Research. In a shitty motel room. While Dean is off doing God knows what. Or unsound, God knows who. This is the sprightliness of Sam Winchester. But tonight something is going to happen to Sam. Something he does n't anticipate. He 's about to get a visitor.

There 's a knock at the doorway. Sam heaves a suspire and slams the clamshell of his laptop closed. He makes it to the knob in a few tenacious strides. His dashing hopes is apparent when he opens the door and sees her standing there.

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

He stares after her, watching her proceeds in the tatty trappings. The cheeky Brit 's audacity is unsurprising. Yet, as the door notch closed and he faces her, he shakes his brain at her bold behavior.

'' Bela, '' he answers, his hands resting on his hips. `` I did n't believe there was a chance in nether region you 'd present up. ``

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

Sam takes a step back, trying to keep up some form of distance between them. Bela Talbot was nothing but problem. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the only if way he could keep it from her was to estimate out what it was before she fleeced him. In endeavor to buy time, he says, `` Okay. ``

Bela continues to come along on Sam, backing him almost into the corner of the room. She tugs her coat undecided. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her eyes panoptic as she stares up at him. She forces her shoulders back to mistake the garment off, revealing a satin and lace nightie.

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

Reaching out to gather his hair behind his ear, her voice slightly husky with desire, she tells him, `` I ca n't stop thinking about you. ``

mix-up muddies his well-favoured 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 easy. He puts his script on her weaponry intent on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her lingua skims over his miserable lip. He takes a deep breathing spell. `` Are you surely ? ``

Bela does n't answer. She 's far too eager to get back to the hotness of Sam 's backtalk. 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 natural language delves into the velvety recesses of his mouth and he sighs, stumbling back toward the bed as he cradles her in his arms.

His genu hit the mattress and he falls with Bela on top of him. It 's skillful. Very nice. The curves of her body are soft and they press deliciously into the hard planes of his own. His fingers thread into the softness of her hair and his glossa plunder her back talk. He 's stunned by how thirsty he is for this. How out of ascendancy she makes him.

Delicate finger pluck at the clitoris 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 sort them.

'' Sam, '' she moans breathlessly, pulling his shirt up his back as his mitt curl around the 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 skin to its dusty-rose colored crown. It pebbles and grows pixilated beneath his tongue as his deal skates up her thigh. `` Sam ... ''

This could n't be veridical. It had to be a ambition. Any min now Dean would foretell his name and he 'd find himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't find like a pipe dream. Bela 's mouth is firm, yet pliant beneath his. His jean grow tighter as he feels her hands slick under his shirt again to polish up his back. She 's soft and quick. And even though he 'd thought she was more interested in his chum, she 's with him. She wants him.

Her glossa dancing over his neck to his ear lobe. `` Sam, '' she whimpers pleadingly. `` contract me. ``

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

'' Oh, Sam ! '' she cries out. Her heart fall closed as he tests her with hanker, loggerheaded fingers. He caresses and pets her, his thumb working over her perfumed spot as his pointer and midsection fingers curl and coax within her. She bucks against his helping hand and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to haul his shirt and undershirt over his head, moaning as her lip and hands explore his thorax. She surprises him, forcing him onto his cover and straddling him. Her hands make quick body of work of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the early strap from her articulatio humeri. She gasps as his back talk attempt her newly bared teat. Big rough hands fondle her tit 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 shelter. She 's on her knees in the nub of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the intimate apparel off, her hair swishing softly against her dorsum as it clears the neckline.

Placing a human knee on the bed, he approaches her. His hired man brush over her shoulder and he kisses her again. deep, hot and wet. His intention is unmistakable and she matches the movement of his natural language and the soupcon of his hands stroke for stroke.

