Just Another Day 8

"We’re not finished yet." Sam cooed, bowing his head and grazing his teeth along the flesh behind Sara’s ear. Smiling against her flesh, the Winchester nipped at it, pecking tenderly. Sara’s hands gripped his shoulders, pressure strong enough to bruise the tan muscle. Pulling his mouth back, Sam moaned as his lover wrapped her legs around his waist and engulfed him further. Sweat streamed slowly down his spine, causing him to shake.

"Oh baby." Sara hissed, cupping Sam’s cheek and crashing her lips hard onto his. Breathing through her nose, she moaned. The youth above her smelt of sweat and gun oil, the aroma of leather blending in from the seats. Finding her insides tighten, the girl tugged at Sam’s bottom brim with her teeth.

The Winchester could feel the both of them starting to reach their peak, the pressure building in his balls. The Impala had slowed, the dramatic drop in speed going unnoticed by the couple.

"God," Sara panted, pressing her head into the seat. With one last thrust, bliss shot through her body, limbs trembling and eyesight blinded by light. She felt Sam come inside her, his teeth clamping onto her shoulder and biting down. The pain only made the orgasm better. She was feeling pretty damn good. Closing her eyes, the girl tried to catch her breath.

"I love you." Sam gasped, placing a small kiss on his lover’s forehead. His eyes went to the blood pooling in the teeth marks. There was a tiny part of him that felt sorry for her, knowing it was going to be a nasty hickey by tomorrow morning; but seeing her eyes open lazily and gaze at him with passion, the sentiment of regret quickly vanished. She had loved it as much as he had. Feeling his limbs vibrate with depleting energy, he lowered himself gently on Sara’s chest after pulling her shirt down. Her hands rose to brush through his hair. The two were left shaky and exhausted from their sexual ordeal.

Dean slowed the car to a full stop, opening the drivers side of the door enough for him and Ana to squeeze through unnoticed by the couple in back. Even though the music was deafening, both Ana and Dean couldn’t help but over hear everything, arousing them as well. Smirking, Dean’s hand slid over the cool metal handle, waiting for Ana’s nod. They wanted perfect timing, the Winchester watching his girl come to the other side window and peer in. Smiling to herself, the huntress dipped her head.

The youth’s yanked open the door on Sam’s side, features brightening with a grin. "We’re here!" He called out, startling the occupants inside.

Sam’s body was splayed on Sara’s, pale buttocks in plain view of his older brother. His jeans were bunched at his knees, head resting on his girlfriend’s chest. Dean stared a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter. His hand left the handle, both going to his knees as he began to tear up.
"Best to get dressed, Sara dear-neighbors watching," Ana teased from the opposite doorway, cracking up herself. The blush forming on the lover’s cheeks made the situation even more humorous.

Sara tilted her head back, eyes squinting at Ana. "Bitch." Her hands cradled Sam’s head against her chest.

"You know it and love it." Ana countered, smiling before she waltzed over to Dean and tugged him away. The two shared grins as they departed, finding their goal of ‘pissing Sammy and Sara off’ for the day accomplished.

In the Impala, the doors still wide open, Sam tried to hold his emotions in check. He so wanted to sock his brother in the face right now. Lifting his head, he pecked Sara’s nose before sitting up. His jeans were quickly restored to their previous position around his waist, shirt pulled over the hem. Reaching down, he did the same for Sara, leaving a path of kisses as he redressed the girl. Grasping her hands, he backed out of the car, easing her over the seat and onto the pavement. "That was…interesting." He joked, anger simmering underneath the surface. His hands slid around Sara’s waist to clasp behind the small of her back.

"They meant no harm, you know that." Sara soothed, cocking her head and gazing at the man holding her. His face was still flushed from the car ride.

Sighing, Sam bobbed his head, agreeing with his lover after a couple of minutes of consideration. "I’m sorry I got on the offensive about hiding info from you." He abruptly spoke, meeting Sara’s eyes.

Nodding, Sara let out a breath. "Yea, me too. I should have never even brought up Jessica." Smiling softly, she stood on her tippy-toes and pressed her lips on his for a swift kiss. "Will you forgive me?"

Sam scoffed, raising a brow. "Of course. The amazing sex should have proven that already." He teased, shaking his head in mock disapproval. Sara crossed her arms, eyeing the Winchester harshly.

"Excuse me? I’m sorry, I didn’t notice?" Rolling her eyes, the huntress, pushed Sam’s head back with the flat of her palm gently before spinning on her heel, heading in the direction of the motel room. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Sam knew that she wasn’t mad, his hurried footsteps coming closer as he came beside her.

