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Even though your leg’s been fully healed since a couple of days, Dean insisted that you should take it easy. Restless as you were, however, you offered to tag along, join him after all.

His response you couldn’t have anticipated.

“I’m on my way home already,” he said through the phone, the curl of his lips audible. “Surprise, sweetheart.”

You immediately dropped everything.

That thick novel you’ve been reading? Shoved back onto the shelves. Your warm cup of tea to comfort that empty feeling in your chest? Left behind to cool entirely. Blanket? Who needed that when soon you would have your boyfriend’s arms back around you!

You nearly tripped over your own two feet as you rushed to your wardrobe. If you’d manage to break another bone in the process of exchanging your pyjamas for something nicer, Dean wouldn’t let you hear the end of it.

However, in your giddiness you could not be bothered to care.

Dean informed you that he’d be at the Bunker in an hour or two, which was just enough time to prepare everything. Like cleaning your room and making yourself presentable.

Absorbed in your own world, you hummed along to your playlist as you did the finishing touches of your makeup. Though, when your door creaked open, you squealed— half surprised, half flustered.

“You’re early,” you huffed, though the wide smile and the brightness in your eyes belied your attempt at scolding him.

You jumped up from the bed, practically flinging yourself into his arms. His eyes almost appeared greener than you remembered, or maybe you just missed the color so badly that seeing it again made your heart flutter even more than usual.

“My bad,” he played along with a chuckle and the deep rumble of his voice sent your pulse skyrocketing, “Want me to leave again and come back later?”

“Don’t you dare, Winchester,” you retorted, grin still wide on your tinted lips. Before he could even think about abandoning you again, whether in jest or not, you pulled him into a kiss, the familiar taste of him melting your heart right away.

Despite being worn down after a long drive and an even longer hunt, Dean soaked up your excited welcome, mimicking the effortless smile you wore.

“I missed you,” he mumbled against your mouth with a relieved sigh.

“Missed you too,” you whispered back, connecting your lips with his in another chaste kiss.

“I can tell,” he grinned, leaning back only to scan you up and down. You had picked one of his old Metallica shirts, paired with a denim mini-skirt. One that left him no choice but to whistle.

“Two weeks without me and you turn into a caveman,” you quipped teasingly. Still, that look of approval and desire caused your skin to tingle.

“Can’t blame a guy for appreciating his pretty girl,” Dean shrugged, boyish grin plastered across his face. “You look like a work of art.”

“And the canvas isn’t even done yet,” you chuckled. “Can you grab my lipgloss from the bathroom real quick?”

Dean didn’t respond for a second, too busy taking in the sight of you. His hands lazily trailed up and down your sides, testing the material of his shirt, the fabric old and worn and falling softly over those irresistble curves of yours. You were asking the impossible of him—no way did he want to pull away from you for even just another minute.

“What’s the point if I’m gonna kiss it off that pretty mouth anyway?,” Dean tested, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Hold your horses, Cassanova,” you clicked your tongue with that flustered grin of yours, shyly shoving at his shoulder to nudge him towards the bathroom. “It’s the cherry flavored one, your favorite.”

Dean’s eyes lit up to match the flirtatious sparkle in yours, both thanks to the heavenly sound of your laugh and your little promise.

“Should’ve said so sooner, sweetheart,” he hummed with that wide, giddy grin of his. Though he did not let you off the hook that easily — giving you another peck, along with a well measured squeeze of your ass that had you yelp and giggle again — he turned on his heel and retreated to the bathroom.

“Gotta freshen up a bit anyway,” was the last thing you heard him mumble.

As for you, you swiftly finished the last bits of preparations. The moment you learned he’d finally come home, you knew just how to welcome him back properly. Microwaved popcorn, some slices of greasy pizza, one or two of Dean’s favorite old Western classics.

“Steve McQueen or John Wayne?,” you called as you were shuffling through the DVD collection in the box, which usually sat under your bed. You’d found it pulled out already and, what can you say, sometime’s not tidying up immediately has its perks.

And sometimes it’s a bulletproof set-up for failure.

Dean returned just then, though it’s the rasp of his voice that grabs your attention rather than the steps of heavy boots you expected to appear behind you.

“Wanna tell me what this is?”

Curious, your head turned to him. Your gaze fell on his frame first, much closer than you thought he’d be and half-naked. He’s washed the grime off his skin, which thus was slightly damp and smelled like the perfect blend of citrus and spice.

Once finally managing to peel your eyes off his broad chest, your eyelashes flickered upwards. Though your heart sank right to the bottom of your stomach as you realized what he was holding might’ve been pink, but it definitely wasn’t your lipgloss. Instantly the shade of your cheeks matched the silicone toy he waved around.

Your Satisfyer. Of course, you’d just cleaned it in the bathroom and forgot to put it away. Hence that box not being stashed away yet either.

“I can explain,” you muttered shyly, almost timidly and tense, though your defensive response earned you just a smirk from Dean.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he hummed. “Didn’t say I was mad.”

He turned the small vibrator in his hands, once, twice, eyeing it with curiosity. Not anger. Not disgust or any of that.

“Didn’t know you owned one of these,” he spoke, casually, as if he didn’t just jumpscare the shit out of you by wiggling your sex toy in front of your face.

You’re not sure what prompted you to even attempt defending yourself: “I only use it when I miss you too much…” While justifying why you had it, that explanation certainly didn’t make you feel any less exposed.

A thick silence followed, so heavy between you you could hear your own blood rush through your ears. The blush crept from your face to your neck, darkening into a tomato-red.

Dean stared at you as if you’d grown a second head, and you couldn’t possibly maintain eyecontact with him anymore. Although, when you averted your gaze, he lifted your chin up again, looking down at you with an intensity that overwhelmed you.

“When you miss me,” Dean echoed, voice low and laced with something dangerous. Something proud. Like the secret you just revealed equated to you handing him a trophy.

Shyly, you nodded. Barely.

“You’re thinking of me when you’re touching yourself, sweetheart?” His words had you shudder. And swallow. Thickly. Though your throat remained dry and you didn’t trust yourself to speak up just yet.

“Hmhm,” you hummed quietly, nodding again. Wasn’t it self-explanatory? Of course you were. It was always him you imagined in those moments. It was always his touch you wished would explore you. His hands, mouth, thick cock—

“Show me,” Dean spoke, holding the item out for you.

Bewildered, you blinked at him, unsure if you understood correctly.

“Wh-what?”

He took a step forward, towering over you in a way that made you feel small, but desired all the same. Instinctively, you staggered backwards, until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, causing you to sit down.

“Show me what happens when you miss me, sweetheart,” Dean elaborated, placing the toy in your lap and then pulling back.

Your eyes, wide with shock, never left him as he pushed a chair over to the bed and made himself comfortable, sitting there leaned back and ready to enjoy the show.

“But I— You…”

Dean tilted his head, one hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “What? I wanna see my girl make herself feel good. Just do it like you normally would.”

It’s not that you were uncomfortable with the idea, knowing he’d never push you to anything you don’t want. It’s rather that his request made heat pool at your core, so fast that it made you dizzy. He couldn’t possibly hold you getting so flustered against you.

This felt like a damn ambush, one that made your brain short circuit.

Hearing the gears turn in your head, Dean leaned forward, supporting his elbows on his knees and tilting his head. “Not your cup of tea, sugar?”

Damn bastard knew what he was doing, letting his wolfish eyes roam your body like you were some frozen-in-the-headlights deer. The low rumble of his voice was enough to make you instinctively squeeze your thighs together.

“No— I mean yes? Just…,” you stuttered, making a complete fool of yourself. This was uncharted territory. You knew your body and how to explore it. Dean knew your body and how to explore it. But in this constellation, the alignment of stars painted a new picture.

While you didn’t want to admit how awkward you felt, not wanting to sound lame, Dean understood without you having to spell it out for him. He got up from the chair and settled on the bed instead, making himself comfortable right behind you.

Biting your lower lip, you let his arms circle around your waist and pull you closer until your back was pressed flush against his chest. The heat of his skin seeped through your clothes and you relaxed into his embrace right away.

“This okay?,” he whispered, the gentleness of his voice contrasted only by the brush of his stubble against your cheek. As his fingertips slipped under your shirt, erasing the tension from your middle, you leaned back into him even further.

“More than okay,” you answered, voice soft but sure.

You felt the smile tugging at his lips against your neck, along with the kiss he placed there. Slow and deliberate. Reassuring you while his fingers made quick work of your skirt’s button. He unfastened it, helping you lift your lower half to slip the denim down and taking your panties right with them.

Both items discarded onto the floor, you shifted into a more comfortable position. You settled between Dean’s legs and slowly spread your own, following the guide of his palms that stroked the plush of your thighs.

“Show me, please?”

The way he asked for it had your heart and pussy flutter in tandem. That desperate edge to his tone, the subtle twitch of his fingers against your inner thighs — as if he was itching to touch you himself, but wanting you to do it instead.

You bit your lower lip and pressed the toy’s switch, its soft buzz making both yours and Dean’s breath hitch.

You guided the vibrator to your slick folds, your center already throbbing with anticipation. Dean’s chin settled on your shoulder, eyes glued to your ministrations. Having him watch you at your most vulnerable, such a private moment suddenly so intimate, it drove you to the brink of insanity.

“You’re tellin’ me this is what I’m missing every time I’m gone?,” Dean huffed through a clenched jaw, absolutely mesmerized by the sight in front of him. You, all splayed out for him, letting yourself fall apart, unwavering trust behind your actions.

A whine left your lips as you shook your head shyly.

“No?,” he hummed, hands still tracing lazy circles over your thighs, occasionally lifting your oversized shirt out of the way.

“Mmh, ‘s different when you’re here,” you replied in between ragged panting.

“Different how?”

“Better.”

You had no idea what those words did to him. Or maybe you did, judging by the way you arched your back and pushed your hips back, just to feel the tent in his boxers.

“What’s it like when I’m not here?” Maybe Dean was pushing his luck, asking you to share the most scandalous of your thoughts, wanting a glimpse of your fantasies. Or maybe he was pushing your buttons in just the right way, relishing in the flush of your cheeks and the tremble of your lips. “What’re you imagining then, baby? Bet you wish it was me touching you, right?”

The moan bubbling from you was broken but beautiful, accompanied by another nod of yours.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

You angled the toy up slightly until the ring suctioned right over your clit, pressure and friction so delicious you sobbed softly.

“Wish you’d fuck me, keep thinking ‘bout your cock filling me,” you rambled to your own surprise.

“Keep it up, and I might,” Dean chuckled lightly behind you, his only reward for now another kiss to your flushed skin.

