Research. In a icky motel room. While dean is off doing God knows what. Or regretful, God knows who. This is the aliveness of Sam Winchester. But tonight something is going to happen to Sam. Something he does n't look. He 's about to get a visitor.

There 's a belt at the room access. Sam heaves a sigh and slams the clamshell of his laptop closed. He makes it to the knob in a few foresighted strides. His disappointment is apparent when he opens the door and sees her standing there.

'' Hey, Sam, '' she says in her lordly accent. She walks past him into the elbow room without invitation. That 's how she is. She takes. Whatever she wants.

He stares after her, watching her take in the bum trappings. The cheeky Brit 's audaciousness is unsurprising. Yet, as the room access snicks closed and he faces her, he shakes his head at her bold face behavior.

'' Bela, '' he answers, his handwriting resting on his rose hip. `` I did n't think there was a luck in hell you 'd show up. ``

'' Well, '' she tells him, looking up into his hazel tree eyes. `` I 'm full of surprises. '' She moves closer, her hands on the belt of her trench pelage. `` Though truthfully, you want to roll in the hay why I 'm here ? ``

Sam takes a stone's throw back, trying to maintain some class of distance between them. Bela Talbot was nada but trouble. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the entirely way he could keep back it from her was to count on out what it was before she fleeced him. In effort to buy clip, he says, `` okey. ``

Bela continues to advance on Sam, backing him almost into the corner of the room. She tugs her coat subject. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her eye wide as she stares up at him. She forces her articulatio humeri back to drop away the garment off, revealing a satin and lace nightie.

He pries his eyes from her, looking up and away. `` Uh, '' he stammers. `` What 're you doin'? ``

Reaching out to tuck his hair's-breadth behind his ear, her voice slightly Eskimo dog with desire, she tells him, `` I ca n't stop thinking about you. ``

Confusion muddies his giving feature film and he mumbles, `` What ? ``

Her eyes search his and, rather than answer, she stretches up on her toes and kisses him. It 's soft and almost druggingly slow. He puts his hands on her arms intent on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her glossa skim over his down in the mouth lip. He takes a deep breathing time. `` Are you sure ? ``

Bela does n't do. She 's far too bore to get back to the oestrus of Sam 's rima oris. To finger it pressing against hers and gliding over other parts of her body.

So, she takes what she wants. She kisses him again. Her knife delves into the velvety recesses of his mouthpiece and he sighs, stumbling back toward the bed as he cradles her in his arms.

His knees hit the mattress and he falls with Bela on top of him. It 's prissy. Very nice. The curvature of her body are sonant and they press deliciously into the hard woodworking plane of his own. His fingers thread into the softness of her hair's-breadth and his natural language plunders her rima oris. He 's stunned by how thirsty he is for this. How out of ascendance she makes him.

Delicate finger's breadth pluck at the button on his shirt and he rolls her beneath him. She melts into the mattress, her brim sucking and tugging at his as she struggles to rid him of the washcloth and cotton that separate them.

'' Sam, '' she moans breathlessly, pulling his shirt up his back as his hired man curls around the shoulder strap of her negligée. She arches beneath him as he exposes the creamy flesh of one of her breasts. He palms it, his mouth scorching across her naked cutis to its dusty-rose slanted crown. It pebbles and grows smashed beneath his glossa as his deal skates up her second joint. `` Sam ... ''

This could n't be literal. It had to be a dreaming. Any minute now doyen would visit his public figure and he 'd find himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't experience like a dream. Bela 's mouth is house, yet tractile beneath his. His denim grow tighter as he feels her hands slip under his shirt again to smooth up his back. She 's easy and warm. And even though he 'd thought she was more interested in his Brother, she 's with him. She wants him.

Her tongue dance over his neck opening to his earlobe. `` Sam, '' she whimpers pleadingly. `` Take me. ``

He ca n't help but chuckle. Bela begging. That was rich. He decides to up the ante. To drive her wild for a little bit longer before giving them both release. He tugs at her panties, easily tearing the flimsy lace from her lower body.

'' Oh, Sam ! '' she cries out. Her eyes downslope closed as he tests her with long, thickheaded fingers. He caresses and pets her, his ovolo working over her sweet-smelling spot as his pointer and middle fingers curl and coax within her. She bucks against his hired hand and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to tangle his shirt and undershirt over his head, moaning as her mouthpiece and script explore his breast. She surprises him, forcing him onto his back and straddling him. Her men make fast work of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the early strap from her shoulder. She gasps as his brim plan of attack her newly bared nipple. Big rough hands fondle her breasts before grinding her hip against his.

'' Sam, '' she cries out. `` Sam, Sam Sam ... ''

He shifts her back to the mattress, leaving her squirming as he rids himself of his remaining clothes and dons protection. She 's on her knees in the center of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the intimate apparel off, her hair's-breadth swishing softly against her back as it clears the neckline.

Placing a knee on the bed, he approaches her. His hands brush over her berm and he kisses her again. Deep, hot and wet. His intention is unmistakable and she matches the move of his tongue and the tactual sensation of his hired man stroke for stroke.

'' Dean would 've fucked me by now, '' she torments.

He looks at her, studying her face before nuzzling his way to her ear. He tucks her hairsbreadth back, his knife flickering along the carapace before suckling at her lobe. `` I thought you wanted me, '' he says darkly.

'' I ... '' she begins, distracted by the warmth of his breath at her throat.

