AN: This chapter has been complete for like a week, but I have literally not had time to type until today, so I apolgise for the wait. But hey, least I'm here now. Smut warning. Yeah, that happened. Even if you don't wanna read the smut, read the announcement at the end of the story! You'll be glad you did!

Fucking regular Sam was a hell of a lot different from fucking soulless Sam. This Sam, although excited, he was gentle. At least more so than the other one.

To begin, he'd simply pressed his lips against hers, roaming his hand through her hair, giving it occasional and experimental tugs.

Aw, this Sam was precious.

Sure, the kid may have just had his pretty little ass tortured for the past few days, but he was a big boy, he could handle her being a little rough. Meg may have promised to be gentle, but as we all know, demons lie.

Meg leaned harshly until they both fell on the bed, with Meg on top.

Good. Her favourite.

Maintaining the kiss, Meg worked her hand under his shirt. She couldn't resist flicking a nail across what felt like burnt skin. Sam's slightly pained group made her meatsuit just a little more excited, and she giggled.

"This is gonna be so fun, Sammy." She leaned over to kiss him again, then she suddenly felt herself be flipped over, Sam now pinning her down.

"Quit calling me 'Sammy.'"

There was her Winchester. She looked up at him with fake innocence. "Why not, Sammy?"

In a mimic of her previous movement, Sam slid his hand under her shirt, briefly and gently cupping her breasts, and then he moved them below her bra, rolling her nipple in between his fingers.

Arching her back, up into his delicate and teasing touch, she gave a shuddering moan. Oh, his fingers, his hands, mmm, she wanted them everywhere.

Lost in her thoughts, Meg was completely caught off guard when he started sucking and nipping at her neck, and she let out a gasp.

There may not have been life or death stakes this time, but that didn't mean Meg wanted to let him have the reins, or the idea that she was remotely submissive. Uh-uh. She'd been submissive to Crowley enough to deserve watching a Winchester writhe underneath her. Only problem, she was currently stuck at the bottom. Yeah, not exactly her style.

Sam's hands, however, had they own ideas, and they released her breast, and latched onto the belt loops of her pants, and started to pull them down.

She wriggled her hips to help speed up the process, eager to feel his fingers, his dick, whatever the hell he gave her again, inside her. She bit her lip, and closed her eyes, resisting the urge to buck her hips in anticipation once her pants were fully removed.

When something soft and wet entered her instead of a finger, like she'd expected, her eyes flew open with a high and throaty moan. She shot her gaze down to see Sam's head between her legs, and oh, GOD could he use his tongue!

Her legs squirmed and twitched, hot waves of pleasure sparking up and down her spine, and she moaned her heart out in gratitude.

His tongue wriggled inside her in a way no fingers ever could, and when Sam began to hum and moan against her, the vibrations shook Meg's entire body with pure ecstasy.

Just when Meg thought it couldn't get any better, a finger slid in alongside Sam's tongue. The two moved in opposite directions, causing Meg to writhe. It wouldn't be long now until she achieved her release. She could only hope Sam wouldn't try to exorcise her once she reached that point again. Then again, his mouth did seem a little pre-occupied at the moment.

The hums, the irregular jerks and twists inside of her, the hand slowly creeping to cup her ass, all had Meg about to fucking lose it.

One final and particularly low and loud moan sent her over the edge. Her thighs clamped around Sam's head, and he continued to flick his tongue and finger inside her to help her ride out her climax for as long as she could.

For a guy eating her out for absolutely no reason at all, Sam made a damn pretty sight between her legs.

After coming down from that fucking beautiful high, Meg flopped back onto Sam's bed, panting as she waited for the aftershocks of her orgasm to fade.

When she regained to energy to look back down, she saw Sam at the foot of his bed, patiently waiting for her to catch her breath, and then maybe reward him for being so good for her.

It was a fair assumption, and Meg was a fair demon. Far from kind, but fair nonetheless.

But, playing one-hundred percent nice wasn't quite her style.

