Fitchburg, Sam/Dean/OFC (NC17)
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runedgirlTitle: Fitchburg
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Word Count: 2800
Summary: Sam and Dean take the edge off in unexpected ways after vanquishing the shtriga. With a little help from Susie.
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Susie meets them in a bar just outside Fitchburg, almost midnight and it’s not too crowded but she would have noticed them anyway. They walk in shoulder to shoulder, one right up against the other and they’d be knocking each other off balance if they weren’t in perfect sync, matching strides even though one’s a lot taller than the other. They both look around, but it’s not in interest. More like casing the joint, for either danger or to scope out some innocent that they can be dangerous to, she’s not sure. Not sure which she prefers either.
“Don’t try what they have on tap,” she says, and neither of them jump but both tense when she addresses them from a few feet down the bar, two pairs of suspicious eyes turned her way. The taller guy relaxes a little when he sees her smile, but the other man doesn’t. His eyes narrow and his jaw is set like he’s just barely restraining himself from telling her to shut the hell up. That’s not usually the reaction she gets when she wears this particular outfit or tries out this particular smile, but that’s just interesting enough to make her more curious.
Most nights she just goes home bored; not tonight though, if Susie has anything to say about it. Neither of these two strangers would be boring, she’s sure of that at least.
“Seriously, don’t let Doug convince you, it’s always crap.”
From behind the bar, Doug shakes his head and gives her a nod. Flirting is good for business and the beer on tap is the cheapest thing they sell, so she’s doing him a favor anyway.
“Thanks,” the tall guy says, and when he smiles he’s got white teeth and dimples and oh no he would not be boring at all.
“Susie.” She holds out her hand.
“Sam,” he says after a pause. “And thanks.”
The other guy straightens beside his friend, makes himself taller while Sam leans against the bar. He leans in until his shoulder touches Sam’s and Sam doesn’t react. If anything, he leans into it, and then there’s a whole conversation that takes place between the two of them that has no words at all.
“Not from around here,” she says, and Sam shakes his head. “What brings you to Fitchberg? Business?”
The shorter guy snorts. “Business, yeah. Unfinished business you might say.”
Something about the way he says it makes it sound like it was not only unfinished but possibly illegal or immoral. And dangerous, she was right about that part.
“It’s finished now,” Sam says, but he’s not talking to her.
Their eyes catch and neither says anything for a few long beats, then the other guy nods and turns back to Doug.
“So, you and…”
“Dean,” Sam answers, gesturing to his left.
Dean gives her a grudging nod and a sort of smile with no real warmth behind it. She’s not getting any stay away signals from Sam, but Susie wouldn’t be surprised if Dean’s got a crush on his big hot friend at the very least. She can work with that.
“Play a little pool?” she offers, thinking they probably need some time to warm up. Dean at least.
That gets the first spark of real interest from Dean, who sizes her up – though not in the sexy way – and then nods.
“Sure, sweetheart. I got some nerves to work off anyway.”
Three other regulars want in, and Dean’s eyes warm up even more when they make it a money game. Susie plays for fun, the competitive gleam in Dean’s eyes something she isn’t going to ignore. She watches Sam as Dean racks them up and takes a shot, sinking the ones he called and taking all three for a ride with a skill that has Susie wanting to whistle in appreciation. Sam is doing the same, watching his friend with a smirk on his handsome face. He catches her eye and shakes his head as if to say, what can you do, he’s a pool shark? She smiles back, because Dean is good at it, and he looks good doing it too. She couldn’t tell when he had that oversized leather jacket on, but now that he’s stripped down to a tee shirt and worn thin jeans, every time he leans over the table she’s not the only one checking out his ass or the curve of muscle in his arm.
Dean’s in a much better mood when he’s collected all the bills and stuffed them in his pockets. He saunters back over to Sam – there’s no other way to describe it – and slaps his friend on the back. “Guess we’ll be stayin’ in a nice motel tonight, Sammy. Somewhere different, not like…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence but it’s clear that Sam doesn’t need him to.
