Born in the wrong generation.

It's a rowdy night at the bar, you're no stranger to nights like this, in fact you look forward to the heavy handed tips the men throw your way. Men splash ale on one another, women giggle and dance with each other, or in the arms of drunken men hoping to see the underside of their skirts. A few brawls break out but are quickly broken up by the owner and his son, Charles. Two level headed business men who refuse to partake in the drink, after spending most of their life in a tavern surrounded by babbling idiots. Just a typical night, you wouldn't have it any other way.

The height of the night is upon you and a group of four men walk in, one is quite small, one quite large, one a bit older, and one a redhead. They're clearly from around here, as the older one motions to a group and the table dispurses in an instant. Though they don't seem familiar to yourself, they're obviously recognized by the townsfolk. The tall red headed man, peers over towards the bar and eyes you, he does a double take as you're pouring two cups of ale and smiles devilishly in your direction.

Your eyes dart back and forth from the cups to the curious man, as you hand the ale to the women before you, when you notice him heading your way. Wiping your hands on your dress you smile and nod to him.

“What can I git ya, Mr..”

“Fraser, James Fraser.”

He extends his hand out and you shake it with a smile.

“What can I git ya, Mr.Faser?” You ask again.

“If you'd be so kind, a pale of your finest brew, for my lads.” He asks smiling.

“Of course,” you nod politely. “Four glasses?” You ask.

“Ah, pretty and astute.” He says.

“Pardon?” You say with a grin.

You load up a tray with cups and a pale of ale before him.

“It warms me to know my lands are not completely barren of bonny lasses like yeslef.” He winks, leaning against the bar.

“My lord!” You clatter the cups upon the tray, attempting to bow before the lord from behind the bar.

“Ay, no need to stand on ceremony for me, I am but a simple man, honored to be in the company of a beautiful woman…. It should be me who is bowing.”

He steps back and takes a slight bow before you. You feel your cheeks redden as a giggle erupts from within you as you clasp your hand over your chest.

“You're too kind, my lord. Please, enjoy the night and the spirits, on the house.” You reply gleefully.

“I appreciate it lass, although it will only be my men enjoying the drink tonight.”

You shoot him a puzzled look.

“While I appreciate your generosity, it is only the purest Scottish whisky I partake in these days.”

He winks devilishly at you before taking the tray in his hand and heading back over to the table with his men.

You wrack your brain thinking of where Charles and his father kept the good liquor. Normally the townsfolk couldn't dream of being able to afford a cup of pure Scottish whisky, nevermind get drunk off it. Thus, the owners kept a small stash of it in the back for occasions just as these.

You rush to the back of the alehouse and scan the dusty shelves lined with barrels of drink, mostly quickly brewed ale, what most of the townsfolk can afford. Peering in the darkened room, you spy two small glass bottles on the highest shelf. Peering around the room you spy a crate and hold your skirts up as you reach for the bottles. The crate beneath your foot lets out a large crack and you gasp gripping the dingy shelf tighter. It holds strong, as you retrieve the bottle and nestle it into the folds of your skirts while walking back out to the bar.

The lights and sounds hit you as you step from the darkness; the lord's eyes catching you and you smile. Peering around the room, you attempt to make your way back to the bar. You grab a whisky glass, dust it off and dry it before uncorking the bottle of whisky, its aroma fills your nose with delightful notes of amber and woods. You fill a glass and quickly slip the bottle away under the bar away from the patrons view. Placing the glass upon a tray amongst some other cups of ale, you make your way over to Lord Frasers table.

His men are loud in conversation and do little to acknowledge your presence. Lord Fraser grins wildly at you, and you return the smile as you place the glass of whisky in front of him. He peers down at the glass, doing another double take as his thick head of red locks tousle. You quickly disappear into the crowd before saying a word.

Behind the bar, Charles bustles about tending to patrons.

“Where have you been!?” He demands.

“I'm sorry, Charles, Lord Fraser and his men are seated over there and I thought it well to deliver a gift to his table.”

Charles slams the empty ale cups on the bar and peers around the bar.

“Ay, Lord Fraser you say?” He asks.

“Yes, he…he's right over there.” You say pointing in his direction.

The red headed lord looks over his shoulder seeing you point towards him and gives a faint wave. You smile and settle back on your feet, Charles sneering at your interaction with the lord.

“Ay, must go pay my respects I suppose.”

Charles bounds from behind The bar and barges his way through the crowded tavern. You pour drinks for the men in front of you, their eyes barely open with intoxication.

Charles approaches the lord and slaps him firmly on the shoulder. Lord Fraser stands and shakes Charles’ hand. Their conversation is unheard, but the Lord points toward you and smiles. He shows his whisky glass to Charles and you drop your gaze as you pour more ale cups for the customers approaching the bar.

Moments later Charles reappears behind the bar.

“Offering whiskey to the Lord was a good move, …he says he'll recommend the tavern to all who ask!”

You smile coyly as you wipe the clean glass in your hand.

“Ay, hurry and put that bottle back before a drunk sees it, and a brawl breaks out over it though, eh?”

You nod and secretly snatch the bottle of whiskey from under the bar, hiding it again in the folds of your skirts and hurry back down the darkened hallway towards the back of the alehouse.

You rush as you hear the roar of men and know you should hurry to return to the bar. In the darkened room you reach up, stepping to reach the highest shelf, when your full weight settels on the crate, a loud creak sounds from under your foot. You freeze, instantly remembering the uncertainty of the crate from earlier. The bottle is almost on the shelf as you carefully reach just a bit higher.

‘CRAAACK’

But its too late and you feel the crate give way. You shield your face with your arms as you prepare for the hard ground below you. You hear the smash of the whisky bottle but feel the padded landing of nothing compared to a hard floor. It takes you only a moment to realize you haven't hit the ground at all, but have fallen into the arms of… you peer up spying his vibrant blue eyes and shaggy red hair. Even in the dark, his features are flawless.

“My lord!” You gasp.

He eases you down on the ground and you stand close to him between the narrow shelves.

“Ay, are you alright lass?” He asks in a low gruff tone with a smirk.

“...I…Yes, thank you.. my Lord..” you say breathless, taken aback.

His hand reaches up and brushes your stray hairs from your face, gently tucking them behind your ear. Your breath catches in your throat at his touch. He's standing so close to you, holding your face in his hands.

“...My Lord..” you manage to squeeze out of your tight chest.

He brushes a finger over your lips.

“Shhh… Jamie, please call me Jamie.” He says with a smile.

You exhale quickly, your pulse quickens and your mind races, trying to comprehend what is happening.

“Tell me lass, would you do me the honors of allowing me…to…I would very much like to..to kiss you?”

You swallow hard, your core burning hearing his words. Your breath quickens yet again as you gasp slightly.

He searches for an answer in your eyes, cradling your face in his hands, his face slowly turns to terror.

“I'm…I'm so sorry lass, this was…”

“Yes!” You force yourself to speak quickly.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you. Slowly, he brushes his lips against yours. Gently caressing your jaw, he draws your face up towards his. Then harder he presses, his tongue gently grazing your mouth. He takes his time exploring your plump wet lips; softly grazing his teeth against them. Finally, he cocks his head, and his mouth devours yours. You moan into him, his hands gently gripping your neck lapping at your tongue.Your hands slide up under his coats and he quickly sheds them. His blunt finger tips trail down your neck, over your chest and pluck at the ties of your dress. He prys them from each intricate hole, as his mouth devours yours.

With the last lace your dress, your breast's spring free and he holds you firmly by the waist as he takes in full view of them before him. Your hips grind against his as you both stand gasping, wide eyed. His hand reaches to palm your breast, but pauses;

“…Would it be alright…; his hand shaking as he speaks. “..For me to touch you?..”

Your own hands creep along his large muscular torso, up to his collar where you carefully unbutton his shirt. Staring at his broad sculpted chest, you trail your fingers down his pecs, your fingers tracing the indents in his abs.

“…You may touch me…anywhere you please.” You reply shakily.

His rough hands squeeze your breasts, you take a sharp inhale. His fingers press into your soft sensitive skin, gently rubbing your nipples between his fingers as you moan.

His stomach covered with a thin layer of sweat as his chest huffs up and down, admiring you. You release him from your touch and reach behind your back to loosen the straps of your corset. It drops to the ground at your feet and the front of your blouse falls, exposing your skin to the cool damp air. His hands grip your hips, softly at first, then diggin his fingertips harder in your skin. He reaches down and lifts you by your ass up against the wall, pinning you as he buries his face within your breasts.

He kisses them softly, trailing his mouth down your stomach and back up, taking your nipples in his mouth and sucking eagerly at them. You gasp with pleasure, running your fingers through his thick head of hair. He grunts against your soft skin, his stubble rubbing you raw as he’s lapping, and sucking, and kissing the soft supple tits in his face.

You moan against him, panting breathlessly, before exploding with a sudden shout of pleasure. His teeth sink into the sensitive skin around your nipple, he pulls his head back taking it in his mouth again and sucks hard. It ignites a new sensation in your core, aching against him.

Suddenly, the door flings open, light rushing in shining perfectly upon the two of you, you gasp. Prying your faces from one another, he cranes his head and does his best to shelter you from the light peeking in.

“What in the bloody hell, is going on in here!?” Booms Charles voice.

Charles spies Jamie's piercing blue eyes staring back at him, seething with lust and anger..

“…My Lord, forgive me…” Charles stutters.

“Aye, close the door, this lass deserves proper privacy!” Jamie bellows back.

The door shuts abruptly and Jamie drops you to the ground gently.

“My..sincere apologies, lass..” he says breathlessly.

He kisses you hungrily again and you pull him against you, savoring his taste; the warmth of whisky, amber and wood, with the heat of lust and hunger. With his hands firmly on your waist, he prays himself from you and stares down longingly in your eyes.

“We…should probably get out of here..” he says in a huff.

“Jamie, no!” You plead, urgently. “You can’t, please!…don’t stop now!” You beg, pushing against him.

He grunts with your forcefulness, pinned between you and the wall, you stare up at him pleading with your eyes to him. He shoots you an apologetic look, eyeing the door.

“…Lass…” he says, stroking your hair softly.

You stand against one another still panting.

“Jamie!” You moan against his damp skin.

You pepper kisses across his chest, you are not about to let him leave, not now! Quickly, you decide to do something that would force him to stay. Something he couldn’t refuse to deny, nor could any man.

You peer down at his stomach, quivering a bit, eagerly undoing his belt and the front of his trousers. You pry them open, carefully grabbing his cock in your hand and pull it out from the layers of fabric. He groans at your touch, and you kneel down in front of him.

His cock; slowly growing stiffer and longer, in the grasp of your small warm hand. You feel the wetness slick and hot between your legs. Peering up with hunger in your eyes, you lick your lips and gently press his warm tip to your lips. You shoot your tongue out, wrapping his head in your warm mouth and peer back up at him.

“Shall we leave?…” You ask in a hushed voice.

“Christ lass, don’t stop now!” He cries, tilting his head back.

You wrap your wet lips around his pushing tip, swirling your tongue around him with a gentle tug. Your hand stroking him as you wetten his shaft with your mouth inch by inch. You have him right where you want him.

The sun over the road is piercing directly down, and you shift a bit while peeling your coat off and placing it on the floor at your feet. Dean smiles and eyes you a bit, as you shimmy from the passengers side seat. He whistles and you shoot him a sly smirk before leaning back against the seat and pulling your phone out to see if Sam has texted you. The radio belts out some 70’s rock music as Dean taps his finger against the steering wheel.

You drop your phone beside you on the seat and stare anxiously out the window beside you.

“I don’t know how you guys can do this all the time..” You say almost to yourself as you watch the silver trail of side rails fly by the window.

