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dean shifted, still deep in his sleep, and began grinding his bulge into you, slinging an arm over your waist. your gaze flickered down to his hand lazily thrown over your side, and a smile bloomed on your lips as you took in the sight of his finger adorned by that one special ring—permission.

you’re allowed to touch.

the friction of his sleepy grinding meshed with your own teasing movements had dean murmuring incoherent babbles into your ear. his unconscious noises felt almost like an invitation to take things further, so you turned, laying your face in front of dean’s on his pillow.

he looked so precious; all the usual worry and anger etched onto his face had vanished, washed away by the deep sleep. instead, his features had morphed into something more boyish. there was an innocence about him while he slept, something so sweet it made your heart lurch. it was rare seeing the unarmed guilt-free version of dean.

dean was still dean though, and his bulge was still pressing into you, albeit your thighs now, seeking friction to satiate the throbbing from his increased blood flow. 

you smiled to yourself, letting a hand slip beneath the sheets and into his boxers. he was warm, so warm, and so hard, pulsating with every beat of his heart. you wondered what he was dreaming of, your eyes trained on his face, studying every microexpression as you stoked him.

dean’s sleepy little whimpers became more frequent as the slow minutes passed—your hand gently wrapped around his length, playing with it for your own amusement more than anything. dean’s lashes fluttered against his cheeks, and his brows twitched whenever your thumb swiped his swollen tip; he looked so desperate, even in his sleep, and you just couldn’t wait any longer.

as you tugged back the sheets with your free hand, dean shifted, rolling onto his back, unknowingly baring himself for you in his drowsy state.

you were gentle as you tugged down his boxers, allowing his cock—flushed red and already wet at the tip—to spring free, bouncing up against his lower tummy. the sight of his weeping cock never got old; it was always so beautifully pink, leaking out beads of his clear precum.

dean tensed as you grabbed him again, his unconscious body responding to your touch. his needy little whimpers started up once more as you stroked him, tugging back the skin of his length, the weight of it heavy in your hand.

it was only a handful of minutes before dean’s tired eyes fluttered open, the green of irises disappearing as his pupils dilated, taking in the scene before him.

“mmmphf… what are you–” dean mumbled out, still half asleep.

“shh, just go back to sleep,” you cut him off, your hand still pumping. “you’re being so good, dean. you were begging for me, weren’t you? with your pretty little cock pressing into my ass? what were you dreaming about?”

“don’t know… you, probably,” dean muttered, attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

you made a small sound of amusement and watched dean’s sleepy smile grow. “could get used to this,” he continued. “waking up to a pretty hand wrapped around my cock, i mean.”

you laughed again, quietly, trying not to break the moment—or wake sam, for that matter. “what do you mean ‘a’ pretty hand?” you chided, releasing his cock and smacking it gently. “my pretty hand, dean.”

dean grunted at the smack, his hips bucking slightly, but he huffed knowingly through a smile. “fuck, sorry, your pretty hand… i could get used to waking up to your pretty hand wrapped around my cock.”

“that’s right. keep wearing that ring, winchester, and maybe you’ll get lucky.”

dean grinned, all teeth, the sleep slowly vacating from his features as he took in your words. he thumbed with the ring on his finger, playing with it while you played with him, his hips slowly rocking up against your ministrations. he bit his bottom lip with his teeth, trying to stifle the noises from exiting his mouth.

you caught his pathetic attempts to quieten himself, and you tutted. you weren’t having it; you earned those noises.

releasing his cock again, you smacked his ruddy tip, harder this time. “don’t hide from me. show me how good it feels, dean,” you scolded lightly, enjoying how his hips bucked at the contact of your hand.

“but sam–”

you scoffed, raising your brows at him. “sam, what? you think he’s in charge right now?”

“no–” dean whimpered, “but h-he’ll wake up.”

“yeah? and see his brother whining at a handjob?”

dean throbbed in your hand. “nnnggh, yes…”

you hummed, slowing down your hand on his cock. “quit being pathetic. you’re embarrassing yourself.”

“i’m not– oh, jesus christ…”

dean was easy to drive insane—all it took were a few condescending words and a few smacks. you watched his head spin, every emotion and bit of pleasure showing on his face.

“i’m trying to be good,” he grunted out, letting his head fall back into the pillow, his lips parting, letting a moan fly out. “i just– faster, please.”

“yeah, look at you using your manners, de,” you smirked. your hand continued its leisurely pace on his length, pumping from root to tip teasingly slow. you were enjoying the moment, and you didn’t want to end it so early. “but no, you’ll take what i give you.”

dean audibly whined, hips stuttering up into your hand. “oh, fuck, please…”

you squeezed your fingers tight around his cockhead, squeezing out more pre from his piss slit. dean groaned, and you raised your other hand to torture his pinkened tip with your palm, smearing his pre all over. 

“fuckfuckfuck–” dean whimpered out in one quick breath. “please, i can’t take it.”

“yes, you can. relax, pretty boy.”

you continued toying with the head, feeling his erection throb in your hand at every swipe over his sensitive tip. dean took his bottom lip between his teeth again, his eyes squeezing shut and brows pinching—the peak of ecstasy threatening to burst out into his face.

