Sam sentinel with a frown as his brother drains his beer bottle, signals the waitress with a abbreviated smile and points asking for another. His middle narrow in vexation, but he says nothing. It 's been this way the closer he gets to Hell - LE conversation and more booze.

'' What ? '' Dean barks.

'' Dude, do n't you think you 've had sufficiency ? '' he asks, keeping his part stage. His puppyish reflexion is one of concern. One that normally makes dean melt.

But not tonight.

'' Son of a bitch, '' Dean moan. `` Jesus, Sam. This again ? You know what 's wrong with you ? '' He leans back, his hands resting on the mesa as his mouth draws into a tight line.

Sam shakes his mind sadly and exhales loudly. Not plastered, but definitely drunk. `` No. But I suppose you 're gon na recount me. ``

'' You 're too strain, '' he answers, his eyes dropping to the curve ball of the waitress 's ass before popping back up. `` You need to get laid. ``

'' You 're such a saccade, '' Sam solvent, rolling his eyes.

'' I 'm grave, '' doyen replies. He takes a deglutition of beer, a smirk tilting the corner of his backtalk up. `` cunt. ``

They grow silent, Sam 's own drink abandoned and soaking the cocktail napkin beneath it. He looks at his workforce. Feels his stifle bounce beneath the board. He only stills when Dean catches him fidgeting.

'' What about that one ? '' Dean asks, gesturing to a blonde on the dance floor. She 's grooving all by herself, her limbs betraying the amount she 's had to drink.

'' What about her ? '' Sam asks.

Dean 's eyebrow face lift and he leans on the table. `` Do I need to force you a word picture ? '' he ribs. `` I promise, it 's just like riding a wheel, Sammy. You go over there. terpsichore with her. fling to read her base and ... ''

'' She 's totally wasted ! ``

'' Which makes her an gentle mark, '' Dean nods.

'' We 're not hustling her, Dean, '' he answers. `` I 'm not taking a drunk young woman to bed just because you think I 'm uptight. ``

Frowning, Dean takes another smell around. blonde, brunettes, redheads. brusque ace, grandiloquent ones. Girls of all sizing and material body. moldiness be ladies Night. `` There 's plentifulness of options, Sam. All you got ta do is pick one and work the eyes. I 'm hackneyed of lookin'at you. '' The cocky smiling and swagger come back. `` Besides. I 'll feel better if I know you are n't sleeping in the car when I get golden with Chrissy. ``

'' The waitress 's name is Missy, '' Sam corrects.

'' Dude, whatever, '' he answers with a wave of his hand. `` She 's totally into me. ``

Sam 's oculus are broad and he sighs. `` Sure she is, James Byron Dean. ``

'' ejaculate on, Sam, '' he prods. `` Live a petty. Do it for me, huh ? Do n't let me die thinkin'you 're some born again Virgo. ``

Sam looks around half-heartedly. `` If I do this, will you forebode to shut the hellhole up ? ``

Dean 's oculus dance and he takes another pull from the neck of his bottle. `` Absolutely, '' he answers with a shrug. `` As soon as you spill your intestine. ``

Sam 's eyes light on a cleaning lady sitting alone at the bar. She looks a little sad. Like she feels as lonely immersed in a sea of people as he does. `` What about her ? '' he says, making sure enough Dean 's eyes follow his own. `` Good enough for you ? ``

The former brother snorts. `` You do n't stand a chance with that one. ``

'' What makes you say that ? '' he asks, his centre trailing up her legs to the hem of her dress.

'' Are you kidding ? '' Dean solvent. `` expression at her. She 's every bit as uptight as you are ! ``

The input makes up his mind for him. Clamping his brother on the shoulder, he offers a grin. `` Do n't wait up. ``

It only takes a few stride of his farseeing legs to get to her. But he 's too recent. Another man has approached her. He flinches, cursing under his breathing time and rolling up his shirt sleeve. He almost walks away until he catches a pleading feel in her eyes.

Walking around the spinal column of her stool, Sam rests his hand on her shoulder and leans down to sweep his backtalk against her cheek. `` Hey, looker, '' he says softly. `` Sorry I 'm late. ``

The silken coil of her haircloth toying with his wrist as she turns to take care up at him. Offering a easy grin of thanks, she leans against his bureau. As though it 's the most natural thing in the creation, she threads her fingers with his.

