Eternally Daydreaming

The only light in the small room came through the open door leading into the church proper, and from the blinking EMF reader Dean Winchester carried. He fiddled with the dials a bit, squinting in the darkness at the needle, and decided the room was clear. 

“No ghosties here,” he laughed to himself.  

It actually wasn’t very funny as he was almost 99% sure the church was not haunted, by ghosts anyway. The nun they’d talked to had insisted that something was haunting the place, making books fall off of tables, candles blow out, and generally creeping everyone out. Most of those things could be explained by a draft, but when the old nun mentioned witnessing a stream of bubbling blood flowing from a statue of the Blessed Virgin… Well, Dean couldn’t ignore that. Neither could Y/N who was currently scoping out the rest of the place. He couldn’t remember why they’d split up, but it really didn’t matter. Nothing was jumping out at them for the moment. 

Deciding he should catch up with her anyway, Dean stuffed the EMF into the pocket of his black jacket. While he was at it, he tugged a bit on the stiff, white plastic collar shoved into his shirt. He hated the priest get-up. Not that he thought it was wrong or anything- he just hated the get up. Maybe someday, he hoped, he’d get to be a naval commander or something with a sexy uniform.

A noise caught his ear, something strange echoing from beyond the door, so he went forth, on guard; holy water flask ready and waiting in his back pocket. 

The altar was glowing. Not by any supernatural means, but by a row of candles that he was fairly sure hadn’t been there when they arrived. He squinted curiously at them and then looked out into the sea of wooden pews. Shadows hid most of the giant nave, but he was not concerned with anything lurking in the dark. 

The noise echoed again and Dean realized what it was as his eyes fell to the red carpet separating the sanctuary from the pews. There, in the middle of the wide walkway, was Y/N. She was on the floor, but not hurt. Dean’s jaw dropped and his cock stirred inappropriately. 

Her nuns’ habit was tossed aside and her hair was free, falling down her shoulders when her head fell back. The black robes she wore were gone as well, exposing a black lace bra that pushed her tits up high, and matching lace knee-high stockings. Her panties were nowhere to be found, but Dean didn’t seem to notice their invisible nature. No, his gaze was locked on Y/N, who was held up by one arm, her legs spread wide and cocked at the knee. She moaned loudly as her wrist pumped fast against her pussy, fucking her wet hole with something he couldn’t put his finger on. 

“Y/N? Holy shit!” He liked sex- oh, boy did he. And sex with Y/N was something out of this world. But this- getting your rocks off in the middle of a church- this was just… wrong.

Licking her lips, Y/N’s eyes rose to the altar and locked on Dean’s. She moaned loudly again and he felt another surge of lust shoot straight down his body. OK, maybe it wasn’t so wrong…

“Are you serious right now?” He gaped, not quite sure what to do besides keep staring. 

Her hips rocked and her hand pumped faster. She threw her head back and wailed as she came, her passionate cry bouncing off of the stone building. 

“Fuck!” She hummed a mind-meltingly sexy tone and pulled the object from her pussy. Dean gasped as he realized it was a large gold crucifix. The metal pulled a mess of wetness as it was removed and a dark spot appeared on the clean red carpet. 

Stunned, Dean nearly fell down the short stack of steps as he moved closer. “What the fuck are you doing?” His breath caught and his pupils burst wide as she brought the cross to her lips and licked it clean. 

“Enjoying myself,” she replied, dragging the front of the crucifix down across her tits. She paused on the left to rub it across her nipple and Dean had to swallow back a lustful moan. “Never cared much for the man, but Jesus just rubbed my g-spot so fucking good.” 

Dean’s jaw dropped. “Uh… We- um- we should get back to work.” His voice was shaky, his words unsure. All the blood in his brain was unavoidably rushing down to his cock. He tugged on his slacks to adjust. 

Y/N pushed the cross further down her delicious body and tapped the tip across her clit. She sucked in a deep breath and grinned. “Should we? Maybe we could just…fuck.” 