“Sounds good,” Sam answers, and they tap their beers with matching nods.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Susie compliments him. “Both the pool and the hustle.”
Dean’s eyebrow goes up, but the little smirk on his face gives him away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t. Appreciate your moves, that’s all.”
She lets the flirting be obvious, twists her body so he can admire hers and this time he takes the bait, eyes roving over her with some appreciation of his own.
“Um, do you…” Sam starts, and it’s clearly heading down the “you two want some time alone” road, but Dean cuts it off instantly.
“No!” He practically shouts it, and his arm goes around Sam’s broad back and stays there, like she’s just made some kind of threat against the 6 and a half foot guy who looks like he could toss her across the room if he wanted.
“Dean,” Sam says, and it’s so soft, ridiculously soft, and Sam does not shrug Dean’s arm off him.
“No,” Dean repeats, more gently this time but no less emphatically. “Not gettin’ rid of me that easily.”
She makes the decision on the spot, on a hunch.
“Oh, you misunderstand me, boys. I thought I was being clearer with my nonverbals. I’ve got a pretty nice place just up the road and the bed is plenty big enough for three and the beer is even better than here. I’ll throw in some homemade lasagna too if we work up enough of an… appetite.”
Sam’s eyes go wide and he gapes at her, blinking in disbelief.
Dean looks shocked for a second too, then he claps Sam on the back again and barks a laugh. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I most certainly do know what I’m asking for,” Susie argues, a little annoyed by his arrogance but not annoyed enough to forget about what he looks like and how she saw him move that lithe body at the pool table.
Sam smiles and shakes head, “No, he means…. You know what? Never mind. You’re a grown woman, of course you know what you’re asking for.”
“Sam!” Dean blurts and he almost chokes on his beer. Susie did not peg this guy for a prude, but he looks honestly scandalized.
“Oh come on, threesomes aren’t even all that kinky.”
Sam is outright grinning now, clearly enjoying his friend’s embarrassment. “She’s right, Dean, what’s so kinky about a threesome? In fact, I happen to know you’ve had more than one of ‘em yourself.”
“Yeah but that – that’s – that’s not –“
Sam is laughing now, and god he’s attractive when he throws his head back like that and just lets go. Dean is watching him too, and Susie knows she’s not imagining it when Dean’s eyes snag on Sam’s long throat, the way he tosses the hair out of his eyes.
“Don’t be such a prude, Dean,” she tries, and Sam laughs even harder.
“Ohgod, the look on your face,” he says to his friend, tears in his eyes he’s laughing so hard.
Dean finally gets fed up with it and slams his beer down on the bar dramatically. “Really? You think this is so funny? Fine, I’m in. Lead the way, sweetheart.”
Susie does not need to be asked twice. She grabs Sam by the hand because now he looks like he’s about to chicken out, and leads him to the door, Dean following close behind. She’s never been happier to live at the end of the block, keeping a brisk pace so nobody can change their mind. Once they’re through the door, she strips out of her shirt and kicks off her shoes to keep them from over-thinking it, and then she does what she’s wanted to do since she laid eyes on him – she pulls Sam into a kiss.
He hesitates for a moment, but she puts his hands (big, big hands) on her breasts and thanks her lucky stars that she wore that black lace bra and when she leans into him, his hips sway forward with interest even if she can still feel how tense he is. She doesn’t even try to break the kiss until he’s all in, fingers thumbing her nipples and the bulge of his dick pressed up tight against her belly. She lets her hands slip lower down his broad back, one hand squeezing his ass and the other slipping beneath the waist of his jeans.
That’s the first time she lets herself look over his shoulder at Dean. He doesn’t even notice her eyes on him, his eyes on where her hands cup Sam’s ass, how his hips buck when she palms him. Dean’s lips are parted, his breath coming fast like he ran all the way up the stairs, and his worn jeans are leaving nothing to the imagination.
