Research. In a shitty motel room. While James Byron Dean is off doing God knows what. Or regretful, God knows who. This is the animation of Sam Winchester. But this night something is going to happen to Sam. Something he does n't require. He 's about to get a visitor.

There 's a knock at the door. Sam heaves a suspiration and slams the grapple of his laptop computer closed. He makes it to the pommel in a few farsighted step. His letdown is apparent when he opens the door and sees her standing there.

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

He stares after her, watching her take in the cheap furnishing. The cheeky brit 's audacity is unsurprising. Yet, as the door snicks closed and he faces her, he shakes his head at her bold face behavior.

'' Bela, '' he answers, his hand resting on his articulatio coxae. `` I did n't think there was a probability in Scheol you 'd show up. ``

'' Well, '' she tells him, looking up into his hazel eyes. `` I 'm full of surprises. '' She moves closer, her hands on the whack of her trench coat. `` Though truthfully, you want to know why I 'm here ? ``

Sam takes a stride back, trying to maintain some form of distance between them. Bela Talbot was zero but trouble. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the lonesome way he could hold it from her was to figure out what it was before she fleeced him. In movement to buy time, he says, `` Okay. ``

Bela continues to advance on Sam, backing him almost into the turning point of the room. She tugs her coat overt. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her heart spacious as she stares up at him. She forces her shoulders back to slip the garment off, revealing a satin and lacing 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 articulation slightly beefy with desire, she tells him, `` I ca n't stop thinking about you. ``

confusedness muddies his bighearted lineament 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 handwriting on her arms intent on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her tongue skims over his abject lip. He takes a deep breath. `` Are you sure ? ``

Bela does n't serve. She 's far too eager to get back to the heat of Sam 's lip. To feel it pressing against hers and glide over other piece of her body.

So, she takes what she wants. She kisses him again. Her tongue delves into the velvety recesses of his oral cavity 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 curves of her dead body are flabby and they press deliciously into the hard airplane of his own. His digit thread into the womanishness of her hair's-breadth and his tongue plunders her back talk. He 's stunned by how hungry he is for this. How out of ascendance she makes him.

Delicate finger pluck at the push on his shirt and he rolls her beneath him. She melts into the mattress, her lips sucking and tugging at his as she struggles to rid him of the flannel and cotton plant that freestanding them.

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

This could n't be real. It had to be a dream. Any minute now Dean would call his name and he 'd receive himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't palpate like a dream. Bela 's sassing is firm, yet pliant beneath his. His jeans grow tighter as he feels her hands slip under his shirt again to polish up his dorsum. She 's mild and warmly. And even though he 'd retrieve she was more interested in his brother, she 's with him. She wants him.

Her tongue dances over his neck 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 unconvincing lace from her modest body.

'' Oh, Sam ! '' she cries out. Her eyes fall closed as he tests her with long, thickheaded fingerbreadth. He caresses and pets her, his thumb working over her sweet spot as his pointer and middle finger curl and coax within her. She bucks against his hand and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to drag his shirt and undershirt over his head word, moaning as her mouth and manus explore his bureau. She surprises him, forcing him onto his back and straddling him. Her helping hand make quick workplace of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the other shoulder strap from her shoulder. She gasps as his lip onrush her newly bared nipple. Big rocky hands fondle her breast before grinding her hips 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 centerfield of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the intimate apparel off, her hairsbreadth swishing softly against her back as it clears the neckline.

Placing a knee joint on the bed, he approaches her. His paw brush over her articulatio humeri and he kisses her again. trench, hot and wet. His intention is unmistakable and she matches the motion of his clapper and the ghost of his men stroke for stroke.

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

He looks at her, studying her aspect before nuzzling his way to her ear. He tucks her hair back, his natural language flickering along the shell 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 observe my blood brother 's gens when you 're in bed with me, '' he commands. `` Am I clear ? ``

Her centre are encompassing and glazed with lust. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. `` crystal. ``

He aligns their eubstance, entering her slowly. He holds her still, preventing her from taking control. He restrains himself, unwilling to make it flying. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless fuck, she came to the wrong brother. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - dean would be the lowest thing on her mind.

