A/N: Hi, me again. I have to say, I'm really nervous about this chapter…it was in my original plan but it's a lot harder to put the concept into words than dream it up. I have outlined it about seven different ways and changed my mind on it about twelve times but finally had to decide on which route to take and just run with it. A lot happens in this chapter so it's a bit longer than most, but please let me know what you thought, good or bad, and feel free to sugar coat any flames so they don't sound as bad! :-) lol

CHAPTER 19

When Sam woke up the day was well underway and Tasha was gone. He was surprised at how long he had slept and how soundly; sleep didn't come easily to him these days. He peered out the window and noticed the crappy red Fiero that Dean would definitely have made fun of was gone also. He felt a pang of disappointment thinking Tasha had decided it wasn't such a good idea to stick around after all but smiled when he noticed her backpack was still on the floor by the bed. After scratching at remnants of crusted blood on the side of his head from last night's fight, he decided a shower was in order.

When he got out Tasha was back and two steaming cups of coffee were sitting on the wooden motel table. He raised an eyebrow in shock.

"You getting me coffee?" he teased, remembering that it used to be his morning routine to drop a coffee off at her motel door before bringing Dean his. She had never been what he would call a morning person and the coffee gesture had been his way of taking the bite out of her cranky morning demeanor.

"Couldn't sleep," she shrugged, turning her laptop around so Sam could see the displayed webpage. "Found us a job. Right here in our backyard."

Sam's interest was piqued. A good old-fashioned hunt sounded good right about now. "Here?" he questioned, pulling his shirt on. "In Pontiac?"

"Yup," she answered, giving him a teasing grin as her eyes exaggeratedly appraised the sight of his well-built chest. Much to Sam's chagrin, she and Dean had always found it amusing when she made comments about the younger Winchester's muscled torso or chiseled features, the pair of them laughing at his blushed embarrassment. Sam suddenly realized he had apparently outgrown his shyness in the past couple of months for he simply grinned back at her, enjoying a feeling of amused satisfaction when a pink hue came over her cheeks instead.

"Anyway," she continued quickly, turning her attention back to the laptop, "No adult men were reported missing so it's likely none of the possessed guys from last night were locals, but it seems the little town of Pontiac is quite the hornet's nest of weird shit. They've got a haunted church, a prophet, a statue of a police dog that cries, and a radio ad-time salesman who claims an angel spoke to him through his TV."

Sam chuckled and reached for his coffee. "Are you seriously suggesting we check this stuff out?"

She frowned at him. "Hell no. The prophet chants his visions at the bus stop on Fourth street in his underwear, the church is supposedly haunted by the ghost of Elvis, and as for the guy who talks to angels, even his wife thinks he's a basket case. "

"And the dog statue?"

"Well, Stone Cold Cujo may have some merit," she grinned, "Except that he only cries when it rains."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Where did you get all this stuff?"

"You forget Sam, I'm a girl. Small town people talk to girls. You and Dean…" her smile suddenly became somewhat forced when she realized what she had said… "You have the G-man vibe going and well, honestly, you're so goddamn big you scare most regular folk."

Sam appreciated the effort to keep the levity and ignored the familiar jab at his size. "So basically you got nothing then?" he teased back.

"Oh ye of little faith!" she scoffed. "I got a bonafied Hybrid Chupacabra."

"Oh! Really?" Sam hadn't hunted one of them since he was a young teenager. The regular Chupacabras usually fed on goats or sheep and were fairly commonplace in hunting circles as well as relatively easy to kill. The hybrids, however, were thought to be a more recent mutation or evolution of the beast and much more scarce. Lore claimed a flock of Chupacabras had somehow bred with a herd of Chilean Mountain trolls sometime in the mid-eighteenth century and the offspring were not only far more intelligent than either race, but far more deadly too. The last time Sam had faced one, John Winchester had been using him and Dean as bait and both brothers had come very close to being 'Chupa-chow', as Dean had so eloquently put it.

"What evidence do you have?" the tall hunter asked Tasha, planting himself in the rickety motel chair in front of the laptop to see what she had dug up. His sudden curiosity of how much, or more accurately how little, sleep she had managed to get after he nodded off last night slipped out of his mind as he continued to read. Yup, she was right; the indications were all there. A Hybrid Chupacabra.

Something other than a demon. Awesome.