Eager to please him, more than pleasuring yourself at this point, you turned up the setting. Though your thighs twitched, you kept chasing the feeling. Your hips automatically bucked into the smooth surface of your toy. It was practically drenched already, glistening with your essence.

“So fucking pretty,” Dean rasped, large hands holding your legs open from behind.

You whimpered, throwing your head back against his shoulder as the pressure between your thighs became nearly unbearable. Dean used the opportunity to plant wet, hot kisses across your neck, burying his nose in the curve of your shoulder.

“Doing so good, baby,” he whispered. “Just a little longer, can you do that for me?”

“Dunno, ‘m so close,” you cried, coil in your lower stomach so damn tight, so damn close to snapping.

“’s alright,” Dean purred, his own hand maneuvering their way between your legs. You yelped softly as you felt his fingers collect your wetness and run right through your slit. “Almost there.”

Overwhelmed, you almost squirmed away, but his grip on you was iron, his words whispering sweet affirmations into your ear. How pretty you looked. How good you felt. How perfect you were. And the best part about it? He was actually, really, right there—not some flicker of your imagination, not the ghost of his touch or the memory of his voice.

Dean slipped one finger inside of you, then added a second one. His thrusts were steady, a welcome scratch to the itch you could never quite manage on your own. A soothe to your nerves only Dean was able to accomplish. He was making you sing and curse and worship his name with your voice.

“Let go for me,” Dean spoke, talking you through it as all that you managed were moans and slight thrashes.

He pushed you over the edge with ease, catching you all the same in the storm of your orgasm. The intense crash of heat washing over you caused one of your hands to grasp his wrist—you weren’t entirely sure whether you were trying to make him slow down or asking him to keep going.

Dean slowed his movement, the pulsating of your heat subsiding gently until all that was left was you, sweaty and shaking in his embrace.

“Good to be back,” Dean quipped jokingly, sealing your long awaited reunion with another lock of your lips.

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note: hello there! welcome to a new series! we are finally entering a new universe, supernatural. i've been missing my winchester boys! it’s time to bring them back for some fun! please let me know what you think! i'm hoping to make this a series! ps - sorry it’s so long for a first part! i hope you find it worth it!

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“Hey! We’re behind. We got tickets on the board,” you say as you walk down toward the kitchen. “Heard,” you hear from your cooks. You turn the corner to get behind the line. Quickly grabbing the next ticket, you help your workers get the food out. “James, my burger’s almost up. Can you grab me some fries?” you say pointing towards him. He replies with a quick nod. “Aye, Annie, table 42′s about to start bitchin’. Let’s get those poppers out,” you share, tapping her on the back. “Echo,” Annie says with a smile. “Y/n! We got a Karen up by 9. Can you help out?” Brandy asks, coming from the front. “Annie, James. Y’all got it back here?” you ask, continuing to flip the burgers and getting them set with their sides. “Yeah, we got it,” James says. You nod and walk out towards the front. 

Landing your eyes on table 9, you see that classic “Karen” hairstyle with her dopey husband across from her. With a sigh, you head towards her. “Hello there! Brandy shared you wanted to speak with me?” you ask, fully prepared for whatever bullshit comes your way. “Yeah, this salad has tomatoes on it. I was very specific when I said that I don’t want tomatoes,” she says with a stern, condescending tone. “Great! So I’ll go ahead and get the chopped salad without tomatoes,” you say with that clear fake customer service voice. You take the plate from in front of her. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” The woman scoffs, “Yeah, you can take this off our bill.” 

Your eyebrows raise in response to her audacity. “So, you don’t want the salad anymore?” you ask. The woman shakes her head. “What are you stupid? Yes, I want my salad,” she screamed. You laugh as you place her plate back onto the table. “You can’t have both, honey,” you say with a stern whisper. You lean your hands onto the table. “Do you want to eat the salad that you’re going to pay for, or do you want nothing, ma’am?” The woman gasps, as though you stabbed her with a fork from her plate. She nods, hiking up a side of her top lip. “One salad with no tomatoes coming right up,” you smile. 

As you walk by your other tables, you hear laughter and someone say, “Nice! I love dinner and a show.” You stop and turn to him. You are prepared to give him the highest level of sass for the day. That’s what they should expect coming in to your diner. As soon as your eyes reach him, your face deadpans. This man looked like a god damned angel. His jaw chiseled and enough to make a grown woman cry. His eyes so damn green the whole world could have stopped but you would have never known. His hair gelled up, but in a way that it still looks so natural and amazing to push your hand through. His shirt as green as his eyes. His eyes that are looking right back into yours. Your heart races and you try to calm yourself with some shaky breaths. “How’s your food?” you ask attempting to fill the space. 

“I’m not complaining,” he says as he takes a huge bite of his burger. You smile, suddenly having worried thoughts if you had anything in your teeth or if your smile was too big. Turning towards his companion, you notice a much taller gentleman. Just as beautiful, but with darker and longer locks. His eyes just as green. His face more sweet and welcoming, as opposed to drop dead gorgeous like the first one. “How about you?” you ask. He smiles, “It’s great. Thank you.” He pushes around the vegetables within his salad. You smile in response, giving the male model a special wink as you walk away. A smirk resting on his face. 

“Brandy, you did not tell me about the male gods at fucking 13!” you say as you land your elbows onto the expo counter. Your heart thumping in your chest. “Oh my god, I know,” she says, meeting you on the counter. “The guy with the short hair already has my number. I will definitely be seeing him later,” she says fanning herself with her receipt pad. “Oo, he’s the one I was looking at too,” you say with a giggle. “Get him, girl.” You look back through the expo window to take one last look at them. The tall one pulled out a laptop and they seemed to now be in a more serious conversation. No matter how serious the discussion must be, the other one is deadly focused on his burger. A man after your own heart. 

-xox-

Finally it’s time to close up shop. You have been counting down the minutes. Two in the morning - absolutely disgusting. The crew is finishing up their closing duties, as you count the money from the registers. “Brandy, I have your tips,” you say, waving her money in the air. She walks by, grabbing the cash as she passes. “Thank you!” You turn towards Annie and James, “Y’all are good to go too! I’ll finish up.” Annie makes a confused face and asks, “Are you sure, y/n?” You laugh as you wipe off the front counter. “All good. Head out before I change my mind,” you chuckle. They all rapidly grab their things. The front door’s bell ringing nonstop as they all rush off into the night. You’re left completely alone in the diner. Exactly how and where you’d like to be. 

A little more cleaning and you’ll be on your way. But first, some rock. You turn on your headphones and place them carefully into your ears. With a simple hit of the play button, your ear buds flood “Crazy Train.” Pretending to play the drums on each intense beat, you begin to walk over to the back to retrieve your broom. You grab onto it, using it like a fake electric guitar as you play your heart out to the song’s devilish riff. You feel the rush as you yell out the lyrics. You wouldn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you, seeing as your diner is at least 5 miles away from the closest civilization. 

As you continue to sweep out any food left under the tables, you hear the front door bell ring. That unbelievable piercing ring that you unfortunately hear through even the most noise cancelling of headphones. “Hey, we’re closed,” you say as you raise from the table and pull a bud out of your ear. You look  towards the front door and see it swinging but no one in sight. “Hello?” you say with higher volume, your eyebrows raised. The silence is deafening. Even the air felt unbelievably still and quiet. The hair on your arms begin to raise. You feel goose bumps travel up your back. Every part of your body screaming for you to run out and leave without even seeing anything tangible.

You take a deep breath. Your jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other. As you slowly back yourself towards a wall, a shadow began to take shape in front of you. A man. Your grasp on the broom tighter than before. “Get the fuck out of here,” you say sternly and powerfully. You approach this unfortunate situation as though he were a bear. Making yourself larger, able to put up more of a fight, and then hope he gets scared off. The shadow moves closer to you. Instinctually, you bring the broom across your body - ready to swing if needed. But god, you hope you wouldn’t need to do that. “I got 9-1-1 already on the way. They should be here any fucking minute!” You scream loudly, knowing full well that your phone is on the front counter. As the body continues to slowly move to you, the moonlight shines perfectly against its teeth. It’s incredibly long, sharp teeth.

With that sight, you drop the broom and run towards the back. You hear tables being pushed around and growling as you rush towards the back door. Adrenaline pumping throughout your body. You’re terrified, but your body pushes you to keep moving. The shadow jumps over the counter in an attempt to lessen the distance between you two. With one swing, you feel claws rip through your lower back. Pain shoots up your spine. Your legs unfortunately buckle at the sudden red hot sensation.

You land right onto your face. Your hands taking most of the beating, but your forehead having taken quite the smack onto the kitchen floor. Dizzily, you attempt to raise your head - looking for any potential weapon that could help you defend yourself. Very slowly, you feel the shadow’s body straddle yours. Biting deeply into your lip, you try to hold back your whimpers. This is it. You’re going to die. You’re not ready. And that’s when you hear it. “I-I didn’t want to do this. I can’t s-stop. I’m so sorry, y/n,” a familiar voice whispers. With a quick hit to the back of your head, you are unconscious.

-xox-

Pulsating beats flood through your head. The pain in the base of your skull leaving you nauseous. You feel a trail of dried blood resting on your eyebrows, nose, and lip. You attempt to look around, but your eyes are too shaky and blurry. You hear, “Oh thank god, you’re okay.” A sweet, small voice shoots through your hazy vision. “Where am I?” you mumble. Your throat and lips were dry. Your voice cracked to the point where it left you in pain. Whatever hit you took, it was bad. It is incredibly difficult to hold your own at this moment. You close your eyes as to not get nauseous.

As you slightly shift your weight, you feel a deep pain in your shoulder’s joints. You realize that your arms are hanging above your head. Wrists tied together. Your toes barely grazing the floor. The rope being the only thing holding you up right now. “We’re in deep shit, but we’re going to help each other get out, okay?” a voice appears. You turn and open your eyes in the direction of the voice. It’s a girl. You don’t know her, yet your life might depend on her now. Her arms tied above her head as well. “What do we do?” you say with a whisper. You can see her moving and twisting about.

Looking around, you find yourself in a room that looks like it was made by Lincoln-Logs. A fire burning and crackling in the cornered chimney. You focus your efforts into slowing your breathing - attempting to remain calm despite this terrifying situation. “Do you see that table next to you?” the girl says, nodding towards your left. You twist your body to see the small end table. A butter knife laying atop it with other surrounding knick knacks. It is rather far from you, but you could reach it at the risk of popping your shoulder out. Hey, it’s better than dying. You nod towards the girl.