“What? You used to do it right alongside us!” Dean says, peering over towards you.

“No, not the hunting..” You say still looking out at the racing pavement. “These long ass drives to and from the hunt.” You answer after a sigh. “It's so long and…boring really.” You tell him, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Nah, come on, its not that bad.” Dean smirks while his hand drops to your thigh giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re just going soft on us, momma.”

You snicker a bit and roll your eyes as you watch him; one arm out on the wheel, the other placed firmly on your thigh as you speed down the highway beside him.

How many times you had pictured this very image in your mind, how many times you rode beside him trying to suppress the feelings you had towards him as he sat unknowingly, beside you. More times than not, regretting how badly you knew Sam would feel if he ever got wind that you looked at his big brother in some of the same ways you looked at him.

So much time had passed now, you wondered if things could be different between you and the brothers…

“Why don’t we stop for some grub, huh?” Dean interrupts your thoughts.

Dean pulls off the side of the highway and aimlessly drives down the unfamiliar roads in search of some food. You peer down at your phone hesitating to text Sam yet again, letting him know you’re stopping for food. You peer up for a moment spying a ‘Chik-fil-a’.

“Oh stop here! Please, I love this place!” You say giddy.

Dean turns in and strolls through the parking lot as you lock your phone. He shifts the car into park and steps out onto the hot pavement.

“God, I could really go for a cigarette..” You say quietly, flopping your purse strap up over your shoulder.

“Don’t you dare! …You know how gross that tastes?” He asks coldly.

“Oh come on, you loved it.” You say with a hushed giggle.

“..Would've been even better if your mouth didn’t taste like an ashtray.” He says opening the door for you, watching your ass as you walk past him.

Inside there's a long line swirling through the lobby to the front of the counter.

“Jesus, people and their fried chicken, huh?” He asks, peering around over the long-formed line.

“It’s like, the best fried chicken you’ll ever have…” You tell him happily.

He shoots you a disapproving look.

“Well, fast food fried chicken anyway…” You add peering up at his sparkling green eyes.

You grab him by his huge hand and lead him over to the line and read off the choices from the menu you think he'd like.

“Yeah, sure, get all of it..” he says, stirring in place a bit.

“All of it! Thats a lot of fucking food, even for you Dean!” You say with a smirk.

“Yeah well… Snacks for later..” he says while his eyes dart in every direction around him.

“Dean relax…” You try to calm him.

“...There's too many damn people around. This is why I hate these stupid food chain joints!” He says still peering around the crowd.

“...I can’t do this, you just order whatever and bring it out to the car.” He says, handing you his stolen credit card.

“No!” You say peering up disapprovingly at him.

“Come on,” he pleads, pressing the card against your hand.

“I won't be able to carry it all by myself!” You protest. “The line will move quickly, come on it's not that bad.” You say slipping your arm in through his.

You watch as his huge broad shoulders tense up as his gaze darts around the room. You squeeze his hand a bit and his eyes shoot down to you. He smiles coyly and wraps his fingers around your hand, relaxing a bit.

“If you can slay monsters….” you say quietly against his chest, “..You can deal with a crowded room of people..”

You feel him shake a bit with a chuckle, and he squeezes your hand again.

You order two meals at the counter and he grabs the tray with a scowl as you lead him over to an empty table in the lobby. You hand him his chicken sandwich and he unwraps it; unamused, rolling his eyes as he takes the first bite. You watch him, trying to bite back your smirk as you see his eyes pop up to you as he starts chewing happily.

“Well, goddamn..!” He says, with his mouth full.

“I know, right!?” You say allowing the smile to grow across your face.

He chuckles, taking another bite and you eagerly begin to dive into your own sandwich.

~~~~

Soon, you’ve both devoured the amazing fried chicken sandwiches and make a stop in the bathroom before heading back out to head home. You stare towards the mirror fixing your hair on top of your head in a bun, and search through your purse for a piece of gum, or mint, or anything to make your mouth not taste like fried chicken…and cigarettes. All you come up with is a travel size bottle of kids bubblegum mouthwash and decide, it's better than nothing. You take a mouthful and swish it around a bit before spitting into the sink and adjusting your shirt and jacket again before walking back outside.

Dean waits, leaning against ‘baby’ as you stride towards him with a smile. He eyes you devilishly, as you strut slowly towards him, swaying your hips a bit more than usual. You approach him and cock your head to the side watching him eye you before peering down into your purse. He watches you as you pull out the almost new pack of cigarettes and hand them to him.

“Here…no more ashtray mouth.. I promise.” You say pressing them into his big hand.

He stares down at the little red carton and smiles, quickly glancing back up watching you inch away towards your side of the car, and reaches out catching your arm with his. He pulls you back towards him and grips you by your waist, setting his big plump pink lips on yours. You reach up and caress his strong broad neck with your hands, while sucking at his thick velvety tongue in your mouth. He pulls away with a curious look on his face.

“Is that..bubblegum?” He asks through a snicker.

You allow a laugh to spill from your mouth as you break from his grasp and trail around the front of the car and open the door.

“Not bad.. " he says from the driver's seat. He leans in beside you.

“You uh, gunns let me taste it again?..” he says, reaching for your face with his huge hand and pulls you towards him.

You press against his chest, leaning into him and he groans happily beneath you.

“So, how about that rain check…” He says with a thick smirk as you push him away.

“I’m sure ‘baby’ has had her fair share of romantic encounters.” You tease him, “Besides, car sex is the worst.”

“It’s not that bad, it's actually pretty roomy back there..” he says nodding towards the back seat.

“Oh good!... Just add another reason not to! You say sarcastically. “...Just another notch on your dash!”

“Please, like I would do that to ‘baby’.” He says low with a smirk.

You smile a bit peering at your phone in your hand reading 1:23pm on the screen.

“That, and I’de probably have run out room already….” He adds licking his lips seductively with a chuckle.

You reach over and playfully jab him in the thigh with a scowl on your face.

“Uhg, Dean! Gross!” You tell him through clenched teeth.

“Oh, come on, it's a little funny..” he adds, still chuckling.

You roll your eyes and purposely ignore his hand extended out towards you to hold.

“Really, Y/N?” He says reaching out to grab your hand again. “...Stop it! Come here..”

You cross your arms stubbornly and look out your window, side eyeing him a bit as he sighs and retracts his hand finally.

Dean huffs before starting the engine and rolling out of the parking lot heading back towards the highway.

‘I refuse to be a notch on your dash, Dean Winchester… …run out of room already, jesus christ… …like I'm just any other booty call… I'll show you…

Looking over at the man who's made your chest tight and your legs weak for far too long. His perfectly chiseled jaw and neck bulged over his huge strong broad shoulders. He's so goddamn handsome, you can't even stay mad at him as he stares out the window in front of him, unbenounced to the devilish idea brewing in your mind.

“...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way…” Dean adds peering through his rear mirrors as he merges.

You peer over to him with a softened look and wait for him to meet your look. He turns his head a few times from the road and back to you, a smile growing wide across his face.

“What?” He says completely clueless.

You scoot over towards him trying to hide your grin from his view. You glide your hand up under his shirt, across his huge chiseled chest…

“..Hey, oh…

You caress his neck tenderly, peppering hot wet kisses along his broad neck and shoulder.

“Aw shit, Y/N..” he grunts, sucking a deep breath in.

You suck a bit at the nape of his neck moaning against his skin.

“I’m not a notch, am I?” You ask teasing a bit.

He hums a bit with laughter for a second before replying.

“You’re something alright..”

You gently bite his soft skin against his shoulder and he winces. You continue to press a soft kiss against his bite mark and trail more kisses up his neck under his ear.

“What am I to you Dean?” You ask in a ragged whisper in his ear.

“You’re fucking perfect..” He says before turning towards you and colliding his lips with your for a second.

You pull back in fear he must be swerving and look out towards the road. You trail more hot wet kisses up and down his neck, lapping at his ear lobe a bit as he groans happily.

“...Do I need to pull over?..” He huffs leaning in against you.

“Uh, uh…” You groan against him. “..Don’t you dare… Just don’t kill us..” You add trailing your hand down to his waist.

Dean groans happily as you pluck your mouth from his neck and gently pry open the front of his jeans. He adjusts his pants and scoots down a bit while you gently pull back his taunt cotton boxers and his huge hard cock springs free. He grunts a bit as you take it in your hand and run your tongue across the top of it, you hear him hum happily as you wrap your hand around his pulsing shaft and circle your tongue around him. You wrap your lips around him and suck him into the back of your mouth, Dean's hand reaches down and caresses the back of your head.

You bob up and down with your mouth and hand running your tongue up and down his huge hard shaft.

“Uhhg, Y/N!” He grunts above you.

You move faster stroking and lapping at him under you, growing wet with anticipation that one wrong move and you'd both be toast, going 80+ down the highway.

You feel him tense as he enjoys the pleasure you're giving him. You pick up your pace and coil your hot wet tongue around him as he thrusts up towards you, almost ready to explode down your throat. You flick his pulsating tip with your tongue as you stroke him as fast as you can. He thrusts up towards you, grabbing at your bun as you suck eagerly feeling the warm white milky substance burst from his tip. You keep your head over him, still stroking as he bursts between your lips exploding with moans and groans from above. You finally sit back a bit breathless and he beams a giant grin at you.

“Are you kidding me?” He says through heavy breaths.

You wipe at your mouth sure you're covered in…everything currently.

“I was missing out on that all these years?!” He says a bit louder, adjusting his pants and pressing the gas all the way to the floor.

“Oh my God, Dean!” You say bracing yourself against the seat.

“Oh no…I uhg… I need to taste that pussy…” he says with a giant grin as he speeds down the highway weaving through cars.

You lean your head back against the seat cackling to yourself as you watch the speed gage hit 90, 100, 110, while he seamlessly weaves through cars, vans, trucks, and 18 wheelers. He spies the next exit and hits the exit ram, still going 80.

You grip his thigh with your hand and laugh against him as his eyes dart across the road looking for a hotel, motel, anything he can take you to and lay you down in.

“...You sure, it's still a hard no to the backseat?” He asks.

You giggle leaning against your door as he pulls into a hotel parking lot.

“I always thought back roads were kind of romantic…” You say through fits of laughter spilling from you.

“Really!?” he asks, surprised.

Not waiting for a reply, Dean speeds off towards a darkened ‘dead end’ and backs into it.

You hop over the back seat leaning up against the back passenger's side door, still giggling as you take off your jacket, boots, and jeans. Dean jumps out from the driver's seat and throws his jacket in on the front seat before shutting the front door.

He opens the back door and grins at you, before standing up and making sure no one else is around. Just the trees and nature on that dirt road, to hear the screams Deans about to pry from you.

He then climbs in towards you and shuts the door behind himself as he holds himself hovering over your half naked body. He meets his lips with yours and you eagerly swallow down his flavor as you caress your hands up against his face, down his neck, and through his hair.

“You sure you're okay with this?..” he asks in a low gruff voice.

“Well…no..but I guess it’ll have to do now wont it?” You say grinding against him.

He pulls his face away from yours and nestles it down in the crook of your neck. A heavy sigh comes from him as you caress the back of his head while his eyes meet yours meaningfully.

“Y/N…it doesn't have to be like this..” he says softly.

You reach up and caress his soft jaw where the stubble is growing in.

“Dean, I wouldn’t have hopped in the back if I didn't want this..” You say softly against his lips, still stroking his strong brave jaw.

He captures your lips in his mouth and tenderly devours you. You climb over his lap and straddle him, plucking his gray tee up over his head. Dean's lips trailing down your cheek, neck, shoulders, and chest. His hand slides up under your tank top and he gently grazes his huge rough fingertips against your soft belly, then around to the back of your bra.

“Y/N…” He groans against you. “Just say the word and I’ll stop..okay?”

You hold his face in your little hands and peer into his eyes as you nod. But you know there is just about nothing in this world that will make you want to stop. The feeling of this giant amazing perfect man you're sitting half naked on top of, who you've longed and lusted for, for so long…no way in hell are you letting him stop…

You grind against his lap and he groans as your tongues combine. His huge hot fingertips pluck the dainty black bra down off your shoulders and his warm calloused palms begin kneading at your sensitive breasts. Your hands caress around the back of his neck and gently comb through his hair. His mouth trails down your neck and begins lapping and pressing soft hot kisses on your hard pink nipples as you groan above him, clutching at his head while you gasp.

You feel his hand softly creeping down your stomach and between your thighs while his tongue circles around your breast still. His huge fingers rub gently against the thin fabric between your legs and you moan out as his touch ignites a fire within your core.

“Jesus, you're soaked Y/N…” He says with a devilish smile.

Dean plucks the thin damp fabric of your lace undies and you feel the iron hot touch of his fingertips against your wet aching core. You bite back your lip and his mouth reaches up to yours, capturing your moans as he gently slips his fingertips in between your slick folds.

“Dean!” You moan against him with a huff.”

“I love it when you say my name.” He says, smiling against your lips before you pull away, arching your back; forcing his fingers in deeper.

He curls his fingers up into you, in and out as you moan louder. Dean grips your ass and holds you still against his lap as he steadily glides his hand in and out against your sensitive bud.

“God damn, you are so sexy, you know that?” Dean groans between kisses.

You feel your stomach coil and tighten as your high begins to rush through you so quickly. You brace your hands against his shoulders digging your nails into his damp soft skin as you vibrate in pleasure on top of him.

“That's it momma, cum for me…” He says in a husky tone.

After waiting so long for this to happen, you can’t allow it to be over so fast. You don’t ever want this feeling to stop, but Dean's fingers pry your high from you regardless of how hard you try to fight it.

“FUCK DEAN!” You yell out.

You cling against him, your breasts against his face as your insides swirl with intense pleasure while he fingers you to your edge.

“STOP!” You cry out abruptly.

Dean pulls you back as you moan against him. His face; ridden with worry and regret as you capture your mouth with his.

“Stop?!” He asks breathless.

“I..I don’t want…” He clutches your waist in his huge knuckles.

“I don’t want to cum yet…” you say in a ragged voice panting.

He smiles and flips you onto your back against the seat of ‘baby’, you reach down and eagerly try and pluck his hard cock from his pants as he leans over you planting hot heavy kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“Well, I do..” He whispers against you.

His pulsing member in your hand ready for you as he presses a long gentle kiss on your lips, he pulls the wet cotton of your panties aside again and gently presses his huge hot tip against your entrance. You groan against him, gripping the soft back part of his neck, your eyes flutter as you feel him, pressing within you. Dean captures your mouth with his and sucks the moans escaping your throat as he presses himself completely inside you. You grind up against him already feeling the pleasure coiling up again in your stomach as you moan against him.

“Y/N!” Dean groans against you.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes in the front seat of your pants pocket.

You wrap your legs around Dean who leans down against you as your stomach flutters and your legs quiver. You pant against each other in a sweaty heap in the back seat while your phone rings out.

“Let it ring!” Dean groans.

(Finn!) You think to yourself as you push him off of you with a sigh and reach over the seats scrambling for your phone.

Dean reluctantly sits up panting when you see Sams name flashed on the screen. You swallow hard before putting the phone to your ear…

“Hello!” You say swallowing back a huff.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I just…

Your mind races, unsure of what you're hearing…

"Sam?..." you ask swallowing back the breathlessness in your voice

“...Y/N…Finns gone!”