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It took two days to track down the Chupacabra. It had started by feeding on livestock in the rural areas but had quickly moved on to attacking household pets in their backyards on the outskirts of town. That alone wouldn't have been enough to point to their suspected culprit but two kids had since gone missing from their bedrooms during the night and a third had survived an attack and described a large creature that walked erect with leathery skin, sharp teeth, and glowing eyes. Naturally, the local police blamed the kid's preposterous description on trauma and thought a serial kidnapper or pedophile was on the loose.

Spending much of her childhood in Mexico and South America, the land of origin for the Chupacabra, Tasha had hunted quite a few of them, including hybrids, with her father over the years and instantly recognized the distinct, six-toed footprint the police had found outside the house of one of the victims. Knowing what they were looking for, however, didn't necessarily make it easy to find as Chupas went underground during the day and finding its hiding place wasn't easy.

They spent the entire first day scouring the sewers of Pontiac before moving on to the abandoned buildings with dark basements. The old mill where they had found Succorbenoth was left off the list of buildings to check out and wasn't mentioned at all during their search. Sam was enjoying keeping busy and it was obvious Tasha didn't particularly want to head back to the motel for the night so an unspoken mutual decision was made to keep a lookout around the houses on the edge of town during the night in hopes of spotting the creature going in for another kill.

The next day was spent checking out barns and caves in the areas surrounding the town. They pulled out the town map and Sam marked all the sightings and attacks on it, hoping to see a pattern or at least a favored area. He found it strangely nostalgic as he plotted the points in red marker the way he and Dean had done a hundred times in the past. It felt right to be doing this again; hunting the old-fashioned way for a regular monster of the week instead of the endless stream of demons he had been going after lately. The emotional sucker punch the failed rescue attempt had dealt him was still fresh and his heart was twisted in renewed grief, but at least this time he was dealing with it and was surprisingly functional.

Asking around, they found out about an old iron mine from the turn of the previous century that wasn't far out of town. Sam got a good chuckle out of how willing the old coots at the Legion bar were to talk to Tasha. A little smile and some feigned interest in the town's history was all it took to get them falling over themselves to help her with her 'summer school report'. The Winchesters were smooth talkers and could be charming and sincere enough to get information when required, but watching Tasha made Sam realize just how much easier she had it when men were involved. He just didn't have the breasts to compete with her at milking intel from the male population.

It was dusk by the time they reached the mine and they had to trudge through a mile of wet, muddy fields to get to the entrance. The mud, however, served them well when they got there for they found three six-toed tracks around the derelict, crumbled mouth of the shaft.

They should have known better than to go in. In hindsight, Sam realized they did know better, they just didn't care. In his experience, when a single emotion such as grief overpowered a person's senses, things like self-preservation and common sense tended to get pushed aside. That was the reason he assumed neither of them even flinched at the sheer stupidity of taking on a Chupacabra in a dark tunnel, in its own environment. They simply flicked on their flashlights and went inside.

The Chupa got the jump on them, dropping down on Sam's back from some dark recess in the crumbling tunnel roof. As he grappled with it, Tasha came in close so she could blast it with the shotgun and not hit the hunter beneath it. The blast to the side of its leathery head only succeeded in enraging the beast, however, who gave Sam a solid swipe in the chest before leaping off him towards Tasha.

Sam struggled to his feet just as Tasha was bowled off hers. She managed to avoid its claws as it leapt on top of her but Sam could see blood soaking through her shirt. He grabbed the knife he had dropped when he had first been attacked and threw himself at the beast. The only way to kill it was to pierce both its eyes with the blade, which was silver and had been blessed by a priest of Santa Muerte. It was a standard weapon in every hunter's arsenal as it was also the only way to kill the much-despised Berkongee, the supernatural version of a flasher, minus the trench coat.

The fight was violent and both hunters took a beating. Sam was slammed so hard into a timber wall-brace, in fact, that a slew of dirt and rocks began pouring from a large crevice in the roof. As the rocks in the debris grew larger and fell faster, it became clear the tunnel was going to cave in. Sam yelled at Tasha to 'Get out!' and grimaced in exasperation when she refused and instead jumped between him and the Chupa, jabbing at its face with her knife.

Fortunately, her blade struck true and Sam took instant advantage of the beast's screaming pain to sink his knife into its second eyeball. Without stopping to watch the beast die, he grabbed Tasha's wrist and scrambled past the growing pile of rocks in the quickly-narrowing tunnel, dragging the girl roughly behind him. Their escape was 'Hollywood-movie kind of close', as Tasha put it, because the entire tunnel roof collapsed mere seconds after they cleared the growing pile of debris. They kept running through the tunnel until they made it back outside, stopping to breathe in the clean, dust-free night air in big gulps as they grinned at each other in triumph.

