1 comments/ 18349 views/ 10 favorites Supernatural: Hot and Bothered Ch. 01 By: SexxyShadowVixxen The characters of Dean and Sam Winchester are from the TV series Supernatural and are owned by the CW Network. The storyline does build up to sex, so you won't be disappointed reading the whole thing. The title says it all; this story kept me hot and bothered until I got it written out. Dean Winchester awoke in the motel room to hear his brother moaning in his sleep. At first he thought Sam was actually trying to carry on a conversation with him. Which really wasn't that unusual for Sam to just ramble on with Dean interjecting an occasional "uh huh" and "yeah" to make him think he was listening. "Sammy? Sammy, you alright?" Dean asked groggily, as he sat up in bed rubbing his sleepy eyes. He glanced over to where his younger brother was sleeping in the next bed. "Viv! Ohhh yeeaah! I'm coming Viv!" Sam moaned frantically. Dean smiled to himself. "My baby brother is having a wet dream about some chick named Viv." Although he had never heard Sam speak of a Viv before, he still found it amusing. Sam was not the smoothest with the ladies; he was way too shy. Dean was always the one who scored with the ladies they met on their adventures. When he saw something he wanted, he went for it. Sam just usually sat back and waited for it to happen. And if it didn't happen, he just chalked it up to fate. "I'll let him have his fun. At least he's getting some in his dreams." Dean said to himself with a sly grin. Since he was already awake, he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom, he checked on Sam again. Sam had broken out in a cold sweat across his forehead, and kicked his blanket off the bed and onto the floor. Dean picked the blanket up off the floor and put it at the foot of Sam's bed. "Man, she's really doin' a number on you, buddy! Does she have a sister you can hook me up with?" Dean whispered as he crawled back into bed. "Have fun, it'll be morning soon." '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. The next morning, Dean woke to birds singing outside the window and the sun streaming across his face. He glanced over to see if Sam was up yet. Apparently Sam had survived the night with his dream lover. His bed was neatly made and the door to the bathroom was closed. Groaning, Dean sat up in bed and stretched, his heavy feet hitting the hardwood floor. Sam quickly swung the bathroom door open. His face was covered with shaving cream, with a towel tied around his waist. His honey-colored hair was wildly tousled from the shower. "Oh it's you. I thought housekeeping was trying to get in." "Afraid Viv was gonna see you naked?" Dean snickered as he stood up, adjusting the waistband of his boxer shorts. "She really gave you a workout last night, huh, little bro?" "What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked, giving Dean a puzzled look. He really hated it when his older, more experienced brother teased him about women. Dean lived in the here and now; any woman he found attractive, he pursued and bedded her. Sam was the opposite; he desired quality over quantity. Dean went over to the small window and propped his elbows on the windowsill, gazing out into the parking lot. "She's all you could talk about last night. You've been holding out on me Sammy." Sam cocked his head to one side. "You should really cut back on the cheap booze at the dive bars you drag me to. Its really eating away at your brain." Dean turned to face his brother, feeling the sun hitting his bare back and chest. "Sam, if I had a tape recorder last night, I would've taped you and played it for you. This Viv chick was really giving it to you." "You're such a dumbass." Sam sneered at being teased, slamming the bathroom door. "I'm just sayin'," Dean yelled back, smiling at the thought of his brother having a wet dream he couldn't remember. "If that chick was doin' me that hard, I would've remembered it!" Dean said, feeling his cock growing hard just by the thought of it. "Hey, you gonna be in there much longer?" he yelled, pounding his fist on the thin wooden door of the bathroom. "I need to shower and shave too." Sam turned the hairdryer on full blast in the bathroom to drown him out. "You better not use all my hair gel, Sam. You can be such a bitch sometimes." Dean thought to himself as he opened the door to their motel room, grabbing the complimentary paper left there on the doormat. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. "You all ready to go, bro?" Dean asked, climbing into the driver's seat of their black 1967 Chevy Impala. "Huh? Yeah, I'm ready to go." Sam replied, not looking up from the newspaper he was engrossed in. "Looking for your engagement announcement?" Dean smirked, sliding his dark sunglasses on. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sam run his fingers through his hair. He knew Sam was beginning to get aggravated with all the teasing, But Dean enjoyed it so much. It's one of the perks of being an older brother. "Dean, so help me," Sam glared at him, a blood vessel popping out on the side of his neck. "cool it with the Viv stuff! I don't know a Viv, or Vivian! Ok?" "She may be the girl of your dreams...literally." Dean laughed, as they left the parking lot and headed down the tree-lined road. "Yeah, well," Sam rolled his eyes, unconvinced. "anyway, I was reading this article in the paper, and here's a story about some old lady that has a magic painting that can tell the future." "Interesting." Dean replied, raising one eyebrow. A painting that claims to tell the future was tame compared to the demons, ghosts, and evil spirits they usually encountered. "So where's this old lady with the psychic painting live?" "According to this," Sam said, flipping back one page of the newspaper. "Just one town over in Harmony." "Harmony? That sounds like a nice place." Dean chuckled. "Sure doesn't sound like a place for paranormal activity." "Yeah, Hellhole or Vortex to Hell would be too obvious, right?" Sam laughed, folding the newspaper. "When we get into town, I'll look up the old lady's address again." "Ok," Dean replied, turning the radio up full blast. As they cruised along, Dean was bopping his head to the heavy-metal music that blared out of the car's speakers. He had just installed brand new speakers in the back, and he loved to hear them rock. Sam looked out the window and got lost in his daydreams. He was definitely the dreamer of the two brothers. Sam's thoughts drifted back to last night, when he did in fact, dream of a woman. It puzzled him that he had called out for someone named Viv in his sleep. "Do I know a Vivian?" Sam thought to himself. He could never tell Dean about it. He took his teasing way too far and would just make it all about sex. Actually, it was kind of sexual, but in a sensual way. "Dean would never see that side of it, so why mention it?" he told himself as he glanced over to watch Dean drumming the steering wheel to the music. Sam smiled to himself knowing that he had a sexy secret Dean knew nothing about. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. The small town of Harmony looked like a typical American small town. The houses were nice, but simple. Most of the houses were spread out, fields stretching between them. "This place should've been named Hicksville instead of Harmony." Dean yelled over the music. Sam turned the music down. "I kinda like it. It's small and homey." "You would." Dean looked over the tops of his sunglasses, as they stopped for a stop sign. "This place looks like Nowheresville to me!" "Jerk." Sam mumbled under his breath, unfolding the newspaper to look for the address. "What was that?" Dean leaned in toward him. "Nothing." Sam mumbled. "Turn right. The address is 69 Dream Catcher Lane. That's where the old lady lives." "That's what I thought." Dean pushed his sunglasses back up on his face. "This place is so sugary I might get a cavity just being here." The old, two story farmhouse that bared the address the two brothers were looking for stood in the distance. Dean stopped at the end of the long, winding driveway letting the Impala idle; it's engine growled, anxious to proceed on. The house was well kept; clinging vines and hanging baskets full of colorful flowers hung along the front porch. A porch swing and two weather beaten rocking chairs rocked in the breeze. All the windows were open in the house, linen and lace curtains peeked in and out of the windows. It was a beautiful late summer afternoon, the scent of honeysuckles and lavender hung heavily in the air. "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" Sam asked sarcastically, throwing the folded newspaper in between the dash and windshield. "I'm just