Sam And Dean Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Your wife?” Samantha laughed manically as I felt Dean’s presence behind me. He placed a hand on my shoulder from behind, and squeezed gently. “You were never this blind while we were growing up.” “Will you insult me now too?” Dean’s voice was quiet, and I knew him too well not to see the danger in that. But Samantha, who claimed to have grown up with them, was too blind to see it. Whether she was ignorant, or arrogantly stupid I would never know, but she continued.

“Fuck! So deep!” “That’s it,” Dean grunted, his hips setting a brutal, piston-like rhythm immediately. “Take it. You’re just a warm, wet hole for us, remember?” I moved to stand behind Sam as he pulled Fe up by her hair. Fe, with her sharp eyes and sharper tongue, usually had something to say. Not now. Her mouth was open in a silent gasp as Sam pushed her against the stone wall, lifting one of her legs over his hip. He was thinner than the others, but viciously fast.

I turn up the corner of my lips and what follows next almost made me tear his face off. "Oh Samantha, come to bed with me! Dump your stupid, flabby boyfriend and let's go for a fifth round or was it six? I think it was more, but who knows. You're wild, girl and I want more of your ass in me..." I cut the call off before he could continue. I looked at him and he was laughing his ass off.