A/N- Anon requested. It kind of went its own way.
You were exhausted of having your head hanging low, you wanted to smile, to laugh, you wanted happiness.
Amazingly you hid your emotions well, the Winchester were oblivious to your depression they even named called you little miss Suzy sunshine, boy were they off by a long shot.
Why so gloom? You had no idea, maybe it was the hunts, maybe it was just you. But the dam inside you was shattering, the faux smile getting more difficult to plaster when around the boys.
It was Friday night, a hunt successfully finished besides the casualties that occurred during the process. The three of you sat soundlessly deadpanned, staring at the floor, the wall, or each other.
âI need a frigginâ drink, you guys in?â Dean spoke up demolishing the silence. âSure.â Sam replied lifting his self from where he sat. âY/N?â Dean directed towards you as he stood by the door with keys in hand. âGo ahead guys. Iâll be fine.â You answered sending him a reassuring look that was painfully hard to fake. âAlright sweetheart, I wonât take long.â Dean gave you a sympathetic glare, had he seen through your act? Or was he feeling guilty for leaving you behind. Either way he didnât say anything, they both just went off giving you and a bottle off booze some alone time.
You poured yourself a drink watching the honey brown fill the glass to the brim, you were about to take a sip before the door swung open with Dean trudging back in. âYou left your game behind?â You tried joking with Dean as he closed the door and tip toed towards you. âNah, I told Sammy to go so I can talk to you.â âTalk to me? What for?â You again acted pretending like you didnât know what he was indicating to. âDonât give me that what for crap, I can see right through you, for days now I hear your muffled cries late at nightâŚand Iâve been damn stupid for ignoring it.â Dean looked down at you with downcast eyes. He brought his hand to your jaw and rested it there, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You had to tell him, you couldnât lie to the man you loved. âIâve been feeling down, brokenâŚâ You choked between words a tear rushing down your face âI donât know DeanâŚI just canât take it anymoreâŚI want to be hap-py.â You nailed your eyes to the ground sobbing grossly. You didnât want Dean to see you like this you always held it together and nowâŚnow he finally saw what you were hiding behind a grin well performed. Dean tugged you towards him, enveloping your body in his arms. Your head lied in his shoulder the scent of leather and whiskey dominating your nose. âPrincess I canât make you happy but i-i can be here with youâŚIâll hold you.â His voice quivered with every word. He made your heart already heavy with disconsolate lighten, his grip on you settling your tears. âI love you sweetheart.â Your mind was word playingâŚDean heâŚbutâŚhis voiced echoed in your head, the three words you thought youâd never here in his tone. You pushed yourself a few steps back so you were at eye level with him, your lips quaking trying to find words to say to the gorgeous elder Winchester. Instead he pulled your chin connecting your lips with his. The kiss was warm and plush, the both of you moving like a duet. You wrapped an arm around his torso pressing yourself to him harder.
Deanâs teeth started tugging at your bottom lip opening up your mouth so he could slide his tongue in, the kiss turned more furious more needy and soon your kneeâs started to buckle. Dean slid an arm to the small of your back, keeping you steady and tight against him. Your tongues battled against each other, Dean winning the fight for dominance. It felt so good, so dizzying, so pleasurable that the throaty groan you attempted to choke back spilled. Dean grunted both his hands snaking down to your ass and squeezing, your core started to heat and the barrier holding in your lustful groans deteriorated.
