Sam’s gone and you’re moving on. Sean’s nice. Sean’s stable. Sean’s… not Sam.
PAIRING: Soulless!Sam x Reader, Sean (OMC) x Reader
WARNINGS: stalking, smut, dub-con, oral sex, rough sex, marking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, belly bulge.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This work was co-written with @kittenofdoomage – please heed the warnings and read responsibly!
THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY. DO NOT REPOST THIS WORK ON ANY OTHER SITES.
The rest of the aquarium tour had been uncomfortable to say the least. The knowledge that Sam was alive, lurking somewhere in the crowds, had you even more on alert. Not to mention, his touch was still buzzing on your skin, the memory of his kisses making your panties damp with need.
Poor Sean had no idea and you didn’t know how to even start explaining what had happened.
He picked up on the soured atmosphere as you headed back to the hotel, intending on ordering room service. You couldn’t relax or stop glancing around, expecting Sam to appear any second.
“Have I done something wrong?” Sean asked as he closed the motel room door. You fixed him with a puzzled frown, shaking your head and walking towards the bed. “Are you sure?” Because I’ve been getting some pretty negative vibes off you this afternoon.”
“You haven’t done anything,” you sighed, slumping down on the bed and groaning when your phone went off. You leaned back, fishing it from your pocket to open the message. It was an unknown number and six words that sent a chill down your spine and you weren’t sure if you were frightened or turned on.
I’ll always be watching over you.
Sean’s phone beeped and you looked up, eyes wide with panic. He pulled his phone from his coat, frowning as he swiped to see the notification. You watched him, clutching your phone tightly, unable to discern the look on his face.
“Unknown email?” he sneered, pressing the screen. His entire expression dropped and he raised his eyes to you, shock all over his features. Swallowing, you locked your gaze on the phone as Sean turned the screen to you. The title of the email jumped out at you, and your heart sank when you knew who had sent it.
The video underneath was playing on a loop. You, pressed against the wall at the aquarium. Black and white footage clear enough to see exactly what Sam was doing.
“You were… that’s Sam Winchester, Y/N.” Sean’s voice was remarkably calm and you looked up at him with guilt and shame in your eyes. “Were you… are you…”
“No, Sean,” you exclaimed. “It’s not like that!”
The expression on Sean’s face grew thunderous, unlike any anger you’d seen on him before. He was shaking with the force of his emotion and when he suddenly moved, hurling the phone across the room, you shrieked and covered your head.
Bits of plastic and metal showered down onto the carpet as the phone exploded and when you looked up, Sean was gone, the hotel room door swinging slowly shut behind him.
Sam crouched in the shrubs as Sean stormed off to his truck, climbed into the cab, and sped away fast enough to make the tires screech on the asphalt. He chuckled to himself, wondering just how stupid someone had to be to fall for a trick like that.
At the end of the day, Sean had no faith in you and Sam knew it.
When he turned back to peer through the gap in the blinds, he could see tears in your eyes. He scoffed to himself, wondering exactly what was so special about the blonde. You raked your fingers through your hair, wiping furiously at your eyes with your free hand, before grabbing one of the water bottles off the table and hurling it at the wall in frustration. Sam smirked; you were always a good fuck when you were angry.
It was only when you disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the shower running that he made his move, checking that the parking lot was otherwise deserted before pulling his lockpicking kit from his jacket pocket and working a few seconds of magic before slipping inside and closing the door behind him. It didn’t take long to set up the laptop he found on the desk, angling it towards the bed and opening up the video recorder. He hit play, watching the little red light blink next to the camera.
The mattress springs squeaked under his weight, and he tensed, waiting for the sound of the water shutting off or the curtain sliding back. When none came, he took his time, trying to make as little noise as possible as he settled back, waiting.
The shower alleviated some of the stress making your head ache. When you stepped out, you sighed at the lovely fluffy towel waiting for you, wrapping it around your nude body and standing on the mat to dry off. You were still trying to process everything that had happened, unsure how long it would take Sean to cool off.
Leaving the bathroom, your vision was obscured by the towel you were using to dry your hair. You bent over, holding onto the towel around your chest with one hand, giving your hair one more cursory scrub before flinging yourself upright, making your hair splat against your neck.
Sam was smirking at you from the bed and you screamed in shock.
“What the hell?” you demanded, breathing heavily as you recovered from the heart attack he’d given you. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“I let myself in,” he shrugged. “You know, it’s really hot when you do the flippy-hair thing.”
