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Tori hated working nights at the front desk of the hotel. It was creepy as hell. Too quiet, but with random sounds without any cause. The lights flickered all the time, too, and she often felt like she was in a horror movie. Whenever she went into the supply room, she sensed she wasn’t alone and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She was convinced the place was haunted, but she tried to reason with herself and tough it out because she needed the job.
Tori was feeling on edge, and she was tempted to put music on, when in walked three very good looking men, all tall, two of them blonde and one with longer dark hair. The youngest one smiled and held up his hand in an awkward almost-wave.
“Hello.” He said, “We’re hoping to stay the night. Do you have a large suite available?”
“I’ll just check the system for you, one moment please.” She said, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see all three men looking around, scrutinizing the lobby while they waited, “Yes, we have one. Number four-fourteen, it’s got two beds and a pullout sofa to sleep on. It’s already got enough blankets and towels for three guests.”
The older blonde held out his hand for the set of keycards, so she gave them to him. He’d used a credit card to pay, and she noticed the name listed was Mr. Steven Tyler. She looked up at the man somewhat suspiciously, but the payment went through, so she wasn’t going to worry about it. So what if he had the same name as a rockstar?
“Uh, before we go up to our room, would you mind telling us if you’ve noticed anything weird around here?” The long haired man said gently.
“Like what?” Tori asked.
“Cold spots, unusual smells, lights flickering…” He said.
“All the time. I think it’s haunted here.” She said with a wry smile.
“You do?” The youngest one asked excitedly.
“Yeah. Did you come here because you like haunted hotels?” She asked.
“Not exactly. Interested in them, more like.” The long haired one said, “Where would you say the worst area is for these experiences?”
“The supply closet at the end of the hall, I avoid going in it.” She said.
“Okay, well, thanks for your time. My name is Sam, by the way.” Sam was the tallest, long haired guy.
“And I’m Jack.” The youngest one said.
“And you must be Steven Tyler…” She said to the third man, who gave a bit of a goofy grin.
“Yep, that’s me.” He said.
Tori giggled, then she replied “Okay. It’s nice meeting you all. I hope you have a good stay and that you can actually sleep despite the haunting.”
They thanked her and left for their suite, which meant she was in creepy solitude once more.
After snooping around several of the hotel floors, Dean, Sam and Jack went into their suite to get some sleep. Well, the brothers did, while Jack sat on the sofa, researching and getting bored. Jack decided to do some more investigating while Sam and Dean slept.
~ ~ ~
Tori was so tired, her eyes were barely staying open as she watched Ghostfacers on her phone, which she held on her lap. The Ghostfacers should come to the hotel. Suddenly, she was startled half to death by a “Hello!” right by her desk. She jumped and dropped her phone on the floor. It was the young guy, Jack, from earlier.
“I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said.
Tori caught her breath, “It’s okay, I was just kind of dozing off. Let me pause this show…” She bent down to retrieve her phone and turn off the episode.
“You’re watching a show about ghosts?” Jack asked.
“Yeah.”
“Ghosts are real.” He informed her.
“I believe they are.” She said.
“Good, because they’re as real as you and I.” Jack said in a pleasant tone.
“I think I saw a ghost once, as a kid.” She said.
Jack nodded, “I’m positive you did. We’re actually here investigating a possible ghost.”
“Like Ghostfacers?!” She asked.
“I don’t know what those are.” He said, frowning in confusion.
“It’s the show I was watching when you scared me,” She laughed, “It’s so fun. Here, look, I’ll show you a clip.”
“Interesting. Do they end up salting and burning the remains to send the spirit away?” Jack said.
“…No…?” Tori responded. This man must be part of a strange, hardcore group of paranormal investigators, doing stuff that could never be shown on TV or the internet.
Tori leaned back in her chair and studied him, “So…You’re here at the hotel because of a ghost. Is Jack your real name?”
“It is. And Sam is called Sam.”
“And…Steven Tyler?” She said, smirking.
“His name is actually Dean. Please don’t tell him I told you.” Jack said.
She giggled, “I won’t.”
