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Supernatural / Demons from the South	By : silkmink Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 4119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Sam & Dean Winchester are characters that were created by Eric Kripke. Currently the rights belong to Warner Bros TV. These chapters are in no way affiliated with the actual show & were not written for financial gain.
The events in this story are not from the actual program. They are my take on how the characters would react in certain circumstances. This series of chapters reflect the characters as they were in season 5 of the series (in terms of their experiences and how much they had learned).
No harm or disrespect is intended to anyone affiliated with the show or their families.

Supernatural /Demons from the South Ch. 5: Sam and the Red Head:

The tall red head was becoming hypnotized by the flashing white stripes on the highway illuminated by the headlights of her late model silver Camaro. Darby was exhausted from driving all day and she was having trouble focusing on the road.
Up ahead there was a motel with a vacancy sign lit up in blue neon. She pulled in and parked next to a classic Chevrolet Impala under the sign. Cool car, she thought to herself as she gathered her overnight bag and all the fast food bags that were littering the floorboard and seat on the passenger side.
Darby swung her overnight bag over her shoulder and tucked two paper bags filled with burger wrappers and cold fries under one arm. Another bag was clenched in her teeth and two paper cups of cold coffee in each hand. She carefully started walking towards where the front desk of the motel was. Rounding the corner she crashed headlong into Sam Winchester. The paper cups were crushed between them drenching them both with coffee. Darby dropped the bags and stood there with coffee dripping down the front of her sundress.
“I am so sorry!” Sam said picking up the bags she dropped.
She saw that he was covered in coffee as well. “I'm the one who should have been watching where I was going.”
“No really, it was my fault.” He said handing her the paper bags.
They both looked at each other and started laughing.
“Oh, hey...” Sam said as she took the bags from him, “...were you about to get a room?”
“Uh... no, I always lurk around motels in the middle of the night carrying garbage,” she said jokingly. “Yes, I was gonna get a room. Why?”
“I'm sorry. I just got the last room.” He picked up the backpack he had dropped.
“Oh no. Seriously?” Her face dropped.
“Yeah, and the clerk told me I was lucky to get it because there's a convention nearby and all the area motels are full.” He told her, feeling guilty for some reason.
“Shit! I can't believe it! There is no way I can keep driving right now.”She looked down at the ground dejectedly.
“Here,” said Sam holding out his key. “you take the room. My brother and I can sleep in our car.”
“Oh my god. No way! You got here first. You guys shouldn't have to sleep in your car.”
“Really, it's not a problem. We do it all the time. There's a lot of space in it. Seriously, I feel bad for what happened. Please take the room. It would make me feel better.” Sam reached over and tucked the key into her hand.
She held the key and looked at it. When she looked up at him, Sam noticed her emerald green eyes and the light sprinkle of freckles across her nose. A full mane of coppery hair spilled over her shoulders. He was suddenly painfully aware of how adorably beautiful she was.
Her eyes locked with his. She was also taking in his appearance. His tall frame and his sweet expression made him seem both safe and caring. His shoulder length hair and sideburns framed his handsome chiseled face.
She smiled with a worried squint. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” Sam said reassuringly.
“Oh man, thank you so much!” Her face lifted and then dropped again, “...but...” She looked down at his coffee stained clothes. “...at least come in to take a shower and change your clothes.”
Sam looked tempted but uncertain. “Yeah?”
“No funny stuff, I promise.” She said smiling.
Sam chuckled. “Ok, it's a deal. I'm Sam, by the way.” He reached out his hand to shake hers.
She went to accept the handshake when she realized one hand held a room key and the other clutched several fast food bags.
“Oh, sorry,” he said and they both started laughing again.
“It's ok. It's good to meet you Sam. I'm Darby.”