With her empty hand, she crooked a finger at Dean who felt compelled by some evil force to make his way to her. He knew the force was just his libido, but was it? 

He floated over the carpet and fell to his knees between hers. She laughed at his dazed expression, and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Her tug brought him closer, her heat made his protests melt.

“You wanna be a naughty boy with me, Dean?” she asked, her voice slow and sultry. 

He nodded, unable to find words. His cock was throbbing, his entire body aching for her. 

“Yeah, you do.” Her legs closed around him and she swept the crucifix across his plump lips. He moaned as her scent flooded his mind. “That’s it… open up.”  His lips parted on command and Y/N pushed the golden relic inside. “Suck.” 

Unable to resist, Dean closed his lips around the cross, feeling the intricately carved figure of Christ rumble across his tongue as she slid it in and out. The taste of her cunt zinged through him and he sucked it down, hungry for every drop. 

While he hummed in hypnotic lust, Y/N opened his pants and guided his cock from his boxers. He moaned as she tapped the thick head against her clit. He shuddered when she took him deep inside. 

“Mmm. The great Dean Winchester just earned himself a one-way ticket back to Hell!” She tucked her heels against his ass and lifted her hips, fucking herself on his thick cock. Her cackle rang through the church and the saints hid their eyes. 

He was in a daze, unable to focus on anything but sucking the cross and the way her cunt felt as she came again and again on his cock. The tightness, wetness of her was overwhelming and he could barely breathe. 

“I think you need to lick something else for a while,” she growled, yanking the cross from his mouth. 

He swayed on his knees and whimpered at the loss. Y/N tossed the cross behind her, done with the precious object. It hit a pew and the resounding clang cleared his head. He looked down at Y/N and saw the blackness overtake her eyes as the demon inside smirked. 

“Y/N?” 

She yanked the priestly collar from his throat and stuffed it in his mouth. “Not Y/N.” 

Anger rushed his system and Dean spat the plastic from his mouth and fell forward. He caught her wrists and pinned them by her head as he crushed the rest of her with his full weight. 

“Get out of her!” 

The demon hissed and struggled. He was still inside of her, she was stuck in every way. “Fuck you, Winchester!”

Dean clenched his teeth and tapped into his memory. 

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas!”

“No!” Her roar stung his ears and she twisted against him. 

“Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!”

“I will eat you alive starting at your feet,” she hissed, “so you can watch yourself be consumed!”

Dean huffed a tired laugh. “Not today, sweetheart. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!"

Black smoke erupted from Y/N’s mouth, filling the air and swirling around them. Lightning crackled inside of it and Dean watched as it rushed through the stained glass above his head. 

Y/N went limp beneath him, her breathing slow, her skin cool. 

“Hey!” He climbed off of her and lifted her head from the floor. “Hey! Come on, baby, wake up.” 

Her eyes fluttered. 

“That’s it, come on. Open your eyes.” 

Her chest rose with a heavy breath and Y/N looked up, smiling into worried green eyes. “Didja kill it?” 

He sighed and kissed her forehead, relieved and furious at the evil he’d endured. “It’s gone.” 

Slowly, she sat up and looked at the mess around them. “Fuck.” 

“Were you…” Dean hesitated a moment, then: “Were you awake for any of that?” 

Y/N shivered. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

He nodded. “So, you were.” 

“Dean?” 

He smiled softly. “Yeah, Y/N?” 

“If you tell anyone about this I will bite your dick off.” 

It was his turn to shiver. “Please don’t talk about eating me.” 

Y/N laughed sadly. “Yeah… good call.” 

“Afternoon,” he said, voice so deep it echoed through the lift and her head. 

She nodded, eyes on his big boots. “Good afternoon, sir.” Her voice was shaky, her heart was racing. 

The doors closed slowly. Soldier Boy moved closer. His towering figure radiated heat; his namesake Vought cologne tickled her nose.  

He cleared his throat. She shivered. 

“Busy day down in the steno pool?”