As they trudged back through the muddy field to the Impala, Sam scolded his new partner for her stubbornness in refusing to leave when the tunnel started collapsing. Still riding the high of a successful hunt, Tasha simply swatted his shoulder and accused him of being the black pot dissing the kettle. He argued that if the tunnel had collapsed, she could have gone for help if she'd been on the outside. Her rebuttal was that by the time she got help or dug him out, the Chupa would have killed him. Sam didn't bother to voice his thought of 'better me than both of us' as it would have been wasted on her stubborn ears.

They had been back in the motel room for five minutes when Ruby showed up. She didn't say much with Tasha present but Sam could tell she was annoyed with him. After cleaning and bandaging their latest round of cuts and bruises, Tasha suggested they go out to the local bar to celebrate. Ruby looked at her like she had eight heads and Sam had to choke back a snicker. He had never simply 'hung-out' with the demon before and was fairly sure she would make an excuse and leave.

To his surprise, she finally gave Tasha a smile. "Okay, sister," she shrugged. "Let's see if Pontiac, Illinois has any decent men out and about."

Tasha laughed. "You've never been to a bar with Sam before, have you?" she accused. 'Guys won't come near you if they think you're with him. He's friggin' Gigantor."

Ruby gave Sam a sly smile. "I like 'em big," she said pointedly.

Tasha surprised Sam by ordering a stream of vodka'n'sevens instead of her usual one or two Bailey's and milks. He ignored Ruby's chastising looks whenever he ordered a double shot of whiskey for himself. The hunters were about six rounds in when a couple of the old timers from the Legion that afternoon showed up and coaxed Tasha to the dance floor to teach her how to two-step.

Left alone at the table with a scowling Ruby, Sam sighed, knowing she was bound to speak her mind now that Tasha was out of earshot. "What?" he huffed irritably.

She gave him a haughty look and folded her arms across her chest as she sat back accusingly. "What are you still doing here, Sam?" she said finally. "And what is she still doing here?" She threw a disapproving glance towards Tasha. "You forget about Lillith? Why are you wasting your time and your talents chasing stray dogs in Podunkville?"

Sam groaned and returned her angry look. "I just think it's time I took a little break from demons," he snapped. "I'll still get Lillith but I can do it the old-fashioned way…with the knife."

"Oh, I get it," Ruby sneered. "Two days with Little Miss Dean and you're all boy scout again." She looked even less pleased when his gaze drifted to the brunette in question on the dance floor. "Why don't you just fuck her and get it over with," she hissed.

Sam narrowed his eyes at her. "It's not like that," he growled.

"It's exactly like that," she argued. "Only what you two BFF's don't realize is that this is just some twisted, fucked up way of staying connected to Dean."

Sam didn't have an answer so he chose to ignore the demon. That had never silenced her before, however, and tonight was no exception.

"Look, I get it," she said, her voice calming slightly. "You two are grieving together and she reminds you of your brother yada yada but Sam, she's not going to help you get justice for him. She's not going to help you kill Lillith. You do remember Lillith, don't you? The bitch who had Dean dragged to Hell? The demon whore who's trying to become demon queen?"

"Yes I remember Lillith!" Sam seethed, his temper rising. "And like I said, I'll find another way to kill her."

"There is no other way, Sam. You've come so far and you're getting better every time you do it."

Sam sighed heavily. Ruby slid a small flask over the table, nudging it farther towards him when he made no effort to pick it up.

"Just in case you come to your senses," she said. "And just in case things get dangerous."

Sam gave her a suspicious, questioning look.

"We killed seven demons the other night," she explained. "And for some reason you decided sticking around the scene of the crime was a good idea." She tapped the flask. "You should keep up your defenses, just in case."

Sam bit his lip but slid the flask into his pocket. She had a point. He and Tasha were making rookie blunders such as staying in Pontiac and attacking a hybrid Chupacabra in its own lair. They were being reckless. Tasha especially wasn't usually that reckless. Her lack of caution in opening that door to Hell with the troll behind it was testament to how badly she had wanted that to be Dean, how badly she had needed that to be Dean.

