My Last Breath (On Hold)

Chapter Two: Wendigo

Claire ran her hands through his hair, pulling on it. He groaned running his hands down her sides. When he reached her hips, his hands circled around, down to her ass. Claire smiled against his lips, her hands moving from his hair, to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up a bit, before running her hands under his shirt, up his stomach and chest. Eventually by running her hands up far enough, his shirt was officially pulled off.

He pushed her against the wall and began to kiss her neck. She tangled her hands in his hair again, moaning quietly. She felt him smirk against her neck and reach for the bottom of her blouse. She pushed off the wall a little and pulled her shirt off. As soon as her shirt hit the ground, she was being kissed again. She let out a surprised gasp, which allowed for him to slip his tongue in her mouth.

He tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her head to the side and attacked her neck and shoulder. Claire bit her lip, her nails digging into his back. She moved her hands, one on his face, one on his neck. She pulled him away from her neck and kissed him, trailing down to his jaw and neck. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer.

He picked her up by her backside and carried her to the crappy motel bed. It'd work for what they were about to do. He placed her on the bed and started kissing down her bare stomach until he reached the waist band of her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slid them off. Claire smiled down at him before pulling him up so she could reach his pants. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. Maybe they'd use it later. She used one downward hand motion that both unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

They continued locking lips, his hands running up her back and to her bra. He removed her lips from hers and kissed along her jaw. He smirked into her neck as she moaned, and his hands didn't fumble with unclipping her bra.

"Sam." she moaned.

Claire sat up straight in the backseat of the Impala. Either she was on her period, or crazy. Or both. She just had a dream about having sex with her 'best friends' brother who just lost his longtime girlfriend barely a week ago...

"Yeah, I'm fine." She heard Sam say. She probably wouldn't be able to look at him the same again.

"Another nightmare?" Dean asked.

Sam just cleared his throat. 'I'll take that as a yes.' Claire thought. "Wanna drive for a while?"

"Wait, what?" Claire asked, staring wide eyed at Dean. He never let anyone drive his baby unless it was an important reason.

 Sam laughed, "Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that."

"Just thought you might want to. Never mind."

"I want too." Claire pipes up finally. Of course she just got an eye roll from Dean. "Fine. Screw you."

"Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay."

"Mm-hm. " Dean mumbled

Sam grabbed a map, "All right, where are we?"

"We are just outside of Grand Junction."

Sam lowered the map,  "You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon. 

"Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica- "

"We gotta find Dad first. " Sam finished Dean's sentence.

"Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do." Dean reassured.

"It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge. 

"What about it?" Claire asked, leaning on the seats infront of her.