"Sam, you're bleeding."

"I'm fine," he muttered. Jody stood behind him as he crouched by the open grave, watching it burn.

He felt her hands on his back as she knelt to get a closer look. "You'd better let me see," she insisted. "Unless you plan on going to a hospital?"

There was no use trying to argue. "The first aid kit is in the trunk."

"Good boy," she teased, patting him on the shoulder as she got up.

It was kind of nice to be worried over, not that he would admit it. While he waited for her to return with the kit, he unbuttoned his flannel, but felt a sharp pain as he tried to take it off. He'd had worse. Much worse. Still, he winced as he tried again.

Then Jody was back and putting her hands on him. "Hey, let me help." She had some folded blankets as well as the box of medical supplies. He watched her spread the blanket on the grass, then direct him to sit on it with her. "The shirt's ruined anyway, hold still." She moved the portable lamp closer, then used the scissors from the kit to cut up through the back of his flannel shirt. Then she did the same to his undershirt.

"You gonna buy me a new one?" He shivered a little as the night air cooled his hot skin.

"If that'll get you to cooperate, sure." She was examining his injury, close enough that he could feel her warm breath on his back. "It's not very deep, but I don't want to take any chances. Hang on." She picked up the bottle of iodine.

"Shit," Sam hissed as the liquid hit the open wound.

Jody rubbed her hand soothing across the other half of his back. "Better?" she asked after a moment. Sam nodded. Her hand kept stroking his warm skin, relaxing him. "You don't need stitches, but I want to get a bandage on that." He nodded again.

As she worked, he bowed his head and let his eyes go shut. She was gentler than Dean at patching him up, he decided. Then he grinned to himself. Of course she was.

When she finished, she scooted around to face him. "Now, was that so bad?" She reached out to pat him playfully on the arm, but somehow her intentions changed mid-motion, her fingers slowed, her eyes lingered over his bare chest.

He watched the shift in her expression. "Not too bad," he agreed. He caught her hand in his. "What about you? Need any patching up?" He noticed how huge his fingers looked compared to hers.

Jody smirked at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously in the firelight. "Nah. But I'm still pretty jazzed," she told him.

Sam swallowed hard. He felt that spark in the air between them, but told himself to wait. He licked his lips, trying to think rationally. "It's the adrenaline," he explained. "Sometimes, after a hunt, it takes a while to-"

Before he could finish, she dove in and shut him up with a kiss. At first he only grunted in surprise, his fingers splaying as she took him off balance. Then his brain caught up and he was kissing her back even harder, pushing her down onto the blanket.

The kiss was rapidly becoming needier and wetter and rougher, both of them grasping frantically at one another. She already had his belt unbuckled and was tugging at his zipper when he pulled her shirt up and off. Then his mouth was on her stomach while she arched up toward him. He worked his way up, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside, gently biting and licking the underside of her breasts. Then he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

"Fuck, Sam, yes," she moaned.

He smiled darkly and moved to her other breast. When her hand slipped inside his boxer briefs, he gave a choked-off groan, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.

Jody hummed against his ear. "God, Sam! Impressive. I shoulda known."

Sam let out a choked laugh, and lifted his head to see the satisfied grin on her face. Her hand stroked him, bringing a deep, rumbling moan from his chest. He struggled to restrain himself. What he really wanted was to pin down her arms and pound into her against the soft ground beneath the blanket.

A high, buzzing sound made them both freeze. They stared at each other for a second. Then Sam relaxed and Jody laughed. It was his phone. He scowled. Jody's fingers were still wrapped around his dick, and she was half naked beneath him.

"Probably your brother," she offered, not removing her hand. "If you don't answer he'll be worried; might come looking for us."

Sam reluctantly pushed up, moving away from her with a ragged sigh. He stood, digging his phone from his pocket, and swiped to answer. "Hey."

"You guys okay? Get it cooked yet?"

"Medium rare." Sam's voice sounded a bit strangled to his own ears. Jody had stood and kicked off her shoes; now she was stepping out of her jeans.

"Well? You headed back?"

"Um-" Jody was watching him, her hands on her hips. "Not yet, no."

"You need any help? What's goin' on?"

"It's fine, don't wait up." He hung up before Dean could ask any more questions. He tossed his phone to the ground and turned back to Jody. Suddenly he was struck with the weight of the situation. This wasn't just some one-night stand. This was Jody.

She moved closer. "Everything good?"

The distraction had thrown him, and she could see it. He swallowed hard. "I guess, uh-" He rubbed a hand over his face, annoyed with himself. "Not that I don't want ...you. I never-"

A smile had broken across her face, and now she started to laugh. Sam stared at her in confusion. Jody cupped her hands around his face. "Sam Winchester, you are fucking adorable."

He chuckled, dropping his head in embarrassment. "It's just… my relationships end ...badly."

Jody wrapped her arms around his torso, meeting his eyes. "Let's see, my last actual date was with the King of Hell, where I almost died. Oh, and you met my husband."

Sam's face softened. Maybe she had him beat.

"Can't let that stop you," she continued. "I'm a big girl, and you're a big… really big-" she raised her eyebrows comically.

He laughed, his worry starting to fade. He ran his hands over her back.

"Speaking of... you got a condom?"

He dug his wallet from the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a gold square package for her approval, but he pulled it back as she reached for it. "Just one thing, first." He dropped to the ground between her feet. Breathing her in, he rubbed his lips against the thin fabric of her underwear. Then he was tugging them down and off, and dipping his tongue into the warm wetness of her.

"Fuck," she whispered, grabbing fistfuls of his hair for leverage. He slipped his hand up to join his mouth, teasing her with his rough, callused fingers. "Oh, fuuuuck!" she moaned, long and low. He cupped her ass with both hands and moved his tongue through her soft folds in loops and swirls. She was half curled over his head, tugging his hair in encouragement, a constant string of curses falling from her lips. His erection was swelling painfully against his jeans.

Finally he pulled back, both of them gasping for air. Jody slid down against him and kissed him messily, pulling his pants and boxers down over his hips, digging her nails into his thighs for just a second before she straddled him. Then she pressed the little gold square into his hand. "Fuck me, Sam," she whispered against his mouth. He tore open the wrapper and carefully but quickly rolled the condom. Then she was sliding down over him before he could brace himself. A ragged, desperate sound came from both of them as their bodies joined.

Sam felt his mouth drop open as he watched her move. Her skin shone pale and smooth by the flickering fire, the shadows highlighting her scars, her sweat glistening over her muscles in the lamp light. She looked as good she felt, and it was all he could do to hold on to her hips as she rode him. "I'm close," he warned.

"Me too," she gasped. Taking his hand, she moved it between them. He rubbed his thumb against her clit, causing her to throw her head back and cry out even louder. Then she was coming, her body spasming against his, and he thrust up into her with abandon, until his vision was spinning and he was crying out along with her.

They collapsed onto the blanket in a pile of limbs, and lay panting together for a long moment. He wrapped his arm around her, warding off the cool air.

"Man, I needed that," Jody said at last.

Sam kissed her bare shoulder. "You're incredible."

Neither of them moved, until the phone rang again. Dean was worried.