“nuh-uh, dean,” you murmured, shaking your head. “don’t even think about it. not until i say.”

dean’s hips thrashed around against the bedsheets, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his desperate breathing. “please, i– shit! i’m so close! i can’t!”

his movements were hypnotising, his hips flailing and knuckles gripping the bedsheets so tight the whiteness of his bones seeped through his flesh.

it was nothing short of amusing, watching your boyfriend fall so far into the deep end, so far from the usual hardened front he puts on for other people.

“you cum, and you can kiss goodbye to my pussy for a week, dean,” you murmured like it was nothing, squeezing him again.

a whine left dean’s lips, and he bucked his hips up in protest. “fuck, please, no. please, i can be good. m’gonna be so good.”

his glossy green eyes glimmered in the darkness, searching your face desperately. you could still feel the steady rhythm of him throbbing in your hand, the pleasure building in his core.

“yeah, you’re gonna be good? my good little slut?”

dean whimpered at the taunt, turning his head away to groan, blush heating up his already flushed face.

“answer me.” you dropped his cock to his stomach. you landed a smack on his balls, and an even louder groan ripped out of dean’s mouth—the sound so pathetic, it was almost cute. “don’t ignore me ‘cause you’re embarrassed.”

“fuck! yes, i’m your– i’m your slut! please, just– jesus!”

you smirked, pride flaring warmly in your chest. you’d broken down dean winchester, watched him crumble into a shell of himself, overcome by need and desperation.

his whimpers shot out in quick succession with your slow stroking, the noises exhaling from his lungs every time your hand reached his tip. dean’s balls twitched beneath his achingly stiff member, ready to shoot out ropes of his cum.

but toying with him was just too much fun, tearing down the walls that dean had so carefully built up made you throb between your legs. you felt on top of the world; only you had the power to break him like this.

“c’mon, big boy. you’re not seriously gonna cum from this. it’s just a handjob,” you murmured, watching dean’s face scrunch up at your taunting.

“i can’t– mmphf…” he gasped out, jolting up again into your hand.

“nuh-uh, don’t you dare, deanie.”

ragged breaths escaped dean as he fought off his orgasm, and beads of sweat began to form at his hairline, tears welling in his eyes. 

“pleasepleaseplease–” dean begged, catching your gaze, his eyes flickering between yours, hazily searching for the tiniest glint of permission to let himself unravel.

“you beg so pretty, baby,” you grinned. “why don’t you gimme a little more?”

“oh, jesus chr– ahh, fuck!”

“c’mon, pretty boy,” you laughed, love-tapping his sack over and over. “beg me.”

dean whimpered at every little smack, his muscles tensing in pleasure and pain at the feeling of your hand coming down against his sensitive skin.

“please, i’m so close– can’t hold it– ahh!”

“yeah, you’re gonna cum for me?” 

you sped up your pumping on his throbbing dick, tugging him harder with intent. his angry inflamed tip leaked out rivulets of pre, dribbling down his cockhead deliciously.

“ahh! please, can i? mmmph– fuck, baby!”

“hmm,” you hummed. dean tensed over and over under your touch, his balls tightening in preparation, his muscles clenching. he was close, so close, just sitting there right at the edge. you wanted to push him further.

“i– oh! i’m gonna– ahh!”

dean whimpered, his hips jerking up off the mattress. maybe it was cruel, but you let go of his cock, taking away the stimulation and letting his impending orgasm fizzle out.

“too close there, baby. i didn’t say you could,” you smirked down at him, patting his lower stomach. “c’mon, now.”

your hand wrapped around him again, and dean hissed. “fuck, please don’t do that.”

you chuckled quietly, “do what?”

“ruin it. please, don’t– ahh…”

dean blinked at you, his need written all over his face in the form of pink cheeks and wide watery eyes. his length pulsed in your hand as you began working him up to his peak once more. it was only a minute before he was tensing again, fighting off his orgasm. dean groaned, toes curling, legs tensing.

but you just couldn’t help yourself—you dropped his cock again, edging him just as he was about to bust.

“no–” dean whimpered out. his tears were starting to spill, small beads of salty water clinging to his lashes, making them clump together. he looked fucking pathetic. “please, let me cum… please…”

his grip on the bedsheets tightened, and the frown stretched across his face, his downturned mouth parting to let heavy breaths escape into the air. his expression was broken.

“aww, baby,” you cooed, still pumping him. “you’ve been so good, haven’t you?”

dean nodded, fast and desperately.

“alright, fine. i guess you can cum for me.”

the fire in dean’s belly spread rapidly, your touch like gasoline, lighting up every nerve in his body. his quiet noises grew more frantic as your free hand began rubbing at his cockhead, your two hands tugging and rubbing and abusing his overstimulated member. 

“mmm… pleasepleaseplease,” he begged, his voice ruined and raw.

“that’s it, baby boy. cum for me. show me how good it feels.”

your words sent dean over the edge. he gasped as aggressive white spurts shot out of his slit and up into the air with force. the sticky fluid landed all over your fingers and his lower belly in little puddles. “oh, fuuuuck!” he yelped, loud enough to earn an incoherent noise from sam’s bed across the room.

you laughed, “shh, baby. sammy doesn’t wanna hear this.” 

dean groaned. “fuck…” he uttered and slung an arm over his face, breathing deeply into the pit of his elbow. “can’t– oh my god.”

“you were so good, de. look at the mess you made for me,” you said, gently dropping him from your hands to his stomach.

he peeled his arm off his face and glanced down at the streaks of cum branding his skin. he smiled tiredly at his release before looking up at you. “that was–” he started, cutting himself off to sigh.

