Warning: Mature Content. Sorry, you guys. It's actually quite a bit, so if you don't like that stuff, you could probably skip this chapter. I'll give you a rundown in the next one XD in the author's notes.
Chapter 10:
Sam downed another shot of something he didn't know the exact contents of. At this point in the night, he just wanted to drown his feelings. While it was nice to be with Dean again, to be working a case like old times, it was hard for him to see Candy and know that she was off limits to him. It was even worse to see Dean and Candy flirt or even get anywhere near each other. Sam was burning up inside watching them. On top of that, Sam was having nightmares about his time in the cage. Every night when he went to sleep, it was like it was happening all over again. Lucifer was poking and prodding and slicing at his skin, burning and tearing it away piece by piece. Only to let it heal so he could do it all over again.
"Another," Sam told the bartender, slamming the small glass down on the counter. The man nodded and turned to grab the bottles of liquor used to make the shot. Before he could hand it to Sam, however, Dean stepped in.
"I'll take that." He snatched the glass away from Sam and slurped it down without hesitation. Sam turned to look up at his brother angrily. "Look, Sammy, I think you've had enough tonight."
"You've had more than I have."
"I have a higher tolerance," Dean slurred. "I know you're trying to drown your sorrows over here, little brother, but Candy's getting worried. You don't drink this much unless you're really trying to forget something. Talk to me. What's going on with you?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Sam groaned, laying his head down on the counter. "The girl that I'm in love with is with my brother, and I just got back from being Michael and Lucifer's bitch in the cage. I can't stop dreaming about it. Sucks..." He lifted his head again and turned in his chair to find Candy. "Where is she anyways?"
"Candy? She's hussling some guy at the pool table. I taught her everything she knows," Dean laughed. "The son of a bitch can't take his eyes off of her chest for one moment to pay attention to what he's doing. As much as I don't like it, she's making a fortune over there."
"Well, she's wearing that black top she always wears to bartend. Her chest is basically on display for everyone to see," Sam mumbled in disapproval. "I'm ready to get out of here. I don't like this."
"Me either. As soon as she's done, I'm going to go steal her away. We'll leave then." Dean patted his brother on the shoulder in a sympathetic and fraternal way.
Candy drove them home since the both of them were a little too intoxicated. She had been drinking, too, but not nearly as much. Once they got back to the motel, Candy lead them to the door and unlocked it. After they were both inside, she closed the door and locked it up tight. The sound of "Kiss You All Over" by Exile caught her attention. When she turned around, Dean was walking towards her with his arms reaching out for her.
"Come on, baby," he whispered, pulling her further into the room. He spun her around and yanked her back against him. His arms snaked around her waist as he began swaying with her. "Dance for me. Like you always do." Candy was just drunk enough to obey Dean's wishes, despite Sam sitting on his bed. Dean backed away from her, taking a seat on his own bed while he watched her dance. The music became infectious, and it brought something out of Candy that she didn't know she had in her.
She danced slowly, sexily, occasionally lifting her shirt over her stomach teasingly until finally, Sam couldn't take anymore. He stood up and dragged her shirt over her head for her. Jealously, Dean rushed to join them, pulled Candy again his chest. He danced with her, holding her around her waist. Sam got just as close to her, swaying behind her while his hands dipped further to grab her hips. It was wrong, and everyone knew that, but no one could bring themselves to stop. The music and the booze and everything that was coursing through their veins had taken over.
Dean broke away, took Candy by the hand, and lead her to the bed. Sam latched onto her wrist and followed along. The three of them climbed into bed, Candy between Sam and Dean. Dean sat in front of her, holding her legs against his sides while he ran his hands over her thighs teasingly. Sam was sitting on his knees behind Candy. She was leaning back in his lap, and he took advantage of that by bringing his hands around and grabbing her breasts, drawing a moan from her for the first time. He dipped his head so that he could trail kisses along her neck as well. Getting jealous again, Dean eagerly dragged her shorts down her legs, tossing them to the side. Next, he removed her underwear and disposed of it in the same fashion.
He edge closer to her, then thrust his fingers into her, causing her to moan even louder. She bit her lip, but it didn't keep the gasps and groans from slipping between her teeth. Sam's hands ventured up her shirt, under her bra, until he was holding her breasts in his hands, squeezing and tugging teasingly.
"We shouldn't," she panted.
"Shh," Dean whispered in her ear, quickening the pace of his hand.
"Dean," she moaned, arching her back a little. Sam got frustrated. The sound of Candy moaning Dean's name made him upset and jealous. More than he ever had been before. He reached down and grabbed her leg, spinning her around roughly and taking her away from Dean. Quickly, he undid his jeans and pushed into her. "Sam," she gasped. "Sam, don't. No." He started thrusting into her, slowly and sensually, running his nails along her legs as he held her there firmly. Dean moved so that Candy was in his lap, then tilted her head back so he could press his lips against hers. He held her, kissed her passionately, to remind her that she was his, no matter what was happening. Candy was his, and she knew that.
After a minuted, Dean dragged her backwards and away from Sam. I was becoming less about who had her and more about making her feel good. Dean laid back on the bed, as did Sam, with Candy between them. She was facing Dean, and she reached down to unbutton his jeans. Once he was free of them, he pulled her leg up his side and moved so that he was inside of her. Candy was panting even harder, and no longer was she trying to quiet her moans. Dean pushed deep, making her scream his name. Behind her, Sam was kissing her shoulder and neck. Then, he turned her face towards his so that he could get to her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth, fighting with hers for dominance. Dean held her tighter, quickening the rhythm of his hips.
