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fictionalabyss · 6 years

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Breaking the Door

Pairing : Soulless!SamxReader, Deanxreader Words : 1634 Warnings: Smut, swearing

Part 2 of 2.

A few days had past. You had driven out of town, not caring where you ended up. You drove randomly until you were too tired, and then you found the nearest motel and settled. You’ve been there since. Dean was calling you at least 3 times a day. You wouldn’t even listen to the voice mails. The sound of his voice hurt too much. The texts were being deleted before even being read, but they all started the same.

“I’m sorry.” “I love you” “please”

As another one came in, you just tossed the phone aside on the bed. You didn’t have the energy to even hit delete. You were so drained from all of this. You flopped back on the bed and glanced at the phone. As pissed as you were, as much as you told yourself you were done with Dean Winchester, he had a hold on you. He always did. You shut your eyes and sighed, grabbing the phone. You rolled onto your stomach and tapped your finger over the message.

- Y/n, I know your pissed, and I get it, I was shit to you. Please, can we just talk. I promise I’ll leave you alone after this message. I just need to try. I’m sorry I didn’t see what you meant to me before.

A tear rolled down your cheek and dropped onto the phone. Damn you Dean Winchester. You stared at your phone for a good 5 minutes before you started typing. You typed out your location, telling him that tonight, and only tonight were you willing to try talking this out, but that if it got to be too much, he had to respect your wishes if you told him to leave. You hesitated before hitting send. Could you really handle being face to face with him right now? Could you stop yourself from running into his arms and forgiving everything? You were starting to get a headache, so you hit send and headed to the bathroom to run yourself a hot bath.

You laid in there enjoying the warmth for over an hour. You finally got out and were drying yourself off when you heard a knock at the door. Shit, you hadn’t expected Dean to get here so fast. He must have been in a near by town. Just your luck. "One minute!“ you yelled out.

You were barely dry, but threw on some boxers and a t-shirt. Any less, and you knew there would be no talking happening tonight.

When you opened the door, you froze. "Sam? How did you…?”

He smiled as he walked past you and entered the room. You looked around outside, but couldn’t see Dean, or the Impala anywhere. He waited until you shut the door before he said anything. “Dean went to grab more beer when your text came in so I got it first.” You furrowed your brows at him. “He isn’t coming. He doesn’t even know you answered him.” He smiled as he pulled Deans phone out of his pocket.

“What do you want, Sam?” You crossed your arms under your chest, which made your shirt ride up a bit. Sam smiled at your little purple boxers with black lace edges peeking out.

“I told you what I wanted y/n. You. That hasn’t changed.” he moved closer to you.

You backed away until you were against the door. “Please, Sam… stop this.”

“Why? So you can go back to him?” Sam started to look angry, and was practically yelling. “Do you want me to tell you how many women he’s slept with lately?” you shook your head, a tear running down your cheek. “Do you want me to tell you all the places he’s had them? What he does? How he tells them he’s single?” He moved closer, and grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. “Or do you want me to make you feel loved and wanted again.”

You looked up at him with your sad eyes, tears still streaming down your face. “Sam.. please..” He cut you off as his lips met yours. You tried to push him away at first, but it wasn’t long before you submitted to him. You moaned softly, opening your mouth as his tongue swept in.

He buried his face in your neck and sucked on the flesh as his hand slipped under your boxers. He expected to feel the material of your panties under his touch, but when his fingers met with wet flesh he smiled against your skin. “So wet already, and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.” he chuckled as he slipped a finger in your folds and softly circled your clit.

Your knees went weak beneath you for a second, as your head went back against the door. You moaned softly as Sam left bite marks on your neck and shoulder.

His head pulled back, and he stared into your eyes as he slipped a finger inside you. Your mouth fell open and your brows knit. You leaned forward to kiss him but he pulled farther back and added another finger. You panted as you back hit the door again. He smirked before inserting a third. You screamed out, your back arching forward. “So tight.” he groaned softly. He worked his fingers in and out a few more times as your knees went weak beneath you. He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered, feeling empty.

He pulled off your shirt and slid your boxers down over your thighs. As you were stepping out of them, your hands worked on his belt and jeans. As soon as they were undone, Sam grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, pinning you between him and the door. You wrapped your thighs around him, and used them to shimmy his jeans down as far as you could.

He growled as his tongue entered your mouth. You rolled your hips against him, desperate. One of his massive hands grabbed your hip and pined it to the door. You tried to move, but he was too strong. He chuckled as you groaned in frustration. He used his other hand to inch his jeans lower, until his erection sprang free. He then grabbed hold of it, and teased your entrance with it’s smooth head. You tried desperately to move your hips down his shaft, but he held you in place and laughed against your skin.

“Sam.. please..”

“Please what?” he growled in your ear.

“Please, fuck me.. fuck me hard, Sam.”

He bit your earlobe as you felt him push forward. He moved agonizingly slow, teasing you with just an inch or two. When he felt your nails in his shoulder and heard you beg in his ear again, he slammed up into your with everything he had. You screamed out, your nails clawing into his shoulder as he kept up the assault. He leaned his head down and bit around a nipple, leaving a bright red mark before moving to the other. “Oh fuck, Sam!’. He was slamming you into the door, over and over and you loved every second of it. When you heard a crack, you laughed. "Sam.. oh god. Sam, your breaking the door..”

He moved away from the door and made his way to the bed, getting you down on it without ever slipping out. He grabbed your hands and held them over your head with just one of his. He other hand gripped your waist as he rolled his hips into you. You were lifting your hips to meet his. As he leaned down to kiss you, his phone started ringing in his pocket. “Ignore it.” he said against your lips as he pushed a little deeper into you. After the 3rd ring it stopped. You were starting to feel the pressure building. You flexed your walls around him and he groaned biting into your shoulder leaving a mark “Mine.” he growled against it. His phone started ringing again, and again he ignored it, simply growling and driving harder and deeper into you. After the 3rd ring it stopped as before.

“I’m so close, Sam.” you moaned into his ear. You felt him twitch inside you and knew he was too.

This time when his phone rang, he dug it out of his pocket. “WHAT?”

You could faintly hear Dean on the other end. “Where the hell are you, and where the hell is my phone? You know that I was waiting for something important.”

Sam didn’t skip a beat, he kept moving in and out of you as he spoke calmly to his brother. You were biting your lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. “I may have grabbed your phone on accident.” he said innocently. He smiled down at you, and slammed home harder. A moan almost escaped your lips.

“Damnit, Sam!” you could hear Dean yelling. “You know I was hoping to hear from her!”

“Oh yeah, sorry hold on a minute.”

He put the phone down on the bed not far from your hip, tightened his grip on your hands while his other hand moved down your hip. He started slamming into you hard again, trying to make a sound escape your mouth but you fought hard.

“Sam! Sam what the hell is going on!?”

“Just a sec!”

