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“Man, that was really something,” Sam said to his brother as he stowed away the weapons and such back into the trunk of the Impala. “I don't think we've ever had to deal with an entire family of poltergeists before.”
“True,” Dean replied, brushing dirt out of his hair and off his jeans. “I'm just glad they were all buried in that little cemetery back there, this would've been an even bigger pain in the ass had they been buried all around town.”
“Yeah, that is something I guess.” Sam closed the trunk and headed to the passenger door. “It still feels wrong doing this when the sun is out.”
“I hear you little brother, but for once we were actually asked to come here by the homeowner, and since the cemetery is on their property, and they provided the backhoe, I think we're good.”
“I know, it's just weird is all.” Sam folded himself up into the passenger side of the front seat.
“How about after we go back to the motel and get cleaned up, we go over to that pub O'Connell's...I heard they have really good food?” Dean asked as he slid into the driver's seat and started his baby up. The rumble and purr of her engine was soothing to him in a way he couldn't even begin to describe.
“Sounds way better than that taco joint we went to yesterday. God, that place was...well awful would have been an improvement on that place.” Sam chuckled as he thought back to the hole in the wall that Dean had picked the day before. Sam was still amazed that his brother hadn't gotten sick after eating that stuff. Dean turned the car around, putting the farmhouse in their rear-view and pointed the Impala towards the motel and a much-needed shower.
About two hours later, the two brothers slid into a booth in the tavern a few blocks from the motel they were currently staying. The pub was about half full, mostly with college students, but there were a couple of families as well. A few minutes later, they placed their order with the waitress. As they waited for their food, Dean surveyed the place. It was small, but cozy, didn't feel cramped. The walls were covered with trophies for the local college team in every sport one could think of, and even a couple Dean had never heard of. What the hell is curling? Dean also noted that the local fauna was quite nice, from your perky sorority sister, to your naughty librarian types; available in all colors from those nature provided (blonde, brunette, redhead) to a couple that added to the spectrum. There was a punk rocker with a purple and green mohawk, and one of the sorority sisters with hair that went from hot pink to lilac to sky blue as you traveled down her long tresses. When Dean's gaze traveled back up to the bubble gum colored area, he noticed that she was looking at him as well. He smiled at her and she returned the smile and blew a kiss in his direction. Dean made to catch the kiss and winked at her in return.
“Dude! Really? You think we could eat first?” Sam said as he lightly kicked his brother under the booth.
“What? I'm just looking at the dessert menu.” Dean said, never taking his eyes off the woman across the room.
Sam just shook his head and chuckled. His brother's ability to hook up with random women never ceased to amaze him. Dean continued to flirt with the woman even through the meal. As soon as he had taken the last bite of his cheeseburger, Dean pulled his wallet and keys out of his jeans pocket. He placed enough cash on the table to cover the check and a generous tip for the waitress and handed the keys to Sam. “Here, don't wait up for me.” Dean smiled at his little brother as he slid out of the booth. Sam stuffed the keys in his pocket and finished eating. Sam was now confronted with an entire night off; nothing to hunt, no one needed to be saved. He and his brother had either been actively hunting or on the road to the next target for nearly a month now without a night off. Sam wasn't counting the night spent hustling pool for money as a night off, although Dean might have counted it. He seemed to have way more fun at it than Sam did. Sam slid out of the booth and headed outside. He wasn't interested in drinking, or in having some random fling like his brother. Not this soon after losing Jess. Sam thought about going to the movie theater, but there wasn't anything he really wanted to see. As he made his way to the Impala, Sam noticed the car parked in front of the pub on the street. The hood was up and there was smoke billowing out from the engine. Sam walked to the front of the silver Toyota Corolla. When the smoke cleared from his vision, Sam could see a young woman standing in front of the car. She had her face buried in her hands and it looked like she was crying.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked as he approached the woman. “Are you hurt?” The woman shook her head, wiped her hands down her face and looked up at him. Sam was dazzled by the emerald green eyes that met his. They sparkled with the tears that were still threatening to fall. “Uh, my name's Sam...is there something I can do to help?”
“No, nothing is hurt,” she replied. Her voice was lilting, with a slight accent that Sam couldn't quite place. Sam thought it was as enchanting as the rest of her. Sam looked over at the car to keep himself from staring at her like some smitten schoolboy. Sam noticed that actual flames had begun to lick out of the engine block.
“I'll be right back,” he assured her, then ran back into the restaurant, grabbed the fire extinguisher, and upon returning, smothered the flames with a blanket of foam. Sam handed the canister over to a dazed waiter that had followed him out of the restaurant and returned to the woman. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Oh my gosh, uh...”
“Sam.”
“You've already done so much. I dinna kin I could ask you to do more.”
“Nonsense, I offered. Do you need a ride or is there someone you need to call about this?” Sam motioned to the smoldering car.
“No, I can take care of this tomorrow, and I can just take a taxi to get home. I don't want to trouble you, it is a fair way from here.”