Sam had come to the realization that although Dean had been his brother, his blood, the elder Winchester had also been Tasha's Jessica. Her first taste of love, her first chance at happiness, and her first adult pain of loss. He still remembered his own mindset after Jessica had died and knew rational thinking had not been his strong suit at the time. Much like now, he supposed. His heart was telling him Ruby was wrong but her words were making logical sense.

"I know it scares you Sam" the demon continued, "But you can control it and you know it. It's the only way you're gonna stop Lillith." She glanced towards Tasha, who was making her way back to the table. "Drop the girl, Sam," she said hurriedly. "You know what we're doing is the right thing to do and if she sticks around, she'll only end up getting killed." She leaned back with a smirk. "Besides," she added acidly, "You're just a distraction for her. A way to get her mind off Dean. She'd jump in with anyone right about now; you're just convenient."

Sam was denied a rebuttal for Tasha reached them and plunked herself heavily down in her chair, clearly feeling some effects from her numerous drinks. Sam tried to hide his anger at Ruby and gave Tasha a tight-lipped smile as he grabbed his coat. "Let's get out of here," he said in a tone that implied it wasn't merely a suggestion.

Tasha sighed and gave him a pleading look. "I'm not ready for sleep," she complained.

He caught her eye and saw what she really meant.

I don't want to go back to the motel room and mope. Iwant to stay here and keep busy so I can forget about Dean for a while. I want to get drunk so I can dull this pain inside.

He knew that was what she was feeling because it was exactly what he was feeling. Looking at her now, he suddenly realized just how screwed up she was. He wished he could help but honestly, he was too fucked up himself to be of any use. He was in no shape to be giving emotional support to anybody, especially about the loss of Dean.

But he could at least try. He pushed her half-empty drink glass to the side. "This isn't going to help," he told her from experience. "Trust me, Tash."

"This place is getting too country for my taste," Ruby interjected, steering the conversation away from the emo direction it was taking. "I got a bottle of Jack in my trunk," she offered. "Let's split.

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Back at the motel room, Tasha flopped down on the bed with a tired sigh. Ruby leaned close to Sam and gave him a disapproving look. "Since you refuse to leave town," she whispered. "I suggest you juice up in case the demons figure out you're still here."

Sam simply scowled at her and tossed his coat on a chair. He hadn't slept in two days but realized he wasn't in the least tired. He headed to the bathroom to drain the numerous whiskeys he'd had at the bar. Washing his hands and face, he took a good look at himself in the mirror and as usual, he hated what he saw. He wanted to see someone Dean would have been proud of but always seemed to fall short of the mark. But at least this time he could look himself in the eye. He had hunted today with no thoughts of Lillith or revenge and had saved the two or three kids that the Chupa would surely have attacked before moving on to the next town.

Of course, Ruby had been right. Sticking around town after killing Succorbenoth had been reckless. Not so much dangerous for him as for Tasha. Dean may have wanted Sam to continue hunting and saving people, but he wouldn't be pleased at his brother for putting Tasha in danger and possibly even putting her on Lillith's radar. Just like Sam had put Jessica on Azazel's radar. He had to make sure he kept Tasha safe if he was to keep her around. His hand instinctively reached for the small flask in his jeans pocket and he closed his eyes as he pulled it out.

He couldn't deny it made him stronger. He and Tasha had both been drinking at the bar so driving out of town tonight wasn't a favorable option and if there was even a chance that the demons would come looking for them….

He took a sip. Just a few drops, as that's all he could handle right now according to Ruby. He had to build up his dosage slowly and practice using his powers until he was strong enough to take Lillith out. That had been the plan. Now he wasn't sure what the plan was but it definitely didn't involve letting demons hurt Tasha, he justified to himself.

He felt a rush as soon as he swallowed the dark liquid, his heart speeding up and his senses all heightening instantaneously. He closed his eyes and stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds before realizing his enhanced state was now allowing him to hear the conversation in the room.

"You want to find another hunt? " Ruby was asking, sounding incredulous. "Now?"

"I'm not tired," Tasha replied. "And I just wanna keep busy, ya know?"

Despite the demon-blood that usually took away the hurtful emotions like grief and sorrow, Sam still felt a pang of pity for Tasha. He swallowed, not sure now if he wanted to deal with her hurt as well as his own. Maybe they should go their separate ways after all.

"There's better, less dangerous ways of doing that," Ruby replied and Sam was surprised at how genuine and understanding the demon sounded. There had been many moments that Ruby's sincerity had almost made him forget that she was a demon. He still couldn't bring himself to fully trust her, but he was definitely getting closer.

