Dean was back in our room and Gloria was out. This cruddy motel only had one bed to a room, and the bathrooms were barely useable. The first time I lifted the covers for trhe bed, I found a few bugs. Fabulous.
But I had to see past that now. I had to hang on until Sammy was decided upon. Gloria did this for me, so it was the least I could do for her. We sort of made a pact, if you could call it that.
Ugh. I dreaded this. Gloria probably felt the same way.
I had purchased a big wiskey bottle that Sam and I split. Well, mostly Sam drank, and I pretended to. Dean couldn't join in--I didn't even tell him about the whiskey, and by the time I got back, he was asleep, or at least pretending to.
It was hard to get Sammy to drink and let himself go into a nice stupor, but finally he was now chilling on the bed, lying on his back with his head resting upon his folded arms.
I quickly changed into the bathroom into a skimpy lingerie set made of black lace and crammed my feet into torturously high heels. I put on a big elegant necklace made of diamonds and pearls and spritzed myself with some lovely scented perfume, though on me I didn't think it smelled right. It was a girly perfume, and when I smelled it, images of flowers and frills popped in my head, and that definitely wasn't me (in spite of previous efforts to make it so). I was more... I don't know, ordinary. No flowers or frills, just scuffed, muddy boots and black denim.
But that didnt matter. I had to do whatever I needed to pull this off.
I saunterd out of the horribly smelling, cramped bathroom and strutted directly into the line of Sam's vision. I tugged my lips into a smile, and his eyes widened as he sat up a little. "Whoa, Beck," He slurred, his eyes heavy-lidded from his alcohol-induced fog. "Um...what's that for?"
"For you," I giggled playfully, crawling onto the bed and rested myself on his hips, stradling him. I felt his pants tighten beneath me and tried to hide the sick feeling I had swelling in my gut. "I'm doing this for you."
I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his, resisting the urge to crinkle my nose as his breath quickened, flooding my nose with the reek of wiskey as he whispered my name. "Rebecca..."
I brushed my lips against his, teasingly gliding my tongue over his mouth. "Don't you want me?"
He started to lean forward into my kiss, then abruptly turned away, screwing his eyes shut and blinking hard a couple times. He turned his head back toward me, his eyes reddened but unmistakingly sobered. "Rebecca, we can't do this."
I pouted. "Why not?"
He swallowed, furrowing his brow. "This isn't right. You know why."
My smile broadening more genuinely, I pushed myself off him and threw on some normal clothes on top of the lacy undies.
"Um...Rebecca, what's this all about?" Sam muttered haorsely, his words clearer but still sloppy.
I waved a hand dismissively. "Forget about it. You passed."