I think we all have to fight the werewolf within us somehow.

William Kempe


"Well, we now know she ain't in the States no more," Lola rubbed her eyes as well as possible without smearing her make-up. It had taken a while, but they'd eventually found out that Zoe's phone was no longer in her provider's coverage zone; that left Canada, since Mexico seemed a little too far away for them to have reached it within this time.

"Makes sense, too," Dean murmured. Woods, forests, plains; sparsely populated. It would be easy to go by unnoticed, and furthermore: unnoticed by the hunters, who made a rule out of not crossing country lines.

"How does that make sense?"

"Nothing," Dean sighed. He so wasn't in the mood for the revelation speech tonight.

"Okay. Well, you're hiding something from me, but luckily for you, I am way too tired to be persistent." Lola stood up, "Feel free to crash on the couch, though I wouldn't mind sharing my bed, either – it's way more comfy. And yes, that was an invitation, but, not that I ever thought this day would come, I am too exhausted for activities of any kind; so, not tonight."

Dean smiled faintly. "Who even said I want you in the first place?"

"Please," she waved a hand dismissingly as she dragged her body to the bathroom, "It's obvious. Besides, I want you, and I always get what I want, so clear your calendar for tomorrow."

"Do I look like some rentable toy boy to you?"

Lola's head appeared in the doorway, toothbrush in the corner of her mouth as she eyed him up and down, "Yes, absolutely."

"Guess you would know."

Lola narrowed her eyes, sadly not finding a reply to that. That was a first for her.

Whether Dean wanted her or not couldn't be sussed out this night, seeing as ten minutes later, they were sound asleep, lying next to each other in a nearly-embrace.


"That was a close call," Zoe breathed when Sam slammed her into the wall, hoisted her up on the closet and pushed her skirt up to her waist. The young moon shone onto her pale thighs, and Sam knew all too well where he'd sink his teeth in tonight.

"Not really," he replied, fangs full extended, and shredded yet another of her blouses – the third one this month, and it was only the 2nd June. "I'd have gladly ravished you in the middle of the forest, too."

"Mhm," she mumbled and made quick riddance of his jeans. "Though all those twigs are such a nuisance, and who knows, there may be a lone she-wolf roaming out there, and I'm really, really possessive of what's mine." Zoe pushed Sam closer towards her by digging her claw-like nails into his lower back. "Show me who I belong to," she whispered throatily.

"Shouldn't you know by now?" Hungrily his mouth devoured hers.

"I like being shown repeatedly." Her gaze may have been seductive if her eyes weren't glowing so animalishly; though to Sam, that was exactly their appeal. If he had at point planned to take it slow tonight – which he hadn't – those intentions flew out the window the very second she was completely naked in front of him, perfect thighs wrapped around his waist and voluptuous breasts heaving against his muscle-packed chest.

"Then a showing you'll get," with that said, Sam entered her deeply with one powerful thrust, extracting a sharp intake of breath from her. Zoe's heels dug into his back, taking him deeper as her lips were pressed against his neck. "Want to taste you so bad…" Her tongue grazed over his skin teasingly, sending him into an even wilder frenzy as he pounded into her. She didn't feel the bruising as her back hit the wall roughly and repeatedly, if anything, it turned her on even more.

With the first wave of her orgasm, Zoe sunk her fangs into Sam's neck, moaning his name as she tasted his blood on her tongue.

Literally screwing his plans to mark her flawless pale thighs tonight, Sam drew blood by roughly manhandling her hips, then bit her shoulder as her walls clamped around his cock. Zoe's deep red blood flowed down her naked chest as well as her luscious hips, over her pelvis and on to her thighs. "Fuck, you're so hot and sexy," he groaned.

"All yours," Zoe breathed heavily, hand buried in Sam's hair as she pulled him closer to her to make him taste his own blood on her lips and vice versa. The taste of the two of them mingling in a wet, hot kiss was utterly erotic and turning on, not that further arousal was necessary.

"It better."

Zoe smiled wolfishly in every sense of the word, and with a fierce push, they both landed on the ground, Zoe straddling Sam and never stopping in their heated rocking rhythm. She threw her toffee hair back over her shoulder, and as she slowly sat up straighter, she raked her claws over Sam's firm chest, leaving behind trails of blood. After the plowing came the reaping; Zoe leaned down and licked up line after line of blood, like an addict and his lines of coke. Except for the product, it was essentially the same.

Sam growled deeply, and any other being but Zoe would have understood it as the threat it was and ran, but she knew she had nothing to fear of Sam.