~~~~

Massachusetts 7 years ago.

Nannie..

Behind the bird, you spy two large figures dressed in casual clothes approaching you and your sister. You cast your puffy face down, trying to keep the visitors from seeing your face, but your sister catches a good look and informs you that ‘two tall sexy men’ are walking directly towards the two of you. After a brief moment of panic, you quickly realize; it's no strangers.

You wipe at your face, sniffling the crying voice back down your throat, trying to compose yourself as best you can while Jenni seductively tosses her hair back over her shoulders and adjusts her big new fake boobs. Sam and Dean tower above the two of you as they creep closer. You decide now is not the time to make a bigger deal than you’re sure Jenni already will, so you carefully reach for Sam and hug him before he has much of a chance to see your tear streaked red face.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” Sam mumbles quietly against your head.

You try desperately to blink back the tears that are welling up in your eyes yet again and pull back before wiping at your face with a forced smile.

“It's alright..” you tell him sniffling. “..She's not suffering anymore so..” you take a deep sigh and try to nod reassuringly in their direction.

Jenni elbows you a bit, stirring anxiously staring up at the two men before her. You cast her a glare before turning back towards them and clear your throat a bit.

“Sam, Dean, this is my sister Jenni…” You tell them through a strained fake pleasant voice. “Jenni, this is my…Sam and Dean… Who I lived with out in Kansas…” you tell her with a warning look.

Jenni reaches out and shakes both their hands with fluttering flirty eyes as you try your best to hide the eye roll on your face. Dean scoffs a laugh as he eyes Jenni up and down a few times, and you stir anxiously watching your sister show off her new boobs to the boys.

“...Now I see why you stayed out in Kansas..”, she tells you with a saucy grin, eyeing the boys.

You suck your cheeks in against your teeth before shaking your head as you watch your mother stumble over towards the group.

Sam notices your eyes gloss over in fear as your mom walks towards you, Sam turns his head with you, spying the thin lady with sunken cheeks, carrying her black heels flung over her shoulder towards him. He peers back at you with a grin before back towards her and extending his arm out to her.

“...Mrs. Y/L/N, Hi! I’m Sam, it's nice to finally meet you.” He says calmly, addressing her.

You mom stops; eyeing the tall man before her, his hand outstretched towards her.

“...The fuck?...Who?!..” She asks with a scowl on her face.

“Mom!” You spat towards her.

She peers at you through thin slitted eyes, wavering in place as she sizes up Sam.

“This is Sam! Who I stayed with in Kansas, you’ve talked to him on facetime countless times..” you tell her coldly.

“Oh!” She says with an eye roll, “Well excuse me! Hi Sam! Nice to finally meet ya!” She says still not shaking his hand.

She waveres in place for a few moments, watching you and Sam stand before her, your face stricken with horror and embarrassment, while Sam politely smiles.

You flash Sam an apologetic look, Dean and Jenni in their own conversation on the other side of you, presumably about Jenni’s new boobs or something pathetic.

“Well, Sam…” You mom says dropping her hand holding her heels to her side. “Can I bum a smoke?” She asks nonchalantly.

“Mom! He doesn’t smoke, you know this!..” You tell her with a warning tone in your voice.

Sam smiles anxiously towards you and tries to reassure your mother he has none before she disregards him completely and informs you she’s heading off downtown for the evening. You smile your best fake face towards her as she waltzes off, wavering back and forth as she does.

You sigh a deep breath of relief as Sam turns towards you with a snicker.

“I’m so sorry…about her…she's…”

“No! Don’t apologize, I know… I mean, I get it..” Sam tries to reassure you.

You shake your head a bit peering up at his glimmering green eyes as he smiles back down at you.

“Yeah…We’re kind of a three ring circus over here..” you tell him with a disappointed look. “...Kind of why I never brought you here…” You add.

“Oh, come on, it's not that bad…” He tells you with another smile.

You cross your arms over your chest and dramatically cast your look over to Jenni and Dean who are getting along far better than they should be, especially at a funeral!

“Yeah… sure…” You tell Sam with a faint smile.

The two of you pace slowly towards the road lined with fewer cars than earlier, catching up on details from each other's lives over the past three months. Neither of you daring to utter any mentioning of the fall out, break up, the end of whatever it was you both never cared to put a label on… or dared to. Regardless, you both knew to stare clear of the subject. You informed him on law and order reruns and doctor’s visits while he informed you of hunts he and Dean had successfully taken care of; ghouls, a coven of witches, vampires and the like.

Finally after some very slow walking towards your car, he finally dared to mention the unmentionable.

“I should have come with you..” Sam says with a huff shoving his hands deep into his jean pockets.

“Sam, it's fine..It wouldn't have changed anything..” You tell him peering down towards the pavement.

“I know but… I should have been here for you..” he says, while you avoid his look.

“It’s fine, I’m a big girl..” You say staring off in the distance.

He blinks rapidly as you finally meet his eye, and your breath catches in your throat a bit knowing he feels to blame for the wedge that was created while you two were apart.

“I belong here..” you tell him regretfully, watching his eyes fall a bit, confirming his greatest fear.

“..I’ve got my mom to look after, and… I gotta figure out what I’m doing with Nannies stuff and the house…” You tell him apologetically.

Sam stares back off into the distance over your car, wiping his huge hand across his mouth as he shakes his head understanding your words…

You’re not coming back.

“I’m sorry Sam.” you tell him with a heavy sigh. “..You didn’t deserve…”

Dean's voice booms from across the cemetery cutting you off.

“Sammy!” he shouts, pacing swiftly towards the two of you.

Dean leans over the top of ‘baby’ looking towards you and Sam. He clears his throat a bit then smirks as his gaze steadies on you.

“So, when ya’ coming home?” He asks all too joyfully.

You blink a long regrettable pause and open your eyes peering back up at Sam. His look reassures you he understands the answer, but it doesn't make the words any less difficult to get out.

His back muscles strain as he hovers gently over your body. You feel him ready and willing against your inner thigh. Reaching up gently, you stroke softly; his spiky stubble along his cheek and exhale heavily as you stare into his deep blue eyes.

“(Y/N)” He groans low as he pants heavily still watching you squirm beneath him.

“I want you…and I'm ready…” you tell him grinding your core up towards him with a deep breath and harsh swallow.

His lips meet yours again and you release all your body's tension beneath him as he closes the gap between the two of you. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls away again. He strokes a stray piece of hair from your face as your chest heaves waiting for him to take you; to fully engulf himself within you.

Your core quivers as his hand runs down your check, neck, across your breasts and nipples; which are fully erect from his touch. His hand trails down the front of you; from your rib cage, down across your stomach. His hand inches slowly closer down towards your waist, across your soft mound, finally stopping at the aching entrance of your core.

“Mmmmm” He grumbles lowly into your ear, feeling your wetness against his fingertips.

You bite back a gasp in your mouth as his touch ignites a fire within you. His face meets yours again as he lines himself up with you. His pulsating cock twitching to feel your wet walls wrapped around him.

With your mouth a gap and his steady movements, his forehead meets your mouth and you wrap your arms around his neck as he gently begins pressing in against your soaking folds.

You groan out feeling him slide within you finally.

“Jamie!” You cry feeling his tip enter you.

He holds back, making sure to take his time to slowly open you as he presses deeper.

He sucks at your throat as he presses deeper, one thrust at a time deeper within you. His cock pressing between your folds and opening you further with each thrust.

You moan out again, and he stops meeting your eye again.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks in his thick accent.

You smile up at him. Pulling him closer wrapping your legs around his round little ass. You swallow back the words as you pull him closer and he looks down at your body, curving up towards him as he quickly lines himself again back up with you, and presses back firmly within your core. He jolts your body as he slams into you. Once, twice, three times before your eyes roll back in your head and you finally allow the roll of ecstasy to wash over your body.

“Yes!” You cry out against him.

He smiles down at you; thrusting again, back into you, as your body jolts beneath him.

“Harder!” You groan. Pulling at his neck as he obeys your wish and slams in against you.

You feel the waves rising up from your legs washing over you as he continues to slam impossibly inside you. Your breath is uncountable as your gut clenches and you arch yourself up against him.

