#deanssunshine

I’ve been feeling suicidal for the first time in years. What keeps me here? What’s one of the biggest reasons I’ve fought to stay alive this long? Him. For the man who held me in his arms as I desperately sobbed for relief. Who gave me a personally, intimate moment, that I will cherrish forever. Six years later. And I’m still here. And every day I am, I owe to him.

VERY graphic and adult smut please +18 only

Please keep in mind these are two consenting adults involved in Kink Play.

You can find them here “All I know is pleasure”

“Star Fall”

by Samantha Grace

(TW // Language, violence, strip club scene, lewd dancing)

• Chapter One •

The '67 Impala spun down the dirt road, drifting, and coming to a complete stop. Two boys, built and tall, holding shot guns emerged from the purring car. They cocked the guns, gaining the attention of the tall creature lurking in front of them.

"Hey, shit head." One of them expelled, firing at him. The creature made an unearthly scream before disintegrating into the ground. The man who fired lowered the gun, before smirking sideways. "Easy enough."

"Dean!" The other man yelled, quickly re-aiming his gun at a figure above. Dean shot his head up before firing at the being, causing it to turn to dust. He turned to the opposing man with a wide eyed look on his featured face.

"That was close." He spoke, pure exhilaration in his voice. The other man exhaled and nodded, checking his environment again. "Job well done Sammy." Sammy shot Dean an unappreciative, flat stare. "Looks like we can go celebrate." He said climbing into the drivers seat of the car. Sammy quickly followed after him. The Impala roared to life before speeding off in the distance. A short lived drive, the Impala pulled into a large scale building. Sammy glanced up through the windshield, his eyebrows scrunched.

"The Cat Scratch Club? Really Dean?" He turned to face Dean, a disapproving look on his face while Dean smiled relentlessly.

"Come on." He teased. "You know Sam, if you'd just-"

"I don't need to hear "the speech" again, I'm not a child anymore..." He groaned making Dean smile at himself. With only looks traded from one man to another, Sam sighed unpleased before opening the car door. Dean smiled wide, turning off the engine and practically leaping out of the vehicle.

Dean pushed the door open revealing the neon lights and bass pounding music. The room was decorated with several stages, there was a bar lining the front and back wall, on the right was a hallway gated by curtains, and to the left a couple of doors. Probably being the dressing room, and bathroom doors. Dean's smile only brightened as his eyes flashed from the surrounding lights. He turned to Sam.

"Go get us some drinks I'll pick a table." He nodded before walking off, allowing Dean to return his raining, alpha male status. He scanned the room profiling costumers and bouncers, reading their body language, searching for a women in need of some lovin'. He found a table just near left of the stage, bringing out his wallet. Sam rejoined him. "Thanks." He said swigging his beer, Sam leaned back in his chair, watching Dean's hands, quickly rolling his eyes. "You gotta know how to treat a lady Sam." Dean spoke slipping a few dollars into the bra strap of the closest dancer. Sam scoffed a laugh making Dean look up at him. "What?"

"Nothing..just wouldn't expect anything less of you, Dean." Sam shook his head while Dean threw him a goofy, "you know better" face, the shifting music made the boys snap out of their conversation...A Van Halen song started up through the speakers getting Dean's attention. A new dancers presence embraced the stage, pulling all eyes in the room on her. Her finger tips graced the length of the pole that lay center stage, dragging them gently around as she approached the front. Dean's eyes glistened with every inch of the dancer that his dashing green eyes caught. She stood in tall black heels, dressed in dark purple lingerie. The thigh high straps tight against her beautiful thick thighs.

"Jump back, what's that sound ?

Here she comes, full blast and top down."

Dean huffed a harsh breath. "Holy mother of-" and before he could finish the women in purple dropped to the floor, a crouched position with her legs spread wide open, her hands resting on her knees. She rose to her feet at the tune to the song, slowly with her hands trailing up her legs. She wrapped her hand around the pole just above her head, beginning to walk around yet stopping behind the pole with enough time to smack her hands on the pole on just the right beat.

"Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.

Model citizen zero discipline.

Don't you know she's coming home with me?"

Her sweet body swayed down the centered pole, keeping the pole between her hips. Sam glanced over to Dean, seeing him completely entranced by the dancers movements. Smiling slightly at the thought of DEAN being so attentive, instead of the other way around. His light eyes trailed up and down her body continually, eyebrows scrunched in a sexualized feature, his body totally frozen. Her leg wrapped around the pole and she swung herself around until she landed front and center. Unlatching the wrapped leg and sliding it out. Her newly free leg rose straight into the air, ever so elegantly.

"You'll lose her in the turn..

I'll get her!

I'll get her!"

Dean's mouth slipped open and a slow smile tugged at his lips.

She was back on her feet, swinging around that cold metal pole. Suddenly, her mouth dropped open and she was the only voice the room. Her arm raised over her head, her back against the pole,sliding down. She reached her knees letting them open, she shook her hands twisting them slightly in front of herself.