“Sam, you can’t be here,” you shook your head, walking past him towards your duffel on the other side of the bed. “It’s not that I’m not happy to see you but Sean-”
“Yeah,” Sam drawled, interrupting you. “He got my email, huh?”
Your eyes narrowed. “I knew that was you.” An accusing finger was almost in his face and he still didn’t stop smirking. “Why? Why did you do that? I’d moved on. I was healing-”
“You were lying,” he deadpanned. “Lying to yourself, lying to everyone.” Standing up from the bed, he drew himself to his full height and walked around to you, catching your chin with two fingers. “You’re mine and you’re nothing without me.”
Rage filled your belly at his words and you scoffed indignantly, tearing yourself away. “No, Sam. You don’t get to say that. I’m fine without you.”
“Is that why you still dream about me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he tilted his head. There was something dark about his expression that should not have made your cunt pulse but it did anyway and a sick little thrill settled in at the bottom of your spine. “Oh, baby. You say my name so much when you sleep. Makes me hard when I’m watching you. Remembering how you sound when you beg.”
Your throat was dry and you desperately tried to work up some saliva to ease the scratch. “Y-you watched me sleep?”
“I’ve been watching you for weeks,” Sam admitted, seeming closer with every second. He lifted his hand, dragging the back of his index finger along your bare collarbone. Goosebumps erupted across your skin and you shivered, looking up at him with lips slightly parted. “Been watching you with him, knowing he’s touching what doesn’t belong to him.”
“I’m not a possession,” you protested weakly.
Sam’s other hand curled around your waist, pulling you close against his huge body and you whimpered in the back of your throat. Sean could walk in at any minute and he’d see this… this betrayal. You’d never been that person, but this was Sam.
You’d never stopped longing for him.
His lips found yours, claiming you with teeth and tongue and you moaned, not resisting in the slightest when he pulled your towel down, tossing it away. Sam palmed your breast with one hand, his other arm now around your body, keeping you right where he wanted you.
You broke away to gasp for air and Sam kissed along your throat, biting the skin hard enough to make you yelp loudly. “Sam!”
He chuckled, running his tongue over the dents his teeth had made. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, and without waiting for direction, you dropped to your knees. Sam shed his jacket and flannel, leaving his arms and torso bare. He’d had always been a buff guy, but the man standing over you was sculpted like a fucking God. Miles of gold, suntanned skin flexed over bulging muscles. The cords in his neck were strong, and his powerful shoulders rolled back as he looked down at you.
Nowthis is a man, you thought to yourself.
“Come on,” Sam rolled his hips in front of your face, smirking down at you. “Show me how much you missed it.”
You probably broke a record for belt-opening. In what seemed like no time at all, you had Sam’s jeans unbuttoned and down his hips. The bulge in his SAXX boxers was as big as you remembered it, and you shoved the soft fabric down, allowing his cock to spring free. Again, Sam didn’t have to direct you, only watched in pleasure as you gripped his shaft in both hands, wrapping your lips around the shiny pink head. Sam hissed as you guided him deeper, until he hit the back of your throat. Your jaw ached as he stretched it, and the weight and heat of him on your tongue provided a relief that nobody else - including Sean - could give you.
“Goddamn,” Sam groaned, tipping his head back when your throat constricted around him, swallowing him down, “I missed your perfect cock-sucking mouth.” His fingers were cupping the back of your head now and Sam started to thrust, testing your boundaries as you looked up at him with watery eyes.
Pushing back against his hand did nothing and Sam groaned with a little more of his length sank between your lips. You struggled furiously to breathe through your nose, placing one palm on his thigh as he thrust again. The slight touch made him pause.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he growled out, clearly holding back as he panted heavily. “Unless you tap my thigh.”
A second ticked past and you swallowed again, prompting him to snarl, lip curling upward to meet his nose. There was no warning when Sam started to thrust, measuring his strokes so he didn’t injure you but fucking your mouth hard enough that you were weeping, drooling on his cock.
“You derailed my plan,” Sam chuckled, looking down at your red-rimmed eyes. “I thought I’d have to convince you, fuck you into submission.” He slowed, cupping your cheek with one hand as he kept eye contact, still pushing his cock back and forth between your plump lips. “I didn’t think I’d have you willing and on your knees so quickly.”
You moaned when he reached down and pinched your nipple, twisting it with a satisfied grunt.
“My willing little whore,” he whispered.