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When he closed the door behind them, everything suddenly felt awkward. Both of them were flustered and uncomfortable as they set down their bags.
“You go first.” He offered. “It's your room and you probably need a shower as much as I do. I can wait in the parking lot.”
“I'll go first but you don't have to wait outside.” Darby looked at him like he was being ridiculous. “I'll bring my stuff in there with me and get dressed in the bathroom.”
Sam smiled and gestured towards the bathroom as if to tell her to go ahead as he sat down on one of the beds
As she picked up her overnight bag, Sam couldn't help but notice the way the thin wet fabric of her sundress clung to her front; hugging the lithe contours of her body. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could see the outline of her nipples through the flowered print of the dress. He quickly looked away blushing slightly.
She didn't seemed to notice Sam studying her as she disappeared into the bathroom.
He emptied his pockets and not knowing where else to set them, he laid his keys, wallet and pocket knife on the night stand.
After a moment, Sam heard running water and the sound of the shower curtain being drawn. His mind flew to the image of her nude body under the rush of steamy water. He imagined the soft patch of auburn hair between her legs. The discomfort of his growing erection made him stand. He tried to shake the image of her in his mind.
Suddenly he heard a scream. He bolted for the bathroom; the steam billowed out from behind the curtain.
“Gross! Fuck, fuck fuck!” She shouted. She yanked open the shower curtain and practically jumped out of the tub looking behind her. Once again, she ran right into Sam. He instinctively clasped her to him protectively. She hadn't heard him come in and her face registered horrified surprise as she looked up at him. His face was worried and questioning.
“Uh... I saw a huge roach in the bathtub,” she explained embarrassed.
She stayed in his arms clutching him because his body against hers was the only thing that was concealing her nakedness.
Sam looked down at her not knowing what to do. Her hot wet body was pressed up tightly against him and she could feel the hardness in his jeans. Her expression changed to one of intrigue.
Sam didn't know what to do with his hands. “Uh, did you kill it?”
She remembered the cockroach. “No, but I think it went down the drain,” she said glancing over her shoulder at the bathtub.
Her mind drifted back to his erection pressing into her. She felt a hot rush of moisture between her legs.
She cleared her throat. “I am so sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. I really can't stand cockroaches.” Her face was apologetic as she looked up at him; her wet crimson hair was plastered to her face.
Sam couldn't help himself; he reached up and tucked a few strands behind her ear as he looked into her eyes. A soft smile spread across his lips and he leaned down for a kiss.
She smiled back up at him and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He met her mouth with his. He slid his tongue between her lips. She reached down and explored the hardness growing in his jeans. He cupped one of her breasts with one hand, his fingertips circled her nipple teasing the swollen flesh. Her head swam, her skin tingling with excitement as she felt the size of him against her palm.
Sam dropped his hand from her breast and slipped it between her legs. He massaged her clit with the heel of his hand as his fingers probed her gently. Her wetness made his cock throb in anticipation.
They were still kissing as he undid his fly hurriedly. She pulled his shirt off over his head and he pushed his pants to the floor. She stepped backwards into the tub gently pulling him with her.
Once under the rushing water, Darby turned her back to Sam and let him gather her in his arms. The spray of water came from behind him washing his hair into his eyes. Sam dropped his face to her neck and kissed her with hungry passion.
"Mmmm." She tilted her head back to rest against the tattoo on his chest.
His right hand reached around between her legs. His finger found its mark and slid into her. She groaned and pressed herself into his chest. He felt her velvety tightness engulfed his finger as he kissed the side of her face.
She turned her head enough to find his mouth with hers. Their tongues intertwined while she moved against him pressing his finger deeper into her.
Darby turned to face him. His eyes looked at her intensely. She reached up and wrapped one arm around his neck while her other hand stroked his shaft. His breath quickened when her rubbing became more deliberate.
Sam broke the kiss and looked into her sparkling eyes. He hooked one of her thighs with his hand and brought it up over his hip. As she held on to his shoulders high on her toes, almost lifting herself to position herself as he directed himself into her with his other hand.
As he pushed himself into her they both moaned. His guttural and hers almost a sigh.
He pulled out halfway and hiked her leg higher to slide in deeper.