“Right…There!” You cry as he thrusts and you hear his breath catch in his throat before releasing his tension against your entrance. Smiling against you as his high becomes unavoidable. You both pant against each other as the waves wash over you both and you feel yourself come undone beneath him. His movements sporadic and unjust as he empties himself inside you and slumps over against your damp body beneath him.

Kansas, 7 years ago

Dean drives you to the airport while Sam sits in the back, holding your hand and rubbing his huge thumb across your knuckles, while you stare blankly out the window.

“She's a strong lady, Y/N…she's gonna pull through. Don’t sweat it.”

His reassuring words hang heavy in the air as you avoid looking at him. Your body seems completely numb beside him, as you watch the cracked pavement fly by out the window. You sit quietly beside him, as Dean slows and pulls up to the front of the airport. Sam pecks a kiss on your head and hops out, grabbing your bags from the trunk.  You sniffle a bit and scootch over to get out; when Dean's hand grabs yours from the front seat.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay…don’t be so hard on yourself, everyone goes someway or another.” He tells you quietly in a sincere tone. “With you by her side, I don’t think today's her day…” He adds peering back at you with his bright green eyes.

You flash him a faint smile and he holds your hand tighter. 

“...Do what you’ve gotta do, we’re not going anywhere...” he tells you, casting a knowing look through his squinted eyes.

You bite back your bottom lip and step out from the car, grabbing your backpack from Sam and heading into the airport. 

Sam tries his best to support you in any way he can, but like during most life crises in your life, you’ve learned to zone out pretty well and don’t respond to most of it.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I should be coming with you..”

“It’s fine Sam, I’ll be alright, besides what would Dean do without you?” You tell him with a faint smirk.

He chuckles a bit meeting your eye and you turn away with a heavy dazed gaze across your solemn face.

“I put your phone on airplane mode, remember how to take it off?” He asks you for about the third time.

“Yup.” You tell him plainly.

“Let me know, as soon as you’ve landed okay?” 

“I will.” 

“I'm so sorry Y/N…” He says embracing you in his giant warm familiar arms. You breathe in a faint breath of him while your eyes brim with tears, but otherwise; just stand there as he holds you for a long moment. 

“I’ll be right here when you get back..” Sam tells you sincerely, still holding your little limp body against his. 

He finally lets go, and you peer up into his hazy green eyes filled with sorrow and sadness for you. 

“I’ll come get you if I have to!” He says with a snicker trying to lighten the mood.

You wipe at your damp eyes and press your forehead against his chest wrapping one arm around his waist and swallowing a thick lump in your throat down.

“Y/N… I…I lo….”

“I know, Sam..” You tell him coldly, cutting him off.

You release him with a final breath of his warm musky smell in your lungs and turn towards the boarding doors without looking back.

~~~~

Three months later to the day, you sat on the side of her bed running your fingers through her thin white hair as she took her last breath smiling up at you. When you arrived three months earlier, you'd had no idea what you were in for, or what was to come. In such a short amount of time, from the moment you walked in the door; you knew life as it was would never be the same. It started when you unlocked her pale green door, using the key under the flower pot she kept by the door; your mother standing over the mail desk she kept by the doorway, rummaging through the tall stacks of mail for her own mothers social security checks. 

She was just as shocked as you were, when you dropped your bags with a thud as she spun around to face you with a gasp. She would have gotten away with it too if you hadn't been so well trained in identifying liars and snakes for the past year. Regardless of her reason for needing the checks, she wasn’t your main concern and you quickly dropped the subject as you paced down the hall towards Nanna. She sat up in bed with a half smile on her face watching the news channel when you sat beside her and blocked her view.

“Y/N!” she cried out with a gasp as you reached down to hug her frail little body.  

She was never a large woman, but you could tell she lost a significant amount of weight in the year you were gone.

“Nannie!” You grumbled through her hair as you held tightly to her. 

“What on earth are you doing here, my dear?” She asked with a bright half smile. 

Clearly the stroke had left half her body unresponsive, and her crooked smile made you want to burst with tears, but you refrained from doing so and sat beside her holding her hand she was able to move.  She squeezed your palm and you wrapped both hands around her warm little familiar hand.

“Nannie, you're not fooling anyone. Come on, you really think I would leave you to take care of…mom?” You ask with a faint laugh.

Her faint smile perks up on one side and you look down to her hand. She brushes small strokes across your knuckles before patting at your palm and pulling her hand back to search for the remote deep in her blankets.  She points the received towards the television blaring on about the local weather and turns the volume to basically off. 

“I’m fine, dear. You needn't worry about me.” She tells you, closing her eyes and patting at your hand again. 

“Nannie..?” You ask looking sternly through your brow at her.

“Oh don’t fuss over me, dear. However I am very glad to see you… But tell me, how's that ‘lumberjack’ of yours out there?” She asks wiping at the corners of her mouth with a suspicious smirk. 

~~~~

The next few weeks you spent driving her to and from doctors appointments, running back and forth from the pharmacy grabbing her medications, all the while watching your mother not even relatively try to hide the fact she was stealing Nannies money. You made Nannie her favorite meals and sat in bed with her watching reruns of law and order as you both ate. Towards the end, you stopped eating and had to feed her instead, but regardless you treasured every waking moment you had with her.

She asked tons of questions about Sam and Dean, and often insisted she was fine and to return home to the two ‘lumberjacks’ before they found someone else to cook, clean, and care for them…(As if that would ever happen). You’d stay up late at night, telling her how hard it was to live with both brothers, all their great personality traits, and their not so great… She could tell without you evening having to say that they both held a very special place in your heart. 

“Your heart is full of love my dear, but they cannot bear to share such a precious gem like yourself. There will come a day where you’ll have to choose one…” 

“I don’t think I could ever do that Nannie..” You tell her honestly as she pats your leg.

“Be careful my love, they may choose for you, or worse...”

“What do you mean Nannie?”

“If you play with fire, you're bound to get burned.  If you don’t choose, they may choose for you darling…and you may not end up having either…”

You exhale a long heavy sigh as you place your head down on Nannies lap and realize how right she is. 

“Well Nannie, I’m not sure it’ll ever come to that now…” You tell her trailing off.

~~~~

Your sister; who was all but useless at the time; was off on the West Coast racking up more boyfriends than she could recall.  The thoughts you'd have of her not being at home with the woman who had raised you both and caring for her while she sat idly by in her deathbed; were quickly replaced with the fact that she had had her fill of seeing your mother abuse drugs over the course of the past year you had been in Kansas.

(…..“Kansas? What the hell is out in Kansas, Y/N?!” 

“...I like it, it's quiet and…different..”

Being half way across the country from your mom was a great bonus of meeting Sam and Dean, but it also meant you were half way across the country from Nannie too.)

Sam did his best to keep in touch while you regrettably sent him one worded, greatly delayed responses.  Half because you had your hands full with Nannie, but also because you knew you had no plans of returning back to the Winchester brothers in Kansas. Within a few weeks, you could tell he had given up hope and realized what you had known for some time, though neither of you ever had to mention any word of it. 

~~~~~

Things took a turn for the worse 10 weeks in, it was early April and the flowers were beginning to try and bloom through the melted dirty snow.  Nannie’s only adventures from bed; were for her doctor's appointments and even those, were getting to be far too much for just you and her to undergo. You wheeled her in through the thick glass doors, being greeted on a first name basis by all of the nurses and receptionists.  You'd sit beside her holding her hand as she stared blankly ahead at the wall in front of her.  You’d talk to her about the weather and current events, inform her of the new boyfriend your sister had been texting you about that week, even about her beloved housecat who at this point had got to be 20-30 years old by the looks of him. Nothing registered though, as she was all but completely brain dead. The stroke has caused severe damage to her brain and day by day her body began to deteriorate out from under her. 

“Y/N, she's surpassed the predicted odds, time and time again, but as of right now, there's nothing we can do for her besides…just keeping her as comfortable as possible…” 

Her doctor; Dr. Lance Greenly;  was a tall thin man with a pronounced bald spot in the middle of his head. Kind and well mannered, always trying to do everything he could for your Nanna, and you sensed he felt the cutting pain more than you had, as he spoke the words to you. 

“We can get her into a nursing care facility here at the hospital, and you can try and get back to your life…” 

“No, no. She'd be furious if I left her here… She's fine at home.. We’ll be fine.” you told him, looking at her as she stared blankly ahead.

You reached up and coiled your fingers through her thin white hair and smiled at her hoping if she could hear you, she'd be proud and comforted knowing you'd made good on your promise to never drop her off in one of those ‘old people prisons’ as she once called them.

“..Alright then, I supposed I’ll make a few calls to some home visiting nurses to start coming to see you two..” He told you with a regrettable look in his eye.

Dr. Greenly stood and gently took your nannas hand in his and shook it as he said his final goodbye to his patient of almost 50 years. You thanked him, and even sent him a card later in the mail after Nanna had passed, reminding him that without him; you wouldn't have been able to see her again. 

She left everything to you and Jenni, the house, the money, even the cat. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to get by.  Jenni wanted nothing to do with the house; seeing as she was on the other side of the country living her best life; wading in the ocean water with strangers. Using the money Nannie had left her, she got herself a new boob job and spent her days getting compliments from everyone on the West Coast.  

