Chapter 15:
As soon as Candy stepped into the room again, Dean tossed her one of his flannel shirts to put on. She dropped her towel mindlessly and slid her arms into the sleeves of the shirt. He watched her intently as she buttoned up each button slowly, solemnly. Dean quickly turned away from her and tried to force back any thoughts about dragging her into bed with him. It wasn't the time for him to initiate anything sexual; he needed to behave himself.
Candy yanked open the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a clean pair of underwear. Once she slipped them on, she headed over to the bed where Dean was sitting.
"Where's Sam?" She asked curiously.
"He went to get us a snack. I told him to get you salt and vinegar chips. That's what you like, right?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "You know me well."
"I like to think so..." He studied her facial expression, or lack thereof, as she climbed into the bed beside him. "Candy, are you okay? I know that's probably a stupid question. Of course you're not okay... But I gotta ask anyways. Hopefully you'll talk to me instead of bottling everything up."
"I'm fine," she sighed. "You worry too much." She settled in under the blankets, then, after a moment, she slid over to Dean and laid her head on his chest. "Just cuddle me. I want to be cuddled."
"Yes, ma'am," he laughed a little at her demand. His arms snaked around her and pulled her tighter against him. "I'm sorry I haven't done a good job keeping you safe lately... I keep letting you down."
"It's not your fault, Dean."
"Well, I was talking to Cas tonight about what to do now, and he thinks that it would be good for you to get away from the job for a couple of days," Dean told her reluctantly. "I agreed with him, so... he's going to come get you tomorrow morning."
"Why didn't he ask me about it?" She scoffed, sitting up suddenly. "Maybe I don't want a break from the job. What happened is over now, Dean, and I'm ready to get back in the game. I'm not as fragile as you guys think." Before Dean could retort, Sam came back into the room with Adam. The youngest Winchester's wrists were bound behind his back, and there was cloth in his mouth. Harshly, Sam shoved him down into the chair by the door.
"I know we agreed to leave him in the trunk for the night," Sam grumbled, "but it's going to get really cold tonight, and I just don't feel right about it. I was thinking we could toss him into the tub for the night." At the sight of Adam, Candy involuntarily sunk deeper under the covers, then she buried her face in Dean's side. Dean took a deep breath and motioned with his head for Sam to put him in the bathroom. Sam obeyed.
"Candy... It's okay."
"I know," she muttered against his side. "I'm going to sleep now."
"You're obviously not okay."
"I'm embarrassed. Leave me alone."
"Embarrassed why?"
"Because he saw me practically naked Dean," she groaned in frustration. "I don't want to look him in the face yet. It was embarrassing." Dean gently stroked her head,
"I'm sorry, Candy. I'll gouge out his eyes if you want me to. He'll never see anything else again." Candy wanted to think that Dean was joking, but there was something menacing in his voice that told her if she gave the command, he wouldn't hesitate. To avoid that, she just shook her head. "Okay, if you say so." Dean reluctantly pulled away from Candy. "I need to run to the store really quick. We're out of drinks. Then... I might stop by the bar and hustle some money out of some drunk frat boys. Will you be okay here by yourself?"
"I won't be by myself."
"Part of me wishes you would be," he sighed. "I'll call and check in every now and then."
"Sam won't do anything I don't approve of, so you have nothing to worry about, baby." She tried to smile at him. Every bit of her wanted to be reassuring, but her trembling lips failed her. He opened his mouth to speak again, so Candy cut him off. "I'm fine, Dean. You don't need to stay with me. Go get us some money and drinks. Bring me back some beers."
"I love you," he grinned, kissing her on the forehead before leaving the room. Once he was gone, Sam came back from the bathroom with a confused expression on his face.
"Did Dean just leave?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Where is he going?"
"To the store, then to a bar. Said he was going to hustle a little." Her body felt cold again, so she pulled the covers up over her shoulder. Sam plopped down on the edge of her bed with a huff. When she noticed the frustration on his face, she immediately sat up. "What's wrong?"
"Just like Dean to think that getting wasted will make it stop hurting," he muttered under his breath. "Instead of facing his feelings, he has to guzzle down a few shots and steal from people." He looked back at Candy lovingly, "How are you feeling?" She shrugged her shoulders in response. "Yeah. I get it... Candy, can I ask you for a favor?" Sam stood suddenly, his back to her.
"Sure, I guess. Why not?"
"Come here," he told her with a serious face. All he got from her was a confused stare. "I'm serious, Candy. Just come here for a second. Get up and walk to me. Please?" Slowly, she got to her feet and made her way over to where he was standing. As soon as she was close enough, Sam pulled her into his arms roughly. He squeezed her, held her tighter than he ever had before. Candy put her hands on his chest to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. She tried again, and still, nothing.