He glanced at his reflection one last time to convince himself Tasha wouldn't be able to tell what he had just done and turned towards the door. As he stepped back out into the room, however, he wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Tasha and Ruby were kneeling on the bed facing each other, Ruby's hands entwined in Tasha's hair and their mouths pressed together.

He stopped in his tracks, stunned. The earlier memory of Ruby telling him that Tasha would 'jump in with anybody right now' and that Sam was 'merely a distraction' passed through his mind and he fleetingly wondered if this was Ruby's manipulative way of proving that point but the insanely sexy sight of the two brunettes making out quickly wiped that care from his demon-blood influenced mind. The brief notion of telling Ruby to back off and leave Tasha alone quickly dissolved when Tasha's hands reached up to rest gently on Ruby's waist. He couldn't help but stare as the intensity of the kiss deepened and the girls pressed their bodies closer together.

The next thing he knew he was climbing onto the bed with them, coming to a stop on his knees behind Tasha. She startled slightly when his hands slid round her waist from behind and came to rest on her hips. She pulled away from Ruby's mouth to press herself back against him, tipping her head back slightly. Ruby took advantage of the distraction to move her attention to Tasha's collarbone and together they elicited a pleased gasp from her as Sam's head ducked down to graze his lips against her neck on the other side.

Encouraged by her reaction, he introduced his tongue into play, flicking it in tiny circles and moving his lips up to her ear, nibbling the lobe gently. He could actually hear her heart beating and the smell of her skin was incredibly enticing to his freshly-heightened senses. Ruby curled her fingers around the hem of Tasha's t-shirt and started to pull it upwards. As Tasha lifted her arms to allow the garment to be removed, she reached back over her head and ran her hands encouragingly through Sam's hair.

"Are you sure about this?" Sam breathed into her ear, prepared to force himself to stop if he wasn't convinced by her answer.

Tasha chuckled. "Don't be going all prude again on me now," she teased. She sounded sure.

To hell with it, he thought. Dean was gone and he wasn't coming back. Besides, Dean hadn't minded a little sharing when he was alive; why would it be any different now? His brother would want this. His brother had loved them both and would want them both to find comfort, even if it was in each other's arms … wouldn't he?

Besides, this was so damn sexy and he could feel the lust rushing through his tainted veins as his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Sam leaned back and helped Ruby take the girl's shirt off. He quickly unclasped her bra and sucked in a sharp breath of air as he used his height advantage to peer down over her shoulder, watching as Ruby glided her small hands over Tasha's exposed skin and took a firm nipple in her mouth. Tasha let out a moan and pressed back harder against him.

The tall hunter could feel the pressure building in the crotch of his jeans and pulled his own shirt off, pressing back against Tasha and biting his lip at the feel of her hot flesh against his bare chest. Ruby pulled away quickly and slid off the bed, wrenching her own shirt off and wriggling out of her tight jeans and undergarments in record time. Sam could feel Tasha's small frame tense slightly at the sight of the naked demon climbing back on the bed in front of her and distracted her by letting his tongue rove her neck.

Ruby moved up against Tasha again, fondling her breasts and planting a trail of wet kisses around her collarbone. Meanwhile, Sam grinded against her from behind and found his breath quickening as he reached around and pulled Ruby's naked hips towards him, squeezing Tasha between them. Tasha moaned and crushed her lips against Ruby's again, kissing her hungrily.

Ruby returned the kiss with increasing vigor for a long moment before moving her lips over Tasha's shoulder to reach Sam's, her tongue wrestling with his for a few seconds before returning to the brunette between them. The demon moaned with lust and need and lowered herself down onto the bed in front of Tasha, lying on her back. Tasha gasped when Ruby let her knees fall apart, making it clear she was ready for more than kissing.

Sam swallowed at the luscious sight, barely able to believe this was happening and how incredibly turned on he was. He could feel Tasha's body tense, however, and wrapped his arms around her, his large hands sliding up her shapely torso to gently knead her breasts. "You okay, Tash?" he rasped in her ear.

She took a deep breath and he felt her relax at his touch. "Yeah," she said rather sheepishly, addressing them both. "It's just…well…I've ... never been with a girl before."

Sam was surprised at the revelation. For some reason he had assumed she had done it all. He realized guiltily that because she and Dean had been sexually adventurous didn't mean she was overly promiscuous before she had met him.

Ruby smiled up at her. "You want me to taste you first?" she offered politely.