With a pointed toe, you attempt to pull the table closer to you. Your foot finally hooking around its leg. As you lean more of your weight onto your right side, the rope digs deeply into your wrist. You feel it dragging and ripping against your skin. You let out a shaky breath, pain lingering down your arm. With a bit more force, you are able to flip the table on its side with a crashing noise. Your movements now more rushed than before. “Yes, yes! Okay, now grab it!” she screams towards you. You quickly move your eyes towards her. “Be quiet. We don’t know where they are,” you whisper softly. You turn back towards the task at hand. Using your toes, you grip onto the base of the knife. “Okay, now can you lift it up or something?” she says with a whisper. You nod and attempt to raise your leg towards her. Your weight resting on just your big toe. 

As you lift your leg, attempting to get it high enough to reach the girl’s hands, your back sends deafening pains through your limbs. “Fuck!” you yell. You drop the knife harshly into the floor. Your weight quickly drops onto your joints, sending another rush of destruction throughout your body. Suddenly, you hear a door burst open behind you. The pain leaving you with an inability to move. The girl gasps and shudders in response to the shadow re-emerging.

“What are you doing?” the familiar voice shakes you to your core. You stay as still as possible, as though he won’t be able to see you. “Don’t make this worse than it has to be,” he says hesitantly. “Let me the fuck out of here, James!” the girl screams. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. Before you can stop yourself, you turn towards him. Your eyes landing on his face. You get the pleasure of having emotional pain on top of your physical. James is - was - so important to you. He’s always been there for you. He’s always had your back. He’s always supported you as you pushed your way through the glass wall at the diner. Yet here he is.

You desperately keep your eyes from his. You feel him scan your body from top to bottom. “Keep your mouth shut, June,” he says in a terrifying tone you don’t recognize. He walks towards the girl slowly, as though he was stalking her. As he walks past you, you catch a glimpse of sharp nails extending from his fingers. The sight leaves shivers up your spine. This is not normal. “Please, James. Please just let me go. Please,” she whispers. Before she’s able to say anything else, a growl erupts from him. He pulls his elbow back and thrusts it deep within her chest. 

With an audible gasp, you find yourself absolutely petrified. Your entire body begins to shake, but you cannot pull your eyes from James and June. June’s mouth gapes open, a permanent expression of shock upon her face. James growls loudly in her face as he pulls his hand back from her torso. You surprisingly were able to look down at his hand - there rests her heart. It gradually slows its beat. You remain absolutely still. You oddly don’t feel pain in your body, despite the grueling torture you’ve experienced so far. James quickly rushes the heart into his mouth. He took a bite, breathing incredibly deep with satisfaction. 

James slowly turns towards you as he takes another bite. His face completely covered in blood. His eyes a golden yellow now, despite normally having blue eyes. “Do you want some, y/n?” he says with a deep laugh. You cringe away from him as he lifts June’s heart to your face. Gritting your teeth together, you continue to place distance. Tears welling within your eyes. Your body shakes at his closeness. James quickly pulls away, his eyebrows furrowing together. As a tear falls down your cheek, he lifts his sharp claw to your face. He wipes away the drop. “I-I’m so sorry, y/n. You don’t deserve this,” he says. His entire demeanor shifting so quickly it leaves you unbalanced. You could swear that his eyes were slowly flooding with blue. 

“I’m just so hungry,” James says softly. “And there was no one else. I don’t want to do this.” You remain quiet, continuing to shake uncontrollably. He slowly takes another bite of June’s heart, maintaining eye contact. Before you could process everything, a force bursts through the window. The glass thrashes throughout the room. James drops his meal and rushes towards the window. You hear loud grunts and growls. Following the sounds, your eyes land on James fighting the tall man from the diner. You must have truly hit your head, because there is no way that this is real life. You watch as the tall man attempts to raise his gun towards James. He attempts to claw at the man. The tall man continues to throw punches while seemingly attempting to avoid James’ mouth. You begin to feel lightheaded, wanting to simply give up. 

As they continue to swing at each other, growing bloodier and bloodier by the second, you hear the door open behind you softly. Suddenly, you feel someone’s body against your back. A comforting voice says, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Without taking a beat, you fall back towards the voice. Your eyes close as you drop your guard. You could hear a snapping of the rope and sudden release of pressure on your wrists as you flail back onto their chest. With a soft grip, they quickly lift your arm around their shoulder. You try your best to keep your torso up, but it continues to prove difficult. Continually tripping over your feet, you make it through the threshold of the front door. 

You are met with a cool rush of air. The sun rising in the distance. You watch as someone supports you towards a car - an older, yet loved car. Your vision completely blurry. The comforting voice speaks again, “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to lay you down and I will be right back. We’ll get out of here soon.” It opens the backdoor of the car. Ever so gently, the man supports you in lying down on your side in the backseat. Several bangs suddenly ring through the air. The tall man must have gotten his shot. As you lean back onto the seat, you recognize the comforting voice as the male god from the diner. He rushes saying, “I’ll be right back.” As he straightens up, he pulls his own gun from his waistline and closes the car’s door.

The next few moments were small and quick blurbs of coming in and out of consciousness. You remember the male god throwing the tall one into the passenger side. He seems to be in pain, open cuts against his check. Blood staining his face and hair. The male god jumped into the driver’s seat and quickly reversed, leaving a screeching sound in the air. “Sam, Sammy! Are you good?” he says with increasing intensity. “I’m good, Dean. I’m good,” the tall one replies with evident fatigue. “Y/n, are you okay?” he says, adjusting his rearview mirror to see you. “I’m okay,” you say in a soft mumble.

You feel the car moving very quickly. “Where are we going?” you say. The two men continue to converse outside of your earshot. “Where are we going?” you say loudly. They continue to speak, unable to hear you for some reason. The lack of response leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of distrust. Opening your eyes, you see what looks like a machete underneath the passenger seat. With another surge of anxiety, you grab the blade, push yourself up despite the pain. You lift the tip of the machete against the tall one’s throat. His nostrils flared in nervousness. His hands begin to raise. The driver continuing to thrash his head between you and the road. “Where. Are. We. Going?” you ask sternly. The tall one hesitantly replies, “We’re going somewhere safe. We saved you, y/n.” “Where?!” you yell, your eyes closing due to your deteriorating energy. “Flamingo Bay Motel,” the driver spits out. Before you are able to acknowledge the answer, you loosen your grip on the machete. It falls upon the tall one’s lap, as you fall and hit your head harshly against the leather of the back seat. Another bout of unconsciousness envelops you. 

- xox - 

In and out of consciousness, you find yourself carried from the backseat and into a room. You are unsure of who is moving you. As you are laid carefully on your stomach, you feel the comfort of a slightly softer surface - compared to the car’s seats. The side of your face gently placed onto a pillow. You find yourself back into a state of sleep. In another string of regained consciousness, you hear voices above you. “Dean, we gotta do something about her wounds. Her back is scratched to hell,” the first voice says. You feel the sensation of someone touching the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, they lift your shirt. You involuntarily wince at the pain as the clothing sticks do your back, drenched in dried and fresh blood. “It’s going to be okay, y/n,” a lower toned voice calls out. “Okay, we’re going to need more bandages and antibiotics. Go grab those and I'll start on the stitches.” The first voice agrees as you hear a rush of movements out the door. Another calming “you’re okay” leads you into another fog of unconsciousness. 

You awake to a sudden cold touch on your back. Hands begin to push a piece of fabric onto your lower back. Your eyelids slowly open and land onto the male god’s face. Part of you is excited to see him. The other part terrified seeing as you don’t yet know his role in this trauma. Following his gaze, you realize he is staring at your ass. Your eyebrows furrow in a mixture of bewilderment, disappointment, and shock. The slight movement of your face draws his sight towards you. His eyes widen, deep green irises full of shock. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, blood flushing towards his cheeks. “What?” another voice replies behind you. “Oh, nothing,” the man says, sinking his chin towards his chest. As your eyes slowly close again, you notice the sky darkening beyond the window’s curtains. 

With a groan, you lift your head from the pillow. You feel as though you were hit by an 18-wheeler. Moving your hands by your pillow, you raise your torso off of the bed. As your lower back arches, you feel an intense agony spread through your back. You yelp at the sensation and drop your body down. A quiet voice says, “Oh, oh, oh. Don’t try to move, y/n. Let me help you.” You feel a comforting hand press against your upper back, supporting you as you attempt to lift from your side. You slowly swing your legs around the edge of the bed. 

Looking up, you recognize the tall man. A new bloodied bandage across his cheek. The remaining blood cleaned from his face. “I’m going to ask you some quick questions, okay? What’s your name?” he says calmly. With a mumble, you reply, “Y/n.” He laughs nervously, elated at your response. “Okay, and do you know where you are?” Your head feels like it’s about to explode. You have never felt this intensity from a migraine. Squinting as you raise your eyes towards his, you say, “Flamingo Bay Hotel.” A blunt chuckle generates from a corner of the room. “Close enough,” the low toned, male model replies. 

Addressing him, you ask, “What happened?” The tall one pulls a chair up to the mattress. “We’re actually hoping you could tell us,” he replies softly. You close your eyes, raising your hand to your temple. Applying some pressure, you answer, “I was closing up the diner. I heard the front bell and then this shadow came at me.” The male model in the corner stands up, walking closer to you. His arms crossed against his chest. “A shadow?” he asks. You open your eyes to look at him. “Yes, a shadow. I could also see claws and these really terrifying teeth. He scratched my back,” you reply. “Before I knew it, I was hanging from my arms in this shitty ass cabin. H-he,” your words choke you as you attempt to continue. With a clearing of your throat, you share, “He killed that girl, June.” The tall one quickly turns toward his companion. “June Emery,” he says quickly.

“You knew her?” you ask. He turns back to you slowly. “No, she, uh, she went missing about a day or two before he got you,” he answers softly. With the brief mention of “him,” it all comes flooding back. Without realizing it, you mutter, “James.” The tall one leans closer towards you. “Yes, James Carlton,” he says with a bit of excitement. “Do you know where he lives?” You look up towards him, a confused face meeting his. “Why would you go to his house?” With a twist of his neck, he nervously speaks while gesturing with his hands. “Well, we need to find him-” Quickly, you rise from the mattress. Looking down towards him, you raise your voice, “You didn’t fucking kill him?!”

The tall one backed his chair from you slowly. The male god raising his hand towards you. “It’s okay,” you hear him say. Finally, the voice that you’ve been listening to - that’s comforted you. “We’re going to get him, y/n,” he says gently. You breathe harshly through your nostrils. You are not satisfied by that answer whatsoever. It was not good enough. James should be dead for what he did. Your fists begin to ball up. “I don’t even know who you guys are. I’m fucking leaving,” you say rushing towards the door. The two boys instinctually move towards the door, blocking you from escaping.

