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It has officially been the longest, most arduous day since I became a part of ‘The Crew’, a partner with the Winchesters. Well, okay- That might have been true if I didn’t tell myself that very thing every single day. Research upon mountains of more research overflow onto my mahogany desk at the Men of Letters bunker. Leads from potential Djinn, Shapeshifters, Vampires, Wendigos, Werewolves, etc. I can almost swear there’s a full moon tonight, these monsters are popping up everywhere. I yawn deeply. Dim, fading light from my lantern flickers across the mess, an indication that it’s soon time to turn in for the night.

I hold on to one file in my mildly burnt hand; a result from spilling a small amount of accelerant on my hand while burning down a Vamp’s nest in a hasty stupor. The fire had subsequently spread to my skin until I could get something to smother the flames. My mind wanders, attention falling on a vase of Nightshades that sit on my desk. It has been a few months since the Winchesters saved my life; my neighbour had been turned into a vampire and she tried to kill me. A shiver runs down my spine while thinking about how Dean killed her- a sleek, sharpened machete that decapitated the head a knife through butter.

They were just going to leave me be, but I begged to go with them, wanting to pay it forward to the world. The shock and horror of realizing that these creatures exist did not outweigh my desire to protect innocent people. I knew how to fight due to being in MMA and I have a keen eye for detail. In addition to reading and understanding their father’s journal, all I needed was a little practice with weapons. After an hour of nagging, Dean finally caved and got Sam to agree too. Well, that may have partially been because my ‘nagging’ took form of putting Dean into a choke-hold and neither he or Sam could get him out of it. The Nightshades, my favourite flowers, were a gift from Sam as a commemoration of a new life, a new beginning.

Muscles hurting from the earlier hunt, my fingers massage into my back. Fuck Rugarus. They're mean, nasty little suckers... Rotted teeth, wormy skin, the works. They start out human, for all intents and purposes. At about age 30, they start changing; bones shift around, animal instincts kick in. But most of all, they're hungry. At first, for everything, but then for long pig. The hunger grows until they can't fight it- until they have the urge to take a big juicy chomp out of a human. They transform completely and fast. One bite is all it takes... And they're a monster forever.

I lazily swivel in my chair and eye the boys who have their heads buried in their laptops. I stretch back, letting my back and shoulders crack to release some tension. I really should get a nice hot back to decompress before going to sleep.

Dean’s expression catches my attention, his features would be considered severe, if it were not for the unruly strands of the brunette hair tumbling over his forehead, softening his expression. The lamp light almost seems attracted to him, caressing his cheekbones and brows like a lover. A tingling sense of awareness sweeps down my spine, causing tiny bumps to form on my skin. I’ve never really taken a good look at him like this before, he truly is gorgeous. It sort of makes sense now why so many heads turn his way when we’re out interviewing and interrogating people.

His gaze lifts to the desk where I sit and I swear that our eyes connect in a manner that extends behind coincidence. Air whooshes from my lungs and the entire room suddenly disappears from my mind. My heart thumps heavily. He’s staring at me. My legs feel strange and my pulse flutters as if I had spent the last hour practising combat techniques. Why am I reacting this way, it’s never happened before. Could it be side effects from all the leftover adrenaline from earlier?

His green eyes roam my face; the stare so potent that it feels like a caress along my scars, my cheeks, and then my lips. A shiver dances across my shoulders as his eyes lock with mine. Held. The air seems to be sucked from the very atmosphere and I flush as if I’d been sitting in the sun too long. I don’t know what I see… There’s no give in his expression, but it’s also not empty. There’s something unknown there in his eyes and the set of his mouth.

“Helllllllooooo, earth to Dean?!” Sam’s voice snaps his brother’s attention out of wherever his mind was. “Did you even hear a word I said?” He scoffs, crossing his arms and plopping back against his chair with a leg jittering up and down due to increasing impatience.

