All in the Family
All in the Family
Chapter 4
Chapter Wordcount: 953
“So I’m thinking about hitting the pool hall tonight,” Dean said, zipping up his small bathroom bag and shaving kit and shoving it back in his duffle.
“Alright, we can go out for dinner too.”
He laughed, “No hun, you and Sam are staying here.”
“What? Why? You know we can all hustle and make three times as much…”
Dean held up his hand silencing her before walking over to her.
“Babe…me and you, we’re already…connected. We’ve had that. You and Sam…”
Realization dawned across her face.
“Oh…oh.”
He smirked as a dusting of red spread across her cheeks and she dropped her head, staring at the oh so interesting carpet.
He let out a chuckle, eyeing Sam in the Impala pulling back into the parking lot with their coffee through the window.
He hooked his finger under her chin and pulled her eyes back to his, smiling softly at her.
She finally smirked back and he leaned in and kissed her.
Sam was over thinking the situation in his head, like he always did, when he heard the Impala pull out of the motel parking lot.
He shut off the shower and ran a hand over his face, wiping the water from his eyes.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door to the room seeing Rayne sitting on the bed.
“Where’d Dean go?”
“The pool hall.”
Sam nodded and glanced around, “Was he not gonna ask if we wanted to go?”
Rayne smirked and looked down at her lap, “We’re supposed to stay here.”
“Why?”
She stayed silent and turned red.
When she finally looked at him, letting her eyes rake down his dripping form, her tongue snaking out to wet her bottom lip it finally clicked in his head.
“Oh.”
She laughed, “Yea, that’s what I said.”
He shifted on his feet, holding the towel around his waist with a white-knuckled death grip.
She took one deep shaky breath before standing up and walking over to him.
He stared at her, wide sea-green eyes locked with hers.
Rayne smiled, and threaded her fingers through his soaked hair, pulling him into a kiss.
His free hand rested warm and light against the small of her back and she pressed herself against him, feeling the water soak through her clothes.
She reached down and placed her hand over his, pushing lightly until he finally conceded and let go of the terry cloth, the fabric pooling around his feet.
She groaned into his hot kiss as his hand, now free, came up to cradle her face and she felt him rub against her thigh.
She brought him with her as she took a couple steps back toward the bed. Her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she fell back, breaking Sam’s hold on her.
She looked up with half-lidded eyes, Sam momentarily frozen to where he stood by the lust in her gaze as she sat at the edge of the bed.
Her hands splayed out over the bones of his hips as she finally allowed herself to really look at him.
“You don’t have to…” Sam whispered.
“I know,” she said softly, bringing her lips to kiss the tip of his head.
He groaned, throwing his head back and lacing his fingers in her hair almost involuntary.
Rayne moaned at the salty flavor of his skin as she pulled him deeper into the wet confines of her mouth.
Her hands swept down and around behind him, gliding over his ass before coming up and kneading softly at the small of his back, bringing him even closer to her.
“Ray…”
She let him go with a soft wet pop and looked up at him.
Sam shivered before bending down and capturing her plump lips with his own, backing her over the bed, prowling his way over her form.
Next thing she knew his lips were wrapped around a rosy nipple and she had no recollection of even stripping off her clothes.
She hissed and arched into the heat, wrapping her leg around Sam, bringing him into contact with her wet heat.
“Oh god,” he groaned, breaking away from her breast before kissing her again.
“Sam…” she whispered before repeating it in a scream as he slid into her in one swift thrust.
“Oh god Rayne,” he forced out, voice broken and husky as he moved experimentally inside her.
“Sshh,” she hissed, cupping his face and bringing it to hers before wrapping her other leg around him, “Love me Sam.”
He kissed her, sliding his thick heat out before driving back into her soft body with a barely controlled passion.
Sam would never forget those next few quiet moments between the two of them.
Whispered names and promises, groans and sighs and the sound and feel of their two bodies coming together in the darkness of that motel room.
“Sam…” she whispered, her blue eyes lighting up and locking onto his.
He nodded once and crushed his lips to hers, tasting the irony twang of blood as he slammed home in three more brutal thrusts, letting himself fall into the feeling of her falling apart around him, her muscles clenching and fluttering, her hands blindly searching for a purchase on the spinning world and her heels digging into his back as he let himself go.
He blinked away his blurry vision, still buried inside her as he watched her flushed face beneath him as she struggled for breath.
When she finally opened her eyes she smiled, tongue flicking out to swipe at the cut on her lip and he smiled back, dropping a soft kiss to the abused skin before slipping free and wrapping his thrumming body around hers.