“I’m Sam,” the tall one says with a soft tone. “And this is my brother, Dean. We saved you from James two days ago. You’ve been in and out since then. We want to make sure that this doesn’t happen to anyone again.” The model, Dean, continues to sternly stare at you. Looking at Sam, you whisper, “I want to go home.” They continue to stand in your way. “I don’t care if you guys come. I just need my medicine and-and I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, okay?” Sam nods, looking quite concerned. “Dean’ll take you,” he says. Dean raises his hands, his mouth open. “What are you going to do?” he says. You watch, disgusted, while expecting some annoying brother-like banter. “I’m going to canvas the neighbors,” Sam says softly, leaning towards Dean. “You know, just in case,” he mutters discretely. Rolling your eyes, you push forcefully through the two men and walk towards the unforgettable car. 

After an excruciatingly silent car ride, you finally reach your house. With a wince, you slowly raise from the passenger’s side. Dean rushes around his car’s front to support your arm. “I’ve got you,” he says softly. You both walk towards your house. After a night like you’ve had, you would imagine being home would give you a sense of comfort or safety. But it just leaves you with an empty feeling. You finally open the door after a few seconds of struggling with the keys. “So what’s this medicine you need so bad?” Dean asks, walking through the threshold. You chuckle as you walk towards your living room. In your first aid kit, you grab hold of the fragrant joint you got a hold of last week. "I’ve been saving this for something special,” you sigh. “Fuck it.” He laughs as he walks towards you. Placing the j between your lips, you ask, “You smoke?” 

“No, I don’t smoke during a case,” Dean says, taking a look at your living room. You shrug and begin to light the joint. “A case?” you ask with a giggle. He turns towards you with confusion as you suck in a puff. “Ah,” you say releasing a long trail of smoke. “Yeah, this should take care of these aches. No problem.” Turning back towards him, you ask, “If you don’t smoke, what do you do?” Dean smiles, walking towards you. “I’m a beer man,” he says confidently. Your eyes widen in excitement. “Oh, I’ve got that too!” He follows you as you glide towards the kitchen. You grab a cold beer from your fridge, and proceed to sit on your small kitchen table. With a wave, you invite him to join you. 

Dean sits down slowly. He twists off the cap of his beer and takes a quick swig. “James lives in an apartment back in town, on Pentrose Ave. I doubt he’d go back there after all this,” you say. He leans his elbows onto the table. “Is there any where else he’d end up?” he asks with a serious inflection to his voice. “Where was the cabin?” you ask as your press your finger back onto your temple. “It was about 3 miles behind your diner. Pretty hidden in those woods,” he says as he takes another sip of his beer. “Well, there’s an old mining tunnel a few miles into the woods. It’s supposedly haunted by ghosts and shit,” you say laughing to yourself, taking another puff.

With a sudden deadpanned face, you take the moment to realize that you might actually believe in those ‘ghosts and shit’ now. What happened two nights ago was not normal. He was not normal. “What was - What happened to James?” you ask hesitantly. Dean sharply stopped sipping on his beer. He slowly places the bottle onto the table. “He was turned into a werewolf,” he says quietly. His eyes fixated on your face - attempting to prepare himself for whatever reaction you gave. “A werewolf,” you repeat slowly. Somehow the unbelievable makes whole lot of sense to you. “He seems to target important women in his life. Three women, including you and June, have gone missing,” he says emotionless.

“And they eat hearts,” you whisper. Dean looks at you with surprise. His eyebrows furrow together. Concern plastered throughout his face. “Yes.” With a sucking of your lip, you keep your eyes down. “He ate June,” you mutter. He reaches his hand towards your chin. With a slight push from his jaw, he maintains eye contact with you. “He did and he will never do that again. You are safe,” he says matter of factly. His green eyes intensely looking at yours. You can see the pain in them, but you note the strength and power behind them. Luckily for you, heroes are just as beautiful as they make them out to be.

Pulling your eyes from him, you question, “So, you guys patched up my back? I don’t have to worry about any surprise hospital bills?” Dean laughs, following your lead in the conversation. “Yeah, you’ll have a pretty bad ass scar.” Taking another puff, you chuckle, “Great, just what I need.” He leans forward, touching your hand. “Hey, scars are sexy,” he whispers. You giggle in response. “You sure you weren’t just looking at my ass while you stitched me up?” you reply with a twist of your head and a raise of your brow. That familiar flush presents on his cheeks.

“Oh, so you remember that,” Dean states, taking a large sip and leaning back into the chair. His hand slowly leaving yours. “Yeah, a bit hard to forget given everything,” you say with a smirk. “I’m sorry,” he says with a hand to his face. You lean forward to hold his other hand before he could place it further away from you. “Don’t worry, I liked it,” you whisper. His eyebrows rise and a smirk appears on his face. He scoffs as he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand. With a smile, you squeeze your hand and raise from the table. You walk towards your ashtray on the counter and flick off the cherry of your joint.

With a smooth quick movement, you walk towards your bedroom’s French doors - swiftly opening them. You turn your head around towards Dean as he continues to sit at the table. “I’m going to bed,” you say softly. With a slow back and forth, you lower the waist band of your jeans. You bend over as you push them down towards your ankles. As you step out from them and continue forward, you mention, “You can join me if you’d like.” You smile as you hear a loud grinding of the chair against the floor. His steps rushing towards you. 

Dean carefully places his hands on your waist as you walk into your bedroom. With a look over your shoulder, you ask, “Can you help me take this off?” He smiles, biting his lip. He slowly lifts your white top off of you. You wince at the intense ache as you raise your arms. “Are you okay?” he asks as he plants the gentlest kisses onto your neck. You spin around and place your hands on his low back - pulling him closer. As you maintain eye contact, you lean towards him and kiss him gently. His lips felt like clouds, soft and generous. His body refreshing against yours. You feel his hands gripping onto your hair. You slowly press your tongue against his lips. His softly meets yours in a loving embrace.

You both begin to walk towards the bed. Sustaining kisses throughout the action. Dean slowly lowers you onto the mattress. His touch leaving you with a jolt of excitement and pleasure. As he leans onto you, you unfortunately feel weight onto your bandages. You attempt to hold in the wince as much as you could. You had hoped that the weed would have softened your pain receptors. Unfortunately, he was able to notice. “Is your back hurting you, y/n?” he says in an angelic voice. You nod, leaning into another kiss. He pulls away, staring at your face. You watch as his eyes shift focus on different aspects of your body. He smiles and leans past your face towards your ear. “Turn over,” he says softly.

With his support, you slowly flip over. Dean instinctually grabs one of your smaller pillows and places it under your hips - leaving your ass up in the air. “Perfect,” he says as he lands kisses on the dimples of your low back. You grip tightly onto the pillow below your face. His hands start on the side of your thighs and up to your hips. Your body is filled with pins and needles. He hooks his fingers below your panty line and begins to pull them down. You shake at his touch. A wetness forming between your legs as he pulls ever so slowly.

“God, you’re amazing,” Dean says breathlessly. You grip even harder onto your pillow, knowing that you are fully on display for him. He begins with his finger traveling up and down your pussy, gathering slick. He releases short breaths. You softly begin to moan, so terribly excited for what would come next. With a swift but gentle movement, Dean spreads your legs apart. He leans himself closer into the gap. He slowly circles his finger onto your clit. Your legs tighten against his body. He lands tender kisses onto your ass as he squeezes his hands onto your thighs. 

Dean’s kisses grow closer and closer to your pussy. It leaves your thighs desperately shaking. Your body aches for his touch. Aches for his mouth. Aches for him. As his lips finally reach, a tongue slowly emerges and laps up your slick. He feels absolutely incredible against you. Your heart begins to race. Your clit starts to pulsate to a steady beat. “Dean,” you moan aloud. He quickly shushes you as though you were distracting him. He traces his tongue deep against your skin. You release harsh breaths and begin to bite onto your pillow. Dean slowly pushes his tongue deep within you. His finger continuing to stimulate your clit. Your hips begin to wiggle at the extreme pleasure. 

Every so often, Dean would come up for air. He continued to moan your name with each breath. You begin to tense around his tongue and finger. Your walls begin to tighten, furiously craving him. He slowly pulls out from you. He returns to kisses on your cheeks, leaving you with a flood of intensity in your groin. With a sudden movement, he bites down onto your skin - moving back and forth between cheeks sweetly. It leaves you with a white hot sensation, but a frantic need for more. He then traces his tongue onto your ass. It slowly comes closer and closer to your hole. 

You tense up, never having done anything like this before. Dean’s hands gently guide you and relax your body. His tongue begins to circle your hole, leaving you with an almost overwhelming rush of pleasure. You moan louder into the pillow, learning something new about yourself. “Fuck Dean,” you blurt out. He continues to circle your hole. His hands gripping harder against your cheeks. As you struggle to maintain your breathing, he quickly pulls from your hole and slams his tongue deep within your pussy. He drags his tongue in and out of you with a quick and sudden pace. You feel your body collapsing onto him. A hard, hot beating felt up to your ears. Your walls pulsating around his tongue. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you scream desperately. You feel a giggle against your skin, as he grips harder onto you. That all too familiar pit in your stomach begins to appear. Without realizing it, you begin to move your hips back into him. As your moans increase, he begins to make more noise against you. Each of his grunts leaving you in a whole other level of pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum. Fuck Dean!” you scream as your cum releases into his mouth. You feel your toes curling. Your body tensing against him. You feel lightheaded through the extreme gratification. 

As you continue to ride out your high, you grind your bottom against his face. A man has never ate you out as well as he has. Of course, you would never tell him that. As your movements slow, Dean raises from your legs and lands himself beside you. You grab onto his shirt and pull him closer to you. He wraps his arm underneath your pillow. His fingers tangling within your hair. Your head resting softly against his chest. “Shit,” you say, out of breath. He laughs as he plants a kiss against your forehead. You look down towards his jeans and see a rather large bulge. A smile forms across your face as you bite your lip. Dean follows your eye line and smirks. He uses his other hand to slowly unbutton his jeans. 

You giggle looking up towards his chin. “Oh, were you expecting something?” you whisper sarcastically. Dean chuckles, “Well, I didn’t expect you to be a pillow princess, but that’s fine, y/n.” You scoff, raising yourself from his chest. “I am not a pillow princess! But ... I am definitely going to leave you wanting more.” He bites his lip and pulls you back down towards him. “God, you are so beautiful,” he says with a tight grip around your shoulders. You lean up and kiss his jaw and eventually land upon those supple lips. “I know,” you whisper. “I’m going to make us some pancakes,” you say enthusiastically as you pull away from his chest. “No way,” he says with a sudden serious tone. 