“I can take you home. I have a car in the parking lot behind the pub; it is no trouble at all.”
“You're sure I'm not putting you out?”
“I'm sure. In fact, I insist. Now, do you need to get anything out of your car?”
“Yes, I do.” She walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and lifted out a large box.
“Here, let me.” Sam said as he reached to take the box from her. His fingers brushed hers and sparks jumped between their hands. Unlike the usual stinging when hit with static electricity, these sparks felt good to Sam. Pleasure tingled up his arms. “The car is just back here behind the pub.” Sam led the way, making sure to keep a leisurely pace so she wouldn't have to jog to keep up with him. “I'm sorry, I never got your name.”
“Aye, tis me own fault, I should have given it by now. I am Struana Sitheach.”
“Pleasure to meet you. That's a very unusual name, where does it originate?”
“It is a family name, 'tis Gaelic, from Scotland.” That was the accent Sam couldn't place.
“Well, it is a beautiful name.”
“Thank you. Wow, this is your car?”
“Actually it's my brother's car, but he left it with me for the night.” After putting the box in the back seat, Sam opened the passenger door for her. As she got in the car, her hand brushed against his again, and Sam once again noticed the pleasant tingles traveling up his arm. It made him want to touch her more, but he just smiled at her, shut the door once she was seated and walked around to the driver's side and got in. When he started the car up, he immediately had to turn down the blaring rock music coming from the stereo. “Sorry, brother's music too.” Sam grinned at her sheepishly.
“Tis okay, it seems to fit the car as well.” She smiled back at him and Sam was once again dazzled by her emerald eyes.
“So, um, where to?”
“Um, head east to highway 77, and take it south."
"Okay," Sam said as he pulled out onto the road. "You may have to give me a bit of warning on where to turn. I'm not from around here."
"No problem, there are people who have lived their whole lives in this area that would have to be shown the turns too. I kind of live off the beaten path, so to speak. So, what brings you to Oklahoma?"
"Business; my brother and I do sort of freelance work all over the country."
"That sounds nice. Getting to travel and such. I haven't left this state since I came here as a child."
"Did you come here from Scotland?"
"Aye, my parents died when I was a wee bairn. I was taken in by the church until a lovely couple on holiday from America adopted me when I was four. They brought me here and here I have been ever since. This up here is Cemetery Road. You'll want to take it east.
"Okay," Sam flipped his turn signal on and took the turn. Since the sun was starting to set, he turned his headlights on as well. The next street was well marked, but the one after that, past the entrance to the Slaughterville Cemetery, Sam would have missed if Struanna hadn't pointed it out for him. After about fifty yards the road went from asphalt to gravel and Sam was forced to slow down to avoid some of the nastier potholes. It was a heavily wooded area and soon the road was fully enclosed to where the sky could not be seen through the trees. What little shoulder there had been before had disappeared, so that the road was even more claustrophobic. She had him stop on the road in front of a wooden gate between two trees. If there was a driveway behind that gate, Sam couldn't tell it as it appeared even more overgrown than the road he was on. "This is it?" Sam asked.
"Yes, my house is behind there, but I wouldn't want you to try to drive this beautiful car down it. I'd be afraid it might get scratched. It's so much bigger than my wee little car." Sam put the car in park and turned the engine off. Sam got out of the car, retrieving the her box of supplies from the back seat behind her. He turned to let her out of her car, but she had already done so herself and was standing in front of him. When Sam handed the box over to her, their fingers brushed against one another once again. This time, not only were there tingly sparks, but they were followed by a wave of pleasure that went through Sam's entire body. He gasped to keep from moaning aloud.
She walked over to the gates, set the box on the ground next to it and then walked back to Sam. "I'd like to thank ye, Sam...for everything you've done for me." She took his hands in her own and another wave of pleasure flowed through Sam.
Sam, staring at their joined hands, dumbfounded by what her mere touch was doing to him, barely stammered out, "You're welcome." before she ran her hands up his chest, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled his face down closer to hers. When her fingers encircled the back of his neck, a small moan escaped from his lips; only to be captured as her lips pressed against his. With that added contact, stars exploded in front of Sam's eyes and he fell to his knees before her. Seemingly of their own volition, Sam's arms reached around her tiny waist and pulled her against his chest.
She pulled away from his lips for a brief second and even that small loss of contact hurt Sam like a punch to the gut. Without a thought, clothes began disappearing from both their bodies...Sam's jacket, her blouse, Sam's shirt, her bra. Her milky white skin seemed to glow like the moonlight and Sam wanted nothing more than to touch every bit of her. The more skin to skin contact there was, the more intense the waves of pleasure were throughout Sam's body, like one orgasm after another. The waves began overlapping; the ecstasy began to overwhelm. Sam heard screaming, but did not realize it was coming from his own throat. The waves drug him under, the moonlight consumed him, and then all Sam knew was darkness.