Susie loosens her grip on Sam and pulls away, holding out a hand to Dean. “Let me taste you too,” she says, and Sam lets her go without question, steps back as Dean takes her hand and lets himself be pulled in. He groans, a deep half stifled rumble, as soon as she kisses him, his tongue forcing its way between her lips and licking its way into her mouth like he wants to taste every crevice. He gets one hand in her long hair and pulls her even closer, tongue plunging deeper as he groans again and she gets it suddenly – it’s not her he wants to taste. Oh she was right about him, so right.
Dean’s ass is just as nice as Sam’s and he melts against her when she grabs him, grinding his dick against her and damn, her head is spinning already from how much they’re turning her on.
“C’mon, get some of this off,” she urges, stripping off her own jeans in record time and then going for Dean’s belt. He turns his head to find Sam and they both tense when they make eye contact, but Susie lets her hand slip lower, quick stroke and squeeze to his trapped dick and Dean closes his eyes, curses.
She wraps her fingers around him as soon as she’s got his zipper down, making sure he’s not going to change his mind. He’s hot and hard, wet at the tip already, and he clutches her shoulders to steady himself as she gives him a few enthusiastic pumps.
“C’mere Sam,” she says, keeping one hand on Dean’s dick while she holds out the other to Sam, and she thinks for a minute he’s not going to do it, his pretty eyes full of doubt. It’s Dean who makes the difference; he turns to Sam and maybe is going to say no let’s not do this, but Sam takes one look at Dean’s face, mouth red and wet and swollen, eyes blown dark with lust, and Sam just crumples – he stumbles forward unbuckling his own belt and going for his own zipper, and lets her get her other hand on him just like that.
“Mmm, such big boys,” she croons, using all her skills to make it feel too good to walk away from.
They’re both looking down, eyes locked on what she’s doing with her hands. She makes a show of it, pulling them both free, making sure they can see each other.
“Both gettin’ so wet for me,” she says, “so turned on you’re fucking leaking all over, look at that.”
They take it like a command, both of them flicking their eyes to each other’s cocks, and she can feel them both twitch and swell in her grip.
Dean hisses, swears again, blurt of fluid bubbling out and that does Sam in; he shifts on his feet, hips jumping. Their jeans are pooled around their feet, trapped by their boots, and It seems like instinct when he clutches Dean’s arm for support, like his legs are about to go out from under him, and Dean clutches him right back, whispers “Sammy” like it means something else entirely.
“D-Dean,” Sam answers, and Susie chooses that moment to drop to her knees and do what she’s been dying to do for hours.
She licks up one and down the other, and they both groan, muscular thighs trembling. There’s something ridiculously hot about the fact that they still have their pants around their ankles, hobbled by them, unable to spread their legs at all.
She can’t get them both in her mouth at one time, so she alternates, slurping one of them down as much as she can while fisting the other, then switching off, and they’re both groaning now, interspersed with bitten off curses. It gets louder and louder, more and more frenzied noises, and then suddenly it’s quiet, and when she looks up they’ve fallen into each other, their mouths locked together as they kiss passionately, swallowing each other’s moans. Susie watches as they pull at each other’s hair, clutching at each other in what looks like desperation, then has to pay attention to what she’s doing when they both come over her hands, kissing each other through it as she pumps them both, fingers aching but her whole body throbbing with arousal.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean says as they start to come down, trading softer kisses, and she lets them go and sits back on her heels, feeling lightheaded.
“I’m here, I’m okay,” Sam answers, and they’re having a conversation that seems like it’s about something else, as Sam puts his big hands around his friend’s face and looks him in the eye and smiles. “I’m here, Dean.”
“I’m here too, guys,” she reminds them, and they both startle, nearly tripping over their hobbled feet. “That was hot as hell but I could really use some help here.”
To emphasize it, she leans back on the bed that they never got to use and spreads her legs. Her panties are so wet they’re sticking to her, and just their eyes on her make her throb.
