#markofcain

Since your best friend carries the Mark of Cain he is barely his old self. Today is to be a better day. Dean seems to relax and enjoy himself.

“The pizza really is delicious!” You moan.

“Not that bad,” Sam says.

“Another beer, Dean?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure.”

Handling Dean a beer you smile at him. He really needs this. Spending some time with his brother and his best friend.

“I’ll take another piece too,” you say.

“If I were you I wouldn’t eat another piece,” Dean grunts and you wonder.

“Why? As you want the last piece, you greedy little pizza destroyer?” You ask laughing.

“You know that’s the reason you’re still a virgin. Stuffing all the food into your mouth has its consequences. You wouldn’t be so fat if you ate healthy like Sammy,” Dean spats and you turn crimson.

How can he say this in front of Sam? You told him your secret as he’s your best friend. How can he say something so embarrassing and hurtful to you?

Tossing your half-eaten piece of pizza into the carton you run out of the kitchen. Holding back the tears you try to make your way to your room.

Slipping on the floor you fall onto your ass. Just sitting on the floor in the library you move your arms around your legs to stop the trembling.

Letting the tears fall you can’t believe he said something like that to you. The tears won’t stop falling. Your eyes are already red and puffy but you can’t stop crying. When someone else calls you fat or give you a disapproving look you don’t care. But this time it was Dean, your best friend, the man you love.

Sobbing you decide to leave the bunker. Dean is obviously not your friend. Today he showed you what he really thinks about you. You’re only the fat chick to him.

After Sam yelled at Dean in the kitchen he silently walks into the library. Stopping in his tracks he sees you sitting on the floor, crying. He only saw you crying three times before. When Dean died and went to hell before he jumped into the pit and the day you lost Bobby.

You’re always strong. You never cry…you don’t care what other people say about you. But Dean’s opinion is important to you and this is why you’re crying.

“Sam? What?”

“Great job Dean! How could you do this to her? Not even I knew that she’s still…Look at her! Y/N never cries. Congratulations, you hurt her feelings.” Sam whispers. “I’m going to talk to her.”

"Let me, Sammy. I hurt her.”

“Fine. If you hurt her again I’ll kick your ass.”

Getting closer to you Dean looks down at your sobbing form. He never saw you so hurt before. Sam is right, you never cry.

Not knowing what to do he sits down next to you. Trying to move an arm around you Dean freezes when you rob away from him.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” Dean tries.

“Why? You’re right. I’m fat and ugly. I’m a virgin as no one ever wanted me. Don’t worry. I’ll leave the bunker so you don’t have to bear to see me ever again,” you whisper.

“You can’t leave. We are friends…I need you.”

“You’re not my friend. How could you tell Sam that I'm…I trusted you.”

“Y/N, please. Sometimes the Mark makes me say or do things I don’t want to do.”

“No. It only strengthens the darkness inside of you. Means you mean what you said to me. It’s okay. I know that I’m not pretty, not to someone like you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Dean, I’m not blind. I see the girls you hook up with. They are all skinny, pretty and experienced. Just drop it. I finally know what you really think about me. Nothing I haven’t heard before. It’s always the same. I like someone and think he’s different only to realize he’s the same as other guys.”

“You like me?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going to leave. I finally found a reason to go. To stop the hurting.”

“Hurting?”

“Seeing you with all the pretty girls, knowing I will never be one of them as I’m not pretty. That hurts so I better leave. You don’t need to pretend any longer that you like me or my company.”

“Hey, look at me,” Dean says and you look up at him. Tears are spilling from your eyes so you can’t see the adoration in his eyes.

“I should start packing my stuff.”

“You won’t leave me…I like you, okay. I want you for a while.”

“Sure, that’s the reason you said those things to me. No one wants me. No man ever wanted to be with me. It has always been the same during high-school, college, even in a bar, Dean. It’s fine I don’t need this kind of attention. Tell Sam you tried. I know he told you to cheer me up.”

“This had nothing to do with cheering you up! You don’t believe me?”

“No, of course not. You rather bang the whole bar than spending time with me. Don’t act like you like me. You showed your true face tonight. I don’t need this…your lies.”

Getting up you want to storm out of the library but Dean is faster. Carefully pushing you against the wall the tilts his head to brush his lips over yours.

Not knowing what’s happening you just stand there, frozen to the spot while Dean crushes his lips onto yours. His hands cup your face gently while his tongue is more demanding. Invading your mouth he can taste the pizza mixed with the strawberries you ate before.

A low groan leaves his lips when he starts moving his hands under your shirt. You didn’t bother with a bra and he has full access to your breasts.

