Sam's Secret Romances (Real and Imagined) 5/30 by my_sam_dean, Supernatural, List 1, #01
Title: Sam's Secret Romances (Real and Imagined) 5/30
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom:Supernatural
Claim: Sam Winchester
Theme List: List One
Theme: #01 - Frustration
Rating: NC-17
Description: Sam has angry sex with Cassie Robinson (Route 666).
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Sam had fumed all the way there. Dean had told him three states before. Sam had made an excuse that he needed some time on his own. He asked Dean if he could borrow the Impala for a couple of days, just overnight and then come back.
Dean didn't see anything wrong with Sam needing some time. He hadn't taken any by himself since Jessica's death.
"You aren't going to do anything stupid?" Dean asked.
"No."
"You're gonna be careful with my baby, right?"
"Yes, Dean."
"Ok, overnight is fine. We don't have a hunt to go on anyway. Just check in tonight when you get to a motel."
Sam nodded as Dean handed him the keys.
That had been early this morning. Sam had the whole way to Cape Girardeau, Missouri, to think about how Cassie had toyed with his brother's love and hurt him again. Sam swore she'd done it for her own amusement.
Cassie opened the door. "Sam. Is Dean here?"
"We need to talk," Sam said as he stepped past her, not waiting to be invited in.
Cassie closed the door and turned to watch Sam pace the floor.
"You can't have a heart. If you did, you'd hate yourself right now and you seem to be doing fine."
"This must be about breaking up with Dean."
"What the hell else would it be about? We come down here, save your ass, he thinks everything is okay and then when he calls you drop him like lead. Are you just evil?"
"I told him I was a realist," Cassie said. "If he didn't believe me--"
"If? He hung onto the fact that you were still here and understood what hunting meant. He didn't expect you to dump him."
"I don't live in the supernatural, I live in the real world."
"You want real? I'll give you real," Sam crossed the space between them and covered her mouth with his.
She reacted instantly, kissing him back, moving her hands up to his shoulders. Sam pulled down his jeans and shorts. Then, he quickly lifted her skirt and got rid of her panties.
He turned her around because he couldn't bear to look at her. She repulsed him and frustrated him that much.
He bent her over the back of the couch. He ignored her pleas to go to her bed. That wasn't what this was. He kicked her feet apart and jabbed two fingers into her, finding her ready.
He placed himself where his fingers had been and swiftly pushed in all the way. That took Cassie by surprise.
Then, he started thrusting at a punishing rate. His hands would leave bruises on her hips but he didn't care.
When he was done, he got himself dressed and Cassie was trying to straighten her skirt.
"That was real," Sam told her. "That was just sex. My brother made love to you but I didn't. I hope you can tell the difference in the future."
Sam walked away and stopped at the door. "And stay away from Dean."
Cassie stood there, stunned.
***
"Dean, I'm fine," Sam tried to convince him from the cut-rate motel. "I think I just needed the time to drive and think. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Do you feel better?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I do."
"Good, 'cause I think I found us a job."
"Great," Sam replied. "You can tell me all about it when I get back."
Dean had bounced back and was looking for jobs. Sam had rid himself of his frustration and hate.
They were ready to move on now.