They’re both good guys, because they’re quick to pull up their jeans and come over, Sam kissing her and Dean using that sinful looking mouth on her, peeling off her panties and licking into her while Sam’s hands pluck at her nipples through the black lace. They’re eager, gratitude spilling into enthusiasm and she feels like she’s strung between two voracious lovers, barely able to catch her breath before she’s coming unexpectedly, gasping into Sam’s mouth while Dean draws it out, makes it so good her thighs are shaking after.
“Mmm thanks,” she says when she can catch her breath a little, lying back on the bed feeling sated and pretty damn proud of herself for calling this one correctly and taking a chance.
“No, I – thank you,” Dean says, and his eyes dart to Sam’s again, uneasy.
Sam chuckles, and it’s dark, sexy. “I’m not gonna freak out, if that’s what you’re thinking, so stop looking at me like that.”
“Jesus, I didn’t know you were such a freak,” Dean says, but he looks relieved.
Sam reaches over and wraps a big hand around Dean’s shoulder and gives him a shake. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Dean blinks, and the look Sam is giving him makes him blush like a virgin, even the tips of his ears turning pink.
“Damn, Sammy,” he says, and it’s the first time Susie has really seen him smile, grinning wide and open.
“You wanna stay for round two?” she asks, but she already knows the answer.
They exchange a look, then Sam leans in and kisses her. It’s a kiss goodbye, but Susie sort of feels like she’s melted into the bed anyway. “I don’t think so, but thanks. You uh…you have some good ideas.”
Dean leans in from the other side and gives her a kiss too. As he’s raising his head, he pauses, staring at Sam.
“Go ahead,” Susie encourages.
Dean huffs a laugh and closes the distance to kiss Sam. It’s chaste, just a peck, but Sam’s eyes close anyway.
“Bye boys,” she says, trying not to fall asleep before she’s gotten up to lock the door behind them. “Hope Fitchburg was memorable.”
“For more reasons than one,” Dean says, and then they’re gone.
Susie slips the bolt on the lock and smiles.
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Word Count: 2800
Summary: Sam and Dean take the edge off in unexpected ways after vanquishing the shtriga. With a little help from Susie.
A/N: For
smpcSusie meets them in a bar just outside Fitchburg, almost midnight and it’s not too crowded but she would have noticed them anyway. They walk in shoulder to shoulder, one right up against the other and they’d be knocking each other off balance if they weren’t in perfect sync, matching strides even though one’s a lot taller than the other. They both look around, but it’s not in interest. More like casing the joint, for either danger or to scope out some innocent that they can be dangerous to, she’s not sure. Not sure which she prefers either.
“Don’t try what they have on tap,” she says, and neither of them jump but both tense when she addresses them from a few feet down the bar, two pairs of suspicious eyes turned her way. The taller guy relaxes a little when he sees her smile, but the other man doesn’t. His eyes narrow and his jaw is set like he’s just barely restraining himself from telling her to shut the hell up. That’s not usually the reaction she gets when she wears this particular outfit or tries out this particular smile, but that’s just interesting enough to make her more curious.
Most nights she just goes home bored; not tonight though, if Susie has anything to say about it. Neither of these two strangers would be boring, she’s sure of that at least.
“Seriously, don’t let Doug convince you, it’s always crap.”
From behind the bar, Doug shakes his head and gives her a nod. Flirting is good for business and the beer on tap is the cheapest thing they sell, so she’s doing him a favor anyway.
“Thanks,” the tall guy says, and when he smiles he’s got white teeth and dimples and oh no he would not be boring at all.
“Susie.” She holds out her hand.
“Sam,” he says after a pause. “And thanks.”
The other guy straightens beside his friend, makes himself taller while Sam leans against the bar. He leans in until his shoulder touches Sam’s and Sam doesn’t react. If anything, he leans into it, and then there’s a whole conversation that takes place between the two of them that has no words at all.
“Not from around here,” she says, and Sam shakes his head. “What brings you to Fitchberg? Business?”