You felt his thumb rub your clit, and his eyes challenged you to try and stay quiet now. The pressure was too much, you had already been holding back your orgasm. You couldn’t fight it anymore. You bucked under him, screaming out at your release. “Oh fuck, y/n!” he groaned as he came with you.

When you were both spent, and panting. He picked the phone back up. “Sorry Dean, she can’t come to the phone right now..” And hung up.

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thebluesiren66 · 7 years

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work thoughts

I was thinking about possibly doing a Bi!Reader with Charlie and the boys?? I also had the thought of maybe starting an angsty series with soulless!samXreader. anyone interested??

#supernatural #charliexreader #soulless!sam #soulless sam #samxreader #deanxreader #smut

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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years

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for that smutlets inspired by song- i think the song 'good for you' by selena gomez is so sexy. like the lyrics : ) if there was a samxreader on that i would combust. no 'extreme' bdsm/kink think. but jst the reader trying to be good n dedicated to sam. in a totally naughty way. oh my god m not even good at describing what m thinking- so m nt doing justice to my thoughts : ( but i guess u got the idea. i sent it jst as a suggestion :))) have a good day! *it could be soulless too* *sighs* bye!!!!

That is totally a sexy song. I’ll see what I can do!

(HHDD: song prompts?)

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seriouslysami · 7 years

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writing a Soulless!Sam/Reader fanfic haha it kinda sucks but oh well.

#soulless!sam #soulless!sam/reader #soulless!sam x reader #soulless!samxreader #soulless!sam / reader #supernatural #spn #sam #sam winchester #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester fanifction

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fictionalabyss · 6 years

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How Many Others?

Pairing : Soulless!SamxReader, DeanxReader Words : 856 Waning : Cheating. Dub-con.

Part 1 of 2.

Garth had needed help with a hunt. Dean wasn’t exactly fond of the kid, but you didn’t mind him, so you told Bobby you’d do it. He was sweet and funny. And a hugger, which you didn’t mind.

When your hunt had gone easier then expected, you called Bobby to see if he knew where the boys were. He told you they were on a hunt about 4 hours away from you. “Thanks Bobby.” you said before hanging up. Smiling you sent Sam a text. Things were a bit weird with him since he was soulless, but he was still your closest friend, and your boyfriend’s brother.

-Hey Sam, hunt ended early. Not far from you. I want to surprise Dean. Heading your way, where are you staying?

It didn’t take long for Sam to respond. You were packing up your stuff and saying good bye to Garth, so you checked it when you got in the car. You smiled as you punched the address of the motel into your GPS.

-Thanks Sammy, see you in a few hours.

You were about an hour outside of the town they were in, when you got a text from Sam again.

- Left my key under the mat for you. Have fun.

When you pulled up to the motel, you hopped out of the car excited. The Impala was there, so you knew he was in the room. You smiled to yourself as you lifted the mat in front of the door and found Sam’s room key. You opened the door and froze.

“Come on, Sammy, I told you to give me a few hours.” But when he turned, he froze. He was on top of some girl, and judging by the dress on the floor, he had picked her up in some bar. “Oh shit..” he mumbled as he pulled himself away.

The girl looked over. “Who is that? I’m not into chicks you know..”

“No one.. ” you mumbled “Apparently, I’m no one.” and you walked out, heading back to your car.

“Y/n wait!” He came running out behind you, doing up his jeans. Nothing else on. "Wait!“

"Fuck off, Dean.” You got in your car, slammed the door and drove off. You remembered spotting a bar on your way into town, so that’s where you headed.

You sat at the bar ordering shots of whiskey ignoring your phone. You currently had 6 text from Dean, and as many missed calls. When another call came through, you shut off your phone. You downed another shot before making your way to the bathroom.

You were washing your hands afterwards, and hadn’t heard someone come in. When you looked up you saw Sam in the mirror behind you.

You turned to him. “What the hell, Sam?” You were still really pissed about Dean and all the whiskey you drank wasn’t helping. When you saw the look on his face it dawned on you, “Why did you have me walk in on that?”

He moved closer to you. “So you would know he’s no good for you. I tried to warn you once, remember?”

You tried to head to the door, but he stopped you. “Sam, stop. this isn’t you.” He had you pinned against the sinks.

“This is me. It’s all me. I want something, I take it. Right now, I want you.” He kissed you hard and rough. Your lips were going to swell after this, and you could feel the sink’s edge pressing into you.

“Sam please…” you mumbled against his lips, trying to push him away. He held you tight, pressed up against you, as his tongue entered your mouth. Your hand on his chest closed around his shirt.

He broke the kiss and looked down at you. You wanted to hit him, but at a time when you felt like garbage, he made you feel wanted.

“What the Hell?!?!”

Sam smirked. “Dean.” he didn’t even turn to look at his brother. He just stared down at you. Your hand left his shirt.

Dean went from the door way, to your side in an instant. He grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him against the opposite wall. “What the hell do you think your doing Sam?”

“Just showing y/n that she’s been with the wrong brother this whole time.” When Dean raised a fist, ready to punch his brother, Sam started laughing. “Look at her, Dean. Does she look like she doesn’t want it?”

Dean turned his glare to you.

“You don’t get to look at me like that Dean. Don’t you fucking dare. You fucked someone. And who knows how many others.”

“I know how many others.” Sam chuckled before Deans fist got him in the jaw.

“There were others!?” Your eyebrows shot up. When Dean opened his mouth you held up your hand to stop him. “You know what.. no. I don’t want to know. I don’t care. You had your dick in her, your brother had his tongue in my mouth. I think we’re even.”

“I wouldn’t call that even..” Sam winked at you. Dean punched him again as you walked out.

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fictionalabyss · 7 years

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You have a decision to make.

Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader, Soulless!Sam

Word count : 2,411

Warnings : Angst, Sam is a dick.

A/N : Jumps from present, to past, and then back again.

Opening the front door to the modest two floor home, Dean moved as silently as possible. He applied every bit of stealth he had ever learned as a hunter into getting himself up the stairs to the second floor without being detected. If he was caught, this was all over. The shittiest day of his life would get so much worse. What he did now, was harder than any job, any case, hell, anything he had ever done before and it was killing him.

He hit the second floor landing and looked up the hall. He could hear her. She was singing. He closed his eyes and silently made his way towards her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his brothers voice rang out in his head. “You have a decision to make Dean. Make it fast before I make it for you.”

Sam going to the pit had been the hardest thing Dean had ever had to deal with. Suddenly, he was alone. Dean had never really been alone before, he was lost. He wandered around, case to case throwing himself in so haphazardly, not really caring if he made it out. If he died, well, he had friends on the other side. Family.

Then he had run into Lisa again. He gave that a try. A new family. He threw himself into that completely, Lisa, the woman he loved, and Ben, a son he was positive was his even though she said he wasn’t. But that didn’t last either. Sam’s death had changed him too much. He was so busy looking around the corner for the next shoe to drop that he was ruining it before it even really started. One night, he just left.

