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You immediately pick up, heart thumping against your chest. "Dean??! Are you and Sam okay??" "I saw on the news—" You mix words up, your voice sounding utterly panicked and worried. "Yeah, sweetheart, we're okay." You can practically hear the smirk on his face through the cell phone.

"How the hell did you even pull th—" Dean cuts you off with his rough voice. "Where you at, [name?]"

"I'm at the [random address] motel." You reply to him. "I paid for a single room with a double big bed. Wanted it to be spacious. If you guys want, one of you can stay with me. That way it'll be cheaper and you—"

"Kay, sweetheart, we'll be there." He cuts you off yet again and hangs up on you.

"Dean?? Dean?? You there??"

Son of a bitch.

-time skip-

Dean and Sam arrived at the motel. Dean had already previously informed Sam that he'd stay with you since your bed's a big double and they'd save money for beer or some greasy diner food. You were way closer with Dean than you were with Sam, so it only made sense for him to be the one to stay with you.

Both of the boys were awfully exhausted, so once Sam got his keys at the reception, they parted ways. The receptionist looked, rightfully so, confused why two dudes in a SWAT uniform/gear were staying at a damn motel, but he didn't question them at all. He was an older dude who looked greasy and just really worked there so he could earn any penny.

*ring ring*

Your phone gets a text message notification, and Dean asks for a room number you're staying at.

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Dean > What room ru staying at?

Me < 107

Dean > Ok. 👍

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Dean knocks on the door of your motel room. You get up from the bed, footsteps approaching the door. You wrap your hand around the door handle, pulling it down with ease and opening the door. Dean is standing there. Full swat gear minus the balaclava.

Holy. Shit.

You felt heat pooling through your abdomen and your crotch.

He looked so damn sexy like this. It was honestly embarrassing how long you stood there frozen with your eyes trailing up and down his body. Oggling like a teenage boy over a naked woman in a Playboy magazine.

"The hell are you starin' at?! You're ogling like a damn high school—"

"NO!! I'M NOT!!" you yell and cut him off to defend yourself. "YOU'RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF, DEAN. NOT EVERYONE WANTS YOU AND—"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, sweetheart. You were practically eye-fucking me." He walks in, sitting down on the bed, propping his hands on the top part of his bulletproof vest. "Oh, and…don't think that I don't know about your little uniform kink." His voice rough and strained. "See…when you watch porn…you should use incognito mode."

Your eyes go wide, and you can feel the heat in your face go up by like 5 degrees.

Of fucking course. Of course he doesn't know shit about technology but knows exactly how to watch porn without anyone seeing it.

"You look good, Dean. The uniform and all…" He gets up from the bed, walking over to you, getting all up in your personal space.

"Yeah? You like it that much, sweetheart?" He leans slightly lower, eyes locking into an intense eye contact. You were literally eye-fucking each other. You looking up at him through your eyelashes, looking at him with want and need. submissiveness. And him, looking at you like he's trying to restrain himself from pouncing on you. Sharp eyes piercing yours. Dominance.

"Dean—" you whine, your tone almost protesting.

"Shut up." He yanks you by the collar of your T-shirt and slams you on the bed.

Hunger. In both of you. He knew. Neither of you had to say anything. You both knew where this was going.

"You like SWAT officers that much, huh?" He leans down to grab the handcuffs on his tactical belt. "Hands behind your back, you're being arrested." His voice sharp and stern. He sounded so authoritative it made your stomach flip around.

"But officer—"

"Bad girl," he growls. His hands immediately gripping your wrist, propping them behind your back and slipping them into the pair of the authentic cuffs that are used by the law. Dean tightens the cuffs pretty tight. He isn't playing around. He's probably all wound up from the earlier incident, plus his best friend looks so sexy and is giving him that look.

Dean grabs you by the bicep and yanks you into a sitting position. "You know what happens to bad girls who lie to the officers of the law? They get punished." He slaps you across the face. Hard. You can't help but moan.

"Jesus, you're such a fucking slut. Getting turned on by an officer having his way with her, huh?" He props up your chin between his thumb and index finger. "You wanna make this easy for me and confess the things you have done? Or are we doing this the hard way?" He asks.

His voice is so deep and low. It's so fucking sexy. You don't think you've ever gotten this wet and this fast.

And you stay silent. Not saying a single word.

"You wanna play the hard way? Fine then, have it your way."

Dean pulls out a gun out of his holster, not loading it but pressing it up against your jawline. He starts naming all the real crimes you have actually done on hunts with them and alone. "You wanna confess?" Still agonizing silence from you. He pulls off the safety and cocks it back.

Shit. Dean is taking this roleplay damn serious. He traces the tip of the gun down your jaw to your chin and below it. "I said… Do you wanna confess?"

"Yes!! Yes, I did it. "Whatchu going to do with me, officer, hmm?" you ask, challenging him. Pushing him with cockiness. Dean pulls the safety back on, and discards the gun somewhere on the bed.

"You're acting way too damn cocky. I think I need to search you, sweetheart. I should have all the way before." Dean's hands RIP the shirt off of you. He throws the torn fabric somewhere in the room. "Nothing taped to you…maybe I should check under the bra, huh?" His palms slide under the boning of your bra, hands cupping your tits and thumbs rubbing on your nipples. The rest of his fingers feeling up every single part of them.

"Officer this is—inapp—" His rough voice cuts you off with a yell. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! DID I SAY YOU COULD TALK HUH??" His hands move away just for him to unclasp your bra and slide the straps off your shoulder. He throws the bra in the corner of the room and admirs your bare torso. "On your stomach. NOW."