The day of Nannies funeral; you stood by nannie in her casket as they descended her down into the ground, and choked back as best you could, the tears that refused to quit. Jenni held your hand and patted your back while your mother stared off into the distance against the clear blue April sky; high as a kite on who knows what… 

~~~~

“Come to Cali with me! It's so fun out there! Everyone is so friendly and it's never cold..” Jenni tried to persuade you.

“Yeah and leave little miss cloud nine all alone over here?” You tell her, casting your look towards your mother. “...Yeah that’ll go over well…”

“Come on, Y/N, you gotta get away from all this sadness, it's holding you back!” She answers, as the two of you slowly walk back toward the car from Nannies plot. 

A cardinal, odd for this time of year, flies overhead landing on a branch nearby ahead of you and Jenni.  You cast your look towards the bright bird as it tweets towards you and smile, a sad grin towards it.

Nannie..

“Jamie! I’m sorry!” You giggle through your gasps.

“Ay, like hell you are…” He replies, locking his hand up against your scalp with a fistful of hair.  “...But ye will be..”

Jamie leans his body up against yours; pinned between him and the cold concrete wall.  You swallow back a gleeful grin, as Jamies free hand creeps up under your skirts.  His huge, blunt, warm fingertips grazing against your sensitive soft thigh. You try to push back and free yourself of him, but at no use to his huge toned body. 

“Be a good girl, and take it, aye, for once?” 

You chuckle a bit in your throat, biting back your lip and giving into his hand creeping around the front of your thigh between your legs. His warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he pants against you, holding you still.  You await his touch eagerly, when finally the warm spark of his touch reaches your center. You jump a bit against him and hear him chuckle in his throat against you, edging him on. His fingers circle slowly around your sensitive bud as he leans in against you. You feel him breathing heavily, as you suck in a deep breath of your own before allowing a long moan to escape you. 

Jamie grips your handful of hair tighter and snaps your head back a bit as you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Jamie!” You pant against the brick wall. 

His fingers circle faster around your swollen core, as he presses up against you harder.  You hear him moan as he takes hold of your neck with his mouth, sucking in your soft skin, as his fingers trace elegant designs between your legs. You gasp loudly, your hands searching for him to clutch.

“We’ve only just begun…don’t you dare think about finishing on me already.” Jamie mutters breathessley against your neck.

You squint your eyes shut and try desperately to tear yourself from his grip. He only leans harder against you, while his huge fingers begin to dip in between your quaking folds.

You gasp against the hard cold wall as you feel him plunge his fingers within you, his thumb still circling around your pulsating bud with your slickness. As his fingers plunge in and out against the growing pleasure within you, his mouth meets your neck again sending shivers down your spine. 

His hand releases your hair and wraps around the front of your throat, gently clutching and making you gasp harder for air. 

“Jamie!” You moan, feeling your body beginning to tingle with the pleasure building up inside ready to explode. 

“Not yet..” He huffs, his hand working your core like never before. 

“...Not till I say!” He grunts against you. 

You try to suppress the pleasure as much as you can.

“I can’t Jamie!” You cry between breaths.

“No!?” he groans. “I thought you were sorry?!” He curses through breaths, “Aye! Show me, how sorry…you really are…” He instructs you through gritted teeth.

You groan helpless beneath him trying to hold back from spilling over as he plunges in and out of your core. Your body tingles with pleasure and your stomach twists into a chuning mess, far ready to come undone within his arms. You swallow hard, his hand clutched against your throat as you do and grind your back against him.  Your hands gripped as tight as possible while being grated against the hard brick wall. You bite back your groans trying to keep yourself from cuming, when you finally feel him release you and your eyes spark open. Jamie whips you around pinning you back against the wall; your legs trembling uncontrollably as he does. 

You look down towards the belt of his pants before his giant hand clasps your throat again and makes your eyes meet his. 

Your body; still tingling as he clutches your jaw and stares madly down into your eyes. Your chest heaves, your breasts spilling over the plunging neckline of your dress as he softly meets your lips with his. You groan against him and suck his tongue eagerly into your mouth, relishing in his musky sweet flavor of lust and vengeance. You slowly allow your hands to trace around the waist of his pants, trying to unbutton the entrance of them. He groans into you as he sucks your flavor into his mouth, cupping your chin in his huge hand and eagerly caresses your breast from its neckline. His blunt calloused fingertips revel over your sensitive nipple and send your body into chills. His buttons; one by one begin to free him, bursting at the last moment eagerly till finally the last one. 

Jamie's hands release you and gather your skirts up around your waist. He effortlessly plucks you up from the ground and traps you again between himself and the wall behind you, you wrap your arms around his huge broad neck, watching as his gleaming chests puffs up and down as he stares madly up into your eyes. You try your best to bite back your giggle as he slams against you, sending your body into the brick wall and your center expands around him deep seated inside you. 

Jamie grunts through a wicked smile as he watches your eyes flutter open and closed, sending himself impossibly deep inside you, as your body forms around him in his arms. Your core begins to quiver again, as he slams you repeatedly and steadily. Your body growing limp as the sensations spiral up through your skin, Jamie holds you steady and sends himself into the spot inside that makes your stomach twist with pleasure. 

“Jamie!” you pant as your climax grows near again. 

He holds you steady and continues bucking into your sweet tender spot, deep inside you.

“Are you sorry?” He mutters against your mouth. “For being a bad little woman, soiling my name?” He huffs through kisses.

“I am! I swear I am. You moan against him.

“Say it!” He demands, thrusting in against you.

“I'm sorry!” you grumble through him.

“Say it again!”

“I’m Sorry!” You repeat a bit louder.

“Say it like you mean it, woman!” Jamie demands, grinding perfectly in and out of you.

“I’m sorry Jamie!” You moan out.

“Say it again!”

Your stomach twists and swirls as he makes your climax boil in your core.

“I’m sorry Jamie!” you squeal while your core quivers with each of his thrusts.

“Jamie, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Jamie! Ahhh Jamie, right there!” You moan out before he finally captures your mouth and silences you. 

You feel him slow and the rush of heat within your stomach as you convulse in his arms while your high spills throughout your body. Jamie keeps himself buried deep within you, giving a few last thrusts sending jolts through your body as you heave from breathlessness in his arms. He pants against you, capturing your mouth and holds your face gently as he sets you down and finally pulls himself out of you. You wrap your arms around his huge broad neck and steady yourself while still trying to catch your breath.  He meets your eye and grins a playful smirk at you.

“Sorry James Fraser..” You tell him coyly through your own grin.

‘Ey, I know.” he replies before kissing you again. “But don't do that again..” He warns with a wink.

New York, present day.

You hear Dean's alarm buzzing on the side table next to him and roll over. He seems to be snoozing peacefully through it; you try to flatten the thin pillows over your head. Finally, it gives up and you settle back into your spot and doze back off to sleep. Only to be awoken 9 mins later by the buzzing again.

"God damnit!" You curse under your breath. 

You roll over again and crawl over on top of Dean, angrily hitting the dismiss button on the screen and he finally begins to stir. His hand comes up from behind you gazing across your ass and up to your waist. You try to pry yourself from his grip but he moves with you as you lay face to face on your sides.

"Look if you wanted some more action, all you had to do was say so…" He grumbles in a low voice.

“Oh, get bent!” you tell him with a smirk as you feel him release you, and you flip back over facing away from him.

You feel the redness crawling up on your face and bury it deep within your thin, all-but-useless pillows. You breathe in the cheap laundry detergent smell and try desperately to suppress the thoughts racing through your head… 

Regardless, you know he only had a few short hours of sleep and you allow some time to pass for him to settle back to sleep before you carefully remove yourself and walk to the bathroom. After washing your hands and peering in the mirror seeing the disheveled hair due you have; slicking it back with a hair tie, you quietly make your way back out to the main room where you assume you'll hear Dean snoring. You carefully tuck yourself back into bed, hopeful for a few more undisturbed hours of rest. You grab your phone and peer at the screen making sure you have no missed calls or text messages from Sam. You set it back down quietly on your night stand and pull the covers up, feeling Dean move beside you. 

You freeze trying not to disturb him and feel his arm creep up under the covers again. This time though they don't fondle you, they just pull you closer towards him. You suck in quick shallow breath as you try to register whether or not he's awake behind you, or still in a sleep ridden daze. 

"..Dean?" You ask in a whisper.

"Hmmm.." He hums, locking his arms around you tighter.

"..Are you.."

"Hard?, Yeah sorry…you uhh, wanna lend a hand with that?" He says through his groggy morning voice.

You scoff and push yourself away from him but he locks his arm down around you tighter.

"I'm just kidding, Y/N, God!" He says less groggy now. "Even if I were, I have a little more self control than that. I mean come on, I lived with you, for what… like a year and half…" 

His voice trails off as you freeze yet again taking in his words while trying to free yourself from him. 

Disregarding all the alarms in your head, and all the times you sat and suffered through fighting back every urge inside you to be this close to him; you allow the wall you've built up inside you for some time, to come tumbling down.

Cautiously, you roll over and face him; his eyes remain shut as you stare up at his face. The stubble that's beginning to grow in along his jaw and mouth. His perky little pink lips pursed as he breathes comfortably laying in bed next to you. His hair barely ruffled from sleeping on it wet all night. You have to resist the urge to reach up and trace your hand up along his pronounced jaw line and rest your fingers between his plump little pink lips. 

"Dean!" You say again in a louder whisper this time.

His amazing green eyes pop open seeing you; and he smiles, before allowing his eyes to flutter back shut and pull you even closer towards him.

You press your face against his huge strong chest and take a deep breath in smelling him. His scent fills your lungs and you exhale slowly before taking another deep breath allowing his warm earthy aroma to fill you again. 

(How the fuck do you smell so good?) You think to yourself.

You feel him move a bit and twist over onto his back beside you. It takes everything in you not to pull him back and keep him there longer. 

Dean reaches his arms out in a stretch and rubs at his eyes for a moment with a long yawn. You inch back away from him and lay against your pillows watching him through squinted eyes.  He finally sits up and looks over to you for a moment before patting your side through the blankets.  He then tosses the covers from his huge strong body with a faint grunt and gets up heading towards the bathroom. You wait to hear the ‘click; of the door latch and grab his pillow from his spot burying your face deep within it, breathing in his sweet scent yet again.

You grunt a bit into the pillow with a final breath before tossing it aside, you roll over in your spot and sit on the edge of the bed grabbing your phone and seeing its 6:19am. You open it up and check they’re still no messages from Sam, and assume he and Finn may still be asleep…seeing as he probably did not put Finn to bed at 8 like you asked…

Dean walks out from the bathroom, fully dressed and you turn towards him with a seductive smile. You lean back on the bed eyeing him, watching the smirk creep up across his face. 

“Come on, momma.  Get dressed, we gotta hit the road..” He says in his low ‘Dean’ tone.

You groan dramatically, face planting against the bed and lay there for a moment longer before finally getting up and heading to get dressed in the bathroom.

 ~~~~

"Man, I can't wait to sleep in my own bed.." you say aloud to no one in particular. 

Dean stares ahead at the road.

"I bet.." He replies coldly.

He pulls into a rustic country looking gas station and you follow after him. He heads towards the piping hot roasting oven filled with breakfast sandwiches. You grab two extra large sized coffee cups and fill them to the brim, before making your way to the counter. He hands his stolen card over across the counter to the lady behind the register, and you bite back your lip spying the many brands of cigarettes behind her. You grab the meal Dean paid for and follow him out still dying for a cigarette. 

"Dean, I'm gonna hit the ladies room before we go…I'll be right out."

Dean nods heading out towards 'baby' and you duck back into the store and up to the counter again. The lady eyes you suspiciously and you quickly set your gas station breakfast on the counter and pull out your card.

