No Such Luck - for cookageful
Title: No Such Luck
Author/Artist: casper_san
Recipient: cookageful
Pairing: Sam/Jo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing major. Could be seen as AU.
Summary: Sam Winchester never had much luck. So why did he always seem to tempt fate?
Notes: This actually was inspired by almost all of the prompts. It came out a little different then I expected but hopefully it's okay. =)
The car seemed way too damn small for his liking. Every so often, he would wiggle a little to the left, hoping to all hell she wouldn’t notice him trying to put distance between them. After the third nervous move, she took a hard left, sending him flying into his door.
“Better?” She asked sweetly and flicked him a glance before turning back to the road, once again her demeanor going code red. He’d really done it this time.
“Jo-”
“I’m not interested in hearing it so just shut it already.”
But he persisted. If he didn’t, there was a big chance he wouldn’t survive much longer. “I know you’re pissed and you have every right-”
She growled. “What are you deaf? I said didn’t wanna hear it.”
“I know but I really think you should.”
Jo stomped down on the brake hard. And just like that, he felt his body flying forward as he threw his hands up to block his face from crashing into the truck’s dashboard.
“I’m getting real tired of you, Winchester. So hear me right now.”
He swallowed; the audible gulp loud enough for them both to hear. “Okay.”
She narrowed her eyes and a quirk of her lips turned those frown lines into devious little trademarks of his torture. “Get. Out.”
It took him a few seconds, even though he heard those two words as clear as day light, for it to actually register on what she was telling him.
“What?”
She nodded her head to his door. “You heard me. And you know how much I hate repeating myself.”
“But the motel is at least two miles away.”
“Don’t care.” Jo was if not all else stubborn as a bull. Once she figured out a punishment, she stuck with it.
Slowly he dropped his head, reached for the door handle, hoping that she would change her mind at some point before he made it out of the car. No such luck. Within a second of his second foot falling onto the ground, she was two seconds behind him pulling the passenger door shut and gassing it down the street, leaving Sam Winchester in the dust.
/=\
Dust coated him and clung to his skin like a second set of clothes. He felt like enough rocks had been collected in his shoes to make his very own collection. Hell, he could probably make a damn rock shack with a rock chimney to go with it if really thought about it. And then maybe he could stick the blonde outside in a pour down.
And she’d whine and whimper about how cold she was getting from the rain. That she was wearing a white shirt and her nipples were starting to grow hard… Sam swallowed harshly and shook his head.
Bad idea to have that stuck in your head if you planned on winning an impending argument with flashes of your opponent soaking wet and looking more delectable then any damn thing known to man.
Taking a deep breath, Sam stuck the key in its hole and unlocked the motel door. At first he might have expected the sound of a shotgun pumping. Or the zing of a blade just barely catching his face.
What he found nearly made his jaw drop.
Blanket strewn up to her chest laid little Miss Goldilocks, with her face tucked into the pillow, nice and snug in the bed. He couldn’t figure out what to do next.
She could be playing the vulnerable card. It wouldn’t be a first in the least. He checked around the edge of the threshold, making sure no bucket of ice water sat for his arrival. Then he did a clear look around the room. Nothing that would give him up like bits of glass strewn across the carpet acting as an alarm or a possible trip wire that would have him flat on his face. Or both.
Normally he would have smelled a trap without a doubt in his mind. But the rise and fall of Jo’s chest told him she was sleeping.
So why was he so wound up?
/=\
She could hear him shifting at the doorway. It was damn near hard not to laugh at how easy it was to scare this boy.
Shifting in her ‘sleep’ she could hear him stiffen and already imagine his ramrod stature. When it came to being cautious, Sam was the expert. Of course, Sam also happened to always feel guilty about being so paranoid with her which made things ten times more fun.
Jo pushed her foot out from the covers and stretched her arm above her head. Again, Sam stopped moving and possibly stopped breathing, watching her like a hawk, she was sure.
