Mrs. Robinson Chapter Two
Warning- This story is rated M, for erotic content. Mrs. Robinson is a ghost known for attacking males and due to the fact that Sam is a teenager, we felt the need to warn you.
Mr. Broadbent had left with a plea for the boys to take care of their little problem as discreetly as possible. Sam could understand the man's need to keep things under wraps, but Dean had complained that ghosts weren't normally quiet as they finally left for the great beyond.
Sam was about to argue with Dean, when his older sibling's cell had started ringing. Dean had stepped out on the balcony to take the call, leaving Sam to unpack.
The room was very ornate and it made Sam a bit uncomfortable, that and the fact the room only contained one bed. It was a king size and Sam had shared a bed many times with Dean. The problem with sharing a bed was that Dean was an active guy in his sleep and on many occasions Sam had been hit or kicked, not to mention that if his brother was drunk, he let off awful noises and smells.
Oh the smells that came from his brother eating spicy food could also be a problem and of course spicy was what New Orleans was known for! Sharing a bed with Dean was going to be so unpleasant.
Sam was brought out of his nauseous pondering by his brother's voice.
"Hey Sammy, get the laptop out. Dad said that Bobby had an all purpose cleansing ritual that should work, which is awesome. We get the job done and then we can have some fun." Dean plopped down on the bed, and made himself comfortable.
Sam grabbed the computer and sat it on top of the heavy oak desk that was in the room. Moments later, he had the email up.
"Yeah, it's pretty straight forward, and we have everything we'll need for it." Sam sighed in relief; maybe they could get the job done and go home soon.
"Cool. God this bed is comfortable, too bad I'm going to be too busy to use it. So Sammy, let's grab some grub and then take care of business." Dean sat up grabbing the keys from his pocket.
"Well Dean, the ritual will take about thirty minutes tops. Let's get it done, and then we can come back to see if it worked." Sam started grabbing salt and other things that they would need.
"Sure Geek Boy, sounds like a plan. We won't have to hurry back then."
"Dean, we need to come back and make sure it took." Sam sighed in frustration.
"And we will, after some fun!"
Sam gave up the argument, he knew he wasn't winning this one.
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The cleansing ritual went off without a hitch. Dean was very pleased, and confident that it had worked.
Mrs. Robinson hadn't made an appearance, but as the ritual was finished there had been a loud moan and then quiet.
Dean couldn't help but sing the old song, Mrs. Robinson, as he got ready for the night. It wasn't his normal taste in music but his dad had an old Simon and Garfunkel tape that he had played in the car many times as Dean was growing up.
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey
"Dean, that's so inappropriate don't you think? I mean show the woman a little respect."
Dean started to sing louder, because if it was annoying Sam then it was worth doing.
Sam rolled his eyes and finished cleaning up. "So what are your plans Dean?"
"We grab some Cajun food, and then check out the night life. I promise that we'll be back by midnight - the witching-hour so that we can be sure we got rid of our groping problem."
"I'm going to hold you to that Dean. We need to make sure." Sam grumbled out.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you little brother, but here's the deal. We come back early tonight after some fun, but tomorrow I get to stay out all night." Dean watched as his brother's eyes went wide with anger.
"Dean, if the job is done we need to leave tomorrow."
"Well, I say when the job is over and I say we stay an extra day to make sure. Dad will be okay with that so just deal."
"I'm not going out tomorrow night with you. I'll get enough of the Dean show tonight."
Dean smirked. "Fine, so you use the free room service that Mr. Broadbent set up and have a quiet night here. Just don't wait up for me."
"Whatever." Was the only reply Dean got as he headed out for food.
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They returned to their room a little before midnight, as Dean had promised. Both were comfortably full and Sam felt content and relaxed, which made a pleasant change from all the tense bristling he usually did when he felt like his dad's scrutinizing eyes were constantly focused on him.
While Sam was relaxed, Dean was visibly hyped up about the whole situation they were currently enjoying. Free board in a top-class swanky hotel, New Orleans at Mardi Gras and a few days of Dad-free time—which meant some much yearned after R&R for Dean and, most likely, a chance for Sam to catch up on his school work.
The room was quiet and undisturbed; everything appeared to be as they had left it. Dean picked up the EMF meter and did a quick circuit of the room with it. As expected, there was no activity. Dean flopped down on the bed with a satisfied smirk plastered across his face. "Sammy, I love our job." He muttered as he kicked off his shoes and rolled on to his side.
