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Thread: Day Off at the Resort (Lady2USEhumiliatedCUMtarget X Darkcrown)

Andrew was thoroughly enjoying his birthday today. He and his other irresponsible friends had mostly spent the day drinking and eating during the job. Andrew was normally in charge of managing and maintaining the pool and water park area. Someone is charge of managing the lockers, someone is in charge of managing the water tubes people use, someone is in charge of making sure that food and drinks don't end up in the water too long and different people were in charge of more stuff in that area and Andrew was in charge of managing those people. However, today he wasn't really going to pay attention to any of that. He and some friends were drinking, eating, goofing around and checking out different women. The one woman he had his eyes on more than others were Sara. She normally worked at a nearby sushi restaurant but today he was having fun watching her out of her work clothes and in a two piece outfit. At the beginning, he put a little effort in pretending that he wasn't overly noticing her but a half dozen drinks later, he put no effort in staring and not even bothering to look away when she noticed him. Eventually, his friends told him that he was to receive another birthday treat. All he had to do was stand at the bottom of the slide with his pants off. When Sara fell down the slide, he could not believe his eyes. As he heard his friend tell him to enjoy his present, he could feel his penis getting harder as his heart rate increased. His smile almost outgrew his face as her body rushed over to him in slow motion, her body being slowed down by the water. By the time her wet body was pressed against his, he was rock hard, there was no way she could not notice when the hand protecting her vagina bounced against his dick. Of course , of course he said when she asked for her bikini back. He then cupped her chin with his index finger from his right hand, then whispered as he looked her in the eye, first I want a few kisses . He moved his left hand around her waist pushing her closer to him and pushed her firmly against him. His left hand the moved up to her hair, gently pulling it down which forced her chin up to him. He moved as though he was kiss her on the lips, his forehead pressed against hers and remained there for a few moments. However instead of kissing her on the lips, he then moved to her neck. His kisses started out soft and gentle, his fingers going through her hair but then both hands moved down to her ass. Soon he began alternating between biting and licking her neck as well as groaning loudly. He was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't even notice his friends coming down the slide behind Sara or the emerging crowd of people watching the two, nor the fact that after a few moments later, his pelvis began unconsciously began pushing against her as his hands continued to grab her ass and push her body against him.
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Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

No one really knew really anymore when it started, or when things changed. But for as long as the history books could remember, there had always been writing on humans hands. A connection, a link to the one person in the world that will understand you, and accept you. The missing half of the soul, a bond that would stand the test of anything the world through at it. A soul mate. Writings that appeared, written in scrawly, loopy, beautiful letters....whatever your mate wrote like, the words showed. A writing, a connection to what they liked. Sometimes, it was just something innocent, in children, pictures. As people grew, the lists became less innocent, less sure. And more hidden. A secret to keep to themselves, not to try and find if you didnt want to. In Dean winchesters case, it had gone from innocent drawings and lists, to blood soaked hands and powder burns. To seeing slender pale scars starting to decorate knuckles, or see the edge of scars from a bracelet digging in, a bracelet that didnt belong to him, but left small scars all the same. Years of innocence gone in a wash of a blood and the roar of the impala. Which was fine. Hed learned to live with one night stands, and hunting, to the job. Turning his whole live over to making sure that most of the populace got to go on in peaceful ignorance. Except the writing that was smudged and worn showing up on his palm across the hell hound bit, a disturbingly familiar number. 785-555-0128, followed by DW, call if not erased, send to.... As if whoever was at the other end, excepted someone besides her to call, and was trusting that her soul mate, might call, might get in touch with the hunter, whod end things. Except the last bit was a jumbled tangle of letters, not able to see where he was supposed to go, only that she was in trouble.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Dean had not always been hard and cynical and against the idea of a soul mate. when he was a child, living under the wrath and control of John Winchester the person on the other side of the line had often been the only comfort he had. before he could truly read or write, he drew small faces or animals to communicate. when you where younger the messages went faster, minutes instead of hours. as he got older the messages took longer and longer to arrive as people started to second guess themselves and bow under the weight of society and none had bowed, or rather broken under that weight more than Dean had. John Winchester had broken him and rebuilt him and the hunting had taken over everything until it was all he Knew and all he could do. He was broken and because of that, after the age of sixteen, he never wrote on his hand again and while he noticed the notes and the lists and the information and the drawings she sent him, and he did know it was a she, he ignored them as best as he could and over time ignoring them got easier and pretending he wasn't hurting inside got easier and ignoring the aching, howling void inside of himself, got so easy he had almost forgotten it was there. when John had died, he had thought about telling her, but decided it would be easier to just pretend she had never existed. she probobly thought he was a mass murderer anyway what with all the blood he always had on his hands. Sam never asked abut why Dean never wrote on his hands. Den was glad for that, he supposed Sam just assumed Dean didn't do it where other people could see. as children aged into adults it became more and more like a private thing until most adults did it behind closed doors so no one else could see. it was an intimate thing, really. sharing yourself with someone else so openly. Dean knew that Sam only wrote things when he had enough privacy. he was thus, very surprised when his own number appeared on his hand, over what had once been a scar where a hellhound had gotten hold of his hand. Cas had healed the surface scars, but hadn't been able to heal the ropey scars underneath his skin. not that he cared, it helped him remember not to be so stupid, but now there was a plea for help on his hand from his soul mate. Fuck... he mumbled. SAM!!!! he yelled, writing down the jumble of letters before they started to fade. SAM GET UP!