The shorter guy snorts. “Business, yeah. Unfinished business you might say.”
Something about the way he says it makes it sound like it was not only unfinished but possibly illegal or immoral. And dangerous, she was right about that part.
“It’s finished now,” Sam says, but he’s not talking to her.
Their eyes catch and neither says anything for a few long beats, then the other guy nods and turns back to Doug.
“So, you and…”
“Dean,” Sam answers, gesturing to his left.
Dean gives her a grudging nod and a sort of smile with no real warmth behind it. She’s not getting any stay away signals from Sam, but Susie wouldn’t be surprised if Dean’s got a crush on his big hot friend at the very least. She can work with that.
“Play a little pool?” she offers, thinking they probably need some time to warm up. Dean at least.
That gets the first spark of real interest from Dean, who sizes her up – though not in the sexy way – and then nods.
“Sure, sweetheart. I got some nerves to work off anyway.”
Three other regulars want in, and Dean’s eyes warm up even more when they make it a money game. Susie plays for fun, the competitive gleam in Dean’s eyes something she isn’t going to ignore. She watches Sam as Dean racks them up and takes a shot, sinking the ones he called and taking all three for a ride with a skill that has Susie wanting to whistle in appreciation. Sam is doing the same, watching his friend with a smirk on his handsome face. He catches her eye and shakes his head as if to say, what can you do, he’s a pool shark? She smiles back, because Dean is good at it, and he looks good doing it too. She couldn’t tell when he had that oversized leather jacket on, but now that he’s stripped down to a tee shirt and worn thin jeans, every time he leans over the table she’s not the only one checking out his ass or the curve of muscle in his arm.
Dean’s in a much better mood when he’s collected all the bills and stuffed them in his pockets. He saunters back over to Sam – there’s no other way to describe it – and slaps his friend on the back. “Guess we’ll be stayin’ in a nice motel tonight, Sammy. Somewhere different, not like…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence but it’s clear that Sam doesn’t need him to.
“Sounds good,” Sam answers, and they tap their beers with matching nods.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Susie compliments him. “Both the pool and the hustle.”
Dean’s eyebrow goes up, but the little smirk on his face gives him away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t. Appreciate your moves, that’s all.”
She lets the flirting be obvious, twists her body so he can admire hers and this time he takes the bait, eyes roving over her with some appreciation of his own.
“Um, do you…” Sam starts, and it’s clearly heading down the “you two want some time alone” road, but Dean cuts it off instantly.
“No!” He practically shouts it, and his arm goes around Sam’s broad back and stays there, like she’s just made some kind of threat against the 6 and a half foot guy who looks like he could toss her across the room if he wanted.
“Dean,” Sam says, and it’s so soft, ridiculously soft, and Sam does not shrug Dean’s arm off him.
“No,” Dean repeats, more gently this time but no less emphatically. “Not gettin’ rid of me that easily.”
She makes the decision on the spot, on a hunch.
“Oh, you misunderstand me, boys. I thought I was being clearer with my nonverbals. I’ve got a pretty nice place just up the road and the bed is plenty big enough for three and the beer is even better than here. I’ll throw in some homemade lasagna too if we work up enough of an… appetite.”
Sam’s eyes go wide and he gapes at her, blinking in disbelief.
Dean looks shocked for a second too, then he claps Sam on the back again and barks a laugh. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I most certainly do know what I’m asking for,” Susie argues, a little annoyed by his arrogance but not annoyed enough to forget about what he looks like and how she saw him move that lithe body at the pool table.
Sam smiles and shakes head, “No, he means…. You know what? Never mind. You’re a grown woman, of course you know what you’re asking for.”
“Sam!” Dean blurts and he almost chokes on his beer. Susie did not peg this guy for a prude, but he looks honestly scandalized.
“Oh come on, threesomes aren’t even all that kinky.”
Sam is outright grinning now, clearly enjoying his friend’s embarrassment. “She’s right, Dean, what’s so kinky about a threesome? In fact, I happen to know you’ve had more than one of ‘em yourself.”
