Cassandra had met Sam and Dean in a hunt. Of course, most hunters met because of a hunt, but theirs was pretty different. Everyone always mentioned being saved by the Winchesters, but not Cassandra. Instead, she saved the Winchesters once, and that was how they became friends.

They had been hunting a shifter she herself had started hunting the week before them, and when they invaded its nest – not waiting for her, like the two impulsive little shits they were – and just then found out there were two of them and had been caught by the two when she came around, killing one who was just ready to kill Dean, and they both freed Sam to deal with the other one.

She moved into the bunker about two years after they met, convinced by Sam after he'd talked over and over again how living in the bunker was better than travel around. They had a garage where she could leave her car, a TV room, a room for herself that was sound-isolated and yada, yada.

To Cassandra, they were probably just trying to be nice. The Winchesters had housed many hunters through time, and they had a lot of space in their home. When she actually moved in, though, it seemed like it was way more than that.

No one would be that nice for so long just out of politeness.

It turned out, they just liked her.

And later, they just proved they really liked her.

And that had happened last month, to be more specific.

Right now, she was sat on their kitchen table, swinging her legs as the boys prepared dinner around her.

"Open up," Sam instructed, approaching her with a wooden spoon. "Careful, it's hot."

She blew on the warm soup he'd put in front of her, and swallowed a mouthful.

"Good girl," Sam whispered, pressing a kiss onto her cheek. "Do you like it?"

She nodded.

He smiled, setting his spoon aside, and pressed a soft kiss onto her lips.

"Good," he caressed her lower lip with his thumb. "

"Thank you, Sam," Cassandra mumbled.

Dean chuckled on the other side.

"You're so polite, sweetheart," he spoke from his spot. "Good girl."

Her cheeks felt warm and red, and Cassie flushed even more when Sam smirked, lowering his hand to her chest and pushing her shirt – well, Sam's shirt she'd been wearing for the day – aside, pulling on her nipple while keeping his eyes on her face.

Sam's fingers were tight and mean, making her moan in both pleasure and pain as her pussy dampened slowly.

"She's so polite," he cooed. "Right, baby?"

Cassandra nodded, whining.

"Yes, sir," she whimpered.

Sam hummed, twisting her nipple harder.

"So pretty," he hissed. "Pretty nipples get so hard for us."

Cassandra cried softly and yelped in gasped when Dean's fingers pushed her thighs apart.

"Let's see if you have any other surprise for us, uh?" he asked, moving two of his fingers to the apex of her thighs, and hummed positively when they met her wet folds. "Oh, yes, you do..."

She whimpered, and let her legs fell open when he flicked her clit.

"She would eat, Dean," Sam reminded his brother. "We're already having a late dinner."

They'd spent the day researching for a hunt, and they were all hungry, though the only reason they had actually stopped to eat was because of her.

"Doesn't mean we can eat too, Sammy," he reminded his brother. "And I'm hungry for something else… She's so wet, Sam… we can't deny her, right?"

Dean pushed two fingers into her pussy, curling them a bit as the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.

"Don't you think she deserves a little bit of love?"

Cassandra moaned, and he just walked closer to her, pulling her a little bit closer and letting the blonde's head fall onto his chest, feeling herself already squeezing him.

"We've been making our little cum dump addicted to us," he pointed you, caressing her hair. "We can't expect her to say for so long without a single touch, Sammy. It's not healthy for a girl like her."

That they had. Ever since their first night, both the boys had always been very present around her romantically and sexually. Every single day, both the boys would fuck her, together or just one of them alone. In some mornings, they'd wake her up with soft teasing touches and kisses, stuff her with their cocks before breakfast, and even feed her with their cum before she could have any food inside her.

These days, just a few kisses and touches from them were enough for her to grow wet and needy in short moments.

"Are you asking for my permission at all?" Sam walked to the pan, where he'd just finished making his soup. "You already got your fingers in her cunt. What do you want me to do? Pull them away?"

Dean laughed, wrapping a hand around her waist.

"What do you say, sweetheart?" he asked, finger-fucking her faster. "Do you want to eat, or do you want me to play with you?"

Cassandra whined, squirming in her place.

"Dean..." she cried.

His hand moved up to her hair, pulling on it.

"Answer me," he hissed into her ear.