Without even flinching, Meg sent Sam to the wall, not too hard of course, the boy was recovering after all. She couldn't help but smirk at the obvious fear in his eyes as he tried and failed to squirm out of her invisible grip.

"Calm down." She said as she hopped off the bed, making her way over to him after pulling her underwear back on. "This is your thank you." She gave his long hair a little tug, because it just felt so nice, and then she sank to her knees.

As she started reaching her the waistband of his jeans, she saw his hand begin to move towards her, probably to grab her hair or some touchy human shit like that, but she wasn't up for that. Instead, she held her hand out, plastering his, and the rest of his body back to the wall.

"You had your time." She scolded, carefully dragging his pants and boxers down. "Let me take care of you now." Once his clothes were all the way off, she gave his tip a little kiss, and he was already fairly hard. She delighted in his grunt of frustration, because clearly, he wanted more than a damn kiss.

Desiring more of a reaction, Meg grasped his dick, and gave an agonisingly long and slow lick up his shaft.

She felt his entire body shudder, a high and harsh pant coming from his mouth.

What a damn cutie.

Flashing falsely sweet and innocent eyes, Meg peered up at him. "Does Sammy wanna put his cock in my mouth?"

Gasping and twitching in neediness, Sam gave a frantic nod.

Oh, please. Even Crowley had more manners than that, "C'mon, Sammy, you can do better than that. Say it."

Meg smiled in inward victory when Sam groaned in impatience. "W-wan' my cock in your mouth."

"Good boys ask nicely."

Sam's jaw clamped shut at that. Great, it wasn't just a soulless Sam thing when it came to begging. All Winchester apparently had issues with manners.

"Sammy…" Meg cooed sweetly.

Sam huffed heavily. "J-just fucking suck me off already!"

Patience was another lacking virtue for the Winchesters, so it seemed. What could Meg say? She liked to watch a pretty boy squirm.

Meg lazily dragged a finger along his achingly hard and needy dick, smirking at his sharp intake of breath. "Can you at least tell me how much you want it?"

"Meg-!"

"Tell me, or you get to suck your own dick, cutie."

Sure, she'd pictured Sammy writhing for her before, but it wasn't until she'd encountered soulless Sam that she'd ever pictured it would be under these types of circumstances. But, oh, was it a dream.

"W-wan' you t'wrap your pretty lips around my dick… S-so badly, Meg."

There wasn't a 'please,' but it was good enough, so to Sam's relief, Meg slowly lowered her mouth around his cock, starting by simply sucking his tip. She could tell he wanted to buck his hips to get her to take in more, but her power kept him firmly planted against the wall, not giving any other option than to wait there and let in all happen. She was in complete control, and it was driving him crazy.

Just to frustrate him further, Meg waited a few more painfully slow seconds before taking in more of him. As she took in as much as she could, she let out a long hum. Her lips formed into a smile around his cock as he shook at the pleasure of the vibration.

At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hair and maneuver her head around him, but instead she was torturing him by keeping him plastered against the wall, unable to do anything other than twitch and moan at whatever the hell she did to him.

And oh, the things she planned to do.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, driving it into his slit briefly, just so she could feel him writhe for her.

And damn, did he writhe.

Had someone heard the sounds he was making out of context, one would think he was in massive pain, but oh, how far from the truth that would have been.

She smiled around his dick again, gently trailing a hand down his torso to feel the well-defined muscles along it. She allowed her hand to graze lower and grasp at his balls, giving small and almost gentle twists and tugs while she continued to let her tongue and lips work around his cock.

Okay, she'd been nice. Whether he was soulless or not when he did it, attempting to exorcise her right as she was about to climax was a fucking dick move. She deserved a little payback.

As she felt him nearly reach his orgasm, she let her power wrap around his dick, preventing him from climaxing.

"F-fucking hell, Meg!" Sam shouted as he tried in vain to buck up from the wall, but her invisible hand was pushing him down, keeping him from moving.