Popping one eye open, she spied him just at the edge of the bed. She smiled. “Took you long enough.”
He’s shoulders deflated. “Yeah, I would have gotten here sooner but there was this crazy blonde chick that kicked me out of the car.”
“Sure she had a good reason.” Standing up, she made sure the sheet covered her chest.
“No not really. All I was doing was trying to keep her safe.”
“Hmm. Seems to me like you overstepped a boundary. Went out on a hunt and kept her out of the loop. “
A tick appeared just above his right eye. Already his large hands clamped themselves into fists at his side as he tried to control his temper. “Jo, the thing targeted blonde females. I wasn’t about to go and let you wander in there with a big target on your head.”
“Let me?” Irritation didn’t seem quite right. Downright pissed off sounded more like what Jo felt at that moment. “First off, no one let’s me do anything. I do what I fucking please. Secondly, I worked my ass off on that case and you go in, guns blazing, acting like the mighty hero. I don’t need protecting. What I need is a partner.”
Sam noted her white knuckled fists clinging to the sheets as her eyes sparked with ire. Temper rising, he knew he should tread lightly. Not that he was scared or anything. It just always ended badly when she got like this. And usually the bad fell on his lap.
“You know I care about you-“
“I got that. But it doesn’t give you the right to keep me out of the loop.”
That was it. Sam threw his arms up, tired and exhausted from the long walk. “Whatever. I did what I thought I had to. I’m sorry I wanted to keep you alive, next I’ll make sure you walk into the traps. Better?”
Jo bit her bottom lip. He seriously needed an attitude adjustment.
‘Plan time,’ Musing, Jo waited until Sam plopped down onto one of the motel’s chairs before she moved from the bed, sheet still on her.
“I get that you want to protect me. But I never asked to be protected.” Walking over to him, she watched as he eyed her warily, his attention going to where her hands clung to the blanket.
Oh so slowly, she leaned down, until they were no more than a whisper away from each other’s lips. She licked her lips, almost nervously or at least pretending to be. Whatever the case, she had his attention.
“Sam, tell me something.” One hand reached out and landed on his chest. Immediately, that hand began to dip down to where the gaps sat in between the buttons of his flannel and pushed her fingers onto hard abs.
He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just remained quiet as her little digits started to circle his nipple.
“Why is it you worry about me falling into traps-” At this her lips finally brushed his as her body slowly descended down to his lap. Heat filtered through the sheet quickly and started to absorb into his clothing and skin. Sam frowned.
Sunlight still managed to stream through a crack between the curtains and flowed into the room, piercing through a part of the sheet.
He followed his eyes down until he spotted the silhouette body forming beneath. A nude body. Sam’s mouth went slack. Jo was naked under the damn sheet! As if sensing his discovery, Jo pressed her center just at where his cock sat now waiting at full attention beneath his jeans.
“Jo” But her mouth was already on his, shutting off whatever question he had. She lightly lifted her hips, allowing her thighs to spread until she was straddling his hips. Kisses fluttered down chin and along his jaw, until nipping just at his jugular.
The hand that had been teasing under his shirt managed to get all the buttons undone now, pushing away the fabric so that his stomach was visible. Jo backed away, her lips now slightly plump and her eyes dancing with lust.
“As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted. Why is it you worry about me falling into traps when you should worry about falling in your own?”
Sam frowned as Jo slowly detangled herself from his lap and stood, sheet intake as she gave a impish grin. And then she dropped the sheet. If Sam could grow any harder it was then. Dying sunlight bathed her and her breasts were firm and inviting. She wound him. Like giving a toy to a child only to take it away.
“You have got to be kidding me.” He stated more to himself then her as she took off for the bathroom and locked the door.
“Keeping you out of the loop, sweetie. I wouldn’t want to endanger you.”
Sam was at the bathroom door, his eyes roving the mechanics of the door. He went to his bag which she had stashed beside the bed and dug through it. “Endanger me? What am I in danger of?”