And one morning, Dean wasn’t even sure when, he woke up next to her. He honestly couldn’t remember her name, or what city or town he was even in. He didn’t care. Everything was a drunken haze of debauchery the last few weeks, until he looked over at her.

The sheet hugged her curves so perfectly as she softly breathed next to him. Her back was to him, her soft, ample ass against his thigh. Her hair spread out over the pillow space between the two of them. He just looked at her, watched her, even though he couldn’t see much of her face. She was different from what he was use to waking up next to. Very different. Bits and pieces came back to him from the night before, her laugh, her smile. Suddenly, Dean realized he really wanted a cup of coffee.

He stood in the kitchen in just jeans when he heard her stirring. As she made her way out to him, his breath caught in his throat. She had grabbed the closest shirt, his shirt. The flannel button up was too long in the arms which made him smile. It just covered her ass in the back, but barely reached her thighs in the front as it covered those curves he remembered enjoying all night. Her hair was a mess and pulled to one side, hanging over her right shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind.” He held up his cup of coffee. She smiled and shook her head. “I wasn’t sure how you took yours, but now that you’re up, you hungry?” His face lit up as she smiled at him again and nodded. Dean never wanted to leave.

Little did Dean know, Sam had come back. Sam was there when Dean finally walked out of her house two days later, a huge grin on his face. He watched as Dean stopped, turned back and pulled her in for a deep kiss. A small part of Sam wanted to be happy his brother might have finally found something worth holding on to. So Sam left him to believe he was still dead, but he never really left his brothers life.

Sam watched from across the street as Dean took her out for dinner a week later. They sat at a window table in a nice restaurant. Sam was oddly surprised by it. He watched his older brother try so hard with this girl. Dean hadn’t even put this much effort into what he’d had with Lisa.

Sam was also in the park the day Dean proposed. He followed behind as his brother nervously walked and talked with the girl. Running his fingers through his hair so often Sam was sure Dean would go bald. He was glad Dean had gotten a bit rusty when it came to hunting, and his senses. Dean should have easily spotted him but didn’t. He watched the girl stop Dean from running his fingers through his hair again, saw her worried face looking up at Dean and ask him something. Likely what was wrong. He watched his brother get down on his knee and propose. Then he watched her light up, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen as she said yes and clung to Dean. Sam mumbled a curse and walked away.

Sam then ran into her a few times. Always at random, or at least it would seem to her. She had no idea who he was, but she was always polite, always smiling and happy. It was almost calming. For the most part, he was emotionless, but there was something about her. He could see why Dean stayed those first few nights.

He was also there when his brother got married. Well, near by. He stood a block away, leaning on a Dodge Charger, an older man standing with him as they watched Dean step out, his new bride on his arm and a huge smile on his face. “Just talk to your brother already, Sam.”

“And say what? I’ve been alive all this time, hunting with family you never knew we had?” He glanced at the older man. “PS, I wanna fuck your new wife?”

“Don’t be vulgar, Samuel.” The older man glared and Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me either, boy.”

“Just get back to your damn Alpha hunt, grandpa.” Sam growled at him before pushing off from his car and moving around to the driver seat, getting in, and driving off leaving the older man behind.

Sam was even there the day Dean and his wife brought home their newborn. A daughter. He went by from time to time, catching a glimpse here and there into his niece’s life as she grew. Like when she splashed in a tiny baby pool while Dean washed the Impala one summer afternoon. She must have only been about 7 months old. He saw how Dean looked at his daughter and wife, paying more attention to them than he did to his car.

Then one day, Sam let himself be seen by Dean. It started off with a fight. A fight to be sure that Sam was really Sam. Then it was hugs and catching up. Dean told his wife he was visiting an old friend for a weekend, apparently she’d heard of Bobby and didn’t mind. Even baked pies for Dean to bring to share with the older man. Then came more fighting as Dean realized he had been out of the loop at just how long Sam had been back.

Dean never mentioned Sam being alive to his wife. He had told her Sam was dead, how would he explain this? Sam didn’t mind, because then he’d have to explain how he’d been talking to her for the last two years, at least.

Dean was quickly noticing his brother wasn’t quite his brother anymore. It was a nagging feeling at first. One that was confirmed as he spent more time with Sam. Watching him. Getting to know this ‘family’ he had been hunting with. He had a bad feeling about Samuel Campbell too, but Sam wouldn’t listen.

Dean listened though. He listened to what Sam said, what he didn’t say. He watched how his brother was treating women. The same brother who had always been sweetness and puppy dog eyes, was now the ‘take what I want and not give a shit’ kinda guy they had always hated. He’d heard stories, he’d seen it first hand. And then, it was directed at him and panic set in. For the first time in his life, Dean was afraid of his baby brother.

“I want her, Dean.”

“Who?”

“Your pretty little wife.” Dean clenched his jaw at that, and Sam laughed. “Come on, didn’t mom ever teach you to share?” Dean growled. “Right, sorry, mom didn’t get to teach us much, did she..”

“You better shut the fuck up, Sam.”

“I always get what I want, Dean. You’ve noticed that by now. I know you have.”

“Not her.” Dean was ready to start swinging. “You’ll never fucking have her.”

“Well, you better stop me.” Sam chuckled. “You have some choices. You can come hunt full time again, lets you keep an eye on me. Or, I go fuck your wife good, and introduce myself to my niece.” He smiled, and Dean paled. “Oh don’t give me that look. I wouldn’t hurt her, Dean. I’m not a monster. I adore her. But how long until you fuck it all up, huh? You’re half out the door already, so does it really matter? Decisions yours.”

Dean watched as the love of his life was singing his daughter to sleep, your back to him. What did he do? Even though Sam wasn’t Sam anymore, he was still Dean’s brother, the little brother he raised, and did anything and everything for his whole life. The brother he was conditioned to protect above all else, including himself.

He figured he could just tell you. Tell you about Sam, about everything else. Admit to the lies he’d had to tell you about who he had been before meeting you. But would you then doubt everything else he’d said? Would you hate him? If that rift started, Sam would jump in. He’d try and take you from him.

He could never just let Sam have you. Not that he believed you would let Sam near you. Not that he believed he owned you and could make that decision for you. Just that he’d rather kill his brother and re-live that pain than let him touch you. You and the daughter you shared were the two most precious things in the world to him.

He could leave. He looked down at the ring on his finger and turned it using his thumb. He could disappear into the night like he had on Lisa. Vanish without a word, without a trace. He knew what that would do to you. It would destroy you, you’d have everyone looking for him. You’d be terrified but he knew you were strong. You were strong enough to survive it, strong enough to raise his daughter.

Dean closed his eyes, trying to burn the sight of you both into his memories one last time before he turned and walked away.