“O-oh um, yeah. Glowing eyes. You hacked the footage from a gas station. Blah-Blah-Blah. Sounds like we might be dealing with a Shapeshifter, Sammy.” Dean clears his throat and turns back to face his laptop. “Get a load of this! Municipal worker, Jack Davies, found several globs of, and I quote, ‘moist baggy flesh’, throughout the sewer tunnels.” His eyebrows and voice lilt at the description of the moulted skin.

The brother shudders intensely and rolls his eyes back as far as they can go. “Dean, Stop.”

“Stop what, Sammy? Saying the word ‘moist’?” Dean smirks mischievously, which earned him a light book being toss at his face. When the corner impacts the ridge of his temple, he playfully yells “Hey! I’m just reading the damn report.”

Sam presses his fingers into his eyes while standing abruptly. “For the love of- You know what, no. I am not indulging you right now.” He grabs a jacket that he laid on the rail going up the staircase. “Anyway, we can head into town in the morning. I’d say our best bet is to get some statements from the workers, then we can go to the gas station and get a feel for the cashier.”

I nod slowly, watching him zip up his jacket. “Where are you going, Moose?” Dean snorts under his breath.

It’s to the point that he doesn’t react to me using the pet name that Crowley gave him anymore. He just grunts and accepts it. “Picking up some drinks and snacks. You two want anything?” Sam slowly ascends the stairs waiting for our response.

Dean rubs his eyes tiredly “I’m good. Probably going to head to bed. Man, that case wiped me.”

Perking up, I clasp my hands together. “Mind grabbing me some apple pie? Pretty please?” I might be half asleep, but after how hard today was, a little treat wouldn’t go astray after getting cleaned up.

“Got it. Be back in 45! Need to drive a bit further into town to get to the 24/7 convenience store.” He mumbles, digging a hand into his pocket to pluck out the Impala keys. A long scrape of the door echos through the bunker as he exits.

“Sam!” Dean calls out, luring his brother to poke his head back in. “Bring my baby back safe, ya hear?” Dean points at his eyes, then over to Sam’s in a joking, yet oh-so-serious manner. With an exasperated groan he finally leaves. Soon thereafter, the beautiful purr of the engine roars in the distance before fading into nothing.

Dean sighs inwardly and jolts forward in his springy chair, planting his feet firmly on the floor. “I’m such an idiot.” I tilt my head inquisitively at his distraught mannerism. “I should have asked for pie. I want to sleep. But I want pie more.” The defeated, sad puppy expression pulls at my heart strings. This man cannot be denied pie. Never in a million years.

I scratch the back of my head timidly. “I’ll share with you.”

“Share?” His beautiful green eyes widen in sheer disbelief. “You’d share that deliciously divine and sacred piece of heaven? Isn’t there some kind of unspoken law against that?”

I laugh at his innocent and pure astonishment. “I wouldn’t share with just anyone, you know. You boys deserve the world.” It’s true and the warmth from that realization filled me with fuzziness. They were never thanked enough, never appreciated enough. So what’s a little pie sharing? “Anyway, I’m going to grab a bath to wash some of this Rugaru grime off. If Sam gets back before I’m out, feel free to help yourself to the pie.” Just as I go to stand, I limp forward slightly, trying to grasp at the table and miss. My knees hit off the hard concrete floor and I catch myself with my arms before my face plants into the ground.

“Are you okay?” Dean jumps up from his chair and rushes to my side.

A laborious breath escapes me as I push myself up to look at him. “I’m fine, just got a good elbow to the back when we confronted that monster earlier. Feels like I got some soft tissue damage, but nothing serious.” My voice is shaky, I guess the adrenaline is wearing off and my body is finally starting to feel the effects.

“May I?” He asks cautiously, pointing towards the hem of the back of my shirt. I hesitate, but nod after a moment. Cool air brushes against my skin as he hauls up the cotton material. His mouth immediately drops into a frown when he sees the state of the flesh. “Son of a bitch! That’s a lot more than some bruising, he got his claws in you too. We’re going to need to get that sanitized and cleaned... Does it hurt much?”

