Then: Dean and Roxie find out where to get the herb required to complete the ritual. Unfortunately, before they can go to the store and obtain it, Sunny and Sam escape the handcuffs and flee the motel. With no idea where the run-aways could be, Dean hurries to the store, purchases the herb and performs the spell.

Now: Dean must try to convince the Fates to reverse their spell on Sunny and Sam before they have sex and tarnish their chances of ever being "cured."

A/N: This is the last chapter of the story, I hope you all enjoyed it! I admit this chapter is a little corny, I won't give anything away but just remember it's just a short-story, meant to be funny and not too dramatic or challenging. Thanks for sticking around and please stay tuned for my next long-story, coming soon!

Cupid's Chokehold

Chapter 5-

Sam took Sunny by the hand as they quickly jogged away from the motel they had been held in. They couldn't stand to be away from each other for even a minute and the spell was getting stronger by the day. They appreciated Dean and Roxie allowing them to have physical contact during the day but it wasn't enough. They needed more than just kissing and hugging. Their bodies craved more from each other.

"Where are we gonna go, Sam?" Sunny asked.

She panted as she ran along-side him. Her legs weren't as long as Sam's so it was hard for her to keep up with his long strides.

"There's another motel about ten minutes away." Sam replied, keeping a firm grasp on her hand.

He looked around. Right after they left the motel, he had called a taxi service to meet them down the street. He led her around a corner, onto a side street and spotted the yellow vehicle parked just a little further down. They got into the backseat of the cab and requested the driver to take them to the motel down the road.

"What if they look for us there?" Sunny asked, catching her breath as she sat back into the seat.

"We'll use fake names when we check in. They'll never find us there." Sam assured, also breathing hard.

She smiled as she looked at him and he leaned forward to kiss her. She moaned softly as his tongue slid into her mouth and gently slid against her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself onto his lap as they deepened the kiss.

Ten minutes later, they were checking into the new motel, using the names Alice and Tyler Dawson. They hurried up to their room on the second floor and locked themselves in, keeping the drapes closed and the lights off.

After making sure their fortress was secure, Sam turned and grabbed Sunny by her waist, pulling her closer to him. He captured her lips with his and slid his hands down to her ass, then lifted her up and carried her to the bed. They both let out soft moans as they hit the bed, Sunny writhed beneath him as he kissed her hungrily, wanting more, needing more of her. She quickly pulled off his shirt and threw it down on the floor next to the bed. Then, she pressed her hands against his chest and slid them up and around his neck, as he kissed a trail down her neck and shoulder.

He dragged his hands up her thighs, then to the front of her pants where he unbuttoned them and proceeded to pull them off. He kissed her stomach as he pulled them over her thighs and down her knees. She kicked them off and wrapped her legs around his waist once he returned his lips to hers. He hooked his thumbs around the sides of her hot pink panties and tugged, lightly, as his tongue was grinding against hers, slowly. They parted for just a second so he could pull off her shirt, leaving her in just her underwear and no bra.


Back at the motel, Dean performed the ritual and after chanting the last part of the spell and throwing a lit match into the bowl of Jujuke' Herb, he found himself standing in darkness with only a single white, spotlight illuminating his body. He looked around but could only see miles and miles of blackness.

"Dean Winchester." a soft, crackling voice creeped from behind him.

Startled, he spun around and found himself standing before a trio of short, haggardly old women. They wore long, dark robes that concealed their identities but he could tell they were women. They stood around a large crystal ball, filled with bright purple smoke.

"We've been expecting you." the Fate on the far right said.

Dean exhaled deeply and turned to face them. Anxiety began to settle in and found himself becoming nervous. What if they denied his request to reverse the spell? What if they wanted something in return? What would it be and how would it retrieve it? He swallowed hard and stepped forward.

"I'll bet." he replied, calmly yet softly.

"You're here to ask us something, yes?" the Fate on the far left said.

"Yes...I suppose you already know what." he assumed. "You Fates' see all and know all, right?"

The women cackled, softly, at his words, which not only confused him but annoyed him. He hated that he couldn't see their faces, it'd be nice to see what emotions they'd display upon hearing his question.

"Not quite, young man. Not quite so." the middle woman corrected.

"There are many different types of 'Fates'." the right Fate chimed in.

