It had been four months since Sam returned from hell, without his soul. Working with Dean proved... difficult. Dean wanted to find a way to return his soul, but Sam preferred his life this way. He saved more people, and had more fun.
Currently they were working a case in an office. It was simple enough, a witch coven. They'd wrap up in a day.
Sam was surveying the place, checking each empty office for hex bags. Dean was talking with the employees. As Sam rounded a corner to a long hallway, a very attractive woman in a black pencil skirt and light blue sleeveless blouse came up next to him.
"Agent, there's something in my office you should see." She winked and sauntered into an office to the left. Sam tilted his head and watched her walk ahead.
Checking that hallways were clear, he followed her. Considering they were on a witch case, he was slightly hesitant going into the office.
Once he entered, the woman was perched on the corner of the desk, leaned slightly back, legs crossed. "What's so important I needed to see?" Sam smirked.
She sat upright, and began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lacy bra. Sam shut the door, locked it, and walked to her. She slid off the desk, grabbed Sam's tie and pulled him into a searing kiss. Roughly, Sam's hands grabbed her face. The two kissed passionately.
Sam's hands ripped her blouse fully open, the delicate buttons dropping to the floor. They kissed harder, more furiously. Sam grabbed her skirt, sliding it up her legs. She unbuckled his belt, then opened his zipper. Realizing he'd gone commando she pulled him out of his pants. She broke the kiss, looking down at him. "Nice." She said, biting her lip.
He obviously liked the compliment, as he hardened fully. She moved to sit on the desk. "Wait." He slid his hands under her skirt, yanking her panties down. He got them down to her knees and she kicked them off.
She turned to her desk, opened the top drawer and reached in. Finding what she was looking for she turned to face Sam. He was smirking. "Here," she handed him a condom and he rolled his eyes. He took it hesitantly.
"Fine." He tore it open with his teeth. "One condition." He skillfully rolled it on. Excitement lit her eyes. "Turn around."
She wrapped her hand in his tie, pulled him in for another kiss. "You got it." She almost trembled in anticipation as she turned, leaning her hands on the desk.
The sight of this women leaned over her desk waiting for him, excited him further. He slid his large hands up the back of her legs, pushing her skirt up to her waist. His right hand slid over her hip and between her legs. She gasped.
Without warning he pushed inside her from behind, while his hand toyed with her. She threw her head back and moaned. He began moving quickly. Slowly out, and hard in. His fingers expertly pressed, rubbed and slid over her slick skin.
The sounds she made spurred him on. She leaned forward on her elbows as Sam continued. He leaned into her, kissing and nipping at her neck. He picked up the pace, and found her spot.
"Oh shit. Fuck." He hissed.
"I'm there." She whispered. Sam continued sliding in and out of her, crashing her through two orgasms before letting go himself. She collapsed onto her desk. Sam held himself up on his arms, as he pulled out of her.
Sam cleaned himself up, while they both straighten their clothes. She pulled her blazer on and buttoned it since her blouse was ruined.
Sam unlocked the door and they both exited. Dean rounded the corner. "Everything good?" He asked.
"Yup. Let's go." She slipped her business card into his pocket.
"In case you need anything else."
"Thanks, but I got all I needed." Sam said before turning and walking away. Dean looking a bit confused, smiled and followed his brother.