"One pack of red L&M regulars…" you ask through a shameful smile.

~~~~

Back outside you spot Dean sitting in the driver's seat enjoying the last bites of his breakfast sandwich as you slide in next to him. He shoves the key in the ignition and begins back towards the road. The only noise filling the air is your sandwich's foil wrapper, crinkling as you unfold it. Dean stares ahead towards the road and sips his coffee, you reach over after a few long awkwardly silent minutes and turn the music up. 'Behind blue eyes' begins to sound over the speakers filling the uncomfortable quietness, and you sit back enjoying your sandwich a bit easier. 

'But my dreams, they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be…'

You take a sip of the piping hot day old coffee to wash down the sandwich.

'No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you…'

After finishing up your sandwich and feeling not so great about what you just put into your body, you pull out your phone and decide to text Sam to let him know you’re headed home and should be there sometime tonight. The little notification icon at the top of the screen pings and you open and read a text message from your neighbor, Ann. 

You’ve known Ann for a while, a married mom of three who was very good at overstaying her welcome, but you allowed it, seeing as she was always lending a hand when you needed it, with Finn. She was nice enough company and even on occasion you had enjoyed drinks with her beside her pool while Finn played with her kids; two daughters that were close to him in age, and an older boy who clearly was a spitting image of his father.

'Who's the house guest?'

You smile to yourself a bit and realize soon enough you'll be the talk of the town with Sam staying and watching Finn…

'Old family friend…Had some other family stuff come up, I’ll be home tonight.'

(A believable lie, though you hope she doesn't dig too deeply into it…)

Your phone dings again, almost immediately after sending the message.

'Oh, no! Is everything okay? 

…Damn, so no new bf gossip I can get from you then..?'

You roll your eyes, playing off what you can.

'Nope, we’re fine now… and sorry, nothing like that lol' 

(New boyfriend gossip, no. Old boyfriend gossip, well that's another story.)

'What a shame, I was hoping to hear all about his cute little biteable ass..👅'

You peer down at your phone screen smirking to yourself when you hear Dean's deep voice boom from beside you.

"Ah shit!"

You close the phone, completely forgetting to text Sam, and look over to Dean.

"...I think I missed our exit back there. Can you grab the map in the back and see if we can take this next…" 

Dean's voice trails off as you reach in the back searching through cassette tapes, napkins, receipts, bags of who knows what, and a few half empty water bottles for the road maps. You open one up and spread it across the seat for him to look at while typing in your address to pull up the Google maps info.

The automated voice on your phone begins barking directions and Dean glares at you.

"Look, you know I don't know how to read those damn things… this will tell you the best route even when you take a wrong turn…"

"I don't need that garbage. Turn it off!" He huffs angry.

You turn the volume all the way down and peer at the illuminated screen showing you to make a U turn in the middle of the highway.

(Well that's not gonna happen…)

"You can text your boyfriend later, could you please tell me what exit I can take?"

You peer down at the paper map between you and Dean with complete and utter dismay. 

"Dean, I don't even know where we are here!" 

"Goddamn it, just give me it…"

Dean snatches the map, wrinkling it a bit and after trying to focus on the road and the map, tosses it in the back again before taking the next exit. He whips the car into the nearest parking lot and parks it before grabbing the map again and figuring out where to go.

"Thanks for the help, co-pilot." He says in a gruff tone.

"Sorry! I didn't grow up reading these things like you and Sam did, I have no idea what I'm looking for!" You tell him defensively.

"It's a damn map, Y/N. Pretty self explanatory.." 

“Yeah, and so are feelings and attitudes, yet here we are!” You yell a bit harsher than you intended. 

Dean scoffs, staring intently at the map.

“...And that's supposed to mean what, exactly?...”

“What the hell is your problem, Dean? You were fine like two hours ago, now all of a sudden you've got some sort of vendetta out for me? What the hell did I do?!” You ask shrilly.

He stares at you through glaring eyes. You patiently await his answer…with no luck.

“Just forget it…I don’t care..” You tell him agitatedly, opening the door and plucking the new pack of cigarettes from your purse. 

You slam the door behind you and lean heavily against the car, packing the new pack of cigarettes against your palm before plucking one and slipping it hastily between your lips. You fish around in your purse looking for a lighter and hear the driver's door open and slam shut again. 

“What the hell, Y/N! You promised you were done with that shit!” Dean calls walking around the hood of the impala.

“I’ve made a lot of promises in my life, Dean!…” You yell back through your gritted teeth.

“Yeah, well in this family, we don’t break promises!” He yells at you.

“Oh, don’t start getting all high and mighty up there on me. You know just as well as I do the countless promises you’ve broken!” You light your cigarette and blow the thick cloud of smoke into his direction as he grimaces and stares daggers back towards you.

“Not like you’re making it very easy to quit, either!” You say through a long drag. “...Typical Dean just shutting everyone out and off!”

You take another long puff as Dean's cold look breaks for a moment. He plucks the cigarette from your lips and flicks it off into the distance. 

“What the hell Dean!” You cry, staring shocked at him.

“Don’t start with that crap, Y/N, God..” He screams, turning away for a moment with his hands firmly on his hips.

“You think this is easy for me…think I like showing up at your doorstep, forced to watch you and Sam have your sweet little romantic moments with each other?!” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You yell glaring up towards him. 

“Oh please!” he says, still loudly, but gentler now.  “You and I both know you still love him! And you’re not stupid, you know he still loves you!” He spits angrily towards you.

“I never said I stopped loving him, Dean! But Jesus Christ, I never stopped loving you either!” 

You bite back your lip and swallow hard when you realize what you’ve said. Dean scoffs dramatically and turns back away from you, kicking at the ground as he does.

“Don’t humor me Y/N…”

“Fuck you Dean! …You think I meant that to let that slip out!?” You shake a bit with anger, yelling towards his back. "I’m not even the same person Sam fell in love with all those years ago! Hell, neither is he, but I still love you both, regardless of all the time apart!” 

Dean slowly turns back a bit, crossing his arms disapprovingly, eyeing you through squints.

“...Since when?” He asks loudly but not in a yell.

“Since…I don’t know, forever!” 

“...And you just never thought to ever mention anything of that?” He asks, still staring intently through his squinted disapproving look.

“To tell you what, Dean? Huh? That I loved you, just as much as your brother?!” Your voice begins to grow hoarse from yelling so much.  

You throw your purse to the ground and inch closer towards him, screaming up at his pouting face. 

“...Tell you about the countless nights I laid wrapped in Sam’s arms, I'd often secretly wish they were yours! Or that when he'd roll me over in the middle of the night, more times than not I was hoping it was your face I'd see, and not Sam’s?! Hell, I didn’t even think you looked at me that way till the day you met me in the shower!” 

“Then why the hell did you leave?!” He booms from above you.

“Leave?!” You scream up towards him.  “You really think I wanted to go home and watch as it took her three months to slowly die beside me?”

“No, not back then, …with Finn!” He booms with an apologetic look on his face.

“...Because even then, I figured it was just a weak moment of lust, and not that you actually had feelings for me!” You tell him breathless, your throat strained from yelling so much.

“What do you want me to say here, Dean?” You ask, dropping your hands by your thighs. “That I love you? That I’ve always loved you? That I’m sorry I couldn’t read your mind, and tell you sooner?” Your voice cracking a bit as you speak.

Dean's eyes glimmer a bit as he peers down to you and brushes your hair behind your ear. You swallow hard, your heart thumping in your chest and your eyes growing blurry with the tears building in them. 

You sniffle and swat his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” You say angrily.

“Why?” He asks loudly, backing you against the car.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You say shoving him away.

He stands staring at you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Alright!” he yells, “I'm not!” 

You smack him in the chest before pushing him away a few more times unsuccessfully.

“Asshole!” You scream. “Fuck you!”

You smack him one more time before gripping onto his shirt and pulling him down towards yours.

He engulfs your mouth in his and you pant against him as he backs you carefully against the car again. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and eagerly suck at his tongue dancing around your mouth. His hands slide up along your hips beneath your thin leather jacket and you pull him towards you more. He leans heavily against you, pinning you between his huge muscular safe body and the car. You moan against him while he digs his huge weathered fingertips into your waist. You grip a fist of his hair and pull his head back, watching him lick his lips through lust filled eyes as he peers back down at you.

“Please, don’t make me stop..” He grunts in a low whisper. 

“...I’m not..I just…” You release your hand from his hair and eagerly await his mouth on yours again with a heavy moan. “...Still fuck you!” You whine in a moan against him.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck me, …I’m an asshole I know…” He says seductively trailing hot wet kisses down your neck. 

You groan pushing him away a bit again, and he slams his hand against the side of the impala.

“Fuck you!” You say, holding yourself up against him.

“Yeah..I really wish you would..” he says through a devilish smile.

“Shut, uppp!” You giggle through a sniffle.

His huge hand reaches up and caresses the faint tear streak from your cheek, he presses his big soft lips against yours a final time, then presses his forehead to yours for a moment.

“Think we got time for a quickie?” He says coyly tapping the back window of the Impala. 

You laugh wholeheartedly with your eyes closed, as you lean against him.

“Mmm, sorry, you missed your chance this morning..” You tell him through a grin.

“This morning?...” he asks, raising a brow, “Wake and lay, atta girl ..I’ll have to remember that..” He says pulling gently at the waist of your jeans. You caress your hand down the side of his face, feeling the slight bit of stubble growing in along his jaw and gently graze your thumb across his bottom lip.

“So…You’re really gonna get me all worked up and leave me hanging?” He asks with a smirk.

“Shuut, upp!” You say again pushing him away playfully with a loud giggle.

“Alright…alright!... Rain check?…” he says backing up and opening your door for you.

You slide in and grab your purse from the ground before peering back up towards him.

“Rain check..” You tell him through a flirtatious smile. 

You reach for the door and he grunts a bit, stopping you.

“..Just uh,...give me a sec..” he says adjusting his jeans.

You cackle loudly as he swings the door closed and carefully walks around the front of ‘baby’, still adjusting the front of his jeans. He carefully leans in towards the driver's seat, and shoves the key in the ignition, the loud rumble of the car beginning to fill the air.

“Bratt..” He mumbles as he shifts the car into drive.

You let another loud cackle spill from your lips and playfully smack him in the chest as he turns around to back out of the parking spot.

~~~~

Back on the road, in the right direction this time; Dean picks back up on the conversation from earlier.

“So, what are we gonna tell Sammy?...”

He asks, peering over at you with a suspicious look.

“About what?” You reply quietly, knowing all too well exactly what he's referring to.

“..You know..us?” He says looking back from you to the road.

You whip your head around towards him and allow a heavy exhale to leave your mouth.

“And what exactly would you call ‘us’, Dean?” 

He meets your eye for a second with a bewildered brow raise, before looking back towards the road, unsure of what to say.

“Exactly.” you tell him, turning back to face the road beside him. 

“There was never any ‘us’ with Sam, there's no ‘us’ between you and I..”

“Hey! Come on! That's not true!” He says defensively.

“Dean, come on, who are we kidding?... You have your lives, I have mine, and frankly I don’t see the two of them merging anytime soon, do you?” You ask frankly, in a level tone. 

Dean sighs and digs his thumb nail into the steering wheel.

“I’m just saying..” You add trying to lighten the blow.

“No I see what you’re saying..” he huffs through a sigh. “You know, I really actually do care about you Y/N…” He says softer this time meeting your look. “...I always have…”

“...I know.. But… enough to quit hunting?” You ask faintly, reaching over and grabbing his hand. “Don’t answer that…” 

You tell him, peering out your side window with a heavy sigh, avoiding the knowing look Dean probably has for you right now.

(I already know the answer.)

