likely_evil | In which Sam calls an old friend...

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In which Sam calls an old friend...

After the Pastor left, and Sam got Cas comfortable on the other bed, Sam walked outside to get a soda. He just stared at the machine, then finally punch the button for the drink. Then he punched it again, and again and again until the machine had a large fist sized series of dents and Sam was using the bottle to ice his knuckles as he walked back to the room.

He was trapped there. Well, not really trapped, but Cas needed to rest and recover from whatever the whore had done to him. And Dean...

So this was what it felt like to be abandoned. Not just Dean telling him not to come back, or saying goodbye over a phone because it was better apart, or even Dean dying. This was deliberate, and now Sam understood what Dean had to feel every time he had walked out on him.

He tried to call Dean again, but of course he wasn't answering. But he needed someone to talk to. He had already called Bobby to tell him, and he and Cas would make their way there in the morning. There was nothing they could do right now, not without knowing where Dean was. Stupid Nokian symbols.

He rolled the ball over his contact list, then stopped when it highlighted the name FAITH. God, it had been months since they had talked, since the time she had been possessed and tried to kill him and Dean in fact.

Sighing, he hit send and wondered if she would even pick up. Right now he could just use a good, sober friend to talk to for awhile.

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"I didn't mean it in that way..." Sam rolled his eyes, then sighed as she got another good spot.

He also wouldn't mention that he might not object to being taken advantage of at the moment. Not like it was really the best time or place, but god he was hurting and could use a gentle touch right now.

"And life lately just sucks."

"No?" She let one hand drift toward his chest, the stroke of her fingers slow and deliberate to gauge his reaction.

"Wouldn't know any different, Sammy. Always had a shitty ride."

Sam was a man and Faith was hot. There was no way he wouldn't react. And normally he would push her away and do the nervous puppy bit, but he was just too worn and frayed at the edges to protest. "Now you're just teasing..." he pointed out, then sighed as his hand went up to stop hers and just hold it.

"Same here."

"I don't do a lot of teasin' without following through. Thought you would've figured that out by now." He'd stopped her hand, but he hadn't let go and she took that as a sign to keep going.

"Maybe we can both get a little somethin' then."

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "I didn't call you for that..." he said softly. Because he hadn't intended for this to turn into a booty call.

He just needed someone to be with him.

She pressed a kiss to his jaw before her voice whispered against the shell of his ear. "Wouldn't have come if you did. Relax, Sam. I give you what you need, I get what I need. All good. Doesn't have to mean anything."

He looked into her eyes, then looked over her shoulder at Cas on the other bed. "Not here."

A glance over at the angel passed out on the bed nearly drew a laugh from Faith. "Don't think there's anything we can do that'd wake him up right now, but I'm open to suggestion."

"It's not that. Just..." Sam was a good guy. He couldn't do things like that with people watching.

"Nah, I get it. Exhibitionism ain't your thing. So what's plan B?"

Sam took a moment and a deep breath, then nodded. "There isn't anyone staying in the room next door."

"Nothin' like a little B and E to get a person's motor runnin'." She stripped off her jacket and then head for the door.

"Think you can get the door open before I lose anymore clothes?"

Sam was actually thinking of just going to the front desk and getting the key, but he really doubted the management would notice at this time of night.

He put his wallet and other personal effects on the table and wrote "Next Door" on it so Cas wouldn't freak out if he came-to before Sam got back, then joined her at the door with his lock pick kit.

"Depends on how fast you plan on taking them off."

Her fingers played over the button to her jeans and she quirked an eyebrow, free hand turning the knob to step outside the room.

"Guess we'll find out."

He chuckled and walked outside, looking to see if anyone was watching them before kneeling down and working on the lock to the next room. There weren't a lot of people staying at the place so it wasn't like they were hard up for empty rooms.

It took him about ten seconds to get the lock open and he stood up and held open the door. The room was identical to his room, except it was a single bed, not two queens.

They hadn't been in the room for more than two seconds before she was pushing Sam back against the door to slide her hands under the layers of shirts he wore. "Nice work. I'm impressed."

His back hit the wall and he would have complained but then her hands were on his skin and he closed his eyes a moment. He surrendered himself that he was going to do this and just planned to enjoy it for what it was.

He grabbed her arms with his hands and pulled her closer. "Good to know," he stated, then pulled her up so he could kiss her hard.

The fact that this is Sam and that this wasn't something she'd anticipated when she'd gotten that call run through her mind for a brief moment. She wonders if she should feel bad about this, if she should question for once in her life just what she's doing and if this is maybe something she should step away from before she fucks anything up. But then he's pulling her closer and his lips are on hers and all thought about anything responsible is run out of her head by Yes and More and Just like that.

He's not about foreplay right now. Right now he's just hurting and wants someone to make him stop hurting. Faith had opened this door and he had let himself step through it and there was no going back and he pulled her even higher, his hands going to her legs to wrap them around his waist as he pushed away from the door and put her up on top of the desk.

Then once his hands were free, he started to pull away his shirts, all the time not letting up on the kissing.

It doesn't take much prompting for her to wrap her legs around him and she's going for her own shirt, just breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over her head in a hurried rush. No sooner is her shirt off then she's fumbling for the buckle of his belt.

The speed is good. When things are moving fast it doesn't give Sam time to think. He just goes with his feelings and right now his hands were feeling along her skin as his lips went to her neck, kissing her there as his hips pressed up against her hands.

His belt is done away with in no time flat and she manages to rip his button off in her rush to get his pants out of the way. Faith does take the time to pull his zipper down and push the denim from his hips, palm massaging his cock through the last remaining obstacle on her end and she's itching to get out of the rest of her clothes, to feel his skin against hers, the heat and sweat and everything that comes along with it.

Just as eager, but knowing that with her there and legs wrapped around him would keep her from getting out of her pants. So he picked her back up and put her on the bed, his hands fighting with her pants now to get them off as he kissed her again, his hips pumping against her hand as he got hard in her hands.

She wasn't used to being manhandled, then again she wasn't used to fucking around with someone that nearly had a foot on her. It was a new experience and one that was turning her on like nothing else. Faith helped him as much as possible when it came to wriggling out of her jeans without breaking her contact with his burgeoning erection.

He got her out of hers and his boxers were next, making it flesh on flesh as he pressed his body down on top of her, his hands just gripping flesh and then slipped between them as he teased her a bit.

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