waiting to see if a hillbilly is gonna come running out with a shotgun." Dean smirked. "They do have all the windows open for easy access." Sam played along. "You'd better hope they're not die-hard Ford fanatics." "Yeah, I thought of that too." Dean laughed, putting the impatient Impala in gear and heading up the dusty driveway. He pulled the car to the end of the driveway and they both got out. The hot sun beat down on them as the scent of fried chicken and freshly baked biscuits drifted from the open kitchen window. "Looks like we picked the perfect time to visit, huh, Sam?" Dean hit him in the shoulder as they approached the wooden steps that lead up to the front porch. "I forgot that we hadn't eaten yet." "Yeah, that smells great!" Sam said, knocking on the rickety screen door. "I could definitely eat!" The big front door to the old house was open; Dean and Sam could see through the screen door into what looked like a big living room. "Just a second!" an elderly voice sang from the kitchen. "Ok." Dean and Sam said in unison. "Hey Dean, so what's the plan to get inside the house to check for the painting?" Sam whispered, just realizing they hadn't come up with a plan. "Just follow my lead baby brother." Dean winked. "I'll just simply charm the old sweetheart, and she'll let us in." "Yeah, but how do we get to her to let us stay for a while?" Sam fidgeted. "We'll need at least a couple of days to even find this painting...if it exists!" Before Dean could answer, the screen door swung open. An elderly lady, in her late 60's, smiled at the two brothers. Her hair was as white as snow, and her piercing blue eyes smiled back at them. When she got a closer look at the two men, she seemed to stop dead in her tracks for a split second. "Howdy!" she finally said. "Hello young lady, is your mother home?" Dean smiled one of his award winning smiles, notorious for turning women into goo. Sam turned his face slightly away to keep from laughing, but returned to face the lady. He didn't want to appear rude. "Oh my," the old lady blushed. "you are the charmer! What are you young men up to?" "If only you knew." Sam thought to himself, smirking at how Dean got the old lady to blush. "This ought to be good." he thought, as he waited for Dean's response. "What's your name young lady?" Dean asked quickly. "My name is Opal. Opal Montgomery." she giggled. "What's yours?" "I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother, Sam." Dean replied, putting his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Nice to meet you." Sam said politely with a smile. "Winchester you say?" Opal said thoughtfully. "I don't think I know any Winchesters. If I saw two good looking guys like you I would remember it, even if I am 69 years old! Are you two new to town?" Dean glanced over at Sam. "You could say that." '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. After exchanging pleasantries, Opal finally invited them in. Sam suspected that she was trying to get a sense of what kind of men they were. But truth be told, if they wanted to get in they could have. It scared Sam that Opal could be so trusting of two strangers at her door and invite them in so easily, not knowing what their true intentions were. "Come in boys." she held the screen door so they could enter. "Please join us for lunch." "Oh, you have company?" Sam asked, feeling bad they were imposing on her. "Oh no, honey." she replied, wiping flour from her small fragile hands onto her red apron. "It's just me and my granddaughter." As the two brothers followed her through the big living room, the smell of fried chicken made Sam's stomach growl. "My, my!" she laughed. "You boys are hungry! Growing boys like you two need to eat!" Opal's kitchen was big and airy. All the windows were open, which made the delicious food smells circulate even more. A dining table that looked like it was from the 1950's sat in the middle of the floor. "Abigail! Abigail, we have company!" she called out to the slender brunette that had her back to the trio, standing at the old iron stove. Both Dean and Sam were checking out her long, dark hair that cascaded down her back into a loose ponytail. She was wearing a hot pink tank top that really showed off her toned arms. She wore blue jean cutoff short shorts that really complimented her plump backside and shapely thighs. Sam thought he heard Dean say "Damn!" under his breath. He wasn't sure if that was the thoughts in his own head, or if Dean actually said it out loud. But the sentiment was mutual. "If her front side looks as good as her backside, I'm in trouble!" Dean thought to himself, feeling his cock getting harder by the second. He was glad he had chosen to wear his more loose fitting jeans today. Sam was having a similar reaction to the pretty brunette. He could feel the blood running directly to his cock, and he couldn't wait until she turned around. "Hi." the pretty brunette smiled as she turned to face the newcomers. "I'm Abigail. Abigail Montgomery. But you can call me Abby - all my friends do. What's your names?" As she crossed the room to stand in front of the brothers, Sam's mouth went dry. She was a gorgeous, petite young woman, maybe five feet tall. She looked to be about his age, late twenties. He towered over her since he was six foot four. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder in his pants as the seconds ticked by. Her sparkling green eyes looked up at him, piercing into his soul. Sam felt an instant connection to Abby. He didn't know why, but he felt like he had met her somewhere before. Their eyes held the intense gaze for several more seconds. Her emerald eyes seemed to speak to him, yet they exchanged no words between them. He glanced down at her lips, thinking she was actually speaking words to him. Her lips only curved into a sexy pink smile. "Hi!" Dean interjected, sensing the intense exchange between the two. "I'm Dean Winchester." Abby reluctantly broke the connection with Sam. "Hi Dean. It's nice to meet you." When she turned to face Dean, Sam took a quick peek at the perky breasts that filled out the tank top so well. He wondered what they tasted like as he longed to touch them and take them in his mouth. "Very nice to meet you, Abby." Dean smiled one of his sexy smiles. Dean's face dropped when Abby turned back to look at Sam. "Let me guess," she put one finger to her pink lips, which turned Sam on even more. "I bet I can guess what your name is." Sam realized that she was flirting with him. He wasn't so oblivious to females that he couldn't tell when a woman was flirting. "Ok, guess." "Hmmmm," she took one of Sam's hands in hers, stroking his palm with her index finger, leaving a trail of fire from her hand to his crotch. "your name is Sam." He knew that she had been listening when they were on the front porch talking to her grandmother. "Yeah, you're right." he smiled, playing along with the raven haired vixen, his hazel eyes locking with hers again. "Abigail, I've told you to stop with that palm-reading, witchcraft nonsense!" Opal said as she put a platter of fried chicken on the table. "Come on you young folk, let's eat! The food is getting cold!" "Grandmother calls it nonsense, but it's not." Abby replied loud enough for Opal to hear. "I'm the local palm reader and fortune teller around here. Most folks call me a charlatan, but I know what I see." "That's cool." Sam replied, interested in seeing more of Abby - much, much more. He ached to be near her, which was odd since he had just met her. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. As they all sat down to eat the delicious lunch Opal and Abby had prepared, Dean made it a point to slide in the chair right next to Abby. He wasn't going to give up trying to make a connection with her. She was so damn hot, and there was a certain something that made him want her. "So Abby," Dean said as he picked up some chicken with tongs. "tell me a little about yourself." "There's really not that much to tell." she replied as she put her napkin in her lap. "Like I was telling Sam, I'm known around here as the local palm reader and fortune teller. Most folks think I'm a fake, but I'm not." Sam pulled out a chair from the table right across from Abby. He watched her as she spoke about the gift she had for telling the future, and how some people mocked her when she walked down the sidewalks in town. He could tell in her eyes that all the mocking really hurt her. Dean leaned closer to Abby. "Say, could you read my fortune sometime?" he looked deep into her eyes seductively. "I have a very long life line." Across the table Sam could feel his blood start to boil. If looks could kill, Dean would be six feet under. How could Dean try to make a play for Abby when it was totally obvious that she liked him! To Sam's relief and amusement, Abby seemed uninterested in Dean's advances and innuendo. "Sure, it'll cost you twenty dollars. But truth be told, most men's life lines aren't really as long as they claim." she replied with a sly wink, spooning out some mashed potatoes. "Oh." Dean was shocked that he didn't get a different answer. Sam was dying laughing on the inside, but he kept his cool on the outside. "So what brings you boys to Harmony?" Opal blurted out, quickly trying to clear all the sexual innuendo that hung heavily in the air. Sam looked over at Dean, and then Dean back over at Sam. Sam hoped Dean's quick thinking would kick in now. They needed an excuse as to why they had showed up at their door just out of the blue. "Actually, Sam and I are out doing odd jobs to make some extra money." Dean blurted out like he was reading from a script. "And your farm looked like a good place to stop and ask if you lovely ladies needed any work done around here." "Wow, I wonder where Dean has been hiding that one!" Sam thought to himself as he glanced to look at Opal, and then kept his gaze on Abby to see if they were buying it. "As a matter of fact," Opal said as she brought over some homemade gravy from the stove, sitting down beside Sam. "we have let things go a little around here. There's several things you could do around here to help us out." "There's something I'd like to do that's sitting right there." Sam thought to himself as he stared at Abby. He imagined what her soft skin felt like as he sat there fantasizing about her. She must have felt him staring at her, because she raised her eyes up to meet his. Her eyes seemed to scream "I want you too!" Sam could feel his cheeks burning in an innocent blush. Abby lowered her lips to the straw that was in her glass, wrapping her tongue around the end of it, teasing and lapping at it slowly. Sam could feel his cock getting harder and harder. He was glad he was sitting down at a table. His growing erection would be hard to miss. He couldn't tear his gaze away from watching her. Even the simplest move she made was totally sexy. He wanted her, and wanted her bad. He usually didn't yearn for a woman as bad as he did for Abby. Sure, he had crushes on women he and Dean met along the way, but there was something different about her. It was almost like they were picking up where they had left off, almost like they had been together before. Supernatural: Hot and Bothered Ch. 01 '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. After a wonderful lunch, Opal invited the boys to stay the night. She would take them around the farm after they got settled in their room, then find them some work to do for the afternoon. "Follow me boys and I'll take you to your room." Opal motioned for them at the foot of the stairs. Dean and Sam slid their chairs over the hardwood floor and under the table. As Sam crossed the kitchen to follow Opal and Dean up the stairs, he glanced over to where Abby was standing at the sink washing dishes. She turned to look at him. The steam from the hot dishwater made her cheeks and forehead glisten, making some of her dark hair stick to her cheeks and neck. She looked him over from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, getting in one last look. He was very tall and so handsome. Sure, both brothers were very good looking, but there was something about Sam that really turned her on. He seemed so quiet and unassuming, but she knew deep down he was very complex, and probably a tiger in bed. The cute way he blushed when he was around her was just so sexy. She felt her nipples getting hard, and her breasts ached for his big, strong hands to touch them. She could feel a warm yearning growing between her legs the more she thought about being near him. Sam was already fully engorged, and he didn't care if she saw his full erection straining against his jeans. It took all his will power not to rush over and take her in his arms, tear her clothes off, and take her right there at the sink with her grandmother upstairs. "Sam! Sam, are you coming?" Opal popped her head around the corner of the old wooden staircase. "Yeah, I'll be coming soon, and so will your gorgeous granddaughter." He wickedly thought to himself. "I'll see ya later, Abby." he felt like he should say something. He practically undressed her with his eyes and did her right there. "I'm counting on it." Abby smiled back, then turned to finish her dishes. "I'm counting on seeing you naked, you hottie!" she devilishly thought to herself. Opal showed Sam the room he was to share with Dean for the night. It was a modest room, but big enough for two people. Sam walked through the door to see Dean stretched out on one of the twin beds. "I hope this will be ok for you two tonight." Opal said from the doorway, hand on the doorknob. "I'll give you boys time to rest a bit, then we'll find you some work to do before supper." "Yeah, this is just fine." Dean smiled at her. "Thanks again for letting us stay and giving us a job." "You're welcome, honey. It's so nice to have some men around. It's a real treat to have you two here." After Opal closed the door, and her footsteps faded away against the hardwood floor, Dean jumped up off the bed and slapped Sam on the back. "That granddaughter of hers is smokin' hot!" Dean was just trying to get a reaction out of Sam. "I can't wait to sneak into her room tonight and show her how playing hard to get makes for a good lay!" Sam could feel his blood start to boil again. "Why don't you leave Abby alone? She's clearly not into you!" Just the thought of Dean trying to have sex with Abby made him very angry. "Well, my brother," Dean put his elbow on Sam's shoulder. "if you don't do something about that hard-on you've had since we got here, you're gonna explode." "Leave me alone!" Sam couldn't help but laugh. "Ok, I admit it...I like her!" he felt his cheeks become heated again with a slight blush. "Like her? Like her!" Dean threw his hands in the air. "Sam, if you liked her any more, you would've conceived a baby on that kitchen table if Grandma Moses and I weren't there! I mean...come on! Viv is definitely gonna be jealous you're cheating on her!" Making love to Abby on that kitchen table somehow excited Sam. He could see him shoving all the food, dishes and all, off the table and laying her down. He relished in the thought of slowly tearing her clothes off, her soft, sweet body yielding to him. He fantasized about tasting her sweet breasts, making her scream as he made love to her over and over. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. The two brothers spent a little time in the room, both stretched out across their beds. Sam lay there, staring up at the ceiling. All he could think of was Abby. Her long dark hair and beautiful green eyes occupied his every thought. He remembered her sensual lips curving up in a sexy smile. The thought of her toned, petite body crushed under his made his cock start to get hard again. He glanced over to see Dean reading a magazine. Upon closer examination, he realized that it was a dirty magazine. "Where did you get that?" "I had it in the glove compartment." Dean didn't even look up from the magazine. "I bought it at one of the gas stations yesterday." "Don't let Opal catch you with that," Sam pleaded, watching the door. "she might get mad and kick us out!" "Hey, you're living your Playboy fantasy," Dean glared over at him. "some of us have to get off the only way we can at the moment, ok? And as far as Opal goes, she probably has stacks of dirty old men magazines under her bed if you go look." "Yeesh, no thanks!" Sam's hard-on was disappearing at that mental image. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Come in." Dean said, while quickly shoving the magazine under his fluffy pillow. Sam gave him a relieved look as Opal appeared in the doorway. "You boys rested and ready to do a little work for me?" she asked cheerfully. "Yes, ma'am!" Dean winked, jumping up off the bed. "Whatever your sweet heart desires!" he said, taking Opal's small hands in his making her giggle like a teenager. Sam swung his legs off the bed to stand. "Dean's charm doesn't have an off button." he thought to himself with a smile. Opal took the brothers around her property, giving them a tour of the old feed barn, the woodshed, and an old corncrib. Most of the buildings were in good condition, but a fresh coat of paint and a new piece of wood here and there sure wouldn't hurt. Sam felt that they should be doing something to help Opal; after all, she was feeding them home cooked meals and giving them a cozy place to sleep. Her place sure beat some run down, rat infested motel room. And of course, there was Abby.... "I would like to keep this farm up as much as I can. That's why I'm glad you able-bodied boys came along." Opal smiled. "When I pass on, I want to leave the farm in good condition for Abby, her husband, and children." Opal looked directly at Sam and winked. Sam's face flushed. "Uh," his voice squeaked so bad he had to clear his throat. "what would you like us to do first, ma'am?" Opal chuckled. "Well, I guess one of you could split some wood for me. Abby has been working on it when she can, but as you can see she hasn't gotten very far. And the other one could start replacing some boards on the corncrib." Sam was horrified at the thought of petite Abby trying to lift that heavy ax, much less trying to split a big log. "You'll find everything you need over there in the woodshed." Opal turned to head back to the house. "Call me if you need anything else." "I'll start splitting the wood if you want to start on the corncrib." Sam volunteered, taking off his black t-shirt and laying it on a stack of wood. "Yeah, you're the expert on wood, aren't ya?" Dean snickered. He just couldn't let that one pass by. "Very funny!" Sam said sarcastically. "Take this hammer and go on before I use it on you!" '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. Working there in the hot afternoon sun, Sam wondered where Abby was that exact moment. He fantasized about her wearing a white tank top with no bra, and short cutoffs washing their Impala. He could see the cold, wet water gushing out of the water hose onto her full breasts, making her nipples enlarge and stick out from under the wet fabric. He could see her bending over the hood of the car, her full breasts rubbing the hood, ass in the air. She then stands, putting the water to her full lips, making her mouth form a perfect 'O'. Then the water runs in streams down her flat stomach, runs between her legs making her wetter and wetter, then down the length of her long, slender legs. "You know there's something to make that easier." A voice came out of nowhere, making Sam jump back to reality. "Huh? Oh, hey Abby." he said, trying to act cool and regain his composure. "What did you say?" "There's something to make that easier." She stepped out of the shadows the afternoon sun was casting onto the ground. "Yeah, baby you can make my hard-on easier, alright." Sam thought to himself, watching hungrily as she walked closer. She took in the full sight of him; shirtless, sweaty, and hot...just the way she liked her men. She had been standing at her open upstairs bedroom window watching him split wood for several minutes, so she decided to make up an excuse to come talk to him. "I brought you some water." she took out a cold bottle of water from behind her back. "I figured you'd be thirsty out here in the hot sun." Sam wiped some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. When he raised his arm, Abby swooned at the sight of his biceps, triceps, and six-pack abs bulging by the simple move. "Yeah, thanks. It is pretty hot out here." When Sam reached out to take the bottle from her, their fingers touched for several seconds. Even the slightest touch by this woman made liquid heat run straight to his crotch. "My pleasure." she smiled, looking deep into his eyes. "You're working so hard out here, I'd hate for you to pass out from heat exhaustion." He took the lid off the water and took a long swallow. She imagined the cool water running down his finely chiseled jaw line, down his neck, onto his strong chest, and dripping down those rippling abs. "You mentioned an easier way to do this?" he said, breaking up Abby's mini daydream. She started to attention. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Did you notice the wood splitter in the woodshed?" she pointed inside of the shed. "Wood splitter?" he turned to see a wood splitter in the corner of the shed, mocking him. "Yeah, it's the newest thing in splitting firewood." she laughed, seeing his stunned expression. "At least you're getting in some exercise by using that ax." Sam felt like a complete fool. Why didn't he look around to see what they had in the shed? He just assumed that she had been using an ax to split the wood. He felt like a complete idiot, and it was made worse since it was in front of her! "Come on," she took him by the hand, playfully. "I'll show you how to start it up." "You're already starting me up." he thought to himself, looking down in disbelief at her small hand clasped in his. She led him into the woodshed that was dimly lit inside by the late afternoon sun. Abby pulled him to a stop at the wood splitter, their bodies touching. He wished he had his shirt, or a towel at least, to wipe some of the stinky sweat he had all over his chest, arms and face. He must have reeked! "You know," she turned him to face her, her small hands on both sides of his strong arms. "there is a finder's fee for letting you in on this." "Oh, really," he smiled. She wanted him to kiss her, he could tell. "So what's the fee, pretty lady?" he snaked his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to his strong, naked chest and growing erection. She reveled in the strength of his arms and sexy, musky scent. She could stay in his embrace forever. "Well, we could-" Before she could finish her sentence, his mouth covered hers in a sweet, sensual kiss. She could feel her knees starting to buckle as the kiss continued and intensified. He gently pushed her back against the wood splitter, his mouth hungrily moving from her lips to the soft skin on the side of her neck. She ran her hands up his strong back trying to pull him closer. She could feel his cock getting rock hard as he started rubbing up against her. "Sam! Ohhh Sam!" Abby said breathlessly. She felt desire building between her legs as he ran his tongue up and down her neck. She felt and tasted just like he had thought she would. She threw her head back in ecstasy, allowing him to shower her with more and more kisses. He grabbed one of her slender legs behind her bent knee and held it up, making the intimate contact of their desire closer. "Abby!" Sam huskily whispered in her ear, cupping one breast over her tank top. "I want you so bad!" He didn't mean for that to slip out, but he couldn't help himself. He was actually touching and kissing her! "I want you too!" Abby confessed, looking deeply into his eyes. His hazel eyes softened when she placed one hand on his glistening chest, feeling his heart running away. "Hey, Sam!" Dean yelled, as he stepped into the woodshed. Sam and Abby sprang apart. She adjusted her tank top and Sam put his hands in his jean pockets. They knew Dean had seen the whole thing. All three just stood there in the awkward silence. "Uh." Dean seemed stunned by what he had walked in on. "Um...I'm ready to call it a day. It's getting late." "Yeah," Sam blushed, not meeting Dean's gaze. "sounds good to me." "Ok, then." Dean turned, then looked back over his shoulder. This was the first time Sam had seen his brother practically speechless. "See you two back at the house." When he turned to leave the woodshed, Dean had a huge grin on his handsome face. "Go get her, Sammy!" When Dean had gotten out of sight, Sam and Abby broke into laughter. "Your brother has horrible timing!" she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "Yeah, he does!" Sam replied, turning her pretty face to meet his, slowly planting a kiss on her swollen lips. "I guess we'd better get back to the house." .......To Be Continued....... Supernatural: Hot and Bothered Ch. 02 The characters of Dean and Sam Winchester are from the TV series Supernatural and are owned by the CW Network. This is Part 2 of the story, with more sex & an interesting plot twist. I really enjoyed writing this, so let me know what you think. I have more story ideas with the Winchesters if you would like to read them. Opal was getting supper started when Sam and Abby walked into the kitchen, hand in hand. When she saw that they were holding hands, she smiled brightly like she had just won the lottery. "I see you two had a good afternoon." she clapped her hands together in joy. "Yes." Abby smiled up at Sam. "It was one of the best afternoons I've had in a while." "Oh my goodness!" Opal looked more closely at Sam. "Are your lips bleeding, honey?" "Wha-?" Sam wiped his lips with his fingers, looking frantically at Abby. "Wait a minute. Blood isn't pink!" Opal laughed. "That's lipstick. And by the look of it, that's Abby's shade!" Sam's face turned a bright red. Dean was leaning against the kitchen counter laughing out loud. "How'd that get there?" Abby said innocently, looking slyly up at Sam. "Sammy got caught with his hand in the cookie jar - among other things." Dean thought to himself. "Hey Sam, you got a few minutes before we eat?" he asked, saving his brother from any more awkwardness. "Um, yeah bro." Sam said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I need to shower before supper, anyway." "Excuse us ladies." Dean smiled, motioning with his head for Sam to follow him up the stairs to their room. "See you in a few minutes." Sam smiled at Abby, not wanting to let go of her hand. "Ok sweetie!" she smiled, not being shy about how she felt about him. When he turned to follow Dean up the stairs, she playfully slapped Sam on the butt. He turned to give her a nervous smile, his face still flushed from embarrassment. "Sorry about my timing earlier today." Dean said, closing the door to their room. "If I had known you were in that wood shed about to get some, I wouldn't have come in." "Your timing really sucked that time!" Sam said, peeling off his sweaty shirt, jeans, socks, and shoes, and throwing them in a pile on the floor. "I'm glad it was you instead of Opal. I definitely would've died of embarrassment!" Dean laughed. "The way you jumped, you looked like the rooster caught in the hen house! And that lipstick thing was priceless!" "So did you want to talk to me about something?" Sam asked, sitting there in only his boxers. "I really want to go take a shower." "Oh, yeah. While you and Abby were playing doctor in the wood shed," Dean grinned. "I had a chance to look around the house when Opal was busy in the kitchen." "And?" Sam asked, interested. "What did you find out?" "I didn't find anything unusual in any of the rooms, but she wouldn't let me go near the attic. Just as I was trying to pick the lock on the door, she caught me." "Dean, you were trying to pick the lock?" Sam shook his head and grinned. "Old habits die hard huh, bro?" "Yeah, well." Dean grinned. "Anyway, there's something in that attic that she doesn't want anybody to see." "It has to be where the painting is!" Sam sat up straighter. "She wouldn't have the door so secured if she wasn't hiding something important." "Exactly." Dean winked. "Maybe after supper you can go to the attic and try your luck with the lock. Opal is already onto me. I'll try to keep the women occupied somehow." "Yeah, I can try to get up there." Sam stood in the doorway to the small bathroom in their room. "Our plan might work, but I doubt if Abby will let you out of her sight that long." Dean teased. "I'll give it until the end of the day before you two end up in bed together." "I'm planning on it, bro!" Sam smiled, closing the door to the bathroom. "The first chance I get!" '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. After enjoying a delicious supper, Dean offered to help Opal clean up the dishes. Opal sent a reluctant Abby into town to get some supplies so they could make homemade ice cream later that evening. Sam saw this as his chance to check out the attic. He made the excuse that he needed to wash the clothes he had worn while splitting wood. Opal pointed him in the direction of the old wringer washer in the backyard. As soon as Opal returned to the kitchen, Sam tiptoed down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. His heart raced with anticipation of secrets the attic held. "She didn't get a cheap lock, that's for sure!" he thought to himself, as he held the big padlock, carefully trying to release the tumblers with his tools. After several attempts, and glances over his shoulder, the big lock clicked and the shackle snapped open. "Yesss!" he smiled to himself, taking the lock off the old rusty door. "Now I have to open the door without making a sound." He braced his tall body against the wooden door, not knowing what was behind it. With a slight cracking sound, he pushed the door open slowly. Fearing that Opal had heard the cracking of the attic door, he hesitated in the doorway. He listened several seconds for the sounds of footsteps. When none penetrated the thick dusty air, he pushed the door open a little wider. Again, he stopped and listened for any sounds of the elderly woman. "Maybe she doesn't have her hearing aid turned up enough!" he thought to himself, then scolded himself for the mean thought. "I'm beginning to sound like Dean!" He really hated going behind the women's backs since they had took them in, fed them, and gave them a job - all under false pretenses. Sam felt a twinge of guilt, but quickly shook it off focusing on the task at hand. Stepping into the attic, a huge stained glass window glared at him as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The colors from the window made swirling patterns on the floor as he looked around for anything resembling a painting. The dusty attic contained mostly old furniture and cardboard boxes stacked in all the corners. Sam's eyes scanned each silhouette that surrounded him, while his ears stayed alert for the sound of Opal coming up the stairs. Ahead of him, right under the huge stained glass window, he saw something that resembled a wooden frame. He quickly crossed the room, accidentally kicking an empty paint can that was on the floor. The sound of the aluminum can bouncing across the wooden floor echoed in Sam's ears. "Damn!" he cringed and mumbled under his breath, his head snapping back to look at the doorway. "Sam? Sam, are you okay out there?" He could hear Opal's muffled voice below him in the kitchen. He could also hear Dean's voice. "Keep her occupied while I get outta here Dean!" Sam thought to himself, debating on whether to take a chance of lifting the dusty drop cloth that covered the possible painting. "I really need to see if Sam is ok." Opal's voice was getting closer and clearer. "Screw it!" Sam growled out loud, spinning around to head for the door. His long legs moved him quickly toward the door. He knew he would have to beat Opal to the bottom of the stairs, since she would have to pass by the staircase to get out to the backyard. As Sam was crouched on the top step, trying to latch the padlock back onto the door, Opal appeared down below in the hallway with Dean in tow. Luckily, her back was to Sam as she stood there talking to Dean. "I'm sure he's ok." Dean said, quickly glancing up at Sam and giving him a get the hell out of there look. "I still want to check on him." Opal said, concerned. "Those wringer washers can be dangerous if you don't know how to use them. You can lose fingers if you're not careful!" Dean didn't want to, but he played the sympathy card. "You know, our mother - God rest her soul - showed both of us how to use things around the house. I really miss her." Opal put her arm around his broad shoulders. "Oh honey, I had no idea your mother had passed." "Yeah." Dean turned on the puppy-dog eyes. "You know, you are kind of like a mother to us now, even though Sam and I just met you." "Oh, honey. Come into the kitchen and I'll make you a snack." Opal said as she shuffled into the kitchen. As soon as her back was turned, Dean looked up at Sam, giving him a smile and a thumbs up. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as Dean disappeared into the kitchen. "Dammit, I was so close!" Sam thought to himself. Watching and listening for Opal, he crept down the staircase and out the back door. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. As soon as Abby returned from her trip to town, she immediately looked for Sam. She found him in the backyard bent over the old washer struggling to run his shirt through the wringers. She stood there for several seconds admiring the way that he filled out his jeans. He must have sensed that someone was there, and turned to look over his shoulder. "Hey Abby." he said with an automatic smile. "Hey sexy!" she stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "What are you doing?" Sam straightened up to face her. When he looked into her green eyes, he felt the guilt of breaking into the attic coming back. "I'm trying to wash up my clothes." "What's wrong?" she looked up at him curiously. "There's something up with you." "Huh? No, no - nothing's wrong." he blinked. "What could be wrong?" Abby could see in his eyes that something was troubling him. It bothered her that he wouldn't tell her and she was determined to find out what it was. "You can't hide things from a psychic, remember?" She eyed him more closely. "I can see it in your eyes, and you're giving off a weird vibe." "Oh, that's just all the deviled eggs I ate at supper!" he laughed nervously. "Sam and Abby! C'mon in, the ice cream is almost ready!" Dean yelled from the kitchen. "This time Dean has perfect timing." Sam thought to himself, breathing a silent sigh of relief. "C'mon, let's go get some ice cream." "You're off the hook for now, sweetie." she