With a giggle, you prance into the kitchen and begin to make your famous pancakes. “Go clean up, I’ll get started,” you say pointing towards your bathroom. Once he’s washed his face, Dean slowly returns to the kitchen. He leans onto the threshold, biting his lip, as he watches this beautiful naked woman cooking him up some pancakes. “They do say ‘food is the best way to a man’s heart’,” he shares with a smile. You turn towards him with a hum, “Hm, your heart, huh? You already feeling something here, baby?” You wave your whisk between the two of you. With a laugh, he says, “I already know I will be coming back for more.” With a smile, you return back to your cooking. “I hope you will,” you whisper to yourself. 

After watching this man eat your pancakes in less than 2 minutes, Dean leans back onto his chair with a hand on his stomach. “Shit, that was good,” he smiles. You take another bite of your first pancake. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you say. “Oh, baby. I enjoyed every minute,” Dean says with a confident smirk. It is your turn to blush. With another bite, he reaches into his pocket. He grabs a flip phone. “What the hell?” you chuckle. “It’s a classic,” he replies with a wink. As his eyes land onto his phone’s screen, his facial expression shifts. A sudden switch from happiness to stern and serious. The change so drastic that it leaves you asking what was wrong. As he pulls his eyes away from his phone, he whispers, “Sam didn’t check in. He should have checked in by now.” He quickly pushes off from the table and begins to gather his things. “Something’s wrong,” he says gravely. 

You quickly rush to grab your clothes as he finds his keys in the living room. “Just stay here, y/n. I’ll come back for you,” Dean says sternly without looking back. “I’m coming with,” you reply. He slowly turns towards you. “Look, I don’t have time to deal with this. You stay here. I will come back for you,” he says impassively. As he slightly opens your front door, you land your palm closing it loudly. “Let me be clear. I will be going after James whether you’re there or not. So I will be helping you get back Sam and kill that fucker in the process.” Dean watches your eyes intently. He recognizes your passion. He acknowledges your strength. He also knows that he might end up having to save two asses instead of just his brother’s. With a clenching of his jaw, he mutters, “Fine. Let’s move.” You follow him out the door. 

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note: i hope you liked it! let’s pretend it makes sense for someone who got their back ripped up to later get their ass eat up. what do you think? lmk your thoughts in the comments or reblogs!

When they entered the motel room, coffee in hand, just finishing up interviews, you quickly x’ d the window and shut your laptop. You smiled up at them sweetly. “How’d it go guys?”

Dean took one look at your face and smirked. “You were watching porn, weren’t you?” Sam raised an eyebrow as your face flushed.

“I was not.” “Mm hmm.. They why did you shut the laptop so fast? And why are you blushing?” He poked your cheek as he walked past you to change out of his suit. Sam sat next to you, grinning. “Shut up. Dick. What do you want Sam?” “That thing I asked you to look up.” “Oh, yeah. Grab your laptop, I’ll send you the files.” He rolled his eyes and went to grab it. Wondering why you wouldn’t just show him on yours like usual. Dean came out of the bathroom and sat across from Sam, on your other side. As you sent the files, Sam went to go get changed. “Was it at least good porn?” You hit his arm and he laughed.

That night, Sam and Dean were passed out on opposite ends of the other bed.  You as usual, had headphones in, listening to music hoping to pass out. When that didn’t work, you decided to read. Fanfic that is.

You glanced over at them sleeping. Sam was tall and handsome, and very sweet. You could read more fics with him, but you had spent a few hours of your morning doing that… Then there was Dean, who’s face you could see, since he was on the side of the bed closest to you. He had an arm hanging over the edge of the bed. You sighed thinking of that arm draped over you. Dean fic it is. You turned back to your phone and started typing in the web address.

You got lost in a fic about being with Dean in the back of the Impala. You were laying on your stomach with music still playing in your headphones, so you hadn’t heard anyone wake up. It wasn’t until you felt the bed shift with someone’s weight that you noticed. And before you could react, your phone was pulled out of your hands.

Your eyes wide in horror, as you pulled off your headphones, you turned and saw Dean. He was laying on his side next to you, reading. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at you around the phone. “Dean… wait.” You tried to grab it back but he pushed your hands away. “Seriously…?” he asked, his voice rough as he kept reading.

You figured he was mad. I mean, he hated those books. Why would he feel different about fanfic. You wanted to cry, or hide or anything. You tried to leave the bed but he let go of the phone with one hand, and reached out. His hand grabbed your waist and he held you were you were. You buried your face in the pillow wanting to die. He pulled you closer to him as he read, and you groaned.

When he finally put your phone down he just watched you. “Is this what you were doing when we came in earlier?” You nodded into the pillow. “Does this stuff turn you on or something?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Either way you could be in the wrong. If you said yes, he’d give you shit for reading fanfic of stories he hated. If you said no, he’d ask why sexy stories about him weren’t good enough for you. You groaned and shrugged. You were afraid to look at him. You didn’t want those piercing green eyes staring into your soul and seeing the answer to that question.

But he didn’t need to see your face to know. Dean wasn’t an idiot. His hand left your waist and you were hoping the next thing you felt was him getting out of the bed, but it wasn’t. What you felt next, was his hand on the back of your thigh. You stiffened, unsure what the hell was happening. He slowly moved his fingers up. You were sleeping in an over sized tshirt and boxers, nothing else, like you did every night. He knew it. His fingers passed the hem of your boxers, and continued the trek up. You tried to close your legs, but he wrapped one of his around it, to keep them open. You whimpered. His fingers gently ghosted over your slit. You bit your lip as you felt them enter, finding your clit. “I guess it does, huh… Your so wet.” his voice was a whisper. “You should get on your back. So we can discuss this further.”

You turned your head slightly, so you could just see him. His lips were just parted as he watched you. “Will you do that for me?” he asked quietly. You nodded. “Good.” his hand moved, and you shifted, rolling onto your back. You tried to put a bit of space between you but he just moved closer.

“There, now you can’t hide your face in a pillow.” He whispered. “How long have you been reading this stuff?” You shrugged. “Just a few days.” “Is it always about me?” You shook your head. “Sammy, too?” You nodded. “Sometimes.” “Are they all this filthy?” He smirked as he whispered that last question. You shook your head. You felt his fingers tease the waist band of your boxers. “But I bet your favorites are, huh?” You groaned softly, his hand going into your boxers, reaching your mound. “Yeah, I thought so.” His warm breath was on your neck.

A finger circled your clit and you gasped. “Shhhhh.. Don’t want to wake Sammy.” he whispered. “Do we baby?” You bite your lip. “Good girl.” “See, at first, I was a bit mad you were reading about me. But, when I read what it was, and saw how turned on it made you… How could I be mad?” his lips were close to your ear as he whispered. His fingers moving over your clit faster. You rolled your hips and moaned. “In fact, the idea of you thinking of me like that, getting soaked, made me hard.” your hand was at your side so when he pressed against you, it went right into the palm of your hand. Instinctively, you gripped it through his sweats, and he groaned in your ear.

He rubbed two fingers over you clit, getting them wet with your slick, before he slid them inside you. Your mouth opened and your back arched. He quickly captured your mouth in his before the moan escaped your lips. His tongue took over your mouth as his fingers curled. You whimpered into his mouth as you slid your hand into his sweats and started to stroke him. “Fuck.” He groaned against you lips. His fingers worked faster, his thumb rubbing your clit. “Cum for me, baby.”

You bit his bottom lip and moaned, pumping your hand faster. He was panting as much as you were. Your eyes locked with his as you brought each other to the edge. “Ready, baby?” You nodded. His lips captured yours again, as he went all out. It didn’t take long for him to make you cum, your muffled moans and whimpers swallowed while you gripped him tighter, pumping him desperately as he joined you. Your hips bucked against his hand, while his stilled in yours. You felt his warm cum shoot over your wrist.

He pulled his hand out and sucked his fingers. He groaned when he saw you lick your hand clean. He pulled you into his chest arms wrapped around you.  "Think you can sleep now?“ You nodded. "Good.” You looked up, and his eyes were already closed. You smiled into his chest and wrapped an arm around him.

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Lightening streaked across the sky, fragmenting in all directions as the rain came down in sheets, visibility reduced to 3 inches in front of you. Hail rained down, bouncing as it hit the ground. The tent was no match for the golf-ball sized chunks of ice, ripping the first chance it got. I was huddled in my car, listening to the wind howling around me; I didn’t want to chance driving in weather like this. As a bolt of electricity light up the night sky, a twisting funnel caught my eye, dancing across the treeline.

I fumbled for my keys, shoving them into the ignition with shaky hands. The car jumped and shook as I sped up, following the unmarked path with a grimace. I felt every bump in the dirt road- and my back was not thanking me for not getting the shocks replaced soon enough. I swore that I was going to make my boss’s life hell for making me come out in this shit.

All of a sudden, I went into a tail spin, tires locking and squealing. A burst of color shot across my eyelids and my body jolted forward; then it all faded to black.

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“Pissed about what? What the hell happened? I can’t leave you guys for 2 minutes.”

You smiled sweetly, motioning for the girl to come closer. She leaned forward, smiling thinking nothing would happen, that she had Dean wrapped around her finger. You grabbed a fist full of her hair and got right in her face.

“Care to say it again so everyone can hear?” you glared. “No? Well, I suggest you think long and hard about the next thing you say to me. If it wasn’t for Dean being interested in you for tonight, I’d smash your face right into this table.” And with that you let her go.

You started to get up and leave, when you heard her open her mouth. “Ow! What the hell, Dean, are you really going to let this stupid psycho bitch treat me like this! She’s acting like she’s sooo important to you.”

“She is.” You heard Dean say, his eyes on  you. You smiled softly at your best friend.

“What!? Are we talking about the same fat ugly cow?!”

With that you reached forward, grabbed the side of her head and smashed it into the table. “I fucking warned you!” you shouted, as Sam grabbed a hold of you, trying to pull you away before you could hit her again.

“Let me go!” you screamed as Sam carried you outside.

He refused you put you down until he was sure you wouldn’t go back in. “Come on y/n. We really can’t afford to pay for damages if you go and wreck the place.” He chuckled.

You had to laugh at how amused he was about all this. But it wasn’t his night you had ruined. It was Dean’s. You fully realized that when you saw his face as he walked out of the bar. “Let’s go.” he said gruffly as he walked past. Sam caught up to him but you just stood there against the wall. You felt a little bad.

“Dean…” you called.

As he turned to look at you, you just sighed. “Go ahead Sam, I’ll catch up” he said and walked back to you.

“I really ruined your night huh?..”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine Dean.. Come on.” you said starting to walk in the opposite direction Sam went in.

