[TMS] Energy
[Sam = imnot_likeyou. Set after THIS and THIS.]
Sam Winchester had this-energy-about him. It was dark and delicious, and she could always sense him coming her way. It was always a situation to look forward to, despite the fact that he was working with Lilith, but Sam had always been very good to her, and she was always inclined to return the favor.
So long as it was for him and him alone.
Amy had her issues with Lilith. While she was glad that she had abandoned her initial idea of releasing Lucifer and starting the Apocalypse, it still didn’t quash the urgent need Amy had to squeeze her pretty blond head until it exploded. Sam, on the other hand -Sam was something she wanted to take advantage of. Sam was something she wanted to explore-in every sense of the word.
She was being hit on in the middle of a crowded club when she first sensed him, looming in the back of her mind. Licking her lips slightly, she excused herself from the person she was talking to and started to make her way out towards the back alley. He was following her, she knew that, but he waited until they were out of sight of the crowd to make his move. He was always a little rough with her, but he also knew that that was how she liked it. He grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her back against the brick wall of the bar.
“Well hello there, sailor,” she smirked, running her hands up over his shoulders. “Miss me?”
Sam just grinned at her, before dipping his head closer to her, tilting it so that he was whispering in her ear. “I need a favor.”
“Oh really?” she said with a grin, letting her hands slip over his chest gently, before sliding slowly down towards his hips. “Your mistress not handling things as well as she usually does?”
Sam didn’t pull away completely, but tensed. “Amy-”
“You’re such a goody-goody, Sam,” she sighed, looking up at him. “And here I thought you were supposed to be a bad boy now.”
She felt a bout of telekinesis slam her back against the wall of the bar, mental fingers closing around her throat as it did. “I’m not yours to play with, Fallen. I came to you for a favor, but if you’re not up for the job, I can find someone else.”
Amy’s face drew up in a pout, not threatened by Sam in the slightest. “Can’t blame a girl for trying, can you, Sam?”
Sam rolled his eyes, his hand coming up to brush the side of her face, tilting her up to look at him. “I need you to get something for me. From my brother. Can you do that?”
“Of course I can, honey,” Amy replied, before giving him a look. “But keep in mind that you only get so many freebies. Eventually-” Her fingers started to trail up his chest again. “-I’m going to start to expect some compensation.”
“Don’t worry,” he sighed. “I think you’ll enjoy this one immensely.”
“What do you need me to collect?” she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. He smirked a bit, before leaning in to whisper the answer in her ear. With that, she grinned, and nodded.
“Don’t worry-it will be back in your hands by the end of the night.”
“Good girl,” Sam grinned, before pushing away from her and starting to head back down the alleyway. A blink of an eye later, Amy was standing outside a bar and in front of a beautiful sixty-seven Chevy Impala.
“Oh, hello gorgeous,” she murmured, looking her over and leaning forward and resting her hands on the hood. “Now, how exactly to get you home to Daddy.”
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Sam Winchester had this-energy-about him. It was dark and delicious, and she could always sense him coming her way. It was always a situation to look forward to, despite the fact that he was working with Lilith, but Sam had always been very good to her, and she was always inclined to return the favor.
So long as it was for him and him alone.
Amy had her issues with Lilith. While she was glad that she had abandoned her initial idea of releasing Lucifer and starting the Apocalypse, it still didn’t quash the urgent need Amy had to squeeze her pretty blond head until it exploded. Sam, on the other hand -Sam was something she wanted to take advantage of. Sam was something she wanted to explore-in every sense of the word.
She was being hit on in the middle of a crowded club when she first sensed him, looming in the back of her mind. Licking her lips slightly, she excused herself from the person she was talking to and started to make her way out towards the back alley. He was following her, she knew that, but he waited until they were out of sight of the crowd to make his move. He was always a little rough with her, but he also knew that that was how she liked it. He grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her back against the brick wall of the bar.
“Well hello there, sailor,” she smirked, running her hands up over his shoulders. “Miss me?”
Sam just grinned at her, before dipping his head closer to her, tilting it so that he was whispering in her ear. “I need a favor.”
“Oh really?” she said with a grin, letting her hands slip over his chest gently, before sliding slowly down towards his hips. “Your mistress not handling things as well as she usually does?”
Sam didn’t pull away completely, but tensed. “Amy-”
“You’re such a goody-goody, Sam,” she sighed, looking up at him. “And here I thought you were supposed to be a bad boy now.”
She felt a bout of telekinesis slam her back against the wall of the bar, mental fingers closing around her throat as it did. “I’m not yours to play with, Fallen. I came to you for a favor, but if you’re not up for the job, I can find someone else.”
Amy’s face drew up in a pout, not threatened by Sam in the slightest. “Can’t blame a girl for trying, can you, Sam?”
Sam rolled his eyes, his hand coming up to brush the side of her face, tilting her up to look at him. “I need you to get something for me. From my brother. Can you do that?”
“Of course I can, honey,” Amy replied, before giving him a look. “But keep in mind that you only get so many freebies. Eventually-” Her fingers started to trail up his chest again. “-I’m going to start to expect some compensation.”
“Don’t worry,” he sighed. “I think you’ll enjoy this one immensely.”
“What do you need me to collect?” she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. He smirked a bit, before leaning in to whisper the answer in her ear. With that, she grinned, and nodded.
“Don’t worry-it will be back in your hands by the end of the night.”
“Good girl,” Sam grinned, before pushing away from her and starting to head back down the alleyway. A blink of an eye later, Amy was standing outside a bar and in front of a beautiful sixty-seven Chevy Impala.
“Oh, hello gorgeous,” she murmured, looking her over and leaning forward and resting her hands on the hood. “Now, how exactly to get you home to Daddy.”
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