This chapter is pretty much just Sam and Elena smut. You've been warned. Seriously, there is very little plot here.
Day of the Dead
Chapter Four: Medicine
Sam opened his eyes slowly and looked down at Elena. She had her head resting on his shoulder, her body curled against his while she slept. He smiled, brushing some hair out of her face. He still couldn't believe she was with him, let alone married to him. He was going to spend the rest of his life with her. He kissed her head and ran his fingers through her hair, just watching her. They had a lot of shit going on in their lives right now, but he had this with her, this peace.
Elena burrowed deeper against him. "Morning," she mumbled against his chest.
"How'd you sleep?"
She shrugged and finally looked up at him. "Could have been better. We don't have to go hunting with John today, do we?"
Sam shook his head. John had sent out a text the night before to everyone. Apparently he'd found a hunt involving what he thought was vampires two states over. Sam wasn't planning on going with him. He didn't want to hunt with John, not after what he'd pulled with the kid who was bewitching the town. "No, in fact," he started, rolling over, putting Elena under him, "we don't even have to get out of bed."
She grinned and looked up at him. "I think I like the sound of that." Elena ran her hands over his bare chest. "You know, we never did get that wedding night." Things had been too crazy and tensions had been too high. They'd ended up talking about John being back and passing out instead of making love all night like they were supposed to.
Sam took one of her hands in his and kissed her palm. "Well, then I guess I need to start making up for that." He smirked and dipped his head, brushing his lips over her neck. "How many days have we been married, Mrs. Winchester?"
Elena couldn't help the dumb smile that danced over her lips. "Six," she answered. Had it really only been six days?
He hummed and kissed his way across her throat to her lips. "Then I believe I ow you six mind blowing orgasms." He smirked looking down at her, pulling her shirt over her head. He left her bare in a pair of black, lacy, boy cut panties.
"Pretty sure that's going to kill me." She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him down for a kiss. Sam smirked against her mouth, fisting a hand in her hair. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her hips and rubbing against him. He groaned. She was pure heat against his aching cock. He needed to get inside of her.
Sam slowly kissed his way down her neck and over the slope of a breast. He cupped it in his hand, brushing his thumb over the hardening nipple. He smirked, looking up at her, his hair framing his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "It's just begging to be sucked."
Elena gasped and arched her back when Sam closed his lips around her nipple, drawing it into his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair as all coherent thoughts left her. All there was in the world was her and Sam and the pleasure coursing through her like a lightning storm. Sam sucked gently, his other hand released her hair. He pinched and rolled her neglected nipple between his fingers. Elena moaned, pulling his lips closer to her skin. She was drowning in a sea of sensation. "Sam, baby please," she begged. "I need you lower."
She felt him smirk around her nipple. He scraped his teeth over it, biting gently before he released it with a wet pop. "Patients," he whispered. "I promised you six mind blowing orgasms and I plan to keep my word." Sam dipped his head again, kissing the skin between her breasts, slowly making his way down her torso to her belly. Elena gasped and arched when he dipped his tongue into her belly button. He smirked and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties.
Elena lifted her hips as he pulled them down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder. She bit her lip. Watching him move was enough to soak her. His long hair was pushed back, disheveled, the muscles in his arms bulged, his veins popping as they supported his weight. He lowered himself to the bed and hooked his fingers around her thighs, spreading her wide and draping them over his shoulders.
She bit her lip as he nosed her. He darted his tongue out, licking her from bottom to top, curling and flicking her clit on the upsweep. She arched her back, fingers gripping his hair. "First, I'm going to make you come, all over my tongue," he gritted out. His hands clenched around her thighs. He would never get enough of her. Ever.
He dipped his tongue inside of her, moaning against her slick folds. She was the sweetest damn thing he'd ever tasted. He could die a happy man, right here, between her legs. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. A swell of pure primal pride swept through him with her near scream of pleasure.
Elena wrapped her legs around Sam's neck, her fingers anchoring into his hair. Stars were dancing in front of her eyes and Sam was just getting stated. He was trying to kill her, he really was. "Oh fuck." Her back snapped into an arch when he moaned around her. He was racing her towards her first orgasm. "Right there," she moaned. Sam swirled his tongue around the left half of her clit with just the right amount of pressure. He did it again, and again.
She screamed as her orgasm crashed down around her. Her body tensed, her mind fogged over, her breath caught in her throat. When she was able to breathe and think again, she looked down at Sam. He still had her legs draped over his shoulders and the most satisfied smirk on his face. "One down, five more to go."
Elena smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, dropping her legs from his shoulders as he kissed his way back up her body. "Baby, I don't know if I can handle another five of those." She bit her lip when he paused to suck on a nipple.
He kissed her, his tongue fucking her mouth. She moaned, tasting herself on him, pressing harder against him, rubbing her breasts across his naked chest. Hell, if he wanted to kill her, she was going to go happy.
Sam slipped a hand down her side and brushed his fingers over her pussy. She shuddered and arched into his touch. He smirked, fisting a hand in her hair. He snapped her head back at the same time he pushed three fingers into her. "You don't have much of a choice, baby," he told her, his voice low and lust drunk. "I'm going to watch you come on my fingers, and then on my cock."