said, grabbing his hand. "But I'll find out what's bothering you sooner or later." They headed through the kitchen and out onto the front porch to find Dean scooping some freshly made ice cream out of the maker. "Just in time." Opal smiled, picking up some plastic bowls from one of the old rocking chairs. "I hope you like strawberry ice cream, Sam." "I've never had homemade ice cream, ma'am. We never made any in Kansas." he replied, taking a bowl from her. "You've got to be kidding!" Abby replied, shocked. "Wow, you are in for a treat when that ice cream hits your tongue!" "It must be a Southern thing." Dean said, taking the first taste of his ice cream. "Mmmm, this is good!" Sam lifted his spoon to taste the frozen treat. "Man, this is delicious!" He immediately dipped his spoon in for another heaping spoonful. "Whoa! Better not eat that ice cream too fast!" Abby laughed. "You'll get brain freeze, sweetie!" "If he had a brain to freeze." Dean smirked, sitting down in the other rocking chair next to Opal. "Ha! Ha!" Sam shot him a dirty look, sliding into the porch swing beside Abby. It was the perfect summer night to sit out on the front porch. The sun was quickly sliding under the horizon leaving pink, purple, and red streaks in the sky. All the colors made Sam think of that mysterious painting in the attic he had been so close to seeing. The lightning bugs danced on the humid summer breeze and frogs croaked at a nearby pond. "Ahhh, nature's symphony." Opal sighed, closing her eyes. "It is so peaceful out here." "Yeah, it is." Abby moved closer to Sam on the swing, dipping out a little ice cream on her finger and slowly wiping it on his nose. Dean let out a slight snicker. Sam looked annoyed, but then smiled down at Abby as she moved closer into the crook of his underarm. He took his hand and wiped the melting ice cream from his nose, gingerly wiping it on her chin and then smearing a little on her upper chest. Abby gave Sam's knee a slight squeeze which made him squirm. In turn he buried his nose in her dark hair, searching for her ear to whisper something private. "Okay!" Dean stood up, making Opal jump in her chair. "Miss Opal you mentioned something that needed to be repaired in the parlor?" "Dean honey, that can wait until tomorrow." Opal looked up at him strangely, not wanting to move from her comfortable spot. "Uh, I doubt if it can wait until morning." Dean took the elderly lady by the hand. "Come show me what you need done." Dean held the screen door open for Opal as she walked through. As he walked over the threshold, he turned the porch light off and softly shut the big wooden door behind him. Sam and Abby sat there in the moonlight first in disbelief, then excitement. "I thought they'd never leave!" Sam whispered, making a mental note to thank his brother for giving them some privacy. They instinctively moved closer to each other and Sam took a minute to take in the sight of her. The moonlight spilled off the porch and shone on Abby's face. Her green eyes sparkled in the silver light. Her skin looked like porcelain as she smiled back at him as he touched her cheek with the palm of his hand. He slowly leaned in for a long, passionate kiss. She met him halfway, returning the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders tightly. His lips moved from her mouth to the center of her neck, which sent shivers down her whole body. The sensation of his mouth on her neck made her shudder. She clung to his broad shoulders as tight as her small arms and hands could. He slid his hands slowly down her curvy body and squeezed her ass, pulling her even closer. She ran her hands down his strong chest, along his rippling abs, and finally rested on the zipper of his jeans. Sam jumped slightly in surprise as she unbuttoned his jeans and then slowly pulled the zipper down. Feeling inside his boxers, her hand rubbed and caressed his rock hard cock. She heard him catch his breath then moan in approval. He slid one hand under her tank top and bra, cupping one breast. In one quick move, he had her on her back in the swing. Pushing her top and bra up and out of the way, he took a nipple in his mouth. Abby bucked and arched her back in pleasure. She still had her hand in Sam's jeans, and she felt his cock double in size and hardness. Keeping one hand on her breast, with his free hand he pulled her elasticized shorts down to her knees leaving her panties on. He hesitated over her, getting more turned on by the sight of her white lace bikini panties against her tanned skin. He then bent down, letting his breath saturate her most private part. Abby gave Sam's arm a slight squeeze, which made him lower his mouth between her legs. She could feel liquid fire rush through her whole body as she felt his tongue licking at the thin fabric. She moaned and thrashed her head from side to side when his probing tongue moved the fabric aside and tasted her. She could feel his strong hands on the sides of her body tugging her lace panties slowly off her hips. Suddenly the porch light snapped on. Dean stood in the doorway with his back to the door, like he was blocking it. A stunned Sam and Abby both sat up in the swing. Opal was trying to get around Dean to come out onto the porch. Sam and Abby quickly pulled their clothes on and jumped off the side of the porch as Opal pushed by Dean. "I have to get this leftover ice cream off the porch before the critters get into it!" she said slightly irritated. "Don't look!" Dean yelled, covering her eyes with his large hands. Opal jumped at the loud outburst, trying to get Dean's hands off her eyes so she wouldn't fall off the porch. "Don't look at what?" Dean looked over at the porch swing that twisted wildly on its chains, evidence of the two lovers' quick getaway. "Don't look now, but the ice cream is melting." he smiled sheepishly. "Look at this," Opal bent over to pick up the machine with the leftover ice cream in it. "the critters have already found it." "Yeah," he replied, looking around the porch for his brother. "Darn critters in your swing trying to eat our ice cream!" Opal turned and gave Dean a confused, but amused look. "I had forgotten how rambunctious young men can be! You and your brother are quite the characters!" "Uh...thanks?" He didn't know whether that was a compliment or not. As he helped Opal take the ice cream machine inside the house, he took one last look around the porch, wondering where Sam and Abby were hiding. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. Sam and Abby had made their quick getaway over the side of the porch which was about a three foot drop. Luckily, Opal's hydrangea bush had broken most of their fall. "You ok, Sam?" Abby whispered, helping him up off the ground. "Yeah, I think so." he laughed. "Thank goodness that big flower bush was here to catch us." "I planted that there myself. Good spot, huh?" she laughed. "Yeah." He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his hard body. She smiled up at him as the moonlight bathed them in soft silvery light. "What do you say we find a nice, private spot to pick up where we left off?" "Sounds good to me." he smiled back. "Somewhere we won't be interrupted for the rest of the night." "I know the perfect place." she smiled a sly smile. "Follow me." Taking her hand, Sam's body ached with anticipation of being alone with her. Being so close to making love to her there on the porch swing just added to the excitement. He looked forward to spending the night pleasuring her and making love to her all night. She led him to the back door of the house where he had been using the wringer washer in the backyard. "Hopefully grandmother hasn't locked this door yet." she whispered as she turned the doorknob. "She usually locks this one last." The door swung open and she winked at him playfully. Pulling him through the door, they tiptoed up the old wooden stairs past Sam and Dean's room. Sam glanced over at the door to see if Dean was in there. The door was shut, and he could see a small sliver of light on the floor. He knew Dean was in there, probably looking at his dirty magazine. She led him to the very end of the long hall, on the backside of the second story. "This is my room." she whispered, slowly opening the door. "Nobody will hear us because your brother's and my grandmother's rooms are so far away." The thoughts of complete privacy made Sam's cock begin to get hard again. She led him into the dark room, her seductive green eyes full of desire. "Alone at last." Sam growled, taking her in his arms, kissing her passionately. Abby sighed as she surrendered to his kisses. She just couldn't get enough of him. She found him so sexy and mysterious from the moment she laid eyes on him. Locking