Sam grimaced as he realized that Dean had turned in for the night without so much as brushing his teeth -ewww- but that probably had something to do with the five beers Dean had managed to guzzle down during their dinner. Sam meanwhile had only drunk sodas, and although he'd had beer before and wasn't exactly enamored by the dry bitter taste, he wouldn't have minded one or two beers himself tonight.
If nothing else, it would have made him feel less like a little kid hanging on his big brother's coat tails. It hadn't helped that Dean had attracted the attention of a very busty lady who had ended up more than a little disappointed when Dean made it clear he was out with his kid brother, Sammy. Undeterred she had passed Dean her cell phone number scribbled on a napkin, classy, and whispered "bye cutie pie," to Sam as she shimmied away.
Sam rubbed a hand over his eyes tiredly. It had been a long day and he hurriedly used the bathroom and got undressed before sliding under the covers of the large king-sized bed, hoping and praying that Dean wouldn't breathe his Cajun chicken and beer breath on him during the night.
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Sam startled awake when Dean slammed the door to their room closed with a resounding bang, announcing his return to the room not only to his brother but probably to a few of the hotel's other guests staying in the accompanying rooms. "Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty. Daylight's wasting."
Sam lifted a hand, and with his eyes closed again and his face pressed into his pillow, he gave Dean a one finger salute.
"That's not very friendly." Dean groused, yanking the blanket off the bed and onto the floor as he whistled his way into the bathroom.
"Dean! I'm tired, man. You spent half the night elbowing me in the face and the other half kicking me in the shin."
"Maybe you should stop trying to cuddle with me and then I wouldn't need to defend myself."
Sam sat bolt upright and flung his pillow at the bathroom door. "I hate you." Sam groaned, finally rolling out of the bed and making short work of pulling on his jeans and a t-shirt.
Dean opened the bathroom door, hair dripping water everywhere and his eyes twinkling. "Let's hit the town."
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Dean dropped Sam back at their hotel late in the afternoon.
Sam had finally managed to convince his brother that he really did need some quality time alone with his books and at some point during the day, probably after they had taken a ride on one of the famous New Orleans streetcars but before Sam had dragged Dean's 'I'm bored' whiny ass around St Louis Cathedral, Dean had unearthed the napkin classy chick had written her number on for him. Upon making the discovery, Dean's attempts to convince Sam to hang out took a sharp nosedive and Sam found himself being all but shoved out of the Impala the moment the car pulled up outside the grand entrance of the Hotel St. Marie. "Don't do anything...illegal." Sam had hollered after the car as it disappeared, at speed, around the corner.
Sam had bumped into Mr. Broadbent as he made his way into the elevator and found himself reassuring the man of the success of their hunt, adding of course, their intention to stay one more night to be certain the spirit was gone. The fact that both brothers were firmly convinced the spirit had been dealt with didn't seem worth mentioning, and so Sam smiled as Mr. Broadbent patted his shoulder and thanked him for the umpteenth time.
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Sam hit the books pretty hard and time flew by quickly. His stomach rumbled around 7pm and Sam quickly ordered room service. It was a lot of fun getting to order whatever he wanted, but in the end he just ordered a burger. Most of the stuff on the menu was so fru fru that Sam was afraid to try it.
After a burger and fries, Sam settled in and watched a movie on pay-per-view which was another wonderful treat. It was as he lay out on the opulent bed, with a full belly and a good movie on, that he decided staying in New Orleans was fun.
It was definitely a luxury he wasn't used too. The rooms they normally stayed in were, well, they sucked.
Sam had finished a second movie and there was still no sign of Dean. Sam sighed, it was going to be a lonely night but on the bright side at least he would have the bed to himself for most of the night.
After a refreshing shower, Sam climbed into the bed and settled in for the night. It didn't take long before he was asleep.
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Mrs. Robinson watched the young man spread out in the bed in front of her. He looked like an angel. His face was so innocent. Normally, she didn't go for someone so young, but with this yummy morsel she wanted to make an exception. He was special and she just couldn't resist touching him.
Slowly she pulled back the sheets and blankets and climbed into the bed with the young Adonis. She paused to take him in up close. He smelled so good.