Elena's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could get off on his voice alone when he was in the right mood. Good god, he was perfect. He curled his fingers, rubbing them against the one spot inside of her that drove her crazy. Sam chuckled when she bit her nails into his skin. "Your cunt is so tight," he whispered, watching her as he pumped his fingers. "Do you like the way my fingers feel inside of your hot, tight, wet pussy?"
"Oh, god, Sam. Please, don't stop." She rocked her hips, riding his fingers, trying to get to that next orgasm. She could feel the tight coil in her belly tightening and roiling.
"Don't you worry about that baby," he assured her. "I'm not going to stop." He thrusted his fingers inside of her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, trying to pull him in. Sam knew she was close. "Come for me baby," he ordered. "Let me fucking see it." He watched her as she exploded on his fingers, her orgasm tearing through her. Her nails bit into his skin, drawing blood. He kissed her hard, pulling his fingers from her.
His cock was aching, hard, he needed to get inside of her. "You look so hot when you come." He kissed her head, taking his dick in his hand. He stroked it a few times before he guided it to her dripping opening. "You ready for me baby?"
"Sam if you don't fuck me right now—" Elena broke off on a breathless scream when Sam thrusted into her, burying himself to the hilt. Her hands fisted in his hair as he rocked against her, stretching and filling her. "Oh my god."
Sam dipped his head, nipping at her ear lobe. "God's not here Elena, just me." He slammed into her, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. He kissed her neck, groaning as she clenched around him. He was determined to give her those six orgasms. He reached between them and rubbed her oversensitive clit with his thumb, speeding up his thrusts. Elena screamed, her nails dragging over his skin. Her pussy squeezed his dick as he forced another orgasm out of her. He slowed his thrusts, working her through it. Elena's hands fell to the bed limply, her chest heaving as she tried to draw in oxygen.
"Three down," he smirked against her neck. "Halfway there." He slowly pulled out of her and Elena whined at the loss. Sam flipped her onto her hands and knees and pulled her hips up. She bit her lip, lowering the top half of her body to the sheets when he pressed between her shoulder blades. Sam ran his hands over the globes of her ass, smoothing them up her back. She bit her lip, arching into his touch like a cat in heat. "I love this ass," he said, squeezing it roughly before giving it a good smack.
Elena moaned and pressed back against him. "Prove it," she provoked.
Sam chuckled and lined himself up with her. "You're just begging for me to ruin you." He pushed just the head of his cock into her. He leaned over her and fisted a hand in her hair. He pulled, snapping her head back as he slammed his hips forward, sinking into her tight, wet, heat. She moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "You like it when I pull your hair, don't you?" He left hot, open mouth kisses all along her spine as he rode her hard. "You love it when I pound your tight little pussy."
Elena gasped, rocking her hips back against him. She was burning up. Her nerve endings were on fire. She was sure that before he'd gotten her to her sixth orgasm she was going to explode. She squeezed Sam's dick as he pounded against her. "You feel so good," she moaned out. "So big and thick inside of me."
Sam slapped her ass again and doubled his efforts. The bed slammed against the wall with the power of each thrust. He pulled sharply on her hair as he rubbed her clit again. Elena's mind went completely blank when her fourth orgasm crashed over her. Sam gently eased out of her and stretched her out on the bed. He spooned himself against her back and ran his hand over her hip, up to cup her breast. He playfully stroked her nipple with his thumb, leaving kisses along her neck. "Need a break?" he asked. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her to pass out. She nodded her head, too blissed out to actually form a simple word like 'yes'. He smirked, more than full of himself as he stroked her skin and kissed her neck and shoulder. He'd let her rest for a bit before he finished.
But that didn't stop him from grinding his achingly hard cock against her ass. He buried his head against her neck and breathed her in as he rocked his hips. Elena moaned softly. She reached between them and stroked him with her fingers, running her thumb through the pre come gathering at the tip. He bit his lip, arching into her hand. If she kept that up she wasn't going to get much of a break. "Just can't keep your hands off me, can you?" he teased. "You're too fucked out to even talk, but you still want my dick." He moved her hand away, and guided himself to her, chuckling when she whined but arched her back. "You just want me to fill you up, to make you scream as you come around my dick."
"Sammy," she breathed out. "Please."
"Please what, my little cock slut?" He kept his hips still, nestled inside her hot cunt.
"Fuck me."
He smirked and pulled his hips back, thrusting in again with a slow stroke. She was so much tighter like this, on her side with her legs pressed together. He bit her neck, then turned her head so he could kiss her, his hips gradually picking up speed. Elena moaned into his mouth. She took his hand and wrapped his arm around her, lacing their fingers as he fucked her. Their bodies slipped against each other, drenched in sweat. Hair stuck to skin. The sound of Sam slamming his hips against her filled the room. His tongue mimicked his hips, fucking her mouth the way his cock was fucking her pussy. He was getting close himself, he needed to speed things along. Her clit was so sensitive it only took a few flicks from his finger before she was crying out and coming around him again. He groaned. It took everything inside of him not to blow right then and there.