Hearing the front door, you turned. “Dean?” You called out gently, trying not to wake your daughter who had just fallen asleep.

You made your way up the hall, and when you passed the bedroom, you saw open drawers out of the corner of your eye. You stopped, and looked into the room for a moment before heading in. His drawers weren’t empty, but most of his stuff was gone. You rushed to the closet and found much the same. You turned, looking around the room, tears in your eyes as you started to panic. That’s when you saw the paper on the bed. Ring sitting on top. You picked it up as you heard the Impala roar to life in the driveway.

Your heart pounded in your chest as your feet pounded down the stairs. “DEAN!” You yelled as you ran out the front door. He glanced at you as he turned onto the street. “DEAN?! Plea–”

You dropped to the ground, as he drove off without a second glance back. “Why?” You whined to yourself. “What did I do?” Your shoulders shaking as you sobbed. You looked down at the paper in your hands. You cried there for a good five minutes before you opened it.

You cried there in the yard for what felt like ages. And then you heard a voice, a familiar one that you ran into from time to time. “Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?”

You looked up, and it was him. The tall guy with the shaggy hair that you’d run into at the supermarket, or cafe. Always nice, and sometimes offered to buy your coffee when you were having a rough morning. You shook your head. “Everything is wrong.” You told him gently as the tears started falling again. “And you’re being so kind to me again, and I can’t remember your name. I’m sorry.”

He knelt down, and lifted your chin up as he gave you a soft smile. “It’s okay. We pretty much only see each other in passing, I don’t expect you to know my name. But it’s Sam. Come on, let me help you inside. Is this your house?” You nodded. “Come on.” He started to help you up. “Let’s get you back indoors. I had just bought some beer, if you need someone to talk to, I’ll open you one, and you can vent. Okay?”

He gave you a smile you had seen so many times from him. And every time you saw it, you realized how much it reminded you of Dean’s. You nodded. “A beer would be nice, Sam. Thank you.” You sniffled as you both made your way to the front door, Sam stopping to grab his case of beer that you hadn’t noticed on your lawn until he picked it up. “You know, you remind me a little of someone…”

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fictionalabyss · 7 years

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My strict machine.

Pairing : Soulless SamxReader

Word count : 236

A/N : I was listening to Strict Machine by Goldfrapp, (I love that song) and this little drabble came to mind.

The second your back hit the wall, that was it, you were done for.

As he slid deep into your core, you were in an instant high, clinging to his back as his muscles rippled under your fingers. “Sir..” you whimpered.

“Louder.” He growled, slamming into you harder.

“Sir!” You cried out. You loved this side of him most of all, strict and in control. He knew it too. God, did he know it.

He didn’t love you, you never deluded yourself into thinking he did. But when he fucked you like this, a tingling sensation took over, it reminded you of white noise. Like the static on an old tv, wonderful electric. You’d take that over his love any day if you could only have one.

He fucked you with everything he had, never worrying about making you cum, you always did with him. He just went until he finished. Biting and sucking on your flesh, marking you as his but never really claiming you. It was euphoric. And when he was done, he would cum, filling you as you cried out and clenched around him.

He pulled out, tucked himself back into his pants and left without another word. You sat slumped against the wall, still feeling him against you. Your walls throbbing around nothing, as if he was still there. You sighed as you head went back. My Soulless Sam, my strict machine.

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fictionalabyss · 7 years

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Fear.

Pairing : DeanxReader, Soulless Sam

Word count : 1,210

Warning : skimming over of smut. Adult breast feeding. Sam is creepy and Dark.

Final part of It’s Taboo.

You put your glass down, and slid your arm along his back, wrapping it around him before pressing your cheek on his shoulder and looking at him. “But I want to see you, Dean. I missed you this week. And I want to see you as much as I can before you leave. Please don’t go right now. At least give me tonight.” He turned to look at you, and you leaned forward, softly pressing your lips against his.

You were interrupted by a pounding on your back door. Sighing you got up and checked the window. Seeing your brother you opened the door, and he came waltzing in, eyeing Dean. “You okay?” You nodded. “Who’s this, and why’s he fighting outside my diner?”

“This is Dean. The other guy treated me badly at work, then said something to me outside the diner. Dean put him in his place.”

“I can’t have your work shit interfering with my business, Y/N..”

“When has it ever?” He sighed but nodded. “But you, Danny, are interfering with a moment here. You mind?”

“You sure you’re okay?” You nodded. “Should I spit in the guy’s food? He’s downstairs ordering.” He smiled.

“God yes,” Dean answered. “Unless he orders pie to go… then it’s for me.” Your brother looked confused. “That asshole is my brother. And I really like the pie here.”

“You call me if you need anything, alright?” He side eyed Dean. You nodded and all but shoved him out.

After closing and locking the door, you went back to sit with Dean. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. “This was not at all how I wanted this date to go.” He leaned back on the couch. “How do you even salvage this wreck?”

You laid back on the couch, your feet going in his lap and you grabbed the remote. He furrowed his brow as he watched you. “Hell on wheels?” You asked.

He chuckled, a soft smile on his lips as he nodded. “Hell on Wheels.” You reached out and motioned for him to lie with you. He pulled off your shoes, as he kicked off his before shifting to lay down next to you. He got comfortable against you like he did when in your room.

As you started up the episode you had left off on, his arm went around you, and his fingers brushed under the hem of your shirt. You smiled softly, loving the feel of his fingertips on your skin. You had since that first day. You shifted your arm, as your fingers started running through his hair. He was still pretty tense, but he was slowly relaxing. “I’d offer you a breast, but I’ve been drinking, and I’m not sure how it affects the taste.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been drinking too, sweetheart. If I’m lucky, it’ll get me drunker.” You looked down at him, he was smiling, but you could tell he was still pretty pissed about his brother. So you nodded and shifted. He let you sit up, and you pulled off your top, and then your bra. You were already leaking since you hadn’t pumped or anything yet today.

“God damn that feels good.” You sighed contently.

“Fuck, they are.. wow.”

“Yeah well, they’ve been sitting full since yesterday. I’m sore.” He gently wrapped an arm around you, bringing you back down, and he lifted his head up so your arm could go back to how it was and play with his hair. He latched on right away, softly drinking it down. His hand massaging the other breast, letting it leak over his fingers. You moaned, “God, Dean…” He smiled, watching the show while you played in his short hair.

“Ready to switch?” You asked softly. He nodded and unlatched. You were going to suggest moving or shifting, but he simply moved over you, settling with his legs between yours. His body pressed on yours as he latched onto your other breast. He moaned softly around the nipple as he started to suckle gently. Your fingers ran through his hair as you watched him. His eyes were closed and he was happily humming as we went.

“Dean..” You breathed it out, and he looked up at you. His lips opened, your nipple falling out before he shifted and his lips met yours. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, and you opened up to him and moaned softly. Your hand stayed where it was in his hair on the back of his head as your mouth moved with his.

