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"Dean!?" Lou tries again, yelling the man's name and getting no response. She can only see the soles of his boots as they're propped up on the arm of the couch from where she's sitting at the table. He claimed that he and Sammy were going to go over Kevin's notes until something made sense. Nope. He's out cold. So is Sammy.
"Nap time all around, I guess," Sam says with a little yawn, knowing Lizzy's still asleep upstairs after changing Sammy.
"Yeah, for them," Lou bitches as she gets up. She walks for the coffee maker and starts setting up a fresh pot to brew. "But someone's gotta stay awake and get shit done."
"I don't know," Sam leans back in his chair, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Maybe we should just get a couple hours too. We're no good dead on our feet."
"We're fine," Lou tells him, measuring out scoops of coffee grounds.
"How are you fine?" Sam asks with disbelief.
Lou fills the pot with water as she looks over her shoulder. "Purgatory was very good sleep deprivation training."
Sam watches her finish setting up the coffee maker, his head remembering all that she's still somewhat recently gone through. It was less than a year ago that she was waking up confused and attacking her family members due to post-traumatic stress from the place she was banished to for years. They've been so busy with the Leviathan and Lizzy and Dean's relationship crumbling and Sammy's basic needs and their own long distance relationship… he's let it slip.
"How're you doing lately?" Sam wonders, dropping his pen and sitting back, looking right at her with his hands clasped in his lap.
Lou turns around as the coffee brews, her lower back leaning into the counter as she crosses her arms over her chest. She shrugs. "Peachy. Why?"
"Well, you did just pop out of Purgatory, like, ten months ago. Figured maybe it was still… affecting you."
Lou smirks. "And you popped out of Hell less than a couple years ago. And you're brain just got put back together a few weeks back. How are you doing? Thought maybe it might still be affecting you." She says the last part with easy sarcasm.
Sam nods slowly once. "Ok. That's fair. But I asked you first."
"What are you, a child?" Lou nearly laughs at his tactics.
"I know you are, but what am I?" Sam quickly fires back and gets Lou to honestly smile at his jesting. "Seriously. How are you?"
"I'm… me," she shrugs again. "Or whatever the hell me is after being there for a few years. I know I'm not the same as I was before I went but… I'm alright."
"You are less jumpy," Sam concedes.
"Hey, something for the win column," Lou jokes, knowing that list is a short one for them as of late.
"But I still worry," Sam admits. "I mean, you used to be the controlled one of the two of you. Lizzy was the angry one. You seem to have taken that over a little."
"I was taken away from my family for four years… all the while I had to scrape and claw just to survive without any real reason to want to survive anyways." Lou huffs a sad laugh. "I lost four good years with you… well, you know, once I would have pulled my head out of my ass and realized you were in love with me all along, that is."
Sam just laughs at her. "I think we both needed to do that back then." Before Lou was turned and killed they both were playing a pretty heavy game of denial. They knew what they felt deep down but fear and hunting won out. They were too fearful of what those feelings meant to do more than mess around and pretend they were just really good friends. But they spoke nearly every day on the phone. They thought about each other constantly. They just never acted on it until Lou was pulled out of Purgatory by Cass and returned to their world.
"So… of course I'm pissed. Why wouldn't I be pissed?" Lou challenges.
"I get it," Sam nods. "I just wasn't ready for how much you changed at first, I think."
"Hey, I wasn't the only one that changed," she grins a little.
"I know that Hell changed me," Sam answers, his voice small with the topic. He's ashamed of how much he allowed Lucifer to take/ruin of him.
Lou cocks an eyebrow and grins a little. "Not what I meant." He looks at her with a questioning expression. Her eyes are suddenly hungry. "When I left you were a shaggy-haired nerdy kid that was so cute I wanted to corrupt him seven ways from Sunday."
Sam looks up to the ceiling for a moment, cheeks heating up. "That's cute…."
"But when I came back," Lou shakes her head and when Sam looks back at her she's already on her way over to him. He parts his knees a little more for her when she reaches him, standing in front of him with her hands on the sides of his neck. "You were just seven feet of pure, solid… mm-mm." She hums out her inability to put to words what Sam's become in her eyes and instead leans into him and plants a very serious, very slow kiss on his lips.
