Sam watched her stepping out from a corner of the bedroom and heading towards the bed. The pale moonlight shining through the curtains and into the room made her whole body glow. Sam remained still on the bed, too lost in the image in front of him.
He swallowed hard and felt his heart beat rapidly against his ribcage as she crawled into bed, smiling persuasively at him.
"Abigail..." Sam started, his voice hoarse with desire, but she cut him off by pressing her lips on his. Sam groaned in surprise but wrapped his arms around her body immediately. She gave into him, relaxing in his arms and forced him to deepen the kiss.
Sam was already fully hard and his erection pressed into her stomach as she straddled his lap, bringing their bodies closer together.
The feel of her hot skin against his, the scent of her hair and the sound of her blood rushing through her veins was driving him insane. She was perfect in every way and most importantly...she was his.
Sam ran his hands down her back to the hem of her black nightgown and pulled it up, taking it off completely.
"Sam, please...take me." She whispered at his lips and took a hold of him, guiding him to her entrance. He could feel her wet warmth grazing him.
A few inches, one quick thrust and he would be buried inside her...
The ringing phone brought Sam back to reality. He shot up in his seat and looked startled around the room. He took in the desk in front of him, shelves along the walls and papers laying around, realizing he was in his study at home.
Ignoring the phone, he ran a hand through his hair and took a few deeps breaths, calming himself down. Ever since he met Abigail Holt, he had been having dreams like the one he had just had. He had no idea what this was all about. It was starting to scare him.
He had been experiencing such strong feelings and he was wondering whether it was normal or not. He wished he could ask Dean. Had his brother felt the same way when he had met Carmen? And was it normal to be haunted by sexual dreams and even dream with open eyes? Sam knew he couldn't talk to Dean since he was having trouble with his mate and wasn't sure about his feelings at all.
He sighed, getting up from his seat and walked to the bathroom. He needed a shower badly. He was highly aroused and couldn't concentrate anymore.
Abigail Holt was in his system and she was staying there for good.
"So, how were the interviews? You found someone?" Carmen asked Sam as they were sitting together in the living room, talking.
Well, Carmen was talking, Sam had totally zoned out. He was thinking about Abby the whole time. When he heard Carmen's voice, he snapped out of his daydream.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" He asked. She chuckled at his surprised expression.
"Boy, you got it bad. Who is she?" She asked, not repeating her question.
"My new manager. She's really great, always punctual and efficient. I've no complaints so far."
Abigail had been working for about two weeks at the hotel now and Sam'd been kind of stalking her. He wanted to find out whether she was his mate or not.
Maybe his feelings had deceived him when he'd first met her but he doubted it. He was pretty damn sure she was the one. He'd had that warm fuzzy feeling ever since they met. And those sex dreams.
"I think she's the one." He whispered and watched Carmen's eyes widen in shock.
"You sure? Sam, if she's your mate you know what that means, right? That's life changing." She replied breathless and shifted on the couch, getting excited.
"Sammy, I'm so happy for you." She said and hugged him. Sam smiled but it quickly faded. "She's human." He confessed.
"Oh." Was all that Carmen replied. "What is it with you Winchesters that you go after humans?" She stated dryly, making Sam laugh.
"Well, I'm taking this slow, you know, not to freak her out. Plus, it doesn't help that I'm her boss."
"Yeah, I understand." Carmen answered.
"How have you two been?" Sam asked her all of a sudden. "Is my brother still being a pain in the ass?"
"Your brother is always a pain in the ass." She replied with a crooked smile.
Carmen sighed, rubbing her forehead to ease the pain that had started to build there.
Who knew vampires got headaches?
She got up from the couch and walked over to the cabinet, pouring herself another glass of the red liquid.
"I've been so confused lately, Sam. I need to ask you a question to finally have some closure and I want you to answer honestly."
"Okay." Sam replied. "No, you have to promise me." She repeated sternly.
"Fine, I promise I'm going to answer honestly." He sighed.