The intensity of the feeling of pushing himself into her thickly caused her to shudder. She clung to his shoulders to keep from slipping.
He withdrew and drove himself into her, each time holding her leg firmly in place. As his excitement grew he moved more quickly and Darby almost lost her footing.
She laughed as she tried to steady herself on one foot. She was 5'11” but at 6'4” he was entirely too tall for her to maintain her position. Sam grinned at the clumsiness of their attempts.
“This isn't working is it?” He said withdrawing and bending over to scoop her up in his arms. He stepped out of the bathtub and carried her into the room. He deposited her gently on her back on the closest bed; her hips near the edge.
Her hands came up behind her head as she arched her back and allowed her knees to fall open exposing herself to him
Normally Sam wouldn't engage in something so intimate with someone he barely knew, but he couldn't resist the delicate petals of her pink skin.
With both hands he spread her knees out further and she tilted her hips up towards him. He looked at her intently as knelt at the foot of the bed and buried his mouth into her.
Before Sam tasted her, he placed soft kisses on her clit. Her slick juices washed over his chin.
She rocked her hips, impatient to feel his tongue on her. He finally let the just the tip of his tongue circle her gushing entrance. Darby raised her arms over her head and pushed herself into his face.
He began tongue-kissing her as deep as he could. The tip of his nose lightly grazed her clit. She moaned curling her fingers into the bed spread.
Sam's tongue flicked across her sensitive flesh with small lapping movements. He ran his tongue up under her clit and closed his lips around it ever so softly. The almost feathery pressure made her tremble and arch her back further. He gave her one long upwards lick increasing the pressure of his tongue. She couldn't wait any longer. She slid her fingers under his chin and brought his face up to look into his eyes. His mouth and chin were glossed with her sweetness; his hair hung over his face. There was concern in his hazel eyes.
"Doesn't it feel good?" he asked.
"Oh my god, it feels amazing," she said, "but I want you inside of me."
Sam smiled with both relief and anticipation.
Darby scooted up on the bed as he moved over her. He held himself over her with his muscled arms as he kissed her fervidly. She licked his chin, lapping her own juices from his mouth like a cat. Sam tilted his chin up smiling softly; eyes closed and let her lick her luscious nectar from his face.
He lowered his face to her neck the tips of his hair were still damp and clung to his skin She let her teeth graze the skin on his neck as she bit him gently.
She wriggled her body to indicate she wanted to get out from under him. Sam acquiesced and lifted himself. She directed him onto his back. Sam rolled over watching her; his deep eyes imploring. Darby got up and straddled his hips. She grasped his cock and rubbed it against her dripping skin.
The pressure was exquisite but it wasn't enough. Even so, he waited patiently for her to do what she wanted with him. His hands caressed her thighs. Every part of him wanted to grasp her hips and pull her down over him.
She angled him towards her clit and rubbed the rim of his penis against her sensitive flesh.
Sam closed his eyes and inhaled raggedly through his nose. He struggled to maintain control.
Finally she positioned the tip of his erection inside her and began slowly sliding herself down on him. His hands crept up to hold her hips. It took every ounce of willpower he had, to not throw her onto her back and thrust himself into her as deeply as he could.
As she sunk him deeper and deeper into her, she gasped lightly; her mouth open as she controlled the steady movement. The thickness of his shaft pushed her open and his eyes rolled back in his head. The muscles in his chest flexed as he continued to restrain himself from jerking his hips upwards violently. He licked his lips that were dry from his panting breaths.
When Darby had him fully inside her she rested her weight on him and clasped his hard cock with the walls of her pussy.
"Oh my god.." Sam gasped closing his eyes and tensing his muscles to refrain from taking control.
She undulated her upper body rocking her hips into him as she brought his hands up to her breasts.
His eyes snapped open and flexing the hard ripple of his chiseled abdomen, he sat up and hugged her to him.
He turned to sit on the edge of the bed holding her in his lap; her legs wrapped around him. His mouth found her nipple and he sucked it eagerly. His hands clamped around her hips. He lifted her and brought her down repeatedly with the smooth power of his muscled arms. Her hands tangled in his hair pulling his face towards her. She felt herself sliding to the edge of rapture as he impaled her on his throbbing erection.
He looked up at her, his shaggy hair falling into his longing eyes. His anguished expression was clear to her. He wanted desperately to cum but he would prevent it until she had finished.
The contrast of him stabbing into her viciously and his sweet pained expression caused her pussy to clamp down on him like a vice. The muscles inside her squeezed and milked his cock.