He heard her suck her breath as if in shock. “Why your integrity! I wouldn’t want to harm your virtue.”
Oh she was going to get it.
/=\
Jo snickered, her body shaking with laughter when she heard a squeaking noise, followed by the door suddenly moving from its place in the threshold. She panicked and backed up until she was just about standing in the damn shower stall.
Almost looking like the damn Hulk, Sam moved the piece of wood with ease and put it to the side. An eyebrow perked up when he spotted her. Naked and somewhat dumbstruck, she didn’t miss the huge grin that split across his face nor the very much there erection he still had going.
Shit.
Stripping, Sam tossed his pants and shirt to the side before venturing after her. She meanwhile was like a deer in headlights. Already the thought of trying to get around him had no appeal. He could easily snatch her up. He took up most of the bathroom as it is!
“So, about that virtue?” Sam whispered before picking her up by her ass and hefting her up into his arms.
“Yeah, about that virtue.” Jo smiled. Okay, so he finally got one over on her, she’d give him that. He nibbled just at her shoulder and down to her right breast. A pert nipple slipped into his mouth as his fingers dug into her hip and she felt a moan slip from her.
She retaliated by pressing her hand against his groin. He growled out at the roughness and yet didn’t stop her. She literally had him by the balls.
“No leaving me out from now on, okay?”
A slow solemn nod came from the tall Winchester.
Jo Harvelle however never lost a war.
“Good.” She gave a genuine kiss and felt him respond as he laced his hands within her long blonde hair. When they broke apart she smiled up at him. “Now we can protect each other.”
Sam smirked. So that’s what the fight had been about. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
A few years ago he’d thought that he’d have a quiet happy life with a wife and kids. No such luck.
Instead he had a unruly girlfriend with a serious right hook and a mission to save those who met the bump in the night. Well, he thought as Jo wrapped her legs around his lean hips and pressed her heat against him, maybe he did have a little luck after all.
Author/Artist: casper_san
Recipient: cookageful
Pairing: Sam/Jo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing major. Could be seen as AU.
Summary: Sam Winchester never had much luck. So why did he always seem to tempt fate?
Notes: This actually was inspired by almost all of the prompts. It came out a little different then I expected but hopefully it's okay. =)
The car seemed way too damn small for his liking. Every so often, he would wiggle a little to the left, hoping to all hell she wouldn’t notice him trying to put distance between them. After the third nervous move, she took a hard left, sending him flying into his door.
“Better?” She asked sweetly and flicked him a glance before turning back to the road, once again her demeanor going code red. He’d really done it this time.
“Jo-”
“I’m not interested in hearing it so just shut it already.”
But he persisted. If he didn’t, there was a big chance he wouldn’t survive much longer. “I know you’re pissed and you have every right-”
She growled. “What are you deaf? I said didn’t wanna hear it.”
“I know but I really think you should.”
Jo stomped down on the brake hard. And just like that, he felt his body flying forward as he threw his hands up to block his face from crashing into the truck’s dashboard.
“I’m getting real tired of you, Winchester. So hear me right now.”
He swallowed; the audible gulp loud enough for them both to hear. “Okay.”
She narrowed her eyes and a quirk of her lips turned those frown lines into devious little trademarks of his torture. “Get. Out.”
It took him a few seconds, even though he heard those two words as clear as day light, for it to actually register on what she was telling him.
“What?”
She nodded her head to his door. “You heard me. And you know how much I hate repeating myself.”
“But the motel is at least two miles away.”
“Don’t care.” Jo was if not all else stubborn as a bull. Once she figured out a punishment, she stuck with it.
Slowly he dropped his head, reached for the door handle, hoping that she would change her mind at some point before he made it out of the car. No such luck. Within a second of his second foot falling onto the ground, she was two seconds behind him pulling the passenger door shut and gassing it down the street, leaving Sam Winchester in the dust.