Tasha shook her head and let out a little embarrassed laugh, letting her fingers glide up and down the naked flesh of Ruby's thighs. As she pulled away from Sam to lower her body down over Ruby and kiss her way down the demon's chest and navel, Sam stifled a groan at how ridiculously turned on he was.

His fingers dug into Tasha's hips when the girl's tongue finally reached Ruby's hot center and the demon gasped and fisted the sheets beneath her. Tasha was clearly a fast learner because Ruby almost immediately started to buck and squirm and cry out in bliss. Sam's breath was coming in harsh, ragged pants as he watched, his hands alternating between stroking Ruby's smooth calves on either side of his knees and fondling Tasha's jean-covered ass in front of him. Finally he decided to remove the denim obstruction and made quick work of Tasha's belt and zipper. She wriggled her hips to help him slide the tight jeans down past her hips but never stopped driving her tongue in and out of Ruby.

Thoroughly enjoying the anticipation and the sounds of Ruby's pleasure, Sam got Tasha's jeans and panties past her knees and off over her feet, tossing them on the floor. Staring at her inviting ass, he quickly unbuckled his own belt and within seconds his own jeans and boxers were lying in a crumpled heap next to hers.

He restrained himself from plunging inside her heat, instead forcing himself to watch the girls and let the anticipation mount. There was no hurry, he rationalized. Especially since he had just taken three drops of demon blood – he could last all night if he had to. Stuff was better than freakin' Viagra.

Ruby, on the other hand, was almost on the brink. She was arching her back upwards and begging Tasha not to stop. She finally released a full on scream as she came, her hands fisting in Tasha's hair and her eyes flashing black as she panted her way through her orgasm. They flickered brown again before Tasha raised her head and moved up over the demon to plant a deep kiss on her mouth.

Sam could barely stand it. He caressed the firm ass cheeks in front of him and murmured a breathy "Fuck that was hot."

All three of them now entirely naked, Sam ran through all the delectable options in his head, unable to choose what he wanted to do first and to whom. Tasha made the decision for him by turning around to face him and gliding her hands across his well-sculpted chest as she moved her lips downwards. Sam remembered his birthday present months ago when she had blown him in the back seat of the Impala while Dean was driving and couldn't help but moan in anticipation. That had been the best head he had ever received and he couldn't deny he'd though about it countless times since. Tasha was just reaching his hips, however, when Ruby interrupted, sliding an arm between them.

"Uh-unh, Sam," she scolded, a smirk gracing her lips as she placed a hand on his chest and pushed backwards. "It's her turn," she suggested, giving Tasha an appreciative smile. "Why don't you be a gentleman and give her a taste."

Sam's eyes locked with Tasha's and he couldn't help but notice her chest was heaving with need. He grinned at her and lay down on his back quickly, his hands gripping her taut thighs as she wordlessly moved to straddle his face. His tongue went to work right away, circling her nub a few times and flicking teasingly before delving inside her warm, we heat. She moaned loudly, her hands clamping down over his as she threw her head back in pleasure. Sam licked and sucked and plundered her with his tongue mercilessly, the sounds of her escalating cries and the sweet taste of her making his unattended hard-on twitch.

It didn't stay unattended for long. He felt a small hand of steel wrap itself around his length, pumping slowly. He fought to concentrate on what he was doing with his tongue to Tasha when he felt Ruby straddling his chest just behind the moaning brunette. He half expected Ruby to push herself onto his eager hard-on and ride him out but was surprised instead when the demon wrapped an arm around Tasha from behind. Her other hand still fisting Sam's cock, Ruby kissed Tasha's neck and glided her hand from one breast to the next and downwards, making its way to where Sam's tongue was working its magic. Tasha tipped her head back, moaning loudly and leaning backwards against the demon, their bodies now swaying rhythmically together.

Ruby's finger finally reached the girl's clit, slowly rubbing circles around it just above Sam's tongue. Tasha squealed and her fingers curled around Sam's so hard he felt her nails digging into his skin. A few strokes were all it took and she came hard, arching her back into Ruby and jerking her hips onto Sam's face. Licking at the sweet juices that trickled down her thighs, he pushed her upwards, no longer able to hold back.

As he sat up with two gorgeous brunettes still straddling him, Sam though he was going to explode from the mere thought of what was to come. Since Tasha was in the front, he pulled her roughly into a kiss, his hand tugging at her hair as he claimed her mouth with his own. He was planning on laying her back on the bed before ramming himself inside her but didn't make it that far. As soon as he was sitting up he simply grabbed her hips and yanked them towards him hard, thrusting his full length inside as he did so.