Dean wraps my arm around his shoulder to help me stand. “To be honest, I have pre-existing nerve damage, so pain isn’t quite the word to describe it. It’s more like a discomfort. I’ll be fine, promise.”

He hums pensively before scooping under my legs and bringing me close against the taut muscles of his chest. “Let me tend to your wounds and seal it like you did for me last time when I got attacked by a vamp. It’ll be best to get a shower after instead of a bath so the skin around the wound doesn’t get too soft.” The strain and worry in his words were almost too much to bear.

My gaze crept over his shoulder and a subtle excitement bubbled to life, warmth seeping into my veins. Dean rose with me cradled against him, easily carrying me to the bathroom- his strength was always a shock, one I’m unsure that I would ever get used to. Only the faintest evening light seeps through the window above the sink. He lays me on a bench next to the tub, then turns the knob on the lamp over the vanity. A golden glow stretches across the tiled flooring. I watch him place two thick towels and cloths on the stool next to the tub and shower stall, then he retrieves ointment and liquid bandage spray from the first aid kit.

He rolls the hem of my shirt up until it rests at the nape of my neck. “Mind holding this here?” The soft sweetness of his tone melts over me as I reach to keep it in place for him. “If it’s too painful, let me know right away, sweetheart.” The creases around his eyes deepen, preparing to apply the ointment. Much to my surprise, there’s a faint stinging, but practically no pain. My body relaxes into his touches when realizing there was no agony to follow. Dean carefully and meticulously cleans the wounds and then applies the waterproof liquid bandage. “There we go. As good as it’s going to get for today.” Two of his thumbs press against the blades of my shoulders. “Your muscles are very tense, would you like me to get the knots out?”

I roll my rotator cuffs, noticing the stiffness in them. “Hey, if you’re offering, I’m not going to turn it down a quick massage.”

My cheeks flush as his firm thumbs knead into muscle around my scapula and his fingers stretch to the front, just above my clavicle, and make circular motions. “Hmm. Sam recently picked up some vitamin B oil, said it’s good for healing and nerve damage. Probably would be beneficial if I use that for you.” He clears his throat before returning to the shelf and swapping out the medical kit for the oil.

“Leave it to Sam to know all the health guru shit.” We both chuckle as he takes a seat behind me on the bench again. Dean places a drop between his palms and coats his hands, then continues from where he left off. The shirt around my shoulders begin to dampen with the oil. “Is the shirt in the way?”

“It is slightly in the way. But you can’t roll it any further.” He agrees with a light hum.

My breath quickens and my heart stammers. Before I can even process what I’m doing, I wrap my fingers around the cotton and pull the shirt up over my head. “T-this will make it easier.” I gulp silently.

Dean doesn’t say a word as he takes them all out, knot by knot. The hot air of his breath against my neck tickles and completely undoes something inside of me. Once the knots are out of my shoulder blades, he begins to apply oil to the length of my arms.Faint tingling runs through my central and peripheral nervous systems, along with the hot sensation of his hands, causing an ever-so-soft moan to part from my lungs. The lower part of my abdomen tenses and burns to my core. Though Dean decided to massage more than my shoulders... I wouldn’tdare request him to stop. This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way; fully present, taken care of, and... Now I’m fucking aroused.

The green eyed devil leans closer to my back to begin applying oil to my clavicle and sternum. Heat from his body seeps into my soul, his staggered breathing fuelling my heart more than oxygenated blood itself. As his hands begin to move towards my breasts, urges bubble in my mind, willpower dissipating. My neck tilts backwards to nestle into his, lips finding purchase behind his ear before giving it a gentle nibble. “This is the best massage I’ve ever had, Dean.” The whisper came out, borderline seductive and pleading.

He groans delightedly when my teeth sink into his sensitive skin. It appears I’m making it difficult for him to stay in control of himself. One of his hands cup the back of my head to bring me in deeper as he gasps in pleasure. My tongue glides across the mark I left and up the side of his ear.