After yawning, she added, “What are you doing down here at one in the morning?”
“I don’t—Uh, I can’t sleep most of the time.” He said.
“You’re lucky. This job makes me wish I had that problem, because my problem is that I’m always falling asleep on these night shifts.” She complained.
Jack considered things for several moments, “I could sit here while you go and rest.” He offered.
“That would be against the rules.” Tori said sadly.
“You don’t always need to follow rules, especially when they’re bad for you.” Jack said.
“It’s nice of you to offer, Jack, but I don’t want to get fired.”
“Nobody will know. Just sleep for a few hours.” Jack persisted.
The fatigue pulling at her eyelids and brain made her give up and be persuaded.
“Okay, but don’t touch any of the buttons. There won’t be any more check-ins and people don’t check out until the morning. All you have to do is sit here, literally.”
“I can do that.” Jack said, smiling enthusiastically.
Tori got up and Jack replaced her in the chair. He looked excited to be doing something important.
“Thanks, Jack. I’ll just grab the room next door and sleep for a little while. If you need anything, come get me.” She said, then she took the keycard to room 103 and left Jack at the front desk in favour of sleep.
As soon as Tori locked the room door behind her, she crawled into bed and dozed off in record time.
Tori awoke to a sensation like falling, and as she entered wakefulness, somehow the bed was being pulled across the room. It slammed into the wall, then the mattress was pulled out from beneath her, causing her to fall on the floor. She couldn’t see anything at first, then she saw a shadowy figure like an old hag, coming towards her. Tori got up, screaming, and ran into the bathroom as fast as she could, then there was a whoosh behind her as the entity threw her forward into the glass shower door. She crashed through it, vaguely aware of cuts and gashes on her skin from the broken glass.
Tori heard a loud slamming like the door was kicked in, then as she pulled herself up to her hands and knees in the shower, she saw the old hag in the bathroom with her. The next moment, Jack appeared behind the entity and shouted “No!” He raised his hand towards the hag and the air seemed to distort in golden waves before the hag disintegrated. Jack was still holding his hand out and the irises of his eyes were brightly glowing gold for several moments before going back to his normal appearance and rushing to help her.
“You’re bleeding.” He said, and she looked down at the multitude of slices on her arms and knees, with blood slowly dripping on the shards of glass under her.
Jack lifted Tori to a standing position and coaxed her back into the room, where he sat her on the chair.
“It’s okay, I’m going to heal you.” Jack soothed, then his hand hovered over her arm first, then centred near her heart. “You’re fully healed and the spirit is gone. Everything will be okay now.”
“What…how…” Tori attempted.
“I’m half-human and half-angel. Lucifer is my father—my mother was a very nice human, though.”
“I…I don’t really know what to say to that, but thank you for saving me. I can’t thank you enough.”
“You already thanked me.” He said with a friendly smile, and she laughed.
“Okay.” She chuckled.
“The hotel shouldn’t be haunted anymore.” He said.
“This is unbelievable. Are you sure I’m not dreaming?” She said humorously.
“I’m sure. Would you like to go back to sleep now that it’s safe?” He said.
“I don’t think I’d be able to, after what happened.” She said.
Jack got a determined smirk on his face, then he used his powers to repair the shower and put the bed back to normal.
“Now, come here.” He said, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard.
Tori hesitated, but she approached the bed.
“I’ll be right here to protect you while you sleep.” He said triumphantly about his idea.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to…” She said, but he patted the bed confidently, urging her to join him.
Tori got on top of the covers beside Jack. There was a sound behind her, which made her jump and rush to his side.
“That was the air conditioner.” Jack said, while contentedly putting his arm around her, “There’s nothing supernatural in this hotel anymore. Well, apart from me, I suppose.”
Tori took a deep breath to calm herself down, then she rested her head on Jack’s shoulder.
~ ~ ~
Sam was stretching on his bed and Dean was making coffee when Jack rushed into the suite.
“I got rid of the ghost, but can we stay here a while longer? I’d like to have sex with the receptionist.” Jack said.
Dean and Sam looked at each other.
“Uh…what?” Dean said.