“Where are you going, motels this way?”

“Your way didn’t work out for tonight Dean.” you shouted behind you “So I’m going to show you my way.”

When you got across the street, Dean was by your side again. “Your way for what?” he asked.

“De-stressing” you said, walking into a grocery store that was still open.“Lucky for you, our bar night ended early enough that this place is still open." You bought two bottles of white wine and headed back out.

"Wine, really?” he wrinkled his nose at you.

“My way remember?” you said continuing to walk. He followed without complaint. When you came to a small path hidden behind some trees about 15 minutes later, you grabbed onto Deans arm. “Sorry.. I don’t want to trip in these shoes, I’d rather not break my ankle tonight.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” you smiled. After a few minutes of walking in silence, and almost falling once, you came to a Weeping Willow, and you ducked under the branches and walked away from the path. When you came to a small clearing in front of a lake, you turned and smiled at Dean. “Welcome to my  little slice of heaven.” You took off your jacket and spread it on the ground to sit on, motioning for Dean to do the same. It was cool out, but not so much that you needed the coats on.  You took off your shoes and placed them next to you, then pulled one of the bottles out of the bag, and opened it. Taking a sip, you handed it to Dean as he sat next to you on his own coat. You leaned back on your hands and stared across the lake. The moons reflection glistening off the water. You could hear crickets chirping and frogs croaking in the distance. As you looked up, you saw the stars perfectly. You sighed in contentment.

Dean handed back the bottle, and you drank more. “Do you feel like talking about what happened in the bar?”

“Not really..” you said. “I feel pretty bad. I mean, not that I hurt her. She fucking deserved it.”

Dean chuckled “Yeah, she kind of did.”

“But that I ruined your night. I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve heard that shit. It won’t be the last. It probably won’t be the last time I hit someone over it either.” you smiled. He gave you a look that was almost sad. “Eh.” you shrugged. “Honestly, it doesn’t usually bother me, I never see them again anyway.. Maybe it was just too much tonight. Maybe I wasn’t drunk enough.. who knows. I usually just ignore it. It’s not always girls you are with, but when it is, before long you leave with the girl, and after that I never have to see her again. Sometimes Sam and I hang out, sometimes he finds a girl and I just..”

“You come here? Why?” he asked. “I mean its nice, it’s quiet, I get that.. but what do you do here?”

Smiling, you motioned to the lake “This. Exactly what we are doing now. Just.. sitting here. Being out here, without having to kill something, or having something trying to kill me.. it’s nice. This, is how I de-stress. You know, whenever I can find a place like this any ways..”

After the bottle passed between you a few more times, Dean looked at you confused. “But, I mean, I thought you were like us? I mean.. I thought you picked up guys.. I sometimes see some guys chatting you up in the bar, and you seem interested…”

Shrugging again you sit forward. “Not really my thing. I mean, yeah if we’re going to be in town a while, I’ll consider it. But if we are just here for a few days.. not really worth my time. I’m not too into jumping in the sack with guy after guy I’ll never see again..” You felt Dean shift next to you. “Not that its a bad thing! To be into that I mean.. I just like having control over this one small aspect of my life.. you know.. With everything else being as crazy as it is. Not that you really get much of a chance to date as a hunter..”

“But I’ve heard you.”

You turned to look at him, eyebrows raised “Pervert.” you laughed.

“The motel walls are thin!!” He almost shouted in defense, his cheeks turning red, causing you to laugh. “I just.. figured you were bringing guys back all the time.”

“That’s all me Dean”. Now it was his turn to look shocked. “There is a reason I don’t let you boys carry my bag. I have got an arsenal in there for whatever strikes my fancy. You carry guns and knives, I carry.. well..” You bit your lip. “You take a chance in the bar, I guarantee I get what I need.”

“So… If I look in your bag…”

You laughed. “Assuming I leave you alone with my stuff? Right side pocket. There’s some interesting things in there.” You downed the last of the bottle, and placed it down by your feet. “Should we open the other one?” When you didn’t get an answer, you turned to him. “Dean?” He was staring at you, mouth slightly open.

“Dean..” you started, but he cut you off with a soft kiss. “Don’t start something you won’t finish Dean” You said softly. He answered by putting a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in for more. You shifted so you were straddling his lap, his hands on your outer thighs where your skirt rode up. You rolled your hips, grinding against his bulge. You tasted his moan as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to pull you closer.He started kissing down your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your top. He buried his face between your breasts, motor boating them to make you laugh. “Dean!” you squealed  pushing his shoulders.

“I couldn’t help it.” he said putting his hands up as if surrendering. You shook your head at him. Why were you not surprised. He smiled and began leaving small bites on your neck. “Stand up for a sec” he said against your skin. As you stood, he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down. You shifted your feet so he could take them off of you placing them on your coat. He grabbed your thighs tight, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you back down onto him.You kissed him hard as you felt his hands explore the curve of your ass.

You reached down to undo his belt. “Impatient are we y/n?” he laughed.

“Shut up Dean” you panted as you kissed him hungrily, undoing his pants and reaching in. He shifted so you could take his erection out.  You stroked it a few times as he moaned into your mouth.

He slid a hand under you and you felt a finger run over your swollen clit. “Mmm, y/n your soaked”. You felt him twitch in your hand.

You ran your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre cum onto your thumb and raising to you mouth to suck if off. “Not doing so bad there yourself, Dean.” you smiled. He kissed you again, hard, as he reached over to his coat pocket, pulling out a condom. He wiggled his eyebrows at you while he tore the packet open with his teeth. You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re beyond ridiculous, Dean.” you said, taking the packet and putting the condom on him.He growled at you as he grabbed your ass and lifted you, lining himself up.

“We good?” he asked before going any further.

“Yeah, we’re good.” you smiled, kissing his nose. He buried his face in your neck and he lowered you onto him. You let out a moan and leaned against him as his arms circled your waist. He held you there so tight, it was like he was afraid you would try to leave.“Dean..” you whispered softy and you started to rock your hips.

“Oh god, y/n.”

You bit his ear lobe, and grabbed a fist full of hair. He growled in response, and buried his face in your breasts nipping at the flesh. You started to move faster as his hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs running over your nipples through the lace of your bra. Your hand went to the back of his neck, nails digging in a bit.

He laid back and you put your hands on his chest. His hands now on your waist as he matched your movements. He looked up at you with his lust filled green eyes. When your e/c eyes met his, he dug his fingers into your skin pulling you down onto his manhood harder. “Oh fuck!” you shouted, throwing your head back. “Please… don’t stop.. fuck Dean!”

You heard him groan, and looked down at him. He had a look of bliss on his face. Well, bliss and sex face, but you liked it. You moved your hair to one side and placed your hands on either side of his head as you leaned down to kiss him. You bit his bottom lip, then slipped your tongue in. He started thrusting faster, causing you to moan in his mouth. You felt him smile against your lips. He gave your ass a spank and you moaned “If you keep that up with this pace, I won’t last much longer, Dean. I’m sure you won’t either.”

He raised his eyebrows at that as you sat back up rolling your hips to slow down the pace a bit.

“Who says I want to?” he smiled that shit eating grin of his. “We can always just go again.” he winked, as one of his hands left your waist.

You gave him that ‘what are you up to’ look. But he just smiled at you, as you felt his thumb rub your swollen clit. “Jesus Dean!” one hand on his chest, the other grabbed his arm that was still around your waist, your nails digging in just below the sleeve of his T-shirt.

You could feel the pressure building in your core. You were trying to hold back, you didn’t want it to end so soon, but man did Dean know how to treat a lady. “Cum for me” you heard him whisper. He felt you tighten and knew you were on the edge. “Don’t hold back. Cum for me.”

“Fuck. Dean!” you screamed as your orgasm ripped through your body.

“Oh Fuck y/n.” you could hear Dean moaning as your orgasm brought on his. He continued to rub your clit through it all.

When you both had finished riding it out, he reached up to pull you down to his chest, and you were more then happy to all but collapse on him. You laid there catching your breath and listening to his heart beat.

You moved off Dean after a few minutes, and started to put your shoes on. You could hear him taking off the condom, and when you glanced over, he was trying to figure out where to put it. You chuckled and handed him the grocery store bag the wine had been in. “I’ll just carry this.” you said. He had gotten himself all tucked away and put his coat on, putting the bag in his pocket until he got to a garbage, by the time you got your other shoe on.

He stood in front of you holding out his hand to help you up. As you fixed your skirt, and did up your shirt, he picked up your panties and tucked them into his back pocket. He then held your jacket for you to put on. “Such a gentleman.” you smiled at him. Then you grabbed the wine bottle and walked back arm in arm. When you got back into town proper, and came to a garbage can on the street, he stopped to toss the bag in. You stopped outside the motel rooms. Dean just stood there looking down at you.

“I think I like your way of doing things.” he finally said. “Perhaps we should do things your way more often.” he winked.

“Shut up Dean.” you laughed. “Lets see what tomorrow brings first, yeah?”

“Alright, alright” he smiled, leaning in, kissing you softly. “Good night y/n”. He turned and headed towards his room with Sam.

“Dean wait!” you called.

“Yeah ?” he turned, looking hopeful.

You laughed. “Keep in your pants perv. I kind of just need my room key.. remember, we were suppose to switch rooms so you could have privacy with what’s her face. ” and you jingled his room key in front of you.

“Oh yeah, sorry” he said, tossing your key, and caught his when you tossed it.

“Night Dean.”

“Good night darling.”

You went into your room and leaned on the door after you shut it. You signed, a gentle smile on your face. Well that’s one way to de-stress, you thought. You put the wine bottle on the dresser, then moved to the duffle bag on the foot of the bed tossing your clothes on the floor as you went. “Fuck” you grumbled after you opened the bag, pulling out one of Deans shirts. Your bag was in the other room. Too tired to get dressed and go next door, you just pulled his shirt on. You realized you also now had no underwear to put on, but were too tired to care. You climbed under the blankets, and pulled up the collar of Deans shirt to your nose. Smelling his scent, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

In the other room Sam was already asleep, Dean went in and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled out your panties from his pocket, smiling down at them. He glanced over to the bag next to his foot. He raised his eyebrow realizing it was yours. “What did she say… right pocket?” He pulled the bag onto the bed, opening the right side pocket. Inside he found a case that he pulled out. He slowly opened it “Very interesting…” he smiled when he saw the toys you had inside.  And as he went to put it back in the pocket, he saw a few more pieces that had been hidden under case. He pulled out hand cuffs, and looked at the other items “Very interesting indeed”.

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You looked up when you heard the rumble of a powerful vehicle. Your first emotion was relief, but right on the heels was worry with a slight sprinkling of fear. You were a young woman, trapped on the road alone. You had seen enough TV to know that this rarely ended well.

As the headlights slowed, you reached back in your open car door and grabbed the pepper spray out of your purse. You struggled to beat back the panic and the tears, trying to stay positive. It was probably some old couple just worried about you. Or possibly an ax murderer...stop it.

The car came to a stop, the engine still growling and adding to your apprehension. When the driver opened the door and stepped out, you couldn't see anything but a vague shadow. When the shadow came around the door, you could tell from the movement and the height that this wasn't the little old Granny you had been hoping for.

“It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?” The voice was young, male, and sounded sincere.

Yeah, sure, buddy. Let me just help you kill me and bury my body under a cactus or something.

You tried to keep the hysteria out of your voice when you replied, “No thanks! I'm good. I've got a friend on the way. It's nice of you to stop and check though....” You cut yourself off when you realized your voice was an octave higher than your usual and that you were rambling.

He took a few steps closer and you tightened your grip on the pepper spray. He was close enough for you to make out a face in the light from his car's headlights now. He looked...nice. Your age, unbelievably hot, but there was a look of concern on his face and a slight smile on his distractingly gorgeous lips that made you instinctively want to smile back at him.

“Hey, there. I'm really good with cars. If you want, I can take a look and see if it's something simple that I can fix. It might save your friend a trip, and even if it doesn't, then you might not have to pay a mechanic to figure it out for you.”

His voice was so disarming, you nodded before you realized what you were doing. Once he started walking towards your car again, you recovered your senses and moved to keep a safe distance. He smiled, probably because you were acting like a crazy person and he didn't want you freak out on him, and went over to where your hood was still smoking slightly.

After sticking his head under the hood and doing who knows what to your stupid clunker, you were surprised when he emerged alive and, instead of turning to you, looked back at his car. He waved to it to come here, and you gripped your mace again, worried that you weren't the craziest person in this scenario.

The mystery was explained however when his car's engine cut off, though the lights remained on, and the passenger side door opened. A giant pulled himself out of the car on that side. I mean the good Samaritan (hopefully) was tall, but this guy was huge. You instinctively took a few steps back, thankful that this second figure remained by their car.

Your mystery mechanic noticed your movement and hurried to still your growing panic, “It's okay. My name is Dean Winchester, and this is my little brother, Sam.” You struggled not to laugh at the word 'little'.  “We're on our way to Vegas for a family trip. I promise we're not going to hurt you.”

His voice was soothing again, like he was talking to a frightened animal or something and you looked into his face, caught by the beauty of his eyes. The man really was incredibly good looking.

His brother, Sam, moved into the light, keeping his distance in an effort to put you at ease. “Hi. We're good guys, I swear.” Wow. This one could lay the puppy eyes on even better than the first guy.

You did some quick mental calculations. Honestly, these guys were your best hope, and they had done nothing threatening so far. You decided to go out on a limb and trust them at least a little.

“Hi Dean, Sam. My name is Y/N.” You cleared your throat when it came out as a tiny squeak and continued, “I really appreciate your help. I was on my way to Vegas for a vacation, too.  The truth is, the car just died on me a few minutes ago, and my phone is dead. If I could borrow one of yours to call a tow truck, that would be wonderful.”

The two brothers traded a glance and you felt your throat tighten with fear.

Dean is the first to break the silence. “Look, Y/N, we would let you borrow the phone and call the tow, but honestly it will probably take at least an hour to get here during which you'll be left alone if we leave. The only thing wrong with your car is a busted valve, and, with the right part, I could fix it right here in just a few minutes. Let us just go grab it real quick, come right back and you'll be on your way to your vacation in no time at all.”

You tried to hide the fear at the thought of waiting on the empty road after dark all alone, but poker had never been your game.

“Or, Sam can go to that store we saw about ten miles back, get the part, and I'll wait here with you.” Dean threw the keys at Sam who caught them. Dean then walked a few feet further away from you and sat down in the dirt. You appreciated the distance and the offer.

“Thank you, guys. That sounds great, actually.”

“Hey, Y/N,” you looked at the younger brother who had gone to the trunk of their vehicle and was rummaging through it, “you should probably have some water to drink—it's easy to get dehydrated in the desert.” He walked back over towards you and then slowly closed the gap to hand you a metal canteen. It was hard to see in the dark, but it felt like there was an embossed cross on the outside. The liquid inside sloshed when you brought it up and took a long draft, your mouth parched from your fear and the heat. You trusted them not to poison or roofie you or anything—if they had wanted to subdue you, either one of the boys was big enough to do so without the use of drugs.

Sam and Dean both watched you with a bit too much interest as you drank the water, then visibly relaxed when you finished your gulping and brought the canteen from your lips.

“What?”

Dean looked up at his brother from where he sat on the ground, then looked at you. “Nothing. Don't worry, we'll get you back on the road before you know it.”

Sam took the canteen back and crawled into the drivers side, pulling a U turn in the road before heading back where they came. Dean stayed where he was, idly rearranging pebbles on the road and casually ignoring you.

You weren't sure you liked that. You weren't afraid of him any more, and honestly, your ego had taken enough of a hit today without being ignored by the kind good-looking stranger. Keeping the pepper spray in your hand, better safe than sorry, you sat on the ground a foot or so away from him. He looked up in surprise at the sound.

“Thank you again. It's nice to know there are still decent people in the world who will help a complete stranger.”

Dean's face twisted a bit at this assessment, but shrugged off the compliment. You were surprised how easily you could see it in the dark, how quickly your eyes had adjusted to the starlight and moonlight above.

“So, Y/N, any fun reason to be heading to Vegas?”

He had obviously just meant it as a conversation starter, but your optimistic mood vanished as you remembered your reasons for leaving. Your face must have shown your emotions again.

“Uh oh. What happened?”

This close his face was even more enchanting. You found yourself confiding in this perfect stranger. Telling him about your now ex boyfriend, the cheating, the attempt to get away and treat yourself. You were surprised by how much talking it out with him helped clear your mind. Despite the fact that you were stranded on the side of the road with a man you didn't know, you felt better talking with Dean than you had in the past few weeks.  He had a way of listening silently that still felt like you had his full attention, something you realized you had been without for a long time in your last relationship.

Dean was telling you about the annual pilgrimage that he and his brother took to the city each year, when you heard the rumble of an engine coming. Anxious, you looked at Dean who smiled, “don't worry. I'd recognize the sound of my Baby anywhere.” You rolled your eyes at the endearment. Men and their cars.

Sam and Dean work together to fix your car, their relaxed and joking manner putting you even more at ease. When they finish up, you crank the car and are surprised when it starts up right away. You get out and walk over to your saviors, unbuckling your purse as you go.

“Don't even think about it, Y/N. We're happy to help.”

“But, Sam, come on. At least let me pay for the part.”

Dean's outrage was clear to see, “no way! Y/N. Go enjoy your vacation. Bon voyage and all that. Anyway, you might want to have a licensed mechanic look over it anyway.” He saw your look and hurried to add, “not that I doubt my work or anything, but better safe than sorry. If you break down again, we might not be the first ones to find you, you know what I mean?” You shivered at the implications, remembering those heart-wrenching moments earlier in the evening.

Sam elbowed his brother.

“Don't worry, Y/N. We're all headed the same direction, and we'll follow you into the city to make sure it doesn't die on you again out in the middle of nowhere.”

You smiled your thanks and you all headed for your respective vehicles.

The Winchester's lights in your rear view were a reassuring sight the rest of the hour drive into the outskirts of the city. Once you reached one of the main roads you pulled into a fill up station to get gas and were surprised that they did the same.

“Aww, did ya'll get attached to me or something?” you teased when they were close enough to hear you. Dean laughed out the window and pulled into a nearby parking space. Sam got out and headed inside the convenience store and Dean strolled over, that masculine, slightly bow legged saunter that had scared you when you first saw it now did nothing but send a wave of feminine appreciation through you.

“Nah, just stocking up on edibles. Any worrisome sounds or anything from your car?”

“Nope, as good as...well, maybe not new, but like it was before it died at least.”

Dean chuckled, his smile causing you to smile back.

You relaxed and were just getting into his natural flirting when you noticed Sam ringing up his purchases. You frowned, unwilling to say goodbye to Dean when the two of you were going so well. You weren't in the mood to gamble tonight and you still felt like you should pay them something for their help.

You grinned as a solution occurred to you. “Hey, Dean, do you know the ____ hotel on ____street?” Dean nodded. “That's where I'm staying over my trip, and it's got a nice bar on the first floor. Why don't you and Sam let me treat you to your first drinks? It would be a great way to pay you fellas back for all of your help, and a nice way to start a vacation.”

Dean smiled. “Deal. We'll see you there.”

You sipped on the icy beverage in front of you, but most of your focus was on the man sitting next to you at the bar. Sam had gone back to their hotel after two drinks and wishing you well. Dean, however, had told him not to wait up, and ordered some whiskey.

The lights and the music in the bar added to his appeal, and any concerns you had about lowering your guard around this practically-a-stranger were being erased by the rum in your mixed drink and the late night conversation that had moved passed flirting about thirty minutes ago and was headed to the classification of foreplay.

Dean finished his drink and you pushed yours away while you were still only tipsy. You've made your decision and you'd like to be able to remember this night come tomorrow.

You decide to be up front about it, because, what the hell? You're pretty sure of him, and besides, it wasn't called liquid courage for nothing.

“Dean. Will you stay with me tonight?”

Dean's eyes darkened as he turned and faced you, reading your face. He looked like he was trying to evaluate how steady you were, and you met his gaze with only the bare minimum of blush, sure of your choice. It was your vacation, damn it. You were a single, independent adult, and the sparks between you and this man were enough to make the hair on your arms stand on end.

“Are you sure, Y/N? You've had a long, hectic day. I don't want you to regret this in the morning....”

You grimaced, and looked away. Maybe you had read the situation wrong. Maybe he was only being nice staying beside you because he knew how you had been cheated on. Maybe he was just pitying you by not leaving you to drown your sorrows alone. Maybe...

He reached over and gently grasped your chin, pulling your face around till your eyes met. Your skin tingled under his touch and his eyes were wide and sincere when he spoke again.

“Believe me. I want to. And I'm beyond thrilled that you want to. I just want you to be sure.”

Your spirits, which had been taking an icy plunge now leaped up within you, and a smoldering fire started in the pit of your belly when you saw the arousal darkening his eyes.

“Dean, I'm very sure.”

“Then, after you, Y/N.”

You paid off your tab and his first drink, but didn't resist when he insisted on covering the rest of his.

He followed close behind you on the way to the elevator, his hand on the small of your back, radiating warmth through your spine and adding kindling to that fire in your belly.

