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Chapter 5: New Friends

Blake walked up to the bar and smiled at the bartender, getting his attention while he filled another customer’s order. He nodded his head, letting her know he’d seen her. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. It’d been a long day between meeting a new hunter and fighting Dean. She was ready to get hammered and put some actual food in her belly. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, standing in front of her.

“Four beers, burgers, and fries.” She pointed over to the table they were sitting at. He nodded and pulled out four bottles from the cooler and handed them to her. “Thanks.” She grabbed them and made her way across the bar to the table they were sitting at, passing out the beer. “Food’s on the way.”

“Good, because I’m starving.” Dean put his arm around her and took a sip of his beer.

She smiled a little and looked across the table at Sam and Ashlynne. She could see them bonding a little more and more. There was no doubt in her mind that Sam would be going back to Ashlynne’s room tonight. Blake smiled and leaned into Dean. “So, Sallie wasn’t actually hurting anyone?” Sam asked.

Blake shook her head. “No, she was more or less pulling harmless pranks. Marie was the one hurting people.”

“She did a number on me,” Dean muttered as a waitress brought over their food. Blake frowned a bit as they stated eating. She knew Dean was still feeling guilty about what he’d said and done while Marie had been possessing him. However, now was not the time to bring it up. She’d wait until they got back to the motel room.

Sam looked at Ashlynne. “So, what are you going to do now?” he asked.

She shrugged and popped a fry into her mouth. “Not sure. Head east maybe? Check out New York?”

“You know,” Sam started, glancing briefly at Dean, “you could come with us.”

Ashlynne smirked a little and crossed her arms, leaning back in the booth. “Is that so?”

“There’s power in numbers, right?” He smirked a bit and Blake didn’t miss the subtle wink he gave her.

She glanced at Dean and noticed he was more or less picking at his food instead of eating it. She knew him well enough now to know that guilt was weighing on him. She wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go back to the room,” she whispered.

He turned and looked at her, nodding a little bit. “Yeah, okay.” He pulled his wallet out and dropped some money on the table. Blake scooted out of the booth and smiled at Sam. “See you guys later.” Dean put his arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the bar.

They climbed into the Impala and headed back to the motel, silent the whole way there. Blake was playing over in her head what she was going to say to Dean, trying to find the right words that would make him feel better. She didn’t blame him for what was said or done while he’d been possessed. He pulled up to the motel and parked in front of their ground floor room. She climbed out of the car and grabbed their bags while Dean unlocked the door. She followed him in and dropped their bags on the bed before looking at him. “We need to talk.”

Dean sighed and nodded his head, sitting on the end of the bed. “Blake…what I said…”

She shook her head and walked over to him. Blake wrapped her arms around his neck as she straddled him on the bed. “Shh, I’m going to talk, you’re going to listen.” She settled her weight back on his knees and ran her fingers through his hair. “I’m not mad at you, and I sure as hell don’t blame you for what you said while Marie was possessing you.”

“That was pretty harsh…”

Blake nodded. “It was. However, you’re full of shit.” She smiled a little. “I distinctly remember me saving your ass from a pack of werewolves, their fearless leader, and a crazy psychopath on Highway 666—which I caught pneumonia for.” She kissed him, scooting a little closer towards him. “So, while you do have to save me from the bad guys, on occasion, I save you too.”

Dean placed his hands on her hips and slowly ran them up her back, cupping the back of her head in one big palm. “You’re perfect.”

“Perfect’s in the details.” Blake cupped his head in her hands and kissed him, pressing fully against him. She moaned softly when Dean fisted his hand in her hair and tilted her head, deepening the kiss. Their tongues met and she could taste the beer on him. A small burn started to spread through her, warming every part of her body and starting a fire in her lower belly. They both needed this, needed to hold and comfort each other.

Blake settled her arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands ghosted down her back, sending chills up her spine until he could cup her ass in his big hands. Anticipating his movements, she wrapped her legs around his waist just before he lifted her and stood. With the need for air burning her lungs, Blake broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his, staring into his impossibly green eyes.

“I love you,” Dean whispered, supporting her back as he knelt on the bed and laid her back against the pillows.

“I love you too, Dean.” She moaned as he kissed her again, holding her waist as they rocked against each other. Desire was burning through her veins as sweat started to pool on their skin in the dim lights of the room.

His hands pushed her shirt up her ribs, over the curve of her breasts and over her head. He let it fall to the floor beside the bed, kissing a trail along her jaw to her neck. Blake was already gasping for air as Dean licked, nipped, and sucked on her skin. His hands were everywhere, her hips, her breasts, her hair. The higher the fire of their desire for each other burned, the greater their desperation for each other became.

Dean reached around behind her and Blake arched her back so he could deftly unclasp her bra. He pulled the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. Wanting to touch him, to feel him, she gripped the end of his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing all of the lean muscles, the rippling, scared, skin. She ran her hands slowly up his chest, feeling every dip, every hard plane of muscle that jumped and contracted under her skin, all the way up his chest and over his shoulders to his back as he dipped his head, kissing the valley between her breasts.

“You’re so perfect,” Dean whispered against her skin. His hands slid up from her waist to cup each breast. “So perfect, and all mine.” He closed his lips around a rosy pink nipple and sucked softly. Blake gasped out his name and arched her back, offering more of herself to him. Dean moaned around her, his hands going to the fly of her jeans, quickly unbuttoning them, the desperation getting the better of him. He needed her.

Blake arched her hips, helping Dean get her jeans and panties off her hips. “Son of a bitch,” he swore when he got them tangled around her ankles and boots. She laughed and sat up, pushing him back. He started working on the rest of his clothes while Blake unlaced her boots and pulled them and her socks off. She started working on her jeans, but Dean was impatient. He pushed her back to the pillows and ripped the tangled mess of her jeans and panties off her legs.