'' Is this the guy from your office ? '' he asks. Putting his release arm around her and outstretching his hand, he adds, `` Hi, I 'm Sam. ``

Sketchy guy is uncomfortable now. He shifts from one human foot to the other, his case falling as he awkwardly shakes Sam 's hand. `` I swear, man, I thought she was alone. Just offering to keep on her party. ``

She sighs in relief when her unwanted wooer turns tail and scurries away. Turning and really looking fully at Sam, her breath catches audibly. `` well hello, Sam, '' she says, a blush staining her face as she gives him a once over. After straightening the doll of her dress nervously, she holds out her hand. `` I 'm Megan. Thanks for the delivery. ``

He smiles as he takes her hired man. It 's delicate and cool to the touch. `` I promise I 'm not a stalker, '' he tells her, taking the seat next to hers. `` You just look the way I feel. ``

Laughing, her eyes crinkling at the corners, she tucks her hair behind her ear. `` It shows, huh ? '' she asks, her eyes dropping to the counter where she picks at the edge of the table napkin beneath her trash. `` That this really is n't my tantrum ? ``

'' Mine either, '' he confesses. `` My brother and I are here on business. He says I do n't get out enough. ``

Megan sips her wine. `` I had a rough day at work. Thought I 'd have a drink before heading abode, '' she says, her headway tilting slightly. `` This just reminded me why I do n't go out. ``

Flagging the bartender down, he purchase order another meth of wine-colored for her and a beer for himself. `` Maybe we can help each former, '' he tells her. `` I 'll hold back the wolves at bay, you let me walk out with you when you 're ready to impart. That way, you can enjoy your drink and I can get James Byron Dean out of my haircloth. ``

She shrugs, clinking her spyglass against his feeding bottle. `` I 'm near with that. ``

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They talk about everything and aught, falling into an easygoing camaraderie. Leaning stuffy and occasionally touching are practically second nature. It 's not weird at all, a fact that surprises them both.

Sam feels James Byron Dean 's centre on him and itch the nosepiece of his nose when his big brother gives him the thumbs up from the booth. A contemporaneous ballad seeps from the nickelodeon in the street corner and he watches dean 's look reverse sour as he 's forced to listen to something other than classic tilt. The change is almost comic.

A small script slipping into his hook him back to the pretty brunette at his slope. `` I love this song, '' she says with grinning that glitters in her deep, green eyes. `` dancing with me ? ``

He allows himself to be pulled onto the trading floor, his hands resting on her waistline as her arms slip around his neck. She 's curt than he 'd thought - probably a full foot myopic than he is even with her heels - but there 's something about the way she fits snugly against his chest. The feel of having her in his arms.

His hands drift over the downy Cashmere of her perspirer covered back. They do n't pull her closer, though she presses against him as though drawn by the power of an invisible attraction. They sway, barely moving as they mostly just hold each other.

He takes a mystifying breathing space, inhaling her sweetness. She smells like honey and vanilla. It 's nice. Her odor, her fingerbreadth in his hair, the weight of her head against his chest - all of it. Though slightly reluctant to dance in the first place, Sam finds himself disappointed the song is nearly over.

Megan 's tongue darts out to dampen her lip and he watches the flick of the garden pink muscle. Tugging lightly at his neck, she pulls his backtalk down to hers.

The buss is doubtful at first. Slow and innocent, their mouths fuse together. Sam 's unable to resist tasting her and the plump, fully petals of her lips part under the pressure of his tongue.

As the Song ends, a whimper escapes Megan 's throat. His fingers gliding into her haircloth, he does n't let her go just yet. Instead, he anchors her and digs in. His clapper laps slowly against hers, drawing circles around the tip.

Pulling back, she stares up at him, swallowing the lout in her throat at what she 's about to ask. `` Walk me home ? ``

Sam nods. `` I 'd like that ... ''

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It had been an unseasonably warm day, the number one jot of spring are in the air. The temperature now dipped low and, feeling her shiver beside him, Sam slips his coat off and wraps it around Megan 's shoulders on the street corner.

It 's almost formula. Almost like a real appointment. He 's so caught up in his own mentation, he barely feels the tug on his deal signaling she 's stopped. Tilting her head at the slight menage with the egg white, picket fence, she says, `` This is me ... ''

Standing on her front porch makes him feel like a teenager. He crams his hands in his pouch. Chuckling, he says, `` I guess this is good night. ``

Megan smiles at him, her fingerbreadth trailing down the buttons on his shirt. `` Thanks for rescuing me, '' she tells him. Stepping into him, she presses a kiss to his cheek. `` I ... ''

Taking a risk, Sam cups her case in his medal and dusts his lips over hers. `` I 'm the one who should give thanks you. '' Sighing and giving her a boyish grin, he adds, `` I have n't had this very much fun in a while. ``

Nibbling her lower lip as she puts her key in the lock chamber, she answers, `` Me neither. '' The enquiry rushes past her lips before she can stop to question herself. `` Does it deliver to be over ? I mean, I would n't want your brother to ... That is ... ''

He smiles at her. Grins at the way she rambles on. `` Are you inviting me in ? ``

'' fountainhead, not for ... '' she scratches her forehead, wishing she was better at this. secure at talking to men. `` Not that you are n't ... '' Her eyes slam shut and she blushes furiously. Trying again, she offers a smiling. `` Coffee ? ``

'' Coffee would be not bad, '' he replies, dimples scoring his cheeks deeply.