eyes with her, and in one quick move, he scooped her up into his strong arms. She was so surprised, she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. She loved the sudden exhilaration of being slightly overpowered. "I won't let you fall." he said softly. With one foot he closed the door to the room, turning the small key that was in the lock. "Now we won't be disturbed." he smiled a sexy smile that made her melt. She could feel herself becoming very wet. It was such a turn on that behind closed doors Sam was coming out of his shell, and his true passions were revealed. When they first met, he was a shy, quiet guy that blushed a lot. He carried her over to the bed and slowly lowered her down onto the soft blanket. He hesitated for several seconds, their faces only inches apart. "What?" Abby laughed, searching his deep hazel eyes. His eyes softened as he looked at how sexy she was with her dark hair spilling over the pillow. Her dark emerald eyes sparkled against the moonlight, and her body begged him to take her. For an instant he experienced a moment of deja vu. Supernatural: Hot and Bothered Ch. 02 "I'm just remembering how beautiful you look at this exact moment." he whispered, stroking her cheek with his hand. His cock began to get harder and harder just by the sight of her lying there. "Oh, Sam." Abby closed her eyes, moving so he could cup her face in his hand. Her whole body ached for him to touch her. "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you." Sam whispered huskily in her ear. "Making love to you is all I've thought about since I got here!" Chills ran up and down her spine. "I'm so wet for you." Abby took one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking it. "I want you inside me now!" He slowly lowered himself onto her, sliding one of his legs between hers, separating them. She could feel how rock hard his cock was getting. She let out a small sigh as he took her open lips in his, hungrily kissing them. She ran her hands down his broad back, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it up his back. Sensing what she was trying to do, he rose on his knees and pulled the shirt over his head. His strong chest and ab muscles strained under the movement and Abby loved the sight of his naked chest there in the moonlight. Throwing the shirt onto the floor, he lowered himself slowly back onto her. The feeling of his rock hard cock slightly touching her made her control slip. She instinctively arched her back to make the contact closer. He slowly reached under her tank top, unhooking her bra. Abby let out a moan as he cupped both breasts and began flicking her nipples with his tongue. Wrapping an arm around her waist and behind her back, he raised her up onto her knees with him. Sitting face to face, Abby looked deep into Sam's eyes and saw pure desire. She smiled wickedly at him as he pulled her tank top and bra over her head and threw them onto the floor. For several seconds he took in the sight of her full breasts. He ran his long fingers down the side of each breast, seeing how her nipples were getting hard. Running her hands down his broad chest, she took his lips in an intense kiss while unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. She could see where his erection was straining against the denim. He ran his hands down her small back and reached inside her shorts to squeeze her ass. Sam sat up straighter on his knees so she could pull his jeans and boxer shorts off his hips. Abby looked down to see his full erect cock pulsing with desire. "Oh my! You are a big boy!" She had fantasized about how big he was, and she was not disappointed! "You make me that way baby, day and night!" Sam growled, playfully pushing her down on the blanket and stripping off her shorts and panties in one swift move. He then finished pulling off his jeans and boxers. Rolling her onto her back, he hovered over her naked body, his own rock hard with desire. She looked up at him, her green eyes dark with desire. As he lowered himself onto her, she took his handsome face in both her hands and smiled. "Enough foreplay!" he thought to himself. Softly kissing her lips, he put both muscled legs in between hers, easily opening them. She raised her hips slightly until she could feel the tip of his cock graze her wet opening. "Oh Sam." she whispered, shocks of desire running through her body. "I want you now!" Just by hearing those words, a wave of desire swept through his body. He wanted her so bad, but he also wanted to take his time and let the experience of making love to Abby last forever. Lowering his head, he showered her face and neck with kisses. He took in the taste of her neck and ear, finally settling in between her breasts. Abby raised her hips again, wanting to feel his waiting cock poised above her. He could feel her small hands against his back pulling him closer, begging him to ravage her. Reaching down, he slipped two fingers inside her, feeling the heat of her desire. Abby jumped slightly, but moved closer so he could touch her more. "I'm ready!" she whispered. Needing no more time to go by, Sam completely lowered himself between her legs. Abby opened her legs wider as Sam slowly penetrated her. As he slid inside her hot, silky body, he almost lost all control. She was so wet and tight, he wanted to thrust inside her so hard, but he wanted to take his time. "Sammm!" Abby moaned, arching her back with every thrust of his hips. Her small hands kneaded his back and shoulders. "Give it to me baby!" As he thrusted a little deeper, he looked into her green eyes. The look of both pleasure and pain were present there. Reaching out, he put a gentle hand on her forehead, running his hand through her dark hair. Abby reached up to clasp both his hands in hers, pinning her arms and hands above her head. Sam couldn't stand it any longer. The climax he was feeling was growing in his loins. When he felt her long, slender legs wrap around his hips, he lost all control. He lowered his mouth to hers, parting her lips with his tongue as he thrusted deeply into her. She returned the sensual kiss, their tongues darting and touching as her climax pushed her over the edge. He also climaxed inside of her, the sweet sensation of complete release. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, yessss!" Abby screamed, biting down on her lower lip. "She's definitely a screamer!" Sam thought to himself, pleased he had made her come. Their lovemaking was everything he'd imagined it to be and more. As she lay there in his arms breathless and exhausted, he pulled her closer to his relaxed body. Abby snuggled closer to him, their bodies so close they almost melted together. "I love you, Abby." He whispered in the dark, wrapping both arms around her. "I love you too, Sam." She turned to look up at him. "I always have." Those words made Sam's heart race, and he began kissing her passionately as they slid under the blanket to make love again. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. The next morning Sam awoke with Abby in his arms. He smiled when he looked down to see her lying on his chest, her angelic face in deep slumber. He stroked her dark hair as thoughts of their intense lovemaking came rushing back. His cock began to get hard as he remembered how much pleasure they had experienced together. "I wonder what she meant when she said she's always loved me?" he asked himself as he caressed her naked shoulder. "We just met yesterday." "Mmmmm?" Abby stirred against his chest. "Is it morning already?" "Yes, beautiful." He leaned down to kiss her lips. "Did you sleep ok?" "I slept great!" she smiled a sleepy smile, running a hand over his erect cock under the blanket. "Did you sleep ok, sexy?" "The best in years!" he replied, playfully pulling the blanket off her breasts and nuzzling them with his mouth. She let out a sharp cry, jumping out of bed. Abby stood over at the small window, the bright morning sun illuminating every naked curve. Sam's mouth watered at the sight of her. "Where are you going?" He got out of bed and stood behind her at the window. "Come back to bed." "We can't spend all day in bed, Sam!" she giggled, leaning back into his embrace. "Why not? I'll make it worth your while." he breathed heavily in her ear. "I'm still sore from last night!" She gave his arm a slap. "Besides, I have something to show you." "Whatever you've got I definitely want to see." He nibbled on her ear. She stepped over to the side of the bed and picked up his t-shirt from the night before. He intently watched her as she pulled his shirt over her full breasts and down her slender body. Picking up her panties, she gingerly slid them on and over her hips. "Hey." He leaned over to pick up