They came back to the hotel and got cleaned up. Sam realized he should have been sore and tired from their adventure today, but he felt like he could climb a mountain. The adrenalin was pumping in anticipation of tonight.

Sam was a member of a science study group, but they only met on even days of the week. Tonight was Friday. Dean gave him a lift to the library and then headed to the club.

Sam walked into the college library. Chalice was sitting at the usual table reading, not looking up for one second. She was wearing a tight body suit with a frilly blue sundress over the top. Everything she wore flattered her perfect hourglass shape. Her golden blond hair cascaded down her back and ended in a symphony of curls. As Sam approached, she crossed her arms and leaned them on the table. It looked as though her massive breasts were going to tumble right out of her dress. Sam licked his lips.

"Oh Crap!" he cursed to himself, realizing he was starting to get an erection. That's all he needed, a raging hard on right in the middle of the library. Chalice smiled. Sam quickly sat down next to her.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" he tried to sound mad, but he wasn't really.

"Stop staring at my boobs then," Chalice smirked. "So, my lovely boyfriend, what were you doing Wednesday night?"

Sam had considered telling Dean about his girlfriend Chalice, but he decided against it. Maybe it was because the end of the world was approaching, but Sam saw nothing wrong with rushing into a relationship. He'd only known her for a couple of weeks, and they started having sex right after they met. But he honestly was in love with this girl. She was as intelligent and fun as she was sexy. No, he couldn't tell Dean about her, he'd be jealous and try to steal her. But she wouldn't be interested in him…he wasn't sophisticated enough for a woman as experimental as Chalice.

"I went to a club to watch my brother sing with a band…God, that's so weird!" he began to tell her how his brother had no previous musical ability, but she changed the subject.

"Oooo, I didn't know you liked going to clubs," Chalice said excitedly. "There's a club that just opened up down the street…it's about time we went dancing."

Sam started laughing uncontrollably. "What makes you think I can dance?"

"If you can fuck, then you can dance," she stated bluntly. Sam almost blushed. He knew resistance was futile. He was intimidated, but he felt confident she wouldn't let him look bad; she knew what she was doing. She always wanted him to try new things, and he always had a great time…especially in the bedroom. He didn't think he ever loved a woman as much he loved her.

He could hear the song "Army of One" by Bjork blasting from the outside of the club. His knees shock; he'd fought demons and monsters and went to Hell, but nothing right now was scarier than dancing to this strange music. Once they entered the club, she allowed him to sit and drink for a while as she danced by herself. The dance floor was practically empty. It was worth coming here to be able to watch her, he mused to himself; she was mesmerizing. The song "We Can Take the World" by She Wants Revenge began to play and she motioned to Sam to join her. He swallowed…it was show time.

He was terrified of stepping on her foot, because he knew he would break it. Fortunately, he barely had to move his feet at all. She had a dancer's body, and right now she gracefully lifted her dancer's leg and stretched all the way to his shoulder. He instinctively knew he wanted him to lift her, and she wrapped her other leg around his waist. He didn't realize this was a dance move; it was a sexual position they had used the other night. She was so limber, she could contort into any position he wanted. They were always trying different positions they read about from the Karma Sutra and other sources on the internet.

He had ever inch of her body memorized. All she had to do was move a certain way, and he knew how to move in response, as though they were psychically linked. She was using his body like a jungle gym, or a stripper pole. His muscular arms were holding her in various provocative positions, mimicking their favorite sexual positions. She would flip her body gracefully and land on her feet. Sam was glad Dean wasn't there; the dirty dancing jokes would have never ended. But dancing with her was turning him on, and he never dreamed he would ever do anything like this. People in the club began to gather around to watch, to marvel at the couple's athleticism. Sam and Chalice got a standing ovation once they were finished.

They raced back to her place. Sam, while standing, held her in many of the same positions he had held her on the dance floor; but now that they were buck naked, all the grace was gone. He screwed her hard and rough. He was able to maneuver her into different positions more effortlessly than before; the dancing served a purpose after all. He bit her nipples and pulled her hair; she bit his neck and smacked his ass. The light from the blue neon clock in her room reflected off their sweaty bodies. He laid her on her back on her dresser while he stood and continued to pump her. He clutched her tits. They both began to yell out, getting closer to climax. The yelling got louder and louder. Upon orgasm, Sam yelled out so loud that he set off Chalice's car alarm outside…just like his brother had done, unbeknownst to Sam, the night before. Both of these men setting off Chalice's car alarm was becoming a common thing.

"I'm glad I live out in the county," Chalice thought to herself.

Once he came, a look of sheer euphoria and bliss softened his O face, turning it into a smile. Chalice and Sam tumbled into bed, spent. Sam knew something was wrong. Sex had never felt like this before, like a religious experience. Whenever she made him come, he felt as though all the pain and suffering in his life was being sucked out of his body, to be replaced with peace and tranquility. He felt like he was on a powerful drug that gave him more energy and clarity of thought then he ever had before. It must be some kind of a spell. So, if she was a monster, what was she? If she was going kill him, she would have by now. Besides, the Earth was going to end, and he really didn't have much faith in the formula he concocted. If they must die then he wanted them to go at the same time…he wouldn't be able to live without her.

Sam was lying on his back. "Poor Baby, your muscles must be sore," Chalice dripped some kind of pleasant smelling ointment on his chest and arms. She began to give him an allover body massage. She was secretly looking for any excuse to continue to fondle his magnificent body. Sam's muscles weren't sore, but he wasn't about to stop her. Dancer, masseuse, was there anything this girl couldn't do? He never felt so relaxed. She took such good care of him, there was no way she could be a monster. Once she was done with his front, he rolled over so she could rub down his back.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Sam asked.

"Ah Baby, we've been over this. I know I work and go to school. I only have odd nights free."

"What about Sunday?"

"No Silly, I'll be in church all day, but I'll see you Monday," she giggled and kissed his back. He drifted off to sleep happily.