She screamed in thrilled surprise, wrapping her hands around his neck as he pushed her back and pulled her down on him again. He could feel her tightness around him but didn't slow down. She was tight and wet and moaning loudly so he simply pounded himself into her, wrenching her hips down on him every time he thrust inside. He was vaguely aware of Ruby crawling past him on the bed until he felt her nuzzle up behind him, nipping and biting his neck as he bounced Tasha furiously up and down on his cock.

"Fuck her, Sam," Ruby whispered in his ear. "Fuck her hard."

Sam did just that, groaning and panting as he poured all his grief and pain into the savage thrusts, turning his every thought into one of primal hunger and lust. Tasha's hips and screams matched his intensity, taking him in deep with every forward roll, her voice pleading for more every time he pulled out. They kept going, rocking together and clinging onto each other as they fucked with animalistic energy, their bodies soon covered in sweat as they panted in anticipation of the mounting climax.

It was Tasha who reached orgasm first, tipping her head back and screaming "Fuck! Oh fuck!" as she clutched Sam's shoulders and her body quivered through her release.

Sam groaned in satisfaction and held her body close as she came down but wasn't anywhere near finished. He let her slide off and lowered her gently back on the bed in front of him, watching her glistening chest heave with exertion. Suddenly Ruby was there, her hands clutching his face and forcing him into a hungry kiss. He returned it eagerly before pushing himself up onto his knees. With one strong hand, he spun Ruby around and pushed her down onto all fours next to Tasha. In one fluid motion he guided his cock to the demon's wet opening and rammed himself deep inside.

He began to rock his hips back and forth, quickly picking up speed and momentum. Ruby's extra demonic strength allowed her to buck back into him, meeting his every hard thrust with equal force, the sound of their skin slapping together in time with his raspy moans and matching her lustful, demanding cries. He pounded into her harder and harder and was excited even further when Ruby bent down to kiss Tasha, who was still lying on the bed with her legs spread apart. The brunette moaned into Ruby's mouth and Sam's gripped the flesh of the demon's hips even harder as he watched her fingers slide down Tasha's thighs to circle around her still-swollen nub.

"Yes! Sam! Fuck!" Ruby cried as he continued to slam his full length into her from behind. The demon's fingers were soon pumping in and out of Tasha's slick hole in time with Sam's thrusts and the sounds of two female voices begging for more was driving Sam so wild he could barely think past the rush of blood in his head and the pounding of his heart.

Ruby was soon jerking back at him madly as coma-girl's juices soaked the length his thrusting cock. He kept pumping, fucking her through her orgasm until she pulled away from him, flopping down on the bed next to Tasha, sated and spent. Sam looked down at the two slim, dark-haired girls lying beneath him and fisted his still-hard erection, flustered with lust for a moment and unable to decide what to do next. He'd never had two women before and was thankful for the drops of demon blood that he was more than capable of completely satisfying both of them and then some. He decided it was Tasha's turn again and simply pushed her knees up to her shoulders as he pressed his weight down on her and thrust himself inside.

The guests in the adjacent motel rooms must have been be wondering by now what the hell was going on because neither Tasha nor Ruby had stopped moaning, gasping, and screaming since this had all started. Sam couldn't help but grin in smug satisfaction as Tasha reacted loudly to this new position, her lithe body practically folded in two as he slammed himself roughly inside her over and over. Her fingers fisted tightly in the hair at the nape of his neck and she struggled for breath as he ravaged her, not bothering to hold back in the least. Her nails were soon scratching down his back and he groaned loudly in pleasure at the sharp, stinging pain as she once again reached the brink, this time taking him with her and he pounded his last few strokes into her heat before exploding deep inside, his fingers digging into her legs as his body went rigid and taut.

He sank down on top of Tasha, shifting so her legs could lower enough to wrap around his waist. He couldn't help but plant his mouth on hers, kissing her feverishly through their breathy pants. She welcomed his tongue and caressed it with her own, her hands suddenly gently stroking his unshaven cheeks as he rolled off her and sank onto the sheets at her side without ever breaking the kiss. He felt himself being drawn completely into her taste and her smell and it wasn't until he noticed Ruby's head buried in Tasha's neck and sucking loudly that he even remembered the demon was there also.

