Chapter 5: Blue Eyes

The whiskey burned his throat. His eyes watered slightly. The bartender blankly stared at him, waiting. Sam nodded, pulled out a bill from his pocket and slid it onto the sticky countertop. The bartender, an older man, who probably saw more than his fair share of losers, took the money and left a half a bottle of Turkey Whiskey for Sam.

He refilled his own glass and pounded down another shot. He wanted his thoughts to turn to mush. He wanted to forget everything that happened and focus on complete and utter nothingness. At least until the night was over, he told himself sternly. He'd have to deal with the fact that he willingly let Balthazar take him… again.

Sam sighed into his glass. Those brilliant blue eyes were burned into his memory forever. What the hell had he been thinking? At first he told himself that it was because he was weak and disorientated from the bullet wound and Balthazar came on strong in that vulnerable moment. Yet, Sam never once stopped the angel when he slipped his hand down his pants and caressed him with the expertise and skill that came with knowledge and also desire.

He remembered seeing those bright blue eyes fill with such a heated intensity he could have burned a house down. When Dean had walked into the room, Balthazar didn't stop- he only moved faster, using his angelic abilities that nearly brought him to his knees. God, it was damn amazing, he thought, feeling the tightness in his pants. He poured and pounded another shot. Attempting to ignore the painfully hard arousal swelling against the fly of his jeans.

Then when Balthazar had finished him off- Sam had done something he either expected or even really thought about before doing. He pulled Balthazar in for a kiss that shattered him. He took those lips with a need that had curled and knotted inside him since their first kiss. Balthazar's face of shock and wonderment startled Sam more than the kiss. His eyes filled with the same lustful urge reflected in Sam's eyes, yet he also saw a tenderness he'd never seen from the angel before.

He didn't even think Balthazar had that kind of emotion in him. He always struck Sam as kind of a man whore. The way he gallivanted about, taking whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. His cavalier attitude toward danger and his utter indifference to immorality astounded Sam at times.

Now he didn't know if he was just another conquest for the naughty angel looking for a thrill of adventure. Or if he meant something more to him.

Sam rubbed a calloused hand over his face. Maybe it was just the sex aspect. Maybe Balthazar had never been with a human that equaled his abilities or warrior ways. Maybe he wanted a challenge and knew right from the start that Sam would be the one to give it to him.

He groaned, not wanting to believe he was that gullible and drowned his sorrows.

Suddenly a busty young blond strode up to him, smiling with painted red lips and a tight, curve-hugging red dress. "Wanna buy me a drink, honey?" she asked in a sultry voice. Sam didn't feel that same stirring in his belly at her voice, not like when Balthazar spoke with his British accent, which he found absurdly alluring.

"Uhm…" Sam began, feeling uncertain. He wasn't attached. Balthazar only tried to seduce him. Nothing else. So what was the harm in reminding himself why he was attracted to women in the first place, he thought. This woman certainly had everything that appealed to Sam. Large, plump breasts, supple hips and tight ass. Long blond hair which curled around her shoulders and pouty, irresistible lips. And she was sizing him up with the same heated gaze, asking him with her eyes if he wanted to leave the dive bar and have a private party of their own.

Sam slowly smiled at her. Why not have a little fun and get lucky tonight? Dean had left yet again to be with Cas and had only come back to the motel for his wallet and to tell Sam he'd be staying a few days longer with his angel. Sam was too preoccupied with images of Balthazar and his sizzling hot lips still lingering on his skin, hoping the bite marks on his neck didn't show. But Dean didn't seem to notice as he left a few minutes later, wallet in hand and an excited smile on his face.

So Sam had the motel room to himself and a blond ready to leave with him.

Less than twenty minutes later Sam and the beautiful blond stumbled into his motel room. He kicked the door shut behind him, darkness of the room engulfing them as they fell onto his bed, still stripping from their burdensome clothes. She giggled when he couldn't unzip her dress. It was skin tight and the zipper was so small he would need tweezers just to grasp it. She wiggled out of her panties in the meantime and pressed her soft body insistently against him.
He frowned when the zipper then stuck. He groaned out in frustration and thought about just ripping the flimsy thing…

Before he had time to act on it, a light in room flicked on. The woman in his embrace screamed and shoved Sam off her, terrified. Sam glanced up to see a large, burly man sitting in the chair across the room, the lamp light washing over him. He recognized instantly who it was. The woman barreled out of the motel room, her panties clutched in her hands.

The heavily muscled man with slicked black hair glared at him. "Where's the stone, hunter?"

"What?"

"The stone- I know you have it. I suggest you give it to me." Virgil rose from the chair his large, impressive vessel made Sam quickly move from the bed.

"I don't have it," he reached beneath his pillow and drew out the blade. It wasn't an angel dagger. He left his in the trunk of the Impala. But this blade could still cause some damage or save Sam long enough to escape.

"Balthazar left it with you," Virgil stated ominously.

Sam glanced around the room, keenly aware that Balthazar might actually do something like that. "Like I said- I don't have your stone, Virgil. You can tear this place apart if you want…"

He stepped backwards to the opened motel room door from where the girl had ran, leaving the door open in her flurry.

"Run if you want- I'll break your legs once I capture you, hunter." Virgil's voice was calm and indifferent.

Sam stilled, gripped the edge of the blade in the palm of his hand. He was beginning to doubt the possibility of getting out alive now. He decided to do what he could- fight, seeing as how he wasn't convincing Virgil he didn't have the stone.

He twirled the blade in his hand and gripped the tip of the steel, lethal dagger. He hurled it with ease and direct aim. Virgil stumbled backwards when the force of the large blade slammed into his chest.

Sam turned to bolt when he was abruptly flung across the bedroom and out the window. Glass shattered all around him and he landed with a hard thud on the cement sidewalk outside.