"I'm only six-four," Sam tells her between kisses that have turned heated awfully quickly. Damn, it's been too long since they've had any form of time alone.
"Only six-four?" Lou asks, sliding her tongue across his right after. "You're too short for my standards."
Sam kisses her back but is also aware of her tactics. "You're avoiding the topic," he tells her, his hands landing on her hips as he kisses her some more.
"You wanna talk about the Cage?" Lou challenges, making out with him as she has a goal in mind now. Sometimes something as simple as seeing his huge form sitting casually in a chair as he checks on her wellbeing is more of a turn on than she would ever want to admit. "And Purgatory?" She then lets her hand slide down to the front of his pants, feeling him hard already. "Or do you want me to take care of that little problem for you?"
"What're you calling little?" Sam jests lightly back, his expression giving away how lost into her tactics he already is.
"Sorry…." She squeezes him slightly through his jeans. "Big problem." Lou then watches as Sam keeps his eyes on her but seems so far away. She can tell his brain is still going a mile a minute. "Sammy, honey?"
He blinks and focuses on her harder.
"I'm right here," she reminds, her lips moving closer to her his, brushing against his when she continues. "Don't get too far away when we actually have a couple minutes to ourselves for the first time in… over a month."
He thinks quickly, knowing that talking would be what's best, but Sam's gotten a lot better at thinking of his primal needs as a high priority when she's around. It's like she's training him to give into his needs unlike the prude that always let work and life win over sex when he was younger.
Without a word, Sam stands up and takes her with him. Lou grins at him, so happy she could get his engine running even now with all that's going on, and lets him get them into the room they usually take. Still, however, he seems busy-minded despite doing this for her. She wants this to be for them.
"Lay down," Lou tells him with a grin between kisses. She knows what she wants, as always.
Sam just grins slightly back, turning around and sitting on the edge of the mattress with Lou in his lap. He's happy to give her what she wants, as always.
He scoots back on the bed, Lou crawling over him like the predator she is, never letting their lips part. She quickly starts pulling at Sam's clothing, getting his flannel and t-shirt off faster than his brain can keep up.
Lou shoves him playfully in the chest and gets him lying on his back, their mouths separating for the first time since they got into their room. Lou's devious smile down at him as she sits atop his hips makes Sam so happy to be alive and where he is, even if he's concerned about walking away from their work for the time being.
"You know we should be trying to figure out Kevin's notes," Sam reminds her still, his hands gripping her thighs through her jeans as she works on the zipper of his pants.
"Lizzy and Dean are taking time off," Lou points out happily as she shuffles down his legs, pulling his pants with her. Sam used to feel odd at times when she's do this. Lou tends to get him naked far quicker than her own self and it used to make him a little uncomfortable, especially with her feral-style staring… but he's used to it now. In fact, he might even like it. Really like it.
"So shouldn't we make up for their lost time?" Sam asks, Lou pulling his boots off one at a time before tugging his jeans and boxer briefs off.
Once he's completely nude, laid on their bed in all his glory, Lou looks him over while sighing. "I must have been some kinda saint in my previous life."
Sam huffs a laugh at her. "Come on, seriously. You really think we should be doing this right now?" Ok, so maybe he really is starting to second guess himself.
Lou grabs the bottom hem of her long-sleeved Henley and pulls it over head. "Dude. You just got put back together. I almost lost you in that institute. If you think we haven't earned a little time alone to be naked and sweaty and actually feel good… then maybe you're still a little broken." She opens her jeans while looking him right in the eyes. She lowers out of her tight denim, ducking to the floor before standing up in just her bra and underwear.
Lace trim blue panties and a basic black bra that don't match at all have never looked better to Sam.
"Are you still a little broken?" Lou asks him, kneeling slowly onto the bed in just her not-so-fancy, worn for two days straight lingerie before crawling up his height once more, this time moving slower. She lays her body on top of his, Sam's hands instantly on her sides and absorbing the feel of her small, tight form. Lou brings her lips an inch from his. "Or do you think we can take a couple minutes here to live a little since we're, you know, actually alive somehow?"