Suddenly, he pulled away. He was back on his knees as you looked up at him confused as to why he would stop. “We don’t need to do this… You don’t have to do this. Please, don’t feel like you have to.” His brother had called you a whore. Hell, you had called yourself one after. He didn’t want you feeling like you owed him this. He wanted you, but not like that. Then he saw it, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen as you reached your arms out for him.

“I want it Dean. I want you. I have since you walked into my room the second time. The smile you get every time you see me. The way your hands feel on my skin. I want it all Dean. As much as I can get before you leave town. Please.” Your fingers were trying to pull him closer, and he let them.

As he got closer, you pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor somewhere near yours. His lips pressed to yours, his hips rolling against you as your hands ran up his back. His hands felt good on you, and you were happy to find so did the rest of him. You were happy to run your hands over him, mapping out every movement of every muscle you could feel under your fingers as you kissed.

Dean was gentle and tender in everything he did. From taking off your clothes to worshiping every inch of your body and even how he slid in and moved you to climax. More than once. He smiled as he carried you to the bedroom, excited to go once more before getting some sleep. You smiled sleepily against his neck as you lazily kissed it as he moved. “You sure you can go again, sweetheart?” He chuckled softly.

You nodded. “As much as I can before you go, Dean.”

He smiled as he laid you down and moved over you. “I won’t argue.” he grinned, his mouth moving down your neck and over your chest.

You woke up before sunrise, feeling like someone was watching you. When your eyes opened, you saw Dean, but his eyes were still closed. As you started to turn away, you still felt like you were being watched.

“Have a good sleep, Princess?”

You sat up in a panic and looked to where the voice had come from. Sam sat grinning at you from a chair he had moved to your bedroom. Your heart was pounding, fear taking over.

“Scream for me.” He growled.

And you did, as the fear bubbled over. You screamed at the top of your lungs. All he did was smile.

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I should go.

Pairing : DeanxReader, Soulless Sam

Word count : 1,154

Warnings : Angry Dean. Sam is still a dick, swearing.

Part 6 of It’s Taboo.

“Come on.” You smiled at him, and headed to the side door, keys in hand.

“So, this is where you went, Dean…” You froze at the sound of his voice.

Dean’s hand went protectively to your lower back. “Go upstairs.” He said softly. “I’ll be right up.”

“This is why you weren’t interested in me… You’re dating my brother after all. Interesting.”

You glanced back, and he was leaning on Dean’s car that happened to be parked right outside your door. “What do you want, Sam?” Dean asked.

“I was just out to grab something to eat. You took off, I figured to the bar to find some skank for the night, but then I saw your car here. And you with her.” His eyes were locked on you, taking you in.

“Leave her alone, Sam.” His voice a deep warning.

Sam held up his hands. “I told her I wouldn’t hurt her unless she liked that.” He smirked. “What do you think I’ll do to her, Dean?”

You looked at Dean, his jaw working as he clenched it. “Go upstairs.” He told you again, not taking his eyes of his brother. You nodded and unlocked your front door. Part of you had wished you had gone around to the other side, and to your back door like you normally did. You would have avoided this.

You stepped inside but only got up two steps when Sam spoke. “Come on, Dean, what did I do? ”

“You went to her Sam. You touched her.”

“Well, we could have avoided that if you had just told me. I asked you rather nicely, didn’t I? But you didn’t want to share, and I had to find out why. What was so special about her.”

“You had no fucking right, Sam.”

“Oh but Dean, I had every right. I paid for her.” You stood leaning against the wall listening, heart pounding in your chest.

“She’s not a fucking thing you can buy, Sam.” Dean growled.

Sam laughed, standing. “Kind of though, right? I mean I bought her time. During that time, she is mine. I’d happily buy tonight, just for another taste. She’s fucking sweet, Dean. And I’m not talking about her milk.”

“What did you do, Sam?” Dean clenched his fist.

Sam chuckled “She didn’t tell you? She’s delicious, Dean.” He licked his lips. “I know you’re there sweetheart. Will you let me have another taste? Or do I need to buy you, like Dean here did?”

You closed your eyes, you chin against your chest. Then you heard a growl, and a connect, bone on bone. Your eyes flew open, and you went to the door. Dean’s chest was heaving, fist clenched, and Sam was wiping blood off his face and laughing.

“Really Dean? Your going to fight your brother over a whore?”

“She’s not a fucking whore!” Dean shouted, before swinging again.

Sam back away from the swing, and laughed. “But she is Dean. She really is. She’s just a different kind of whore. How much did you spend on her, just to get a fucking date. Come on Dean, is she really any different from the skanks you bring back every fucking night? This one is just costing you more then a few shots.”

A tear ran down your cheek, and Dean ran at him, slamming him against his car before punching him again. “Dean please…” And again. “Dean..” And again. Sam’s lip was split, a black eye forming, and still Dean punched him again. “DEAN!!” You went forward and grabbed him to try and pull him off.

“Don’t ever fucking go near her again, Sam. Brother or not, I’ll fucking end you.”

Sam laid against the hood of Deans car laughing as you dragged Dean inside. People inside the diner were up against the window, passers by had stopped. But you just shoved Dean inside your stairway and shut the door, leaning your back on it. He eyes were locked on the door behind you, ready to shove you out of the way and go back out swinging. “Please, Dean… go upstairs.”

His eyes shifted to you. “What did he do?”

You closed your eyes. “Please, just go upstairs.”

“What did he do?” He asked again through gritted teeth.

You couldn’t tell him here. He really would shove you out of the way and beat his brother. You reached out and took his hand. “Drinks first.” you started up the stairs, pulling him along with you. You sat him on your couch, and a minute later put a half empty bottle of whiskey and two glasses in front of him. “There’s more if we need it.”

He sat in silence as you poured both shots. You picked yours up, expecting him to do the same but he didn’t move. You sighed and downed it. “He didn’t do much Dean. He- He told me that you pick up different women every night. Skanks from a bar, all tits and legs..”

His eyes shut as he grabbed the shot and downed it. He held the glass in his hand on his knee, and you poured him more. He sighed and downed that too. “I haven’t since I first saw you, long before I showed up in your room.”

“I don’t care Dean. Who am I to judge? I’m basically a whore, right?”

His eyes opened and he turned to you. “Don’t.”

“It’s not wrong…” You poured yourself another and mostly just stared at the glass. “Look at how much you spent on me, just to get a date… A whore would have been cheaper.”

“Is that why you almost didn’t come? Because I spent so much on you?”

You shook your head. “I figured family would be a topic, and after how things had gone with Sam in the room, I knew it wouldn’t end well. Either you’d get pissed, or you wouldn’t care.”

“What did he do?”