Jack went to repeat himself but Sam interrupted him, “What happened last night, Jack?”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I went down to the front desk and spent time with the receptionist, then she got tired so I said I’d sit at the desk while she slept in a nearby room. Then I heard her scream and when I went in, the ghost was attacking her, so I used my powers to get rid of it and then heal her. Then we rested in the same bed and I wanted to have sex with her but I thought I should wait. I wanted to check with you first.”
Sam and Dean exchanged looks again.
“Um, well…” Sam began.
“Aw. Good for you.” Dean said proudly.
“I don’t know if you should be encouraging Jack to lose his virginity to a woman he’ll probably never see again.” Sam told his brother.
“It’s fine. Besides, it might be a horribly embarrassing experience and then he won’t want to see her again anyway.” Dean said.
Sam sighed.
“Jack, I’m glad you waited and you’re thinking it through. We can stay here for a few more days, if you really want to.” Sam said.
“Okay! Uh, do we have condoms?” Jack said.
“I do.” Dean said.
Sam rolled his eyes slightly; he’d never been one for casual sex, but he supposed it would be okay as long as Jack used protection. The world didn’t need a nephilim having another nephilim, or whatever the offspring would be from a nephilim and a human.
Dean rummaged through his bag and tossed an entire box of condoms at Jack, who caught it, “Those should fit.”
After Sam and Jack stared at him for a few moments, Dean added, “What? He was naked when we found him.” He said to Sam.
“Yeah, but does he need a whole box?” Sam said.
Jack was focused on reading the package, but Sam took it out of his hands and opened it. He handed Jack one condom.
“Oh come on, just one?” Dean said, “An all-powerful being and you’re giving him one. What if he breaks it or something?”
Sam sighed and gave Jack another.
“Two? Jack, what’s your stamina like?” Dean said.
“I don’t know.” Jack answered uncertainly.
Sam looked at Jack, and he was reminded of the fact that Jack was a nephilim, not a regular person. He handed him two more condoms, “Okay, just in case…take these.”
Jack was standing there, smiling, while awkwardly holding the packaged condoms in his cupped hands.
“Wait, do you know how to use them?” Sam said.
“No. The porn I’ve watched didn’t include condoms.” Jack stated, to Sam’s shock. Dean made a “heh” type of sound, smirking amusedly.
“…Okay, uh…” Sam responded uncomfortably.
Dean cued up a video on his phone, then he showed it to Jack while Sam blushed and looked away. Jack observed a man’s hands in the video, stroking his cock to make sure he was fully hard, then he put a condom on. Jack was intrigued, and it seemed like the video ended too soon, he wanted to see more.
“I see. Thank you, Dean. I’ll do that when I get an erection with her.” Jack said, then he looked down, “Actually, I’m hard now.”
Dean and Sam glanced at one another again.
“Oh. You liked that video, huh?” Dean said.
“Yes,” Jack nodded, “Well, I think I’ll go see if the receptionist is around.”
The brothers were kind of relieved when the awkward interaction ended as Jack left the suite. The door closed.
“Really, Dean? You show him an explicit video?” Sam said.
“It was a helpful demonstration. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna demonstrate on him, or myself, and we don’t have any bananas to practice on.” Dean said, “Unless…you wanted to show him…”
“What?! No.” Sam replied indignantly.
Dean knew his brother too well to be fooled; he raised his eyebrows at Sam. “Damn, I did not expect you to lust after our orphan nephilim charge, but it’s understandable. I mean, he’s kinda adorable.”
Sam just stood there blushing.
The next moment, Jack walked back into the suite, “What if I accidentally turn it over and I can’t figure out which way to roll it down?”
“Oh Jesus.” Dean sighed exasperatedly, “Sam will show you. I gotta go get some decent coffee.”
Dean left abruptly, leaving Sam with the curious nephilim. Jack’s blue eyes gazed hopefully at him.
“Uh, listen…Jack…um…” Sam began.
“Dean said you’d show me, and I like that idea. Can we practice before I go see the receptionist?” Jack said eagerly.
