#irisrambles

“What the hell, (y/n)?!”

The sentence you were used to hearing every other time you were on a hunt with the Winchesters. You had been a hunter for almost as much time as them and would work together often but never had it been this frustrating. First few times, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t good to have back up and the boys were good company. But after that the older Winchester just wouldn’t stop getting in your way and it always ended with him saying this.

“What’s your problem, Dean!” you yelled back at him as you threw your bag on one of the twin beds in the small motel room. You turned back to face him standing in the doorway with a bag of his own and a very ‘not impressed’ expression on his face. Sam was already gone to ‘catch up on some lore in the library’ aka stay away from you and Dean’s fight.

“What’s my problem?” he raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “My problem is that you won’t stop jumping in before monsters, in this case, a freaking werewolf!”

A wry laugh left your mouth as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Dean, I’m a hunter for god’s sake. That’s literally my job!”

“Oh no. Your job is to take care of the monster without getting yourself killed!” The bag in Dean’s hand landed on the floor with thud as he raked his hands through his hair frustratingly.

You scoffed at him as your hands dropped to your sides. You turned to your duffle on the bed and slowly bent over to it and started gathering your stuff into it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you heard him say but you didn’t stop lifting your stuff from the bed and placing them in your bag.

“What does it look like.” You answered in almost monotone without batting an eye towards him.

“If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.” He answered and for a moment your hands stopped. There was anger boiling up in you, that you were keeping in check but his tone was really not helping. You bit on your lip a little too hard before you finally stood back straight to face him, “What do you care—”

You hadn’t realised how close he’d come while you weren’t paying attention but now that you did, he didn’t allow you to complete your sentence before his lips attacked yours. Your mind couldn’t process what was happening for a second but as soon as it did, you found yourself not being able to pull back. Instead, you kissed him back, harder, to his shock. His hands found the back of your head, gently tugging at your hair as he pushed your body with his until your back hit the cold wall. You snaked your hand to the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as it grew hungrier.  Dean traps you between his body and wall as his hand slips up your shirt and roughly squeezes your breast, pulling down the fabric of your bra as he pinches and turns a nipple.

You let out an angry groan, reaching down and cupping him through his jeans, stroking him to find him already rock solid.

“Fuck (y/n), I’m gonna come right now if you don’t stop.”

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” you smirk at him. He pinches your nipple harder. The pain causes you to shriek in mixture of pain and pleasure. He had you pissed off and turned on at the same damn time.

Soon your shirt is ripped into shreds and bra long gone as Dean dips down and sucks one into his mouth flicking it with his tongue while cupping the other one. You lean into him, a moan escaping your lips, when he starts working on your jeans, getting rid of them and your panties together in one motion. He hurriedly frees himself too while you leave open mouth kisses down his neck.

He gets rid of his jeans and suddenly hoists you up against the wall and wraps your legs around his waist for support. A small yelp escapes your mouth before your mouth is again attacked my Dean’s and his length brushes up your entrance. He takes his head back just a little, and looks into your eyes and when you give him that silent consent he craved, he enters you completely. One of his hands found its place on your lower back while the other snaked its path down to your clit and started rubbing it making you lose your balance. His lips kissed the side of your neck as he started increasing the pace of his thrusts, literally fucking the anger out of you while you help him by his shoulders like your life depended on it. He had you in a mess, waiting for a release and soon he gave it to you. He let you ride it out as he came right after you. He let your legs fall back to the floor and you would’ve collapsed right there if it wasn’t for Dean holding you.

It took a minute for the both of you to come back to your senses before something unexpected happen. He kissed you. Not a hungry needy kiss, but a gentle and soft kiss. The one that makes promises, the one you give someone you don’t hate, the one you want to keep on repeating because you can’t get enough. And more importantly, the one you can’t return. Not because you don’t want to, but because you can’t. You’re not allowed to, living the life you live. He knows it and you know it. So you looked at each other for the last time, with what ifs and maybes before you dressed back up and picked up your bag and left.