“Fuck, awesome boobs…so much to touch.” He rasps before pulling your shirt over his head to dive in.

“Dean?”

“Look at those perfect breasts,” he mutters. His hands are busy kneading the soft flesh while he alternatively sucks at your nipples.

“I…Sam could see us,” you scold.

“You’re right…those are mine. You are mine. I’m sorry for what I said…I want you. Let me show you I want you.”

“Okay…”

Humming Dean grabs your hand to lead you to his bedroom. Slamming the door behind you shut he locks it. A cocky grin on his face he stalks toward you.

Almost stripping your clothes off with his eyes he grabs the hem of your shirt to remove it. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants you slide them down.

Your shoes fly into all directions while Dean is busy roaming your body with his eyes. Groaning and cursing he starts kneading your breasts again.

“Baby you’re fucking sexy. Look at those curves. God, I need to feel those thighs wrapped around me.”

“Are you sure, Dean?”

“Yeah. Are you sure…I mean we don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Good…then you are mine. Lay down…I wanna taste you.” Dean whispers and you turn crimson. Does he want to go down there?

Lying down onto his memory foam mattress you stare up at the green-eyed hunter. Licking his lips he hums in satisfaction. Before you can blink his clothes are gone…all of his clothes.

Your cheeks flush pink at the sight of his already half hard cock. Seeing your flushed face he gives you an assuring smile.

“All yours Baby, all yours.”

“I…my only boyfriend…we didn’t go so far. He found someone better.”

“You never saw a cock? I mean outside of porn or books.”

Shaking your head you turn crimson. This is so embarrassing for you.

“That’s awesome. So mine is your first in any possible way….god…now I want you even more.”

“Huh?”

“Well, I’m possessive. Knowing you’re only mine makes me even harder. Now let me taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

Before you can react Dean is already spreading your legs open with his strong hands. A mischief grin on his face he darts his tongue out to touch your clit.

The first noise you make for him is music in his ears. Sliding his tongue through your folds he keeps your legs open with his hands.

Moaning you buck your hips and Dean needs all his strength to hold you down. Your hands fist the sheets while the gorgeous hunter eats you out as his life depends on it. When he finally wraps his plump lips around the soft flesh of your clit you lose it.

Screaming you release the sheets to tug at Dean’s hair and an approving growl leaves his lips.

“Baby I’m not nearly done with you,” he rasps diving back in. This time he starts pushing two fingers into your tight entrance. His tongue seems to be everywhere at once. Curling his long digits he brushes over the secret spot inside of you.

Squirming under his touch you watch him. Concentrated he licks through your folds. His eyes are closed when he finds the treasure. He can feel your walls squeezing his fingers so he picks up the pace. Using his thumb now he strokes your clit while fucking you roughly with his fingers.

“Dean…I…gonna cum.” You scream reaching the second high of the night.

Starting to scissor you open Dean watches your reaction. Your eyes are closed, your chest is heaving up and down while you make almost obscene noises.

“Do you feel good?” He asks worriedly.

“More than good, I think I never felt so good before.”

“I will make you feel much better now,” Dean whispers removing his fingers.

Crawling up your body Dean kisses your softly. Propped on his left elbow he watches you while he guides his hard cock to your entrance. Feeling the tip sliding into you a small gasp escapes your lips.

Changing positions he slowly pushes further in. A few moments later he can finally bottom out. Fully sheeted he looks down at you in his arms.

Before starting to move he kisses you again. Smiling against his lips you move your legs around his waist, just like he said before.

“Perfect,” he whispers and then he starts moving. Rocking into you he reaches all the right places. His member brushes over your sweet spot and you move your hands over his arms until you reach his shoulders.

Meeting his thrusts you moan when a warm feeling starts building up into your belly. Dean knows you’re close, just like him. Pumping his cock faster into you he can see the pure bliss onto his face.

Your nails bite into his shoulders to release some pressure. Dean doesn’t seem to care. His hips start to stutter and you can feel his dick twitch. Right, when you scream his name he empties himself into your pussy.

His lips find yours once again before he gently pulls out of you. Not knowing what that means now you panic a little but only until you see Dean’s face.

“Rest on my chest, I’m not done with you.”

“You want to do this again?”

“I have to make it up to you for the rest of my life. I swear I never wanted to hurt you, break your heart. Sometimes I can’t control myself.”

“I know, Dean.”

“So I can call you my girlfriend now?”

“If you want to.”

“Good. I’m hungry again…do you want a piece of pizza too? I mean we worked up some appetite.”

“You owe me more than one piece, Winchester!”

“Alright. You get two, Baby. Wait here…I’m not done with you…”

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