He pulled back slightly, allowing Ruby full access to Tasha's mouth and watched as the demon moved her flicking tongue up past the girl's ear and over to her already parted lips. Tasha's eyes were closed and she moaned softly as Ruby turned her head towards her and the two naked women made out, their hands roaming lazily over each other's bodies.

Sam pulled a pillow under their heads and slid an arm over Tasha's waist, quite content to listen to the soft moans Ruby's gentle attentions were eliciting. The lack of sleep, emotional overload, slight excess of alcohol, incredible sex and multiple orgasms, or all of the above had apparently tired Tasha out for within two minutes she was fast asleep between Sam and Ruby, each of whom had a hand gently stroking her naked form.

Ruby remained quiet for a few moments after Tasha's breathing had evened out, though her hand moved from stroking the brunette to stroking Sam's naked hip. "That was nice," she said finally, her tone pleasant and sounding sincere.

Sam let out a huff of laughter, not sure what to make of the demon's instigation of the whole thing or her now seemingly genuine compassion for Tasha. He didn't get a chance to figure it out, however, because Ruby sat up and leaned over the sleeping girl to give him a quick, probing kiss before hopping off the bed and grabbing for her scattered clothes.

"You leaving?" he asked in a hushed voice, not all that surprised.

"Gotta go digging around," Ruby replied, yanking on her jeans. "Make sure the demons don't know you're here."

Sam laid his head back down on the pillow, his hand still resting in the curve of Tasha's naked waist. "Thanks," was all he said, though he meant it sincerely.

"Don't mention it." Ruby's usual snippiness was back and he watched her haul on her boots and let herself out.

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Sam lay awake for a long time afterwards, his naked body pressed up against Tasha's as she lay sleeping next to him. He wondered what this night would mean for them. He remembered the petite hunter in his arms had admitted to only sleeping with Dean because she had been grieving the loss of her aunt and had needed a distraction. He had no doubts this was the same situation, for him as well as Tasha. But he couldn't help but rationalize that a deep and strong bond had blossomed from that first night of passion for Tasha and Dean. Could the same happen for them?

He knew they had agreed to stick together 'as friends' and he had been fine with that but after what had just happened… He ran his fingertips along the curve of her waist, up over her hips and down the length of her thighs. Yes, he definitely wanted to keep having sex. He didn't want to go back to being friends. God, even watching her sleep right now and feeling her hot breath on his neck, he wanted to touch her and kiss her and Jesus, he wanted to fuck her all over again.

He hadn't been with many girls. There had been a couple of one-night incidents in high school but Jessica was the first girl he had really known and cared about. As much as he loved Jessica and enjoyed making love to her, he had always restrained himself with her, forcing himself to stay gentle and loving, containing the beast he knew was lurking within.

Tasha was different. He could fuck her as hard as he liked and she took it, screaming for more like a true champ. And she did it without Ruby's advantage of demon strength and stamina. Ruby was a good lay when he just wanted to get off with no feelings involved, but Tasha was a whole different story. He'd first experienced a primal, unrestrained lay with Madison but one night was all he had been given with her and in hindsight, her animal magnetism and fierceness in the sack probably had something to do with the fact that she was a werewolf. Yes, he decided, he definitely wanted Tasha to stick around. He had no doubts what had separated her from the pack for his brother and had suspicions the same could happen for him if he let it. If she let it.

There was a quiet knock on the door and he gritted his teeth at the intrusion, suspecting it was Ruby coming back to feed him some line about impending Lillith trouble. He slipped his arm out from under Tasha, careful not to wake her, and hauled on his jeans as he made his way to the door. Always a hunter, he automatically slipped his .45 in the back of his pants as he ran a hand through his hair, just in case it wasn't Ruby.

He couldn't make anything out through the peephole and opened the door cautiously, gasping at what he saw. He threw the door open to face a figure slumped against the door frame, hollow-eyed and shaking. Glazed-over, hazel eyes met his as the man took a swaying step forward.

"S'my," he rasped before collapsing into Sam's arms.

"Dean!" Sam cried, catching his brother as he fell.

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A/N: Like I said, I was nervous about this chapter. Sorry it was so long - I hope you all liked it and aren't too disappointed in Sam and Tasha. Go ahead and be as mad as you like at Ruby, however LOL. Hope Dean's arrival was a bit of a surprise :-) In case you're worried, I can promise you this isn't going to turn into an episode of Gossip Girl with sappy relationship drama. Please review and let me know what you thought.