He few more hungry smacks to the lips later and soon Dean was practically fucking you with his tongue his actions becoming more desperate by the second. He pushed you against a wall and started grinding into you with his growing bulge. You whined against his lips, the friction creating a bubble inside you, a bundle of cords that were growing weak as the time went on. Deanâs lips moved from yours down your jaw to your neck, sucking bruises into the flesh, you writhed and whined from underneath him, you wanted him so badly, to feel him reach the depths of your heat. âDeanâŚâ You groaned tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling. His dark eyes met with yours, his lips swollen, red, and puffy. âWhats the matter sweetheart.â Dean asked, his voice more dark and gruff. His fingers played at the rim of your shirt, his touch skimming at the barely exposed skin. His eyes were drilling into yours, waiting for an answer but you didnât have any, your mind was a whirl wind of a mess, sex driven and incoherent. âCat got your tongue baby?â Dean moved closer his breath washing over your ear, âI know what you want dirty girl, you want me to touch you were you like it, you want me to fuck that pretty pussy nice and hard donât ya baby.â You were slowly melting his voice so thick, so indescribably deep and sexy, damn right you wanted him, you always have. âGodâŚyes Dean.â You temporarily put yourself together only to say the right words to fulfill the fantasy projected by Dean.
You donât know how Dean got you to the bed so quick and you really didnât care his hands were everywhere, tearing the button of your jeans and causing the denim to soar with your flannel shirt, thong and lacy bra a pile soon introduced by the clothing of his own. His tongue skimmed your nipples causing them to harden under the soft wet feeling. Then his mouth ventured lower, to your belly, hips and right where you needed him the most. His breathe hovered your sex, the action tantalizing with your need. He started to lick and nip at your thighs, his teasing causing you squirm and groan. âDean.â You stifled, your want becoming overwhelming. Dean licked a stripe up the lips of your core causing goosebumps to rise from your skin and your hips to buck. He planted soft kisses to your sex his torture still in session, âPlease.â You begged so hungry for him and the feeling of him. âPlease what kitten.â He replied smirking that Dean ass-hat Winchester way. âDean pleaseâŚI wanna feel your cock babyâŚi-i want to hear you moan and I-I-fuck.â Dean stopped your rambling as he slammed into you, making no movements to let you relax to the feeling of him, you wrapped your legs around his hips, your nails also digging into his skin and your eyes connecting with his. You felt so full, his member bigger than dreamt of, you could already feel him scratching at the bundle of nerves and you knew you werenât going to last long. âOh god, baby before we do this I just want you to know that I fucking⌠love you and I want to be the one thing to make you damn happyâŚi-i.â His words stifled and your faced flushed, god he was what you needed, he was your key to joy. âYou make me so happy DeanâŚâ You stated with misty eyeâs looking upon his beautiful face. âThen shall I go on baby.â You gave him a chaste kiss as a substitute for yes. He began slowly, his hips grinding and moving rhythmically with yours, it was bliss, a firework of pure pleasure, the strand inside you popping one by one. Through squinted lids you eyed Dean, his mouth was agape, his face red hot and his breathe quick, he was freaking gorgeous, an art piece. Deanâs pace got more rapid and deeper his cock full on hitting your g-spot. âOh fuck Dean.â You cried your hips snapping with his in desperate need. You were uncoiling, growing weaker from the feel of his body against yours, and the grunts in your ear, his lips nipping your neck, his hands rubbing your skin. The atmosphere was filled with sounds of moaning, grunting, slapping skin, the bed post banging the wall as Dean full on pounded into you.
His name was the only coherent word flying out of you, your body arching, walls tightening, and the string snapping, with a scream tumbling out as you were induced in a white hot high. A few more sloppy, erratic thrusts, Dean came your name leaving him breathlessly. The both of you rode out your orgasms together, your body growing flimsy and frail.
You both tangled together panting, your breaths not yet caught or controlled. Dean repositioned his self, rolling you on your side so that he could spoon you. His head rested on your head and his arms wrapped around your torso, his fingers making circles on your silk skin. You didnât say a word, neither of youâŚit was a perfect moment, a content one, a moment you didnât want to destroy. He would be here when you wake up, heâd make you smile, a grin one hundred percent authentic, heâd take away the sadness, he already has. Heâs what youâve longed for. Heâs what you needed.
Sleep soon weighed your lids, a pull luring you but slightly before you dreamed away you heard Dean whisper to you, âIâll be here, Iâll hold you, Iâll make you happyâŚâ
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