Calamuse

Untimely-SN-Electricgurl

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 04:42:01 GMT

Untimely
Summary: Dean makes a realization, Sam is too late. AU. Character Death
Rated: R
Categories: Dean Centric Characters: Dean, Other Canon, Sam
Genre: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Angst, Drama, Tragedy
Length: 1000-2500 words
Pairings: None
Type: Ficlet
Warnings: Abuse, Character Death, Dark, Graphic Violence, Self Mutilation, Violence
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 1110
Published: Jan 02, 2008

Unsmiling Dean looked around the painfully dull room. The only thing that seemed to catch his attendance was the mirror which stared back at him from across the room. His capture’s sick personal joke. He growled as he pulled at his restraints again, testing the strength they held.

An animalistic noise flowed from his throat as he turned to the partly opened door. Outside it, lay freedom, yet here he was stranded a mere ten feet from his worldly goal. He perked up when he heard the on rush of feet. He tipped his beaten face to the door.

“Sammy, what took -“ he stopped himself when he failed to see his little brother in the doorway instead he sees his unwanted clone. Jacob it called himself. His eyes narrowed.

“GET OUT OF MY SKIN!” Dean screamed. The man across from him chuckled.

“He didn’t even noticed the change.”

“Liar!” He cursed Jacob just grinned and rolled his neck looking over at the tied man.

“Believe me or not, it doesn’t change the truth,” Jacob/Dean leaned in closer caressing Dean’s cheek. The restrained male pulled away.

“Leave me alone, Sam will come for me. You are lying,” he hissed glaring at the shape shifter.

“Still only fourteen?” Jacob sat cross legged in front of him.

“They didn’t know then, and Sam won’t know now!” Dean scowled at him.

“Stop,”he commanded.

“You were so young and navié then. You thought you would show daddy what a great job you could do with the big bads-“

“STOP IT!” Dean interrupted him.

“They didn’t even notice you were gone until they found you almost dead in that cave.”

“Please, please stop,” the weaken Dean pleaded.

Jacob/Dean smirked, “it’s like that now,” he paused, “only this time they won’t find you in time.”

Dean’s body shivered and he turned his head away. The shape shifter calmly grabbed his head and turned it so their eyes would meet. Dean wondered if his eyes were so haunted and threatening.

“Think about it...no food...no water...how long could you live in that in a little cell like this one” He stood up letting the man’s head fall.

“Sam,” he whispered as tears broke over him, “I’m sorry.”

Jacob/Dean grinned, slipping a key out of his pocket he unfastened the chains holding Dean to a wall.

“Good-bye dean Winchester.” Turning he exited the door slamming it shut, the lock sliding into place.

Dean dropped onto his side looking across the room once again at the mirror, this time it had an entirely new meaning.

Sam grunted as his body slammed into his brothers doppelganger.

“Where is he!” He screamed into the familiar face.

“Safe from the world,” was the thing replied.

“Sam shouted his frustration as he whipped a knife free placing it over the shifters heart.

“What did you do to him?” Sam asked again pushing the knife against the clothes.

“I WILL KILL YOU!” he warned, a glimpse of fear flashed across his face.

“Down town the old manager’s house in the middle of the courtyard.” he screamed, Sam smirked removing the blade.

“Thanks.” He replied patting him on the head he pushed himself to his feet. A look of relief passed over the shifters face, which was quickly replaced as Sam pulled a gun and pointed it at his chest.

“BUT—“

“Good-bye.” Sam stated as he levelled the gun. He took a breath and fired. “No one hurts my family.”

Deans tears had finally stopped falling and were beginning to dry. His eyes drifted close. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed himself up.

Hissing in pain as his muscles protested the use after a long time of enactment. He stumbled to his feet then staggered over to the mirror.

He looked at his crippled reflection, blood covered his face from a number of small cuts. His face was puffy from crying. He sighed then stiffened, no thing would be the death of him.

