My Supernatural Story

Sam and Dean Winchester started out as simple hunters, right? They've fought demons, angels, ghosts, etc. But have they ever met their match? Has anyone really shown them up? Sam and Dean meet a pair of hunters unlike anyone they've ever met. From the first episode and on, their story changes.


8. Bonding Time

*WARNING: Sexual content*

Jessica’s POV:

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. She’s not-”

“No, no, it’s fine. He’s like this all the time.” Sam chuckled and we both sat back down.

“Oh, well, I’m sorry.” I gave him a sympathetic look and his smile never faded.

“It’s fine, I’m kind of used to it now.” He looked down with his bright smile, took a sip of his beer, then returned his gaze to me.

“So, I wanted to ask you…” He paused, trying to figure out how to ask. “How did you know us that night we ended up in your hotel room?” He searched for the answer in my eyes, but I shyly looked down.

“Uh, I just…” I tried to think of a lie because I wasn’t sure if I should mention Bobby. “I’ve just recognized you two from all the Hunter gossip that went around in the Pride House.” I lied, but he seemed to buy it.

“Ah, I see.” He smiled and finished off his beer. I contemplated asking him a question I had been wondering ever since I saw him.

“So, I’ve got a question for you.” I watched as his eyebrows rose.

“Go right ahead.” He flashed me his beautiful smile again.

“Why do you seem to get uncomfortable every time someone mentions my name?” I finished and watched as he tensed up again, was that a sensitive subject? Oh no, I hope I didn’t upset him. I panicked before I hastily replied, “You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable.” I gave him a meaningful smile and he looked down at the table. He smiled and looked at me again. Except, this time his eyes were filled with water, threatening to escape any moment. I gave him a concerned look and he tried to laugh the tears away.

“It’s just… Uhh...” He looked down again, trying to suppress the pain in his face and voice, but failing. Without thinking, I reached over and grabbed his hand, in an effort to comfort him. His head shot up quickly, but he didn’t take his hand away.

“It’s okay Sam. We can forget about it.” I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and returning it to my side.

“No, no it’s okay.” He sniffed and looked up. “It’s just a hard subject to talk about.” He looked back at me and I could feel the pain radiating off of him. “She was my girlfriend.” He gripped the empty beer bottle in his hand. “But she’s...uhh gone.” He gave me a quick smile before calming down.

“I’m sorry Sam.” I gave him an apathetic smile and tried to change the subject. “Do you think they went out to the Impala or to one of the motel rooms?”

“Probably a motel room.” He rolled his eyes and smirked at me. “He probably took her back to your guys’ room.”

“So, does that mean you need a ride?” I giggled and he chuckled. I loved it when he chuckled because he would look down, up, then right at me. Kind of like he was too shy to look at me, but I don’t know.

“Yeah, I think I do. Are you okay to drive?” He looked down at my half empty bottle.

“Yeah, this is actually my first beer and I haven’t finished it.” I laughed; Sam joined, and shook his head in the process. “C’mon.” I left some money on the table, stood, and walked out. Sam was following me as we got into Marilyn’s car. I started the engine and we directed me to the motel they were staying at.

“Are you sure they won’t be in here?” I asked Sam as we pulled into the parking lot.

“No, but we could just look for the Impala.” Sam laughed and we scanned the parking lot, but didn’t see anything. “I think it’s safe to say, they aren’t here.” We got out of the car and Sam opened his door. “Do you want to come in?” He gestured inside the messy room and I thought of saying no, but I wanted to see more of Sam. I smiled and walked inside and he closed the door behind us. “Sorry for the mess… Dean can be-”

“Messy, just like Marilyn.” We both laughed and he sat down at the crappy table set up in the corner of the room. I joined him and looked around the room. “They seem pretty…alike.” I smiled; Sam caught my gaze, and held it.

“Yea, it’s kinda of weird, right?” Sam furrowed his brows and we laughed.

“It is.” I wanted to stare into his eyes for a lifetime, but I didn’t want to make it weird. “Where are you guys headed next?”

“Not sure yet…” He looked past me, lost in thought, then turned back to me. “How about you?”

“Same here.” I shrugged and he chuckled.

Marilyn’ s POV:

“Mmmm, that was great.” I purred into Dean’s ear. We were lying in the bed of my motel room, his arm was wrapped around me, and I was tracing circles on his chest.

“Of course it was.” He smirked at me and I just rolled my eyes. Bobby had told us we needed to tag along with these blokes, so I was doing everything I could to get Dean to agree.  I sighed and rolled on top of him, our skins pressed against each other, and started kissing his neck. “Round two?” He smirked and lowered his hands to my bare bottom. I kissed at his jaw line, leaving love bites, and grinded against him. I heard him let out a satisfied groan and looked up at him.

“Only under one condition.” I gave him a cheeky grin and continued kissing and sucking at his neck.

“Mmm…” He smirked. “And what’s that?” He ran his hands down my exposed body and rolled on top of me.

“Jess and I tag along with you two.” I whispered into his ear and rested my hands on his bare chest as he thought. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but I had to make sure it was a yes. So, I lightly nibbled at his ear and grinded against him once more, before he let out another groan.

“Whatever you say.” He closed his eyes and enjoyed my actions before he took control.

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