He draws her down until he lays over her. `` Do n't note my blood brother 's epithet when you 're in bed with me, '' he commands. `` Am I clear ? ``

Her eyes are wide-eyed and glazed with lustfulness. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. `` Crystal. ``

He aligns their bodies, entering her slowly. He holds her still, preventing her from taking mastery. He restrains himself, unwilling to nominate it flying. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless nooky, she came to the wrong brother. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - James Dean would be the last affair on her mind.

'' How does that finger, Bela ? '' he asks, stroking against her - into her - as he hitches a long, mesomorphic leg around his waist.

Rather than answer, she tries to shift and increase the friction. Sam laughs throatily, pinning her hips to the mattress. Bela whine in protest.

He soothes her with a kiss, his glossa ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a rich ticker that makes her arc into him. `` lecture to me, '' he demands. `` secernate me what you feel. What you want to feel. ``

She clutches him, her nails digging at his back. He can feel her stubborn resistance, knows she thinks she can turn the table on him. That she can make him losecontrol and screw her silly.

Her body is impish and sinful in the way it cradles his and wrapping around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His teeth abrasion over her shoulder and she moans, pushing against him. He 's take something. It appears Bela likes things a petty rough. His adjacent move is deep and quick.

'' Sam ! '' she screams. Reaching up she pulls his mouth down for a kiss that 's filled with desperation and need.

He wants to fall in her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them raft of problems. But he also wants to try her beg again. He breathes in the aroma of her expensive perfume. In and out. In and out. Nice and slack. Building up. Feeling the insistency coiling within her.

'' God, Sam ... '' she whines meekly. `` Please ... ''

He smirks. `` please what ? '' he prods. It 's slower now. He can sense the sheen of sweat on his rachis. He laps up a few diminutive beads from her brow. He finds her benighted center with his. `` Please what, Bela ? ``

She grips his forearms. `` Please, Sam, '' she husks. `` More ... ''

'' Mmm, '' he teases, picking up the pace just slightly. `` More of this ? '' he asks, things leisurely and daily. He watches her centre widen and close, sees the way she nibbles at her lower lip.

He can see she 's getting close and he wants to watch out her sliver. She moans when his mouth collides with her neck. He sucks at her pulse detail, leaving what he 's knows will be a mark. He wants her to remember this moment later, long after she 's left his bed.

'' Look at me, Bela, '' he instructs. `` outdoors. Your. Eyes. ``

And she does. For a moment. Gasping in joy, he watches as they fall closed with the deep, rough thrust he gives her. He goes back to the slow, bid pace and hold for them to fly open.

When they do, they 're dark. So sullen. Her school-age child are dilated. The struggle it takes for her to keep them on his font makes him fuddle with magnate. He knows he 's got her. He can feel her body throbbing around his length.

Suddenly, he 's beneath her. She 's caught him off precaution and rides him. He grabs for her waist wanting to wrest control condition from her, but she takes his carpus and forces them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He does n't suffer to let her do this. He 's far stronger than she is. But the feel of her white meat, full and heavy, as they brush against the bulwark of his chest is enticing. It excites him. He decides to let her have her way. For now.

Bela braces herself against Sam 's shoulders. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes gyre as her whisker tumbles over her shoulder in a silky curtain. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a in force, slow grind ? ``

He tangles his digit in the silk-spun strands that brush his boldness, pushing it back. He surges up, pulling her down onto his thrust. `` Mmm, '' he hums against her backtalk. `` I asked you first. ``

Sitting up, he strums his hands down her back. He guides her hips to his, creating a delectable detrition that makes her shiver. He wraps his bridge player in her hair, tugging her chief back to divulge her throat. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. mystifying and hard, he drives into her.

She gasps and moan, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the daze of her orgasm, licking her mouth as she touches his face. His name escapes her parted back talk as she throws her oral sex back, `` Sam ... ''

He relishes in every pant and moan, each tiny movement of her pelvic girdle as she tries to extend her eminent. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him.

Bela has hardly caught her breath when Sam is behind her. Her soundbox, hot and slickness, contracts around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her shank. His fingers draw circles and it 's almost too lots. The pleasure he gives her is so intense she can hardly catch one's breath. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a quick step. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed Passion of Christ and vigor. He admires the curve of her hip and the way it flares to her bottom. He pushes her consistence to it 's limit, tumbling her again and again into ecstasy.

She moans, whimpering as she shakes beneath him. `` Sam, '' she pants. `` I ca n't ... '' Struggling, she casts a glance over her shoulder. `` Too very much ... ''

Sam pulls away, but only enough to roll Bela onto her dorsum. He kisses her, searching her lips and mouth with his tongue. He waits for her. Waits for her to come back down. time lag for her to roll her legs around him, urging him on.

Because she does. She curls her tree branch around his waist, daring him to finish what he started. She cedes mastery, looking into his centre. `` Oh ... Sam ... ''

Sam 's organic structure throb from the strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to get wise into the abysm. The silklike way Bela wraps around him - the feel of her dead body pulling him in - is nearly his undoing. She purrs, moaning against his brim as he adopts a persistent speed. Once, twice, three clock time and he feels like he 's flying. `` Bela ... ''

With a crash, Sam shock awake and finds himself on the floor next to the bed. His arms are wrapped around a pillow. He gulps. It felt so material. Right down to the ...

'' Dude, '' doyen 's representative comes from over his shoulder. Looking up, Sam sees his older brother 's furrowed eyebrow. `` You were making some serious yummy interference. ``

Sam scowl and growl, `` Dean ... ''

'' Bela ? Seriously ? '' Dean asks wrinkling his olfactory organ, his centre going encompassing. `` We really need to get you laid ... ''