“yeah,” you nodded, understanding him perfectly. “you gonna be a good boy and clean me up?” you asked, raising your hand, fingers covered in cum. 

dean’s lips parted in hunger, and he shifted his head on the pillow. “yeah.”

you held your soiled fingers up to his mouth, and his lips wrapped around them in an instant, his tongue warm as he lapped up his salty essence from your skin. 

“oh, good boy,” you grinned down at him. his teary eyes had glazed over completely; he was so deep in whatever this was, his brain running on autopilot to please you. he moaned around your fingers, sucking them clean. “yeah, that's my good boy,” you repeated.

fig yaps: this is over 2k whoops anyways yay first kinktober fic i am not proud of this but we ball LMFAOO

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the only sound is the slight creak of the driver's seat beneath the both of your weight with every harsh bounce you make on his cock, your undulating hips grinding against his pelvis each time they kiss.

dean's other hand raises to your chin, tilting your head up with two fingers to force your eyes up to meet his. his gaze falls to your lips, caught on the soft curves of your parted mouth, and he might have been about to kiss you.

might have, if not for the phone buzzing in his pocket.

he didn't get his jeans shoved down all of the way what with the cramped space, so you can feel the vibration of it from where your thigh rests framing his, and you stop. maybe it was important.

dean groans, hand dropping between you to slap against his full pocket. he flips it open, which makes you grin — of course it does, he has a flip phone in this day and age and you're not supposed to find it adorably endearing? — even when his tight-lipped frown only drops deep enough to pinch the skin between his eyebrows.

"it's sammy," he says in explanation, gnawing on the chapped skin in the corner of his lip in thought.

you nod, bracing yourself with your fingers closed around his shoulders to get up. sam was important. sam had been gone at school for three years, now, so every call dean got from him was important.

dean's frown somehow deepens. his open hand closes around your thigh and shoves you back down onto his lap, earning a little whimper at the again familiar feel of him stretching you open, still buried inside of you. "what—" you start, but don't get the chance to finish.

dean clicks the green button on his phone's keypad and raises it to his ear. "hey, sammy," he says, with all of the enthusiasm of a man who'd been doing nothing at all prior to answering. "what's up?"

it feels like an intrusion, being close enough like this to hear sam's answers. still, he keeps his fingers tight around your leg to stop you from moving even an inch away.

"nothing," sam's scratchy voice comes through the phone's little speaker. "just wanted to check in on you. s'been a while. needed to make sure dad hadn't killed you yet."

dean's thumb massages the plush skin beneath his hand, little circles on the upper part of your thigh, where his fingertips stay tightly around the sensitive inner skin. "not yet," he answers with a little laugh, "but not that he hasn't tried."

you try to catch dean's eye, to mouth something in protest to all of this, but now it's his eyes that are downcast to his lap.

"where are you right now?"

it's like a sleeper agent trigger phrase, the way that dean's eyes flick up to yours. he starts to guide your movements again, urging you to rise your hips higher up until only the tip of his cock is stretching you open around it, teasing you with it with little rocks of his hips. the effort it takes to keep your breathing even and quiet instead of labored and shallow is much more than you expect it to be.

your eyes are wide when dean meets them, and it only makes him smirk. he mouths with enunciating emphasis, 'keep quiet for me.'

"in the car," dean finally responds, only to choose that moment to push you fully down on the length of his cock, splitting you down the center as you stretch to fit him inside. he thrusts up at the same time to bury deeper, the tip of him kissing your cervix, and right when you gasp sharply, he speaks into the phone again. "why? wanting all the gory deets?"

he sets a slow but torturous rhythm, pulling nearly completely out of you just to slam home, not hard enough for the slap of skin-on-skin to echo throughout the car, but enough to make your toes curl and your teeth to sink into your plush bottom lip.

"i'll pass," sam laughs, the sound of it making your heartbeat quicken in your chest. his voice is just quiet enough in the speakers for you to forget that dean was currently on the phone with him, but the laugh was loud enough for you to hear over the muffled noises you make behind your closed lips. "what are you hunting?"

"it's a secret." dean's voice is, at least, starting to become raspier now. no longer was this just something to torture you with doing; now the evidence that this effected him too was splayed on the table. "something big n' bad."

wendigo. he'd told you so when you asked, and then pulled you into his lap because 'he's clocked out for the night' and didn't want to go into it. seems that he really meant that, too — not just an excuse to get in your pants quicker.

sam scoffs, the sound of it scratching through the phone. "we're not kids anymore, dean."

dean adjusts the phone against his ear, holding it there with his lifted shoulder. he huffs out a humorless laugh. "no, we most certainly are not."

his hand, now freed, slips between your joined bodies and finds your soaking heat. dean dips his fingers between your folds and rubs slow circles around the sensitive nub of your puffy clit, just as torturous as the rhythm of his cock pumping into you.