He groaned. He sincerely hated being thrown through windows as he felt the pain shoot up his back and into his shoulders. The crunching of glass filled the air, as a pair of leather, polished boots came into his view on the ground, standing on shards of broken glass.

Sam could recognize those flashy, overly expensive boots anywhere.

"Good- I haven't missed the party." Balthazar's accented voice said as Sam stared up at him from the ground. "Did you upset the lady inside?" He asked teasingly, with an overconfident smile playing on his lips.

Sam narrowed his eyes, covered in glass having just been thrown through a window with the force of a rocket. "No- she ran screaming in the other direction when Virgil popped in." He bit out through the pain radiating down his spine.

Balthazar smile hesitated as he cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Entertaining were you?"

Sam suddenly forgot all about his pain when he saw the flash of jealousy sparkle in the angel's dazzling blue eyes.

Quick footsteps interrupted their conversation as Virgil stood in the doorway of the room, knuckles balled and face fierce. "Balthazar…" Virgil grumbled angrily.

Balthazar sighed and helped Sam up to his feet. He dusted off the glass on his back and Sam stiffened when he felt the warmth of the angel mojo spread up his back like a warm blanket. Balthazar healed his stiff back without warning or question- he just did it. Sam didn't know whether to be angry or flattered that he was concerned.

Balthazar stepped forward to meet Virgil. "I should've guessed it was you after the stone."

Virgil said nothing, simply glared, his expression intent on violence.

"All right then, shall we?" Balthazar asked playfully as he pulled out his angel dagger. The two angels suddenly moved with lightening speed, directly at each other. Sam cringed and waited for the impact but nothing happened. The two warring angels had vanished.

Sam glanced around and even ran back inside the room. Nothing. They left. Balthazar had taken his fight with Virgil elsewhere. Suddenly Sam remembered what Virgil said about the stone. He knew he had to leave the motel before the manager called the cops for the broken window so he had to act quickly. Sam moved through the room in a thorough clean sweep.

When he couldn't find it, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Where would Balthazar hide it? He glanced around the bathroom, where they last had been together and noticed his bloodied jacket still lying on the floor from the day before. He grabbed it and searched the pockets. And to his surprise, his fingers clasped the murky white stone.

"Damnit, Balthazar," he muttered and pocketed the stone in his jeans. The next time he saw Balthazar- he planned on beating the living daylights out of him. That is to say, he made it back in one piece, he thought unexpectedly. Sam felt his gut clench and his knees wobble. No, Balthazar was a warrior, when he wanted to be. He trusted him to stay safe and do what had to be done in order to stay alive.

Sam had begun gathering his things together when a lamp from the corner of the room knocked over. He jumped for his gun that he just placed on the bed, swinging it around in time to see Balthazar on his knees, holding his side.

"Balthazar…" Sam breathed out in fear as he rushed to his side.

The angel was filthy, covered in dirt and blood. His hair matted with dirt, the side of his face smeared in blood. The angel was panting, clutching the side of his chest, underneath his jacket. Sam dropped to his knees and ran a gentle hand over the side of his face.

"Are you hurt?" Sam asked, titling the angel's chin upwards to see for himself.

"No," he replied gruffly. "Just a bit banged up. Nothing I can't handle."

Sam noticed the blood seeping from Balthazar's fingers, which covered a wound beneath his bicep. "Balthazar…" he reached out to place his hand over his.

The angel wavered slightly. "We have to go." Balthazar's handsome face finally gazed up to Sam's, strained in pain, yet determined.

"Where's Virgil?"

"Hopefully bleeding to death in a ditch somewhere, the bastard." He spat out.

"Is he dead?" Sam asked.

"I dunno. I lost my knife- we teleported all over the place in the fight. I lost it either in Bangkok or somewhere in Pairs." Balthazar chuckled then cringed in pain. "I tried to confuse the big lug. I don't like killing my brother's- I left Heaven to avoid the bloodshed. Virgil left me know choice though- I managed to stab him but he vanished right when the blade entered."

"So he's still alive then?"

"Maybe," he sighed, "only time will tell. Let's go- we've over stayed our welcome." Sam helped Balthazar to his feet. He went and grabbed his duffle bag and returned to the angel.

Balthazar smiled at him and Sam realized then that no amount of dirt or blood could hide his handsome face, especially when he grinned like an arrogant bastard.

"What?" Sam asked suspiciously, stepping closer to him, knowing that Balthazar would teleport them somewhere safe- or at least he hoped.

"Oh nothing, I just realized I get a whole night without interruption… with you."

Sam froze, eyes locked with him. "Balthazar," he began warningly.

Balthazar held up a bloody hand, looking absolutely pathetic and yet stronger than Sam had ever seen him. "Hush darling-the longer you draw this out- the worse it will get."

Sam knew what he was talking about but said nothing, not wanting to admit that he wanted the angel. "You're hurt," he said reasonably, "you don't really think we're…"

"Yes, we are." He said with an absolute certainty that Sam felt the shiver of anticipation rush through his entire body and felt his heart pound against his chest. Balthazar captured his wrist like a shackle. "I'm going to taste every inch of you, Sam." He whispered promisingly. "I know you want me too..."

Sam glanced at him in surprise. Not expecting Balthazar to admit that he wanted him. He took in a shaky breath but before he could protest, the angel's brilliant eyes, so vibrant and beautiful, sparkled at him, as they vanished from the motel room together.

TBC

** Thanks to all my loyal Sam+Balthazar slash fans out there! You're friggin awesome & amazing. You guys have really kept this story alive! If this forum wasn't here, I'd be writing this story just for myself & where's the fun in that? Thanks again for sticking it out with me so far. I plan on finishing up Kiss With a Fist soon! ;) Please comment & review!

~kidneythieves