Au Contraire

Part 3

This here is the product of many things...a late night, some illegal drinking activities, and a mind much too dirty for its own good. Fiona...evil grin from one dirty mind to another hun, this was done especially for you so break out the popcorn and coke. Reviews are like chocolate and dirty minds like to be fed lol. But.. Review, don't review, whatever...hope you all enjoy. Now I must go and crash from a severe caffeine high that kept be up long enough to finsh this without drooling or trying to figure out why I couldn't spell sex...its still to be determined lol.

In complete Winchester fashion, Sam had told Dean everything that had happened in the mansion without actually telling him about anything that had happened in the mansion. It wasn't exactly a lie as Sam still was trying to sort out in his mind what had happened and, besides, the lie was for Dean's sake.

They hadn't left town yet, as neither one of them had quite yet found a case with anything even slightly regarding the supernatural and a myriad of calls hadn't gotten them any closer to finding a case. Usually they would have just left and drove until they hit something, but Dean was intrigued with the café that lay directly across the street from their motel. He liked the food, and he liked the atmosphere even better. Dean was determined to get some waitress or another and Sam for once, thanked god for his brother's determination to—as it clearly seemed, to Sam at least—sleep with a waitress from every damn town they went through. The good part of this was that okay, he was still in the same town as Bela and really wanted to try and talk to her as he hadn't in the slightest figured out what had happened between them and with Dean showing up like he had...Sam really needed to clarify some things, and he'd preferably like to do it before Bela disappeared and tried to kill them again or something equally annoying to piss Dean off.

When Dean closed his hand in the hood of the Impala, in a moment of shock when the waitress he'd been showing his baby to, insulted her—and he quoted her words exactly to Sam—"Its okay, for an old car." Dean managed to explain her terrible insult through a string of curses, and at first Sam wasn't sure what was hurt more, his pride, his hand, or from the way Dean was talking, the impala's feelings.

"She's beautiful, absolutely perfect..." Sam was pretty sure that he was no longer referring to the waitress.

"Dean!" Sam was trying to get his brother to stand still for one minute so that he could check his hand. "Dean! Will you shut up for one minute so I can see if your hand is broken?"

Dean stopped his banter over his baby and switched back to curses as Sam pulled and poked and prodded his hand and wrist.

"OW!" He howled, "What are you doing? That hurts."

"Dean, I barely touched it." Suddenly, Sam had an idea. Two birds with one stone, he thought. "Dean, that's definitely broken, you should see a doctor."

"Just wrap it." Dean told him, "And try not to kill me in the process."

"Dean," Sam tried to think fast for an excuse, he could see his opportunity to catch up with Bela quickly slipping away, and he wanted to figure out what happened before she turned around again and he lost his chance to figure her out. "You should really get this checked out, you probably need a cast, you wouldn't want to ruin your right hand...isn't it your shooting hand?"

"Fine." Dean acquiesced, surprised that Sam was pushing so hard for a hospital. Sam was usually all about trying to stay under the radar. "Maybe I can pick up a nurse while we're there." Dean smirked.

"Uh...I can drive." Sam offered, "Since your hand...and all."

"Uh...no." Dean shot back. "If I let you drive I'm going to need a hospital, you just haven't learned yet how to give me baby the care and attention she deserves."

Sam rolled his eyes; if anything happened to that car...he was worried about how well Dean would take it. He just hoped that there would be a hospital nearby; because he was pretty sure it would start with a heart attack—after all, that panic attack had shown how completely over attached Dean was to his car. Who has a panic attack when they lose their car?

As soon as Dean was preoccupied with his nurse, Sam took the opportunity to disappear with the excuse that he was going to go and look for a bathroom.

"Yeah...you do that Sammy." Dean said, not tearing his gaze away from his nurse. Dean really liked nurses; he was suddenly remembering this as she took his blood pressure and started to ask him questions.

Sam didn't get very far, actually he wasn't pass the second exam room when he felt a hand grab his arm and tug him into the vacant room. He was thrown off for a moment then looked up and saw Bela.

"Bela...What...?" Sam was cut off as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pressed her mouth up against his. Sam realized that the logical thing at that moment in time probably would have been to stop but...he couldn't. He kissed back, parting his lips as her tongue entered his mouth and felt like he had completely lost all control of what he was doing.

When they pulled back a moment later, and Sam had regained enough of his mental functions to think, he managed to get out, a few words.

"Dean's right next door."

"Ooo..." Bela grinned wickedly, "That's kind of dirty."