With an animalistic groan, Dean snatches my jaw into his hand and brings me into a fierce kiss. The kind that pulls at every corner of your soul. It drives him absolutely feral. He chucks off his shirt with an utter lack of self-consciousness that was fascinating and enviable. My core turns to lava as he moves me to straddle him on the bench. Both of our eager fingers work at the buttons on our pants.

Once we succeed, he’s shockingly fast, rolling me against his chest and standing, then pins me to the bathroom wallwith his torso. A hand curls around my waist, his fingers grazing my skin. Dean’s lips connect with mine again, the method teetering along a fine line of romantic skill and feral lust. His eyes remain open, as if he’s afraid I would disappear if he closes them. They are so dilated that only a thin strip of thegreen colour remains. A low growl rumbles out of him and goes straight through me. My heart almost stops. The nearly black eyes run the length of me hungrily. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I were seconds away from being his pie.

The hand that still caresses my skin grips the hem of my pants and lowers them to my knees. Hands gripping my hips, his mouth places kisses down my stomach until he reaches my pelvis, simultaneous as he descends to the ground. The curve of his chin rests on my sensitive flesh, tilting up so he can keep tabs on my face. His warm breath dances beneath me, causing a welcomed tension to clamp down in my chest and a coil to form even lower. Unexpectedly and crazily, an indecent throbbing thrums from within my thighs and my abdomen clenches tightly as his tongue slides between my folds. Another growl comes from him, this one different from the last; deeper and coarser, like a predator ready to pounce and satisfy an insatiable hunger.

The movement of his mouth attempts to soak banked flames inside me. Heart pounding, I tug at his arm that’s firmly attached to my hip while he digs into my delicious ache. Pulses of arousal course through my veins, dampness increasing between my legs. I shouldn’t be this taken by the Winchester brother, but it almost comes naturally. My entire body shudders to a point that I can barely breathe, let alone think. My synapses fire all at once, fingers spasming open and gripping a fist full of his hair. His tongue obliterates me, seeming to signal to him that I was ready for his fingers. The air left my lungs as he devoured the centre of me and penetrated me with his index and middle digits. He captures my flesh, delving into the hotness with firm determination. The strokes of his mouth feed him as if I were the sweetest nectar.

My head kicks back as I become wholly consumed, lost in the raw sensations of climax, screaming his name through the bath chamber. Hips moving of their own accord, I writhe roughly against his mouth. He holds me in place to lessen the assault of my thrusts, there was no escaping it, even if he wanted to. Everything inside me twists and turns as I shatter into a million pieces, rolling into a second orgasm on his tongue. The release resonates through my body in undulating waves. My back slams and arches against the stone when his teeth scrape my bundle of nerves. It was too much, too good.

His head lifts, leaving trembling legs in his wake. My eyes blink in a daze, what little air entered my lungs left again when I see how black his eyes have become. They are endless and heated. His glistening mouth shines with the lamp light as he stands. Eager lips search for mine again, the taste of my release transitioning from his tongue to mine. Through the fabric of Dean’s pants, a thick throbbing cock presses against my lower stomach while he pulls me closer, a longing desire adorned on his very soul.

A muscle flexes in Dean’s jaw and, for a split second, it almost looks like he needs reassurance. I press closer to him, exciting a gaze of incredulity. His lush lashes lower, taking one step forward and placing a knee between my legs while his arms pin both sides of my head. Chest rising and falling sharply, he leans in to my ear. “I need you to tell me, are you okay? Any pain at all, Sweetheart?”

Sweetheart... The term of endearment he bestowed upon me; somehow it still makes my insides stir. Swallowing hard, I bite my lower lip. “No pain, unless you count the ache of need that I have for you right now.”

The darkness of remaining hunger etches deeply into his features. His voice was rougher, barely recognizable as he speaks against my skin. “Good, because I won’t be holding back or stopping until I undo what you’ve done to me.” My heart skips a beat, a tendril of excitement curling itself around the forbidden, wicked swell of anticipation within me. His cool fingertips trace down the right side of my neck, down my side, and to my thigh. The scent of him protrudes and threatens to suffocate me as much as his desire that settles in my stomach as a gnawing ache that seems bottomless.