"Panama, Panama

Panama, Panama!"

"Dean," Sam's voice broke his in-attachable gaze, sending him an impressed, and unbelievable smile. Dean , unfazed looked back at Sam, his face frozen with cheer. He slowly returned his attention to the stage. She crawled, on all fours around the stage, she batted her eyes, hanging them low, pouting, putting a pleased expression on her face. Her soft pink lips seemed to be the thing Dean watched the most.

"Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine.

Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean."

She made her way from one corner to the next, her eyes landing on men, as the reached for her, placing money in her lingerie. She caught sight of Dean. He straightened in his chair as every muscle in his body stiffened, feeling her watch him.

"Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue,

Got an on-ramp comin' through my bedroom.

Don't you know she's coming home with me?

You'll lose her in the turn.

I'll get her!"

Their eye contact didn't break as she made her way over. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes trailed up and down his body. Dean felt his jeans tighten around his waist, making him sit upright, biting the inside of his cheek. She let her fingers hang onto the edge of the stage, lowering herself nearer to Dean, swaying her ass in the distance. His eyes trailed from her lips to her ass. She flipped onto her back in one swift motion, reattaching his attention to her front.

"Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight.

I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it.

Ah, you reach down, between my legs, ease the seat back.

She's blinding, I'm flying,"

She ran a hand through her long, red-tinted brunette hair, toying with the end of the strip she twirled around her fingers. Dean quickly slipped his biggest bill into her chest. Her legs raised slowly as her hand traced from her cheek bone down to her thong. Of course, on the beat, her legs parted into the most arousing spread eagle. She knocked the wind out of Dean as he couldn't help but "ooh" under his breath, still smiling. She slipped herself upright, her ass plump enough to drool over. Her back dimple piercings shining perfectly under the light of the stage. She turns back around crawling off stage setting herself into his lap. There was static in their eye contact, such an intense erotic tension that left nearly untouchable space between them. A finger ran down his chest clutching the rim of his jeans as he slipped another bill in through her thong.

"Right behind the rear-view mirror now.

Got the feeling, power steering,

Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now!"

And with that she was back on her feet, her ass catching both Sam and Dean's attention as she made her way around to other men, tossing their money her way.

"Panama, Panama

Panama, Panama!"

She moved onto the stage once more, dancing around the pole before spinning herself around it, looping her leg, slipping down with her back to the pole. Ending upside down with nothing but her leg holding her steady.

There were hoots and hollers but that's nothing unexpected. The girl flipped herself up right before walking off stage, back into the velveted curtains. Sam turned to Dean, amused at the sight of him so numb minded.

"Hello...earth to Dean?" Sam sat there for a minute before throwing a peanut from the bowl on the table at his head, causing him to flinch and snap into focus.

"What the hell Sam?"

"Dean clean yourself." He said smirking, nodding his head at Dean.

"That girl was-" he started, turning his attention back to the curtains. He whistled, more to himself before turning to Sam, taking another swig of his beer.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you'd fallen in love." Sam joked, watching a girl stride by him, his eyes unintentionally glued to her legs. That was Sam's ever loving thing about a girl, her legs. Dean scoffed causing Sam to turn back to him, blushing a light pink.

"Speak for yourself, kiddo." He grinned, looking around the club. Dean watched as the stage dancer crossed in front of him, making her way to a table at the front, sitting, talking to a man. They both stood, taking her hand and she walked him over too a booth on the right for a dance. Dean's eyes remained glued, watching the light cascade against her hip bones.

"Dean. Did you hear anything I just said?" Sam's voice broke his gaze, again.

"Hmm? Yeah totally. Something about something nerdy." Dean shooed him off, finishing his beer. "I'll be back." He said standing, sitting quickly to adjust himself under the table, before standing again, smiling at Sam and walking to the bar. Sam scoffed in annoyance and sipped his beer, a dancer catching his eye on the stage. "Hi, another beer please." He spoke to the bartender, he nodded grabbing a beer and handing it over the wood bar. "Thanks." He smiled raising it slightly in appreciation before turning around. His eyes wandered again, landing on the same dancer, that purple lingerie shimmered, along with the glitter against her skin. He smiled, widening his eyes before sipping his beer walking back to the table seeing Sam stand from his chair.

"We leaving? But I just got another beer."

"So take it with you Dean."

"...But I've got more one's." He pouted following Sam to the door, looking down at the floor.

"That was Cas." Sam spoke as they stepped out of the club.

"Cas called you?"

"No, Cas called YOU. You just were too focused on the strippers-" Dean stopped in his tracks putting his hands up in defense.

"Hey, dancers." He corrected, making Sam shake his head.

"Well you were distracted, and left your phone on the table."

"So what did he say?" Dean questioned, opening the door to the impala.