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Sam was dozing in the passenger seat, the last few weeks of watching the war coming to earth, and dealing with the hallucinations of seeing Lucifer, of being tortured by his own mind even when he was out of the pit, was taking a toll on the youngest winchester. He looked ragged, and never could get quite enough sleep. And for once, he was glad that dean didnt usually allow him to drive, since it meant he could get some sleep. Startling so badly as dean yelled his knees cracked off the dash, jerking awake as he looked for a weapon, or what dean was doing. Dean?Sam blinked stupidly as he paused, realizing dean had stopped the car in the middle of the road, and thank god they were on backroads, otherwise that would have been messy, frowning as he watched dean scribble letters down, that while could be countless names or something, he wasnt sure what he was looking at. Might be a city?Maybe? What is it?he said rubbing a hand over his face. And get out of the road. Youre going to get hit.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Seeing Sam suffer the way he was was almost too much for Den to be honest. more often than not, Sammie was the only reason Dean had a reason to live. was the reason why Dean wasn't insane. why Dean hadn't given up. knowing Sam had died, had been tortured by Lucifer for over a hundred years was almost too much for him to handle, considering he hadn't even lasted thirty. he had spent fourty years in hell and he had given in. Sam had spent a hundred years ain hell and Dean highly doubted that Sammie had given in, bent under the torture, the weight of the pain and suffering. Sam was still a good person and he, he was not. still, this new development... for only a split second, he almost hoped again before he drowned it out and swept it away. shut up and read this. he ordered, shoving his hand into Sam's face even as he examined the jumble of letters intently, struggling to mae any kind of sense. we've been on this road for six hours and i haven't even seen a little old lady. he informed Sam. no one is going to be driving down this road. while Sam struggled to sleep, Dean didn't sleep at all unless he had passed out from drinking. Think you can figure it out? he asked Sam, watching him intently. Sam. this gir asked me to call my own number.... i think she might be a hunter. he admitted, stroking the scar on his wrist. the scar of a bracelet he didn't wear. he had almost asked her, when it had appeared but in the end, he had stayed as silent as always. she must have been desperate to beg him for help after so long of silence. ...should i write something back, do you think? he asked, staring at the writing on his hand which was beginning to vanish. finally, finally he reached into the car, grabbed a sharpie and placed a single, simple dot, right in the middle of the back of his hand. if she had been kidnapped, it would merely look as if he had simply dropped a pen on himself. she would know better though, since the day he turned sixteen not a single drop, dot or spill of ink had ever, ever tuched his skin. she would know. he hoped.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Kay.Sam frowned a little as he stared at the others hand, gripping the others wrist to keep him from moving as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. .....Ive been asleep that long?He muttered absently, still sounding tired despite that before nodding, yea I think. Hold on.Sam said letting the other go for a moment to grab a pen and try to write the word again, before pausing, looking up at him. ...What?really?Sam said studying his brother for a moment, before looking at the phone number again. Yea, that was deans number, but it amazed him dean had even mentioned her. He couldnt remember the last time Dean had talked about the girl at the other end. Yea. Maybe. If shes looking for someone to call you, she might be comforted knowing youre actually paying attention.sam said before looking at the letters hed written down, frowning slightly, it looked messy, but he thought he had a idea. I think its portland, oregon. She's got all the letters there, just seems she was in a hurry writing it all down.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Dean wanted to twitch and flinch away from the other, he hated the idea of Sam seeing the ink left from a woman he had ignored since he was sixteen. yeah you have, i didn't want to wake you up, you haven't been getting enough sleep. he accused, never caring that he was being a hypocrite, considering he hadn't slept in days. Get in the car. he ordered, sitting down in his chair and slammed the car door shut and as soon as Sam was in place he pulled a U-turn and headed off to Portland Oregon. it wasn't long before they where there and he slid out of the car and looked around, looking for anything out of sight or out of place, checking his hand to make sure nothing else was there. ....lets go. he ordered, heading for the local information hot spot, the coffee shop. if there was any rumors to be had, it would be there.