Sam gently eased out of her and rolled her onto her back, nestling himself between her legs. She shook her head as he eased inside of her overly sensitive cunt again. "I can't," she panted.
"You can." He cupped her face, kissing her softly. "One last time baby." He rested his forehead against hers, staring into her gorgeous eyes. "Just one more time. I want you to come with me." He pushed her drenched hair away from her face and kissed her. He slid his hands up her sides, up her arms, holding them over her head as he laced their fingers. This time he was slow, gentle, creating a soft wave of passion that enveloped them both. Their sweat slicked bodies slid and rocked against each other as he kissed her. "I love you," he whispered against her lips. "I'm never letting you go."
Elena stared up into his eyes when he pressed his forehead against hers again. She was right there on the verge. "Sam, I'm so close."
"I know baby." He kissed her, staring down into her. "Come for me, I want to feel it." He kissed her hard, his tongue plundering her mouth. Elena moaned into her kiss, her body arching against his as she came. Sam didn't hold back this time, couldn't. He groaned into the kiss, his fingers tightening around hers as he came, spilling himself deep inside of her. Gasping for air, drenched in sweat, and completely blissed out, he gently eased out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her.
Elena rolled, resting her head on his chest as she tried to catch her breath. "Not getting a wedding night was so worth it," she whispered. Sam laughed breathlessly, wrapping her up in his arms. No one had ever made him this happy in his life. He kissed her head, stroking small circles over her back as she quickly fell asleep again.
xXx
Dalia slipped the empty clip out of her gun, staring down the shooting range at the third target she'd annihilated. She was trying to blow off some steam and to stay away from Dean. He was trying to stay away from her as far as she could tell. He'd gone off on another hunt with John. He'd left her a note, telling her it was a simple salt and burn five hours away. He was planning on being home before she went to bed and then he wanted to talk. She wasn't interested. As far as she was concerned John was poison and Dean needed to stay away from him.
She sighed and walked out of the gun range, going to her room. Whatever Dean was doing with John she didn't care. She wanted to care, god she wished she could care. But she was done. Her heart hurt too damn much. She stripped out of her clothes and pulled on one of Dean's shirts. She slipped into the bed and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Part of her wanted to wait up, just to make sure Dean got home okay. She didn't trust John to have his back in a fight. Not really.
She rolled onto her side. "Castiel, if you can hear me…I need you."
"Dalia." Castiel appeared by the bed. She looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. Cas sat down on the bed beside her, guiding her head onto his lap. He stroked her hair, letting her cry, to get it all out.
"I don't know what to do."
He sighed above her. "I wish I did." He looked down at her, stroking her hair away from her face. "Things will get better. If there's one thing I've come to learn it's that Dean always makes things right in the end."
She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of Dean's borrowed shirt. She could smell him on it. Gun powder, motor oil, and spice. A fresh wave of grief washed over her. "My heart hurts, Castiel."
He bent down and kissed her head. "What can I do?" She shook her head. She honestly didn't know. He stretched out on the bed beside her, allowing her to cocoon herself in his arms. He didn't know what he could do for her. He knew from experience that it was difficult to reason with Dean. If he could give her this small comfort than he would.
"What the hell is this?" They both looked up. Dean was standing in the doorway, watching them. Arms crossed. He looked pissed. He was still dressed in his FBI suit from the hunt. Dalia sat up, pulling away from Castiel.
"Dean, it's nothing," Cas said. "She just needed some comfort."
"Get out," he growled. Castiel gave Dalia an apologetic look before disappearing. Dean glared at Dalia. "Do you want to explain yourself?" he asked.
"Nothing happened," she snapped, wiping her eyes. "Damn it, Dean. Just go away."
"That's not going to happen." He looked at her. "Are you really that mad at me that you'd talk to Castiel, cry in front of him, instead of talking to me?"
"You're breaking my heart," she shouted. "You leave without telling me and I don't know if you're coming back alive or not!" She covered her face. "I can't keep doing this."
He walked over to her, cupping her face. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her. "I promise."
She pushed him away, but Dean wasn't having it. He held her against him, kissing her hard. Dalia wanted to fight it, she didn't want this. She wanted to hate him right now. She was so mad, so hurt. "You're mine, Dalia," he whispered. She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving in to him. She needed this. She needed him.
She rested her head against his shoulder and just breathed him in. "I need to know you're okay. I know he's your dad. I know you love him, but damn it, Dean I don't trust him."
Dean rubbed her back, holding her close. He didn't know she was so upset, that she was hurting this much. It was all his fault. He thought everything was going to be okay. She had her soul back, no one was trying to kill them. John was back. He didn't realize that he was the one causing her all the pain this time. "I'm sorry, Dalia." He kissed her head. "I won't go off without you again." I promise.
She wished she could believe that. But she couldn't. She was just going to have to make sure that Dean didn't hunt without her. Not anymore. She let him lay her down let him hold her. She didn't know who brought John back, she didn't know why, and she didn't care anymore. She was going to protect Dean. He was too close to the situation to see that John wasn't good for him. She was going to have to save him this time. She was going to be his medicine.