." He whispered in my ear. "But you are more important to me."

"Sam," I breathed.

"I mean it." He said.

I nodded as I sighed, leaning against him. We didn't say anymore from there. Exhaustion claimed us and sleeps for the past twenty-four hours got the better of us.

.o0o.

It was early afternoon did Sam and I fully woken up. We were both lying on my bed, Sam having his pants on while I wore my tank and underwear. Sam was telling me what happen at Grants Pass, Oregon. How Eve was turning people into hybrid creatures called Jefferson Starships. Dean really called a monster crossed between vampire, wraith, and shapeshifter to a band. After a much heated conversation, Dean managed to ganked Eve by letting her bite him after he drank whiskey mixed with phoenix ash. Although, the sad part was when Eve turned a little boy a…prime Jefferson Starship though demons killed the boy and his brother.

"But Eve said something that bothers you?" I asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "She says Crowley was still alive, that she'd seen him through the eyes of her children."

"Huh, Tony hasn't said anything about that." I said.

Sam knew about Tony and Sienna. At first he was not please, but when I told them Tony was taking care of Jesse and other monster children who wanted to be normal…he somewhat understand. If Dean knew of Tony being a shapeshifter, then there would have been a problem.

"Maybe Eve was more focused on the American monsters. Doesn't matter, Crowley is still alive/" Sam said.

"What did Castiel say about this, since he was the one who burned his bones?" I asked.

"He said Crowley must had tricked him and he made a mistake." He said with a sighed lying down on the bed.

"Odd, Cass hardly makes mistakes unless he's grounded." I said. By grounded, I mean something was blocking his angel abilities. Then I remembered something, "Though, these past few months I've been sensing deception."

"What do you mean?" he asked, as he pulled my arm gently to lay down next to him.

I sighed, curling up to Sam. "He has been saying things which my clairvoyant abilities kept telling me it was a lie."

"I thought you were Claircognizance," Sam said.

"I am, but it also means I have knowledge without a physical explanation. Like a medium." I explained. "But when he told me about Crowley being dead after saving Bobby John or that Rachel betrayed him…something was off. At first, I though because of his physical state after a fight and his angelic ability confused me…but I doubt that now."

"So is Crowley still alive?" Sam asked.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My body instantly relaxed while my mind wandered in seeking the answer. After several minutes, my eyes open staring at him. "He is."

Sam sighed as he wrapped his arms around me. "Great, just great."

"We will figure this out." I said.

"Yeah," he breathed.

"When do you have to leave?" I asked.

"Dean said as long as it would take to get your forgiveness." He answered.

I smirked as I climbed on top of Sam. "Well, I'm still angry so ya got a lot of making up to do."

Sam chuckled slightly as he placed his hands on my waist and flipped us around. He crawled down my body kissing here and there until he pulled my underwear down and started using his tongue. And boy, he sure made things up.


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