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likely_evil) wrote2009-01-09 09:37 am
likely_evil) wrote2009-01-09 09:37 am
for the Write Place: Lady in Red, Come Dance Here with Me
[ooc: set in new verse. 99 = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
failuretotrust]
Your hands in mine
When we're intertwined, everything's alright
I wanna be with the one I know
Seven Things I Hate About You - Miley Cyrus
Six months in CONTROL now, and Sam was really enjoying the whole "secret agent" life. The gadgets, the parties, days of lies and deceit followed by a few moments of pure adreneline - it was like being a hunter, but only on a payroll.
He was made for this life. The down and dirty part of hunting had always bothered him but now, like this? It was a career that Sam could actually have and not feel ashamed about it.
Of course, except for the people in CONTROL, no one knew about that.
Tonight's missing was very simple. Sam, or Agent 23 now, along with Beth, Agent 99, were sent to this mansion in Virginia where CONTROL was certain that a highly powerful demonic charm was being stored and used to gain mind control powers over political officials in order to get grease palms with arms dealers.
They were posing as husband and wife, and 99 had dressed in a red dress that only went to just above her knees, a pair of black stilettos bringing her almost to Sam's height as she fixed his black tie.
"You expect me to be able to concentrate with you in that?" Sam asked with a smirk.
"Yes," she told him, her eyes serious. "Just think of it as a reward. You find this charm, reverse the spell on it..." she leaned close to whisper in his ear, "and then you can have the dress."
He chuckled deep in his throat. "It'll look perfect on the floor by my bed," he whispered back, kissing her neck.
"That's something your brother used to say..." the words were out before 99 stopped herself and then she saw Sam lower his head and pull away. "Sam, I'm sorry -" Her hand shot out to grab his, keeping him from getting too far.
"No, it's ok. It is something he'd say." His face sobered up. "Come on, we can't be late or we'll miss the tour of the wine cellars this guy does at the start of every party. It's what will get us closest to his office."
*~*
"And this is my 1965 Chateauneuf du Pape. First off the vine, aged in oak barrels. There is a hint of raspberry and some floral notes. As you can see..."
Sam's attention drifted as the man explained about yet another wine that the servants were pouring into his glass. He followed Beth's lead and swirled the wine in the goblet, sniffed it, sipped, did this weird sucking air in through his teeth and then spat the wine out in a silver bucket that was held out for him.
He never appreciated beer as much as he did now. Beth had laughed at him when he had swallowed the first sip on purpose, causing the host to not take him seriously for the rest of the tour. He hated the taste of wine, and not having drank it for over 3 years now, the sulfates hurt his nose.
"I'm going to excuse myself a moment," he whispered into Beth's ear and she turned her head to look at him a moment. He motioned his head towards the bathroom that was down a darker hallway, then turned to go.
In the bathroom, he braced his hands on the edges of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. Ever since the mention of Dean back in the hotel room, his brother kept creeping into the corners of his mind. Cracking jokes about the stuffy talk and baiting him along. It was a habit - keeping Sam focused on the job. Always the job.
"Honey, you ok in there?" Beth's grifter voice called through the door. It was a single person bathroom, so he opened it to let her in. She closed the door carefully, leaning against it. "The group's moved on to the next cellar. If we're going to make a move, it should be now while they still have a few more to go."
"Yeah, let's go." his voice wasn't as enthusiastic, and Beth just kept herself planted at the door.
"Sam, I can't have you go back out there not being focused. What's going on?" He lowered his head a moment, then felt her hand take his, fingers intertwining. "Is it about Dean?"
"I can't get him out of my head."
She pulled him closer to her. "Do you feel guilty about us?" She looked into his hazel eyes. "Because if you can't keep this up, Sam, I'll understand. We can get you a new partner..."
"I don't want a new partner," Sam stated firmly. "I want to be with you."
"But if us being like this is upsetting you... I mean, I was with Dean before."
"I know, Beth. And if Dean was still here, you'd be with him."
She pulled him closer. "Maybe, but we've been over this. Dean's not coming back. And if you're backing away from me now, you have to tell me why so we can either fix or, or deal with it. So what's it going to be, Sam?"
He looked at her, his fingers squeezing her hand and she nodded. "Good boy. Now come on, we have work to do."
"We need to wait for them to move down another cellar. It takes them five minutes to do that. We have time." He was right in front of her now, and his eyes begged for just a gentle touch.
She shook her head. Never had she met someone so needy as Sam Winchester. But those eyes just did her in every time. "Time for what?" she baited him, already knowing the answer. She was aware of the looks he had been tossing at her on the drive here and during the tour.
So she wasn't surprised when he pushed against her, pinning her to the door as he kissed her. His hands worked fast, lifting her dress enough so her legs could wrap around his waist. She gasped as she felt him press inside of her and she muffled her whimpers of passion in his neck.
Sam's fingers dug into her hips, losing himself in her for just a moment. When they were like this - just the two of them wrapped around one another - he forgot about the pain. It was just them, and he knew that eventually, everything would be alright.
His teeth grit and he tried to keep his groan quiet as he reached his peek, Beth's soft cries in his ear letting him know she was experiencing the same pleasure as they came together. Then he gently held her, panting as he used the wall to support them both.
"Let me down, Sam," she finally breathed in his ear. "We need to clean up so we can finish the job and get back before we're caught."
Nodding, he did what she asked, taking care to wipe down the floor, sink and wall from where his hands had been. When he was finished, so was she, and hand in hand they left as the lost couple, looking to find the group they had gotten separated from - but heading towards the office instead.