Lou can practically hear the imaginary sound of Sam snapping. He does that, denying the idea of sex when things are hectic. And then Lou always gets him to the point of no return, when he's more than down to indulge a little and escape with her into something far better than the usual crap that is their lives.
Sam grabs the sides of Lou's face and pulls her in, kissing her hard as he's already lost in the moment. And Lou's heart skips a beat, the connection she has with this one man taking her too easily into a place of pure, sensual need. And holy hell is her man beautifully sexy without trying or without even knowing it. How he can look in the mirror, see what he is, and not get that he is a heaping, intimidating pile of pure sex she'll never quite understand.
"Mm, my god you turn me on, Giant," Lou says against his lips, kissing him one more time before leaning her mouth down to his ear. "I love everything about this body."
"Is that so?" Sam smirks lightly, turning his head to catch the heat in her eyes.
"Mm-hmm," she nods a little, smiling with something sultry.
Sam weaves his hand into the hair at the back of her head, fisting it lightly as he pulls her lips into his hard. When she moans wantonly with the move, Sam's heart beats faster. He just loves this woman so much and the fact that she still wants him through the hallucinations, breakdowns, and disappointments of his past, some of which is so recent it was just days ago, blows his mind. She's still here proving she wants him and only him.
There's a reason Sam's still a believer. There's a reason he still prays at night. Lou proved to him that God does care, even if on the smallest level.
Lou's hands trails down the length of Sam's long arms, fingertips dancing lightly until she reaches his hands. She grips tightly to his wrists and brings them upwards, pressing them into the pillow above his head. She then looks down at him with a sultry grin and a playful demeanor.
"You're not allowed to move your arms," she tells him, her eyelashes fluttering as she explains her rules. "Not until I tell you."
San wrinkles his forehead for just a moment, processing her request. He didn't see it coming so he's taken a little off guard. Will he ever get used to being taken off guard while in bed with Lou at this point though? Probably not.
"Understand?" Lou lightly asks, no commanding tone in her voice at all. Sam nods slightly. She grins back.
From there Lou gets to work, having her way with him and making Sam absolutely crazy. Clearly Sam's been used to the very occasional one-night-stand that only really allows for the basics, maybe some fun like hair pulling or whatnot if he found himself with a kinkier chick… which was very rarely ever the case. Lou knows Jess wasn't all that adventurous, their very young, few year relationship never culminating in a true exploration of what they could have done behind closed doors before demons took her away from him.
But now, after years of pain and sadness, Lou wants more for Sam. She wants everything for Sam. He's too good a person, having sacrificed endlessly for the good of humanity, to not have his world expanded a little more in a good, even pleasurable, way. He's earned some good.
Lou doesn't mind being the one to provide that for him one bit.
Leaning over him, Lou starts at his hands. She lets him go from her grip and places a kiss on each of his inner wrists, a silent praise for his agreeing to listen. The way Sam sighs out quietly makes her realize then that he's already down for whatever she's doing.
Taking her time to fully enjoy the form that is luckily attached to the person she's emotionally and intellectually in awe of, Lou's mouth and fingertips make their way slowly. She presses another kiss to his left forearm, her lips light and teasing. Her tongue then makes a trail from his elbow down his bicep, her fingertips dragging lightly down his opposite arm as she moves.
Never in his life has Sam grown so needy and turned on so quickly. He watches closely to every move she makes, every expression that passes over her face, and every sound that comes from her throat as she praises his body from the top down. She's different than any other girl he's ever encountered. He's always been expected to take charge, his stature and strength making women just assume that's how he would act once alone. They always just take it on appearance that he'd make the moves first, direct how every sexual encounter goes… but not with Lou. She's a sexual beast, or at least that's what he called her once when Dean got him to open up one time about Lou in bed. He's still not sure how that happened. But that was the best label he could put on her. Sexual beast. She's calculating in her own way, always on the prowl, and always looking to get him exactly where she wanted him.
Dean admitted to being impressed and even a slight bit jealous of that. Sam stood a little taller that day.