Glancing once more at the mirror he brought his fist back and smashed into it. Shattering the mirror he smirked.

Dropping to his knees he hissed as the shattered mirror chips cut into his legs. He searched for a moment then found the largest piece. He pulled it up and collapsed onto his back.

His legs slowly inching out from under him. He opened his eyes looking at the cracked ceiling.

Everything large in his life had a ceiling in it.

He bit hip lip, his eyes closing again, deep in concentration as he brother the sharp shatter to his right wrist.

Propping himself up on his elbows he opened his eyes glancing down he stilled his body. Taking one finally deep calming breath he licked his lips and began to pull the shard into his vein. Trailing the deep blue line he sliced a neat cut. Taking quick hired breaths he removed the instrument and looked at it.

Covered in his own blood he found it fascinating. His head jerked up as he once again heard foot steps coming closer.

Thinking only about protecting Sam he lay down and flipped the shard in his left hand and touched it to the back of his wrist.

A deep breath then a quick sudden cut and then release. Blood from his right on the cold ground around him, he nodded. He was know disconnected himself from Jacob. Their physical connection disappearing. Letting Sam see Jacob as the impostor he was.

Sam raced down the hall way, gasping for breath. Trying every door he found he was beginning to get desperate to find him. Opening and clothing each door he came to one that failed to open.

“DEAN! Is that you?” he asked pounding on the door, hearing no response he growled in frustration.

“Hang on Dean!” Sam spoke to the door as he dropped to his knees and pulled a set of money hot picks that he had taken from Dean’s bag at the motel. He made a quick lesson of the door and pushed it open. Gasping at the sight before him.

“Dad, you may not care or give a damn but I just buried Dean.” Sam bit his lip looking at the gravestone.

Dean Winchester

Loving and Protective Brother

February 7,1972-October 19,2005

“He died because you went there for us.” Sam felt a hot tear fall down his cheek. “When I started this hunt I need you more then ever, but I am telling you now. If I find you I will kill you.” Sam hung up and looked over to the car. Pursing his lips he nodded placing a rock on top of Deans grave he walked off.

The-End

The Natural Order Of Things-SN-Electrigurl

Wed, 26 Nov 2008 20:57:49 GMT

The Natural Order Of Things
Summary: It wraps around my senses like a smouldering flame wraps around a candle wick.
Rated: PG
Categories: Dean Centric Characters: Dean, OFC, Sam
Genre: General, Humour
Length: 1000-2500 words
Pairings: Dean/Other
Type: Drabble
Warnings: None
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 459
Published: Jan 02, 2008

Dean smiled as he walked over to the table and waved to the waitress.

“Two coffees and two morning specials,” he told her as he rearranged the table cloth. She smiled at him.

“Is that everything?” she asked as she let her eyes glide over first him then his younger brother.

He gave her a grim smile. “Yeah, can you make that order to go?”

She frowned, nodding. “I’ll just got get you some coffee for the wait.”

“Why are you being so mean?” Sam asked.

“I’ve been up for forty-eight hours straight driving. You can be the nice one today, okay?” he said, leaning back onto the seat. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

“Dean, I know that you haven’t slept a lot but you don’t have to be a jerk because the lack of caffeine in your system.”

“This has nothing to do with coffee,” Dean declared as he sat there hugging his empty cup. Sam raised his eyebrow.

“Dean?”

“What, Sam?”

“Let go of the cup.” Sam laughed as his brother looked down.

“That proves nothing,” he stated.

“Describe coffee for me, Dean.”

Dean’s face eased as he looked down at the coffee mug.

The waitress whistled as she walked back over to the table with the two males sitting at it. She paused as she heard the older of the two describing something in great detail. She leaned against the wall and listened.

“What can I say about the precious gem?” Dean pondered. He looked up and around the dinner room. “I think it’s so alluring, so warm and inviting. It wraps around my senses like a smouldering flame wraps around a candle wick,” he grinned, lost in thought.