"so... what, you on the way to the bar right now? is that why you're in the car?"

you cover your mouth, grinding your hips down further against his to rock them into his thick, invading fingers. "mmm, somethin' like that," dean mumbles into the receiver, his breaths ragged and deep.

sam is quiet for a long while, and you nearly still — but can't, not with dean's grip controlling your movements. "well, since you're being cryptic about the case," sam finally says on a sigh, and you relax your tensed shoulders in relief that he hadn't been on the cusp of realizing what his brother was doing, "i'll have you know, i've aced a couple of my exams already. only a few left."

dean cocks his head to the side, an impressed quirk to his lips. "hell yeah, sammy," he rasps, letting his forehead thump forward to knock against yours.

he's close. you can always tell. every filthy word he usually likes to whisper into your ear halts when he gets close, like the only thing he can focus on is how you're making him feel.

dean lifts his fingers from where they'd teased between your legs and presses the wetness of his skin against your bottom lip. you hold his gaze through the thick of your eyelashes before your mouth parts like the sea for him to rest his digits against your tongue.

sam's saying something, the crackle of the phone's speaker echoing like a backdrop, but it's quickly interrupted by dean's low groan. you grin around his fingers, tightening your lips around them in encouragement, your tongue swirling and exploring every inch of them.

"dean?" sam asks tentatively, and you'd laugh if you weren't so close, so focused on keeping quiet to think about anything else.

your legs tighten around his waist, the telltale sign of your impending release starting on the base of your spine. it takes a few seconds longer for dean to answer, his eyes zeroed in on your face as everything begins to crescendo. "sorry. bar parking lot's full."

yeah, you were full, alright. you clench tighter around him, your lips pressed together hard enough that they pale and numb, nails raking down his chest through the soft cotton of his shirt. you're panting behind your palm, stars dancing in the corner of your vision.

dean's thrusts deepen as he comes only seconds later, the warmth of his release overflowing from where he'd buried within you, dripping down his cock and the inners of his thighs. "sorry, what was that?" he asks after a too long of silence, his voice strained and small, the light pants of breath ghosting over your face.

"dean, what are you really doing?" sam's accusatory tone comes, finally, later than you expected.

you release dean's fingers with a little pop, licking the taste of yourself and his salty skin off of your lips. dean's pretty green eyes darken, even as a smirk widens across his lips.

"relax, sammy, i ain't doin' anything," he shoots you a wink, because of course he's right, in a way — he's not doing anything right then. "hey, baby, sammy says hi."

your eyes widen at your sudden inclusion in his conversation, a breathless laugh scoffing from your lips at the same time as they warm with timid embarrassment, as if sam could see right through the flip phone at what you and his brother had been up to.

silence again. and then, "dean!"

the notes ⌇ sorry the ending kind of sucks and maybe this all kind of sucks i had this idea while i was high earlier and had hella inspo and then it went poof by the time i got to it PLS. BE GENTLE!!

"any ideas?" sam hums as he digs his fork into his salad, pushing around the dressing to hide the disappointing mix of greens underneath.

"could be another drowner spirit, like that kid in wisconsin." dean hums in response as he bites into his burger with a sigh. the meat somehow soggy and dry at the same time. "could be a kelpie. siren?" he throws down his burger and raises his shoulders in defeat. "must be something in dad's journal." sam shakes his head.

"nothing that hints at what this could be." sam sighs as dean lifts the newspaper once again as his eyes scan the article, just one more time. signs of choking, blunt force trauma. followed by reports of singing heard late at night by the beach, some men wandering lost, schools of fish left half-eaten and discarded. dean curses as it all clicks. "what?" sam's head shoots up as he eyes the newspaper from across the table as dean pinches the bridge of his nose.

"i think i know. but if if i'm right, and that's a big if, then dad owes me five bucks... when we find him." he mumbles the last part before reaching for a limp fry and wiggling it about in front of sam, who shoves his hand down with an unimpressed grin.

"what could you possibly be betting with dad about?" sam grunts, pushing his bangs aside to reveal his puppy-dog eyes silently admiring his older brother, as he looked proud of himself.

"mermaids." dean leans back with a shit-eating smile and sending a wink towards his younger. sam lets out a laugh of disbelief.

"you and dad were betting on.. mermaids? i was at college and this is how you spent your time."

"no, no, lil' bro. you got it all wrong." dean leans back forward and hunches over his half-eaten burger, setting the scene. "it was just after the little mermaid came out, right? and i asked dad why we had never found one, why it was only those crazy-ass sirens. the old man said they were extinct. gone." dean jabs his finger down onto the front page of the crumpled paper. "until now. the singing, the choking? classic mermaid lore, sammy. it's what the pirates wrote home about."

"i just thought being out on the ocean made them crazy. didn't they confuse sea-cows for women?"

"desperate times call for desperate measures, but whatever. sammy. this is the real deal and we're gonna catch her and prove it. no sense killing her, we're gonna be revered! finding an extinct species." dean runs his worn hands over his face before slamming down an assortment of dollars on the diner table and grabbing his trusty leather jacket.

"wha-?" sam immediately gets cut off by dean grabbing him by the hood of his hoodie and dragging his lanky brother out behind him as he heads for the impala and sets course for their motel. it was time for prince dean to find his very own little mermaid.

for the next 3 nights, sam and dean would lounge around the beach during the evenings watching as families grilled, teenagers played volleyball and couples walked along the shore, giggling into one another's shoulders and holding hands. as the numbers dwindled and people made their way home to rest was when the real work began for the two brothers. as the moon hung low, the tide came in and the stars played in the vast, navy sky, the brothers sat and intently listened. each splash of water examined, each washed ashore fish bagged for evidence, with a grimace, whilst trying to keep each other awake with ridiculous games and keeping unsuspecting young men off the beach, for their own safety.

"i swear to god, dean, if you chose 'c' again for i spy, you're getting drowned." sam would complain as dean only sniggered and gave the same reply.

