The scene changed to what looks like a 5 start hotel room. Sam was dressed in a tight, short, red dress, "Happy?" Gabriel looked at Sam.
Sam stood up and dusted herself off, "Yes. But what are you going to force on me now?" Sam knew something was coming...and soon.
"Just... stuff," Gabe smirked and kissed Sam, holding her waist. Sam put on a face of disgust but on the inside, she was actually starting to like it. And she hated herself for it. Gabe pulled back and licked his lips, "Oh, princess, don't act like you didn't like that," Gabe smirked, still holding her hips.
"Fine, what do you want?" Sam rolled her eyes and wiped her lips.
"Well," Gabe smirked, "that dress is pretty and all, but, why don't you take it off?"
"What?!" Sam was appalled.
"I think you heard me, princess," Gabe said smoothly.
"You're sick!" Sam tried to walk away, but fell to the ground by the zap Gabriel gave her.
"Where do you think you're going, princess?" Gabe shook his head and walked over to her.
"Just leave me alone," Sam curled into a ball in pain.
Gabriel sent another shock through her, "I'd suggest you get your pretty little ass up,"
Sam slowly stood up, tears threatening to burst. She slowly took off the straps of her dress and pulled it off.
Gabriel smirked; "Now that wasn't so hard, was it, princess?" he looked her up and down. She had on a red lace bra and matching panties.
"You sick perv!" Sam said with disgust as she spat in his face.
"Now, now, Sammy," He wiped his face off, "let's not get too feisty. That's for later," He winked and continued checking her out.
"What now?" Sam was barely audible, afraid she would get shocked again.
Gabe chuckled to himself, "Oh, princess, don't be scared of me, he walked closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder, "I would never hurt you,"
"You asked me too fucking strip dance, and then strip down! You sick bastard!"
Gabe shocked her lips and raised his voice slightly, "watch your language with me," his voice calmed back down, "I don't want to hurt you, you're too pretty. But I will," Gabe turned around and threw his hands in the air, "Can we quit dwelling on the past?" he said in his sarcastic tone, "it would be a lie to tell me that you're not enjoying every second of this."
It was the truth. He was right. She... She loved Gabe. She would never admit it, but the shocking made her love grow.
She just looked at him. Gabe watched her closely, and then sauntered over to the door. He opened it, "You're free to go." he knew she wouldn't, he could see the hunger in her eyes.
She stayed there not knowing what to do. She wanted to leave but at the same time she wanted to stay. Gabe raised an eyebrow and watched Sam, "That's what I thought," he said after a few minutes. He walked up behind her and kisses her neck "tell me to stop, and I will," he whispered before planting another soft kiss on her skin.
Sam stood there expressionless. It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Gabe smirked and slipped a finger under the strap of her bra, letting it hang off her shoulder. Sam closed her eyes in pleasure. She finally worked up the courage to turn around. She pressed her lips against his. It was everything she imagined. Gabe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He deepened their kiss and let his tongue explore her mouth. Sam felt Gabe's rough yet smooth tongue invade her mouth. She couldn't imagine what Dean would think if he, uh, she saw this.