You knew how it sounded, and you knew from his silence he also knew you were right.  Dean and Sam dedicated themselves to hunting, you dedicated yourself to taking care of Finn.  There was no way the two would ever merge together, especially seeing as Finn didn't have any idea about any of it. Hunting monsters; things that most people had no idea were really out there.  It was the huge responsibility that both the brothers decided to take on; that you also had considered doing alongside them.  But, a lot had changed since then, and you realized no matter how much you wanted to be next to them in line of battle, up against creatures of nightmares; Finn needed a parent who could provide a safe stable home for him.  He was your choice, just as hunting was Sam and Dean’s…

~~~~

The bunker, 7 years earlier.

You sit on the couch watching Steve Harvey, a guilty pleasure of yours, eating cereal in one of Sam's oversized tee shirts.  You hear the bunker's door screech open from above; Sam and Dean returning from a quick supply run, and Sam greets you with a gentle kiss on the top of your head. 

“Hey, babe!” You call through a mouthful of frosted flakes.

“Ah, Steeve! I’ll be right in…” He trails off heading back towards the door.

You look back to the tv screen watching Steve address the live crowd and his ridiculous dating advice he's giving someone; when your phone rings.

You place your bowl on the coffee table and reach for the vibrating phone, reading your nana's name across the screen.

“Hey nannie!” You say joyfully still swallowing the mouthful of cereal down.

The voice on the other end of the line isn't nana, and you sit still in fear as you listen to the words your mom speaks to you over the line.

“...Nana’s.. she's had a stroke. The Doctors are asking everyone to come say their final goodbyes…” 

Your heart drops into your stomach as you sit and stare blankly at Steve cracking jokes on the screen. 

It takes you a while to process what you've just heard, even after hanging up the phone and sitting uncomfortably perched on the end of the couch. Nana; the lady that raised you in your careless mothers absence, the lady who taught you almost everything you knew, cooking, sewing, manners; all of it. You recall not having seen her for almost a year, as you were staying with Sam but you kept in touch almost daily over the phone. The lump welling up in your throat as you sat thinking about the way she used to hold your hand between the two of hers and tell you,

“You are my light in this dark, scary world Y/N…”

Where was her light now, when she needed you, in her dark scary time?

You wipe back your tears as Sam jumps over the back of the couch beside you pulling you towards him as you stare up at him with the wetness glistening in your eyes.

“Y/N, what's wrong?!” He asks, concerned. 

You bite back your bottom lip unsure of what to say next.  She sighs and casts her look back out towards the group, you peel back the tent, flap a smidge and peer out with her.  Uhtred looks back towards the tent and smiles meeting your eye. Eadith, clearly seeing the interaction, no thanks to Uhtred, cranes her head towards you and allows the tent flap to shut.

“Alright you little Sinner… story time…”

You sit on the ground propped up by a bunched up group of furs behind your head, while Eadith sits cross legged, bunching and un-bunching her skirts. 

“That's it, that's all there is to say..” You tell her, the ale bottle staggering to and from between your hands.

You decide there is no better time than now to let it all out, all the times you and Uhtred have spent in secret…though you weren't lying when you said you didn’t know what to make of it. It's not as though you had a definite word to tell Eadith as to what you and Uhtred were.  There was never any talk of the future and as you explained the situations to her you also began to wonder what it was exactly you and Uhtred were.

The words and stories still coursing through your mind, you sit up and face her.

“What…what do I do, Eadith?” you ask her plainly.

She stares blankly across from herself still fiddling with her skirts as her face makes little expressions.

“...I don’t know..” she says finally. “...But no more secret keeping!” she says with a giggle.

You join her in laughter and turn back on your stomach after slumping back down towards the furs. 

Suddenly,  the tent flap opens and Sihtric and Finans' faces appear; unpleasant looks painted across their faces.

“Aye, where's the bloody ale!” Finan asks.

You struggle to get up, as does Eadith before you're both face to face with them. Behind Sihtric’s tall shoulder, you spy Uhtred and Osferths close in toe. 

“Where's the ale!?” Osferths asks with a smirk.

Eadith and yourself push through the men and prance back out towards the fire with a new bottle of ale ready to fill the men's cups (as you had finished off the prior one).  You sit yourself back in your spot between Uhtred and Eadith, this time not avoiding to keep space between yourself and Uhtred. You watch him place himself cautiously on the ground next you and bat your eyes a bit in his direction. He plucks his cup up off the ground and you pour him a new full cup, your hands brushing against each other for a moment and you smile staring down towards his cup. Once full, you retract the bottle and glance up towards his shimmering blue orbs that are staring madly back at you. Your smile widens and you hand the bottle to Eadith who runs around the circle filling the men's cups.

Whilst busy exchanging dangerous glances with Uhtred, you suddenly hear Eadiths wild giggle uproar over the group, and turn towards her.  Finan abruptly pulls her down into his lap as she squeals out in excitement trying to avoid his arms.  You watch as the two bicker playfully for a moment before she settles into a spot next to him. Eadith casts you a look, that you know all too well. You shoot her back a warning look before turning away and allowing her to enjoy the ale ridden moment she finally has with her one and only; Finan. She smiles towards you as you smile back and watch slightly sickened, at the two who are flirting with each other all too plainly. 

Finan passes the bottle to Sihtric and he pours himself a full cup. You spy Osferths face falling as she watches Finan and Eadith act like idiototic love birds before the rest of the group. You swallow hard understanding the poor baby monk's heart is inevitably breaking before the group. 

You look over to Uhtred who's leaning back comfortably against his palms eyeing you devilishly; and cast him a flirtatious eye roll.

You extend your arm out to Osferth, which he ignores before bringing his cup to his mouth and downing the cup. He looks apologetically towards you then places his cup at his feet and stands.

" I think it's time I retire for the night," he tells you with a stoic look. "See you all in the morning.." He says faintly while trailing off towards his empty tent. You turn your head back towards the fire where Sihtric and Uhtred meet you with understanding eyes.

Eadith and Finan are still deep in secret conversations with each other, snuggled up beside the fire and you look down away from them before something sparks your attention. 

We're all sitting here while they’re being…Eadith and Finan… your mind racing in a million directions.

If we can so easily dismiss our attention from them…surely noone would think anything of Uhtred and… your thought is cut off by Eadiths shriek. She rocks back in Finans arms and you cast your gaze away from the two, yet again. This time you spy Sihtric who has clearly had enough for the display of affection.

"Those two are far too involved with each other…" Sihtric says before finishing his cup of ale. 

"Y/N…care to join me in my empty tent?.."

"Sweet dreams Sihtric!" You call to him, cheerfully with a giggle. 

Uhtred laughs quietly to himself as you wave Sihtric goodbye. Sihtric scoffs and makes his way towards his and Finans' tent; leaving you and Uhtred alone beside Finan and Eadith, who are far too busy with one another.

The darkness of night guards their privacy far too much as you look away from their faces across the fire. You stare down at the red orange flame dancing upon the logs and after a long moment look up towards Uhtred beside you.

"Think they'll notice?…"

"Nope…"  He answers before you can get the words completely out.

It would be far too easy to blame the ale for two mishappenings of the gang tonight, and you're sure you'll be busy, repairing Eadiths reputation and courage in the morning. You look to Uhtred then back down towards the fire again without a word. Unsure that Osferth or Sihtric could be spying from their tents. 

"Well…that's quite enough excitement for one night." You say plainly, planting your hands on your knees. 

"Goodnight, my Lord." You say quietly before raising to your knees to stand. Uhtred eyes you daringly as you rise from your spot.

"Sweet dreams…Uhtred…" you utter softly under your breath watching his eyes grow with want.

Eadith and Finan watch as you move from the fire and make your way towards yours and Eadiths tent.  Uhtred's eyes follow for a brief moment before staring blankly back towards the fire for a few moments. Finan and Eadith focused back on each other, as you hear another shrill giggle escape Eadith before dipping into the flap of your tent. You curl yourself down into your bed on the forest floor snuggling deep into your pile of furs.  Just before you roll over, you peer out to see Uhtred's head full of hair, bop back towards his own tent before drifting off to sleep under your furs.

~~~~

The shuffling of Eadiths unsteady footsteps awaken you and you roll in your spot watching as she peels the furs from her spot then place them messing on top of herself. 

"Well, well, well…" you mumble in a groggy hushed voice.

"Shhhh…, go to sleep Y/N…" She utters in a mumble. "You're not the only one who can keep secrets…" She says with a giggle before tossing herself down into the pile of furs.

You smile to yourself before snuggling back up under your own pile of furs, trying desperately to find a small part that smells of Uhtred for you to drift off to sleep in…

~~~~

Within a few hours the relentless sun is shining on your eyes through the faint slit in the tent. You roll over and hear Eadith snoring soundly while trying to fall back to sleep. You toss and turn in place trying to lull yourself back to sleep, with no use. Finally, you lay on your back staring up at the blank tent above you and sigh heavily. Eadith, snoring loudly adjacent to you in her furs; you roll again towards the small slit in the tent and stare out at the dim sunlight. The birds chirp in the distance and hear the horses; tethered to their trees in the distance begin to whinny. You rub your eyes and sit up looking over your shoulder at Eadith yet again; still sound asleep.  You take a quiet inhale in and look around the tent for your belongings before throwing them under your arm and making your way out of the tent into the dim sunlight. 

Pacing slowly, you follow the hushed sounds of the water through the morning birds calls. You spy an ale cup on the ground by the fire that died through the night and grab it to go along with you. Through the trees you creep slowly trying to trace the sounds of the water rushing downstream you assume. The further you pace the louder the sound of rushing water gets,  till you're out of sight from the tents. 

Good, at least it's a bit private you think to yourself as you walk further from the campsite. Soon, the morning bird’s calls are being washed out by the sound of running water and you press further into the woods before finally spying the fresh spring; flowing fast just a few yards from where you stand. You creep towards the water in the dim light, careful as to where you step and extend your hand towards the water's edge with the stray ale cup in hand.  You reach the shore line and begin to rinse the cup before filling it and bringing it to your lips before you hear a voice.

“Y/N!”

You drop the cup and your belongings, creeping back on all fours away from the edge while peering around through the dim sunlight.  Your head casts from side to side trying to locate where the voice came from but soon a faint splash against the dark water gathers your attention.

You hear him chuckle in his deep voice and sit perched on the side of the water clasping your chest still frightened. 

“Y/N!” he says again, still laughing.

You take a deep breath in, watching his shadowed figure approach the water line as you sit still grasping your chest.

“What are you doing!” you ask in a hushed voice, your breath slowly steadying.

“Same thing you appear to be doing..” he says with a chuckle still in his voice.

You look towards him, his long hair slicked back with water and his glimmering chest sparkling against the reflection of the water with the early morning sun.  He stays put in the rushing water which drowns out most of your voices. Your mind still groggy from sleep, finally snaps to the realization, Uhtred had the same great idea you did… to run down and bathe uninterrupted in the spring while everyone else was asleep. You clear your throat and try to look in a different direction.  

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” you say faintly also realizing your staring right towards his naked body, but inevitably unable to make out any details.

“...Come here…” he says slowly.

Your breath catches in your throat and you whip your head back towards him.  You hear him approach from the water and finally see more details as he steps towards you in the dim light. His shadow blocks most of his features but the moment his hand meets your waist you know for sure, this is real; not a dream, not your imagination, not a wish you’ve tried so hard to make come true..

You reach out and pull him against you, his hands gripping firmly at your waist, then his head moves slowly towards you, his brilliant blue eyes glimmering only inches from your face. 

“Uhtred!” You whine in a sigh before his lips meet yours finally crashing together as your body spirals out from your control.

His lips meet yours and you allow a hearty moan out from your lungs as you feel him against you. 

“”Y/N..” he moans against your mouth as you wrap your arms around his wet neck.

His tongue invades your mouth unapologetically, as his hands roam up the sides of your dress. You cling eagerly to him and press yourself against him hoping you’ll never separate. His mouth searches every crevice of yours as you pant against him, while his hands meet the ground behind you and you lay helpless under him.

Your clothes dampened by him pressed against you, you peer up at his raging blue eyes glimmering above you. His chest rising and falling with his breath as you stare madly back up at the blue orbs that haunt your dreams.  Breathless he smiles down at you. 

“Y/N.. Care to join me?” he asks in a ragged breath.

…”I thought you’d never ask!” you reply with a faint giggle.

You release him from your grip and sit up slowly.  You watch him descend back into the water where you're unable to see any details of his perfectly sculpted body. You lick your lips as you begin untying the laces behind your back. Uhtred splashes playfully and you giggle watching him in the sunlight that glistens off his toned chiseled chest and shoulders, as you reach down and begin removing your many skirts. You drop your outer layer and then your corset watching him as he dances impatiently in the water for you. Finally in your final thin layer you begin to wade into the water up to your calves. Uhtred goes under and then pops back up much closer to you now. 

He sits patiently watching you from the water, the sun against his back shines directly on the front of your body. You hold up the skirt of your last layer and wade a bit further into the water, closer towards him. Before the end of your shift gets wet, you take a deep breath and quickly pluck it up over your head and toss it behind you. You’re bare body presented before him, and your breath catches in your throat a bit.  You meet his eye for a second before sinking down into the cold water and resurface just out of reach of him. Uhtred slicks his hair back eyeing you and closes the gap in the water between you two. 

Your breath is still stuck in your lungs, you're unsure if it’s from the cold water, or being bare naked so close to him. He pulls you in and you clasp your hands around his neck as he hold onto you, pulling you off out towards the deeper water. Soon, you're unable to touch the bottom and cling around Uhtred's huge bulging neck and shoulders trying not to show how fearful you are in the deep waters.  He smiles down at you as you cling helplessly against him.

“I won’t let you go..” he tells you calmly through a smile.

You try your best to keep afloat only hanging on to his neck as he walks deeper still into the dark waters.

Maybe not right now… you think to yourself biting back your bottom lip.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him as he walks further into deep water. Soon, you're completely out of reach of anything around you, and your mind can no longer avoid the danger lurking beneath your feet.

You instinctively cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull yourself up onto him.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, panicking against him. 

He stares into your eyes, calm as ever with a smirk, and you try your best to match his energy. 

“Don’t be scared..” he tells you quietly, leaning in towards you closer.

Your core against him as you cling to him helplessly, panting a bit in panic as you cling to the huge strong man you're holding on to. 

By now, your fingernails must be cutting little half moons into the skin around his neck. You take a sharp breath in peering around at the open water. 

“Uhtred, I don’t like open water!” you tell him with a ragged breath.

He chuckles and you try to grip yourself closer to him, which at this point is virtually impossible. 

“I can tell!” he says with a laugh. 

You peer into his blue eyes and hold him tightly against you, as if he is the only life raft on the open sea. 

Although you try your hardest to understand him being able to find humor in this moment, you frantically peer around at the water, still panicking.

“Uhtred please!” you beg in a worried tone.

You’re sure he can feel you shaking against him, seeing as the whole front of your body down to your core is pressed up as tight as you can possibly be against him. 

“Uhtred!” You say again, unable to conceal your fear any longer.

“Y/N!” he says back with a laugh.

“Uhtred!” you say almost shouting now.

He stares you in the eyes and you shake against him.

“Put your feet down..” he tells you through a laugh.

“No! I’ll..” 

“Y/N!” he says again, almost irritated this time. “Put your feet down!”

You quake against him, blinking back the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Trust me, and put your feet down…” he says softer.

You close your eyes still clinging helplessly around his neck and place your feet down, feeling the water's floor beneath you, and rising a bit as you regain your feet and stand up.

Your eyes burst open and you see him laughing wholeheartedly at you as you stand a few inches above him. You exhale heavily and back up a few more steps away from him realizing you're on the shore again.  You watch as he gyrates with laughter, the water barely covering his waist and you instinctively sink down to cover your bare breasts exposed in the process. 

“Uhtred!’ You exclaim a final time, trying not to join him in his fit of laughter but inevitably joining. 

He tries to calm himself, still smiling as he creeps towards you on the water's edge. You sit watching him laugh as he creeps further up the edge of the water where you’re seated. He crawls up over your body and you once again cling around his neck. You peer up into his blue eyes sparking down on you and reach your neck up with your lips to meet his.

“I can't swim!” you blurt out against him.

He laughs, placing his forehead tenderly against yours.

“...I noticed,” he says with a smile.

He collides his lips back with yours. You suck in a deep inhale and press your mouth against his.  He moans against you, his hand slipping around your back and pulling your body closer to his.  You arch up against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You press yourself against him, trying to pull him down onto you but are abruptly stopped when he releases you and wades back towards the deeper water.

…”Do you trust me..?” He asks wiping water from his face.

You sit squirming a bit before slowly standing and allowing him to take in full view of your completely unclothed body. Your skin goosebumped in the cold air and you take deep meaningful breaths as you wade into the cool water towards him. He watches you as you slowly make your way to him, shivering but not from the cold of the water. 

You reach out and wrap your hands around his neck, while he reaches up and grasps you by your waist again. You take a final deep breath and feel your feet lift off the bottom of the deep water floor. He reaches down and meets your lips with his, while you wrap your legs around his huge toned waist. This time not being as afraid, as you cling against him. Your aching core brushing up against his chiseled abs as you moan against him. Your tongues intertwine as you comb your fingers through his wet hair devouring his taste and grinding against him.

“I trust you Uhtred..” You tell him through a ragged breath.

His lips eagerly meet yours again. You squirm against him, your body burning hot and warming all the water around you as he wades up again out of the deep waters. He places you carefully on your back, his body concealing yours from the sun shining through the trees above you. You graze your hands along his jawline, feeling his wet chin hair against your fair fingertips as you suck at his mouth relishing in his sweet taste. He reaches down between your legs and you spread them open for him, wrapping them around his waist and urging him towards you.

His head cranes down in the crook of your neck

“Do you want this?” he asks in a kind, breathless whisper.

You push him up enough to meet his lips again and pant against him.

“Yes! I want it, I want you!...  …I want you… now!’ You plead against his mouth.

His hand between your thighs trails down closer towards your core and you gasp as his blunt fingertips gently brush against your aching center. 

You feel him smile against your lips as he touches you and you moan out against him. His eyes peer down at you glimmering a new blue you've never seen before. You moan and arch yourself back, panting, as his fingers trace the sensitive outline of your center. You reach down trying to find his hard cock to stoke and make him need you as much as you need him. He moans against you when you finally grasp him. You shoot him a devilish look and try eagerly to line your core up with him, pressing your bare breasts out against him as he pants above you. 

You line him up and reach your neck up to his lips, feeling the ever slight touch of his huge beating member brushing up against your center. The cold water cascading at your feet as you pant against him and finally feel his huge round tip push through your quaking folds. You cling desperately against him and arch yourself up towards him as you try to fill yourself faster with his huge beating member.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, biting into his shoulder, digging your teeth deep into his sensitive skin as you moan. 

He groans out against you and pushes further into your slick aching folds. 

You dig your fingers into his huge wet back, below his neck as you thrust up against him. His head cranes up and you watch as his eyes blink open and closed, as he bites back his bottom lip. You crane your neck up and meet his mouth sucking at his swollen bottom lip and finally, he presses you flat against the waters edge. Your back digging into the sand and stones beneath you as you feel his huge ember fill you entirely. 

You pant against him loudly as he stares down at you. You suck at his mouth trying to taste his determination for not having plunged deep into you long before this. You dig your heels into his thighs as he pulls out and slams back in against you, sending your whole body jolting as you cling against him. You both moan out, and you dig your nails further into the skin on his back. 

“Uhtred!..” You moan against him.

He  thrusts deep back in and out again, sending your body cascading into spasms of ecstasy…