"get it? c, sea?" he would point out, lie back in the warm sand and laugh out loud before sam reminded him to be quiet, reprimanding dean for maybe scaring away the mermaid.

on the fourth night, they were getting desperate. dean's freckles had sprouted and multiplied across his rosy cheeks as sam's hair had gone a tone or two lighter while basking in the sun, enjoying the mundanity of the moment. an earned vacation among the chaos. dean fiddles with his necklace as he gazes out, thinking this was something he could get used to, the serenity of the night enveloping him and brushing away all his worries, like the sand that flies across his outstretched legs.

SPLASH!

dean whips his head, his trained eyes scanning the surface for a hint of something, anything. he goes to turn to sammy and sees his younger brother passed out on his worn-out brown hoodie. his bangs swept across his forehead, his hands resting on his chest and his mouth in a slight pout as light snores rumble in his chest.

SPLASH!

another. dean tears his eyes away and stares out again. it was coming closer, almost beckoning him. this felt different. the air grew colder and everything grew quieter as dean's senses heightened as small splashes rang out across the shore line. dean was too slow to catch the culprit each time and his anxiety grew with each. he decides against his better judgement and leaves sammy as he shoots up, grabs his leather jacket that he was sitting on and his hunter's bag before trudging across the beach. until he hears it. the indisputable sound of a woman's voice singing. her soft tones and gentle notes are carried in by the waves as they lap against dean's feet, like wanting fingers trailing against her lover's skin. dean's instinct cloud over for a second, he should walk into the ocean. he should get deeper. find her.

"no.. no!" he whispers to himself before digging around in his jeans pocket and pulling out his earplugs and shoving them into his ears. just like he suspected, her voice calls men to the ocean, like a moth to light and they have no choice but to follow. but dean was smarter and prepared. as he travels along the beach, he spots a cove in the distance and a smile spreads across his tanned face. "i got ya now.." he mutters as he hikes up his bag and heads straight for, what he suspected, was the mermaid's lair.

each droplet echoed throughout the desolate cove. the walls damp and the floor covered in trodden barnacles and washed-up seaweed. each of dean's steps had to be calculated as any could lead to a fatal mistake and he wasn't about to let anything get in his way. your humming and soft tones bounced off the walls, flowing over dean and greeting him like a long-lost over as he pants and gasps, desperate to prove himself right and his father wrong. he had lost all sense of direction and time as he continues climbing further and further into your grasp, your voice becoming his only compass.

dean falters, dropping his bag and leather jacket from his grasp, as he finally reaches an opening, wherein a glittering, untouched inlet lapped at the edges. dean scrambles forward, his jeans scraping against the rock floor as he dives his hand into the cold tide pool and moans with relief as the cold water touches his lips. he rests his heated cheeks against the edge before splashing some water on his face and securing his ear plugs further. disorientation was your play; it was how you got even the strongest of men at their weakest, scared, desperate.

"you're not like the others." dean's emerald eyes fly open and he throws himself back away from the edge, away from you. you treaded the water gracefully as you intently watched him, the tide caressing your soft skin. your hair was slicked back revealing each intricate detail of your face in the dimly-lit cove. beads of ocean running down your cheeks bones and gliding over the soft pillows of your lips. how could something so beautiful, be so deadly? dean shook his head as he laid frozen, his breathing quick and shallow.

"the others?" his deep voice a contrast to the delicate setting.

"you know which ones." you say nonchalantly with a small shrug of your shoulders, as if you hadn't killed them. you swim forward and fold your arms over one another as you rest your chin on top, a small smile playing on your lips. "pathetic and entitled. stupid." you laugh, running your tongue over your sharp canines. teeth made to tear men to shreds. dean finally sits himself up and tries to shake his fears of him. he came here for a reason and he wasn't going to leave empty-handed.

"entitled?" dean asks, eager to learn from their mistakes.

"they thought they deserved me, as if i was something to own. so i showed them the truth." you cock your head as if the answer is obvious but dean only lifts his brows in confusion which got a sigh from you. "the ocean can't be owned or tamed, neither can a woman."

"you're not a woman." dean says pointedly, receiving a sneer from you. "you're a mermaid. you're meant to be extinct, haven't been found in hundreds of years." dean regurgitates what his father told him all those years ago.

"that's what we wanted you to think."

"who?"

"men, hunters, sailers. anyone who wanted to harm us. we dove to uncharted depths, but after a while, you get that craving. that yearning." you sigh as you trace your finger over the shell-speckled edge. "are you here to hurt me?" your eyes meet his, challenging him.

"no." truth.

"are here to capture me?"

"no." lie.

"then why are you here? you seem to know a lot about mermaids." you furrow your brows in suspicion as you lift and point your finger to his ear. "i can spot the plugs from here. smart." you pull yourself more out of the pool and lean yourself over more across the cold, cove bed. seaweed tangled around your chest and stretched out over your shoulders, as opposed to the sea-shells that dean was expecting, whilst your kept your shimmering tail submerged still, playing with the waves.

"my dad... was a hunter. told me all about you. said i'd never see one like you, that i was stupid to think i would." dean admits, his heart clenching at the thought of his dad's harsh words. he was only a child.

"you smell like a hunter." you state, propping your chin on your palm. "is that why you've been sitting on the beach all those nights, just... waiting for me?" you tug your soaked hair behind your ear with a small giggle. one fact that john had also mentioned was that mermaid's were gullible, too gullible for their own good.