Meg giggled around his dick, and she continued to slide her mouth down and around him, all the while keeping his release locked tightly away from him. She hummed lowly for his stimulation, causing a whine of frustration mixed with pleasure to emit from his mouth.

If she really wanted to, she could leave him on edge for hours, even days. Last time she did that, the poor bastard had ended up dying, but damn, what a damn good four days. Well, for her anyways.

"L-let me come, dammit!" Sam panted, shuddering at the utter need of his long awaited release.

Well, that wasn't a very nice way of asking now was it? She let her power curl even tighter around him, and she hummed around his dick again, reminding him exactly who was in control here. If not for the pressure wrapped around his base, Sam definitely would've come by now.

Tapping her nails impatiently against his thigh, she cast a glance up to him to remind him that all he had to do was say one little word, and he'd be rewarded with his climax.

Clearly, Sam understood what she was trying to say, but instead of complying, he stubbornly shut his mouth and turned his head away.

Bad choice, Sammy. Meg only tightened her telepathic hold around Sam, continuing to let her power and tongue stroke him, driving him fucking insane.

At last, it seemed to break him.

"F-fuck, Meg, please!" He shouted angrily.

About. Fucking. Time.

She smirked, making direct eye contact as she suspended him for a few seconds longer, just to gloat over the fact that she'd finally won. But, he did say 'please,' so she finally granted him his long-awaited and well-earned release.

Sam jerked up and around as he finally came, entire body shaking with the force of it. He gave a long and shuddery moan in gratitude,

"Thatta boy." Meg praised as she reached up to pet his hair.

Clearly, Sam was trying to come up with some sort of retort, but he was too busy panting his heart out to be coherent.

"Shh." Meg hushed. "You were so good for me."

"Th-" He panted. "Th'fuck was'at?"

"Payback." She smiled sweetly, and planted an empty kiss on his sweaty forehead. "You made me beg, so I returned the favour."

"B-bitch…" Sam huffed.

Meg giggled.

"Oh, son of a bitch!" Sam and Meg both heard the sudden and blatantly furious shout.

Dean.

"Fuck…" Sam breathed out, snapping out of his weariness in an instant. He and Meg started scrambling to put their clothes back on.

Oh, shit, now there were footsteps. Heading right for Sam's door!

Hastily, Meg flicked a finger, and the lock clicked shut. Good thing, because she and Sam were having difficulty locating their pants.

The doorknob rattled. "Sammy!"

"J-just a second, Dean!" Sam made panicked eye contact with Meg. "Hide!" He mouthed with urgency.

"Where?" She mouthed back.

She had a point, there really weren't any places to hide in his room, but she couldn't exactly stand out in the open and try to explain that she wasn't hurting Sam, just fucking him. Dean wasn't exactly the most understanding about those types of things. His type was the more shoot first ask questions blah blah blah.

After darting his eyes all about the room for a few seconds, Sam just gestured under his bed.

Meg cocked her eyebrow at him. She didn't have to say anything for Sam to know she was less than pleased to be hiding somewhere so fucking cliché.

Dean banged on the door. "Open up, Sam! Meg's gone!"

"Just go!" Sam mouthed again.

Meg rolled her eyes, but dropped down to the floor, and crawled under Sam's bed.

Sam finally managed to find his pants, and threw them on as quickly as he could. As soon as Meg was no longer visible, Sam swung the door open, trying to pretend that he wasn't completely out of breath.

"Y-you uh…" Don't fucking pant, Sam. "Said she's gone?"

"Trap's broken, and I don't she her anywhere. She must've run off. You been sleeping the whole time?"

Sam kept his mouth shut, knowing he'd sound like he was hyperventilating should he open it.

"Nightmare?" Dean asked.

Well, that was partially true. Sam nodded.

"Figured. C'mon, we gotta look for her."

"O-okay." Sam was more than eager to leave. It would give Meg the chance to run off to another room, make up some bullshit excuse as to why she left the trap. Well, an excise better than leaving to comfort and then fuck Sam.