His body vibrates with need, cheek grazing against mine. Then, he struck. With fiery passion and lust, he steals my breath with one of the most intimate kisses I’ve ever bore witness to. My body threatens to move back. Dean’s teeth tug against my bottom lip and I feel that staggering pull in every part of my body, overtaking me. Moments later, he steps out of his pants, sliding his thick cock against my folds to wet himself. When he prods at my entrance, it becomes utterly intoxicating. So much so that nothing exists in the world except for how our bodies are intertwined. Thrusting in deep, the long draws of my moans leave me and fill him. His hand that grips my thigh pulls my leg up to wrap around him while the other rests against the small of my back. My hands rise to rest against his chest, allowing me to feel his muscles bunching under my palms while he melodically pushes in to me. My pulse grew, heating my blood and my skin.

My body jerks with a flood of longing, each breath seeming too shallow as a razor sharp type of pleasure that leaves its own version of scars courses through me. Dean presses forward with unexpected force, his hips grinding into my tightening wetness through ferocious kisses.

Oh god, the feeling him against me, inside of me, and consuming me is driving me mad. A dull roaring noise blares in my ears and I was suddenly drowning in a torrent of sensations that came at me in endless waves. My swollen lips detach from Dean’s, head flying back to rest against the bathroom wall. His trembling hands move along the length of my spasming thigh, lifting me higher to the point that he can go even deeper, driving the hardest parts of him, into the softest parts of me.

I have become the fire inside my blood, something utterly daring and shameless; Dean is the air that feeds it. His hips sink faster into mine and my body answers without conscious thought, churning against him, as he stokes my flames. The tension coils and drives me precariously close to the edge.

One of his hands lace into my hair while an arm wraps around my waist. He takes me into his embrace while still thrusting and brings me back to the bench laying me against the oddly warm surface. My legs get pinned back to give him more control over the motion and he rails into me until I see stars. I come undone again and again around his length, his name flowing from my tongue as if it’s a prayer.

Nearing his own climax, he pulls me into a sitting position and slides his cock into my mouth. I lean forward to bury him to the hilt, making my throat contract around his throbbing release. He trembles and groans against me. The salty, yet sweet, seed trickles down my esophagus and I make sure to swallow every ounce. After he softens and removes himself, I stand to kiss him once more, allowing him taste himself the way he did it to me.

His eyes close to draw in a ragged breath. “[Insert your name]” The way he says my name with such depravity sends shivers down my spine. When they open again, his eyes are nearly luminous. Focused. Gorgeous. It’s almost as if he wishes to say something, but the words are lost in an ensuing silence.

We stay there like that for a few moments, letting everything sink in.

He smiles softly before he moves. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he walks into the sunken shower stall and begins fiddling with the faucets on the wall. Water spills out of the multiple pipes overhead, resulting in a heavy shower. I was mesmerized by him; by the dusting of hair on his calves, the breadth of his shoulders and chest, and the lean coiled muscles of his stomach. His body is proof of a day barely spent idle. He enthralls me, everything from the delineated lines of his chest, the wickedness of the length of him, to the life he lived that played out across his skin in a smattering of pale scars. His body is... God... A masterpiece of perfection and flaws. Not one scar detracts from the raw beauty of him.

“When you look at me like that, every good intention that I have of letting you enjoy this shower disappears with each passing second.” He murmurs, water cascading over his shoulders as he crosses into the shower.

Heat flushes my veins again. My gaze dips below the tight muscles of his abdomen, lower than his navel. He hardens under my voyeurism, the skin there a deeper hue. A curling motion was sharp and sudden in the pit of my stomach and in between my thighs. His chest rises sharply “I think you’re interested in those inappropriate intentions, sweetheart.” He muses.

“And what if I am?”