his boxers and jeans from the floor. "What did you mean last night when you said that you've always loved me? We just met yesterday." "That's part of what I want to show you." she replied, taking a fresh pair of shorts from her dresser. "C'mon and get dressed, and I'll explain everything." Puzzled, he just shook his head and slid his boxer shorts on. "She sure looks good wearing my shirt." he thought to himself as he pulled his jeans on. After they had gotten dressed, Abby turned the small key in the door and peeked into the hallway. Nothing stirred in the bright morning sunlight that streamed from the windows. "I wonder if Dean and grandmother are up yet?" she whispered as they walked hand in hand down the hall. "Knowing Dean, he's still asleep in a pool of drool." Sam laughed, picturing Dean sprawled out on the bed with his mouth open, drooling, dirty magazine open on top of his cock. Abby laughed. "That's a terrible image to see first thing in the morning." "Tell me about it! Dean may try to act like Mr. Cool, but he is not a morning person!" Sam replied as they passed the closed door where Dean was sleeping. When they passed by her grandmother's door, Abby paused at the door and listened. "She's still in there. She always leaves her door open when she's not in her room. C'mon, we don't have much time before they get up." To Sam's surprise, Abby led him up the steps to the attic. "Back to the scene of the crime." He thought to himself as she retrieved the hidden key behind a loose floorboard. "What I have to show you is in here." She gave him a reassuring smile as she pushed the door to the attic open. He followed her into the attic in silence. He was surprised anything in the attic had to do with him. Abby moved around the attic like she was on a mission. Sam's mouth fell open when she went over to the exact corner where he had attempted to uncover the square figure. "This is what I meant last night." she said, her hand on the dusty drop cloth. When she pulled the dusty cloth from the form, Sam stood there in utter shock. There before him was a portrait of him! The likeness was unmistakable. "What?" He moved closer to examine the oil painting. "How did you paint this of me? We just met yesterday!" He could tell a lot of work and time had went into the portrait because of the detail. Abby seemed amused by the shocked expression on his face. "Look at the date in the corner under my signature." He quickly looked at the bottom right hand corner of the painting. "This was done over ten years ago?" He looked up at her, confused. "Yes, sweetie." she took his hands in hers. "I tried to tell you that I have psychic abilities. I painted this when I was seventeen. I have several paintings of you." Sam just stood there in disbelief. Several seconds passed as he processed the fact that she knew he was coming here, and that they would be together. Turning to look at the painting again, he squinted his eyes to look at the date and signature again. "Hey, what does the V stand for in Abigail V. Montgomery?' "My middle name is Vivian. My relatives call me Viv for short." she said proudly. Sam's mind reeled. "Vivian? Viv from my dream!" he thought to himself, feeling his head spinning. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. "Sam! Sam, talk to me!" Dean yelled frantically. Sam could hear the sound of Dean's voice far in the distance. Was he dreaming? Did he fall and bump his head? Was he dead? As he stirred there on the dusty attic floor, Dean's voice got closer and louder. "C'mon baby brother! Wake up dammit!" Sam's eyes finally focused to see Abby, Dean, and Opal standing over him. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the side of his face. "Snap out of it!" Dean was slapping him across the face. "Ugh." Sam sat up, rubbing the side of his face, then his head. Both throbbed violently. "What happened?" Abby was immediately at Sam's side, helping him sit up. "When you fainted, I ran and got Dean. I was so scared! You just fell over like a ton of bricks!" "I fainted?" Sam rubbed his eyes in pain. "Yeah, when I showed you the painting, your eyes rolled back in your head and you dropped!" Abby said, lovingly moving some strands of hair from his eyes. "These paintings are dead ringers for you Sam!" Dean replied, looking through several more paintings that were stacked behind the one Sam had seen. Dean's expression changed from shock to amazement the more he looked through the stack. "Abby has been painting since she was very young." Opal put her arm around her granddaughter's shoulders. "When she turned sixteen, she started spending a lot of time up here in the attic." "This was my sanctuary." Abby said with a smile. "I started to wonder why she spent so much time up here in this dirty old attic." Opal continued. "So one day while she was at school, I came up here and saw the paintings of a handsome young man she had been working on." "When grandmother asked me who that was in my paintings, I told her that was the man that I love." she smiled at Sam, making his heart swell. "He was going to come for me one day, and we would be so happy together." "I just chalked it up to a fantasy." Opal replied, looking at the paintings. "But when she started painting things that happened to people in town before they happened, I took notice." "Some people around town overheard grandmother talking about my ability to paint the future." Abby explained. "So someone broke into our house one night looking for the paintings." "That's why I keep the attic locked at all times." Opal looked right at Dean. "The story about the magic paintings have been circulating in the paper and on people's lips around here for years." "I don't know what to say Abby." Sam said, trying to stand up. "Sam, I didn't want to show you the paintings until I knew how you really felt about me." Abby slid her arm under one of his arms, with Dean on the other side. "I didn't want you to feel obligated to feel something for me just because I painted you." "What I said last night I meant it." Sam held her face in his hands. "I love you with all my heart." Abby could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "I love you too!" Opal wiped several tears away and laughed. "I almost fainted when I saw Sam standing there on our doorstep yesterday. It took all my willpower not to show him the paintings myself. But I knew you two would work things out on your own time." "Hey Abby." Dean said, looking more closely at the painting. "Your middle name isn't Viv, is it?" "Yes, it is." Abby replied. "How did you know?" "Well Sam," Dean said with a cocky smile. "I told you so. It looks like some dreams do come true!" "What is he talking about?" Abby looked up at Sam. "I'll explain it all to you later." Sam kissed her on the forehead. "Since we are one big happy family now." Opal smiled a huge smile. "Why don't we all get dressed and have a big breakfast to celebrate?" "Sounds good to me!" Dean replied, rubbing his stomach. "After all this excitement, I could eat!" "I'll help you grandmother." Abby replied, standing on tiptoe to kiss Sam. "See you both downstairs." "Ok." Sam smiled. "We'll be right down." When Abby and Opal disappeared downstairs, Dean put his arm around Sam's shoulders. "You know Sam, I'm really happy that you've found someone you love, and she loves you back. Abby is really good for you, and you two will have a bright future." Sam was shocked at how sincere Dean was being. "So what's the punch line? C'mon, I know you've got one in there somewhere!" "No punch line! Can't I say something nice about my brother and future sister, the mother of my nieces and nephews? Damn!" "Now let's not get ahead of ourselves, Dean." Sam said quickly. "Who knows." Dean laughed. "Maybe there's still hope for me." "She would have to be one hell of a woman to tame you, Dean." "Maybe Abby has a hot cousin or neighbor around here." he winked. "I'll ask her for you later." Sam shook his head with a smile. "Oh, and by the way, where did this mushy, chick flick moment come from all the sudden?" "I guess it's because I've been hanging out with women too long here at this house...including you!" Dean teased, hitting him in the shoulder with his fist. "C'mon, let's go see if breakfast is ready!" "Jerk!" Sam retorted, following him down the steps. "Oh hey, I was gonna ask you. What did you see in those other paintings behind the one I saw?" "Bitch!" Dean laughed. "I'll never tell! You'll find out for yourself soon enough!" "C'mon, tell me!" Sam pleaded. The suspense was killing him. "And ruin all the surprises? No way!" Dean winked. Sam's mind raced as they entered the kitchen to sit down to breakfast. He wondered what Dean had actually seen in those other paintings.