“Oh god, I can't...” he gasped through panting breaths
She felt his cum pumping thickly into her. She cried out as her fluids surged; dripping down his shaft. Together they cried out in ecstasy.
As the intensity melted away he nuzzled his face into the base of her neck. A sense of relief flooded over him as he felt the pulse of her heartbeat around him.
They held each other tightly, giggling at the fervor of their passion. She ran her fingers through his hair looking at him lovingly.
Something about her put Sam at ease. He felt blissful holding her in his arms.
She shook her head slightly; blinking her eyes as though to focus.
Sam looked at her with concern. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah... just a head-rush. I think my blood sugar is low.” She replied smiling into his eyes.
“Can I get you something?” He asked.
“Actually, do you think there's a vending machine around here? I could use some juice or anything with sugar in it.”
“Yeah, lemme check.” Sam lifted her off of him and set her down on the bed.
He got up tugged on his jeans and grabbed his wallet. “I'll be right back.” He headed for the door.
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Darby laid back lazily on her back rocking her knee back and forth. A look of contented satisfaction played across her lips as she thought about his hazel eyes looking so deeply into her.
She didn't notice when a stream of black smoke slid under the door and floated along the floor. It crept up the side of the bed, arched over her and, before she knew what was happening, it snaked into her nose and mouth.
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Sam stepped back into the room with a bottle of juice. Right away he saw Darby's naked back hunched as she laid on her side facing away from him on the bed. She was quivering and appeared to be crying.
“Darby! What happened?” He rushed over to her.
Slowly the red head turned to face him her body shaking with laughter; her eyes black as night.
“Darby?” Sam stood and began backing away.
“Actually, it's Alexandrova or Alex if you're not one for formalities.” She grinned evilly.
Sam looked at her with fear and confusion.
“What, don't you remember me? Brunette... ? Flexible...? I remember you, Sammy, your cum tastes so good.” Her smile broadened.
Sam looked horrified. “You…from the warehouse?”
“On the nose!” She touched a finger to her freckled nose. “I'm not really so crazy about gingers but I figured if I couldn't make you love me, I'd find someone you could and take her vessel.”
Sam's face registered pure hatred as he raised his hand up towards her.
Alex chuckled, “C'mon Sam, you know you didn't drink enough of my blood to last you this long.”
Sam kept his hand outstretched; he concentrated fiercely. He felt only the slightest surge within him and then the drain on him made him drop into a chair.
Alex ignored him and she looked down at her new vessel admiring Darby's body which she now inhabited. “Wow, well apparently you had a lot more strength a minute ago because I can still feel how that fabulous cock of yours ripped this poor girl the fuck up! Someone's gonna be sore tomorrow.”
He looked up at her panting from the exertion of trying to exorcise her. He glared at her with utter loathing.
“Why, I do believe I'm bleeding.” She sat back on the bed and opened her legs for Sam to see. She looked down spreading herself open.
 Sam's face showed a flicker of panic.
“Nope, nothing there.” She looked up at Sam with a mock pout, feigning concern. “Well just how are we gonna get you a fix? Huh, Sammy?”
Her face lit up and she snapped her fingers. “Oh wait, I got it!” she snatched up his pocket knife from the nightstand and flipped it open.
Sam's eyes widened in horror.
Alex brought the knife to the grooves between her legs and stroked herself with dull side of the blade; her legs still splayed so he could see. She looked at Sam with wide questioning eyes. “You don't think she'd mind, do you?”
Sam slowly shook his head in disbelief, trembling with anguished fury. “Don't... ”
The demon angled the point of the knife towards the tender flesh and flipped the sharp blade around. She began to apply gentle pressure. The sudden pain was sharp but it was child's play compared to what she endured in hell on a regular basis.
“NO!” Sam lunged at her. She raised her hand towards him and sent him crashing into the wall. Her power had a grip on his throat and it raised him off the floor.
She stood and walked leisurely over to him shaking out her fiery hair. “You can't honestly believe that you can overpower me. Tsk tsk Sam; I thought you were smarter than that.”
He was helpless pushed up against the wall. He struggled to breathe; choking for air as she slid her hand up along his thigh. Sam's eyes were panicked.
Without warning, Dean kicked in the door and flew at the demon with Ruby's knife* clutched in his fist.
She turned just in time to see him pull back the knife about to plunge it into her chest. Immediately her head was thrown back as a stream black smoke flowed from her mouth and curled out through the destroyed door.