“Dean?” Sam asked, worried.

“Oh, it slowly heats me up from within until I can’t stand it any more… then I have to just have one more small taste. It’s like the experience of a great first kiss. Exotic, new, and refreshing.”

“Dean, I think we should talk.”

Dean looked at him with a smile. “It can be like your next breath. Something you need to keep going. Something soothing. The liquid heat that courses through your soul.”

The waitress walked back in. Sam shook his head as Dean continued to ramble on about his true love. She batted her eyes at Dean. Sam poked her shoulder as Dean spun in his chair and smelled the arousing smell that she carried with her.

“It’s not you that he wants, it’s the coffee.” The waitress' face fell in disappointment and Dean saw it.

“Sorry honey, but no one can come between me and my true love. Now, can you hook us you with some breakfast so we can skip out of this backwater town?”

The End.

Unspoken Words-SN-Electricgurl

Sat, 31 May 2008 01:15:02 GMT

Title: Unspoken Words
Author: electricgurl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of supernatural, as much as I dream I do.
Paring: Dean/Elle
Timeline: Takes place in 2.22(AHBL)
Summary: Dean and Ellen's last hours together. AU

Dean was once again watching her from across the table; they were all busy, or at least supposed to be busy looking into how to stop Jake and Yellow eyes, but instead he wouldn't take his eyes off her. She had gone through life with only ever seeing the look that was clearly in his eyes twice. The first time was with her late husband, God rest his soul, and the second was now with Dean Winchester, the son of the man who was the reason her husband was now a late one. It was wrong on so many levels, but that look. The one that Dean didn't hide from her, was reflected back in her eyes ten fold.

His eyes burned into hers and she turned away to look at Bobby who just raised his eyebrows at the older woman and smiled knowingly. Ellen knew that Bobby was probably the only person on earth that she had let know about this little slip up. At least that was what she had called it at first. It was a weakness, a slip, that she thought she could put behind her, but over the past few months it had come clear that Dean Winchester wasn't that easy of a man to get rid of. When he saw something he wanted, he tended to toss caution into the wind and go after it. That would have been cute, if it wasn't for the fact that Ellen was a grown woman with a grown daughter who had a small crush on the man. She had lasted sixty seven days.

She would never confess to this but the only reason she had lasted so long was that he was so busy with hunts, he could only bother her by phone and they had off buttons. Unlike Dean who didn't have an off button, and a horribly dirty mouth and an uncanny sense of knowing just what a woman wants to hear, and being able to follow through with each and every promise. She bit her lip at the thought, then shook her head blushing as she looked back down and spinning the book they were looking at around, so she could loss herself back in the research.

Dean couldn't take his eyes off her. Since he had seen the Roadhouse, he had been sure he had lost someone else that meant the world to him. He had almost lost his mind seeing the charred remains the demons had left behind. The only thing keeping him sane and moving was the small freak vision he had received and the hope that Sammy was still alive and well and trying to get him a message.

A little over twelve hours later and he was happy and, more or less, as healthy as he could be surrounded by the three people left on this earth that made him almost regret his choice. Selling his soul down to hell for Sammy. He was still a little in shock that he had let himself do it. After the pain that he had gone through with Dad. He just - he couldn't live without his Sam. He looked from Ellen to Sam who was pouring himself into the book which was open in front of him. No, he couldn't change anything. It had been well worth it, the world would keep moving when Dean died, his world had ended when Sam was gone. After all it wasn't like he would be missing anything. Or at least he had thought that at the time of the deal, he had nothing left to lose. His parents both dead and buried, his lover gone, his brother getting fresher by the moment. No he had nothing to lose in that moment.

He sighed and licked his lips, looking back at Ellen again before letting himself hear the explanation of the Devil's trap and trying not to dwell on the small hug he had given Ellen earlier, thinking that it could be the last time they touched. It had been a quick and brief hug but it had meant the world to Dean and he wished that it could have lasted longer.