“You know my rules, Dean. The etiquette of my room. Your brother ignored them. Even though he was told no. Things were good despite the rocky start, the things he said about you. But his hand…” You saw him clenched his jaw again, like he knew what you’d say next. “When I pulled his face away from my breast, and said no a second time, he shoved two fingers right in. I had to shove him off of me with all my strength. I threw him out. I told Jamie if he ever tries to see me again, to have him thrown out completely.”

Dean shook his head. “I can’t believe my brother did that to you. No wonder you needed booze to see me.” He sighed, and put his glass down. “I should go.”

“Dean-”

He sat forward, rubbing his hands over his face for a second. “No. I’m going to go, we’ll leave town. You won’t have to worry about seeing him again. Or me.”

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Just say yes.

Pairing : Dean x Reader. Soulless!Sam only mentioned in this part.

Word count : 1,104

Warnings : Fluff, Kink, adult breastfeeding, it mostly skims over it.

Part 3 of It’s Taboo.

Dean had been your only client that day, so after a few hours, you decided to head home. You shut up your room, locking your door and headed down the hall, giving the male dom a high five as he headed towards his room, balancing dinner in his hand while his client crawled on all fours, leashed to his wrist. “Have a good night, Sir.” You winked as you headed past him.

“Oh, I will, sweetcheeks. Hurry up, pet.” He tugged on the leash.

You were on your way past the front desk when Jamie called to come grab your tip. “Eh, can’t be much, I’ll get it later in the week, just bank it for me.”

She held it up. “You’ll want this, hun.”

You furrowed your brow and headed back, looking at it confused. “Jamie, this can’t be right, I only had one person today.” She showed you the receipt he had signed. “Holy shit!.” She nodded quietly. “This can’t be right Jamie… It can’t be.”

“He wrote it in himself, hun. Signed it and all, a big smile on his face as he walked out. He was real happy.”

“Uh…” No one had ever tipped you like that before. “Thanks, Jamie.”

“You’re booked tomorrow again.” She turned the computer monitor and showed you the schedule. “He insisted.”

“Dean Winchester…” She nodded. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” You slowly walked out still in shock.

There was a knock at your door. You were drinking from a bottle of water. “Come in.” He smiled softly as he opened the door and entered. “Hello, Dean. I thought you said you wouldn’t come here anymore.”

He chucked shutting the door. “That was if you’d agree to a date. Since you refuse, I’ll just have to spend time with you this way.”

You chuckled softly and pat the bed. “Tell me a bit about yourself, Dean.”

“Like what?”

You shrugged. “What’s your favorite kind of movie, anything.”

He thought for a minute before moving to sit on the bed next to you. “Don’t laugh?” You nodded. “I like westerns.” A smile spread on your face. “Come on, you agreed no laughing.” He groaned.

“I’m not. I’ve been watching the fourth season of something. I think I’d like you to share it with me. I’ll start at episode one. You’ll love it.”

“Western?” He looked confused and surprised.

“Kinda, yeah. Its uh, when they first built the railroad across the country. Right after the civil war. Very cowboys and Indians at times, plus all the drama with freed slaves and everything. You’ll like it. It’s called Hell on Wheels.”

He grinned. “Sounds like my kinda show. Lets do it.”

You both got comfortable as you had last time, his head on your chest, gently nursing on and off as he watched the show. When you switched sides, he was quick to get comfortable again. His hands would move gently over your skin some times, fingers drawing patterns that made no sense. It sent chills coursing through your body, goosebumps prickled on your arms. You tried to ignore them as best you could. You found yourself closing your eyes when he took the second nipple into his mouth half way though the session. You swallowed his name as it sat on the tip of your tongue before opening your eyes again.

Dean had to stop himself from smiling. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He could feel the goosebumps, and from time to time he’d look up at your face to watch your expressions. He saw it when you closed your eyes, your brow twitching slightly as you tried to keep control. How you swallowed back a moan he could feel starting in your chest. He decided then and there, he was coming back again until you said yes. He just needed one shot, one date. He’d ask every day until you agreed.

And he did. For the next 3 days, he’d how up, same time. Suckle at your breast for a while, and cuddle. You’d run your fingers through his hair, and he’d all but purr like a kitten at it. And every time he left, he’d ask for a date. And when you said no, he’d leave an obnoxiously big tip like he had the first time, but usually by the time you got to the front desk, he was already gone. And he’d never mention it the next time he came.

This time, you quickly got decent and hurried out after him. Jamie nodded, holding it out for you, and you clenched your jaw, grabbing it and running out the front door hoping to catch him. “Dean!”

He was standing on the street, opening the driver side door of his car. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

“This needs to stop, Dean.” Your face was all serious, gone was the smile he always saw in the room.

“What does?”

“This!” You waved the tip at him. “This is ridiculous. There’s no way you can afford this every day on top of paying. Please…”

Those beautiful green eyes you were slowly falling for searched your face as his arms crossed on the hood of his car. “You want the big tips to stop?” He looked almost confused.

“Yes!”

“Then say ‘yes’.” His face was as serious as yours. “If you want me to stop, just say yes.”

Your heart was pounding. Don’t date clients, never date clients. It doesn’t end well. That’s what you kept telling yourself. Over and over as you spaced out staring at his car. A million thoughts running through your head.

“Friday night. One date and I’ll leave you alone.”

You barely registered the words as he said them. You stood there for a minute, frozen, before you spoke again. “Yes.”

Your eyes shot up to his face as the most beautiful smile you had ever seen took over. “Where do you want to go, sweetheart? I’ll take you anywhere.”

“Diner.” You answered softly. “I’ll meet you at the diner.”

He nodded. “Diner it is. 6ish?” It was your turn to nod. “See you Friday, sweetheart. And not a day sooner, I promise.” You watched as he got in his car and drove off with a wave.

“What am I doing…?” You groaned.

“Who was that?” You looked up and saw Sarah on her way in. “He’s hot.”

“Dean. Dean Winchester.”

“That’s Sam’s brother!? Holy shit.” She watched his car turn a corner. “Sam’s my favorite customer. He was here again yesterday. Fuck, I hope he brings his brother next session.” She bit her lip before heading inside.

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I’ll kill him.

Pairing : DeanxReader, Samxreader mentioned.

Word Count : 1,071

Warnings : Swearing, Dean’s pissed but not much happens yet.

Part 5 of It’s Taboo.

You had left soon after yelling and storming out of the lobby. You were currently sitting in your tub, under the spray of the too hot shower. You wanted to forget today. Wanted to forget how good it had felt for an instant before it went bad. It could have been worse, you knew that. But it had been enough. Enough for you to want to drink and forget it.

You turned off the shower and dried off. Wrapping yourself in a robe, you headed for the kitchen and the bottle of whiskey you had left there.

The next morning, you woke up long enough to text Jamie that you weren’t going in, in case anyone had appointments or showed up. You put your phone aside after that and ignored it. You didn’t want to chance seeing him again. Not even in passing, not today. You rolled over and went back to sleep.