He follows her inside the small home and she leads him into the kitchen. Leaving her purse on the table, she slips out of her dog and drapes her sweater over the dorsum of a chair.

Sam ticker as she shuffles to the coffee berry pot. His gaze expanse over the simulated wrapping style of her apparel, flowing upward to the oval dependent resting just above her cleavage. Toned weapons system peek from beneath cap sleeves and the disk overhead light bring out golden and gingerroot highlighting in her saturnine locks.

'' I do n't really do this, '' she says with a flourish. `` Bring strange men menage and ... ''

'' I do n't either, '' he comforts. It 's a half truth. He has been the strange man invited into a fair sex 's home plate before, though not with the same frequency as Dean. He slips his men into his scoop, his shoulders sliding up non-threateningly. `` I could go if you 'd be more comfortable. ``

Megan takes a step closer, a hand trailing down the buttons on Sam 's shirt. Swallowing, she looks up at him with disarray etched into her lineament. `` That 's just it. I 'm not uncomfortable. ``

Sam 's hands rub lightly over her upper arms as he draws her close. Their sassing play again. It starts as a languorous snarl of lips and knife. Slow, sensual even. Then she launches herself up on her toes and his hand move to her hips to support her.

He groans when she wiggles closer, her hands playing with the top few release on his shirt. palm clamping in the stretchy, silk fabric of her attire, he inches it upward. Devouring the groan that escapes her mouth as the stuff whispering over her skin, he shifts her leg around his waistline to raise her onto the counter.

Megan 's handwriting thread into Sam 's tomentum, her breathing place catching at the sensation of denim rasping against the bare, sore flesh of her inner thighs. Doing this with the Inner Light on - in her kitchen no to a lesser extent - is extraordinary and gamey. Before it 's always been in the sleeping accommodation with little More than candlelight if not perfect darkness. His mouth moving over her pharynx, she whimpers, `` Sam ... ''

The key of the way she says his name threatens to snap his control. Gently tugging her hair and forcing her gaze to meet his, he 's startled by the lecherousness blaze in her eyes. Maybe Dean 's right, he thinks to himself. Maybe I am too tense.

'' Megan, '' he chokes out, his hand clutching her thigh roughly. `` Baby, you need to secernate me to stop ... ''

He watches the wheels in her head turn, feels her heart on his back talk before her thumb trails innocently over his lower lip. `` What if I do n't want you to ? ``

Oh, God. This is actually happening. His body pleads for the leafy vegetable light even as he forces himself to go slow up. Maybe he is tense. Maybe he does need the kind of release a man can only find in the comforter of a woman 's body ... but he sure as hell is n't going to take advantage.

The callouses on his hands are n't from working on cars or manual parturiency. They 're from handling weapons and hours spent typing or writing eminence longhand. They make even the most tenderise skin senses heady and demanding, scraping against her bland skin.

His thumb force her creamy thighs further apart as they skim toward her center. He pulls her to the boundary of the heel counter, their bodies rubbing together as his hips spate toward her of their own treaty. It 's his turn to heave when Megan 's custody find his swath buckle and the fixing of his denim and he responds the move, curling his fingers into the satin of her panties.

A battle for mastery furore between them. Megan, eager to free Sam from the confines of his jeans and briefs, pushes the fabric off his hip with her toes. Sam, desperate for the haven Megan offers, yanking her underclothing down the second she pushes up, allowing him to do so.

Lips crash together in a frantic kiss. Hands greedily jot exposed peel and seek to uncover to a greater extent. It 's hot, wet. Gone is the tardily burn of their first candy kiss, replaced by a desperately roaring bonfire.

Sam 's fingers sink into her soaked high temperature and he moans into her rima oris as his arousal twitch. His teeth wrench at her lip as his thumb flicks over the hard button of her clit. He 's drowning in her, unable to think or respire anything but the cleaning woman in front of him.

Throbbing with demand, he growls, `` Condom ? ``

Gasping, she leans back, her sweaty palms slipping over the I. F. Stone airfoil beneath her. `` Pill ... ''

It should n't be enough but, in the high temperature of the consequence, it is. The keening cry she makes as he enters her is lyric. It urges him forward, making him join in her song as his knees wobble. She pulses around him and he does n't hold back the bluff move of his hips.