It was much later that night that Dean lay awake, the room he shared with his brother silent. Sam wasn't even snoring, which was odd but Dean knew that he was fast asleep. He had called his name enough to know that if he was awake he would have lost his nerve by now and yelled at him to shut up. They were in the same room they had been sharing since he and Sam came out to "Uncle Bobby's" as children, when Dad would need to ditch them to go on a hunt but they were too young or the hunt was to dangerous to leave them alone.

The room had changed over the years but it was still the same bland colour and two single beds, thankfully they were larger than when they had been five and six and so on but other than that change the room was left in the same arrangement, nothing moved unless they had moved it themselves. Bobby didn't come in here; it was their room. It was strange to actually have something that was theirs but it was nice for a change. He looked over to the door, as a shadow was cast across his room. He rolled onto his side and smirked as his eyes locked with Ellen's. They had all parted ways after dinner to get ready for the fight they knew would be happening later that evening. Bobby was fixing up some trucks, Sammy sleeping peacefully somehow, which left Dean and Ellen.

Winking at Dean, Ellen moved backwards out into the hall as Dean sat up and slid off the bed, his bare chest catching the moonlight as he moved across the room and slipped into the hall following her and closing the door. No words passed between them as they looked at each other from across the hallway. Their eyes never left each other as they moved down the hall, Ellen in front as Dean followed her to her room; they slipped inside the moon once again hitting them as Dean stood in his jeans, no shoes or socks or top; his hair a mess from lying in the bed tossing and turning. While he looked like some mad man, Ellen was perfect as ever. Never a hair out of place or anything to fret about. It was something that Dean admired about her. She could be in the middle of a battle and she would probably look like she just stepped out of the bathroom after freshing up.

The moment the door closed they were across the room, their arms wrapped around each other, their lips finding each others as they breathed each other in. Dean's tongue exploring her mouth freely like it was the first time. She moaned softly into his kiss and relaxed into his body. Her eyes closed, but the nature of their job never let them rest for long and her eyes fluttering. She pulled back from him, licking her lips, her eyes clouded with lust that rivalled his own.

"I was worried earlier, when I saw the Roadhouse." Dean confessed a slight blush rising on his face. Ellen was grinning widely at him. She couldn't help but feel a rush of affection to the boy. She had forgotten what it felt like to be in what could be mistaken for love again. While it would have been fun to think it was love she knew it was just a misguided case of lust. She could wish it was more but it wasn't, it couldn't be, it wasn't possible anymore to fall in love. Not with what they dealt with everyday, not with the deal that Dean had on the table. Ellen refused to lose someone else she loved to a demon, or a Winchester’s pride.

"No need to worry. As you can see, I'm just too good to let a small thing like a bomb and fire effect me." A small chuckle fell from her lips, the chuckle dying on her lips as she felt a hiccup, remembering the men and woman that had been in the bar while she ducked out for pretzels in town. She smiled impishly at Dean, then the conversation and looks turned solemn.

"Why did you do it?" Ellen finally demanded, a clear look of frustration and fear mixing in her eyes, "How could you sell your soul?!" She keep her voice low, knowing he hadn't told Sam yet and knowing Dean he wouldn't until the day the hell hound came to collect its dues, maybe never if he had his way. Dean looked down and shook his head, he wished he could explain, but to explain meant explaining why he had been so desperate. So instead of telling her everything he had dreamed of telling her. The feelings that had been growing since he meet her only twelve months prior he ducked his head lower, his voice almost a growl when it finally did come out.