"Sam, I said I'm fine."
"Just let me hold you like this for a little longer," he pleaded with her. "I was so scared when I saw those texts... I felt like you were mine again and I had to protect you... I wanted to kill him, to make him hurt like you did. And I just want to keep feeling like you're mine for a little while longer. So please. Let me just hold you like this for a little bit."
"Sam," she sighed, relaxing her hands until her palms were flat against his chest again. Suddenly, her feet left the ground, and Sam walked towards the bed with her. She let out a light oomph as she was dropped onto the mattress. Then, Sam was on top of her, crushing her beneath him, and his hands were pinning her wrists to the bed. "What're you doing?" She struggled with him. "Sam, stop it."
"Please just let me kiss you," he begged, leaning down to touch his lips to hers. Before he could, Candy turned her face away. "Please," he said again, using his nose to turn her face back towards him. "I want to kiss you and make you feel safe again."
"No, Sam, you can't," she shook her head frantically. "Dean..."
"Can you just forget about my brother for one second and look at me, Candy. Look at me again, instead of him." There were tears in his eyes now, puddling in his bottom eyelid persistently. One even escaped and dropped down onto Candy's pale cheek. "I still love you, Candy. What am I supposed to do? There's no way for me to win here." Shutting his eyes tightly, Sam let his head drop and started to cry. His jaw tightened, and Candy could hear his teeth grinding together.
"If it's just one kiss," she gave in after a moment, "then, I won't tell Dean. But just one, and it has to be quick." Sam looked at her in shock with his tear filled eyes wider than before. "Just one," she repeated herself. Gently, Sam pushed her auburn hair out of her eyes, then leaned down so he could carefully touch his lips to hers. As hard as he tried to be soft, the touch of her lips sent a bolt of energy coursing through him. His hands squeezed her wrists even tighter, and he pushed harder against her mouth until she was forced to open it. Once she did, his tongue invaded and attacked her tongue. Candy closed her eyes; she started to struggle with him again. After a few seconds, he pulled away again. His lips travelled down to her neck. "Sam," she groaned in protest.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear before nibbling at the soft skin of her neck. "I need to feel you again." He bit a little harder, and Candy let out an uncontrollable moan. Sam knew very well that her neck was her weak spot, and he was going to take full advantage of this knowledge.
"No," she said as she bit her lip violently, drawing blood. When Sam noticed this, he simply lapped at the bright red bead blood sliding down her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, then returned to her throat. "Get off of me, Sam. You can't. I don't want-" A loud gasp burst from her throat as she suddenly felt Sam's hand burrowing under the hem of her underwear. The tips of his fingers trailed down her freshly shaven skin. Realizing one of her hands was free, she brought it down hard on his shoulder. "No! Sam!" Despite the pain in his shoulder, he didn't let up. "Stop it! Stop..." His middle finger dipped into her, and she held her breath.
"Even though you tell me no," Sam chuckled devilishly, "your body betrays you." His finger moved further in, and she cried out his name. "That's it, Candy," he smiled, "say it again." When she shook her head, Sam starting moving his fingers in a quick rhythm.
"Sam!" She yelled, hitting his shoulder again. "Sam, stop it!" Another finger slipped into her, and she moaned again. "Please..." Her body was starting to shake as the pace of his fingers began sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. After several long moments, the pleasure became too much for her. Candy's muscles started to tense, and her back arched upwards. Sam started to move his hand faster, until he finally drove her over the edge, and she climaxed. Guilt immediately took the place of pleasure.
"You're different," she said to Sam as tears began to slide down her cheeks. "You're not the same Sam that I loved." When he saw the tears, Sam released her and stood by her legs. Her hands instantly flew up to cover her eyes with the back of her fists. "That Sam would never have done that. My Sam would never have hurt me on purpose." Suddenly, Sam started to feel guilty, too.
"I didn't make you feel good?" He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Candy... I didn't want to hurt you. I just wanted to feel you again. I'm sorry. Don't cry..." He sat on the bed next to her. "I don't want you to love Dean anymore. I want you to love me... But more than anything, I want you to be safe and happy. I failed... I always fail..." Sam laid beside her, then wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sorry, Candy... I wasn't thinking."
"I didn't want it to feel good," she told him, inhaling sharply in between words, "but it did. You can't tell Dean. We can't tell him what just happened, Sam. I don't want him to be angry with me..."
"With you?" Sam scoffed. "Candy, it was my fault. You didn't do anything wrong."
"My body did... I liked it," she admitted shamefully. "He can't know that it felt good, Sam... He can't know it happened at all."
"I know, Candy. I won't tell."
"Thank you... Now, please... just leave me alone..."
"Okay...," he nodded solemnly.