"yes, yes. of course! anything to see you." he eagerly nodded, playing to your weaknesses. "i just had to see you."

"wow..." you feel your cheeks heat up as you throw yourself backwards into the water, did a small back flip under water and spraying water all over a surprised dean. with you distracted, he took the opportunity to grab his bag closer to him, getting a grip on the fisherman's net he had stashed in it as you return to your original position with a wide smile plastered across your face. "you're the sweetest man i've ever met. and i've been around for a long time." you reach out your webbed hands to dean as he notices the small, iridescent scales running down your arms to your fingertips. he reaches out with a sweet smile and when you expect to feel the shake of his hand, you feel a harsh tug as you're pulled out of the water and enveloped in a tangled mess. you thrash your tail, try to scratch with your clawed nails and let out a shrill call, but to no avail. as you struggle against the net, a tear rolling down your cheek in disbelief, dean watches. frozen. he had done the impossible.

"let me go!" you call out, grabbing onto the net to shake it but yelping out in pain as the net burns your hands. you hiss and pull them back, eyes darting between the on-edge dean and the knotty tangle of rope.

"don't move too much." his voice stern, but he catches himself and softens his tone. "silver has been woven into the threads, it'll hurt if you move too much." dean whispers, your short sobs echoing off the salt-kissed stone. you pull your tail up to your chest and curl it around yourself like the comforting hold of a mother as you shiver, from the cold and fear.

"p-please. don't kill me. i'll go. i'll go anywhere else, i'll go back to the depths. whatever you want." you beg, your brows upturned. dean can't even look at you, knowing one look in your hopeful eyes would mean letting you go.

"i'm not going to kill you, i swear." he rustles around in his bag and pulls out the familiar leather bound journal of john winchester, flicks through a few pages and clicks the pen that came along with it. "we want to study you, show other hunters that you're back from extinction." dean hums as his eyes dart over your body, noting down the details he had noticed and the information that needed to be updated.

"if– if i help you, will you let me go? go back to my sisters?" you wipe your nose. "they'll get worried if i'm gone for too long, come searching for me."

"yes." dean lies, against his better judgement. he'd rather keep you calm and talkative, than panicked and silent. as expected, you fall for it, his tone assuring and confident and you nod as your breathing slows. dean had to wait for you to fall asleep to be able to get you out of the cove with the help of his brother, but for now, you both sat in a tense silence that was interrupted by dean's occasional questions. all the way throughout, you were honest but your eyes never left his face. you enjoyed his human tendencies. the scrunching of his small nose as he wrote, nibbling on his bottom lip and end of the pen as he continued to avoid your gaze.

as the last sea-water droplets roll of your skin and your hair slowly dries, you feel a shiver run deep, down your spin as you start to gasp for air. your webbed hands fly up to your throat as your scratch at your chest, panicked. dean throws john's journal to the side, leaping forward, holding his hands out in confusion.

"wh–what do i do? what's...?" is all dean can mutter as he watches the scene unfold it front of him. your tail unfurls and falls in front of you, the seaweed that clung to your chest falls into your lap, your scales shivering and peeling off. you watch in horror as your majestic, opalescent tail transform into water and revealing legs underneath as it cascades down and into the cove pool. as the ordeal washes over, you sigh and silently curse yourself, bringing your new-found knees to your chest and covering yourself from dean's look of disbelief and shock. "what?!" he half-yells, not understanding your calm demeanour.

"i forgot this happened, honestly." you stare in awe at your human form, wiggling your toes and fingers in sync and enjoying the feeling of your rounded teeth against your tongue. "i... i haven't been out of the water in a few centuries. yeah, when the sea-water dries, we return to our original form. how we looked before we drowned by angry sailors and were saved by sea foam. for men, the sea is terrifying and unruly. but for us, scorned women, it's a sanctuary."

"that's how mermaids are created?" dean has forgotten all about the damn journal and let's himself be taken your words.

"that's how some are created. not everyone has the same story. all we know is that the ocean, she saved us. made us." you nod with a small smile. "i... i have to be back in the water within the hour or i turn to sea-foam... just so you know." it was dean's turn to nod with a smile of defeat. there goes his plan. a silence covers you both like a blanket but a small cough from you pulls dean out of his thoughts as he tries to come up with a new plan, but fails to do so. "can i at least take the net off? i'll... i'll answer more of your questions, i won't try to leave. i swear."

"oh, yeah. let me just..." dean shuffles forward as you lift up your arms, freeing you from the net but catching a glimpse of your chest in the process. he holds his breath as he keeps his gaze skyward, blindly grabbing at twisted threads and throwing them to the side. he reaches behind him and pulls forward his oversized leather jacket to you. you giggle as you reach forward, your fingers gliding over his before pulling it on and wrapping it around you. dean gazes at you out of the corner of his eye and sighs with relief at your covered form as he stretches and rubs the back of his neck. he pulls out his earplugs, fearing you less now that you had become human right in front of him.

"you're quite the gentleman, aren't you? looks like your father taught you well." you comment, your eyes filled with admiration. despite your human form, your mermaid traits still shone through.

"my father taught me no such thing." dean bites, his head whipping to the journal and tucking it back into his bag. you rest your chin on your knee and immediately realise that you hit a nerve.

"but he did give you a name. you still haven't told me yours." you point out, as you fiddle with your fingers.