Sam blushed, damn it! He thought, she always seemed to make him do that. He never should have kissed her...no matter how good of a kiss it was. And no matter how much more he wanted to do to her. As he was trying to convince himself why he shouldn't be doing this, a handful of scenarios ran trough his mind.

"Well, Sam, I'm embarrassed, best kiss of my life and you're thinking of your brother..."

"No, I—"

Bela cut him off, "Right. Makes you nervous being so close to big brother?" Bela laughed, and grabbed him a look of determination and lust flashing through her eyes. "Let's go."

Bela pulled him out of the room and onto the elevator and Sam was curious for a moment; she didn't really plan to...

"Don't worry Sam, we're not going to drop down and go for it on an elevator floor. Much too college, I have something way more exciting. Although..." Bela grinned, "What could a kiss hurt?"

Sam wasn't fighting it anymore, in all honesty he had lost all willpower from the moment that she delivered the first crushing kiss to his lips. Bela's hands moved downwards and Sam jumped backwards as he felt her undo his pants.

"Bela!"

There was a ding as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Sam quickly pulled a smirking Bela to her feet.

Two old women, one with blue hair, the other with bright orange-red hair, stepped onto the elevator and while the red haired woman walked right past, the other with long bluish hair stopped and glanced from Sam to Bela knowingly and he could feel himself beginning to blush. She eyed them up with a knowing smile and Sam was reminded, somewhat uncomfortably, of dear old Gertie.

"What were you thinking?" He hissed in her ear. His voice was just about inaudible, barely above a whisper and the two old ladies struggled to overhear.

"Lighten up, Sammy." Bela whispered back just as quietly, grinning as a thought formed. "You gotta have fun sometimes, like this."

Bela reached up and pulled Sam's mouth down to hers kissing him as fiercely, if not more so than she had just minutes ago downstairs.

Sam swore that she had to be trying to kill him. Kisses like that—heated, passionate, more personal than sex kisses—definitely came with a price.

Bela pulled away and turned her glance to the ladies who was staring at them wide-eyed and shell shocked.

"Sorry ladies," Bela giggled, and Sam was given the impression of a sorority girl with one two many beers, which just about knocked him over because she didn't seem like the giggling type. "My husband's just a bit nervous...prostate exam," she whispered the last part conspiratorially and the ladies giggled along with her, the three of them reminiscent of gossiping school girls.

"No. No." Sam said, "I'm not—She's not..."

The ladies looked at him knowingly and disbelievingly and Sam blushed even harder if it was even possible, and he gave up.

"Bela." Sam whispered feeling his face turning beet-red with their eyes on him. "I'm going to kill you!"

'Prostate exam?' Sam could feel the heat radiating from his reddening face as he thought about it.

"No, you're not." She retorted as the elevator pinged to a stop once again. This time they got off.

"Good luck handsome." The blue haired lady called after them with a smile and a flirtatious wink.

Bela grinned; he got embarrassed so easily, somehow it made him seem even hotter to her...and clearly, to old women also.

Bela pulled him along stopping suddenly at a door and pushing him in ahead of her. "You're going to have sex with me. Really good, really hot, sex. And I have a feeling that you won't disappoint, Sam. Now, you don't want to prove me wrong, do you?"

Sam was speechless.

"I like you Sam." Bela whispered in his ear, her light caress around his neck arousing him. She removed her hands from around his neck slipping them up his shirt and caressing his strong chest. Bela pulled off his shirt, standing back to admire how fine he was.

"Fantastic." She smiled, the words coming out soft and seductively.

Bela was taken by surprise when Sam pounced on her, removing her blouse, and bra, trailing kisses down her neck, and breasts.

Bela moaned and moved her hands down to slip off Sam's pants.

When Sam turned Bela around to remove the little, and maddeningly short skirt she was wearing he suddenly got a better view of the room they were in.

"Bela?" He asked, slowing down a bit as concern over their surrounding set in. "Tell me that we are not in a surgery room."

"Okay." Bela said, "We're not in a surgery room."

"Bela! Do you realize how completely illegal this is? We could get arrested!"

"Oh, Sam don't be such a drama queen. The fun is in worrying that we might get caught. Besides, I checked the schedule, its not even being used, yeah, okay? Now, where were we...right." Bela grinned, reaching down and cupping Sam's naked member.

Sam groaned at her touch and any and all thought of resistance flew out of the window. Before she pressed her mouth up against his, one though flitted through Sam's mind; if Dean ever found out about this...he'd probably kill him.

