Why Sam really loves his new girlfriend.
Inspired by this fill http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/7293.html?thread=15376509#t15376509 on Avengerkink. (Which by the way if you haven't read you should)
I own NOBODY here.
Sam was holding his head in his hands, wondering what was wrong with him. He hadn't been able to save anybody, not even Natasha, all he had been able to do is watch as the demon ripped her out through the door.
One second she had been there drinking from a water bottle and the next, she was gone, a blur that had disappeared and replaced by inhuman laughter.
Eventually he pulled himself out of his depression, if he couldn't save Natasha, then he could at least make sure that her killer paid for it.
He was still gearing up as the door opened up again, and Natasha strode in, a little bit bloody, though Sam couldn't seen any visible injuries. She was still carrying her water bottle though, except now the clear plastic didn't show water, but thick, oily black smoke. Fighting against it's plastic boundries.
Natasha for her part, seemed amused by him, placing down the bottle bound demon, with a threat of 'stop fighting or else I'll do it again' that immediately caused it to stop rocking back and forth.
Whatever Sam was going to say was cut off as she pressed her lips against him, pushing him back down onto the bed. His near protest cut off by her 'oh god you're adorable when you're looking for vengence- we must fuck NOW' face.
Her one concession as she stripped him and pressed the rest of herself against him was that they move to a room without a demon trapped in a water bottle present.
The demon was still there, in the same spot, when Castiel came to dispose of it nearly fifteen minutes later. Still, apparently, too scared of the woman that had captured it to flee. He tilted his head listening to the very loud, and altheltic activities in the othe room before removing himself and the demon.
I own NOBODY here.
Sam was holding his head in his hands, wondering what was wrong with him. He hadn't been able to save anybody, not even Natasha, all he had been able to do is watch as the demon ripped her out through the door.
One second she had been there drinking from a water bottle and the next, she was gone, a blur that had disappeared and replaced by inhuman laughter.
Eventually he pulled himself out of his depression, if he couldn't save Natasha, then he could at least make sure that her killer paid for it.
He was still gearing up as the door opened up again, and Natasha strode in, a little bit bloody, though Sam couldn't seen any visible injuries. She was still carrying her water bottle though, except now the clear plastic didn't show water, but thick, oily black smoke. Fighting against it's plastic boundries.
Natasha for her part, seemed amused by him, placing down the bottle bound demon, with a threat of 'stop fighting or else I'll do it again' that immediately caused it to stop rocking back and forth.
Whatever Sam was going to say was cut off as she pressed her lips against him, pushing him back down onto the bed. His near protest cut off by her 'oh god you're adorable when you're looking for vengence- we must fuck NOW' face.
Her one concession as she stripped him and pressed the rest of herself against him was that they move to a room without a demon trapped in a water bottle present.
The demon was still there, in the same spot, when Castiel came to dispose of it nearly fifteen minutes later. Still, apparently, too scared of the woman that had captured it to flee. He tilted his head listening to the very loud, and altheltic activities in the othe room before removing himself and the demon.