Y/N rolled her shoulders, standing up straighter and lifting her chin. “I don’t know. I’m not a secretary.” 

He noted the hint of defiance in her tone and huffed smugly. “So what is it that you do, missy?” 

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she replied, then regretted it. He could literally kill her with a snap of his fingers; the best idea wasn’t to correct his out-dated, sexist speech. “I’m-I’m an analyst on the 10th floor. Marketing.”

“Well, look at you.” He chuckled. “So you’re in charge of making all those ridiculous fucking Homelander toys I see around? The fucking… Deep Action Figure with… what is it? Karate chop action? You know, I have a black belt in karate. I chopped down Nazis. I broke through commies like wooden boards. I don’t see that pussy-ass clam muncher chopping anything but dick, you know what I mean?” 

She did not, but she kept her mouth shut and threw a polite smile over her shoulder. “Mhm.”

Soldier Boy licked his lip slowly and her head snapped back around. This gasp was arousal. She was pretty sure about that.  

He stepped up closer and bent down to speak softly into her ear. “Be honest. They still got you making coffee and sucking cock down there, don’t they?” 

“Excuse me? I’m a manager!” More regret. Wider eyes. She spun back around fast and stared at the closed doors, praying the damned elevator would move faster. “S-sorry.” 

The man shifted closer, removing all space between, and pressed his chest into her back. Reaching around, he hit the emergency stop button and the elevator jerked to a halt. Her stomach lurched with it and she dropped her stack of books. 

“You’re a little mouthy thing, aren’t you?” The rumble of his voice passed through his chest into every inch of her. “Luckily you got other things going for you…” Before she could be confused at his words, Soldier Boy closed his arms around her and set both gloved hands on her breasts. Y/N swallowed down a shocked yell. “Two things, actually.” His fingers closed and a strange mix of disgust and arousal jolted through her. “Two nice things.” He laughed and groped her harder, kneading her tits until she moaned. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? Such a little slut.” 

Y/N shook her head to protest, but a hard squeeze pushed the thought away. Maybe she was a slut. Maybe she enjoyed gorgeous, strong, horrible men touching her in elevators at work. Maybe-

“Fuck!” 

While her mind wandered, his hands had too. Soldier Boy tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and hiked it up. The feel of his gloves on her skin was incredible and new; the breaths he left on her neck were intoxicating. Her head rolled back and landed on his shoulder. 

“Oh, you are a slut,” he growled, bucking his hips into her backside. “Nice to know Vought still hires loose women.” 

Anger rushed through her but it faded quickly when the massive hard line of his erection pressed against her. She gasped and moaned, wanting to turn around and fall to her knees. Maybe his power was actually some sort of arousal spell. Maybe- 

Soldier Boy rocked his hips faster and fondled her tits harder. His quips died down, replaced with heavy breaths and the occasional grunt. All Y/N could do was stand there, pinned between his firm body and his giant hands. When his fingers slipped into her bra and tugged her nipples, she nearly came, letting out a long, shuddering moan. 

That did it, apparently. Soldier Boy thrust his hips twice more and grunted loudly. He stilled, forehead dropping to her shoulder for a moment before he whistled and let her go. 

“Damn. Gotta go change my slacks now.” 

Y/N quickly began to fix herself as he pressed the stop button, and then 99. The cables tugged the car back up to the top floor.  

Soldier Boy leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched as she tucked her shirt back in. The wet spot on his pants was obvious, as was the returning erection. 

“Can I interest you in a quick fuck back at my place?” 

His smirk was divine, but there was no way she’d accept his invitation. 

“N-no, thank you. Sir.” 

He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged. “Your loss.” The doors opened and he pushed off the wall. “You know, you start putting out and they’ll move you up to executive secretary faster.” He winked and Y/N cringed. “Maybe… I don’t know, try a little lipstick too.” He looked her over. “Heels, maybe. High. High heels. Really put those gams to work.” 

She had never been more grateful for elevator doors to close in someone’s face.