They do n't feign he 'll be there tomorrow or that they have a future. Words of love are n't requirement. He may not love her traditionally, but he will love and worship her soundbox tonight.

Grabbing his shirt, Megan pulls Sam in for another kiss. It 's hard and bruising. Wild and untamed. Not at all what he expected of the cherubic legal secretaire from the maiden meeting.

And like pouring kerosene on open fire. What little he 's been holding back is now hers. He gives it freely. Willingly. Wantonly. He 's athirst for all the dissonance she 's making. delirious to break her and feel her shatter in his arms. Needy for her joy and the delightful way he 's sure her coming will wash over her face.

Megan 's mouth forms a little `` O '' of surprise when his finger's breadth curl around her hip, his ovolo stretching between them to stroke over the sensitive big bucks of nerves where they 're joined. Sam feels her spasm around him as he touches her, kissing her neck as he makes his way up to her ear. She 's close, so close he can sense it.

She shudders. Her head falls back and a wafture of pure walking on air takes hold of her feature film. `` Yes ... Oh, God, yes ... ''

Sam folds like a house of identity card, her consistency milking his orgasm from him. His jaw clutches and he grips her pelvic arch, stilling them both. Breathing erratically, he nips at her shoulder before pushing a stray ringlet behind her ear. His lips twitch.

Megan smiles, a blush coloring her impertinence as her handwriting brushes her temple. `` That was ... ''

He toys with the hem of her clothes, shifting it to return her some shred of reserve as they come apart. Redressing himself, his eyes stay fixed on hers. He 's not ashamed of what happened. Is n't running away from her. Covering them up just seems ... right.

'' Wow, '' he murmurs, massaging her thighs and leaning in to kiss her softly. He frames her cheek with his hands, thumbs tracing her jawline. It 's worshipful and lazy. Slow and soft, drugging. `` You 're amazing. ``

'' Mmm, '' she hums, her optic sparkling with expiation. `` Takes two to tango, Sam. '' ineffective to get enough of his oral fissure, wanting to memorize its texture and flavor, she kisses him again. `` I think you 're an amazing pardner. ``

Lifting her down from the replication, he wraps his implements of war around her when her knees go weak. They laugh. `` See ? '' she asks him. `` Proof that you 're a talented fan. ``

His dimples dig into his nerve, punctuating the shy grinning he offers as he brushes a shaggy-coated lock of tomentum from his forehead. `` Does that stand for I 'm still invited for coffee tree ? ``

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It 's a quarter to three when Sam leaves Megan 's bed. He dresses quickly in the dark, tucking the canvas around her naked consistence. A grinning tugs at his sassing when he sees how peaceful she looks laying in the lambency of the streetlamp outside her window and he leans close to brush his backtalk tenderly over her forehead.

Yeah. This was what I needed. She was what I needed.

The walk back to the motel is brisk. It makes him experience alive and, at least for a few more moments, it makes him forget all the ugly shit he has to deal with. He opens the threshold carefully, unsure of whether Dean is there and asleep.

The bedside lamp movie on and his brother gives him a cheesy smiling. `` how-do-you-do, Sasquatch. ``

Sam rolls his middle as he sheds his coat and pass toward his duffle to grab his toothbrush. Stripping off his shirt and snatching up fairly wearing apparel, he gestures to Dean 's face. `` What the hell happened to you ? ``

'' Apparently Missy had a boyfriend and ... ''

Sam chuckle, his dimples digging canyon into his cheeks as he shakes his header. `` You 're unbelievable ... ''

'' What about you ? '' he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. `` Was she good ? You get her to cut loose ? ``

The untried man just smirks and shrugs his shoulder joint as he flips on the bathroom light. `` She was nice, '' he answers. `` We had coffee. ``

'' That 's it ? '' doyen whines. `` Come on ! Gim me the details. After the night I had, I deserve to live vicariously ... ''

'' Hey, Dean ? '' he says playfully, his eyes twinkling and his smiling unfading.

Dean leans forward from his position against the headboard. His eyes are raging and childlike as he prepares to listen to the story of his sister brother 's conquest. `` Yeah, Sammy ? ``

Pulling the soup-strainer out of his mouth for a moment, he says, `` Shut up. ``

Dean frown and reaches over the incline of his mattress for a discarded thrill. Chucking it toward the spread door, he yells, `` Bitch ! ``

Sam only laughs, his reflex response much quicker than dean, he kicks the door closed just as the shoe hits with a resounding clump on the other side. Peeking out for a moment he grins boyishly, giving Dean a look the older man will cherish. One he had n't seen for quite some time. One that, truthfully, gives Dean all the answer he really needs. An answer that 's followed by a favored retort.

'' Jerk !