"Let's move." Sam started to go, but Dean grabbed his arm before he was able to leave the room.

"Hang on, we should check in here."

Sam paled. "Wh-why?"

"She could've snuck in here while you were sleeping. Better safe than sorry, Sam." Dean started to move towards his bed.

Forget before, Sam was about to fucking have a panic attack now! "Y-you really think she's stupid enough to hide under my bed?"

"No, I don't, Sammy." Shit, Dean was on his knees! "I think she's smart enough to hide under your bed." He started to lift the covers that were shielding the underside of Sam's bed.

Sam held his breath.

"Sammy, you o-"

"Meg and I were having sex!" Sam suddenly blurt out, snapping his eyes shut as he said it. If Dean found Meg on his own without explanation, he'd probably kill her.

Sam was afraid to open his eyes, fearful of the undoubtedly judgmental stare Dean was giving him.

"Come again?"

Oh, for God's sake, did he really have to say it again? "I-I uh, had a nightmare and um… Meg came in to talk and uh…" God, what was he, a middle schooler doing a presentation in front of the class? "O-one thing lead to another, a-and… yeah." Sam's cheeks were burning from the humiliation.

Dean was silent for an unsettling amount of time. "You-... You're kidding, right?"

"N-no… I am not." God, just kill him.

"Is she under the bed? Are you under the bed, Meg?"

Her head peeked out at him from under the covers. "Hey, Dean."

Dean was less than amused. "Get out of there."

Shamelessly, Meg crawled out from under the bed, her lower half still completely bare other than her underwear.

"Oh, God, put on some fucking pants!" Dean turned away in horror.

Meg just shrugged. "I can't find them." She stated plainly.

Dean huffed. "I can't believe-.. Y-you two seriously-...? A-again?!" He huffed again. "Okay, I'm out. You two can do whatever you want-"

"Like each other?" Meg couldn't resist.

"God!" Dean stormed off, clearly disturbed and in need to process the information. Or time to try and scrub it out of his subconscious.

Once Dean was finally gone, Meg shot Sam a look. "Would it have killed you to be a little subtle?"

"Would it have killed you not to piss off Dean?" Sam snapped back.

"Touché." She replied. "Well- guess I'm off to my devil's trap again." She huffed and turned to leave.

"Unless…" Sam mumbled sheepishly.

Meg looked back at him, and quirked up an eyebrow. "Unless what?"

Was-was that a smirk on Sam's face? "Unless you're up for round two."

Mirroring the grin, Meg challenged, "Oh, you are so on, Winchester."

AN: Bear with me, this'll take a while. Okay, I've been teasing y'all about an announcement for quite some time now, and here it is; I'm taking requests! I always take any requests, but this time I'm asking specifically for Sam/Meg prompts! I will do just about anything, but I do have limitations. Like non-con, yeah, that's a definite no-no. Requests can be anything to fluff with taking care of Angela, to smut (although that may take me longer to write cuz yeah still kinda suck at it), to torture, like I said, just about anything! Once the request has been made I will message back to finalise details as to what exactly you want to have happen. Anon prompts are welcome, just be very specific so I can be sure I'm doing what you want. All requests will be published in order of request date, and put into one big story as separate chapters. Will be one-shots. Requests will be taken through either PM's or review, so yeah. Hit me up. I hope this will be an exciting experience for everyone!

Okay, one more thing, before I start on prompts, I am already in the midst of one more little story. Not Sam&Meg related, based off the trailer for next week's episode. Here's a-

Sneak Peek: "... The all too vivid memories of spilled blood, broken bones, flesh peeling away, knives and blades and needles in places they should never be-! Oh, God. Sam would give anything not to have to do this."

You can put in requests now, but I just need a few days to finish up that one-shot before I start on all of yours. Thanks for y'all's patience, and this should be really fun! Talk to y'all soon, and until then, carry on, my wayward sons!