Bela's hands grazed over his chest and reached up wrapping them around his neck her touch re-hot to his naked skin. Sam reached for her hips and lifted her up. He pinned her against the wall, the kiss growing deeper and hungrier. Bela wrapped her legs around his waist and the touch of her foot just grazing his ass was terribly hot to him.

Bela pulled away suddenly and spoke, her words coming in a rush of breathlessness.

"We...I think...this might work better...on the floor.."

Sam agreed silently, and laid her on the floor positioning carefully to make sure she was comfortable. The kisses moved from her lips and he nibbled at her ear. She moaned pleasurably and Sam realized that must be one of her particular spots. Then he began to trail kisses down stopping at the hollow at the nape of her neck and continuing lower, his hands tracing a pattern down her side and resting just above her black and red lace underwear. He moved his hands across and she giggled, it was a real giggle though this time, not like the fake one in the elevator.

Sam looked at her questionably.

"I'm quite ticklish...whatever are you waiting for?"

Sam grinned and slowly slipped of the panties, amused by her forthcoming. Ticklish...he'd never had her pegged for it.

"Sam! If you don't do this faster I'm going to throw you on you back and fuck you."

Sam tossed them to the side and kissed up the length of her thighs stopping at her opening.

Bela was dying a little bit, Sam was excellent and did not disappoint. He had somehow managed to find all her spots, his tongue did things that she'd never actually imagined a tongue could do and took it so slowly that she was certain she was going to die from pleasure before they actually shagged.

When he finally entered her, she let out a moan that went straight through Sam and he wondered how it was that she could be so sexual and feminine and then again, be Bela?

The thought disappeared quickly as she pulled him close to him, her nails digging into his back as they thrusted against one another. It was animalistic and pure fulfilling of need and it was what both needed.

With Bela calling out his name and Sam moaning in ecstasy it was a wonder that no one discovered them. They both came at the same time, and their bodies were soaked in sheen of sweat. They fell together in a mass of tangled limbs after their orgasms had subsided.

Bela was the first to speak.

"That was fantastic." She breathed. "We should do this again. Soon."

"Again?" Sam questioned.

Before she replied his phone rang.

Bela grinned as he moved to pick it up.

"Dean." Sam stood their naked as he spoke and Bela thought it was one of the more wonderful perks of the job. If she ran into the Winchesters more often...she certainly wouldn't complain. He really had a lovely butt...as did his brother. It just wasn't right for two men that were related to look that beautiful.

Sam listened to his brother for a moment, replying with the occasional yeah and uh huh, his voice having no indication that he was within touching distance of an extremely gorgeous, naked woman.

"Yeah...I'm coming."

"And here I was thinking you already did..." Bela said just above a whisper, just enough above a whisper to worry Sam that Dean may have overheard.

Sam shushed her, Dean wasn't gonna be privy to this anytime in the near future if he could help it. He didn't know if his brother would recover from it.

"Well, we got a job." Dean said over the phone. "They got my wrist all wrapped and I've got a hot date with nurse Becky tonight, so I'm going to need you to make yourself scarce tonight, and we'll leave in the morning."

"Right. Okay. Make myself scarce." Sam's glance fell on Bela as he spoke.

"Hurry your ass back down here, what are you trying to do? Bang a nurse?"

"Yeah. No." Sam was slightly distracted by Bela was covering up her lovely assets. "Be right down."

Sam closed his phone and turned to look at Bela.

"Make yourself scarce, yeah?" Bela asked. "I'm staying at The Grand...room 708...drop by we can...what was your brother's word for it...? Bang?" Bela raised an eyebrow questionably.

Sam blushed, "The Grand, huh?"

"My room has a balcony...a hot tub...come by, don't...but you know where I'll be." Bela was fully dressed now and heading for the door. "By the way, you might want to get dressed...there's a scheduled operation starting in three minutes."

Sam dressed in lightning speed. He was thinking that maybe he wasn't going to mind making himself scarce this time.

"Dude? Where the hell were you?" Dean asked as they drove back to the motel, Dean's wrist wrapped in a fresh cast. "you were gone for like half an hour and as much of a girl as you are...you've never taken that long."

"Um...I got caught up. An old lady on the elevator stopped me to talk." Sam figured Dean would like that, an excuse Dean likes is usually the one that works.

"Didn't you learn your lesson after Gertie?"

"No." Sam grinned. "Guess not."