Waking up again around noon, you dragged yourself out of bed and headed for the bottle again. Just as you were about to take a sip, there was a knock at your door. You groaned and opened it.

“Hey, hun.” It was Tim, the Dom. “These were delivered for you. I was heading down to get lunch, so Jamie asked if I’d bring them. Said you had a bad experience yesterday.”

You nodded. “Sam. I said no, he didn’t listen until I threw him off.” Tim’s jaw clenched. “I’m fine. Really. I just know he’s there a lot and I didn’t want to see him today.”

“That guy the girls are in love with?” You nodded. “I’ll tell Jamie to send him to my room.” He ground it out, pissed. "No one upsets my girl.“

You chuckled. "Thanks.” You took the bouquet of flowers from him.

“Call me if you need me, hun.” He kissed your cheek. “Or if he ever fucking shows his face to you again.” You nodded as he left and you headed back inside.

You pulled out a vase, and put the flowers in it, adding water, then checked the little card.

You sighed, grabbing the shot and downing it.

It was just after 6. You were dressed and ready, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk out the door. You sat on the couch, staring at the card and his chicken scratch handwriting. Sighing you got up grabbing the bottle again.

You walked in and saw him sitting in a booth. He looked worried. “Sorry,” you said softly slipping in across from him.

He looked up and smiled. “I was afraid you weren’t coming.”

“I almost didn’t.” He looked almost upset. “I needed a bit of liquid courage, I had a rough day yesterday, and spent today either in bed or on the couch.”

“Oh, I guess you didn’t get my flowers then…”

“I did. Jamie had Tim, the Dom, bring them over.” You smiled. “That’s actually what convinced me to come. I was staring at your note.”

He smiled at that. “Hungry?” You nodded. “Good.” He waved over the waitress who brought menus. He ordered himself a burger, and you decided that sounded like it would hit the spot and got the same, extra bacon and pickles. He chuckled at that. “Girl after my own heart.”

You chatted idly until the food came. You felt like you were finally relaxing again. “So, you said you moved here, not from around here?”

You shook your head. “Born nearby, moved away. Found myself here when things turned to shit. My brother owns the diner, so when I needed a place to go, he gave me upstairs.”

“Damnit. I was hoping to impress you with a ride home in my car.” He smiled.

You chuckled. “You still could. We could go the long way around.”

He grinned at that. “So brother, huh.” He took a bite of his burger and you nodded. After swallowing, he sighed. “I got one of those too.”

“I know..” Your eyes were on your plate, but you didn’t need to be looking at him to know his brow was furrowed. “I met him.”

“When?”

“Yesterday.” You picked up a fry and ate it.

“Yesterday..” He sat there thinking for a minute. “Where did Sammy go..” His burger dropped back onto his plate. “He went to you?” You gave him a small nod. “Son of a bitch!” He growled. “Did he hurt you?” You shook your head. “Did he touch you?”

Your eyes met his green ones for barely a second before you looked down again, but this time at your hands in your lap.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to, you could feel how pissed he was. He growled and pushed his plate away before getting up and storming past you. You reached your hand out to grab his wrist. “Dean… Please.”

“I’ll kill him.” He growled through clenched teeth.

“Please, just… Sit and eat with me? I don’t want to do this now. There’s no alcohol in this place.”

He stared down at you for a minute, before sitting back down with a sigh. “I’m sorry for my brother… He’s really a sweet guy. He’s got no soul right now…” You looked at him confused. “He uh, went through something recently that changed him for the worse. I’m trying to bring him back to who he was. It’s like he has no filter, no conscience. Hence me saying no soul.” He gave you a sad smile. “I’m not trying to make excuses for him or anything. I’d kill him if he hurt you.”

“He didn’t. I promise.” You gave him a smile. “Let’s eat, forget for a bit? I’ll let you drive me around if you want, and I have whiskey upstairs.” He nodded and started picking at his fries.

Things were a bit quiet after that. You were sad the date had turned this way. You had both looked forward to it, and mention of Sam had ruined it all. That was exactly why you almost didn’t come down.

As you stepped out of the diner, you looked up at him. “You need that drink huh?” He nodded. “Date one didn’t go as planned, so how about I promise you a second one, and it includes a ride in your car. I mean, if you stay in town a bit longer..”

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I never want to see him again.

Pairing : Soulless!SamxReader. Dean mentioned.

Word count : 2,030

Warning : Sam is a giant dick, non-con fingering (you’ve been warned), swearing.

Part 4 of It’s Taboo.

You headed back inside with Sarah, and she told you all about Sam as she got ready for her appointment. Bragging about how he only visited other rooms once, but hers, he’d been in three times now. “I think he likes me, and he’s a good fuck.” She chuckled as she got dressed in front of you. “He’s not in my appointments today, but he sometimes just comes in and see’s if I’m free, so I always keep a block or two open in case.”

You chuckled. “You want him.”

“You would too! You’ve probably seen him around. Doesn’t look too much like his brother. Much taller, big guy, like big. Long hair..”

You shrugged. “I’m kind of Taboo, Sarah, even in the kink world. I’m not here as much as you are.”

She chuckled. “Start fucking, and you’ll be here all day every day.”

You shook your head with a smile. “Not really my thing. Not with most of the guys who come in.” You scrunched your nose.

She laughed. “What about with Dean?”

Your cheeks went pink, but you were cut off by a knock on her door. “I’ll see you around.” You smiled at her, as she hurried behind her partition. You opened the door and smiled at the older man who looked surprised and embarrassed to see you. “She’s almost ready. Go right in.” You gave him a sweet smile as you move past each other.

The days went on, and the week rolled by.

Tuesday, you were surprised when your regular returned to see you. His wife was suppose to be out with friends, but an hour later she came bursting in your door screaming about the whore who was fucking her husband. Until she realized you weren’t fucking him at all. She was disgusted, screaming at him before storming out, him hot on her heels.

Wednesday he was back, upset that she had left him. “You shouldn’t have risked it, Harry. Why did you come back?”

He sat next to you. “She knew. She’s known how much I liked this since she was pregnant with our son. That’s when it all started, 20 years ago. She always said never with her, that it was disgusting. Wouldn’t even breast feed our son.” He sighed. “After I accidentally drank her milk 20 years ago, she hasn’t let me near them since. So when you came to town, and opened up shop here, I was happy. I work my ass off, I pay for everything. Don’t I deserve a little happiness with what I have left?”

You sighed. “Come on.” He smiled and snuggled up, just wanting to be held, nothing more. “Do you love her, Harry?” He nodded. “Fix it. Don’t walk away from your marriage without at least trying. Please?” He nodded, thanking you for listening to him and holding him.

Wednesday evening, you were talking to Sarah in the small cafeteria area while you both ate. She asked if you had seen Dean since, and you shook your head. “I haven’t seen Sam, either. Maybe they already left town? He always said he wasn’t staying long…”

“I hope not.” You had a date with him Friday. And you were looking forward to it.