"Didn't have that much to live for anymore," he stated with a shrug of his shoulders. He could have simply been talking about Sam, after all everyone that knew the Winchester boys knew that they were each others weak link. Dean hoped that Ellen assumed the same thing and would just let this drop. After all was said and done, Sammy was his world and as much as he would like to get to know Ellen more and possibly try and grow old with her, he couldn't; Sam always came first. He looked back to Ellen, the moonlight shadowing her frame. His heart in his throat and he tried to clear it, but failed and only ended up coughing. He chuckled weakly seeing her look and shrugged again, hoping that she didn't read more into it, but by the look on her face as she moved closer to him, her body pressing against his, he knew it was too late. She cupped his face and just smiled at him, then her bright smile turned dark and Dean frowned almost taking a step back from her afraid that she had somehow been possessed.

"I can't do it again, when you leave tomorrow," she took a deep breath; centring herself before plastering a smile back on her face. "When you leave tomorrow that will be it. I can't watch you die. I can't do it again. I can't wait for that call. I refuse to dig another hole to put someone I care for in. I just can't do it again." Nodding his understanding Dean smiled at her and exhaled slowly, before cupping her face and bringing her in for a kiss. It was long and sweet. Ellen knew it would leave the taste of Dean on her life for the rest of her life. His lips were so soft and this kiss screamed feelings that they would never admit to each other or themselves. They had both known that they would die younger then most, but neither of them had thought it would have an expiration date. Dean broke the kiss and caressed her cheek, smiling softly at her he licked his lips and took a step back.

"I'll leave you now then, make it easier." He said turning to walk back to the door, he should be watching after Sammy anyway. A soft touch to his arm stopped him, he looked over his shoulder at Ellen waiting to see what she had to say.

"Don't go. Not yet." She said with a true, gentle smile on her face, her hand resting on his arm as she walked around him. Her hand tracing over his bare chest, her eyes drinking him in, like a starving person looking at food. She moved over to the door and rested her hand on the doorknob then locked it, turning back around and leaning on the door.

"I do believe I said tomorrow," a sly grin on her face as she scanned his body once more, starting with his bare feet and moving her eyes slowly up his legs and over his chest and arms, licking her lips as she looked at his neck then his mouth, nose and eyes. "Right now, I want my last night with you to be perfect."

A bright smile lit up on Dean's face and he moved back towards her. Bracing his arms on the door beside her head, he leaned into her and grinned back at her, "Good because I had plans for you tonight."

fade to black

A/N: I wish I could give you more but I think this is as far as I can go for a first time Shipper with Dean/Ellen. Hope you enjoyed it.

Drive-SN-electricgurl

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 21:06:42 GMT

Title: Drive
Author: electricgurl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of supernatural, as much as I dream I do.
Word Count:2,361
Paring: Dean/OFC
Summary:Dean on a lonely backstretch of highway, he has some help to pass the time.

Dean scrubbed his eyes trying to keep himself awake. He cleared his throat and reached down turning on the radio; AC/DC started blaring, his hands naturally in tune with the music his head already bobbing in time with it. He pushed his foot down a little more; it was his first hunt alone since Sam left. He was almost back to normal; he knew that his father was worried; he had stopped dealing when Sammy left. It was like he was four again; he refused to talk and just sat back and let the world pass him by.

He started to hum the song, his fingers drumming the road wide in front of him, then his eyes widened and his foot lifted from the gas as he saw a hitchhiker came into view. He always hated walking and he could be nice, after being pretty much nothing for weeks. He pulled into the crossroad and reached over opening the door. “Need a drive?” he said turning to look at the person, his eyes meeting, tone legs, that weren’t covered, a small micro skirt, and a light green tank top. He blinked and his heart stopped. It was the shortest skirt that Dean had seen in his life, and he had seen a fair share. Her breast spilling out of her top, as she leant down so she could meet his eyes.

“Thank you so much sugar, I feel like I’ve been walking for years.” She purred as she slid into the front seat beside him, Dean tried to take everything in but his brain was on overload. He licked his lips and smiled widely. Wondering if this older woman could tell if he was a virgin or not. The music was still blaring, the door slammed and Dean pulled back onto the highway.