Carmen looked down in her glass for a while before speaking. "He thinks I'm a mistake, am I right? He's having doubts whether I'm his mate."
"What makes you think that?" Sam asked carefully, not wanting to answer.
"Because he's giving me the cold shoulder. He's awfully polite, like we're total strangers. It hurts you know. Sometimes he's the total opposite, he jumps my bones and then.." She trailed off.
"God, please don't tell me." Sam begged uncomfortably.
Carmen smiled. "It's not like that. We haven't been...doing it. Everytime we're about to have sex he pulls away." She ended quietly, blushing at her own words. "He doesn't want to be close to me which means he wants to get rid of me."
"Carmen, he didn't mean what he said. He doesn't hate you. He's just scared and regrets turning you." Sam said, realizing too late his unfortunate choice of words.
Carmen turned white as a sheet and her glass of blood slipped out of her hands, spilling red stains on the white carpet. "Oh my god. That's even worse than what I'd thought." She whispered.
"Carmen, no, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant, Dean loves you."
"I highly doubt that." She replied with a tortured smile. "Did you know he's never told me that in all those two hundred years?"
Now it was Sam's turn to turn pale. "You're kidding, right?
"No Sam, I'm sorry. I need to be alone now. Please, excuse me." She said in distress and headed for the stairs.
"Carmen, come back. Let's talk about that." Sam tried to call her back but she wouldn't listen as she continued upstairs.
When Dean got home from work that night, he was greeted by a deadly silence. He automatically sensed that something was wrong as he walked through the hall and up the stairs.
He found Carmen in the dark bedroom, laying motionless in bed. He panicked at first but released a relieved breath when she moved onto her back, sighing in her sleep.
He crawled into the bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him. He watched her for a couple of minutes, wondering why she'd fallen asleep.
Normally, they didn't do that. Vampires could go weeks without sleeping and if they did, it was only because they were exhausted.
Dean thought about how rough the last couple of weeks have been for her and he felt like a dick. He'd literally drained his girl.
Dean leaned in and kissed her softly on the top of her head.
Carmen began to stir and slowly opened her eyes, looking up into Dean's green ones.
"Hey, baby. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He said barely above a whisper, smiling down at her.
She thought she was still dreaming. Dean's never been so gentle with her and she was a little scared."Is this a dream?" She asked cautiously, making Dean chuckle.
"No, it's not. You're really exhausted sweetheart, aren't you?" He said huskily and cupped her face with his hands, feeling the dampness on her cheeks.
"Have you been crying?" He asked worried. Carmen looked away from him, blushing. She didn't want him to see how weak she was but after what Sam'd told her she'd broken down and fallen asleep after crying her eyes out for hours.
"Don't do that, baby. Please don't hide from me." Dean replied and put his index finger under her chin, forcing her to look back at him. He simply leaned down and pressed such a tender kiss to her lips Carmen thought she was going to cry again.
She took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, avoiding Dean's eyes. "The last two hundred and ten years have been a lie." She stated emotionless.
Dean swallowed hard and felt a cold shiver rund down his spine. He could tell he was losing her.
"Carmen don't say that. Oh god, baby, I'm so sorry." He confessed, burrying his face in the crook of her neck.
"I know I've been acting horrible and you have every right to hate me." He pressed a kiss to her neck and pulled her closer.
Carmen closed her eyes before saying the next words. "You're doubting I'm your mate Dean. It's okay, you can admit it now. It just hurts to know you're regretting all of it."
Dean propped himself up on one elbow, examining her face. He couldn't believe what she was saying, he didn't mean for her to ever find out about it.
"I...I just..." He stuttered.
Carmen laughed bitterly and got up from the bed, still not looking at him. "I'm going to make this easy for you and leave. That's what you wanted the whole time and since I'm not your mate anyway, you're not going to lose your reputation. So, you don't have to worry about that." She said the last part relentlessly, patronizing him.