"We are the Fates of love. We merely control the destiny of one's love life." the left Fate added.

"Okay, so if you can make people fall in love...then you can make them fall out of it too, right?" Dean asked.

"Correct." they answered in unison.

"But-" the middle Fate paused.

"It's not something we are just willing to do."

"Please." he begged. "You made my brother fall in love with my girlfriend. You have to reverse just- you have to."

The Fates were silent for a moment, seemingly thinking it over. Dean's heart pounded in his chest, there had to be something he could do to convince them. He wouldn't give up. They, suddenly, huddled together and began whispering in an unknown language. Dean took it as a good thing, they were at least considering it. The only question was, what would they want in return. They finished the conversation and stood back in their places next to one another.

"We discussed the matter amongst each other and have decided our answer." the middle Fate said.

Dean's heart slammed in all directions beneath his chest, he felt his body trembling with anxiety. If they said no, he didn't know what he would do. He couldn't leave that place without convincing them otherwise. He just couldn't.

"We decided to grant you your request..." the left woman continued.

Dean felt a rush of breath escape his lungs, deeply. He hadn't even realized he was holding it that long. He tilted his head back and breathed a sigh of relief, allowing his heart to return to its normal rhythm.

"In return..." the right Fate started. "You must bring us a feather."

"A...feather?" he asked, in a confused tone.

"An angel feather." the middle Fate clarified.

Dean knew it wouldn't be too hard to obtain an angel's feather, all he had to do was call for Castiel and take one from him.

"Alright...I'll do it but..." he just had to ask,

"Why an angel's feather?"

"Angel feathers are very powerful, when used correctly in certain love spells." the left Fate replied, simply.

"Angel aren't exactly neighborly around here...and we've run out of feathers for our more permanent spells." the Fate on the right added.

"Right." He nodded, not exactly understanding.

"Is it possible to reverse it, like, now? We've been working very hard to keep them from...y'know...and this morning they broke free and took off..." he trailed off.

The Fates glanced at each other, quietly, for another moment then faced Dean again.

"Very well, we will lift it immediately. It will take a few minutes, however." the middle Fate said.

"Thanks." he sighed, relieved. "Really...thanks."

"Bring the feather to us before nightfall." the left Fate ordered, almost in a threatening tone.

"I will. I promise." he nodded.

Suddenly, he found himself back in his motel room. Roxie and Bobby sat at the table, waiting, drinking shots. They stood up and walked over to him, looking at him expectantly.

"So what happened? Did they lift it?" Roxie asked, impatiently.

"'ll take effect in a few minutes. I just hope it's not too late." he replied, eyeing the whiskey bottle on the table.


While they waited for the spell to break, Sam and Sunny were just one zipper away from going at it. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled at the button, unsnapping it. Their mouths still connected and their tongues still swirling around each others. It wasn't until she got his pants down to his knees when they suddenly opened their eyes and looked at each other.

Sam immediately jerked away and stood up on his knees. Neither of them knew what to say at that point. Obviously, Dean had succeeded in breaking the spell for now all their lovey-dovey feelings were gone and all they felt now was...

"Awkwaaaaard." Sunny sang, quietly, looking away as he pulled his jeans back on.

She reached over the side of the bed and grabbed her clothes, then clumsily threw them back on.

"Dean must've...found a way to...break the spell." Sam assumed, then cleared his throat.

He could feel his face burn with embarrassment. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been acting for the last couple days. Sunny didn't feel any better about it, especially when her embarrassment was mixed with guilt. She stood up and straightened out her shirt, giving Sam a weak, forced smile.

"Look..." she started. "Nobody needs to know about...this." she motioned throughout the room.

"Yeah, I's are we supposed to face them?" Sam asked, quietly.

Sunny shrugged a shoulder, answer-less.

"Let's just...brace ourselves and get it over with. We can't hide forever." she replied, a half-smile curved up.

Sam just sighed, heavily. Completely dreading seeing his brother. After all that's happened, after letting them be together, watching them kiss and grope each other. He was never going to hear the last of it now.

"C'mon." she sighed, opening the door.


"They want you to give them an angel's feather?" Roxie asked, taking a sip of her beer.

"Yeah, I gotta get it to them before nightfall." Dean replied. "I figure I could just call Castiel down here and borrow one of his."

"How are you gonna do that?" Bobby wondered.

