[For Bo] A Succubus and a Demon-spawn Walk Into a Room...

[st_andingtall]

They crossed the small stretch of parking lot without talking, which suited Sam. It was taking all of his mental capacity to remember: 115 was occupied by the manacled blonde, 114 had double four-poster beds, 113 didn't exist, 112 was Kitty, 111 had double beds, 110... 110 had been Henry's room. Part of him wanted to resist, but it was a small part as the rest was currently insisting on naked, now.

He glanced over to see that even though he had a good few inches on her, Bo (and her long, toned legs) had no trouble keeping up with him. It wasn't like him, coming on to a chick he'd known for five minutes, but something about her screamed yes before he'd even thought to consider the question. He might, a little, understand why Dean preferred one-night stands or casual hook-ups. No pretenses, no obligations, no guilt.

Not much guilt. He was still Sam.

That thought carried him to the door of 110. Technically, it should be locked, but Sam had a skeleton key for exorcising or otherwise dealing with ghosts, so he put his hand on the door, slid the card in, and as it swung open, he reached for the woman behind him.

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[st_unaligned]

Bo curled up against him, body contact bringing her enjoyment more than an average person. Head against his chest, she thought about what she should say.

A moment or two and she lifted her head to look at him. "I guess I should explain what I am to you"

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"Probably," Sam agreed, but he didn't sound particularly bothered by it. His hand stroked slowly over her back and hip, eventually settling into her hair. "But it's not going to change anything."

He couldn't help thinking how much easier things would've been with Caroline if he'd taken this approach with her. She didn't really seem like the type though.

[st_unaligned]

There was a moment in which Bo considered leaving it at that, but if this was going to happen more than once - and she was hoping it would for a variety of reasons - then she wanted him to know. Despite her mother's feelings on the subject, consent and acceptance made this a whole lot better. Plus Bo wanted to know what Sam really was.

"It might." Bo's fingers lightly traced random lines on his chest absentmindedly. Even though she was aware it might change things, she still needed to be honest.

"I'm not exactly human. And it wasn't magic either. I'm a succubus."

[st_andingtall]

It won't, Sam started to say when she didn't continue right away. But then she did, so he went quiet and listened.

He stilled when she said succubus, but he didn't tense. After all, if she was the kind of succubus that was looking to kill him, she wouldn't be telling him. So after a moment to adjust to the thought, he stroked her hair again soothingly.

"The last girl I dated was a vampire," he said after a minute. "Like I said, as long as you're not trying to hurt me or anyone else, it's fine."

Somewhere in the multiverse, his brother was calling him an idiot at the top of his lungs. Sam honestly didn't give a good goddamn.

[st_unaligned]

His reaction almost reminded her of Kenzi's and it caused a smile to spread over her lips. A bit of a weight seem lifted off her shoulders at that moment.

"I need to feed, but I know how to do it safely." She figured he would make the connection that she had with their current encounter. "But I don't hurt humans. Back home the only things I hurt were bad Fae causing trouble and doing bad things."

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"So did she," Sam said and added, "Need to feed. That's how we met actually." What did it say about him, he wondered, that he'd found Bo, who also needed to feed, completely by accident and he was feeding Caroline, too?

Shut up, Dean.

The 'Fae' caught his attention though. "In my world, Fae was pretty much synonymous with 'bad', or at least 'bad news'. I'm guessing it's different in yours. Seelie and Unseelie?" Because of course Sam knew his mythologies.

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Bo, not being one for mythology unless it suited whatever thing she was trying to stop or capture wasn't sure what Sam was talking about. "There's light and dark Fae. You're supposed to choose when you come of age." Her tone implying perhaps she didn't like picking sides.

"There are a lot of Fae who just want to live peacefully. And then just like humans there are jerks who like to cause trouble." And who enjoyed it which bothered Bo more when she thought about it.

[st_andingtall]

Sam tipped his head down to see her expression when she said what she did. "Supposed to. Should I take that to mean that you didn't?" Or that she hadn't come of age yet, but he really hoped that wasn't the case, unless Fae didn't come of age until they were...a lot older than he didn't want to think about her being.

[st_unaligned]

She gave him a bit of a mischievous look alongside a head tilt. "I was never good with just picking one team." Another double entendre and she smiled at him.

There was a pause as she considered her next question. "What about you?"

[st_andingtall]

Sam thought he caught an innuendo there, and told himself not to think about Bo in bed with a woman. Or in bed with him and a woman. But then again, why not? It wasn't like she was going to mind.

Still, her question caught him off guard and his eyebrows bunched together. "You can tell?" Most people couldn't.

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Bo's expression held no judgement, though definitely some curiosity. "I've fed from both human and Fae and you were sort of like a cocktail." His chi had a nice kick to it.

[st_andingtall]

"Demon blood," Sam said with only the slightest trace of bitterness in him, the slight kick to his heart rate already slowing. "A demon wanted someone to lead them out of hell. It's a long story, but the upshot is that I'm monster. Mostly human, but not human enough."

[st_unaligned]

Her head tilted a bit at the way he described himself and didn't hesitate to return with, "Your blood isn't what makes someone a monster." Bo had to believe that more than anyone. "Your actions do."

[st_andingtall]

Sam half-smiled down at her. "That's what I told my vampire girlfriend. Although it was my blood not making her a monster." And Caroline had said as much to him, too, but he didn't want to allude to there being a vampire present. It wasn't his secret to tell.

"And I agree." He tried, gently, to smooth out some of the snarls he'd put in her hair. "But my family--some of my family," he amended, thinking of Henry and what he'd been intended to be. "Are hunters. We kill supernatural things. When we and the rest of the hunters found out about me..." Sam shrugged. "It hasn't been a warm welcome. My dad told my brother to kill me before he let me turn into a monster."

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She frowned a little. "Family... is so complicated." Bo paused for a moment "My own mother tried to kill me, so, I guess we're a lot alike."

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"Mine mostly tried not to," Sam pointed out, out of a sense of loyalty. "But knowing Dean was supposed to kind of makes that moot."

He drew his fingers down her arm to her elbow. "Why'd your mom want you dead?"

[st_unaligned]

"She wanted to kill a lot of people and take over things and I tried to stop her so she decided I needed to be out of the picture." Bo remembered holding onto her mother who was trying to pull her down with her. It was only when Trick intervened that her personality changed and she seemed to care.

"So I have to believe it's more than what's in our blood or I'm going to be a crazy evil psycho."

[st_andingtall]

Sam, being Sam, took the moment to flip Bo to her back and come up over her again. Although this time, it was to look her in the eyes before he kissed her.

"You're not a monster or a crazy evil psycho. I'd know."

[st_unaligned]

Her expression alongside her slight smile conveyed that she took his words to heart. Bo's arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him again. "I think I might need some more convincing" Though by her voice it was clear that he had already managed to make her feel better and she had other things to focus on.