A/N: Now aren't you lucky my pretties, two uploads in one day? So this is my first multichaptered fic, set just after they discover The Bunker but then disregarding everything after that. I've never really shipped Sabriel which is why you have a Samley on your hands. I'll update as often as I can but bare with me on it :)

Pulling up to the motel Sam was thankful that there were spare cars in the garage of The Bunker. Even though he could have easily taken the Impala he didn't want to have to talk to Dean to get the keys; they had only been there two days and the older hunter was driving him insane. Rather than shoot him Sam figured it was better for him to unwind somewhere else alone for a few days.

Checking into the single king room under a regular name rather than a rock alias gave him a small measure of excitement, one that would help make him feel normal for a day. He was just getting his bag out of the trunk when he noticed a copy of Casa Erotica in the back corner. Figuring Dean had hidden it there because it was a particularly good DVD, he grabbed it and stuffed it in his duffel without a second thought. The room was surprisingly clean and relief went through the younger Winchester as he threw himself onto the bed and there was no creepy smell to greet him. Despite having his own room in the Bunker, it felt good to be completely alone. He was still stressed though and thought he may as well take advantage of the late hour and solitude to use a leaf from the Dean Winchester Book Of Relaxation.

Reaching for the copy of Casa Erotica, Sam felt himself harden against the fly of his jeans and shifted uncomfortably. Quickly he put the DVD into the machine and settled back against the pillows. Exposing himself, he turned his phone to silent so Dean couldn't disturb him. Blue eyes glowed in the hunter's face as the scene began, and he licked his palm slowly before wrapping his fingers around his aching member. Sam had always been fascinated by his hard cock, how the skin was so soft yet the core was hot and hard. A low groan permeated the room as a blonde walked onto the screen, before a yelp as Sam recognised the fake moustache. Fuck that was Gabriel! This was the message to him and Dean in the event of his death. Hammering the pause button before the archangel on the screen could start talking Sam stuffed his erection back into his boxers and lay down with a sigh, his evening ruined.

"Tell me Moose, what does the angel have that I don't? Is it the Grace or do you just prefer blonds?" The sarcastic voice Sam knew so well drifted over from the motel room door. Leaping to his feet Sam palmed both his gun and Ruby's old knife, levelling his glare at Crowley. The demon was lounging casually against the door checking his nails as if he belonged there.

"What the hell are you doing here Crowley?! Get the hell out before I shoot you." Sam's anger was tangible due to his sexual frustration and Crowley couldn't miss it.

"You forgot to ward the room Moose. Plus the lackey at the desk is one of mine. I came to see why you checked in without Squirrel." The British drawl sent a shiver through the hunter that he didn't understand; the last time that shiver went through him Amelia was arched under him moaning his name. Realising his erection hadn't gone down yet he lowered his weapons and tugged down his shirt, though he did not put them down.

"He was driving me insane. Between running around pretending he's in Mission Impossible and making out with Cas everywhere possible I just wanted to shoot him. I needed some space is all." There was no point lying to Crowley, he would find out some way or another. "Now why are you really here?" snapped Sam, his sexual frustration making him even more grouchy.

"Ouch, Moose your tone hurts me deep within." Crowley smirked as he moved to Sam's side. "Look put the weapons down. I'm not here to kill you, I'm here to help." The king of hell had to look up to see into the blue eyes glaring at him and, against his better judgement, Sam put the gun and the knife aside. "Excellent," the demon purred, "now I can help you and you can help me. No strings attached." Faster than Sam could comprehend Crowley gripped the lapels of the taller man's shirt and pulled him down until their lips collided. Shock froze the hunter and the demon sensed it. "Relax, we both need the release. One time only and I'm not about to tell anyone I let a Winchester fuck me." Sam stepped back in surprise, and then quickly recovered. He was horny as hell as he had no objections to sex with demons or even men for that matter. Besides, he could always try and fuck some respect into the brown eyed man.

Pushing Crowley to his knees he pulled his cock back out of his jeans. "Suck." The command was brusque and aroused the demon further. Sam began to thrust into Crowley's mouth, holding onto the thinning hair for more control. The thrusts became more urgent and saliva began to drool from the Englishman's mouth as he hummed and gagged on Sam's thick length. All too soon Sam quickly withdrew and pulled Crowley up to the bed. The demon bent over and dropped his trousers while the blue eyed man grabbed the lotion from his duffel. "I hope you aren't going to waste any time with preparation or any of that nonsense. Believe me I like the rough stuff." Crowley looked over his shoulder and enjoyed the widening of the hunter's eyes as he saw the bright red buttplug buried deep in the demon's ass. Sam said nothing, instead ripping it out and quickly shoving his throbbing cock into the gaping hole. Both men let out loud groans of pleasure as the hunter bottomed out, brown eyes turning red in pleasure. Without giving Crowley time to adjust, Sam began thrusting almost viciously in and out, not caring if he caused pain or pleasure. The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh was drowned out by the demon mewling and begging Sam for more while the scent of sex filled the room. Without breaking his rhythm Sam lifted his shirt over his head, and the sweat ran in rivulets down his dark toned body. Fearing Sam was nearing his climax Crowley reached for his own hard cock, but the hunter slapped his ass hard enough to elicit a whimper of pain. Both of the demon's arms were violently pulled back and Sam held up the smaller man by his elbows. The change in position had the hunter's cock hitting the tiny bundle of nerves within Crowley and within seconds he was stiffening in the throes of orgasm. His raw ass clenched Sam like a vice, causing the hunter's own orgasm to hit him from nowhere. Emptying himself into the demon Sam collapsed onto the bed.

"Sorry to leave you like this Moose but I have things to do. Toodles." Crowley stood quickly and, after buttoning his trousers back up vanished. Sam was too worn out to care, however, and fell asleep minutes after the demon left. Before he did, he realised how much he enjoyed that not because he wanted the sex but because of who it was with. Dammit Dean could never know what happened between him and Crowley, not after Ruby.