/=\
Dust coated him and clung to his skin like a second set of clothes. He felt like enough rocks had been collected in his shoes to make his very own collection. Hell, he could probably make a damn rock shack with a rock chimney to go with it if really thought about it. And then maybe he could stick the blonde outside in a pour down.
And she’d whine and whimper about how cold she was getting from the rain. That she was wearing a white shirt and her nipples were starting to grow hard… Sam swallowed harshly and shook his head.
Bad idea to have that stuck in your head if you planned on winning an impending argument with flashes of your opponent soaking wet and looking more delectable then any damn thing known to man.
Taking a deep breath, Sam stuck the key in its hole and unlocked the motel door. At first he might have expected the sound of a shotgun pumping. Or the zing of a blade just barely catching his face.
What he found nearly made his jaw drop.
Blanket strewn up to her chest laid little Miss Goldilocks, with her face tucked into the pillow, nice and snug in the bed. He couldn’t figure out what to do next.
She could be playing the vulnerable card. It wouldn’t be a first in the least. He checked around the edge of the threshold, making sure no bucket of ice water sat for his arrival. Then he did a clear look around the room. Nothing that would give him up like bits of glass strewn across the carpet acting as an alarm or a possible trip wire that would have him flat on his face. Or both.
Normally he would have smelled a trap without a doubt in his mind. But the rise and fall of Jo’s chest told him she was sleeping.
So why was he so wound up?
/=\
She could hear him shifting at the doorway. It was damn near hard not to laugh at how easy it was to scare this boy.
Shifting in her ‘sleep’ she could hear him stiffen and already imagine his ramrod stature. When it came to being cautious, Sam was the expert. Of course, Sam also happened to always feel guilty about being so paranoid with her which made things ten times more fun.
Jo pushed her foot out from the covers and stretched her arm above her head. Again, Sam stopped moving and possibly stopped breathing, watching her like a hawk, she was sure.
Popping one eye open, she spied him just at the edge of the bed. She smiled. “Took you long enough.”
He’s shoulders deflated. “Yeah, I would have gotten here sooner but there was this crazy blonde chick that kicked me out of the car.”
“Sure she had a good reason.” Standing up, she made sure the sheet covered her chest.
“No not really. All I was doing was trying to keep her safe.”
“Hmm. Seems to me like you overstepped a boundary. Went out on a hunt and kept her out of the loop. “
A tick appeared just above his right eye. Already his large hands clamped themselves into fists at his side as he tried to control his temper. “Jo, the thing targeted blonde females. I wasn’t about to go and let you wander in there with a big target on your head.”
“Let me?” Irritation didn’t seem quite right. Downright pissed off sounded more like what Jo felt at that moment. “First off, no one let’s me do anything. I do what I fucking please. Secondly, I worked my ass off on that case and you go in, guns blazing, acting like the mighty hero. I don’t need protecting. What I need is a partner.”
Sam noted her white knuckled fists clinging to the sheets as her eyes sparked with ire. Temper rising, he knew he should tread lightly. Not that he was scared or anything. It just always ended badly when she got like this. And usually the bad fell on his lap.
“You know I care about you-“
“I got that. But it doesn’t give you the right to keep me out of the loop.”
That was it. Sam threw his arms up, tired and exhausted from the long walk. “Whatever. I did what I thought I had to. I’m sorry I wanted to keep you alive, next I’ll make sure you walk into the traps. Better?”
Jo bit her bottom lip. He seriously needed an attitude adjustment.
‘Plan time,’ Musing, Jo waited until Sam plopped down onto one of the motel’s chairs before she moved from the bed, sheet still on her.
“I get that you want to protect me. But I never asked to be protected.” Walking over to him, she watched as he eyed her warily, his attention going to where her hands clung to the blanket.
Oh so slowly, she leaned down, until they were no more than a whisper away from each other’s lips. She licked her lips, almost nervously or at least pretending to be. Whatever the case, she had his attention.