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

He looks at her, studying her facial expression before nuzzling his way to her ear. He tucks her pilus 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 John L. H. Down until he lays over her. `` Do n't mention my brother 's name when you 're in bed with me, '' he commands. `` Am I clear ? ``

Her center are wide and glazed with luxuria. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. `` Crystal. ``

He aligns their bodies, entering her slowly. He holds her still, preventing her from taking ascendance. He restrains himself, unwilling to take in it nimble. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless screw, she came to the wrong brother. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - Dean would be the concluding affair on her mind.

'' How does that experience, Bela ? '' he asks, stroking against her - into her - as he hitches a farseeing, muscular leg around his waist.

Rather than solvent, she tries to budge and increase the friction. Sam laughs throatily, pinning her hips to the mattress. Bela whimper in protest.

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

She clutches him, her nails digging at his cover. He can feel her stubborn electric resistance, knows she thinks she can turn the table on him. That she can nominate him losecontrol and have it away her silly.

Her body is disgusting and sinful in the way it cradles his and wraps around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His teeth scrape over her shoulder and she moans, pushing against him. He 's well-read something. It appears Bela likes things a piddling rough. His next 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 break down her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them muckle of trouble. But he also wants to get word her beg again. He breathes in the aroma of her expensive essence. In and out. In and out. Nice and slow down. Building up. Feeling the insistence coiling within her.

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

He smirks. `` Please what ? '' he prods. It 's tiresome now. He can feel the sheen of sweat on his spine. He laps up a few tiny astragal from her forehead. He finds her shadow eyes 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, matter leisurely and nonchalant. 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 catch her sliver. She moans when his mouth collides with her neck. He sucks at her pulsate point, leaving what he 's knows will be a sucker. He wants her to think back this moment later, long after she 's left his bed.

'' looking at me, Bela, '' he instructs. `` Open. Your. Eyes. ``

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

When they do, they 're dark. So dark. Her pupils are dilated. The struggle it takes for her to sustain them on his face makes him booze with power. He knows he 's got her. He can finger her torso 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 ascendency from her, but she takes his radiocarpal joint and strength them into the pillow over his head.

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

Bela braces herself against Sam 's shoulder. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her hair's-breadth tumbles over her shoulder in a sleek mantle. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a good, slow nerd ? ``

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

Sitting up, he strums his hands down her back. He guides her pelvic girdle to his, creating a delectable friction that makes her tingle. He wraps his hand in her hair's-breadth, tugging her head word back to queer her pharynx. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. Deep and severely, he drives into her.

She gasps and groan, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the haze of her orgasm, licking her lips as she touches his font. His figure escapes her parted lip as she throws her point back, `` Sam ... ''

He relishes in every trouser and moan, each diminutive movement of her hips as she tries to extend her high. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him.

Bela has hardly caught her breathing spell when Sam is behind her. Her soundbox, hot and slick, contracts around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her waist. His fingerbreadth draw rophy and it 's almost too much. The pleasure he gives her is so intense she can hardly breathe. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a quick rate. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed Passion of Christ and zip. He admires the curve of her hip and the way it flares to her bottom. He pushes her organic structure 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 articulatio humeri. `` Too much ... ''

Sam pulls away, but only enough to roll Bela onto her back. He kisses her, searching her lips and mouth with his glossa. He waits for her. time lag for her to come back down. postponement for her to enfold 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 middle. `` Oh ... Sam ... ''

Sam 's eubstance throbs from the tenor of holding back. He aches to let go, to tumble into the abyss. The satiny way Bela wraps around him - the flavor of her torso pulling him in - is nearly his undoing. She purrs, moaning against his lips as he adopts a unrelenting upper. Once, twice, three times and he feels like he 's flying. `` Bela ... ''

With a clangoring, Sam jolts awake and finds himself on the floor next to the bed. His blazon are wrapped around a pillow. He gulps. It felt so real. Right down to the ...

'' Dude, '' dean 's voice comes from over his articulatio humeri. Looking up, Sam sees his older brother 's furrowed supercilium. `` You were making some serious yummy noises. ``

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

'' Bela ? Seriously ? '' dean asks wrinkling his nose, his eyes going wide. `` We really need to get you laid ... ''