You were cut off by one of the girls coming in, grinning. She sat down at the table next to yours. “That was the most intense guy I’ve ever had in my room.” She started talking to the other girls, and Sarah’s head whipped over.

“Sam?”

She nodded. “I think so, yeah.”

Sarah furrowed her brow, wondering why he hadn’t been back to see her since the weekend. You listened as other girls talked about Sam. He seemed to be making his way through the rooms, and everyone said the same thing about him. Rough, and in control. You hoped he wouldn’t find his way to yours.

Thursday came, and it was afternoon, you had just come back from lunch and were stretched out in your bed flipping though Netflix when there was a knock on your door. “Come in.” You put your bottle of water aside and looked up at the giant of a man who stepped into your room.

“Y/N?” He asked. You nodded. He smiled, and it was a beautiful smile, his cheeks dimpled as it grew. “I’ve been meaning to come in for a while.” He said as he shut the door.

“Oh?” You furrowed your brow.

He nodded, smile still on his face as he took a few steps closer to the bed. “My brother refuses to leave town because of you. We should have left days ago.” You cocked an eyebrow. “I’m Sam. Sam Winchester.”

You swallowed, staring at him. “What can I do for you, Sam?”

He didn’t miss the slight change in your demeanor, and he chuckled. “I take it you’ve heard about me?” You nodded. “I’ve heard a bit about you, but not what you do in here. My brother won’t tell me that.” He started to undo his belt.

“Don’t.” You held up a hand.

“Huh. You don’t fuck?” You shook your head. “Then why was he here? I mean you’re good looking, I’ll give him that.” His eyes washed over you, and even though you were fully clothed, you felt naked under his gaze. “But Dean, he hooks up a lot. Different girls, different nights. Rarely the same one twice. But you.. He keeps coming back to you. I figured you were a good lay, but you haven’t slept with him have you?”

“I think you should leave.”

He smiled again, and held his hands up. “I won’t hurt you. Not unless you like that. I promise. I’m trying to figure it out. What do you do?” He looked around the room. It was just a regular bedroom. “No toys, nothing to indicate the kink in the least.. that’s rare. Every other room I’ve tried at least hint.”

“Adult breast feeding.” You answered, and he spun back around, a huge smile on his face.

“No shit.” He grinned. “Not surprised Dean would be into that… Mommy and daddy issues and all.” His eyes bore into you again.

“If you’re here to grill me, just go.” You told him firmly.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I’m here to try. If I’m stuck in this town longer then expected, I might as well try out as much as I can.” He sat on the bed next to you. “So how does this go, Princess?”

You sighed. He wasn’t ignoring boundaries or breaking rules, so you really had no reason to throw him out. And he was paying. Maybe he would be gentle and sweet like his brother. Men often relaxed drastically when suckling. “You pick something to watch, if you want.” You told him. “Then we get comfortable.”

“Put on anything you want.” He smiled. It was a sweet smile, and it oddly relaxed you.

You turned your attention to Netflix. You wanted to watch Hell on Wheels, but that had sort of become your show with Dean. You didn’t want to watch it with his brother, even if you did put on the episode you were on in season 4. “Star Trek?” He looked like the kind of guy who was a bit nerdy deep down. “I use to watch Voyager a lot, it’s been a while.”

“I haven’t see that in a long time.” He smiled and kicked off his boots, not wanting to get your bed dirty.

You started up the first episode, and pulled off your shirt. Your breasts were full and aching, and you didn’t miss how he licked his lips eyeing them. He didn’t hesitate, his mouth went right to your nipple, latching around it. He moaned as he sucked and licked at it. His large hand massaging it as he went. Damn it felt good. You laid back a bit, and he didn’t stop.

You were watching the show, when suddenly you winced feeling his teeth. “No teeth or biting please.” He smiled against you breast and hummed in acknowledgment. After a while, you looked down at him. “Should probably switch sides now.”

He groaned softly before letting your swollen and sore nipple fall out of his mouth. “Fuck you taste good.” He moved over you to the other side, but in a way where his body hovered over yours for a second. He held himself there long enough to breath out a “So fucking good.” before dropping to your other side.

Your attention went back to the show, and he massaged your breast, squeezing it from time to time, and licking up whatever leaked out. Eventually he took the nipple in his mouth and started to work it, more tongue then sucking this time, but you let him be. He was happily moaning and massaging your breast like he had with the other.

He looked like the kind of guy who would have a hair fetish or two, like his brother, so you started to run your fingers through his hair to help calm him. You smiled when he all but purred at your fingers on his scalp. His ministrations on your nipple changed, and he was gently suckling. His hand continued to massage for a bit longer before it moved over your exposed skin. You sighed softly as his warm calloused hand moved over your ribs on the opposite side of him.

Then his hand moved to your waist. You said nothing, men often wrapped an arm around you, or moved their hands over whatever was exposed. It was nothing new. Until his hand went lower still, over your hip at first. You tensed slightly, and he simply drew patterns there to relax you.

You looked down at him for a second, then looked back at the tv, your fingers still running through his hair. His fingers started to dip past the edge of your pants. “Don’t.” He smirked and pushed his fingers farther, running them over your slit. “I said, don’t.” You grabbed his hair and pulled his head away from your breast.

He growled and pushed two fingers past your entrance. When you gasped, and your back arched, his mouth was on yours. You tried to pull him away and he chuckled against your mouth. “Pulling my hair only makes me hornier sweetheart.” He hooked his fingers and you stifled a cry. His mouth hard against yours again.

You got your arms between your bodies, and shoved him away from you. “Get out.” You growled, as he almost fell off the edge of the bed.

He chuckled. “You really don’t fuck, huh..?” He got up and moved around the bed for his boots. “Every other girl in this place happily opens her legs when I touch them. But not you.” He stuck his fingers in his mouth when he got to your other side. “Fuck, you’re the best tasting thing in this place. You sure you don’t want a go? I’ll have you screaming in no time sweetheart.”

“Get out!” You yelled.

He smirked, and sat down to put on his boots. “I’m going. You’re feisty. I can see why my brother likes you so much. Not the usual bar trash he goes for. They’re nothing but legs and tits. I like you, Princess. You’re my kinda girl too.” He pulled you to him into a bruising kiss you couldn’t fight. “I’ll see you around.” He grinned before walking out.

You sat there for a while trying to collect yourself. You could see why Sarah liked him, he was exactly her kind of guy. And while you could appreciate a guy like that in the bedroom, if you said no, you expected the no to be respected.

You pulled on your shirt, and stormed out of your room and down the hall. You got to the front desk as Sarah was walking in. Jamie handed you the large tip he had left, and you threw it across the room. “I never want to see him again, Jamie. If he ever comes in here asking for me, throw his ass out.”

“Who?” Sarah asked confused.

“Sam fucking Winchester.” You growled before storming off.

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