"Just call his name, I guess. That's how Sunny did it- CAS! You hear me? I need a favor, get your feathered ass down here!" Dean called, looking up at the ceiling.

They waited for a moment, giving Dean a questioning look. When nothing happened, Roxie scoffed.

"Yeeeah, that worked really well." she chuckled, sarcastically.

"Give him a minute, alright...He's all the way up there in Heaven, it's gonna take a little time." Dean argued.

He continued looking towards the ceiling and called out to the angel again.

"Come on, Cas, I know you can hear me!"

"What do you want, Dean?" Castiel's asked from behind Dean.

Dean turned around, startled, then glanced at Roxie. He gave her a 'Told you so' look then faced Castiel.

"I need a feather...from your" Dean said, simply.

Castiel gave him a puzzled look.

"Please." the hunter added.

"This is what you called me down here for? One of my...feathers?" Cas frowned.

"Yeah, well, I kinda need one. See, Cupid made Sunny and Sam fall in love and she said the Fates were the ones who made the list, so I went to the Fates and asked them to lift the curse. " Dean explained.

"And they want a feather as payment." Castiel finished.

"Exactly. Yes." Dean pointed at him.

Castiel burrowed his eyebrows at the gesture then sighed, quietly.

"So what do ya say? Can you help me out?" Dean asked.

"Alright, I'll help you...but only because it messes with the plan." Castiel answered.

Upon hearing the angel's words, Dean squinted at him in confusion.

"Wait, a plan? There's a plan now?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it now." is all the angel said.

"No, you gotta tell me- you're the one who brought it up!" Dean insisted.

Castiel sighed and rolled his eyes.

"If I tell you, it could change everything and I can't risk it." he countered.

Dean went to protest some more but Castiel cut him off.

"Do you want the feather or not, Dean?" he asked, sternly.

It was then that Dean shut up and nodded. He figured Castiel was an angel so nothing bad could come from this plan. He was sent to help them, after all.

"Yeah, sorry." he said, quietly.

"Okay, then." the angel said, then looked away, suddenly and sheepishly.

"What's wrong?" Roxie asked, noticing the angel's discomfort.

"Well, my wings are very...I just- I need some privacy. Mortals weren't meant to see my wings this closely. You couldn't survive the power." he replied.

Although what he said was true, Castiel was also very conservative and shy when it came to things like exposure. Especially his wings.

"You all need to close your eyes." he ordered, seriously.

They did what he told them and covered their eyes, completely. A moment later, they heard the flutter of his wings then silence again.

"You can open them now." the angel said.

They dropped their hands from their faces and looked to the angel with curiosity. They had never seen an angel feather before and were kind of interested. Well, a lot interested.

Castiel, then, handed Dean a long, black feather, about a foot long. Probably one of his smaller feathers, since they're rumored to be quite powerful. Dean took the feather and thanked Castiel.

"Next time you call me, someone better be dying." he warned, before disappearing.

At that very moment, the door opened and Sunny walked in, casually.

"Hey, where the hell have you been?" Dean demanded, quickly walking over to her.

When he was close enough, she grabbed his face and pulled him closer to kiss him hard. He returned the kiss, gladly, and wrapped an arm around her lower back. When they parted, he looked at her and knew the spell had broken and she was back to her old self again.

"Miss me?" she asked, innocently.

"Of course." he breathed, but then snapped out of it.

"Hey! Don't come waltzing in here like nothing even happened, where were you? Where's Sam?" he demanded.

Sam stood in the doorway with his hands in his front pockets. His facial expression gave him away immediately.

"You should feel bad!" Roxie scolded him, her hands rested on her hips.

He looked up at her with those puppy-dog eyes of his and she instantly melted.

"Ohh, Sammy!" she squealed and jumped into his arms. "I missed you so much!"

Dean smiled at Sunny as she pouted up at him.

"Well, I obviously can't stay mad at either of really couldn't control yourselves." he said.

She slipped him a cute smile then slid her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. He brought the feather up to her neck and tickled her with it.

"What the hell is that?" she giggled, swatting it away.

"This is what I had to get for your sexy ass to love me again." he replied, with raised eyebrows.

"Uh, a feather?" she asked, chuckling.