Her pussy dampened more, and she cried out.

"Whatever you want," she answered. "Whatever you want, Dean."

Sam laughed, serving himself, and sat on the chair beside her as Dean took the one right in front of her.

"We need to research, Dean," he reminded them, eating. "I've already fucked her this morning."

Dean hummed, dismissively, and Cassie moaned loudly when he changed his pace, driving his fingers against her sweet spot while rubbing his palm hard against her clit.

"Did you make her cum?" he asked, staring at her face.

Her legs trembled as she tried to breathe, already close to an orgasm, fucking loving how they were just talking as if she was just a toy that needed to be played with.

"Ask her," Sam retorted, moving his free hand to her breast and pulling on her nipple.

"Did he, sweetheart?" Dean asked, looking down on her face. "Did Sam let you cum while he used your wet little hole?"

She cried out, nodding.

"Yes, sir," she nodded. "He did."

Dean smirked.

"Awn, he is so nice, isn't he?" he cooed, fingers moving harder inside her.

Sam chuckled, and Dean snorted, looking down at him.

"She's gonna cum," he warned his brother. "You better stop if you don't want that to happen."

Den pouted a bit, then looked down at Cassie. She was trembling, shaking

"I guess you're right," he decided, pulling his hands away from her, and pushed them into her lips.

He didn't tell her to do it, but Cassandra sucked his fingers anyway, cleaning his skin from her salty fluids, and blushing completely when Dean laughed at her.

"Uh, look at you," he cooed. "Such a little hungry cum dump."

Her pussy squeezed around nothing, embarrassed, and he smiled even more.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Cassandra shook her head, and Dean hummed positively.

"Go to the map room," he instructed her. "Go on."

She stood from her spot and nodded, walking out to the room and waiting silently for what their instructions would be.

Cassandra waited silently and rose her eyes when both the brothers walked into the room, with Sam holding a book and Dean right behind him.

They sat down, Dean behind her on a chair, and Sam on the table, and she watched silently as they unbuckled their belts and her eyes grew wide when the latter pulled his cock from his pants, already hard.

"Sit down," Dean told her. "On my lap."

She complied and sucked in a surprised breath when she felt his cock brushing against her wet hole, and moaned when he held her closer.

"Go on," he instructed. "Sit on my cock, and then I'll let you suck his."

Cassie whimpered, swallowing down as she slid down his length, crying softly when Dean squeezed her hips.

"Good little cum bucked," he hissed as his cock bottomed out. "There you go..."

She whimpered and cried when she felt his fingers rubbing against her clit.

"Don't forget about Sammy," he reminded her.

Cassandra's eyes moved to Sam, and he raised a sassy eyebrow to her.

"Don't forget about me, sweetheart."

She felt her cheeks reddening a little bit, and let her jaw fall open, taking his cock into her lips, sucking his cock and moaning when Dean started moving her body.

"There you go," he hissed. "Look at her, Dean. Our perfect little fucktoy."

Cassandra moaned, jumping when Dean slapped her clit.

"Guess what, sweet girl?" he placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. "You can cum on my cock if you want to. What do you think?"

Cassie swallowed down Sam's cock, eyelids fluttering closed as Dean fucked into her pussy and the dick in her mouth reached her throat, grateful at the small treat, but whimpered when Dean slapped her thigh, feeling her relax around him.

"But only," he continued. "If Sammy lets you."

She whined, pouting.

Sam always made Cassandra work hard for her orgasm, sometimes even denying it to her.

His fingers moved through her hair, and he pulled onto her blonde strands, making her look up at his face.

"Please, Sam," she pleaded, body trembling.

Her pleas didn't soften him at all, and Sam chuckled.

"Be a good little girl and suck my cock well," he instructed. "And maybe I'll let you cum. What do you think?"

Cassie pouted and yelped when his hand collided with her cheeks, slapping her, and her pussy grew wetter, making Dean chuckle and move her hips up and down a little faster on his cock.

"Pouting isn't going to help you," Sam warned her. "Do you understand me?"

She nodded, and he slapped her face again.

"Answer me."

"Yes, sir," she cried out, both from Dean fucking her and Sam's treatment of her.

"Good girl," he sat straighter. "Now hurry up. I want to cum before I finish the notes on this chapter."