Making Love to an Angel

Sam and Erela got upstairs, into Erela's room and shut and locked the door behind them. Erela pushed Sam against the door and kissed him passionately. They grabbed at every part of each other they could get ahold of. Erela noticed at one point that she was glowing because of her grace and wasn't sure if she was making Sam do this or he was doing it himself. Frankly, she didn't really care, but she asked anyways.

"So you really want to do this, huh?" Erela whispered against Sam's lips as he stroked her wings.

"Yes," Sam replied simply, kissing Erela and pulling her into him.

She slipped her hands up the front of his shirt, feeling the muscles of his chest and tracing her fingers over some of his scars, giving him goosebumps. Sam slipped his hands up the back of Erela's shirt and unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down her arms. Sam tossed the bra into a corner and started caressing Erela's breasts and playing with her wings. Erela grinded her hips against Sam and he moaned softly. Erela then backed up and pulled off her shirt, tossing it away. Sam stared, just as he had that morning. Erela stood just out of Sam's reach and wrapped her wings around herself, smirking.

"Come and get me, baby," Erela teased. Before she could react, Sam had crossed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, wings and all. He kissed her neck and her collarbone, slipping his hands onto the back pockets of Erela's jeans. Sam reached between them while they were kissing and unbuttoned Erela's pants. He slid the skin-tight denim down her legs and stepped back as she unwrapped her wings from her torso. Sam admired the view and looked Erela up and down before she tossed her pants into the corner of her room and laid down on the bed with her hands behind her head and her legs crossed.

"Come here, Sammy. Show me exactly how much you want to do this," she said with a smirk. Sam stripped down to his boxers and joined her on the bed. He straddled her and sat there for a moment, looking her up and down as he lazily stroked her wing. She watched him carefully, looking him up and down as well. He noticed that she barely had a scar on her aside from the ones he had pointed out earlier, probably due to her healing powers, whereas he was covered in scars and was slightly embarrassed by that fact. Erela reached up and stroked one of the longer scars on his chest, sending shivers up his spine. She moved her hand up to his anti-possession tattoo and pushed some grace into it, causing it to tingle and glow slightly. Suddenly, she grabbed Sam by the shoulders and pulled him down on top of her, all the while kissing him passionately. Sam pinned her arms to the bed and she squirmed playfully, rubbing herself against him. She nibbled at his earlobe and the base of his neck, causing him to let out little hums of pleasure. Sam kissed his way down Erela's neck to her breasts and began kissing and licking and sucking them, causing her to gasp and arch her back, her wings twitching slightly.

Erela rolled off of Sam, panting. Sam was panting as well. They laid there for a moment, side by side, gathering the energy to move. It was Erela who moved first, rolling onto her side and scooting closer to Sam. She rested her head over the tattoo on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He stroked her hair absently.

"Are you hungry?" she asked him after a long while, feeling her stomach growl slightly. All of that exercise had worked off the alcohol and food in both their bodies.

"Yeah, I guess," he responded after a moment, kissing the top of Erela's head. She looked up at him after kissing his chest a few times. His hair was a mess and his face was still slightly flushed.

"Alright, I'll be right back," Erela said, sitting up. Sam frowned slightly as she moved; the parts of him that she had been touching were suddenly cold. "You better not be asleep when I get back," she warned, pulling on her panties and the shirt that Sam had been wearing earlier.

"Mmhmm," he replied. She knew it was an empty promise, but went downstairs anyways. When she did, she found that Dean and Cas were nowhere to be seen. She wondered where they had gone until she found a messy note on the coffee table.

Erela and Sam,

Ran out with Cas to get food around 4. Figured we should give you some privacy.

Dean

P.S. Cas borrowed Erela's leather coat. I'll make sure he/she(?) doesn't ruin it.

Erela smiled and made her way into the kitchen. At least Dean was considerate. She pulled a bag of chips and some cookies out of the cupboard and went back upstairs. When she opened her door, she found Sam sitting up on her bed.

"Hey, you're not asleep!" she exclaimed, surprised, setting the food down on the bed and taking off the clothes she had on. Sam smiled at her and opened his arms. Erela nestled into them and he kissed her on the head once again.

"Your wings are gone, you know," he said.

"No they're not, they're—Oh. You can't see them." Sam shook his head. "Well I don't know how to… Turn them on and off," Erela explained. "I'll have to ask Cas about that." She closed her eyes, feeling Sam's warmth envelop her. Eventually she drifted off to sleep and Sam laid her down with her head on the pillow. He moved the food off of the bed and laid down beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist.