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“Witcher?!” An older man called as he walked into the inn and sat down next to Jaskier, opting to have an exit from the intimidating man.  “I need to hire you,”  He tossed a bag onto the table between them.

“Hmm,”  Geralt grunted eying the small bag of coin.  “What is your problem?”

“Someone has cursed my youngest daughter,”  Jaskier stopped writing in his little book and looked at the man.  He was practically shaking as he spoke.  His hands were clenched together and his lips were pressed together as he stared hard at the table.

“Why?”  Geralt asked flatly.  The man looked up at him his upper lip trembling as he practically growled.

“I allowed her to reject her suitor, does it matter?  Who curses a girl?”  Tears pricked at the father’s eyes and he stood.  “My daughter lives with me and my wife at the edge of the city.  We’re sheep farmers.  Neither of us can live there with her like she is.  Please help her Witcher.  The songs say you can help the afflicted.”  He left the inn at that time.

“You’re gonna help her right?”  Jaskier asked looking over at Geralt.  The white-haired Witcher groaned lowly.

“Your beta senses are not helping you again, Bard.”  Geralt growled.  “That man had the scent of an omega female all over his clothes.”

“Maybe he was sleeping with his wife?”  Jaskier offered as he stood up to follow Geralt.

“He didn’t smell of sex.  And the omega was related to him.  I think his daughter is an omega,”  He said offering some coins to the stable boy.  “Don’t touch my horse,”  He pointed at Roach.

“So you are gonna go check it out,”  Jaskier concludes as he follows behind Geralt.  “Wait, this isn’t where her father lives?”  Jaskier said when they reached the butcher’s home.  “What are we doing here?”

“Her father said he rejected a suitor for her.  He smelt of raw animal and alpha.  There is only one person that fits that description that lives in this town.”

“An alpha?”  Jaskier asked stopping short.  “Are you going to be okay in the same building as him?”

“Yes, Bard.  Alpha’s don’t have issues with each other unless there are other problems,”  Geralt confirmed.

“Right, are there are never other issues,”  The sarcasm dripped from the bard lips as he swung his lute onto his back and the pair walked into the empty butcher’s shop.

“Get out, Witcher,”  A grumpy tall man spoke from behind the counter.

“I just want to know the curse you put on the sheep farmers youngest daughter,”  Geralt asked without much hope.

“Why would I curse a woman I want as my mate?”  the alpha asked in a bored tone.

“Cause her father rejected you?”  Jaskier tossed out nonchalantly.

“I’ll whittle him down,”  The butcher said.  “She’s the only omega in town.  I’m the only constant Alpha.”  The butcher eyed Geralt in an annoyed fashion.  “Now leave.”

“Hmm,”  Geralt groaned before the pair of them left the shop and headed to the farm house.

“You know, if she really is a defenseless, omega,”  Jaskier said as they got to the house.  “Maybe you shouldn’t go in.”  Geralt’s thick arm came into contact with Jaskier’s chest.  It wasn’t hard enough to toss him backward but it was enough to stop the beta.

“You shouldn’t go inside,”  Geralt said firmly.  “I think she might be feral.”  Jaskier took a step back.

“What are you going to do?”  The bard asked.

“What I have to.  I need to try and help her.”  Geralt said, his voice strained.

“I’ll see what I can do,”  Jaskier said giving the Witcher an unnoticed look.

“Careful, Evil Spawn, your jealousy is showing. People might actually think you’re human.” Christina Yang taunted, teasing her colleague and tossing a piece of popcorn toward him. It hit Alex in the arm and dropped to the floor beside the wheelchair he occupied. He glared at the assaulting food as the other interns snickered and smirked, their laughter filling the empty hallway. 

Karev scoffed and rolled his eyes at them, sneering at Yang. “Yeah. Whatever.” He grumbled, gripping the handles of the wheel chair a little tighter, and swiftly turning away from the other interns. He heard them muttering and giggling behind his back, and so he turned back, face red with annoyance. “I just - I don’t get it, what does that guy have, that I don’t?” He argued, gesturing wildly behind him toward the entrance of their hideaway. “The dude is a tool!” 

The four other interns exchanged thoughtful looks, very much enjoying their antics. “Good hair,” Izzy chimed in first with a shrug, stating the fact as if it should have been obvious. She smacked George in the arm, who nodded in agreement, “Great hair, actually. Like, it’s always just so perfectly, well-groomed…” Izzy made a few hand motions for added effect, touching her own head of blonde hair. She made a few more side comments about his rugged good looks and broad shoulders.

“Talented hands.” Meredith added to the list, but then quickly corrected herself before anyone got the wrong idea. “He’s a world-class surgeon.” She shrugged, glancing at Alex who shook his head, feeling betrayed. He scoffed again.

“A heart.” Christina stated bluntly, stealing a laugh from Meredith who shook her head and instantly tried to hide her smile for Alex’s sake. “A soul. Decent human emotions.” She continued, the laughter bubbling up again around them.

Alex had heard enough and he stood up, “Screw you guys.” He grumbled, storming off in the opposite direction. This only made Christina laugh even more, mocking him with a pouty lip and fake teary eyes.

“I’m sure he doesn’t give people syphilis either!” George called out after Alex, who replied with a few choice words of his own, flashing him the finger over his shoulder.

He couldn’t believe them. They were supposed to be his friends! They were supposed to be on his side and agree with him, not make him feel worse about the whole situation. But maybe they were right? What chance did a guy like him have against a guy like that? 

As if the universe were mocking him, a portrait of Dr. Perfect stared down at him at the end of the hall. He sneered at it before turning down the next hall, heading for the lobby at the front of the hospital.

He paused at the main nurses station, collecting a patient’s chart in an attempt to distract himself with work. He looked over the information and tried to make sense of the numbers in front of him. But, no matter how hard he tried to focus, it did little to ease his racing mind and jealous heart.

With a huff of annoyance, he closed the chart and put it back into the slot, clenching his jaw. He scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to force away his frustrations. He scratched at the stubble accompanying his jawline. What the hell was he doing? He shook his head, annoyed and angry with himself. 

A familiar, adorable giggle reached his ears and seized his heart; it was a sound he’d recognize anywhere. He followed the beautiful sound and glanced in the direction of the grand staircase, spotting (Y/N) standing near the bottom of the steps with none other than the tool himself, Dr. Malcolm Ramsay; Dr. Perfect. 

Alex watched their exchange from afar and his lip curled with anger as the jealousy bubbled up inside of his chest, making his blood boil. It coiled and twisted inside of his stomach, making him feel sick. She looked so excited and bubbly and happy and it pissed him off knowing that it wasn’t him who made her feel that way. How could he?

He watched with disdain as the man touched her arm, affectionately squeezing it. She giggled and scrunched her nose up, making it crinkle cutely. Alex clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his jaw set. He had to look away, his stomach - and heart - couldn’t bear to watch anymore. 

Leaving the nurses station, he rounded the next corner and paused, making a decision. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to know; for his own sanity, he needed to know why she felt the way that she did and why it had to be him.

He waited impatiently for her, pacing the small section of hallway and earning himself a few odd looks from nurses and passing doctors. He would turn expectantly at every passing set of footsteps, only being met with disappointment. One particular set of footsteps caught his ear and when he turned to confront them, he was met with the (Y/E/C) that he adored so much.

Grabbing her by the arm gently, yet firmly, he tugged her into a nearby supply closet and shut the door with a loud bang. “Alex, what the hell?” (Y/N) gasped with a confused expression on her face. She rose a curious brow at the other intern, his back still to her. “Alex, what’s going on?” She asked again, hesitant to know the answer. Something was wrong.

“(Y/N) we need to talk.” Alex finally spoke, his voice agitated and a bit shaky. He turned to face her then, his expression hard and serious. He had his hands on his hips and his breathing was erratic, his chest rising and falling quickly, but he said nothing else.

(Y/N) made an impatient face as the silence built between them and she folded her arms under her breasts, sighing “Okay?” She questioned, dragging out the word with annoyance, “Alex, you’re being weird. What the hell is going on?” She asked with a huff, her lips pressed into a solid line. “Look, Alex, I’ve got work to do. Bailey is going to kill me if I don’t get these charts finished. Spit it out.” 

His stomach was in knots, doing cartwheels in his abdomen. His tongue felt like concrete in his mouth, too heavy to move. Fuck. Man up! Talk to her! “Why do you like him?” Alex blurted out suddenly, his brow pinched together and his eyes stern.

(Y/N) frowned heavily at him, “Excuse me?” She asked, confused and slightly offended by his assumption. “Like who, Alex? You’re not making any sense.” She rolled her eyes at the man.

“Don’t act like you don’t know. I saw how cozy you just were with him, giggling and doing that nose scrunch thing you do.” He stated, gesturing to her nose and face, clearly upset. 

“What?” (Y/N) scoffed at him and shook her head, her (Y/H/C) swaying with the motion. “You’re being ridiculous.” She muttered and moved to step past him, but he stepped in her path. “Alex.” She huffed, annoyed by his antics. 

“Answer the question; why do you like that tool? I need to know.” Alex insisted, his eyes searching hers for an answer. 

“Alex, move.” (Y/N) tried again, but Alex kept his stance firm and planted his feet. It became very apparent to her Alex wasn’t about to let this go any time soon. She looked away from him, her tongue making an annoyed clicking sound in her mouth before she huffed, giving in. “He’s not the one I like, Alex.” She admitted, forcing herself to look into his eyes.

Alex frowned at that, his confusion only growing stronger. “W-what, who then?” He asked, his tone not as harsh as before. He crossed his arms, trying to rack his brain and figure out who this mystery guy is. His face was scrunched and pinched between his brows, straining.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, her expression softening a fraction. She studied his face, her eyes wandering over his handsome features and eyes full of so much emotion. “Do you really not know, dummy?” She stated, the softness of her voice catching his attention. There was another drawn out pause. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” She smiled a little at him, raising her brows in an attempt to silently fill in the blanks for him.

Everything began to click into place and his face began to relax at the realization. Alex swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat with her confession, his eyes falling to her lips briefly before meeting her eyes. A hint of a smile hitched up the corner of his mouth before he closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face. Their lips met, hard and desperate to taste each other. They’d been dreaming of this day, the pair of them dancing around their feelings for months and now… now it was actually happening.

Alex’s heart was racing inside of his chest, pounding so hard he thought it would burst from his chest and flop onto the floor. He had to break away, but didn’t go far, their foreheads still pressed together. He smiled and laughed softly, sounding a bit breathless. Her hands were on his chest and he wondered if she could feel his heart pounding there. He rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs, his fingers cradling the back of his neck. 

“Does that answer your question, dummy?” She muttered and laughed softly, her lips connecting with his again in an affectionate peck. After a moment, she laughed again, “Wait, were you really jealous of Dr. Ramsey?” She questioned, teasing him with a raised brow. 

Alex rolled his eyes playfully, “Shut up.” He replied, silencing her giggles with another kiss.

All of your rational thoughts flew out of the window as he started leaving kisses down your body. His hands massaged one of your breasts as his mouth latched onto another, eliciting a deep moan from your mouth as his tongue flicked your hardened nipple.

You knew this was bad but you were taken by the piece of writing like a moth drawn towards the flame. You had put your hands in the fire, willingly, and now you were going to get burned by it, but you couldn't stop yourself from reading the next lines.

“De-” you whimpered as he let go of your nipples and started to work on your pants. His hands brushed your clothed core as he murmured, “Mhm, so wet for me already. How long have you been thinkin’ ‘bout me, sweetheart?” Dean ripped your panties and let out a low growl, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Long enough.” You purred. He pulled at your panties as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lips, drawing out a low moan out of you.

A small whimper left your lips as you looked around the empty bunker, thanking your luck that Sam and Dean were both out to pick up some supplies. You contemplated whether to move your reading to your bedroom or stay at the War Room table surrounded by piles of lore books.

You didn't even know how you ended up on this fansite because all this time you clearly had no idea that fans from all over the world were writing certain stories involving the Winchester based on the books by Carver Edlund. You were supposed to be researching for new cases, not read some erotic piece of writing about Dean Winchester, your best friend, but you somehow opened this site and you did come across a really sensual story, and ever since you started reading it, you couldn't stop. So there was no turning back now.

You let out a little sigh as you read on, knowing very well your panties were now ruined.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered into your ears. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“And you're overdressed,” you whined tugging at his jeans.

“Someone's a little too eager,” he smirked and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor. You could see his growing excitement strain against the material of his jeans. Your hands reached out to palm the very noticeable bulge but he quickly swatted your hand away.

“Tonight is not about me, it's about you, sweetheart.” He smirked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. You threw your head back as you cried out in ecstasy when Dean put a finger inside you. He pumped twice before adding another. Your eyes fluttered shut as he curled his fingers in you, the tips brushing against your g-spot repeatedly, the action drawing out a loud moan from you. You could feel yourself edging towards the climax as Dean kept on repeating the motion.

You bit down on your lip, trying to stop your own moan that was threatening to leave your mouth. Your free hand gripped your thigh tightly, nails digging into your skin through your jeans as you felt your face on fire.

“Fuck,” you cursed as he pulled out his fingers just before you could come. He had a devilish smirk on his face and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. He quickly opened the button on his jeans before pushing it down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. You watched him as he took his cock in his hands, pumping himself twice before rubbing up and down his length, the tip of his length beaded with precum.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” You were getting annoyed with his teasing.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” Dean pressed his lips onto yours in a chaste kiss before lining himself in front of your entrance. You sucked in a deep breath as he pushed himself in you. He-

You slammed your laptop shut as you heard the boys coming down the stairs. So lost in the story, you didn't even hear the boys closing the door of the bunker.

“Honey, we're home!” Dean teased, as he rounded the corner of the stairs and stood across the table. “You okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he placed the pack of beer on the table.

“Y-yeah. I'm great. Awesome. Amazing. Fantastic,” you blurted out and mentally slapped yourself - like that was totally going to help you and not raise any suspicion.

You looked at Dean with hooded eyes, feeling like you were seeing him in a new light. Were his eyes always this beautiful shade of green? Your eyes travelled downwards as you gulped at the sight of his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the voice of Sam.

“W-what?”

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed,” he asked with worries in his eyes.

“Stop asking me if I'm okay!” You exclaimed.

“Okay,” Dean raised up his hands in defence. Grabbing your laptop from the table, you stood up and turned on your heels to go to your room.

It had been three days since you had read the story about Dean, which you had eventually completed reading once you were alone in your bedroom. Three days since you had spent every spare minute you had to look up more of those writings about Dean. But now, you regretted it because every time you crossed paths with him, you wanted nothing but to rip his clothes off and jump his bones. You cursed Chuck for writing about the lives of the Winchesters and publishing it, giving way to the inspirations for these fanfictions. Your feelings toward him had intensified and you couldn't even form a complete sentence without stuttering while talking to him.

Even though Dean was indifferent to the change in your actions, Sam had quickly caught on to it but you had kept your mouth tightly shut, though you didn't know how long you would be able to control yourself around him - especially after tonight.

As you laid in the bed of a rundown motel room, you picked up a pillow to cover your ears, trying to drown out the voices coming from Dean's room. The banging of the headboard against the paper thin wall and the loud moans of the girl made you wonder if sex with Dean was really as good as you read in the stories. You looked over to the other bed in the room and saw Sam’s chest rise and fall accompanied by heavy breathing, indicating he was in deep sleep but Dean's low grunts and moans from the other room made it impossible for you to get any sleep that night.

“Morning,” Dean strolled into your room the next morning, with a stupid ‘I got laid’ look on his face. You glanced at him while sipping your coffee but refrained from saying anything.

“Next time, stay at another motel if you decide to bring home a girl,” Sam grumbled at his brother.

“So this is what it is all about? I swear you both are so uptight. You just need to get laid,” he smirked, taking a seat at the table across you.

You looked at him again but didn't say anything. You knew it was stupid to be angry at him. He was a man with needs and it was not like you had said anything to him about your crush.

“What's the matter with you?” Dean asked. You ignored his question as you grabbed your FBI clothes before marching off into the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't think straight with Dean Winchester looking like a freaking Vogue model in a suit. You took your sweet time to put on your clothes before leaving the bathroom.

“Y/N,” Dean said the moment you entered the room. You didn't even bother to look at him. “You can't ignore me forever.”

“I'm not ignoring you,” you finally spoke, “I'm just not talking to you.”

“Why? What did I do, sweetheart?”

“I'm not your sweetheart, Dean Winchester,” you snapped, surprising him.

“Easy there tiger,” he joked before slipping into his work persona, “So what do we have?” Dean picked up your laptop and logged into it before you could say anything. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as you saw Dean’s face scrunch up, his eyes moving swiftly over the laptop screen.

“I had no idea you were into fifty shades, Y/N,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“This. You were reading porn.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh Y/N. I was so wrong abo-” He suddenly stopped mid sentence as the playfulness left his face. “What is this?” Dean frowned.

“I….I don't-” You stammered. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to find out.

“Dean?” Sam called out to his brother, noticing his change in expression. The older Winchester shoved the laptop towards his brother, all the while glaring at the electronic device.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed as he took a look at the screen. “Y/N. Tell me you weren't-”

“She clearly was.” You winced at how Dean spit out those words.

“I can explain. I just came across-”

“Don't.” Dean snapped and stormed out of the room.

The hunt was a success and right now you and the Winchesters were celebrating the success in a bar. You rolled your eyes as you saw Dean flirting with a blonde so you knew you weren't going to get any sleep tonight either but what bothered you the most was that Dean had barely spoken any words to you since he found out about the stories.

“Hey are you okay?” Sam asked as you sat there at the counter nursing a glass of drink.

“Y-yeah I'm fine,” you whispered.

“Talk to me. You know your secrets are always safe with me,” he smiled.

“What's left to say? I came across a story. It was an erotic piece of writing with, uh-Dean, and I read it. Now I can't look at him without thinking that I invaded his privacy. I know it's all fiction but I read porn about my best friend. Everytime I see him, I am reminded of how he flicks his tongue-”

“Y/N! Too much information,” Sam groaned.

“Sorry.”

“What you did is wrong but you can't turn back time, can you?”

“No but what am I supposed to do?”

“Get laid. Relieve some of that tension.” Sam shrugged, making you glare at him.

“I love your brother, Sam who is over there flirting with that blonde, not talking to me. I-I can't do this. It's better if I just pack up my bags and permanently move to Antarctica.” You muttered.

“Y/N, be realistic. Talk to him or find someone to scratch your itch.” Sam said, getting out of his seat before walking away from you. You flagged the bartender for another round when you noticed a man slide into the seat next to you.

“Hey gorgeous. What is a pretty little thing like you doing all alone here?” You wanted to puke as soon as you heard the man speak. He placed a hand on yours, making your shudder.

“Hey,” you said, trying to use some of Sam’s advice and it was only for one night.

“Want to get out of here?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the man’s straightforwardness, he could have at least bought you a drink.

“Uhm-” you played along.

“Come on baby. You and I are gonna have an amazing night with your pussy wrapped around my cock-” and that was the final strike. You were ready to get out of the bar but not with that man.

“No thanks, I have a boyfriend,” you mumbled before finishing your drink and storming out of the bar, unbeknownst to the fact that Dean was watching the whole interaction, the woman beside him long forgotten.

Seeing you storm out of the bar, peaked his curiosity. He was never good with feelings so when he caught you fantasizing about him, it took him entirely by surprise. He had stormed out of that room because if he had stayed one more second, he would have taken you right then and there. After that incident, he couldn't get you out of his mind and that was making him uncomfortable because it was getting impossible for him to continue walking around with a hard on.

Three harsh knocks on the door of the motel room interrupted your solo drinking session. Annoyed, you went to the door only for Dean to push it open and get in quickly

“Dean? What are-” your words were cut off by him loudly closing the door behind him. “Look I'm sorry, Dean. I know you can't even probably look at me. I am so sorry-”

“Why did you read about me?”

“What?”

“Why did you read about me? Why not read about Sam?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“I-I….well. It's-I don't exactly have a reason-”

“Y/N.” He cocked his head.

“Fine. I like you. I like Sam too but he is like a brother to me and you're you. I-” you stopped rambling when you heard him scoff lightly.

“Then what's the matter with you?”

“Huh?” Now you were utterly confused.

“One moment you say that you like me and the next you are flirting with a sleazy bastard at the bar,” he huffed.

“You saw that?”

“Of course I did.”

“I thought you were angry at me because I literally read porn about you. You stormed out of that room.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you whispered the words to him.

“I was angry but not at you. I don't like Chuck’s books but I kinda feel proud that you read porn about me,” you looked up at Dean and saw him smirking, “I was angry at myself because all this goddamn time I kept thinking you didn't feel the same.”

“What?”

“You have read about what fake-me can do, wanna see what the real me can?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“W-what?” At this question, Dean leaned in, cupping your cheek as he captured your lips in a kiss. Your hands travelled all the way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue swept across your lips, making you whimper. You both stumbled back to the bed, his lips still on yours. You only separated for a few seconds when you two quickly undressed.

“Dean!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone, followed by a guttural groan from Dean as he spilled inside you, coating your walls with his seed. He panted, dropping his head in the crook of your neck as you both came down from the high. Raising his head, Dean looked at you with a fond expression on his face as he pulled out of you, rolling to the other side of the bed.

“Whoever said it was very wrong. Reality is so much better than fiction,” you giggled, looking at the man lying beside you. He turned his body to pull you closer, pecking your lips.

“I can't argue with you on that. Now no more reading about me, okay?” You nodded a stupid grin on your face.

“I got the real deal.”

“So you're not moving to Antarctica, are you? ‘Cause I would love to call you mine and I'm not good at long distance stuff,” Dean smirked.

“No, Winchester. I am not going anywhere because I would love to be called yours. Also remind me to kill Sam in the morning.” You huffed, making Dean burst out in fits of laughter.

“You should just call him, Gia,”  Juliet said as she hugged her friend.  “It might be awkward, but it’s best to get it over with.”

“Jules!  What are you doing here?”  Shawn asked as he and Gus walked near the nurse’s station at the hospital.

“Uh, I’m seeing my friend, Gia.  What are you two doing here?”  Juliet asked as she looked at Shawn.

“And what are you doing here Gia?”  Shawn asked.

“I work here,”  Gia said looking at him curiously.  “I thought the scrubs gave it away.”

“I often wear scrubs to places I don’t work,”  Shawn said in mock seriousness.

“No you don’t, Shawn,”  Gus said waving at the two women.  “Shawn’s dad had an Appendectomy.  We’re here visiting.”

“Oh that’s nice, Gus, but this isn’t the right building,”  Gia smiled sweetly.

“See, I told you,”  Gus said crossing his arms and turning his back on his friend.

“Well there must have been some reason that I felt compelled to come to this building,”  Shawn said as he put his finger to his forehead.

“Cause you can’t read a sign,”  Gus said snarkily over his shoulder.

“I’m sensing there are donuts, or bagels, perhaps somewhere near here,”  Shawn continued ignoring his friend.

“Actually,”  Gia started, but she was interrupted as a group of nurses and doctors ran through the hospital with a man on a gurney.  Gia stepped out in front of several people who obviously didn’t work at the hospital.

“FBI,”  All of them said over the top of each other, pulling out credentials and pushing them in front of her face.

“I don’t care if you’re the grim reaper, you can’t go back into ICU unless a doctor says you can.”  She stood her ground in front of the 4 men, blocking them with a stare.  The oldest man turned and pulled out a cellphone, before walking away.

“Which department are you two with again?”  The young man in the vest asked the other two FBI agents in suits.

“Gus, just cause the feds are here doesn’t mean you can steal the girl's donuts!”  Shawn exclaimed at his friend who had picked up a blueberry crawler from her desk.

“It’s alright, it was making me sick anyway,”  Gia said looking quite pale true to her word.  “Anne, can you hold down the fort for me please,”  She called to one of her coworkers as she and Juliet walked away and to a bathroom.

“Detective Lassiter, I need to… Oh crap, why are you two here?”  Lassie asked Shawn as he got to the nurse’s station as Juliet left.

“You’re too late detective, you missed all the action,”  Shawn gloated.  “Jules’ friend stood up to the FBI.”

“FBI?”  Carlton turned around to see the three FBI agents.

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The afternoon sunlight was bright and intrusive as it cascaded in through the large window overlooking the city, interrupting (Y/N)’s sleep and stirring her awake. She groaned and scrunched her face up against the unwelcome light, her nose wrinkling with discomfort. 

Her mouth was dry and her head was pounding painfully - courtesy of all the alcohol she and the Winchester brother’s had consumed the night before. They’d been out celebrating Dean’s birthday and naturally, he’d insisted they go to Vegas for a night of fun. 

Now, as fun as it may have been at the time, her body was definitely regretting her choices. 

With another groan, she tried to roll away from the source of the sunlight and yanked the covers over her head, shifting on the mattress to face the other direction. The comforter was fluffy and heavenly, wrapping her into a cocoon of warmth. Her body connected with something solid beside her and she froze, having not expected the sudden skin on skin contact. 

Her (Y/E/C) eyes shot open wide and she gasped in surprise as she looked beside her, eyeing the naked man she currently shared a bed with. She withdrew herself, nearly falling out of bed in her haste to get away from the stranger.

She hugged the covers close when she realized her clothes were also missing, covering her bare chest as best as she could. She stared at the man with wide eyes, trying to put a name to the shaggy brown hair. Upon further inspection, she soon realized that the man in her bed wasn’t a stranger at all… It was Sam.

Sam fucking Winchester. 

She brought a shaky hand to her head and tried to recall the events from the night before, but the effort only resulted in a piercing headache and fragmented images. Her eyes wandered back to Sam - who remained unbothered, laying face down into the mattress. She studied his face in an attempt to help jog her memories, to no avail. She exhaled heavily, blowing the air from her lips in a frustrated sigh. 

The white sheet was draped over his bare ass, contrasting heavily with his sun bronzed skin. She couldn’t help but let her eyes scan over his naked form, traveling up the length of his muscular back and strong shoulders. She traced every dip and curve along the planes of his back, her breath hitching in her chest. He had his large arms folded beneath his head, tucked under his pillow while he slept.

(Y/N) felt her heart flutter with excitement and her cheeks grew warm and darkened in color, something inside of her stirring and building at the sight of him. She shifted a little and chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes taking in his peaceful expression. It wasn’t often she saw a Winchester so relaxed, especially Sam. It was a refreshing sight. She almost didn’t want to wake him.

A hint of a smile tugged at her lips, despite the situation she found herself in. What the hell happened last night? She tore her gaze away from the youngest Winchester and began to search the room for some answers, scanning over the discarded beer bottles and nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels next to the sofa. The sight of it made her stomach flip and turn. She wouldn’t be drinking any of that for a while.

Another groan left her and she had to shut her eyes to help fight off a wave of nausea. This would be the last time she’d let a Winchester talk her into drinking again. She combed a set of fingers through her tangled (Y/H/C) hair, ruffling it up a bit at the roots in an attempt to tame it after her apparently eventful night. Something snagged in the strands and she pulled her hand away to examine it further, her eyes going wide once again. 

There, on her left hand, a delicate diamond ring sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. It wasn’t overly large or bulky and it felt out of place on her finger, but it was breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes darted back to Sam and, regretfully moving too fast, she yanked his pillow from under his head to get a better view of his hands.

He woke with a sharp intake of air, his head jerking upward and making his vision spin. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He mumbled incoherently, still half asleep. (Y/N) ignored him and grabbed for his left hand, while also carefully keeping the blanket tucked close to her naked frame. 

Sam was confused and groggy, his face heavy with sleep. His hair was tousled and sticking up at odd angles, and if (Y/N) wasn’t already preoccupied, she would have thought he looked adorable. Though, in her eyes, Sam Winchester was always adorable. 

As suspected, there on Sam’s left hand, was a black wedding band circling his ring finger. Uh-oh. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach and the blood seemed to drain from her face; what did they do?

Sam studied her face, his own filled with concern as he followed her gaze, dropping it to their hands. Realization quickly took over and a hint of a smile pulled on his lips. He shifted and took her hand in his, their fingers lacing together. 

(Y/N) was puzzled by this gesture and her eyes snapped to his, his hazel gaze overwhelming her. She felt her heart beat a little harder, a little faster, inside of her chest as she watched Sam. He moved on the mattress, his muscles flexing and shifting under his tanned skin. His weight caused the bed to shift and dip differently as he moved closer. 

She couldn’t breath, couldn’t speak. He lifted a hand and gently brushed it against her cheek, tucking away a few strands of hair. Her face burned with a blush and she found herself wanting to burrow into the covers and hide forever, but she was frozen in place, hypnotized by the beautiful man in front of her. 

“You don’t remember, do you?” He asked, his voice a bit gravely with sleep, but full of kindness and adoration. Was this really happening?

(Y/N) shook her head, still unable to find her voice. Sam smiled fondly, dimples creasing his handsome face. “I’m not surprised, we were both pretty wasted.” He laughed lightly, the sound filling her with so much joy. He rubbed circles into the back of her hand, the pad of his thumb much rougher than she’d imagined. It was nice, though, and the gesture made her chest swoon. 

“The shortened version; after Dean ditched us at the casino, we decided to check out The Strip. More alcohol was consumed, feelings were announced, lots and lots of kissing,” He flashed her his boyish grin and looked up at her through brown bangs, his own cheeks flushed with color.

The more Sam spoke, the more blanks he filled in and the distorted images in her mind were starting to become clearer. He chuckled before continuing, “We, uh, accidentally stumbled into one of those,” He used his hands to emphasize what he was saying, “over-the-top, overly exaggerated churches,” He laughed again.

“With the Elvis impersonator. Oh god.” (Y/N) recalled and dropped her face into her palm, hiding it. They both laughed, a little embarrassed by their actions… but somehow, not regretting them. 

“Right.” Sam confirmed, a smile still adorning his face. “Well, one thing led to another and…” He held up his hand, twisting the band around with his thumb. 

The pair of them sat in silence for a moment, despite a few longing gazes and giggles, letting everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours sink in. Her eyes fell to the diamond sparkling on her finger again and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” Sam asked with care, gingerly touching her exposed knee to steal her attention. He offered her a closed lip smile for assurance, urging her to share her thoughts.

“This is crazy, right?” (Y/N) stated, the rational part of her brain taking over. Her heart couldn’t be happier, but there was no way this would actually work, right? They were drunk. Fuck, were they still drunk? Panicking, she moved to stand up, taking the sheet with her and wrapping it around her tiny frame, covering her exposed skin. 

She paced a little, padding the length of the bed and back again. “I mean… we’re married, Sam. Fucking married… man and wife… sickness, heath, death due us part… married.” 

Sam watched her, his eyes lingering over the skin he could see from where the blanket hung low, hesitating on the dimples of her lower back. “Is it though?” Sam asked from his position on the bed, stopping her in her tracks. 

“What?” She snapped back and looked at him in bewilderment, but then quickly averted her gaze, having forgotten he was completely naked. 

“Is this really that crazy?” Sam corrected, moving to join her on the other side of the bed. 

(Y/N) didn’t notice his movement, her eyes closed with frustration. “Sam.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between her finger and thumb.

“No, I’m serious. (Y/N/N), look at me.” He encouraged, his voice gentle. He stopped in front of her and gently caressed her cheek, before hooking his finger below her chin, tilting her head to look up at him. She couldn’t help but lean into his touch, her worries already beginning to ease. 

His large, puppy dog eyes bore into hers, making her legs feel weak. “I don’t regret our decision, however reckless it may have been.” He laughed a little, before continuing, “I haven’t been this happy in a very long time,” He said, swallowing thickly and forcing his Adam's apple to bob with the motion. 

“I am beyond crazy about you, (Y/N/N), have been for a while now and I know you feel it too… you admitted it last night.” He reminded her with a smirk, making her blush again. “I just… I fail to see how this is a bad thing. And I don’t want to.”

(Y/N) stared up at him, stunned into silence. How could this be happening? Everything she’d ever wanted to hear him say, he was saying it. Right now. Right in front of her. Sam and all his glory, was admitting that he loved her. “Well what are you waiting for, then? Kiss your wife.” She muttered, breathless.

A smile broke across Sam’s face. He didn’t need telling twice. He dipped his head and her eyes shut, her long lashes fluttering. Their lips crashed together, molding and morphing into one, as if they were meant for just that purpose. She parted her lips for him, inviting him in.

(Y/N) felt herself moving closer to Sam, her body moving on it’s own accord, her hands releasing the blanket in her grasp as she pressed her palms firmly into his bare chest. The sheet fell into a heap around her feet, forgotten. Her hands travelled up, bracing herself with his strong shoulders as she hoisted herself higher, wanting to be closer.

He groaned and placed his large hands at her thin waist, spraying out his thick fingers and dimpling her skin. His tongue eagerly tasting the inside of her mouth, hungry. He lifted her with ease, his hands moving down to cup her ass and she responded with a moan, her legs wrapping around him. 

Sam turned toward their bed, gently laying her against the mattress while he hovered above her, careful not to put too much weight onto her. His lips left her mouth and attacked her neck instead, leaving a wet trail along her jawline, traveling down to her pulse point where he suckled gently. He nibbled at her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her flesh. She shivered beneath him. “I’m going to do more than just kiss my wife.” He promised through a lustful growl.

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“Dad, you’re not serious!” Harper exclaimed and stared at her father with wide blue eyes, her jaw dropping in shock. “No,” She shook her head abruptly, her blonde hair swaying with the quick movement. “I can’t.” She put her hands up, denying the offer.

Dean didn’t waver an inch and continued to hold the keys up between them in the air for his daughter to take. “Sure you can.” He insisted, his face completely serious. “Gotta learn sometime, kiddo.”

She seemed to stammer over her words, obviously very nervous about what he was requesting. “Dad, no, y-you love that car! Wh-what if I do something wrong? What if I crash into a ditch or something?!” She blurted out in a panic, her words rushing out in a desperate attempt to find any excuse not to do it. 

Dean smirked a little, “Well, if you do,” He tossed the keys into the air suddenly and made his way toward the passenger’s side door. “You’ll be grounded for the rest of your life.” Harper caught the keys effortlessly despite the look of alarm on her face. She spun around to face him, shaking her head. “C’mon,” He patted the roof of the Impala, “get your butt movin’, we’re burnin’ daylight. Let’s go.” Dean climbed in, chuckling at the expression on her face while he waited for her to join.

It took Harper a moment to gather up her courage and another moment to force her feet to move. She opened the door with a shaky hand, the old metal creaking as it did. She climbed in and got settled behind the wheel; she’d ridden in the Impala a countless number of times, but it felt completely feign from this perspective. 

Dean tried to hide the smirk from his face while he watched his daughter get herself situated, grunting a little when she moved the bench seat forward. “Sorry,” she apologized, eyeing the way her father’s knees now grazed the glove compartment. He shook his head and was quick to assure her that it was fine, attempting to keep the discomfort from his face. 

She huffed out a breath and resumed her adjustments, fixing the mirrors and nervously checking every little detail before turning the ignition. Baby roared to life, her engine rumbling beneath the young Winchester, her power vibrating through Harper’s palms, all the way up her arms and into her chest. 

Dean smiled at the look on Harper’s face, remembering the first time he’d experienced that feeling himself. His heart swelled with pride and he nodded encouragingly when she glanced at him, motioning for her to put it into gear. 

She nodded and put her palm onto the shifter, moving it into the correct gear and pulling out of the garage. Within minutes, she was on the road, the long strip of asphalt seeming endless as it stretched out in front of her. She kept the speed low, fear influencing her to drive just below the limit. 

Despite a few stuttering starts and jerky stops, Harper was doing surprisingly well. “You’re doing great, kid.” Dean encouraged, watching her closely but only occasionally glancing in her direction. He didn’t want to make her more nervous or self conscious than she already was, so he tried not to make it obvious that he was studying her every move. “Relax. Just breathe, sweetheart. And let her do the work. Trust her, she knows what she’s doing.” He patted the dash affectionately, just as Harper had seen him do a thousand other times.

Harper nodded and got comfortable, relaxing into the seat. She released a breath of air and loosened her grip around the leather steering wheel, pressing the gas pedal a little harder until Baby picked up speed. A wide grin nearly split her face in two, the excitement of going faster making her heart race. Dean chuckled and allowed himself to enjoy the moment, his green eyes shimmering with fatherly pride. “That’s my girl,” He reached over and touched her arm adoringly, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving to adjust the radio. 

A smirk tugged at Harper’s lips before she swatted her father’s hand away, “Ah-ah, nope.” She turned the knob and changed the radio to her favorite station, “Driver picks the music, remember?” She teased, raising a brow,  “Shotgun shu-” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean interrupted and playfully rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh and give in to his daughter’s teasing remarks. “You’ve been letting your Uncle Sammy tell you too many stories.” He grumbled, trying to hide his amusement. But her giggle made him snort out his own laugh, and the two of them enjoyed the moment together. 

Music filled the cab, the lyrics to Linkin Park’s Roads Untraveled making Harper smile. Dean scowled at the song, unfamiliar with the music, but remained - mostly - silent except for a few stubborn grumbles. Despite this, he sat and made no move to change stereo to something more enjoyable, following the rules he’d made up all those years ago. And so he simply listened carefully to the song and allowed the lyrics to sink in.

Harper sang along softly, having inherited her father’s love for music. “Weep not for roads untraveled,” Her voice made him smile as he stared through the window, watching as the tall pine trees zoomed by in a green blur. “Weep not for sights unseen,” Dean fought the urge to hum along, not wanting to give Harper the impression that he was actually enjoying the song; even though he very much was. “May your love never end and if you need a friend,” She glanced at her father, seeing right through him and she smirked, singing a little louder now. “There’s a seat here alongside me.” 

Dean met her gaze and he rolled his eyes, his own smile breaking over his features. “Alright, fine. It’s a good song.” He admitted defeat and she grinned a little brighter, cranking it up and going a little faster, Baby speeding down the empty road.

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Metropolis was beautiful this time of year; the trees were so lively and full of color, and the city was buzzing with cheer as everyone prepared for the coming holidays. Even with the chilly fall breeze and increasingly bitter weather, the season never failed to bring a smile to (Y/N)’s face. 

She hugged herself a little tighter as another frigid gust blew past her, causing a shower of leaves to cascade down around her. The colder the weather got, the more grateful she was for the plaid scarf Clark had recently gifted her. She hadn’t been too fond of the color choice at first - it was a mixture of warm autumn colors; splashes of brilliant reds, vibrant yellows, various browns and burnt oranges.

But, despite her initial dislike of the garment, she couldn’t bring herself to actually tell Clark this. Knowing her boyfriend and his Kansas heart of gold, he bought it with good intentions and she wouldn’t (and couldn’t) diminish any joy from his steel blue eyes. It was the thought that counted anyway, right? And so, to satisfy her guilty conscience, she wore it every time mother nature decided to show her uglier side.

(Y/N) sighed with content as she continued along the cobblestone path, her boots heavy against the stone as she crunched through the fallen leaves. The path was encased by an overhanging of thick branches and leaves that were ever changing and breathtaking in the early morning sun. This was her favorite place to find peace, hidden by skyscrapers and tucked away into the heart of the city. It was so quiet this early in the morning, with the exception of a few morning song birds, and it sort of became her own fortress of solitude in a way. 

She only slowed in her stroll when she approached the old bridge overlooking the lily pond, pausing to lean over the stone edge and peer down into the water. She tipped her head curiously, gazing down at her own reflection and smiling softly at herself. She supposed the scarf wasn’t too bad after all; it was soft and warm and the colors went surprisingly well with her red coat. She’d make a point to thank Clark one more time.

(Y/N) didn’t know how long she’d remained there on the bridge, watching - mesmerized really - by the fluttering leaves and the way they rippled against the water’s surface. Time seemed to be irrelevant here and that was something she was perfectly okay with. 

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, there was someone suddenly behind her and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end with the closeness, her body naturally tensing and preparing for fight or flight. She hadn’t been expecting anyone.

She spun when the unknown person got closer, instinctively spinning and swinging a hand toward the stranger’s face in defense. Her open palm swiped past the man’s nose, nearly missing connection as he ducked back out of the way, the hot coffees sloshing out over their lids and onto his hands (he feigned a hiss of pain.). “Whoa, hey!” Came the familiar voice. His thick rimmed glasses shifted down to the end of his nose with the sudden movement, his blue eyes wide with surprise and his curly hair tousled out of place, leaving a single curl dangling in front.

“Jesus Chri- Clark!” (Y/N) gasped with surprise, her hand grasping at her chest in an attempt to ease her racing heart. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were as wide as his, her chest rising and falling with quickened gasps. “You scared the crap out of me.” She shook her head and ran a nervous hand through her (Y/H/C) hair, swiping it back and out of her face. 

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry (Y/N). I didn’t mean to startle you.” Clark admitted sheepishly, setting down the coffees and brushing the hot liquid off his hands with the back of his jeans. He could hear the rapid rate of her heart and he genuinely felt bad for giving her such a fright. He quickly pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “It’s just that I…. I wanted to surprise you… before heading into work.” He offered her a shy smile, motioning toward the coffee stained paper cups resting on the ledge. He readjusted the strap of his leather satchel bag. 

(Y/N) sighed as she followed his gaze, her expression softening and filling with adoration. He really was the sweetest. She picked up the cup labelled with her name (or something she assumed was supposed to be her name. Those coffee shops can never seem to spell anything right.). 

“Hazelnut?” She asked, casting a curious gaze up at him from under her lashes, her perfect brow arching in question. She brought the cup to her lips, but didn’t take a sip yet. She could feel it’s warmth radiating through the cup and into the palms of her hands. She inhaled it’s alluring scent, her mouth watering.

Clark’s smile shifted and curled up at one side, moving in to place his hands at either side of her waist. “Of course.” He promised, peering down at her through his false glasses. “Exactly the way you like it… extra foam an’ all.” He recited her order, his voice deep and assuring, knowing it like the back of his hand. He lifted a hand and brushed his knuckles over the smooth skin of her cheek, using his fingers to tuck a defiant hair behind her ear before finding its place back at her hip. 

She felt her face flush and darken with heat at the sudden contact, this time welcoming the closeness. This was so unlike Clark, to be so firm and confident. His hands felt so large and strong against her hips. She smiled up at him before taking a cautious sip from her coffee, not wanting to burn herself. She hummed with delight as the warmth spread through her. The sound of her satisfaction widened the smile on Clark’s face and made his own heart flutter. 

 Clark stared down at her with adoring blue eyes, soaking in every detail down to the very last freckle and imperfectly perfect strand of (Y/H/C) hair. Her face got warm again and she got increasingly self conscious under his intense gaze. “What?” She asked with a nervous laugh, ducking her face a little to try and hide.

Clark caught her chin and tipped her face back up, meeting her with a look of love and affection. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide.” He commented softly, brushing his thumb against her jaw. His skin felt rough against hers - from the years of working on the farm, she assumed. “Not from me.” She sucked in a shaky breath and met his gaze once again, her heart pounding heavily in her ears. 

She watched as his gaze shifted from her eyes, dropping to her parted lips before wetting his own. She watched as his tongue darted out and his hand snaked around to the back of her neck, entangling it into her hair. He leaned in slowly, hesitated for a moment before closing the distance. 

(Y/N) inhaled sharply and her senses were overwhelmed by Clark; a scent so intoxicating and delicious (fresh cinnamon and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on) that it made her head spin… or maybe that was just the effect he had on her? She didn’t know anymore, nor did she care. 

His lips seemed to hesitate at first before finding their rhythm, moving in time with hers. She parted her lips during the exchange and invited him in - which he accepted eagerly. Their tongues twisted and danced together, tasting and indulging in their favorite flavors. 

This wasn’t the first time they’d kissed and it certainly wouldn’t be the last… but there was something about this kiss that felt… different. Good… great even, but different. It was something that (Y/N) was willing to discover further with Clark. 

She felt his hand pull gently at the root of her hair and the sensation sent a shiver through her spin until it settled deep into her stomach where she knew it was fester and grow into something more. A soft, delicious moan escaped her throat, the sound causing Clark to falter in his movements and let out a groan of his own.

Clark was the one who pulled away first, leaving her breathless and dizzy. He didn’t go far, pressing his forehead against hers with his hand still tucked behind her neck. His thumb rubbed against her jaw, just below her ear. Her eyes fluttered open after a moment, her mind finally catching up with her body. 

“Clark that was…” She mused, her voice breathy and awestruck. Her face was warm and her heart was still trying to beat out of her chest, this time in a much more welcoming manner. A smile broke out across her face.

The corner of Clark’s mouth twisted into a confident smirk, able to hear and see the effects he had on her. His own heart mirrored hers, pounding heavily in his ears. “Yeah.” He agreed, chuckling softly.

Caroline released a pleasant moan as the bark of the tree pushed into her back, her eyes fluttering as her body reacted to both the wood scraping into her skin and at how forceful Dean was being with her. 

He pushed himself against her, pinning her in place with his hips. His lips collided with hers in a hard, yet sensual kiss, hungry with desire. His large hands began to roam her body, embracing every dip and curve of her voluptuous frame, despite the layer of clothes that still separated them. 

“Dean,” Caroline murmured against his lips in warning, her own hands playing at the waistband of his jeans. His skin was hot against her fingertips and she could hear his blood pumping with each excited beat of his heart. 

He grunted in response to her voice, his lips leaving her mouth so that he could suckle her neck, taking special care near the sensitive patch just below her ear.

Her eyes rolled at the sensation, another moan of desire escaping her. Her head naturally tilted to the side, her blonde hair cascading over her right shoulder as she offered him a better angle. Her hands slid up his shirt, her touch featherlight as she made her way up and around to his back. She could feel the muscles flexing there beneath his skin and she moaned, her nails dragging down the length of his back. 

Dean growled into her throat at the sudden contrast to her touch and pain it had caused, her nails biting into his back. That would definitely leave a mark, but God did that feel good. He took the opportunity to leave a mark of his own, sucking hard into her skin and pulling the blood to the surface until it formed a bright red hickey. 

Caroline gasped and moaned while he worked, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip. 

Dean pulled away to admire his handiwork, smirking confidently. However, his claim on her neck healed and disappeared almost instantly. His brows rose and he scoffed, impressed. 

Determined, Dean resumed his hungry attack, greedily kissing his way down her collar bone and across her chest, nipping at each of her overflowing mounds. His right hand snuck under her shirt, his fingers spanning over her ribcage. The tips of his fingers brushed along the lacy fabric of her bra, taunting and teasing.

“Dean,” Caroline gasped again as Dean groped her ass with his other hand, squeezing one large palmful of her round cheek, the gesture made easy by her short skirt. “We- I- Dean, we shouldn’t.” She muttered, breathless and unconvincing. 

“We can’t.”  Despite her words, she moved to fight with his belt buckle, her fingers just as eager as Dean’s mouth. “I-I’m worried… about the ot-thers.” She confessed breathlessly, worried about what their friends might think. 

A hunter and a vampire? It was unheard of. It wasn’t right or natural. But holy fuck did it feel good. How could something that felt so… amazing, so right, be wrong?

“We should.” He disagreed, pulling at the hem of her floral shirt. She shifted so he could remove it, leaving her in a blushing pink bra and yellow skirt. “We can.” He cupped her breasts through her bra, his fingers instantly finding her nipples. 

He rubbed his thumb over the perky nub, enticing another moan from Caroline and he dropped his head to suckle at her cleavage. “Fuck what they think.” He insisted, groaning as he ground his growing bulge into her.

Caroline shuttered against him and the impressive mass behind his tightening zipper, her already weak resolve fading. She returned to her task and began to unfasten his belt, yanking the leather free from the loops in a smooth and impossibly fast motion, showing off her enhanced abilities. 

Dean stuttered in his movements, surprised, having forgotten about her speed and strength. An impressed smirk soon replaced his initial shock, “Oh, sweetheart, you’re just full of surprises.” He complimented, his green eyes sparkling with adoration. 

Caroline couldn’t hide her smile, her own ocean green eyes glinting with mischief. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips against his pulse point, “Baby, you have no idea.” She purred, her breath hot against his ear while her hand rubbed down the front of his jeans. 

The sudden contact with his cock, even through the layers of clothing, made him groan. His eyes shut while she rubbed him, his hardening cock reacting eagerly to her delicate touch. 

Caroline kissed at his neck, stealing another grunt of pleasure from Dean. Her lips could feel the blood rushing through his veins and she could hear his heart jumping just below the surface, fluttering with every teasing stroke of her hand. 

Her own desires began to coil inside of her and her hunger began to rise, building deep and pooling between her legs, hot and needy for Dean. She felt the familiar pang of her fangs growing as the blood rushed into her eyes, the veins growing dark and rising below the skin.

The points of her fangs brushed against his neck, the teeth extra sensitive with hunger. The pair of them shuttered against each other, every nerve and fiber of their being reactive and eager. She continued to work at his fly, unbuttoning the jeans before pulling down the zipper. 

His pants dropped to his knees, his length tenting his briefs and straining the thin fabric. “I’m f-full of my own-” His eyes rolled when her fingers coiled around his hard cock. “-s-surprises.” His voice shook with pleasure, his breath hitching in his throat.

Caroline couldn’t help but hum with approval, enjoying the effect she had over him. She arched a perfect blonde brow at him, her expression mischievous. “Well what are you waiting for, Winchester?” 

She pressed her lips against the hollow of his ear, nibbling playfully, her breath heavy. “Show me just what a hunter is capable of.” She tugged at the waistband of his briefs, his impressive cock springing free. She sucked in a breath at the sight of it, the heat collecting and soaking her panties.

Dean practically growled at the challenge and he dove forward, his mouth finding hers once again. His hands cupped her face roughly and brushed the blonde hair from her eyes, pulling her into the bruising kiss to deepen it further. He didn’t care about the dangerous fangs or the hungry desire darkening her sea-green eyes while his tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her. 

He’d been in the business long enough now to know that not everything was black and white, that not every supernatural creature was, in fact, a monster. Because Caroline was anything but a monster.

The old version of himself wouldn’t have thought twice about stalking her. She was a vampire after all. But Hell changes a man; in more ways than one. Because now? Now he didn’t want to imagine himself anywhere else.

Dean lowered one of his hands, hiking her skirt higher before tucking his hand into the damp lace of her panties. He continued to kiss at her mouth, swallowing her gasp of pleasure while his fingers began to work their magic, sliding his thick middle finger between her slick folds. 

He groaned at her warmth, his cock twitching with anticipation. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned, gasping, rubbing into her heat. He used the base of his palm to grind against her sex, applying just the right amount of pressure there. He hooked his finger inside of her, pumping at a steady rhythm before he added another, going knuckle deep.

Caroline dropped her head back against the trunk of the tree as he began to pleasure her in ways that only Dean knew how, her eyes rolling as she clung to his broad shoulders for support, her legs already beginning to shake. “Oh god,” She moaned loudly.

“That’s it, baby,” Dean encouraged, picking up his pace and adding another, going deeper and hooking them inside of her. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers and he continued to encourage her towards her release, his thumb rubbing circles into her clit. “Cum for me. Cum in the palm of my hand, Care.” 

His green eyes were glued to her beautiful face, watching as she came undone around him. She couldn’t breath, her mouth hung open in a silent moan as her powerful orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. “That’s it.”  His upper lip twitched at the sight of her, his eyes heavy with lust. Her walls fluttered around his fingers while he rode her through her orgasm, only slowing when she went limp against him. He retracted his fingers and grinned at her, one side of his mouth pulling up into a cocky smirk. 

Caroline sighed and chewed on her bottom lip, undeniably impressed at how quickly he’d drawn that orgasm out of her. She reached out and grabbed his wrist gently, pulling his hand toward her mouth. Slowly, she parted her lips and sucked her slick from each of his fingers, tasting herself. She hummed with satisfaction and Dean groaned as a response, aching for her. 

He couldn’t wait any longer. His cock was full and throbbing, begging for her attention. He needed this. He needed her. Removing his hand from her grasp, he reached between them and tore her panties free, his muscles flexing and showing off their strength. 

Caroline gasped with surprise before a smile broke across her face, once again, impressed by the hunter. Dean glanced up at her face for a moment, as if silently asking permission before making his next move, only continuing when she nodded. He slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her, hooking her legs around his waist. She braced herself with his shoulders, attacking his neck with affectionate kisses. 

Dean lined himself up with her entrance, gently probing her with his tip before inching himself in. He groaned into the crook of her neck, her heat overwhelming as he walls clenched tightly around him. He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust to the size of him before he began at a steady pace. 

He rocked himself inside of her, pumping deeper with each powerful thrust of his hips. His breath came out heavy and strained as he struggled to regain control of himself; she just felt so fucking good, so tight and warm around his cock. It was almost unbearable, suffocating even. 

Caroline could feel herself reeling again, her body still tingling from her previous high. The coil began to retighten itself, twisting and building, waiting for Dean to spring it free for the second time that evening. She kissed and nipped at his neck, her tongue dancing along the surface of his skin, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Her eyes shifted again, growing dark with hunger as her fangs made an appearance. 

“Fuck, Care,” Dean panted between powerful, yet frantic thrusts, chasing his own release. It wouldn’t be long now, fuck, he was so close. Not yet. Distracting himself, he folded down one of the thin cups of her bra, spilling out her naked breast. Reveling in the gorgeous flesh, his mouth watered. Taking the perky nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, groaning. 

“Dean.” Caroline murmured into his neck, withering against him, moments away from falling apart once again. “Don’t stop,” She begged, breathless, her walls fluttering around his cock. He increased his frantic pace, thrusting himself as deeply as their bodies would allow.

“I’m so close, Care.” He warned with a grunt, his release building and growing stronger. His legs shook, trying to hold off as long as possible.

“Dean, don’t stop.” Caroline whimpered as a response, so near her own undoing. His heart was pounding so loudly in her ears now and his scent was stronger than ever, only growing stronger by the second; her primal desires took over, unable to resist. She sank her teeth into his neck, needing to taste him while she came. His blood rushed into her mouth, hot and sweet as it hit the back of her throat. 

Dean groaned at the sharp pain in his neck, faltering briefly before the pain quickly subsided. She drank him in, pulling his blood into her throat with deep mouthfuls. The sensation was surprisingly soothing and sensual; quite unlike the other bites he’s endured in the past. “Fuck,” Dean moaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he plowed into her. She didn’t seem to notice. 

The bite was enough to send them both crashing over the edge, the pleasure like nothing they’ve ever experienced before. Dean’s thrusts slowed as he buried himself deeply inside of her, his muscles tensing as he released himself, spilling his seed into her fluttering core.

Caroline suckled at his neck, licking up the trickle of blood that streamed out of the wound before planting an affectionate kiss near the puncture. She lowered herself to the ground, unwrapping her legs from around Dean’s waist. He kept his hands at her hips, offering to steady her in case her legs decided to give out.

They stood there for an immeasurable amount of time, panting, lost in their own little world in the woods. They stared into each other's green eyes, trying to catch their breath as the sunlight broke through the leaves. Caroline swore she could count each and every one of the freckles that speckles his nose and cheeks. She smiled at him, her dimples creasing her cheeks, satisfied.

Dean was the first to move, lifting his right hand to her face. He touched her jawline sweetly with his knuckles and used his thumb to brush a stripe of blood from her bottom lip. He’d never seen anyone quite as beautiful as Caroline Forbes.

Unexpectedly, a blush creeped into Caroline’s cheeks, feeling suddenly embarrassed under the hunters intense gaze, self conscious because of her stunt. But, for a vampire, hunger and lust were practically one in the same. She ducked her head a bit, letting her hair fall in front of her face, trying to hide her blush.

“Hey now,” He quickly corrected her posture, tilting her head so that she’d look at him. It didn’t take him long to decipher the look in her eyes and he smiled fondly. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He encouraged, his voice soft.

A smirk played on his lips then and he scoffed, teasing, “I mean, a little warning would have been nice,” He smirked, before adding, “But hey, I’m not gonna lie, I’ve always had sort of a kink for biters, anyway,” He chuckled with a playful wink, trying to lighten the mood and make her feel better.

Taking notice of the smile that curled the corners of Caroline’s mouth and the subtle roll of her eyes, he knew he’d succeeded. Stepping away, he moved to pull his pants back up, wincing ever so slightly at the pain the movement had caused his neck, blood streaming from the wound. 

However slight, it was enough for Caroline to notice. “Here, let me.” She insisted, her eyes going dark and her fangs appearing as she brought her wrist to her mouth, but Dean was quick to stop her, grabbing her arm gently, but firmly.

“No thanks.” He assured, his expression stern, though appreciated the offer nevertheless. “I prefer the old fashioned way.” She nodded in understanding and he removed his hand from her arm, then proceeded to fasten his pants, securing them around his waist. 

He knelt down to retrieve his belt and her shirt from the leaves not too far from where they stood, handing the garment over when he rose back up in front of her. “Thanks,” She accepted the offer, readjusting her own clothes and pulling her shirt back on over her head. “We should probably head back before the others start asking questions.” She realized with a heavy sigh, raking a set of fingers through her messy hair.

“Let them ask.” Dean shrugged out of his button up and used it as a cloth, cleaning up his neck and stifling the steady bleeding, leaving him in only a grey t-shirt. He honestly couldn’t care less about what the others thought. 

When Caroline was ready, he walked with her through the trees, his hand on the small of her back. He smiled contently and curled his fingers around her hip to tug her into his side, planting a kiss on the top of head. “I don’t care what they think, sweetheart.” He assured and then swatted her ass, smirking as they emerged through the tree line.

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