“Mind if I change the radio?” she asked already reaching out and spinning the dial. He watched her body stretching and everything looking so fantastic; her skin looked so smooth that the urge to reach out and touch it grew every moment. He felt himself hardening already and he shifted in his seat. He was hoping to think of anything else but nothing was coming to mind to help distract him. She was talking again and Dean’s eyes were drawn to her mouth, He wondered where her accent was from, he couldn’t place it. It didn’t help that her mouth was another distraction, her lips rosy red, and full, so kissable that he couldn’t help but be distracted by how good her skin was and move onto her bitable lips.

“-Best group of all time.” She finished as he finally managed to tune back into what she was talking about. He blinked at her, wishing that his brain would just work normally.

“Uh?” he asked a soft blush on his face, she grinned at him and turned in her seat, so her breasts were clearly on display for him, its like she wanted him to stare, and drawn in. He bit his bottom lip softly and looked up to met her eyes, noting they were blue, his favorite colour.

“I said that Blue Oyster Cult is the best group of all time.” She restated for him, winking this time. Dean felt his pants tighten further and he once again shifted in his head, his eyes turning, or rather trying to turn back to the road.

“I’ll have to try them out.” He said happy that his voice hadn’t broken over his nerves. He watched as her smile widened again and he tried to keep his eyes on the road, but failing as she complained about it being hot. Dean started to roll down his window but she stopped him, “No, honey this is okay.” She said as she pulled the sweater that had barely zipped up off, sitting there now in only a tank top and skirt. With some questionable shoes on, and finally the lack of bra now clear to his virgin eyes. He heard horns blaring and then lights in his face, he frowned turning back to look out the window and twisting the wheel right, swearing as he moved back into the correct lane, his breathing uneasy as he shook his head.

“Sorry about that, normally I’m a much better driver.” He bit his lip, a frown on his face, he couldn’t help but worry what would have happen if he got in an accident with his fathers car. He shook his head, not in the mood to over think it.

“Maybe something has you distracted.” She said with a sly smile and another wink as Dean looked back out the window trying to keep himself focused on something that didn’t have to do with sex or the goddess across from him. “I’d be disappointed if not.” Dean coughed loudly and just tried to remain calm. He licked his lips nervously and looked at her again wondering how he had managed to get enough karma to be able to pick her up.

“You are more then a distraction,” he confessed to her with a red tinge on his cheeks. She reached down again for what Dean assumed was the radio then he felt a hand on his upper tight, and his muscles tightened with the contact. Her hand squeezed around his leg and he took a deep breath, his grip on the wheel tightening.

“How about you pull over here sweetheart,” her hand moving slowly up his leg, another inch or two and she would clearly know what he was thinking with, but with a sentence like that he didn’t think it would matter anymore. He nodded, moving up in his seat and looked out the window seeing another crossroad coming up. He checked his mirror then pulled off the road heading back the side, dirt road a few clicks.

“Is this good enough?” he asked turning the car off, the moment the engine wasn’t running she was on his lap. Her mouth covering his and her hands cupping the back of his head, fingers running threw his hair. She grinned as his tongue licked her lips to move forward. She let him, their tongues battling as her hands moved down his neck and onto his chest. Mapping out his chest with her fingers, moving lower and lower, running her fingers slowly between his top and jeans. The skin overly sensitive and then she found his gun, he froze and she just grinned wider, a raise of her eyebrow and a small bite of her lip before she was devouring him again. He moaned as she grinded her hips down onto him.