His green eyes brighten, making my pulse a heady thrum. “If you let me back in right now, I doubt that I could control myself.” He steps in front of my and dips his head, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’d have you pinned against that wall again, my cock and teeth so deep inside you that neither of us would know where one of us began and where the other ended.”

An intense aching shiver washes through me in tight waves. His head tilts and my entire body jerks at the touch of his teeth against the side of my neck. The tantalizing ache between my legs throbs. I gasp as his tongue caresses where his teeth teased, my eyes drift shut.

I gulp, finding it difficult to breathe while my heart hammers in my chest. I find myself shamefully wanting him to lose control. Dean’s hand follows the curve of my shoulder, over the swell of my breasts. The touch is feather light, but my back arches. His lips pass over my cheek as his thumb moves in maddening circles over my sensitive nipple.

“My mouth would be all over you. I’d drink from your dripping cunt as it squirts for me.” He breathes against my ear as he folds a hand over my breast, kneading the flesh. I gasp as I feel his other hand slip between my thighs. He makes that rough, needy sound again, skimming a finger through the dampness of my centre, stoking the fire already flaming to life in my blood. Dean kisses me, then backs way, leaving me yearning for more. “Get in the shower.”

The level of disappointment I felt when he separated from my ache was quite embarrassing. Especially when he turns away and the hard length of him brushes my thigh. Another want and pulse echos through me as he leads me into the stall. He steps into the shower and turns to me, water wetting his hair and coursing over his shoulders. Droplets sprinkle my outstretched arms. His heated gaze was so intense it was like a physical caress sweeping over me.

“You’re beautiful” His voice was like a balmy summer night and he pulls me towards him.

Before I can respond, water falls over me and I hum at the sensation of the spraying pattern over my skin. Closing my eyes, I tip my head, letting it saturate me like a heated rain shower. When they open again, Dean is smiling at me; a real, genuine smile with both dimples on display. He grabs one of the bottles from the shelf near the faucets and empties a clear liquid onto his hand that smells of Teak Wood.

He begins to lather himself, then slides behind me, more of that enticingly scented soap in hand. “Close your eyes.” He orders and I comply easily. His fingers massage into my scalp as he works the soap into a foaming coat.

“I could get used to this.” I murmur, feeling the heat of his hard-on against my back.

He hums, pulling my hair back to rinse it under the water. Then he grabs a sponge and lathers my arms, back, stomach, and ass. Dean is careful with the bruises and cuts, the tenderness tugging at my heart. The sponge is replaced by his calloused, soapy palms allowing my mind to wander to purely sinful places. I think about what he said he’d do with his mouth, teeth, and cock.

His hands glide over my breasts, causing my head to fall back against his chest as they linger there. I bite down on my lip as his fingers coast down over my belly. My skin tightens as the pleasure coils low. His fingers on the hardened peaks of my nipples ring a gasp from me as the other hand dips below my navel. My body reacts without thought, widening the space between my thighs.

“Enjoying your shower, sweetheart?” His voice was thick like smoke, knowing exactly how much I’m enjoying it. And the knowledge that he can sense my rekindled arousal inflames me instead of embarrassing me.

He slips between my thighs again, swirling his thumb across the bundle of nerves there. Rising to the tips of my toes, the ache twists and turns deeply as my lips part wider for a long moan. Dean kisses my shoulder, eyes turning into pools of warm jade. His arm reaches around my waist and he lifts me to sit me down on the bench. The Winchester kneels in front of me, water clinging to his lashes as he curls a hand around one of my ankles. A grin creeps across his face as he lifts my leg to drape it over his shoulder. My breath snags while holding his darkening gaze.

This position, oh god. A shaky exhale leaves me as his mouth inches towards my very centre. Teeth flash between his parted lips and everything inside of me churns deliciously. My palms flatten against the smooth bench while his hands slide up my calves, then I hold my breath when his fingers reach the crease between my hip and thigh. He drags along the inside of my leg, knuckles brushing my most sensitive areas. The air bursts out of my lungs when a sensually cruel smirk upturns on his face, sending a painful tension and anticipation through my body.