Ana jumped over one of the beds, squealing as Dean tried to grab her ankles. "Ha! Try to get me now!" She yelled at him, both of them chuckling. Dean plunged over the bed, his fingers brushing the air where Ana used to be as she eluded him. Dean quickly pushed off the mattress, catching Ana off guard and tackling her to the floor with a thud.

"Just did." He stated, a cocky smirk on his lips.

Ana laughed, wiggling under her lovers embrace. "I can see that." She stated between gasps for breaths.

Dean huffed a bit, his lips going to just below the center of the collar bone and blowing a raspberry. Ana squealed, her laughter growing louder as she tried to get out of Dean’s grasp. "No! Stop! Dean!" She cried, tears forming in her eyes from her fits of laughter.

Dean glanced up at her. "What?" He asked, a giant grin plastered on his face. "Not having fun?’

Ana choked back some giggles, "I’m having loads of fun."

"Good." Dean replied, his lips attacking her flesh once more, causing an uproar in giggles and wheezes.

Just then Sara and Sam walked through the door, their skin still tinted pink with the events that had just passed. Sara rolled her eyes and walked past the two on the floor, ignoring the squealed pleas of her friend.

Minutes passed and Dean finally stopped, letting his escapee go. Ana wheezed and clutched her chest, a smile on her lips. "You…" She rasped out, "suck."

"Aww… babe. You loved it." Dean stated, wiping a bit of spit away from the corner of his mouth, a smile on his lips. "It’s not often we play."

Ana huffed, unable to come up with a good argument and merely nodded. "True." She mumbled, scooting closer to her Hunter. Dean’s arms wrapped around Ana’s and he hugged her, his knees bent underneath him supporting both their weights.

"So what do you guys plan on doing?" Dean asked, a cocky smile on his grin. "We can leave you to alone to finish what you started in the car if you want."

Sam glared at his brother, only causing Dean to widen his smile. His long legs carried him to the bed, plopping down on the edge. Sara climbed behind him, slipping her arms to clasp in front of her lover’s toned clothed stomach. Resting her cheek on the curve of his back, she too sent her own disapproval at the Winchester .

Ana didn’t comment, her face buried in her lovers chest, inhaling his smell slowly and in calming breaths. Her arms encased Dean’s sides slightly tighter than normal. "I think I need to go to the hospital." Ana whispered for only Dean’s ears.

Dean froze, his body going ridged, before a hesitant smile creased over his lips. Not wanting the others to know or worry, Dean helped Ana to her feet, securely wrapping a arm around her waist as he directed her towards the door.

Sharing a glance at one another, Sara and Sam watched the two wearily. Sam knew that Dean had something up his sleeve. Having been practically living with him for the past five years, he had learned to read his brother’s body language unbelievably well.

"It’s settled then." Dean stated, a grin now plastered on his face. "We’ll be seeing you two later on tonight." Leading Ana out the door, he closed it firmly behind him and let his walls down. "Are you okay?" He asked, slight panic in his voice as he lead his fiancee down the hall.

"Fine." She stated, a laugh on her lips. "Just made up a really good excuse to get out of the room to give them time alone without them arguing with us." Dean’s glared caused her to swallow, "Not funny?" She asked quietly, "Sorry."

"You scared the shit out of me. I really thought you were in danger. Don’t do it again please." The tone of the older Winchester made Ana nod in obedience, her fingers lingering in Dean’s belt loops.

"I promise." She murmured, "I’ll wait until the babies born." She whispered, her eyes going back to Dean’s face. Her slim fingers cupped Dean’s cheek and she smiled when his head tilted into her hand, hazel eyes closing as his arms tightened around her.

"Dean?" The female asked quietly.

"Hmm?" Dean asked his lids still shut.

"I’m worried that the Demon’s going to come in two weeks for Sara and me."

Dean’s eyes popped open, his head tilting down towards hers as Ana moved her hand away.

"Sara??" His eyebrows furrowed in complete confusion, back bending backwards slightly. Why would the Demon be after her?

Once the question left her future husband’s lips, Ana stilled, wincing at her mess up. She shouldn’t be blabbing about it when Sam didn’t even know he was going to be a father. Hell, Dean would probably end up slipping up and doing the same thing in front of his younger brother. Her eyes darted to the door of their room, biting her lip. "Uh, I mean, cause… Well… Uh…" Pausing, the girl tried to grasp a excuse. "Jessica! You know, the Demon went after her and all and yeah…." Gaze settling on Dean’s face, she tried to read his expression. Please, please buy this!