There was still a job to finish. And Sam planned on seeing that dress on the floor by his bed when this was all over.
Sam Winchester
Supernatural
1220
failuretotrust]Your hands in mine
When we're intertwined, everything's alright
I wanna be with the one I know
Seven Things I Hate About You - Miley Cyrus
Six months in CONTROL now, and Sam was really enjoying the whole "secret agent" life. The gadgets, the parties, days of lies and deceit followed by a few moments of pure adreneline - it was like being a hunter, but only on a payroll.
He was made for this life. The down and dirty part of hunting had always bothered him but now, like this? It was a career that Sam could actually have and not feel ashamed about it.
Of course, except for the people in CONTROL, no one knew about that.
Tonight's missing was very simple. Sam, or Agent 23 now, along with Beth, Agent 99, were sent to this mansion in Virginia where CONTROL was certain that a highly powerful demonic charm was being stored and used to gain mind control powers over political officials in order to get grease palms with arms dealers.
They were posing as husband and wife, and 99 had dressed in a red dress that only went to just above her knees, a pair of black stilettos bringing her almost to Sam's height as she fixed his black tie.
"You expect me to be able to concentrate with you in that?" Sam asked with a smirk.
"Yes," she told him, her eyes serious. "Just think of it as a reward. You find this charm, reverse the spell on it..." she leaned close to whisper in his ear, "and then you can have the dress."
He chuckled deep in his throat. "It'll look perfect on the floor by my bed," he whispered back, kissing her neck.
"That's something your brother used to say..." the words were out before 99 stopped herself and then she saw Sam lower his head and pull away. "Sam, I'm sorry -" Her hand shot out to grab his, keeping him from getting too far.
"No, it's ok. It is something he'd say." His face sobered up. "Come on, we can't be late or we'll miss the tour of the wine cellars this guy does at the start of every party. It's what will get us closest to his office."
"And this is my 1965 Chateauneuf du Pape. First off the vine, aged in oak barrels. There is a hint of raspberry and some floral notes. As you can see..."
Sam's attention drifted as the man explained about yet another wine that the servants were pouring into his glass. He followed Beth's lead and swirled the wine in the goblet, sniffed it, sipped, did this weird sucking air in through his teeth and then spat the wine out in a silver bucket that was held out for him.
He never appreciated beer as much as he did now. Beth had laughed at him when he had swallowed the first sip on purpose, causing the host to not take him seriously for the rest of the tour. He hated the taste of wine, and not having drank it for over 3 years now, the sulfates hurt his nose.
"I'm going to excuse myself a moment," he whispered into Beth's ear and she turned her head to look at him a moment. He motioned his head towards the bathroom that was down a darker hallway, then turned to go.
In the bathroom, he braced his hands on the edges of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. Ever since the mention of Dean back in the hotel room, his brother kept creeping into the corners of his mind. Cracking jokes about the stuffy talk and baiting him along. It was a habit - keeping Sam focused on the job. Always the job.
"Honey, you ok in there?" Beth's grifter voice called through the door. It was a single person bathroom, so he opened it to let her in. She closed the door carefully, leaning against it. "The group's moved on to the next cellar. If we're going to make a move, it should be now while they still have a few more to go."
"Yeah, let's go." his voice wasn't as enthusiastic, and Beth just kept herself planted at the door.
"Sam, I can't have you go back out there not being focused. What's going on?" He lowered his head a moment, then felt her hand take his, fingers intertwining. "Is it about Dean?"
"I can't get him out of my head."
She pulled him closer to her. "Do you feel guilty about us?" She looked into his hazel eyes. "Because if you can't keep this up, Sam, I'll understand. We can get you a new partner..."
"I don't want a new partner," Sam stated firmly. "I want to be with you."
"But if us being like this is upsetting you... I mean, I was with Dean before."
"I know, Beth. And if Dean was still here, you'd be with him."
She pulled him closer. "Maybe, but we've been over this. Dean's not coming back. And if you're backing away from me now, you have to tell me why so we can either fix or, or deal with it. So what's it going to be, Sam?"
He looked at her, his fingers squeezing her hand and she nodded. "Good boy. Now come on, we have work to do."
"We need to wait for them to move down another cellar. It takes them five minutes to do that. We have time." He was right in front of her now, and his eyes begged for just a gentle touch.
She shook her head. Never had she met someone so needy as Sam Winchester. But those eyes just did her in every time. "Time for what?" she baited him, already knowing the answer. She was aware of the looks he had been tossing at her on the drive here and during the tour.
So she wasn't surprised when he pushed against her, pinning her to the door as he kissed her. His hands worked fast, lifting her dress enough so her legs could wrap around his waist. She gasped as she felt him press inside of her and she muffled her whimpers of passion in his neck.
Sam's fingers dug into her hips, losing himself in her for just a moment. When they were like this - just the two of them wrapped around one another - he forgot about the pain. It was just them, and he knew that eventually, everything would be alright.
His teeth grit and he tried to keep his groan quiet as he reached his peek, Beth's soft cries in his ear letting him know she was experiencing the same pleasure as they came together. Then he gently held her, panting as he used the wall to support them both.
"Let me down, Sam," she finally breathed in his ear. "We need to clean up so we can finish the job and get back before we're caught."
Nodding, he did what she asked, taking care to wipe down the floor, sink and wall from where his hands had been. When he was finished, so was she, and hand in hand they left as the lost couple, looking to find the group they had gotten separated from - but heading towards the office instead.
There was still a job to finish. And Sam planned on seeing that dress on the floor by his bed when this was all over.
Sam Winchester
Supernatural
1220
ooc