When the doors close you thank your lucky stars that the two of you are alone at last, and you turned to face him. Dean had apparently had a similar idea, because he had already started to close the distance between you. As the floors dinged by quietly, he pressed you up against the mirrored wall, his heat and strength and smell overwhelmed your senses as he leaned into kiss you.

His kiss was...intense. Knowing. You struggled to describe it to yourself, then gave up, losing yourself in the passion he had ignited in you instead, and kissed him back with a fervor that surprised you.

His teeth nipped at your lower lip before he slanted his head, deepening the contact, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to boldly claim his desire, to claim you. Any doubts you had about his willingness were erased by the grip of his hands, one on your back, pressing you into him, the other nestled in your hair, guiding your head as he ravished your mouth and erased far more brain cells than any amount of alcohol consumption could account for.

The rush of air from the open door was the first sensation you noticed when he broke the kiss. The second was feel of his wide shoulders, which you had grabbed without conscious thought, practically climbing him in your eagerness to be near him. Dean chuckled and kissed you lightly before sliding his hands more conventionally to your hand and back, guiding you through the doors.

You shook your head, trying to gather your thoughts, but they were all back in that elevator reliving the hottest kiss of your life. The fire in your belly seemed to have multiplied because it felt as if all of your skin was burning and you were surprised that you could remember your room number as you headed down the hallway. You fumbled to remove the room key that you had put in your pocket earlier with your ID before heading to the bar, managed to insert the card into the door and pushed it open with a feeling of accomplishment.

You drop it and your ID on the nightstand beside the king sized bed. You had reserved this room when you thought it would be an anniversary celebration with – no. Forget him. You were spending the night with Dean.

Which honestly held more appeal anyway.

You turned to find that he had already toed his way out of his socks and shoes, and his belt lay on top of them. You watched in fascination as he removed his jacket and then the t-shirt underneath, showing a magnificent chest and an interesting tattoo on his left pectoral.

He walked toward you then, and you reached out, eager for his kiss, his touch, eager to be enveloped in his warmth again.

Dean seemed just as eager. He pulled you in close, his mouth finding yours for another passion-drugged kiss, his lips feeding at yours for what felt like minutes, his hands making trips up and down your spine, and the fire beneath your skin intensified wherever he touched.

You broke the kiss this time, gasping for air, and ran your hands down his chest, marveling at the feel of this man you were lucky enough to have with you tonight.

You felt Dean's 5 o'clock shadow brush against your cheek, causing a shiver of arousal to course through you. Then you heard his husky whisper in your ear, “may I?”

His fingers were underneath the edge of your shirt and when you nodded, unable at the moment to deny him anything, he pulled your shirt up and off your head and arms, before throwing it behind him. His eyes were fixed on your breasts in their black lacy bra.

He moaned your name before pulling you close again, kissing your neck, your throat, your shoulders. He backed you towards the bed, murmuring compliments as he alternately licked, kissed, and sucked at your collarbone, the underside of your jaw, the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder.

When your legs hit the mattress, you fell backwards, pulling him down with you with your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to continue his delicious torture. His teasing tongue licked it's way down your chest before coming to rest at the beaded nipple.  Wasting no time, Dean latched his mouth on your tipi through the flimsy lace, licking and sucking at your breast.

“Oh, Dean! Yes. Just like that...”

Your hands gripped his hair as he pulled and sucked, then guided him to the other breast. The cool air on the wet lace aroused you even further and you arched up to his mouth, unashamed to beg for more.

Your hands left his head to fist into the blanket beneath you. An action you immediately regretted, because it was then that his mouth left your breasts. He slid off the bed, pressing kisses down your gently rounded stomach all the while, his tongue drawing distracting patterns around your navel. When his knees were solidly on the floor next to the bed and his mouth was doing naughty things to your belly button, he busied his hands undoing your pants.

A tiny portion of your brain felt guilty for not helping out, but the rest of you told her to hush and enjoy the attention and feelings. It was your vacation after all.

He stopped after pulling your pants down a few inches and you forced yourself up on your elbows to see why.

He was staring at your tattoo, a phoenix with wings of flame spread on your side, above your hip. His fingers were warm as he traced the outline of your symbol of renewal.

“Dean?”

“This is beautiful. It suits you.”

You started to ask about his body art, the star on his chest with the flames around it, but you don't get the words out before he finished removing your pants, taking your panties along with it. And after he spread your thighs apart and settled between them, still on his knees, you found that you no longer particularly cared about his tattoo.

When his mouth pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and then slowly worked it's way up, you no longer cared about much of anything other than Dean's tongue.

Which was...oh God. He was good at this.

You writhed beneath his talented mouth as Dean licked your sensitive folds, his fingers spreading you apart so he could easily reach your throbbing clit with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. You arched beneath his ministrations, unable to hold back your cries of pleasure as he swirled that talented muscle around the center of your arousal.

Your hands were tangled in the sheets again and you held on tight as he slid first one, then two fingers deep inside of you, the way eased by how wet and slick you were. He pumped into you, his mouth swirling, his fingers rubbing, pressing, your muscles squeezing, you were writhing, caught, the fire was going to explode out of you...

And then it did.

You came and it felt like an explosion had indeed occurred, and your core was ground zero. The pleasure swept up and down your legs, through your torso and arms, and you threw your head back and yelled Dean's name as the inferno carried you up and up in a never ending firework.

You emerged from the conflagration, like the bird from your tattoo, feeling new, refreshed, and determined.

This was not supposed to be a one-way street.

When you looked around, Dean was at the nightstand rummaging through the hotel's materials.

“What are you doing?”

“I, uh, wasn't expecting this to happen tonight. I don't have any protection with me, and I was hoping the hotel...”

You smiled and leaned over, pulling your small suitcase out from under the bed. You unzipped the main compartment and pulled out a box of condoms, then tossed them into Dean's waiting arms.

“You're a life saver as well as a beautiful woman.”

You blushed at the compliment, and when he leaned down to kiss you again, you responded with shyness at first, conscious of just how intimate you had just been with him. His ardor quickly melted your modesty and when he stepped back to lower his jeans and to open the box, you were panting with the strength of your need.

Once he stepped out of his boxers and he was standing in front of you, his cock at eye level thanks to your seat on the bed, you found you couldn't resist the temptation. Reaching out, you cupped his length, tentative at first, then more firmly as Dean groaned his approval.

The rustling of the box being torn opened paused momentarily as you began to stroke his velvety hard length. He was so firm and heavy beneath your touch, the tip red and ripe and ready for you.

You leaned forward and licked the bead of pre-cum already gathered at his head and he gasped, the box crumpling in his tightened fist.

“Y/N...” His voice was a strange mixture of warning and entreaty and it was all the encouragement you needed.

You drew him closer by gripping that firm ass and pulling, then you gently licked his head again. You swirled your tongue over the tip, paying attention to the ridge at the top and the sensitive base.  With one hand you reached down and tentatively cupped his balls, and with the other you guided him slowly into your mouth.

You concentrated on making this as pleasurable for him as he had for you. You took as much of him as you could hold, deeper and deeper, until you could feel him in your throat and you couldn't go any further without gagging. His taste was salty and delicious and you wriggled with joy and arousal before you began sucking him.

You kept a rhythm, weaker to stronger, a short pulse then a long strong one, over and over, not trying to make him lose control completely, trying to draw out his pleasure.

Your name was a growl deep in his throat after barely a minute of your touch, and you weren't even close to being finished with him when he moaned, “enough!”

He pulled away from you, his eyes unfocused and his dick throbbing. You pouted, “Dean, it's still your turn. I wanted...”

He looked over at you, “my turn? Y/N, that's sweet, but I don't think you realize just how much I enjoyed 'your' turn” he chuckled, “and if I enjoy 'my' turn any more, I'm not going to be able to make full use of these condoms you so thoughtfully provided.” He met your eyes and the desire you saw there floored you.

“And I really want to make use of those condoms.”

You gulped and laid back, spreading your legs, which were still hanging off the bed, in open invitation.

“What are you waiting for then?”

Dean cursed and dived for the nearly crushed condom box that he had dropped earlier, grabbed a packet and quickly took care of necessary business.

When he leaned over to kiss you again, it was with such passion that the fire you thought had already finished burning in you tonight relit with a fury that you hadn't expected. When his hand trailed down your torso pausing to tweak your nipples through the lace of the bra you were still inexplicably wearing, before curling over your mound, the fire followed his calloused fingers.

When he pushed his fingers into you again, collecting your wetness and rubbing it over your clit, your folds, his own fist and covered cock, the fire became a living, growing thing inside you that roared, demanding satisfaction.

You broke the kiss and nearly shouted with your desperation, “now, Dean! Fuck me, please!”

Dean's grunt was just as eager and he reached down, grasping your knees with both hands and pulling your legs up until the rested against his chest, your calves on his shoulders. The position left you completely open and vulnerable which Dean took full advantage of, pushing into you slowly, his jaw clenched with the restraint.

With your legs elevated you felt every inch of his penetration, and you wanted more.

“Fuck me, Dean, please, go, faster!”

Dean groaned and pushed the rest of the way into you in deeply, all the way to the hilt. He freezes there, his jaw clenched, sweat rolling down his face, his hands running up and down your legs and his eyes devouring you.

“Y/N, you are the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on. Fuck, you've gloved me so tight and wet...I...oh, fuck, fuck!”

Dean seemed to break off and lose control and you gloried in it.

His thrusts were quick, pounding, deep motions that hit all of your right spots over and over again.

You were burning; you were so close to that edge and you could tell from the way Dean growled your name over and over and the increased tempo of his thrusts, his balls slapping into your ass, his grip tight on your hips as he plunged into you again, withdrew, thrust, sinking into you, his neck thrown back, his face taut, that he was just as close as you were.

“Dean, I...yes, oh, fuck, please...yes, just like....ooohhh!”

“Y/N! Oh, damn, fuuuuuck!”

The two of you came together, your inner muscles contracted around him, milked his cock inside of you until he exploded into the condom, groaning his satisfaction and dropping your legs to fall down on top of you, his shaking arms the only thing keeping his weight from crushing you into the mattress.

When he pulled his softening dick out of you, you whimpered quietly at the loss of contact. He quickly threw away the condom and cleaned up before crawling back into bed and pulling you onto his chest. You sighed, happy he wasn't leaving yet, though you knew he'd go soon.

Worried that he'd be gone when you woke up, you forced your tired eyes open and found his face, utterly sated and relaxed above you.

“Dean?” His eyes fluttered and you could really see the green in them this close up. “....thank you for saving my vacation.”

He chuckled at the comment and tucked you back onto his chest.