A heavy mist from the hot water mingles with my sweat and dampens my skin while he strokes at my core, the width of his shoulders widening my legs. My heart stutters and my eyes slightly narrow, a wave of taut shivers cascading through me. He kisses the space above my clit with playful intent. I look down and watch him toying with me, his wet hair teasing my skin. His lips move to kiss a scar along my calf, then one on my thigh. When I groan with need, he lifts to the drenched flesh between my slit.
I jolt at the intense sensitivity as his head bows to go in deeper. The slide of his tongue drags a throaty moan from me, which increases when it begins to circle and canvass the space between the hole and my clit. I tremble at the dizzying shock of pleasure that almost numbs my senses.

His tongue goes deep and slow, wonderfully indecent. My hips tilt up to match his strokes. It’s so good that- God, I’ll never be able to shower without thinking about this again. I spasm as his fingers replace his tongue inside of me to begin pumping. His tongue, instead, commits to sucking at the swollen flesh around my engorged trigger. My body has become an inferno. “Dean...” I gasp, teetering closer to the precipice of a blissful explosion.

I can feel him smile into my cunt. “Hold on to the bench.”. I grip at the board with shaky hands. “Good girl.” He mewls with a breath that’s hot against me, just before the erotic graze of his teeth. I cry out as the sharp, brief sting sends a shock wave through my entire body. A knotted whirl of burning pleasure shoots down my legs and up my spine, making my eyes open in surprise. I swear that I can see bursts of white light when his mouth closes over my throbbing clit and his fingers thrust inside me wildly. He sucks hard, coaxing not only my arousal, but the orgasm that was threatening to ensue. My entire body rears off the bench, grip slipping against the board.

He places a hand on my stomach, pressing me back down to the seat. His fingers continue to pump into me as he feasts on my squirting climax. He consumes me until I am completely lost- willingly lost- in the raw sensations that flood me, devoured by the groan he unleashes against my flesh. I squirm against him in senseless desperation. The pleasure bordered on pain that was wrapped in a primal prohibited beauty.

It was exhilarating as the intense heat coils deeper and tighter inside me. I moan hoarsely, leaning forward and gaining leverage with one of my legs. My hips continue to roll against his fingers, against his mouth. The muscles in his upper arm flex wildly while fingers make jerky, skilful movements. His gaze locks with mine so he can watch as I fall. I come apart, screaming his name, shattering over and over again until I’m nothing but a puddle of pleasure wrapped shards. The release is devastating and glorious in its intensity, leaving me nearly boneless against the tile. When he eases his fingers out of me, tiny residual pumps of my climatic fluids spurt out.

“That’s my girl.” Dean sits next to me, chuckling and panting. The praise causes my heart to swell. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this...”

I lay my head on his shoulder and look up at him. “How long?”

A smirk tugs at his lips. “Since you took out that vampire nest with explosive fire. You’re a freakin’ badass.”

“Two whole months? Dean you should have said something!”

He huffs “I thought you saw me as a brother, I didn’t want to make it awkward or ruin our friendship.”

I trace a finger along his chest. “Well, I’m glad this happened and hope there’s more to come.” I sit up right. “Hold on, how long have we been in here?”

The both us us look to the window to see that it’s completely dark out now. Shit. We both scramble to get dressed, hoping Sam hasn’t returned yet.

I open the door and look down. Two casings of rich apple pie sit at bottom of the door with packets of plastic forks laid across the top. Sam was sweet enough to get two pieces of pie and... he definitely heard us.

“We are so going to get teased and disowned tomorrow, you know that right?” Dean scratches the back of his head apologetically.

I smirk mischievously. “He’ll live. And I wouldn’t have it any other way... Sweetheart.”

"C'mon. We have a case to get to in the morning... I'm not done with you yet though." He teases, swooping me into his arms once more and heads down the hallway towards his room. The pie is left on the floor by the bathroom, an indication that he has chosen to occupy his time with my company instead of the pastry. "How do you feel about coffee and pie for breakfast?"

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