Dean felt how the fear about her leaving turned into boiling fury within seconds. He sat up in bed, starring coldly at her as she finally turned to face him.
"Carmen." He warned but she wouldn't listen, heading for the door. Dean jumped up and was already at the door, blocking her way, before she could reach it.
She stopped and for a few seconds they were starring each other down before Carmen caved.
"Dean, just let me go, if you don't want me, you have to let me go!" She exclaimed, close to tears again.
"Never! I can't!" He barked.
"But why? Please tell me why you can't let me go, though we both know we're making each other miserable." She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
She watched Dean for a couple of minutes as he got quiet and narrowed his eyes to the floor.
After what seemed like forever, he finally looked up into her eyes, exhaling a breath. "Because I love you."
There they were. Those three words she'd been waiting over two hundred years to hear for. Carmen couldn't breathe anymore and she simply sat down on the floor in front of Dean, closing her eyes. "Don't say it if you don't mean it."
Dean was terrified. He'd finally confessed his love and it seemed like it was already too late. "But I do mean it. This is all my fault, baby. You never wanted to be turned and I forced you. And now I'm making you miserable." He spoke softly, smiling bitterly.
Carmen calmed herself down, realizing this was typical Dean, as always blaming himself for everything.
"I did want to be turned but I was scared, naturally. I'd needed some time to think it through but in the end I'd made up my mind. I wanted to be with you Dean, so don't think you forced me into anything." She explained, smiling weakly.
"Yeah, and it took you only three years to make up your mind." Dean replied sarcastically.
"Hey!" Carmen glared at him. "If I remember correctly, I've been sleeping with you for those three years and you never complained." She shot back and tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Though, I'm not sure whether I'd given into you voluntarily or you'd forced me into having sex with you." She teased.
"I never compelled you to sleep with me!" Dean exclaimed, appalled.
"Really? I'd wanted to sleep with a vampire by choice? I must've been either stupid or suicidal. Maybe even both." She said smirking but shut up immediately as she noticed Dean's horrified expression. "Relax, honey. I'm joking."
Silence filled the room after their little banter as neither of them knew what to say.
"I thought I'd made a mistake in taking you as my mate but it's not because of you. I'm not the relationship type, you know that, so I started to doubt the fact we're meant to be. I'm so sorry sweetheart." Dean finally continued.
Carmen looked at him confused. "But Dean, vampires never make a mistake in..." She started.
"Vampires never make a mistake in choosing their mates, yeah, I know. But still..." He trailed off. "You're not happy, so obviously you belong to someone else." He spat, making Carmen chuckle.
"God Dean, sometimes you're so slow on the uptake. I've been unhappy because..." She interrupted herself. Her pride didn't allow her to say the next words.
Dean watched her getting depressed again, so he knelt down in front of her and cupped her face, encouraging her to go on.
"What's the matter, baby? Talk to me."
She inhaled deeply, mustering up the strength to go on. "All those women..." She whispered quietly.
A human wouldn't have been able to understand her words. She got out of Dean's hold, looking away from him. "You disappear for days and I never know where you are or who you're with. It hurts so much."
Dean looked down at her, she was obviously devastated. Seeing her sitting on the floor with a broken smile on her face broke his heart, knowing he was the one who had caused her all the pain.
"I've been with other women because...because I'd thought you didn't want to be with me and hated me for turning you."
"And we've come full circle honey." Carmen joked bitterly. Dean chuckled.
"I'm sorry for pushing you away baby." He picked her up easily and carried her to the bed.
Carmen looked at him surprised. "Okay, you're freaking me out." She told him as Dean laid her gently down on the bed. He grinned, getting on top of her.
"I love you so much baby and I'm going to prove it to you." Dean announced, claiming her lips with his.
A/N: So...hot times ahead;) Thanks for reading! Special thanks to sam and dean crazy ass wench and Dean's Dirty Little Secret for reviewing the last chapter, you guys make me so happy:)