"So fucking good," Zoe smiled and ran her tongue over her lips to not waste one drop. Patience left the building for good and Sam whirled them around, roughly knocking Zoe onto the ground and pounding into her dripping pussy, clenching uncontrollably around him now as her orgasm reined her.

Sam's lips closed around her hard nipple, drawing even louder moans from Zoe, which turned into cries of pain mingled with lust when he bit down. "Ow! Fuck, Sam, God… do that again!" She thrashed her head around wildly, knowing she should feel the pain but only feeling the pleasure.

"Whatever you wish," he smirked and licked her other nipple teasingly before sinking his fangs into her other breast, too. She gave another cry of sweet pain before she came screaming his name.


"Morning, handsome stranger," Lola smiled as she opened her eyes to the delicious sight of Dean, shirtless, holding two cups of coffee in his hands as he appeared in the doorway. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Nothing, really, since you're a talkative pain in the ass, but I thought a little appreciation was due, for giving me a place to stay and such."

"And that appreciation consists of my own coffee. Well, Dean, you are a charmer who sure knows how to treat a lady."

"Oh, ladies get plenty of diamonds and such from me, but since you're little more than a hillbilly chick, you get your own coffee," he grinned and handed her the one cup.

"As I said: charmer," Lola smiled sweetly. "You're lucky you have your looks, or I'd have kicked you out before even letting you in."

"I gotta tell you, you are one superficial-"

Lola got up, grabbed his face in her hands and crushed her lips on his, "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Lola…" Dean tried to protest, but her lips were skillful and demanding, not to mention highly persuasive.

Sure, it was a bad time, what with Sam being on the loose – and a werewolf, as may be added – and it being his responsibility to bring him back. But as Dean wondered when he'd last been with a girl he liked well enough and had spent more than one evening with, let alone a sober one, he thought it wouldn't hurt sleeping with Lola. One hour more or less wouldn't make a difference; he didn't know where to start yet, anyhow.

"This is a bad, bad idea."

"Mhm," she mumbled and pressed her lips against his perfect, soft and skilled ones, "That's what makes it so much fun."

Maybe he should point out that he was older than her by ten years, easily; but Lola didn't strike him as the type who cared, for one, and two, he didn't really look for a reason to hold her off.

"What can I say," she continued, "I'm a sucker for bad boys." She tugged at his belt, trailing her lips down his firm chest to his groin. "Quite…" she pushed his jeans down and looked up to him with hungry lusty eyes, "literally."


"I think I got a little bloody." Zoe remarked dryly as she woke up and looked at her body, still entangled with Sam's and the sun shining on them. The formerly white sheets now represented a similar pattern of red as it was to be found both on hers and Sam's body.

"Ya think?"

"At least it's solely our blood, and I can remember everything that's happened, too." Zoe rolled out of bed, trying not to wince at the dull ache in her lower abdomen – no matter how often she had sex with Sam on their moonly nights out, he always was that bit too much for her to handle. Not that you would ever hear Zoe complain. "Though I strongly suggest we get red sheets. Or black. Anything but white, really."

"Don't you think red and black are colours best left to vampires?"

"No idea, never met any. And if millions of teens are any indication, vampires of today live in fancy bright houses and have bog-standard rooms without even a trace of opium den."

"And there I thought I was the expert, you kinky vampire girl," Sam smirked at Zoe, who replied with a roll of her eyes; "For one: I'm a werewolf girl. And two: Stephenie Meyer is a Mormon, so I thought I'd be safe reading her books. Nobody told me beforehand that it would include necrophilia and gruesome births of vampire babies, which includes the vamp daddy slicing the baby out of the mother's womb-"

"Thanks for the visual."

"Oh, you are welcome. Anything I can do to start the day off with a bloody topic," Zoe smiled and leaned down to kiss Sam. "Now, I don't know about you, but after last night, I am starving for some waffles."


"Wow," Lola was, as one of very few moments in her life, speechless. Blown away by the most powerful orgasm that's racked her yet; and nobody could accuse her of not trying plenty of times. She sank into she sheets beside Dean and snuggled up to his side; normally, she didn't do cuddling, but a strong shoulder as his just begged to be leaned on, so was she to decline?

"You might say that."

"I won't walk for a week," she ran a hand through her messy hair, then she smirked: "Seems like those kind of skills run in the family, after all. So, you still regret giving in to this bad, bad idea?"

"Yes," he deadpanned and kissed her deeply, "I regret not giving into it earlier."


I'm sorry for the long waiting time, I was on vacation! Thank y'all so much for your support! =)