Dragging yourself away, you gasped for breath, falling onto your hands as Sam stood laughing. A string of drool hung from your chin and you wiped it away, looking up at him.
“I’m not a whore,” you ground out. “I loved you.” With a pause, you glanced away. “I love you.” His expression turned scornful and he rolled his eyes but you were stared at the carpet, too ashamed of what you’d let him do. First the aquarium, now…
“Your boyfriend could be back at any minute,” Sam drawled, casually sitting on the bed like he wasn’t half-nude. He reached down to remove his boots and pants, lounging backwards on the heels of his hands. “Way I see it, you have a choice. Leave with him, pretend you’re not gagging for my dick and live miserably, sexually unsatisfied for the rest of your short hunter life.”
You looked up sharply. Sam smirked at you and looked down at his cock, bobbing for attention, still slick with your spit.
“Or,” he sat up, holding out his hand to you, “you can come here, sit on my cock and ride me.”
“Is this just about sex?” you demanded, getting to your feet, considering covering yourself again. It would be a lie - you knew there was no way you were getting out of this room without Sam Winchester fucking you six ways from fucking Neverland.
His eyes darkened. “It’s about you. You’re mine.”
“And yet it took you weeks to find me.” You scoffed. “I wasn’t exactly hiding.”
Sam moved so fast, you could barely register it and you squealed when his strong arms dragged you down onto the bed, partially pinning you. “I was told to stay away.” You opened your mouth to demand an explanation but he covered your lips with his huge palm, gagging you. “You listen when I speak,” he growled and you went still. “That’s better,” Sam murmured, leaning in to kiss the spot below your ear.
You shivered, despite yourself, unbelievably aroused at his display of strength. Sam had always had… niche tastes where it came to sex but this Sam, this resurrected version of him, at least, seemed to be missing most of his inhibitions. The old Sam definitely wouldn’t have fingered you against the wall of an aquarium.
“I was told to stay away,” Sam repeated, trailing his other hand down the length of your body, not stopping until it was cupping your sex. “And at first, I thought that was best. But the more I thought about it-” his fingers pressed into your soaked hole, opening you slowly, “-the more I realized that nothing is better for you than me. Whatever poor excuse you dug up couldn’t replace me, just like the whores I fucked couldn’t replace you.”
His words stung, especially the mention of other women, but the feeling of his thick fingers inside you distracted you from the emotional pain. He twisted his hand, seeking out the little spot on your inner wall that made your hips jerk.
“So I watched. And I waited. And now,” he growled, adding a third finger a stretching you open, forcing you to cry out against his hand. “Now, I’m here to take what belongs to me.”
You came, bucking on his hand and wailing into his palm and Sam grinned in satisfaction, pulling his hand from between your thighs. He released your mouth, letting you gasp for air and shifted so his knees pinned yours apart.
“And you do,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours, “belong to me, Y/N.”
His cockhead pressed into you and you cried out, spreading your legs further to give him the access he needed. Sam’s cock was thick and long, curved at an angle that seemed to work perfectly no matter the position. He moved slowly, watching your face as your pussy swallowed him inch by inch. “God, I missed watching you fall apart when I’m inside you,” he growled, dropping his head to suckle at your bare breast. His tongue courted the outside edge of your areola and you whined when he sucked the hardened peak between his teeth.
When he pulled away a little, you should have expected the sudden thrust, the fullness that seemed to reach all the way to your chest. Sam snarled loudly, clutching at your hips for a brief second before capturing your lips in a feral kiss.
You responded just as eagerly, wrapping your legs around his waist, crying out when he dragged away from your mouth and buried his teeth in your throat. The bite hurt and made you scream, but that only made Sam bite harder, sucking at the skin until purple blossomed under the pressure of his teeth.
He pulled away and left a hickey on your throat that couldn’t be hidden.
“Just so everyone knows who you belong to,” he purred, rolling his hips to slam the tip of his cock right into your cervix, making you scream and arch your back.
He pulled out, abandoning you on the bed and you mewled in protest, only to have your ankle grabbed a second later. He dragged you over onto your belly, slapping your ass when you struggled to get away. The bed dipped under his weight and you whimpered when his huge hands grabbed at your hips.
“Stay where I put you,” he ordered. You went still, unsure of what he was going to do. “You know,” Sam continued, stroking your ass, his fingers leaving a trail of goose bumps along your skin, “you look so wet and open for me. Made for my cock, aren’t you?”