“Yeah but that – that’s – that’s not –“
Sam is laughing now, and god he’s attractive when he throws his head back like that and just lets go. Dean is watching him too, and Susie knows she’s not imagining it when Dean’s eyes snag on Sam’s long throat, the way he tosses the hair out of his eyes.
“Don’t be such a prude, Dean,” she tries, and Sam laughs even harder.
“Ohgod, the look on your face,” he says to his friend, tears in his eyes he’s laughing so hard.
Dean finally gets fed up with it and slams his beer down on the bar dramatically. “Really? You think this is so funny? Fine, I’m in. Lead the way, sweetheart.”
Susie does not need to be asked twice. She grabs Sam by the hand because now he looks like he’s about to chicken out, and leads him to the door, Dean following close behind. She’s never been happier to live at the end of the block, keeping a brisk pace so nobody can change their mind. Once they’re through the door, she strips out of her shirt and kicks off her shoes to keep them from over-thinking it, and then she does what she’s wanted to do since she laid eyes on him – she pulls Sam into a kiss.
He hesitates for a moment, but she puts his hands (big, big hands) on her breasts and thanks her lucky stars that she wore that black lace bra and when she leans into him, his hips sway forward with interest even if she can still feel how tense he is. She doesn’t even try to break the kiss until he’s all in, fingers thumbing her nipples and the bulge of his dick pressed up tight against her belly. She lets her hands slip lower down his broad back, one hand squeezing his ass and the other slipping beneath the waist of his jeans.
That’s the first time she lets herself look over his shoulder at Dean. He doesn’t even notice her eyes on him, his eyes on where her hands cup Sam’s ass, how his hips buck when she palms him. Dean’s lips are parted, his breath coming fast like he ran all the way up the stairs, and his worn jeans are leaving nothing to the imagination.
Susie loosens her grip on Sam and pulls away, holding out a hand to Dean. “Let me taste you too,” she says, and Sam lets her go without question, steps back as Dean takes her hand and lets himself be pulled in. He groans, a deep half stifled rumble, as soon as she kisses him, his tongue forcing its way between her lips and licking its way into her mouth like he wants to taste every crevice. He gets one hand in her long hair and pulls her even closer, tongue plunging deeper as he groans again and she gets it suddenly – it’s not her he wants to taste. Oh she was right about him, so right.
Dean’s ass is just as nice as Sam’s and he melts against her when she grabs him, grinding his dick against her and damn, her head is spinning already from how much they’re turning her on.
“C’mon, get some of this off,” she urges, stripping off her own jeans in record time and then going for Dean’s belt. He turns his head to find Sam and they both tense when they make eye contact, but Susie lets her hand slip lower, quick stroke and squeeze to his trapped dick and Dean closes his eyes, curses.
She wraps her fingers around him as soon as she’s got his zipper down, making sure he’s not going to change his mind. He’s hot and hard, wet at the tip already, and he clutches her shoulders to steady himself as she gives him a few enthusiastic pumps.
“C’mere Sam,” she says, keeping one hand on Dean’s dick while she holds out the other to Sam, and she thinks for a minute he’s not going to do it, his pretty eyes full of doubt. It’s Dean who makes the difference; he turns to Sam and maybe is going to say no let’s not do this, but Sam takes one look at Dean’s face, mouth red and wet and swollen, eyes blown dark with lust, and Sam just crumples – he stumbles forward unbuckling his own belt and going for his own zipper, and lets her get her other hand on him just like that.
“Mmm, such big boys,” she croons, using all her skills to make it feel too good to walk away from.
They’re both looking down, eyes locked on what she’s doing with her hands. She makes a show of it, pulling them both free, making sure they can see each other.
“Both gettin’ so wet for me,” she says, “so turned on you’re fucking leaking all over, look at that.”
They take it like a command, both of them flicking their eyes to each other’s cocks, and she can feel them both twitch and swell in her grip.