Simultaneously Sam and Darby crumpled to the floor.
Dean helped Sam to his feet. “You ok?”
Sam took in lungfuls of air; nodding his head as he rubbed his throat.
Dean looked down at Darby's unconscious body. “Please tell me you didn't fuck another demon.”
“She wasn't a demon when it happened.” Sam croaked still gasping for air.
“Well then, that makes one of us.” Dean said taking in the curves Darby's nude body.
Sam's head suddenly cleared and he fell to his knees next to her. He felt for a pulse on her neck.
“Calm down, Romeo, she's alive. I didn't stab her.” Dean told him.
Sam grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her.
“Deja vu, dude. Is this a new thing with you? Fucking cute chicks, getting demons out of them and then making a burrito out of them?” Dean chuckled.
Sam glared at Dean as he picked up Darby's unconscious body. He brushed past his brother and carried her over to the bed.
He laid her carefully on the bed and spread the blanket over her. He looked at Dean, “Bring the car around.”
“Yeah, sure.” Dean said. As he passed he noticed the clothes on the floor of the bathroom.
“Hmm, shower sex. Nice. I guess you're not as vanilla as I thought, Sammy.”
“Dean!” Sam hissed.
“Ok, ok, don't get your panties in a bunch.” He headed out to the parking lot.
With Dean gone, Sam grabbed a pen and notepad off the TV stand. He wrote quickly.
Darby,
I'm so sorry for what happened. I
really enjoyed meeting you.
Don't worry about the door.
They have our credit card.
If you ever need to, call me.
- Sam Winchester
He added his cell number below his name and tucked the note into her hand. He pulled the covers up to her chin.
His big brother got back just as Sam was finishing dressing.
Dean grabbed Sam's bag and moved towards the door, "C'mon, we need to get the hell outta dodge."
"Hold on a sec." Sam grabbed a container of salt out of the backpack and lifting the edge of the bedspread, poured a line of salt along the floor along the edges of the bed. He took one last look at Darby's peaceful face. He didn't want to leave her this way but being anywhere near her could put her in danger.
Sam placed the do not disturb sign on the knob of the door and positioned it in its frame carefully. From the looks of it, it was a perfectly undamaged door... or would be until someone tried to open it.
Watching this Dean said, "Great! There's another deposit we're not getting back."
Dean got into the driver's seat and cranked up the Impala. “Oh and do me a favor dude. Do not tune my radio to douchey stations when you drive it, ok?”
“Hey, I was driving and didn't you say 'Driver picks the music?'”
“I don't get it man.” Dean shook his head pulling out of the parking lot. "Who introduced you to that garbage, a deaf person who hates you?"
"Jerk." Sam replied.
"Noun or verb?" Dean shot back.
He slapped a cassette into the player and turned out onto the road as the first rhythmic notes of Journey's "Separate Ways" floated out of the speakers
They turned onto the freeway; heading south again.
"Wait a sec.” Sam looked confused. “Did you say, ‘That makes one of us’ when I told you there wasn't a demon inside her when we... you know?"
"Oh yeah that. Yeah, I had a situation at the bar." Dean said rubbing his hand through his hair.
"A situation?" Sam said looking confused.
"Yeah, there was a super hot chick and... well, shit happens...ya know?"
"...aaand by shit, I'm guessing you mean sex?" Sam asked trying to read Dean's eyes.
"Well, yeah. I didn't know she was a demon for fuck's sake!" Dean yelled.
"So what happened? What did she want?"
"The Colt, I told her we didn't have it so she took off."
"Took off? Just like that?" Sam was incredulous.
"Well, it wasn't that simple. But yeah, that was the gist of it." Dean kept his eyes on the road.
“So, how did you find the motel?” Sam asked.
“It was the first one I came across... Dude! What is it with all the demons in the south?" Dean asked, changing the subject.
"I guess the devil really did come down to Georgia." Sam said shaking his head smiling.
"Yeah well whatever. Can we get back to ganking demons instead of bumping uglies with them?"
Sam smiled as they tore down I-75, "Amen to that, brother."

Someday love will find you

Break those chains that bind you

One night will remind you

How we touched and went our separate ways**
The street lights flashed across the slick black paint of the Impala as it shot away down the deserted highway on the cooling Georgia asphalt.

To be continued...

* Ruby's Knife - “This knife originally belonged to a demon named Ruby and is capable of destroying most demons (Albeit at the cost of killing their human hosts at the same time). Its blade is inscribed with symbols and the handle is wood or bone.”
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/index.php?title=Ruby's_Knife

** "Separate Ways" is a song by Journey from their album Frontiers and released as a single on February 5, 1983. Journey keyboardist Jonathan Cain and lead vocalist Steve Perry wrote the song. Current rights are held by Columbia Records.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Separate_Ways_%28Worlds_Apart%29
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