Frowning, the Winchester swallowed. "The Demon went after Sam to convert him or whatever, and ended up killing Jessica because she was in the way." The line of brow deepened as he tried to wrap his mind about what was going on.

"Yeah, well, the Demon knows about Sara and…wants to get her out of the way while he is at it. You know, since he is evil and crap…"

"What are you getting at?"

Ana’s mouth hug open briefly, her eyes staring at Dean’s chin as she feverishly tried to come up with another lie. "…Uh…" Ana closed her mouth and opened it once more, her eyes shifting towards a sign on the wall. "Pie!"

"What? Pie?" Dean stuttered, his gaze following his lovers to a bright yellow flyer for a baker next to the Hotel. "What does p-" The older Winchester didn’t get to finish his sentence as Ana slipped from is embrace and yanked him down the hallway.

"I want some. We need to get some. Now."

"Yeah, but-"

"No, buts. Now."

"Yeah-" Dean stuttered, as Ana stopped at the car and climbed through the drivers side to the passengers.

"Just drive." She snapped, wrinkling her nose. "We need to get you an air freshener it wrecks in here."

"Like what?!" Dean accused.

"Like old food wrappers." Ana commented back, holding up an old burger wrapper that Sam had thrown down a few days ago on their way up. "This proves it."

Dean rolled his eyes but otherwise kept his mouth shut, "What kind of pie do you want?"

Ana smirked, "Apple." She remarked while Dean pulled the Impala out of the parking spot and headed down towards the small baker.

Silence filled the room as the sound of footsteps faded outside the door. Sara lifted her head from Sam’s back, staring quizzically where their friends had just departed. "Okay, that was odd."

The other youth nodded, tearing his eyes from the door to the gray screen of the television. Steady dripping echoed from the bathroom, the sink leaky and worn. Abruptly, Sam felt exhaustion soaking into his limbs, a head ache forming between his eyes. A inkling of anxiety caused his stomach to twist, the pain too familiar for comfort. Still, the youth denied the sensation, fighting the inevitable. Shoulders tensed as the pounding increased, his eye lids squeezing shut.

"Sam?" Sara called, hand resting upon his shoulder blade. The girl maneuvered herself, crawling to the side of her lover. At once she noticed the signs. She hadn’t witnessed many of Sam’s visions, only enough to know the symptoms. Reaching with her other hand, she grasped his wrist, giving it a slight squeeze. The constant splash of drops on porcelain had gone unheard now, the Winchester in another world while his lover was forced to watch.

"Breathe baby, let it come." Soothed Sara, her voice reaching Sam in the fog that coated his senses. Each new vision was more intense than the last, the present images taking their time to appear before the youth’s eyes.

Sam yelped as a jolt of white hot pain went to his brain, his body falling forward as his legs refused to keep him sitting. Sara was there to soften his fall, rushing in front of him and taking most of the youth’s weight as he landed harshly on his knees, torso still in motion.

Dean stormed through the convenient stores sliding doors, making a bee line for the cash register. "Please tell me you have apple pie." He stated to the older male. The sandy haired cashier stared at Dean, raising one single eyebrow.

"Let me guess, you’re wife’s pregnant?" He asked, a smirk growing on his lips.

"Fiancee, but dude, how’d you know." Dean stated, slightly awed as the older male chuckled, stepped out from behind the cash register and motioned for Dean to follow.

"I’ve got a wife and four kids. All grown up now, but I still remember what it was like when my wife was pregnant. Randomly in the middle of the night she would wake me up to go out and get pretzels with banana’s and chocolate." A disgusted look crossed the older Winchesters face but the old man wasn’t paying attention. "Eventually, I learned to stock up on what she wanted each and every time she was pregnant. She still woke me up to make me get it for her." The male chuckled, stopping in front of an aisle and pointing towards it. "Right down there lad. Should be on you’re left. I’d buy a couple."

"Thanks." Dean stated, "This is the third place I’ve gone too. First the bakery she wanted and then a store before this and now. She’s sitting in the car-"

"Dean!" Ana called out, walking through the stores sliding doors and examining the area as any future wife of a Hunter would do. "You get my pie?!" She called out. Both the older gentlemen and Dean burst into a small chuckle as Ana rounded a bend and found them both. "There you are." She stated, a smile on her lips as she came up beside him. "Where’s my pie?"

Dean wrapped an arm around his lips, "I’m getting in. Relax. Why didn’t you stay in the car?"

"You were taking too long." Ana whined childishly, her fingers playing with the end of his fleece shirt, her body warm inside his leather jacket.

The clerk barked out laughing now, "Well haven’t you found yourself a pretty lady." The older male nodded to both, "I’ll leave you two to your own devices. Have a good night."