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Thanks Dean. And dont even start, you dont sleep either.Sam grumbled sounding annoyed with his brother because he worried about him. Slumping into the car even as dean pulled it around, slightly amused that the man was this worked up. ....Does this mean youre going to be the senior agent this time, and demanding and annoying?Sam asked as he straightened his tie, having paused long enough to grab the FBI clothes and put on, figuring it couldnt hurt, not if there was another hunter in town, probably easiest way to find her, if she was pretending herself. Stepping into the coffee shop he ordered them both some coffee, sipping his drink as he looked around, before frowning when he saw the dark writing on deans hand appearing, seemed shed graduated from pen, to marker, or maybe she was just that desperate to get help....reaching out he nudged deans hand open so he could read, frowning slightly as he considered what he was seeing. ....Squatch is real, Dean.Sam snorted a little, shaking his head. Well, even if she doesnt know its you, shes figured out she can get messages to you somehow, even if its someone calling.Sam muttered as he looked around, because while it was worrying, it also amused him to know that the girl didnt know she was talkign to dean. Frowning when he heard the gossiping going on, he stood to go get the local newspaper, settling back down as he started to read.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Yes. Dean stated simply as he checked his wallet with the fake badge it make sure it was adjusted properly. he gulped down a coffee, barely waiting long enough to even taste it. hmm? Deanblinked at Sam before looking at his hand. Squach? like Sasquatch? he wondered, looking baffled. you know. she's a smart cookie. he admitted, feeling a bit proud of having such a clever soul mate, even if it could never work out. Anything interesting? he asked Sam, picking up a local school based newspaper and started picking through that. Students tended to report thing sthat Adults wouldn't and you could learn some fantastic rumors that way. he grabbed a sharpie and laid another dot on the back of his hand, someone behind him nudging him so he squiggled all over his hand, making him curse and scowl. well, at least she'd see the 'got your message' message. he had to snicker when he saw things appearing on Sam's hands. bright splashes of paint of all colors. he'd always known Sammie's soul mate was a painter and it always amused him when Sam had bright colors all over his hands.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Sam rolled his eyes a little, vaguely amused dean was this bossy. it was a rare sight some days to see his brother like this. While he was dominate in almost anything he did, dean was a soldier, he followed orders better then he gave them. Though in the past few years as hed adjusted to not having dad around, hes stepped up, found a way to be more in control rather then just following. Hm, yes. Seems like she cant spell, or shes in more trouble then caring to spell.Sam said sounding thoughtful and amused before looking at his brother. Interested in how proud he looked at having a smart girl. She is. If we end up hunting, itll be something we know where to go with.Sam muttered as he read, frowning a little. yea, theres been killings in town. Messy, bloody, and the only thing in common was it was all bigfoot people. People who said theyd seen the beast before.... Sam frowned a little as he snickered. Well, at least thatll get her attention.He teased a little, flushing a little as he saw the bright splashes of paint on his own hands, before sighing. We should check out the motel. If shes not there, her car might....or she might have a room. Might be able to know whos in town. Seems the beast is hunting at night mostly, shes probably sleepign now.Sam said glancing at the hazy rainy looking day.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

No. she can spell. she was writing before i could read and i know she's the same age as me. he admitted. no she's saying something specific with the shorthand here. he admitted. that or she's in trouble and can't afford to waste time sending the messages. he admitted. yeah, that's true. he agreed before scowling. but Sasquatch don't kill. they're peaceful. because he'd already nown they here real. he and John had come across them before. they where solitary, rare and only mildly territorial. they where more likely to run away than to defend themselves and they where extremely shy. if it's really a Sasquatch killing these people, then it's because of something. there's a reason. i know one mother Sasquatch lead a massacre when a bunch of campers found her baby and stuck it in a cage intending to take it to the wildlife shelter. he admitted. that's the only time i have ever heard of a Squatch killing someone. he admitted. no, this is more likely a serial killer, playing on the legend to get away with killing all the Bigfoot folks. he admitted. or it's a vampire or a Werewolf or a Wendigo. he mumbled before smiling at the others hands. You still talk to yours? he asked softly. do they ever ask? about all the blood? he asked before nodding. we'll nap, and go out tonight, head tot he crime scenes, see if we can't find anything. we'll find the local Squatch Hunters too, ask them about what's been happening, see if any of them have gotten any letters or messages of any kind. if they're being targeted specifically, they will surely know something.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Then shes in trouble, like we assumed.Sam sighed because hed sorta hoped she couldnt spell, then it wouldnt be as dire as they thought. But maybe she was sinking fast. Frowning a little at Deans words. really?He said looking interested because it had been during those years hed been away, and he knew there was plenty of hunts dean hadnt told him about yet. If it is, maybe thats what the problem is. If she went expecting a sasquatch and found something nastier.Sam frowned thinking about it, wondering just what they were dealing with, before nodding a little. Might. Werewolf might look like a sasquatch if just glimpsed. Might be taking advantage of the legend.He frowned a little as he considered before nodding a little. Sometimes, after bad hunts....and not really. I think...I mean. I told him, Im in the family business, butchering things and hunting, so I dont think theyve wondered just what Ive hunted.He sad shrugging before frowning, looking at the other. Wait. You dont talk to yours?He asked, taking that from the question before nodding a little. Sounds good.Sam said muffling a yawn as he finished off his coffee and headed back towards the car. Afraid of what they were facing before snorting slightly at the sight of the classic mustang in the motel parking lot. Someone shared deans love for gas guzzling beasts. and half wondering if dean would even sleep in face of having a chance to drool over the car
