Tell me you're joking.
So, get this… a Wendigo hunt in Winchester, Virginia. Yeah, Sam was pretty sure that wasn't anything ironic, but he didn't care about that.
NOT IN THE LEAST.
He also didn't care about the fact that his brother, Cas and a reluctant hunter who had tagged along, actually she found the clues to the case, were sitting outside the door to the small bathroom where he and Ali were locked in a raging tongue duel. He also didn't care about the fact that her moans seemed to echo through the small space as the heated water blasted down on her back.
What he did care about was that he was two fingers deep inside her as his tongue continued it's assault on that beautiful mouth. And that he was harder than a rock as her fingers wrapped around his cock, gliding upwards and pulling a moan from him as she tugged hard on the head.
Christ she knew just how to get him off.
He so needed this, since it had been a constant go for two days, driving the long haul from Massachusetts where they had picked the girls up, all the way down to the motel that they now occupied. Cas and Dean swapping off on which one slept in the bed with Bee and Ali, because though Sam could really never get enough of the girl, finding himself sleeping in another one's bed while she was so close was something he couldn't do.
One hand gripping his hair tight, the other fisting his cock hard, Sam was in heaven as he curled his fingers, knuckle deep in her tight heat and he was waiting for it… waiting for the tell-tale clench of her muscles, the whimper from her lips as she came and as his balls tightened, there it was.
She moaned into his mouth, not letting him go as she went up on her tiptoes, extra sensitive to the thumb that rubbed over her clit. So much so that she was trying to get away even with the wall behind her.
Sam groaned, he felt himself shake and suddenly he was coming. Ropes of need and tension splashing down on her stomach but it didn't matter because the soap was right there beside him.
He didn't move his fingers as he released her lips to place his forehead against hers, but she slowly slid her hands over his shoulders, holding on for life as her legs shook.
"Nothing like a handjob and a fingerfuck first thing in the morning," she laughed as Sam slowly withdrew, pulling another moan from her. "Ugh! Do that again and we're not leaving the shower."
"Really?" he grinned, "is that seriously a threat?"
"Tell me you're joking!" Dean screamed from just outside the door. "Screw this, if you two are going to fuck around again, I'm coming in to take a piss!"
"Hang on a second." Sam yelled back, not that he cared if Dean came in but he just wanted a few more blitzed out seconds.
"Fine!"
Seriously, the dude was a twelve-year-old.
Sam backed away, sighed and grabbed a towel, one that he quickly dried off with and pulled on his sweatpants. It was just Cas and Bee out there after all, he was sure she could handle the sight of his bare chest.
Sam opened the door and Dean raised a brow.
"You done?" Was the older one's question
"Yeah," Sam winked and looked back at the silhouette of the woman in the shower, her forehead leaning against the wall, her eyes probably closed. "For now."