"Night."

"Thanks man." Dean replied, the two lovers watching as the older man rounded the corner. Dean sighed a bit, directing Ana towards the aisle. "Come on let’s get you your pie."

Ana squealed like a child on Christmas, a happy expression on her face. "Let’s get a bunch."

Dean glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, as he found the pies, searched for the cheapest Apple Pie he could find and fill his arms with them. "Why this sudden urge for apple pie."

Ana’s head turned to stare at him, a blank expression on her face. "I don’t know." She replied, "Just now I guess… Call it… "

"My fiancee’s going to run us broke buying all this pie." Dean retorted, a cocky grin on his face as he walked past Ana and headed for the cashiers.

"That was quick." The cashier replied, as he started to ring out. "And with lots of pie I see."

Ana beamed but Dean merely rolled his eyes, "How much?"

"That’ll be…" The cashier finished bagging the last two pies and hit the TOTAL button, "18.46"

Dean handed him a twenty, waited patiently for his changed and then grabbed the bags of pies and headed for the door; Ana in tow.

Dean sat in the drivers’ seat of the car, an amazed expression on his face. He’d never seen Ana eat so much. She’d finished three pies within only a few minutes. It dawned on the older Winchester that Ana had been wearing his clothes a lot more recently, the bagginess of them cute, but now he realized why she’d done it. "You’ve been wearing my clothes a lot more." He stated.

"Thank you Captain Obvious." Ana muttered, swallowing the last of her fourth pie.

The Winchester scoffed, glancing at his girl as he cruised into the parking lot. He was just thinking out loud. "That was a rhetorical comment." Dean retorted, the engine purr dieing slowly as he twisted the key.

"Yeah, yeah…I know…You were talking to yourself…" Ana muttered quietly, opening the door with a creak. The metal hinges squealed in protest, her long legs lifting her from the passenger seat with ease. The wind immediately took up the task of running its fingers through her hair, separating strands with a gush of air. Clouds hid the sun, its bellies tinted and bruised gray. Ana’s gaze traveled to her lover’s face as Dean rounded the car’s end, taking the open space beside the hunter. The flesh of his forehead was creased in lines of concentration, hands stuffed haphazardly in his leather pockets.

"Isn’t Sara wearing Sammy’s clothes all the time too?" Raising his chin, the Winchester peered at his partner questionably. There was something going on that he was not being informed of, the glint of worry flashing in Ana’s orbs before being quickly masked. She too knew how to keep her secrets, just not as well as the Winchesters. Nothing went passed Dean without some notice. Well, nothing except Ana being pregnant that is.

"Dean…" Ana begged, her eyes silently pleading with him to let this go. The determination did not leave his features, jaw set stiffly. No, she was definitely busted.

Blinking, Dean faced forward, the answer already confirmed in how his lover said his name. So, his little brother was a soon to be father. Nothing major really. Just that Yellow Eyes is after us and now after our girlfriends too probably. Sammy couldn’t take the loss of another girlfriend, Jessica’s death ripping him to shreds before Dean’s eyes. I can’t either. The blonde haired youth confessed, never saying it out loud of course. Feeling the weight of a hand on his shoulder his eyes slid to Ana’s frowning expression.

"Nothing is going to happen to any of us." She said reassuringly. Her fingers dug themselves into the jackets shoulder, a small smile encouraging the wind to wipe the despair away from Dean’s heart with the same gentle touch it threaded through her locks.

Something in her words clicked, the Winchester straightening, the hint of a grin gracing his lips. "Yeah, I know. I won’t let it." Pausing, he swallowed down the fear. "Come on, let’s go and see if Sammy is banging Sara for a second time or not."

Ana rolled her eyes, grasping his hand. Still, though she loved her friends dearly, she could not halt the chuckles that erupted from her form. The memory of Sam and Sara’s last ‘fun time’ flashed through her mind like a comical movie stuck on repeat.

Bright red numbers blinked from the black face of the clock upon the night stand. It was the only light in the room left on, the blinds drawn tight. The silhouette of Sara’s form sat still as stone beside the lump of blankets that rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Her bladder screamed for release, the hunter unmoving from the wooden chair. The cylinders of oak dug into her bent back, her muscles turning into granite the longer she refused to move them. Again, her eyes darted to the rectangular box with fluorescent numbers, her mind subconsciously watching each minute go by. Nervous jitters hovered just behind flesh, each second piled onto the hour and a half since the vision that now left Sam exhausted. Even in sleep, her lover tossed and turned, the foretell becoming his unconscious nightmare. If only she could steal his ability, for he would never give it up willingly.