She slowly reached a hand out to brush his bangs from his face. The boy was so out he didn't stir. Helen then moved her hand to his arm, slowly stroking up and down.
Sam grumbled in his sleep. "Dean, leave me alone."
The beautiful boy jerked his arm away and tucked it under him. Helen smiled and moved her hand under the covers and worked her way up his shirt, and slowly caressed his stomach.
The angel under her hand gasped and rolled onto his back. In a quiet question voice he spoke. "Dean?"
"No baby, it's not your brother. My name is Helen and I'm here to make your dreams come true." Helen purred.
The sweet boy shot up in bed. In the dark with only the moonlight bathing him, he was truly breathtaking.
In a stuttering and confused voice, the boy spoke. "D-Did Dean send you? I told him that I didn't want to ... God this is embarrassing!"
"Oh child, your silly brother didn't send me. You're staying in my room and I've been watching you ever since you got here. I just couldn't stay away from you any longer. So young and sweet." Mrs. Robinson moved closer to the sweet boy.
"Uh, your Mrs. Robinson right?" Sam quickly jumped up from the bed and flipped on the light.
She could see that the boy was frightened but not like the others, he was breathing heavy but stood his ground. This one was strong enough to stay conscious and talk. Most over the last year had passed out once they realized what she was.
"Yes Sam, I'm Mrs. Robinson, and I would prefer it if you called me Helen, Mrs. Robinson makes me feel old." Helen stood and approached Sam slowly.
"Please, stay back, I don't think this is a good idea." Sam swallowed hard, his eyes wide with fear.
"At least you didn't say something stupid like 'Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?', that brother of yours would have. That's why I'm glad he's finally left you alone, he gets on my nerves. He's very nice on the eyes, but way too cocky."
"Well, Dean could come back at any moment and he wouldn't like it if he found you here." Sam said his voice was stronger and less unsure as he spoke of his brother.
"Or not, because I think your brother was looking to hook up if I'm correct? But no need to get upset Sam, I'm just thrilled to have someone to talk to. Usually people run screaming from the room or pass out when I show up. Why don't we just sit down and have a chat?" Helen sat back down on the bed and motioned for Sam to sit next to her.
"Okay, we can talk." Sam replied as he slid down the wall he was against and sat on the floor in front of her.
"I don't bite, but suit yourself. So I have a question for you Sam, what did you two boys do last night that made me feel so funny?" Helen watched as Sam tensed at the question.
"We did a cleansing ritual that was supposed to help you move on. You know, to the other side." Sam said quietly.
"Oh, well I'm not ready to go just yet. I'm in New Orleans and I want to have some fun before I move on." Helen huffed. "I barely got started when my stupid husband ended it all."
"Yeah, I'm so sorry about that but really it's what you're supposed to do. Staying here is only going to lead to you being a bitter spirit." Sam replied a soft, sympathetic voice.
"Nothing to be sorry about, I'm free of the ogre now. My husband was never very nice to me, I don't know what I saw in him. You said I would become bitter, but I'm not. I'm having a blast. So why did your little ritual thingy not work?" Helen watched as the boy's face scrunched up in thought. It was too cute.
"Not sure, something is holding you here. Unfinished business, or it could be an object that you hold dear."
"Well baby, you could help me with that unfinished business. I want me a man, and you sweetie will do just fine in that department." Helen stood and approached the sweet young man on the floor.
Sam suddenly stood, cornered against the wall. He looked good enough to eat.
Helen grabbed Sam's chin and tilted it down so that she could kiss him. He tried to pull away but was trapped. She was too strong. Being dead definitely had its benefits, and inhumane strength was one of them.
She gently licked his soft lips trying to gain entry. The lips stayed stubbornly together so she moved her free had down to the boys groin and began to stroke him. That caused Sam to groan and then she was able to push her tongue in and devour the young man's mouth.
It was warm and had a bitter taste of waking, but it was also full of life. She missed the feel of tongue on tongue and greedily explored his warm cavern.
Sam continued to try to struggle but her grip on him was too much, she had him pinned to the wall as she worked his mouth and his manly member in succession.
Helen reveled in the feeling of lust and life. It felt so good, and she was so caught up in the warmth of the young man's body that she didn't hear the door open.
It wasn't until she heard the furious voice of the young man's brother that she knew her fun had been ruined.
"Sammy!"
A/N: More soon! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! :0)