You nodded listlessly and Sam frowned, slapping your ass hard. The sting of the impact made you yelp and you lifted your head.
He chuckled. “You’ll learn.” Your eyes rolled back as Sam stroked the tips of his fingers over your swollen pussy lips, teasing you with a feather-light touch. “Look how wet you are,” he rumbled, slowly pushing a finger between your outer lips, groaning at the wet sound your cunt made when he penetrated you. “I love that sound.”
The bed moved when he did and you held your breath, unconsciously lifting your ass and pushing your belly into the comforter. Sam raised an eyebrow, looking down at your changed position, the way you presented yourself with barely a thought.
“That’s it,” he whispered, stroking over the curve of your ass. “Presenting like a good little slut.”
You nearly had to bite the pillow when he pressed his cockhead against your entrance, easing into your pussy slowly, keeping his eyes on your body as it took him. The slow slide of his flesh on yours was torture and you clutched the sheets either side of your head, trying not to cry out when Sam barely moved, not even three inches of his cock inside you.
“Are you desperate, baby?” he taunted, reaching over to grab your hair in his fist, pulling your head back. “Do you need it? Need my cock inside you, filling you up?” His hand tugged, letting you know that he wanted an answer.
“Yes,” you hissed nodding with what little leeway you had.
Sam grinned, holding you in that position, back arched and pussy split open on his thick shaft. Your entire body was shaking with need and Sam just watched as your resolve quickly started to disintegrate.
“Please,” you wailed, the word high-pitched and almost choking you. “Please, Sam, I need it so bad…”
Your mouth opened in a silent scream as he dropped his hips, slamming inside you in one smooth thrust. His grunt of pleasure was loud in your ear, and you dug your nails into the covers. Sam didn’t wait for you to adjust, just dug his knees into the mattress and started pounding into you. You could feel him punching into your cervix and didn’t care one bit. You’d missed the feeling so much you almost wanted to cry, but Sam was making sure you weren’t thinking about anything else but his cock inside you.
“I bet I can feel it inside you, still,” he growled. One hand slipped underneath you to press against your lower belly, and you felt the pressure on your bladder increase as he sandwiched your sweet spot between his fingers and his cock. “Fuck, there it is,” he muttered breathlessly, “I can feel my fucking dick inside you, baby.”
It was pleasure and pain wrapped up into one when he started to move, holding you close with his giant paw as he fucked you. Sam kept his strokes even, but hard enough to rattle the bedframe and within minutes you were literally crying from the intensity of his assault.
“I know you’re gonna cum,” Sam snarled. “Your pussy’s gettin’ all wet and tight.” The hand that wasn’t pressed against your belly was wrapped around the spot where your shoulder met your neck, holding you steady so he could put more weight into his thrusts. “Don’t hold back for me, sweetheart.” You were gasping for breath, tears rolling down your cheeks. Sam was reclaiming your body as his own, this dark and twisted version of the man you’d mourned for months.
And he still knew you. Inside and out. The simple pressure of his palm against your belly, letting you know that his cock was inside you deeper than any other man ever could be. He knew that the filthy words he spoke would make you clench around his shaft, inspiring the blossom of agonizing bliss that physically tore you apart piece by piece.
He was grunting loudly now, like an animal as he fucked you over the bed you were supposed to share with Sean. There was nothing loving or caring about the way he did it; sweat dripped from your forehead to mingle with your tears as Sam forced a shameful climax from your wrung out body, not slowing his pace.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, a predatory grin on his face as you gasped and fought for breath between cries and moans of ecstacy. “You feel that?”
You managed a nod and a brief cry before Sam was pressing his weight down on you, pinning you to the bed. His legs shifted, forcing yours to press together, stretched out along the width of the bed. The hand on your belly disappeared, covering your hip as Sam started to really fuck you.
“Did you let him cum inside you?” he demanded, the words barely audible over the protesting squeak of the bed frame and your own fractured cries. “Tell me, Y/N.”
“No!” Your desperate cry was high-pitched, more of a scream and it made Sam smile. Grabbing your hair, he pulled your head up, slamming the full length of his thick cock into your wrecked pussy.
“Who gets to cum inside you, baby?”
God, it felt like he was gonna break you open. The harder he went, the more your mind conjured up ridiculous yet arousing images of his dick impossibly big inside you, splitting your cervix open so he could cum right inside you, right into your womb.
But you hadn’t answered his question and he didn’t seem to like that.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sam demanded, jerking your head up a little more.