“I guess you could, uh, practice putting it on in the bathroom.” Sam suggested.
“But Dean said—”
“Dean was being inappropriate.” Sam told him.
“Would you please show me, Sam?”
Sam couldn’t resist Jack’s imploring tone and his pleading eyes, “…Okay, fine.”
Sam opened one of the foil packages and proceeded to hold the condom on one of his fingers, but the lubricant made it slip as he tried to show how it wouldn’t roll down if it were inside out. When Sam looked at Jack, he froze; the nephilim had his fly open and he was stroking his erection. Sam immediately started to get hard at the sight.
“Jack…” He breathed.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Jack announced.
“Uh, here…” Sam went to give him the condom, but Jack took his wrist and guided it down towards his erection, expecting Sam to put it on for him. “Do you…want me to put it on you?”
“Yes.” Jack said softly.
The nephilim exhaled loudly as Sam grasped his cock with one large hand. Sam first put the condom on upside down and showed Jack how it wouldn’t roll along his erection, then he corrected it and the condom rolled with his hand, gliding down Jack’s length to the base. Jack made a small whimpering sound, which went straight to Sam’s own throbbing erection.
“That felt really good. No one’s ever touched me like this before.” Jack said.
Sam’s resolve was crumbling; he wasn’t sure he could let go and back away, as he was craving giving the nephilim more pleasure.
“Yeah, it…felt good for me, too.” Sam confessed. Jack’s brow furrowed as he searched Sam’s face.
“Do you want to have sex with me?” Jack asked curiously.
“I…actually, I do, but that would be…wrong.” Sam said.
“How would it be wrong if we both want to?” Jack challenged.
“I’m one of your guardians, Jack, that’s not something that should be mixed with a sexual relationship.” Sam said, although his hand was still on Jack’s cock; he didn’t want to pull away.
Jack thrust into Sam’s hand, seeking stimulation while grabbing onto the taller man’s flannel shirt.
“Jack,” Sam breathed, “You’re so sweet, but we should probably stop…”
“I want to keep going, if you do too. It feels amazing.” Jack said, pulling Sam closer by the front of his shirt.
“I want to, I just…” Sam whispered reluctantly.
“Can we take the condom off now? I’d like to feel your hand better.” Jack said.
Sam sighed and gave into the temptation; the nephilim took after Lucifer, he supposed.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Jack. I’ll take the condom off,” and the nephilim complied, “Do you want to feel my hand on you…Or my mouth?”
Sam knelt in front of Jack, ready to serve him in any way he wanted.
“Oh. M-mouth, please.” Jack said with a shiver as Sam gently removed the condom, “I’ve seen it in videos, but I haven’t done it yet.”
Sam felt dirty for giving these firsts to the innocent nephilim, but he rationalized it as Jack exploring sex with someone safe, someone who could help him handle his powers if they got out of hand.
“Ready?” Sam asked quietly, and Jack nodded eagerly.
Sam held Jack’s cock, guiding it towards his mouth while the nephilim watched in lustful anticipation, then he gently licked the tip, which made Jack squirm. Sam thanked his past sexual experiences with guys at college for knowing what to do now. Sam repeatedly ran his tongue over the head of Jack’s cock; Jack’s cheeks flushed pink and his brow furrowed. Sam felt and tasted a little bit of slippery precum, and he used his lips to spread it around. Jack whimpered and tilted his head back, his cute pout parted as he breathed heavier.
Sam put his mouth over the nephilim’s cock and began taking it deeper, then he sucked and bobbed his head while stroking the base of it. He kept his eyes on Jack’s face to watch his reactions; Jack had closed his eyes to concentrate but then he looked down at Sam. He was gorgeous, with his dark blonde hair falling into his face and his eyes shining golden light from the irises. Sam wasn’t intimidated by the nephilim’s grace, he could die pretty happily right now if Jack’s powers accidentally detonated and ended the world.
Jack whined and thrust into Sam’s mouth, wanting him to go faster. He didn’t want to hurt Sam but he was on the verge of sweet release and becoming impatient. Sam gave him faster movements, only briefly pausing to swirl his flattened tongue over the head again, lapping the fluid there.