"You're doing it again," Lou calls him out when she pauses at his lips, hovering there a moment with her eyes locked on his.
Her blue eyes search his expression, Sam taking just a second to appreciate the beauty he finds in those eyes, before asking, "What am I doing?"
"You're thinking," she says before slowly pressing her sinfully full lips to his, Sam responding eagerly without being aware that he's doing so. He loves those lips. When she pulls away slowly, Sam's head lifts slightly as he chases after her for more. She grins at that with a sexy little smirk before letting him know, "You need to shut down."
His head drops back down with a sigh. "With everything happening…."
"You need this," she cuts him off, the pads of the four fingers on her right hand pressed to his mouth to silence it. "And by now I think I know what you need."
"Oh do you?" Sam challenges with a small smile.
"Oh, I do," Lou returns with, sitting up tall. She reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra. She lets the straps slide down her arms and she makes a show of holding it over the side of the bed before dropping it.
"Yeah, uh… yeah, you're right," Sam almost comically responds when he sees her almost naked body sitting on his hips. His hands starts to reach for her breasts without invitation. "I need this."
Lightning fast, Lou once more grabs his wrists midway to her chest. She shoves them back down into the pillow over his head once more and she looks at him with a cocked eyebrow. "What did I say?"
Sam rolls his eyes and stares back at her, her face inches from his.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that," Lou says with a lighter tone. "What did I say?"
Clenching his jaw for a quick second, Sam narrows his eyes. She wants to hear him say it. "I'm not allowed to move my arms. Not until you say I can."
Her smile turns bright. "Good boy, Sam."
He wants to grumble with her comment, it being so demeaning and lame, but he can't. Not when she presses those perfect lips to his neck as her still clothed hips grind down onto him once. Instead, he groans with want as the pressure on his already fully hard dick feels too good.
"Let me shut down that big…" she starts, lips pressing to the hollow of his throat. "Brilliant…." She kisses his collar bone and traces it with her tongue. "Overworked…." She lean up and kisses his temple. "Sexy brain of yours."
"My brain is sexy?" Sam challenges.
"Ooh, honey I love a smart man. You know this," she tells him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
When they come down, the sound of panting filling the room, they stay tangled up for a moment. Recuperation time is needed after that, the force of their need for each other having gotten stronger than either was ready for. It was meant to be a quick, blow-off-some-steam encounter. This was bigger.
"I'll say it again," Lou says, looking up at him with still bent in half. "I love that dick."
Sam huffs a laugh and backs away, letting her free of the position they were in. He then flops down on his back next to her and reaches for the box of tissues by the nightstand.
"Thanks," Lou smiles, sighing with relief when he offers the box. She takes a tissue and cleans up as he does the same, still talking. "Fuck me, I really needed that."
"Same here," Sam nods, truly meaning it. "I feel better."
"Me too," Lou nods, tossing her used tissue into the trash can next to her side of the bed.
Sam balls up his own tissue in his hand and just lays there, looking at the wooden ceiling of the cabin. His heart is lighter yet filled at the same damn time and he still can't believe he's where he is right now. He's with a sex crazed blonde bombshell badass. He's with exactly what he always assumed he'd never want in a woman… yet, now that he's here, any other kind of woman seems completely wrong for him.
Turning his head on the pillow, Sam peers to his side. Lou looks back right away and lifts her eyebrows to silently ask what he wants.
He meant to say he loves her deeply, but what comes out is, "I love that pussy in return, by the way."
Lou grins wide and lets go of an airy laugh, the kind hunters should never have the luxury of having. Pressing a hand over her eyes, she tells him blindly, "What have I done to you!?"
Laughing back, Sam reaches for her and pulls her in tightly, resting there for a quick extra stolen second or two alone. He didn't actually say the words, but he knows she gets it.
"Back to work?" Sam asks.
"Ugh!" Lou complains loudly in his hold.
"Come on," Sam says and loosens his hold, pushing her lightly to the opposite edge of the bed to get out.
"Fine!" Lou bitches like a teenager. "I guess I got what I wanted anyways…."