"dean." he coughs, turning back around and facing you again. his shoulders relaxing and his gaze softening. "dean winchester." you hum and smile at him, sharing your name in return.

"dean. well, dean. if you're not going to ask me any more questions, how will we fill the time?" a suggestive smile plays on your soft lips. "i can't remember the last time i felt the loving touch of a man." you cock your head as dean's mouth gapes, taken aback by your honesty. you lean forward on all fours with dean's jacket hanging off your naked body and crawl forward. you mirror his position and kneel in front of him, your knees touching, the jacket sliding off your shoulder and your chest barely concealed. you reach out, grab dean's hand and lift it up until it rests against your breast, his hand instinctively cupping it in his large palm. eyes locked on one another's like the tension might snap if either of you blinked. his thumb runs over your nipple and a gasp escapes you as he slowly circles it and rubs it between his two digits. "dean, please." you mutter breathlessly as you lean in and brush your nose against his, your lips hovering over and grazing his. a small tug on your nipple and a unison of hisses before he carefully presses his lips to yours. you tentatively kiss, tongues slowly gliding against each others as his other hand reaches up and palms your other breast with the same level of care as before.

"can i...?" dean whispers against your lips, his hands reaching up and grabbing the edges of his jacket and as you nod, he slowly slides it off your shoulders and it falls with a heavy thud. you reach out and tug on his t-shirt with a smirk and dean quickly gets the hint by yanking it over his head and chucking it to the side. you both raise up onto your knees and let your hands and his explore each others bodies. groping, gliding, grabbing accompanied by soft kisses and high-pitched whines. your arms settle around his neck as he holds you by your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. chest to chest. heart to heart. his fingers digging into your supple skin as your nails drag across his scalp, tugging on his short locks and nipping at his lips as he hisses. your lips travel down his neck, licking and leaving open-mouthed kisses against his pulse-point. "oh fuck..." his groans echo throughout the cove as you melted into his touch as he holds you tight against him, like two lovers reunited. nails scratching against his back and teeth grazing the tender skin of his neck as he mewls under you. the sweetest sounds you've ever heard.

"please, touch me. i need it so bad." you mutter against his shoulder before lightly biting down, just enough to leave indents speckled across his broad muscles. you drag your lips across his skin and back up to his lips which eagerly meet yours in a frenzied kiss. "please, dean." you whisper into the kiss and dean only replies with a short laugh before letting his grip fall from your waist and find his way between your legs. his fingers caress your inner thighs as you flinch and twitch. the light brush of his fingers a welcomed change from the harsh pulls and tugs of the ocean, restlessly beating against your skin. they continue to run and brush over where you need him most, where your wetness is pooling and slowly dripping down onto dean's soft fingertips. he smiles into the kiss and lets out a satisfied moan as he meets your juices and finally lets his fingers dive into you. they slip between your folds and move up to meet your clit, where he rubs your arousal all over it. your legs falter and your breath stutters at the foreign sensation as your moans rumble in your chest.

"like that, sweetheart?" he mumbles and all you can do is nod as he increases the pressure, circling your engorged bud before going back into your folds and teasing your opening. you latch onto him for support and throw your head back as your hip stutters before slowly rocking in sync with his rough fingers playing with your clit. "god, you're soaked, angel." he sighs as he admires you, the way your body reacts to him. he quickly pulls away and you groan in defiance before you hear him shuffling around before slowly guiding you to lay down. instead of the damp, cold stone against your bare back, you're met with the soft satin of the inside of dean's leather jacket. dean goes on all fours in between your thighs and continues torturing and teasing you with fleeting touches and featherlight kisses starting from your knee, past your thigh and up to your abdomen.

"deeeaan..." you whine as you writhe and grab onto the jacket, your desperation for dean becoming overwhelming. just as you open your mouth to complain, dean complies with a wicked smile and watches your face in awe as his fingers finally indulge you and pushes past your folds. his middle finger, with an aching slowness, drags itself in and out of your entrance, taking his time with you before adding another. his thick fingers gradually work you open and you groan as you stretch around his digits. a harsh suck and a kitten lick to your clit forces you to lift your head and meet a smirking dean. you settle back, leaning on your elbows as dean puts on a show for you. moaning and humming with content as he buries his tongue into your folds and bumps your clit with his shaped nose as his fingers continue their torture on your spongy walls. pleasure that you had sought out for years was finally years and you couldn't help but roll your eyes into the back of your head and let him feast on you like a starved man.

"mmmhm, nghhhn– mmm..." dean's moans were obscene and only added to your pleasure. you feel him stop and you lift your head to protest, but his glistening chin and slick lips stop you in your tracks. you hadn't seen something as breath-taking as him in aeons with his messy hair, hooded emerald eyes and a knowing smile. he leans back down and trails kisses from the top of your mound to the valley of your tits, before capturing your neglected nipples in between his glossy lips. your legs spread further apart as his pace quickens, his fingers massaging your g-spot with precision. you gaze down at him and the desperation on your face is clear as you slowly rock your body and meet his fingers in a frantic rhythm. "gonna cum, baby?" he hums, his lips still latched around your nipple, before switching to the other. a whimpered "mhm" slips past your lips as the pleasure builds, like a firework rearing to explode. a mess of garbled moans and whimpers escape you as you cum all over dean's fingers, unashamedly groaning dean's name as he admired the sight of you falling apart in his hands. he pulls out his two fingers and pulls back to marvel at them, your arousal covering and dripping down his hand. your chest heaves and heart almost stops as with a wide smirk and eyes centered on you, he presses them to his flattened tongue and sucks them dry with a barely-controlled moan. "delicious." he mutters and before he can say another word, you lean forward and try to undo his trousers with shaking hands.