You lie down, propping your body on the mattress with your tummy down. He pats down the sides of your thighs and the pockets of your ass. His hands trail and pat down all the way to your ankles before his rough voice speaks up. "Lift up your hips." You do as he says. He pats down your front, then he yanks your shorts off you, tossing them on the motel floor.

"You're clean so far. But this little place…." He slides his hands down to your panties, and he grips your crotch. "Can hide a hell lot of things." With a swift motion, he tugs down the thin material of your underwear to your ankles, and you kick them off. You roll on your back, your body bare before him. "Look at that, she's getting the hang of it."

Dean quickly gets his shoes off and straddles you on the bed. His knees press up against the plush of your thighs. “You gonna let me check, or do I have to use force?”

The holster, the tactical vest and belt, and the fingerless gloves. It got you feeling all hot, bothered, and needy.

“Yes, officer..."

“Atta girl.” Dean gets his gloves off with his teeth and discards them on the bed. His hand trails up your thigh in a slowly painful manner. His index and middle finger graze the slick between your pussy lips, which earns a soft gasp from your throat.

He trails his fingers up to your clit, circling and teasing around your sensitive nub. His movements are slow and steady.

“Dean…” you breathe out. “It’s Officer Winchester to you.”

He abruptly stops and switches his index finger with his ring finger. He inserts his fingers inside your wet hole and shoves them as far as he can. They twist and turn, checking for any potential illegal substances or weapons maybe.

“You’re clean, princess.”

He’s done teasing you, and he finally starts thrusting his fingers inside and out of you. He’s doing it so well, it’s clear he has experience from all the women he’s been with. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’s hitting the spot just right, fingers going at a somewhat quickened pace but with harsh, rough movements. “Officer—“ you yelp.

“Shhhh, be good.” He huffs out as his fingers accelerate. “Ah—“ Your moans grow loud and desperate with anticipation. “That’s it, give it to me, c’mon.”

You feel the knot build up in your abdomen. Your cuffed hands attempt to fist in the bedsheets, your eyes squeeze shut. “Ah— Ah— I—“ The sounds escaping your lips get desperate, and with a loud scream, you cum on his fingers.

“You did good, sweetheart. Better when I don’t have to use force, huh?” He chuckles with a cocky smile on his face and then bites his lip.

You can’t believe you just let your best friend see you like that. To touch you like that.

He easily manhandles you on your stomach and reaches for the key to unlock the cuffs restraining your wrist.

You roll your eyes to the back of your head and throw your head back in pleasure. Freedom. Finally.

You don’t waste any time yanking him by his vest on top of you, looking in his eyes with hint of lust and mostly love. His eyes soften when he sees the look on your face.

"Sweetheart, stop looking at me like that or I swear to god—" He cuts his own sentence off when you start undoing the tactical belt on his pants. Dean immediately starts undoing the tactical vest on his torso, after all, he can't have heavy gear on him when he's going to fuck you.

"You have no goddamn idea how much I love you [Name]." You get his belt off and slam the belt on the floor, soon the tactical vest comes next. Dean moves to undo the combat shirt, but you grab his wrist and stop him. "Keep it on, it looks sexy."

"Sorry, baby, cannot do. It's heavy-ass layers, and you get sweaty. I need to be able to fuck you properly. His voice is rough and raspy." Dean starts stripping the uniform one by one until he's finally in his boxers. He pulls them off in a swift motion, his long thick veiny cock hard and the tip flushed, glistening with pre-cum.

"You sure you can take it?" Dean asks one last time, sounding impatient and needy.

"Yes."

With your last confirmation of consent, he doesn't waste any time and shoves his cock in your sopping hole. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, and your head throws back along with your mouth opening and letting out a noise that sounds something like between a moan and a gasp. Your hands immediately grip and claw at his back. You get it now. The moans echoing from behind the door when he's with women. It all makes sense.

Seeing his cock is one thing. But feeling it? A whole other.

When he starts thrusting into you, you start moaning like a mess. You've had your shares of good sex before and guys with above-average sizes. But this was on a whole other level. You've never felt anything like this.

"Dean—" you moan, almost sounding in pain. "Shhh. It's okay baby, don't be a silly girl. You have to get used to me. It'll feel so good in a while." He kisses your forehead. "I promise." Dean grabs your waist for stability, and the other hand moves to hold you behind your head. "Fuck— Dean— Dea—" you moan, and he just chuckles. He's so cocky. "That feel good princess?" You don't answer. Just continue being a moaning mess, and that is answer enough for him.

Dean's pace quickens and you moan even louder. You clench around the girth of his cock, and he hisses through his teeth. "Fuck, I've wanted you since forever," Dean grunts. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I ain't gonna last long if you keep doing that, sweets."

Dean fucks you deeper and harder, and the noises that echo in the room are just purely filthy and erotic. It sounds like you're straight up making porn in there. The bed rocks and squeaks. If anyone is staying next to you, they probably hate your guts right now. "Dean—Dean!! "I'm going to cum!!" You scream.

"Yeah, me too, doll." He grunts, barely keeping it together. Both of you let go, somehow managing to finish at the same time. You scream in bliss, and Dean lets out a rough moan.

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You and Dean got all cleaned up, and now you're tangled up together. Comfortable in each other's arms, practically asleep.

However, walking out of the motel room the next day and finding out Sam was staying next to you the whole time was a pretty awkward moment…

authors note: This was meant to come out yesterday, however, I was stuying 'till 2 am. Sorry guys, enjoy!!