Dean settled his weight between her legs and cupped the back of her head in his hand, dipping his head to kiss her. Blake wrapped her legs around his waist, drowning is ecstatic pleasure as his cock brushed against her, pulling a moan from both of them. “Dean,” she panted. “Please, baby, need you.”

“I know.” He kissed her head and reached between them, guiding his cock to her dripping opening. “I’ll take care of you.” He slowly eased inside, filling, stretching her. Blake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as he settled fully inside of her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck with a groan. “You’re so damn tight,” he groaned out.

Blake ran her nails lightly up and down his back as he kissed her neck and shoulder. He started a slow rhythm, rocking against her, adding just that much more fire to the already burning flame inside of them. She could feel the coil deep in her belly getting tighter and tighter. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck, running her nails over his scalp, moving with him. This was exactly what they needed. A night of slow, passionate love making. A night of just the two of them in the dimly lit room.

Sweat pooled on their skin, their hair grew damp. Blake’s gasps and moans filled the room as Dean angled himself, sliding deeper into her as his thrusts grew faster, harder, desperate. Her nails scored his skin, the little bursts of pain driving him forwards. “You’re mine, Dean Winchester,” she whispered into his ear. He groaned and kissed her hard, his tongue mimicking the crash of his hips against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her muscles coiling and tensing. Her orgasm was so close. She wrapped her legs tighter around him.

Dean groaned into her mouth, his hands tightening in her hair and on her hip. He could feel her clenching around him. He knew how close she was. With each thrust of his hips he pushed her closer t that edge. When she went over it she was going to pull him with her. He maneuvered her head to the side, he wanted to hear her when she came. He bit her neck, sucking hard on the spot his teeth scored. He was marking her, for the world to see. He was hers as she was his. They belonged to each other.

Blake cried out, her body tensing, clenching, muscles coiled impossibly tight as her orgasm rushed through her. Dean groaned her name as he emptied himself into her, unable to hold back. He was dizzy, sweaty, completely sated and in love. He eased himself off of her, lying beside her. Blake laid her head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around her, kissing her head as they tried to regain control of their breathing.

They slowly came down from their high and Dean turned, looking at her. She leaned up and kissed him. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too.” He threaded his fingers through her damp hair, and kissed her, pulling her closer to him. Blake moaned into the kiss. There was no doubt in her mind they were headed for a round two in the shower.


Sam wrapped his arms around Ashlynne’s waist, kissing her neck as she tried to unlock her motel room door. They’d spent an hour at the bar after Blake and Dean had left, drinking and swapping stories. Weather it was the alcohol or the attraction, or a little bit of both, he didn’t know, but he knew where they were going. Bed. She managed to get the door unlocked and Sam ushered her through, kicking the door closed behind him. He grabbed her around the waist and threw her against the door, pinning her to it as he kissed her.

Ashlynne moaned into it, running her fingers through his hair, pulling at the chocolate brown strands. Sam reached down and cupped her ass in his hands, hauling her up until she could wrap her legs around his waist. He fisted a hand in her hair and carried her over to the bed, lying her out on the sheets. Lust and alcohol coursed through them, making them desperate, needy. They both knew this was going to be hard, fast, and rough.

She sat up and pushed his jacket from his shoulders, throwing it to the floor. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, letting her hair flutter around her shoulders. He grabbed her face and kissed her again, cupping her breasts in his hands. Ashlynne arched into his hands, forgoing his shirt to start working on his jeans. He growled and sat up, pulling at the rest of his clothes, needing to get to skin on skin.

She followed his lead, pulling her bra off and kicking her jeans and panties down her legs. Completely naked, Sam covered Ashlynne’s body with his own and kissed her again, fisting his hand in her hair as he rocked his aching cock against her. She was hot and wet against him. “Need you,” she moaned out into the kiss.

“Oh, don’t you worry,” Sam breathed into her ear. “I’m gonna take good care of you.” He reached down and took hold of his length, guiding himself to her opening. Ashlynne arched her back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he filled and stretched her. “You’re so damn tight,” he groaned into her neck.

Ashlynne wrapped her legs around Sam’s waist, anchoring herself to him with her heels in the small of his back. She dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks he’d wear with pride the next day. Sam anchored himself to her with a fist in her hair and his lips against her neck. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, arching and rocking with Sam’s thrusting hips. She could feel the tight coil in her belly getting ready to snap.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Sam panted. He pushed himself up on his arms, staring down at her. She stared up into his lust darkened eyes as his hips crashed against hers. She bit her lip, running her hands up his chest, getting high on the way the muscles in his arms contracted, the veins tracing a path under his skin.

She gasped, arching into him when he slammed into her, reaching impossibly deep. “Oh, hell, Sam. I’m gonna come.” She dug her nails deeper into his back as her orgasm started to barrel through her.

“Do it,” Sam whispered into her ear, nipping at her lobe. “Come for me, I want to feel it.” He slammed into her, picking up speed. His own orgasm was close, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off when she came. He was already so damn tight. “I want you to come all over my cock.”

Ashlynne cried out, her nails drawing blood as her pussy contracted around him with the force of her orgasm. He bit out her name, his hips gripping the sheets as he shuddered above her, emptying himself into her. Sweat drenched and sated, he collapsed to the sheets beside her as they gasped for air. She was still seeing stars as she moved a little closer, lying her head on his chest. “Holy hell, Sam.”

He smirked a little, lying one arm above his head, wrapping the other one around her. “I’ll look for those tattoos in the morning.” Ashlynne laughed a little and cuddled into his side as he pulled the blankets over them. “You coming with us?”

“I think I might.”