"Ey, not just any feather, alright? This is one of Castiel's angel wing feathers. I gotta bring it to the Fates before it gets dark." he explained. "Apparently, it has magic powers."

"Interesting." she mused.

"You know what...I actually missed your silver tongued sarcasm." he replied, matter-of-factly.

She giggled and pulled him into another hug, then looked over at Sam and Roxie. He looked at her and smiled, softly as he held Roxie in their own hug. He then, pulled away so he could lay a deep, passionate kiss on her. Surprised, Roxie's eyes went wide but then she closed them again and happily fell into the kiss.

"Uhm, excuse me, but I'm still here...if ya haven't noticed?" Bobby alerted them, pointlessly.

Within all the excitement, and of course, Bobby not talking, they had forgotten he was there and was now lost in their own little fantasies as they made out and reunited.

"Alright, then, I guess I'll just go home now." he said to himself.

He grabbed his car keys and weapon bag then headed for the front door.

"Idjits." he muttered as he passed the newly, united couples and slipped out the door.

"Thanks for the help, Bobby." Dean finally called, just before the older man left.

Bobby smiled and nodded his response, then left.

Sunny thought to herself as she kissed Dean, she thought about how lucky she was to have him. How happy she was to have him. He had put with a lot of shit the last couple days and she appreciated that. She appreciated his efforts and his stubborness, the fact that he would've done anything to get her back, to make her love him again. He really loved her and this proved it. He had been so upset that she was touching his brother the way she used to. She would kiss him the same way she had kissed Dean. She had to make it up to him. Big time.

Sam realized he was being unfair to Roxie, before the Cupid mess. He let his fear of getting hurt mess with his relationship with her. That, and he didn't want to get too close to her just to have her be hurt or killed. Like Jessica. He didn't know what he'd do if anything terrible happened to her. He cared about her too much to let it get that far. During his time being in love with Sunny, he finally realized he couldn't keep doing that to her. He had to take that final step and tell her how he feels.

He beckoned Roxie to join him outside so they could talk in private. Once they were outside and away from the motel, he took her hand and looked into her eyes.

"Roxie, I need to tell you something." he began.

"What is it, Sam?" she asked, her heart fluttered in her chest.

"I want to tell you that...I've been acting like a total flake to you and I haven't been completely honest with you I feel." he said.

Roxie looked down and nodded, taking a deep breath.

"I was unfair to you and I'm sorry...but my eyes are open now. I'm not afraid of being close to you anymore, Roxie." he smiled, and lifted her face up by her chin with a curled finger.

"I love you." he whispered.

Her eyes filled with small tears as she smiled, brightly and she threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"Sam...I love you too! So much." she cried, softly.

With a sniffle, she pulled away, slightly, and he captured her lips with his. They kissed slow and gently, finally ready to make that last move and become official.

Inside the motel, Dean was getting ready to take to the feather to the Fates and repay them for breaking the spell. He emptied the shallow bowl of the burnt Jujuke' Herb and refilled with a fresh batch, then chanted the incantation before lighting the match and throwing it in the bowl.

When he returned, he and Sunny went into their room and went to sleep...but not before having awesome make-up sex!

Dean closed the bedroom door and stepped over to the bed where Sunny lay waiting for him. He crawled from the foot of the bed to directly above her, staring down at her as if he hadn't seen her in weeks. He lowered himself on top of her and they kissed, gently at first. Lightly nibbling his lip, she smiled and slid her fingers down his sides, tickling him slightly. He shuddered at her touch and deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth and thrusting slowly against her.

She moaned, softly, into his moan at both the thrust and his tongue sliding hard against hers. She could feel his hardened cock through his pants and reached to undo them. At the same time, he undid hers then moved to take her shirt off. He appreciated her choice not to wear a bra that day and took her right breast in his mouth while he gently squeezed the other. She tilted her head back and sighed, contently. Glad to have her feelings for him back, glad to have him doing these things to her and not his brother.

He proceeded to remove her pants as he swirled his tongue around her pierced nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair and gripped a chunk, gently, pulling him closer. Her leg rubbed up against his ribs, after kicking her pants completely off, then slid back downwards so she could use her feet to remove his. The second they were down to his knees, he released his rock-solid erection and shoved it inside her.

She let out a sharp cry, as he filled her completely, and slid her hands up his back. He thrusted deeper but stayed gentle and slow. She arched her back, slipping small moans and whimpers into his ear, motivating him to go faster, deeper. He clutched her wrists and held them down above her head as he pummeled her, in and out, deeper and faster. Her soft whimpers escalated to deep cries as he rubbed over her sensitive soft, beckoning her to come.

She, then, pushed him onto his back and without missing a beat, she rode him quickly. He moaned involuntarily, as she leaned back and rolled her hips back and forth. She breathed rapidly, alternating small cries with loud moans. Dean took her hold of her hips and lifted his up hard against her, forcing his cock deeper inside her. She let out a surprised moan and tilted her head back, as he continuously pushed and pulled her back and forth by her hips, faster and faster until he felt himself begin to stiffen inside her. Her cries became more urgent as she felt his climax nearing.

Suddenly, he let off a loud moan himself as he felt her walls closing in on him, her orgasm following closely behind. He threw himself on top of her again and quickly thrusted into her, hard and deep, until she finally screamed his name in ecstasy and came. Not a second later, he, too, cried out as he pumped his love-juice deep inside her, filling her. Slumping atop of her, he breathed a deep sigh of contentment and kissed her neck, gently.

He could feel her heart pounding against his chest as she caught her breath and moved her bangs out of her face to kiss him.

"God, I missed you." he breathed in her ear and stroked her hair, twirling small chunks around his finger.

He rolled off her and laid next to her, holding his head up with his fist. She turned and faced him, with a cute smile on her face. She wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled herself closer to him, then kissed him passionately.

"I'll always be your girl, baby." she cooed, making him growl seductively and push her back down on her back to kiss her hard and long.

Meanwhile, Sam and Roxie had gotten themselves a room of their own and were definitely using it to their advantage. Sam was finally giving Roxie what she had been desperately craving. He lay on top of her, both naked under the sheets, kissing fiercely. They both had their hands buried in each others hair, writhing and grinding against one another.

She moaned loudly, as he thrusted inside her, slow but deep. With every plunge she made soft whimpers and sharp cries of pleasure. When he had made that move she was so happy, she almost couldn't believe it and made sure not to get too excited, in case he ended up backing off again. Instead, he went for her pants zipper and actually removed her pants himself, something he'd never done before. It didn't completely sink in, however, until he finally sunk in, into her that is. She wrapped her legs around him and clawed the sheets on both sides of her.

She gripped his sides and urged him closer, gesturing that she wanted him to go faster and harder. He got the message and began pounding into her, quickly and harder. She smiled as she cried out and rocked her hips up and down along with him. She, then, shot her arms up, over her head, and grabbed the headboard posts. As they neared their climaxes, their breathing became rapid and shallow, he could feel her tightening around his hard-on as it stiffened inside her, ready to explode at any minute.

Beforehand, he had remembered how ready he was to ravage Sunny when they were in love and took that eagerness and used it for Roxie. If he could want it with Sunny so easily, then he shouldn't have had any problems doing it with Roxie. He did love her, he did want her, badly at that and he used that wanting and needing urge to his advantage. When he reached for Roxie's pants' button, he felt himself getting stronger about it and pushed all his fears aside. He finally let his thinking come from his pants instead of his brain.

Their bodies shivered as they came together, both crying out loudly and stiffening their bodies. After Sam pumped the last of his juices inside her, he rolled off of her and snuggled up against her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and she laid with her head resting on his shoulder and her arm stretched across his chest. They regulated their breathing and smiled at each other before kissing goodnight.

"I love you, Sam." she sighed, happily, closing her eyes and nuzzling his shoulder.

"I love you, too, Roxie." he replied, kissing the top of her head.

With everything back to normal, the two couples fell fast asleep, more in love than ever before and finally able to relax and sleep through the whole night without handcuffs.


A/N: Ehh, I think the ending could've been a little better but whatever. Lol. So, that's it for CC, I hope you all enjoyed it and please, please, stick around for my new long-story coming soon. (Like I already said up there, heh, I tend to repeat myself.) It may take a little while to get posted because I want to complete a couple chapters to keep it flowing nicely, yknow? Rest assured, it will be worth the wait. I got everything worked out! Anyway, plz review and don't hesitate to throw me some ideas for another short story or one-shot. I will be posting some of those in the meantime, so have at it and share with me!

See ya soon!