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Chapter 4
Chapter Wordcount: 953
“So I’m thinking about hitting the pool hall tonight,” Dean said, zipping up his small bathroom bag and shaving kit and shoving it back in his duffle.
“Alright, we can go out for dinner too.”
He laughed, “No hun, you and Sam are staying here.”
“What? Why? You know we can all hustle and make three times as much…”
Dean held up his hand silencing her before walking over to her.
“Babe…me and you, we’re already…connected. We’ve had that. You and Sam…”
Realization dawned across her face.
“Oh…oh.”
He smirked as a dusting of red spread across her cheeks and she dropped her head, staring at the oh so interesting carpet.
He let out a chuckle, eyeing Sam in the Impala pulling back into the parking lot with their coffee through the window.
He hooked his finger under her chin and pulled her eyes back to his, smiling softly at her.
She finally smirked back and he leaned in and kissed her.
Sam was over thinking the situation in his head, like he always did, when he heard the Impala pull out of the motel parking lot.
He shut off the shower and ran a hand over his face, wiping the water from his eyes.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door to the room seeing Rayne sitting on the bed.
“Where’d Dean go?”
“The pool hall.”
Sam nodded and glanced around, “Was he not gonna ask if we wanted to go?”
Rayne smirked and looked down at her lap, “We’re supposed to stay here.”
“Why?”
She stayed silent and turned red.
When she finally looked at him, letting her eyes rake down his dripping form, her tongue snaking out to wet her bottom lip it finally clicked in his head.
“Oh.”
She laughed, “Yea, that’s what I said.”
He shifted on his feet, holding the towel around his waist with a white-knuckled death grip.
She took one deep shaky breath before standing up and walking over to him.
He stared at her, wide sea-green eyes locked with hers.
Rayne smiled, and threaded her fingers through his soaked hair, pulling him into a kiss.
His free hand rested warm and light against the small of her back and she pressed herself against him, feeling the water soak through her clothes.
She reached down and placed her hand over his, pushing lightly until he finally conceded and let go of the terry cloth, the fabric pooling around his feet.
She groaned into his hot kiss as his hand, now free, came up to cradle her face and she felt him rub against her thigh.
She brought him with her as she took a couple steps back toward the bed. Her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she fell back, breaking Sam’s hold on her.
She looked up with half-lidded eyes, Sam momentarily frozen to where he stood by the lust in her gaze as she sat at the edge of the bed.
Her hands splayed out over the bones of his hips as she finally allowed herself to really look at him.
“You don’t have to…” Sam whispered.
“I know,” she said softly, bringing her lips to kiss the tip of his head.
He groaned, throwing his head back and lacing his fingers in her hair almost involuntary.
Rayne moaned at the salty flavor of his skin as she pulled him deeper into the wet confines of her mouth.
Her hands swept down and around behind him, gliding over his ass before coming up and kneading softly at the small of his back, bringing him even closer to her.
“Ray…”
She let him go with a soft wet pop and looked up at him.
Sam shivered before bending down and capturing her plump lips with his own, backing her over the bed, prowling his way over her form.
Next thing she knew his lips were wrapped around a rosy nipple and she had no recollection of even stripping off her clothes.
She hissed and arched into the heat, wrapping her leg around Sam, bringing him into contact with her wet heat.
“Oh god,” he groaned, breaking away from her breast before kissing her again.
“Sam…” she whispered before repeating it in a scream as he slid into her in one swift thrust.
“Oh god Rayne,” he forced out, voice broken and husky as he moved experimentally inside her.
“Sshh,” she hissed, cupping his face and bringing it to hers before wrapping her other leg around him, “Love me Sam.”
He kissed her, sliding his thick heat out before driving back into her soft body with a barely controlled passion.
Sam would never forget those next few quiet moments between the two of them.
Whispered names and promises, groans and sighs and the sound and feel of their two bodies coming together in the darkness of that motel room.
“Sam…” she whispered, her blue eyes lighting up and locking onto his.
He nodded once and crushed his lips to hers, tasting the irony twang of blood as he slammed home in three more brutal thrusts, letting himself fall into the feeling of her falling apart around him, her muscles clenching and fluttering, her hands blindly searching for a purchase on the spinning world and her heels digging into his back as he let himself go.
He blinked away his blurry vision, still buried inside her as he watched her flushed face beneath him as she struggled for breath.
When she finally opened her eyes she smiled, tongue flicking out to swipe at the cut on her lip and he smiled back, dropping a soft kiss to the abused skin before slipping free and wrapping his thrumming body around hers.
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