Her Demons

Chapter 6

Previously...

I'm too exhausted to fight.

This reminds me of the conversation I had with Crowley. That I'm too tired to fight who I really am. That I'm this way because I gave up.

I look at Sam and he smiles at me, stroking my face. I back away from him and lay down on the bed, pull the covers over myself, and close my eyes. I feel weight lift from the bed as Sam gets up. Then I feel sleep take over me.

Then there's the faint sound of laughter; I recognize it as Castiel's.

Now...

The nightmares about Castiel are torture. Every time I try to sleep tonight, the same dream comes back. The black goo, the pain, and that evil laugh. But this time seems to be different.

I'm back at home. Everything is quiet. The house is the same as it was before it was burnt to the ground. I'm alone, or at least I think I am.

"Hello?" I call out. I start to walk around, starting my dream in the middle of the living room. The floorboards start to squeak as I walk into Dad's study, and then my shoes stomp against the tile. I find the basement door and attempt to open it, only finding it to be locked.

I head back into the living room and head for the upstairs. Suddenly, fingers wrap around my wrist gently. I freeze, not sure who I'm going to see when I turn around. A body is pressed up against mine, and lips are pressed to my cheek.

"Hello, beautiful," Sam whispers in my ear. Chills run down my spine. "Have you missed me?"

I nod my head and he continues to cover my jaw in kisses. Then he hits that soft spot and I hum in approval. He chuckles and it vibrates against my skin. I can't keep the moan from escaping me.

"I've sure missed you," he whispers to me.

He pulls me closer to him, and he starts to grind against me. He forces me to move with him, creating a sort of rhythm. He has a firm grip on my hips, and I can't seem to move anywhere other than where his hands guide me.

"Azazel," I say through gritted teeth.

"No, no. This is all you, sweetheart," Sam whispers.

"W- wha- what?" I stammer.

"This is your dream. Haven't you noticed things have been a little different lately?"

"Of course."

"Azazel decided to give you a break with the dreams."

"Was he the one that ga- gave me the nightmares?"

"No." Sam kisses my sweet spot again and I moan again. "That was you. It was you trying to repress the memory."

"Then what is this?" I ask breathlessly.

"This is what's hidden in the darkest parts of your mind. The things that you want to remember, but know that you can never bring up again. I don't think Dean would enjoy hearing about your little affair with soulless Sam, would he?"

I shook my head slowly. I focused on trying to contain what I was feeling. "Sam," I say, but I mostly moan his name.

"It's a dream, Olivia. You can do whatever you want here. You have control." Then he brings his lips back up to my ear. "Let go," he whispers, and I lose control. With Sam still pressed up against me, I move back and grind against him.

"Do you want me, Olivia?"

"Yes. Yes, please, Sam."

Sam chuckles and lets go of my hips. He backs away from me and I whimper at the loss of contact, which I had finally let myself enjoy. I turn around to face him, and he stands against the kitchen counter. He holds up a finger and motions me to come towards him.