~~~~

Hours later, deep in the woods you find yourself in an even more uncomfortable predicament than usual. 

"Come on ladies, what's with you today!? Put a little pep in those steps!"  Finan calls over his shoulder with more Sarcasm than you care to pay attention to.

Eadith rolls her eyes and scoffs before turning towards you. 

"Let's go.." She says with a sigh.

You grit your teeth and brace yourself yet again trying to hold yourself in the saddle from the gyrations that occur from the horse. 

Women having babies and riding back home hours later were a goddamn wonder to you at the moment. The truth was; you were sore. Really sore! And with every little bump and jostle of the ride on the horse, your core was not feeling any better. 

You tried your best to grin and bear it and couldn't help but allow a smile to grow across your face when you remembered the reason why you were sore to begin with…nonetheless, this ride was traitorous.

Hours later. You finally arrive between the gates of Corfe, eager to get off your house and take a seat on something much more forgiving…other than Uhtred… 

The group gathers outside the local tavern and you jump off all to eagerly adjusting your skirts as the men eye you suspiciously.  Uhtred has a faint smirk in his face as he sits on his horse still watching you. You play it off and begin unpacking your bedding before the rest of the group while they mount up and tether their horse securely nearby. You gather your belongings over your shoulder and wait patiently for the rest of the group before entering in towards the tavern nearby.

"You alright?" Eadith asks with a suspicious look.

You side eye her as you both pace on after the men waltzing up towards the entrance of the tavern. 

"Oh, I’m great!” You tell her through a slick smile. “...Details later…" you tell her hushed as you both watch the men insert themselves through the entrance. 

Inside, like much of the other ale house taverns you've stayed in, it is dimly lit, musty smelling and filled with local drunks. Nonetheless, you and Eadith smile politely, tipping your heads towards the ones that notice you, as you trail in after the men before you. Your arms, as well as Eadiths are very full and you accidentally stumble into her as she drops a bag from her filled arms. 

“Shoot!” she says bending over and trying to gather the bottles that have rolled out across the floor in front of her. You place your stuff on the dinghy floor and quickly try to gather the medical tonics.  A few gentlemen stir and laugh while you and Eadith rush to grab the items near their feet, while another younger looking man, quietly bends down and tries to gather some along with the two of you.

“Thank you so much” Eadith tells the man graciously as she gathers the bottles from him. 

The young man, seemingly not too intoxicated and clearly kindhearted,  smiles at Eadith with a blush on his face and brushes back his longer hair behind his ear. A heavy set man, one you recall pointing and laughing moments earlier, grips the young kind boy by his shoulder and roars with laughter in his ear towards Eadith. 

“Ahh, don’t pay any attention to these witch whores, my boy..” He belts out as the other men nearby roar in laughter.

The young boy's face turns solemn and concerned as the large and clearly very inebriated man turns to face him.  He shakes the young boy aggressively by the shoulders and stares deep into his helpless sorrowful face. 

“...They’ll suck your soul right out of your johnny and sell it to the devil himself…all while making you pay handsomely for it…” He adds with a loud fit of laughter.

“You watch your tongue!” Eadith spits towards the large man.

He eyes her precariously, up and down her fair dressed body.

“Eadith, don’t mind him, let's just go..” You tell her quietly while packing the bottles into her bag.

She shoots you a daring look, furry and anger built up behind her eyes.

“No, they have no right to speak to us that way!” She says, peering back towards the man.  

He casts the kind boy aside and steps closer towards you and Eadith.

“Oh, I don't, do I?” He says with alcohol thick on his breath. 

He reaches out and grabs Eadith by the arm in a tight grip, she winces at his touch, while a few other men back you against a table and grip you harshly as well. 

“Let us see what I’ll be calling you two she devils, when you’re under me!” He screams around the crowd.

The men around begin to chant and roar.

The ugly fat man is face to face with Eadith; spitting angrily against her face as he speaks, while you feel yourself being lifted up off the ground and drop the satchel of medical bottles again.  The men begin to trail down the hallway with you in hand when you hear a voice boom over the fit of evil laugher filling the air.

“Gentlemen!” His deep stoic voice booms over the crowd.

Sihtric and Finan throw a few warning blows to the men who are holding you and they cower away quickly. 

“I do not believe King Edward would take kindly to how you’re addressing his own personal healers of Wessex!..” Uhtred speaks directly down to the fat man whose grip has now released Eadith.

You and Eadith gather your stuff from the floor again, quickly. You both peer around the crowd and scurry off towards Osferth who beckons you towards him, away from the gathering of men. You  both scurry away towards him, hearing Uhtred's voice address the crowd who have caused more of a commotion than you’re sure they wished. Sihtric and Finan, stand flipping their small hand daggers around in the air as Uhtred continues to scold the crowd of grown men. 

“...You and your friends are unwelcome here as long as we’re here..” he tells the fat man peering down into his round appalled face. “Now get out, before me and my men throw you out..” He tells him directly pointing towards the door.

The other men have already backed slowly towards the door, while the little fat leader peers up into Uhtred's eyes, wanting to make a show of his disgrace for the crowd. 

“This is my tavern, you and your men are going to have to throw me out if you don’t want to see the sight of me..” He says as bravely as he can. 

Uhtred stands above staring deeply down at the troublemaker and wipes a smirk from his face.

“...Very well…” He says turning back to face Sihtric and Finan with a knowing look.

Sihtric and Finan look at eachother and nod, before hesitantly approaching the fat little man, presumably pissing himself by now. 

Over the crowd Uhtred's eye meets with yours as you stand beside Eadith and Osferth.  He casts you a look of sorrow and pity, with which you tilt your head a bit and bat your eyes towards him. He holds his gaze for a moment before turning back towards the clearly intimidated fat man and instantly pulls his huge arm up back behind his head and swiftly punches the fat man in the jaw; his round little body growing limp instantly as he falls to the floor.

Uhtred huffs a bit before spitting on the man while Finnan and Sihtric grab the limp round body and drag him out the doorway. Uhtred casts his gaze towards you again; as he paces huge strides towards you, straightening his shirt and clutching his sword in his belt. You roll your eyes a bit trying to bite back your smirk as he makes his way over to the three of you.

“Shall I show you ladies to your room?” he asks, a bit breathless as you and Eadith follow him down the dark hallway towards the inn's rooms.