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

i knew that as soon as she contacted me. he admitted. and yes. really. he admitted. i hope not. a lot of hunters aren't equipped to handle things like Wendigo... she could probobly handle werewolves and vampires but if it's something worse then she's probobly screwed. he admitted before nodding. so he... he? he asked, startled before snorting. that explains a few things. he mumbled under his breath. so he thinks you just hunt deer or bear or something? he asked before grimacing and dropped his eyes. i haven't let so much as a drop of ink touch my hands since i was sixteen. he whispered. Dad said it wasn't worth the risk, because i wasn't good enough and never would be, and she'd just die on me... he admitted with a sigh before heading after Sam. this is the first time she's... in years... sometimes she's sent me little doodles... but, i never responded. he admitted before looking at the mustang, twitching as he made a beeline for it. oh god... look. look at it! she's beautiful. he drooled, completely derailed by the sight of the car.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Interesting.And she probably is. If she went out there expecting something, and ended up in a deeper mess.Sam sighed softly, because if she was intelligent as dean thought she was, she probably thought shed been hunting a sasquatch, but probably hadnt meant one before. Had no idea what she was facing yet. And it seemed shed figured out something was wrong, really wrong. Yes, he.Sam said rolling his eyes at the others words, And what things?He said curious before nodding, Something. Work as a butcher, hunter, I never really went into detail, and hes never really asked beyond making sure I wasnt a serial killer or something.Sam said before staring at the other. Dean....Sam sighed softly, pained at the others words, and what john had done to him. How about we try and make sure she doesnt die on you?Well go rescue her now.Sam said gently, worried about him before staring at the other, shaking his head a little. well. At least when she knew she was in trouble, she reached out. Trusted you to at least call Dean Winchester. So how about we go play the heros she thinks we are?He smiled slightly before rolling his eyes at deans obsession, following after him. It is indeed. Are you thinking of trading Baby in now?He teased as he looked around before pausing as he caught sight of the devils trap etched into the chrome of the bumper, much like the one scratched into the chrome of the impala's I think we found our hunter.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

yeah. he agreed before nodding. yes. a few things. like, when you where little and used to paint your toenails, and how you're so damn pick about your appearance, and why i can never get you laid. he teased with a snicker. well. at least he'll have a bit of a warning when you meet him. he admitted with a nod before smiling at his brother. yeah. we can save her. he agreed. it probobly won't work out but i can't just leave her, so, so yeah. he admitted. She did reach out... i'm glad she knew i would help her if she was in trouble even if i never responded to her... i think she knows i do something... bad, because of all the blood. he admitted. she's always so careful to keep her own hands clean i'm pretty sure that i would never have known she was a hunter until now. he admitted. i think that's how she knew to ask me to call, uh, myself. he admitted, amused now. because she knows i'm a hunter. he mumbled before nodding. yeah. time to go save a maiden in distress. he agreed before smiling a little. never. Baby is my baby... but this darling would make a great backup. he admitted before nodding. we definitely found her.... think she'll get pissed if i check her car for documents?
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

....Its not my fault you and dad looked like the bad end of a bar fight. I just preferred looking nice.Sam huffed before grinning. And I get laid. Just not with your bar room dates. I still like girls, you know. Just not....the slutty easy ones.Which was usually what dean tried to set him up with, and he was just so damned picky about everything. Hey, since when does anything we do work out exactly what we planned?At least we know going in were facing something worse then bigfoot.Sam sighed a little, before nodding a little. Probably. I mean, theres only so many things you could be doing that got you this bloody, all the time. Especially if she knew about the life. Makes sense she knew who to ask for help, and figured youd know who DW was.Sam said looking amused at the idea before snorting. Im sure baby is very relieved to know that.He said before shrugging. She might. But considering you showed up, shell probably forgive her. Just hurry, I have no desire to get busted cause were breaking into a feds car.Well aware that most hunters rolled into town pretending to be cops, it was a likely idea that she was pretending to be a agent.