Sam’s erection was throbbing and straining against his jeans as more of the nephilim’s precum coated his tongue.
“Sam, I’m gonna…” Jack panted urgently in warning.
Sam firmly held Jack’s thighs and bobbed quickly up and down, tightening his lips around Jack’s cock. He was giving Jack the strong message that he wouldn’t pull away, he wanted him to come in his mouth. Jack allowed himself to approach the peak, knowing that Sam wanted him to.
Sam noticed Jack’s hands were gripping the bedding, so he took them and put them in his hair. Jack’s fingers dove into his hair and pulled tightly, which made Sam moan. He heard the sweetest moans from Jack, and felt his cock become even more rigid in his mouth, then Jack cried out as his orgasm hit him.
At that moment, the lights flickered, the faucets turned on full blast and they heard a loud crash and car horns outside.
Sam felt Jack’s cock pulse against his lips, then warm jets of cum slipped over his tongue, down his throat as he swallowed.
~ ~ ~
Dean saw the traffic lights all turn green at the same time, leading to minor accidents at the intersection; he managed to swerve into the hotel parking lot, avoiding damage to Baby. The tray of coffees leaned precariously against his side, but didn’t spill as he stopped the car.
“Well son of a bitch. Sam must’ve fucked Jack…” Dean muttered to himself.
~ ~ ~
Sam gently pulled away and Jack slumped back on the bed, breathless and relieved, only for a few moments before sitting bolt upright again.
“Sorry! I’ll fix things.” Jack blurted, then he closed his eyes to focus; the car horns stopped and the water in the hotel suite turned off.
Sam smirked amusedly, “It’s okay, Jack. You don’t have total control over your powers yet, especially during an orgasm.”
“I hope I didn’t hurt anyone. Um, Sam...is it always that good? Because you were amazing.” Jack said, fixing his boxers and zipping up his jeans.
“Uh, maybe? I’m not sure.” Sam laughed; he wasn’t sure how his oral sex skills might compare to other people.
Sam stood up from the floor just in time for the door to open and for Dean to walk in with a tray of coffees. The door closed and Dean stared at them.
“So…are you done? Whoa, Sammy, you’re still, uh, do you need more time?” Dean said awkwardly, noticing Sam’s bulge in his jeans.
Sam blushed, “I’m good. Let’s have coffee.”
Jack bit his lip as he studied the front of Sam’s jeans; he wanted to return the favour. Sam went into the bathroom to wash his hands, then he returned and Dean handed out the cups of coffee according to their preferences. Jack’s was sweet and milky, his own was black and Sam’s was somewhere between the two.
Dean stared at them with a goofy grin.
“Dean, stop it.” Sam sighed.
“What, I can’t smile at you guys?” Dean teased.
“You’re being an ass.” Sam said.
“I’m happy for you two. Really, I am. It’s also kinda funny that you managed to blow Jack’s mind to the point he caused a pileup outside.”
“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to.” Jack said.
“It’s okay, it wasn’t serious.” Dean said, “So, do you still want to stay here for a while so you can screw the receptionist?”
“Hmm. No, I think I’d like to do more with Sam.” Jack said honestly.
“Jack…” Sam said in shock.
Dean was highly amused. His brother got the nephilim hooked, apparently.
“Do you not want to do anything else with me?” Jack asked Sam.
“I…no, I do, it’s just…like we talked about earlier, I’m your guardian, and…” Sam rambled nervously.
“You both want to, so just go for it.” Dean said impatiently.
“Cas will kill me, Dean.” Sam said.
“Yes.” Dean said, then he laughed, “I’m just kidding, he’ll understand.”
“What if Castiel kills me?” Jack asked, frowning.
“He won’t kill either of you.” Dean assured them, “Come on, let’s get outta here.”
After packing up their bags, the three went to check out but nobody was at the desk, so Jack left a sticky note saying “Tori, sorry if I’m ‘ghosting’ you, but we’re heading out. We’ll be back if there’s another haunting. — Jack”
(To Be Continued...)