"Sam," she groaned. "Dean..." She was getting closer to the edge; she didn't know how much longer she could last. Determined to last longer, Candy pulled away and rolled onto her back. Sam and Dean didn't give her break, though. Dean reached down and pushed two fingers into her, and Sam started rubbing just above that. Her back arched and her body released all kinds of gasps and moans, crying out both of their names. It was driving her insane. She couldn't take anymore. The pleasure was rippling through her body, sending shivers across every inch of her, until finally she had had enough. Her body sent her over the edge and tensed up all over. Sam and Dean retracted their hands, letting her aftershocks pass.
"Mmm, so beautiful," Dean cooed in her ear, placing a kiss on her neck before he cuddled her against him. Sam laid on his side, holding onto her hand tightly so that their fingers were intertwined. He was satisfied with just that. In fact, he was satisfied with getting to make love to her again. It was amazing, just as he remembered it. Candy rolled away from Sam so that she was facing Dean. She allowed Sam to wrap his arm around her waist and move closer to her, though, without protest. Her hands clutched onto Dean's as she leaned over to kiss him goodnight. Never before had she felt as safe as she felt wedged between the Winchester brothers. In the morning, she knew, everyone would regret what had happened. But for the night, they would lay together in peace and sleep comfortably.
Sam woke up first, groggily and in pain. His head was throbbing, and his eyes squinted even at the small amount of light peering in through the curtains. The light was shining perfectly on Candy's face, making Sam smile to himself. With a groan, he climbed out of bed. To his surprise, Sam was wearing nothing but his boxers. He didn't remember getting undressed the night before. He barely remembered everything that happened after they left the bar. Sam knew though, he knew about all of the things that happened between Candy, Dean, and himself. It was hard to bring himself to care, however. The night before had been amazing. Making love to Candy again was amazing, and he didn't regret it. Not really. He would when Dean woke up and remembered what happened, though.
"Hey," Candy's sweet voice caught his attention. He turned to smile at her. "Good morning," she said sleepily.
"Good morning, Candy." As soon as the words left Sam's mouth, Dean sat up dizzily, bringing his hand up to his head. Sam nervously turned away from them and searched the floor for his jeans.
"Dean," Candy smiled up at him. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine, I guess," he grumbled, staring at Sam. "I feel like an idiot. I can't believe I let that happen..."
"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam sighed without looking at him. "We were drunk. Shit happens."
"It shouldn't have," Dean groaned in frustration. "And it can never happen again, Sam. You understand that, right?"
"If Candy thinks so, then that's how it should be," Sam said, pulling his jeans on quickly. "It's up to her what happens from here, don't you think? She's the one who was in the middle."
"Sam..." Candy grimaced.
"Candy," Dean took her hand in his. "Just tell him that you want me. Only me. Tell him that."
"Sam," she said again, taking a deep breath. "Last night was an accident. I'm sorry."
"Are you going to sit there and tell me you didn't enjoy it, too?" Sam whirled around again. "Candy, you can't lie to me. I know that all your feelings for me haven't just vanished. If you really loved me before, then it shouldn't be so easy to sit there and look at me and not feel anything. Can you tell me you don't feel anything?"
"No, but I love Dean, Sam."
"You have feelings for him?" Dean questioned. "You said you didn't."
"I said I didn't love him like I did before, and that's true. I love you, Dean. I want to be with you," she told him desperately. "Please... I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Candy," Sam slid into a shirt. "All I needed to hear was that you still felt for me. That's all. I'll go get my own room. See you in a little bit." Hurriedly, Sam left.
"This is just great," Dean muttered, flopping back down onto the bed. "What the hell was I thinking?"
"We weren't... None of us were, Dean. We were drunk and listening to music, and we just gave in... I'm sorry. I should've stopped it. I tried at first. I really did," she tried to reason with him. She didn't want him to be angry with her. Part of her felt like she had cheated on Dean, then the other part of her had enjoyed being with them like that. There was a great conflict starting to brew within her. "I love you, Dean."
"I love you, too," he sighed, pulling her down on the bed with him. He held her against his side, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other laying over his stomach. "I don't mean to be a dick..."
"You're not... I thought you'd be mad."
"I just want you all to myself."
"You have me."
"I don't want him to have you, too. I want to be the only one. I need that... I love you too much to share you. Even with Sam."
"I'm yours," Candy promised. "I swear, Dean. All yours."
"I need more sleep. How about you?" He asked her, kissing her forehead gently.
"I could use some." Candy curled up against his side under the blanket, holding onto his waist tightly. She didn't want to lose Dean, not by any means. It was so difficult to just ignore the fact that she had loved Sam, too, just a year earlier. Only when Sam was gone could Candy open herself up enough to fall in love with Dean. When Sam came back, he brought back all of those feelings with him, although buried beneath the love that had grown between her and Dean. She knew deep down in her heart that she couldn't bear to live without Dean. In the end, that's who she would pick. There was so much love and passion between them. All that was left was to eradicate all of the feelings that were left for Sam. Once she had done that, things could go back to normal. At least, as close to normal as possile.
Dean stared at the ceiling until he heard Candy's breathing slow as she slipped into a peaceful slumber. There was so much rage that Dean held back because a lot of it was aimed at himself. He had let it happen; he let Sam have Candy again. Even if it was just one drunken stupor, Dean felt like he could lose Candy to Sam. She admitted to still having some feelings for him, and it hurt Dean's chest to think that Sam could steal her away from him. He had never wanted something so badly, never wanted to protect someone so much. She was his everything, even if he didn't always say it or show her through his actions. He wasn't perfect. He just hoped that his flaws didn't open a door for Sam to come in and take her away.