"i want to touch you, feel you. please." you whine, but dean only pats your flushed cheeks and carefully tucks your hair behind your ear.

"every second i am not inside you, is a second wasted." you're pushed back down and in a matter of seconds, dean is stripped naked and in between the comfort of your thighs, hoisting your legs up to rest comfortably around his waist as he pumps himself once, then twice. he drags his cock through your folds a few times, stopping at your pulsing entrance before teasing again. he pauses and holds your gaze before pushing himself into you and the newfound sensation has you gasping underneath him. "so fucking tight, my god." he falls forward, encircling you tightly in his arms and nestling his head into the crook of your neck as he slowly rocks his hips. your nails rake down his back and your pleas for "faster, harder" are obeyed by him. he drives himself into you, pushing your thighs further apart to go deeper, to fully bury himself. your limbs clung around him like seaweed tangled in the current.

"oh my god, dean...!" you harshly whisper into his ear before tugging on his lobe with your teeth, pulling a hiss from him as his momentum wavered before pulling himself back, lifting your right leg as the other stay curled around his waist and hammering into you. all you could think about was dean. dean, dean, dean. his quiet gasps becoming raw, echoing groans as your pussy clenches around his length, nearing another climax. the pleasure trickled down your spine like an escaped bead of water before pooling in your core and you let yourself be drowned in the pleasure. as the pleasure crescendoes and peaks, dean grabs onto your hips whilst tipping back and making you straddle him. you immediately take over and ride dean's thick cock whilst his hands on your body like an octopus; everywhere, all at once, impossibly urgent. one rests on your hip and the other finds it's way to your clit, rubbing messy circles against it. you bounce, thrust, grind as your hands rest on his solid chest. he thrusted his hips up to meet yours, his balls slapping up against the base of your ass.

"gonna c-cum, baby." he gasps and your pussy involuntarily flutters around his cock as both hands are now guiding your hips. "gonna cum so fucking hard." he pants, struggling to keep his breath under control. you clench your jaw and bite down on your lip as your hips grow tired, your pace hitting its final peak as dean finally releases himself inside of you. with his final finishing thrusts, you gush around him for the third time and then collapse onto his chest in exhaustion. you lay together in silence for a minute or two, before peeling yourself off of him and wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. you climb off him and settle back with your knees to your chest and pulling the leather jacket over you as dean slowly gets dressed, eyes drifting over to you and quickly darting away again.

"will i ever see you again?" you ask with hesitation, already knowing the answer. dean lets out a short laugh before kneeling down in front of you and placing a soft kiss against your dry lips.

"i hope so. i want to." foreheads resting against each others. "but i'm not sure how we can." a low sigh and saddened eyes.

"me neither." your heart clenches. "but i won't ever forget you, dean." your hand finds his and gives it a soft squeeze.

"yeah?" he raises a brow and you assure him with a nod. "i want to make sure of that." he leans away for a second, pulls off his amulet and places it down around your head. a smile that reached his eyes grew as he peered down at the small golden trinket. "but i'm gonna be needing this back." he peels the jacket off you, hooks his finger into it and places one last kiss against your forehead as he rests on it his shoulder.

"be careful, my trigger man." you whisper as he grabs the forgotten journal and stuffs it into his bag. a breathy laugh followed by a longing gaze.

"i'll see you around. don't go causing more trouble." he warns with a wink as he watches you wave and slowly immerse yourself back into the cove pool. with the blow of a kiss to dean, you fully submerge yourself and feel yourself return to your former self. the cove grew silent once again, except for the drip of droplets and a heavy sigh from the older winchester.

"where the hell have you been? i've been looking for you for like," sam peers down at his watch." half an hour!" sam complains as dean comes sauntering back with his bag slung over his shoulder and jacket dragging in the sand.

"don't get your panties inna twist. can't a guy just go for a walk? admire the sunrise?" dean points out at the ocean and the orange glow that was cascading down onto the beach, bathing the brother's in a growing heat. sam scratches his head.

"since when have you ever watched a sunrise?" he sneers, before sighing as dean sits down next to him and pushing sand onto him.

"often. mind your business." dean retorts before fixing his gaze over the horizon.

"hmph." sam furrows his brows at dean before joining him at gazing out over the tide that slowly rolled in. "did i miss anything?"

"no." dean answers almost too quickly. "it's been silent all night." sam groans and runs his hands through his shaggy hair.

"that means one more night sitting on this fucking beach."

"no, i... i think it was just accidents, sammy. dad was right, mermaids are extinct, don't exist." dean pulls out his mobile and waves it in sam's face. "plus, bobby texted me with a new case. something we can actually hunt." dean's tone convincing, convicted. sam almost didn't dare question it, so he just nodded and started to gather his things. as the brother's walked away, sam peered down at his shorter brother and cocked his head.

"where'd your amulet go?"

"must've lost it when i went swimming." dean's lack of panic and cool composure shocked sam more than anything had in a while; that amulet meant everything to dean. sam just nodded and continued to march on towards the impala. dean hung back a little, gazing one last time over the ocean and seeing the tip of a familiar tail travelling to the unexplored depths alongside the torn pages from his dad's journal. you were his secret to keep.