Dean hisses, swears again, blurt of fluid bubbling out and that does Sam in; he shifts on his feet, hips jumping. Their jeans are pooled around their feet, trapped by their boots, and It seems like instinct when he clutches Dean’s arm for support, like his legs are about to go out from under him, and Dean clutches him right back, whispers “Sammy” like it means something else entirely.
“D-Dean,” Sam answers, and Susie chooses that moment to drop to her knees and do what she’s been dying to do for hours.
She licks up one and down the other, and they both groan, muscular thighs trembling. There’s something ridiculously hot about the fact that they still have their pants around their ankles, hobbled by them, unable to spread their legs at all.
She can’t get them both in her mouth at one time, so she alternates, slurping one of them down as much as she can while fisting the other, then switching off, and they’re both groaning now, interspersed with bitten off curses. It gets louder and louder, more and more frenzied noises, and then suddenly it’s quiet, and when she looks up they’ve fallen into each other, their mouths locked together as they kiss passionately, swallowing each other’s moans. Susie watches as they pull at each other’s hair, clutching at each other in what looks like desperation, then has to pay attention to what she’s doing when they both come over her hands, kissing each other through it as she pumps them both, fingers aching but her whole body throbbing with arousal.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean says as they start to come down, trading softer kisses, and she lets them go and sits back on her heels, feeling lightheaded.
“I’m here, I’m okay,” Sam answers, and they’re having a conversation that seems like it’s about something else, as Sam puts his big hands around his friend’s face and looks him in the eye and smiles. “I’m here, Dean.”
“I’m here too, guys,” she reminds them, and they both startle, nearly tripping over their hobbled feet. “That was hot as hell but I could really use some help here.”
To emphasize it, she leans back on the bed that they never got to use and spreads her legs. Her panties are so wet they’re sticking to her, and just their eyes on her make her throb.
They’re both good guys, because they’re quick to pull up their jeans and come over, Sam kissing her and Dean using that sinful looking mouth on her, peeling off her panties and licking into her while Sam’s hands pluck at her nipples through the black lace. They’re eager, gratitude spilling into enthusiasm and she feels like she’s strung between two voracious lovers, barely able to catch her breath before she’s coming unexpectedly, gasping into Sam’s mouth while Dean draws it out, makes it so good her thighs are shaking after.
“Mmm thanks,” she says when she can catch her breath a little, lying back on the bed feeling sated and pretty damn proud of herself for calling this one correctly and taking a chance.
“No, I – thank you,” Dean says, and his eyes dart to Sam’s again, uneasy.
Sam chuckles, and it’s dark, sexy. “I’m not gonna freak out, if that’s what you’re thinking, so stop looking at me like that.”
“Jesus, I didn’t know you were such a freak,” Dean says, but he looks relieved.
Sam reaches over and wraps a big hand around Dean’s shoulder and gives him a shake. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Dean blinks, and the look Sam is giving him makes him blush like a virgin, even the tips of his ears turning pink.
“Damn, Sammy,” he says, and it’s the first time Susie has really seen him smile, grinning wide and open.
“You wanna stay for round two?” she asks, but she already knows the answer.
They exchange a look, then Sam leans in and kisses her. It’s a kiss goodbye, but Susie sort of feels like she’s melted into the bed anyway. “I don’t think so, but thanks. You uh…you have some good ideas.”
Dean leans in from the other side and gives her a kiss too. As he’s raising his head, he pauses, staring at Sam.
“Go ahead,” Susie encourages.
Dean huffs a laugh and closes the distance to kiss Sam. It’s chaste, just a peck, but Sam’s eyes close anyway.
“Bye boys,” she says, trying not to fall asleep before she’s gotten up to lock the door behind them. “Hope Fitchburg was memorable.”
“For more reasons than one,” Dean says, and then they’re gone.
Susie slips the bolt on the lock and smiles.
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Date: 2021-05-23 10:01 pm (UTC)