“Sam, tell me something.” One hand reached out and landed on his chest. Immediately, that hand began to dip down to where the gaps sat in between the buttons of his flannel and pushed her fingers onto hard abs.
He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just remained quiet as her little digits started to circle his nipple.
“Why is it you worry about me falling into traps-” At this her lips finally brushed his as her body slowly descended down to his lap. Heat filtered through the sheet quickly and started to absorb into his clothing and skin. Sam frowned.
Sunlight still managed to stream through a crack between the curtains and flowed into the room, piercing through a part of the sheet.
He followed his eyes down until he spotted the silhouette body forming beneath. A nude body. Sam’s mouth went slack. Jo was naked under the damn sheet! As if sensing his discovery, Jo pressed her center just at where his cock sat now waiting at full attention beneath his jeans.
“Jo” But her mouth was already on his, shutting off whatever question he had. She lightly lifted her hips, allowing her thighs to spread until she was straddling his hips. Kisses fluttered down chin and along his jaw, until nipping just at his jugular.
The hand that had been teasing under his shirt managed to get all the buttons undone now, pushing away the fabric so that his stomach was visible. Jo backed away, her lips now slightly plump and her eyes dancing with lust.
“As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted. Why is it you worry about me falling into traps when you should worry about falling in your own?”
Sam frowned as Jo slowly detangled herself from his lap and stood, sheet intake as she gave a impish grin. And then she dropped the sheet. If Sam could grow any harder it was then. Dying sunlight bathed her and her breasts were firm and inviting. She wound him. Like giving a toy to a child only to take it away.
“You have got to be kidding me.” He stated more to himself then her as she took off for the bathroom and locked the door.
“Keeping you out of the loop, sweetie. I wouldn’t want to endanger you.”
Sam was at the bathroom door, his eyes roving the mechanics of the door. He went to his bag which she had stashed beside the bed and dug through it. “Endanger me? What am I in danger of?”
He heard her suck her breath as if in shock. “Why your integrity! I wouldn’t want to harm your virtue.”
Oh she was going to get it.
/=\
Jo snickered, her body shaking with laughter when she heard a squeaking noise, followed by the door suddenly moving from its place in the threshold. She panicked and backed up until she was just about standing in the damn shower stall.
Almost looking like the damn Hulk, Sam moved the piece of wood with ease and put it to the side. An eyebrow perked up when he spotted her. Naked and somewhat dumbstruck, she didn’t miss the huge grin that split across his face nor the very much there erection he still had going.
Shit.
Stripping, Sam tossed his pants and shirt to the side before venturing after her. She meanwhile was like a deer in headlights. Already the thought of trying to get around him had no appeal. He could easily snatch her up. He took up most of the bathroom as it is!
“So, about that virtue?” Sam whispered before picking her up by her ass and hefting her up into his arms.
“Yeah, about that virtue.” Jo smiled. Okay, so he finally got one over on her, she’d give him that. He nibbled just at her shoulder and down to her right breast. A pert nipple slipped into his mouth as his fingers dug into her hip and she felt a moan slip from her.
She retaliated by pressing her hand against his groin. He growled out at the roughness and yet didn’t stop her. She literally had him by the balls.
“No leaving me out from now on, okay?”
A slow solemn nod came from the tall Winchester.
Jo Harvelle however never lost a war.
“Good.” She gave a genuine kiss and felt him respond as he laced his hands within her long blonde hair. When they broke apart she smiled up at him. “Now we can protect each other.”
Sam smirked. So that’s what the fight had been about. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
A few years ago he’d thought that he’d have a quiet happy life with a wife and kids. No such luck.
Instead he had a unruly girlfriend with a serious right hook and a mission to save those who met the bump in the night. Well, he thought as Jo wrapped her legs around his lean hips and pressed her heat against him, maybe he did have a little luck after all.