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

Rather than response, she tries to change over and increase the friction. Sam laughs throatily, pinning her hip joint to the mattress. Bela whimper in protest.

He soothes her with a buss, his clapper ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a deep pump that makes her arc into him. `` talk to me, '' he demands. `` Tell me what you feel. What you want to feel. ``

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

Her eubstance is arch and iniquitous in the way it cradles his and wraps around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His teeth abrasion over her articulatio humeri and she moans, pushing against him. He 's learned something. It appears Bela likes things a little rough. His next move is deep and quick.

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

He wants to break her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them plenty of problems. But he also wants to get word her beg again. He breathes in the scent of her expensive aroma. In and out. In and out. Nice and slack. Building up. Feeling the pressure coiling within her.

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

He smirks. `` please what ? '' he prods. It 's slower now. He can feel the shininess of sweat on his book binding. He laps up a few midget beadwork from her forehead. He finds her dark eyes with his. `` Please what, Bela ? ``

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

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

He can see she 's getting close and he wants to watch over her sliver. She moans when his oral fissure collides with her neck. He sucks at her pulse distributor point, leaving what he 's knows will be a mark. He wants her to think back this moment later, long after she 's left his bed.

'' feeling at me, Bela, '' he instructs. `` Open. Your. eye. ``

And she does. For a moment. Gasping in pleasure, he watches as they fall closed with the bass, rough thrust he gives her. He goes back to the slow, tender stride and delay for them to fly open.

When they do, they 're colored. So darkness. Her pupils are dilated. The struggle it takes for her to keep them on his face makes him drunk with power. He knows he 's got her. He can palpate her body throbbing around his length.

Suddenly, he 's beneath her. She 's caught him off guard and rides him. He grabs for her waist wanting to wrest control from her, but she takes his articulatio radiocarpea and force play them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He does n't experience to let her do this. He 's far secure than she is. But the feel of her breasts, full and heavy, as they brush against the rampart of his bureau is enticing. It excites him. He decides to let her accept her way. For now.

Bela braces herself against Sam 's articulatio humeri. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her whisker tumbles over her shoulder in a silky mantle. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a dependable, slow grind ? ``

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

Sitting up, he strums his hands down her cover. He guides her articulatio coxae to his, creating a luscious rubbing that makes her frisson. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. oceanic abyss and hard, he drives into her.

She gasps and moan, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the fog of her coming, licking her lips as she touches his face. His name escapes her parted rim as she throws her nous back, `` Sam ... ''

He relishes in every pant and groan, each diminutive movement of her pelvic arch as she tries to extend her high. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him.

Bela has hardly caught her breath when Sam is behind her. Her body, hot and sly, contract around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her waist. His fingerbreadth draw Mexican valium and it 's almost too practically. The pleasance he gives her is so intense she can hardly breathe. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a quick pace. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed heat and vigour. He admires the curve ball of her hip and the way it flares to her stern. He pushes her body to it 's limitation, 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 often ... ''

Sam pulls away, but only enough to wrap Bela onto her binding. He kisses her, searching her lips and mouth with his spit. He waits for her. hold for her to come back down. Waits for her to wrap her legs around him, urging him on.

Because she does. She curls her limbs around his waist, daring him to finish what he started. She cedes control, looking into his eyes. `` Oh ... Sam ... ''

Sam 's body throbs from the strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to catch on into the abyss. The satiny way Bela wraps around him - the smell of her body pulling him in - is nearly his unfastening. She purrs, moaning against his sassing as he adopts a relentless speed. Once, twice, three meter and he feels like he 's flying. `` Bela ... ''

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

'' beau, '' doyen 's voice comes from over his shoulder joint. Looking up, Sam sees his older brother 's furrowed brow. `` You were making some serious yummy noises. ``

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

'' Bela ? Seriously ? '' James Byron Dean asks wrinkling his nose, his eyes going extensive. `` We really postulate to get you laid ... ''