“You,” you sobbed, desperate to cum again. Sam growled in dissatisfaction and you sucked in a breath and practically screamed through clenched teeth. “Yours, Sam, I’m yours, I… I need…”
He cut you off with a frightening snarl. “I know what you fuckin’ need. My greedy little slut needs my cum deep in her belly.”
You wanted to scream yes and no simultaneously. This wasn’t your Sam, but at the same time, it felt like pure Sam. The darkness that had always lingered in him was now unrestrained and you were afraid… and simultaneously addicted.
“Do it,” you whimpered, “cum inside me, Sam.”
The sound he made when he came was loud enough that you were sure the neighboring rooms would have heard it. It was a dominant noise and matched your own scream of completion perfectly. Sam didn’t stop moving, forcing his cock deeper, making sure every drop of cum was inside you.
When he was done, he held himself there, partially collapsed across you, his weight almost stifling. He panted against your ear, laughing through his ragged breaths.
“Just makin’ sure,” he murmured, dropping a chaste kiss to the spot below your ear before he pulled away. You whimpered when he withdrew his cock from your aching body. His cum started to dribble out and Sam growled, scooping it up and forcing it back inside you with two thick fingers, making you cry out again. “Don’t waste it, baby.”
You couldn’t move. Your arms slumped at your sides and you stared at the door, wondering what Sean would think if he walked in now to find you naked and sweaty on the bed he’d fucked you in the night before, an expression of pleasure on your face unlike any he could ever provide.
God, you were such a bitch.
“Get dressed,” Sam ordered from behind you, pulling his pants on.
“What?” you rasped, managing to make your arms work after a few seconds of arguing with your muscles. “Why?”
Sam was grinning now. “I told you that you had a choice to make. Him and his pathetic attempts to make you cum… or me.” His eyes locked with yours as fresh arousal blossomed in your belly. “Because I know what you want, Y/N. All you gotta do,” he offered you his hand, the smile on his face all too much like the Sam you’d known, “is reach out and take it.”
Sean had been walking for what felt like hours, trying to process everything in his head. He was, without any doubt, in love with you and he’d hoped that eventually you’d come to love him. He knew you had feelings but the loss of Sam Winchester was too fresh, too new.
Not that it seemed to matter if the video was real. You hadn’t denied it.
Running a hand through his short blond hair, Sean looked up, realizing he’d been walking the same two blocks. Without his phone, he had no idea what the time was.The hotel was across the street and he sighed, waiting for a break in the traffic before crossing. He gave the receptionist a cursory nod and she blinked at him in confusion as he headed for the elevator.
The sheets on the bed were rumpled and the room stank of sex. Sean stood in the doorway with one hand on the knob, staring at his duffel, still sat by the side of the bed. All of your things were gone; a wet discarded towel laid on the floor.
His laptop was on, sat on the desk opposite the bathroom door and Sean frowned, approaching it. Pressing the spacebar, the screensaver disappeared, showing the start of a video, the title bold and glaring on the screen.
Against his better instincts, Sean pressed play. The footage was grainy to start but cleared up when the room came into focus. It was the room he was standing in and Sam Winchester was sitting on the bed smirking.
You walked onto the screen in nothing but a towel, clearly fresh out of the shower.
Sean didn’t want to see this. He knew what had happened. He could smell it in the fucking air.
The audio was patchy and indiscernible - Sean didn’t have the best laptop. At this point, he was wishing he had no laptop. He didn’t need to hear the words either of you were saying as you dropped to your knees and took Sam’s beast of a cock into your mouth.
His dick chubbed in his pants and his mouth went dry with shame.
You stopped when Sam called you a whore loud enough for the microphone to pick it up. Sean wanted to be sick when you professed your love for the formerly dead hunter. The rest of the conversation was lost as Sam touched you and Sean pressed his palm over the bulge of his zipper.
He’d never fucked you like this. It had always been sweet and tender, what he thought you wanted. He was sure you always got off, he was… he was…
The microphone had no problem picking up the several minutes of pornographic screams from you and Sean grunted when you begged for Sam to cum inside you, sticky wet heat filling his boxers as he came like a fucking teenager.
He stumbled away from the laptop towards the hotel phone, trying to ignore the sound you made when Sam granted your plea. It was everything he could do to not throw up as he dialed.
“Bobby,” Sean panted. “He… he found her. She’s gone.”
A heavy sigh was his initial response before the older hunter clicked his tongue. “I told you, boy. Ain’t no use running.”
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