Her need for him seemed to outweigh either of their common sense, and they lost themselves in each other. Hands exploring, lips and teeth leaving marks. She moaned louder and Dean mimicked her, with his own moan, his arms going up to her back pulling her down closer to him. Their tongues clashing and she grinned into his mouth her hands under his top as she pulled it up breaking the kiss, Dean leant back helping her strip him of the shirt. Then he grinned back at her, his shyness gone, as he pushed her back against the wheel. His clothes tossed into the back as he moved into her, sucking on her neck as his hands worked their ways up under her top and twisting her nipple. She grunted and found herself thrusting forward, while her back arched. Dean chuckled then helped her out of the top, he looked her over, pausing for a moment then grinning and tossing her clothes onto the side seat before pulling her back to him, her breasts crushing against his chest and he felt his dick jerk.

“Fuck!” he moaned as she grinned madly, her hips pressing down into his hips. His hands moving back around her back, going to her ass and massing slightly as she grinded into him. Dean’s moan went lower as he felt her warm core pressing against him. He gasped pulling back slightly distracted from what he was currently doing, “no underwear?”

her smile widened as she took his hand, shaking her head she slid his hand between her legs and licked her lips winking at him. He chuckled at her and lent forward his fingers caressing her slit, teasing her; just because he was a virgin didn’t mean he hadn’t been with woman before. He was well versed in what they like. He moved forward pressing her against the wheel his fingers sliding inside her as he bit softly on her neck, then with her approving moan he sucked harder and bit a little harder.

“Let’s try this outside.” She said with a small wink as she reached down, moaning as she slid further onto his fingers then pushed the door open and climbed out, Dean following her as quick as possible. His hands going around her stomach and back up her skirt. She lent back against him as they walked. Something about her was driving him to the brink of madness and he couldn’t understand why. If he had been in front of her, he would have seen her eyes, and would have seen that she wasn’t exactly as blue eyes as they had thought. A very telling flash of red gave her away as the crossroad demon she was.

But he wasn’t in front of her, he was behind her, doing things that she was enjoying more and more. She had been told to go to any crossroad and pick someone up, didn’t matter who just make a deal and get the deal signed for. But this, playing with a hunter without him even knowing…well that was ten times better then really doing work. She moved forward moaning as she pulled his hand free and she turned to him kissing him deeply before moving backwards onto the hood of the car. Her boots and skirt the only thing she had left on. She moved backwards on his car, her skirt pushing up around her stomach, she grinned at him, spreading her legs. “Come on honey, don’t leave me waiting.”

Dean grinned widely at her and moved up onto the car with her, pulling her along the car, her ass on the car, her legs hanging off. Licking his lips he looked at her in awe, “Do you do this often?” he asked his hands caressing the tops of her legs as he looked into her eyes.

“Hitchhiking yes,” she grinned at him, “sex with random guys that are carrying.” She winked at him, “not of late but we are about to change that.” She said as she reached between them and undid his pants. Pulling them down she moved forwards a little more then she winked at him, “Lets have some fun.” She purred as she sunk down on him, moaning deeply as she felt him push up in one stroke.

“Fuck!” she moaned as she twisted her body, as he lent down and captured a nipple with his teeth. He grinned widely, she was so tight around him, he closed his eyes and slowly pulled out before thrusting back in completely. She gasped again and shivered as he slowly started to move in and out. Getting the right pace as he kissed up her neck and found her lips. Kissing him deeply as she started to move back on him, her legs wrapping around him and pulling him in deeper.

He couldn’t help but grin madly as he moved into her, it felt fantastic, he couldn’t stop. He never wanted to stop. Their lazy kisses, and her tight warm welcoming center. He could feel everything coming to a point as his hand went between them and started to rub her clit. He moved back down to her neck, biting her and grinning madly. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She moaned, her nails raking down his back. She screamed, arching into him as he pumped a few more times and then grunted as he felt his release. He moaned and sagged slightly into her, moaning as he shook his head and holding himself up on the hood.

“I sure hope you don’t do that often.” He said with another laugh as he kissed her again, she laughed lowly moving off him and off the hood straightening her skirt. Then moving around and pulling out her top and sweater pulling them both back on, by this time he had gotten his pants back up but the shirt was in the backseat of the car. She went up to Dean and smiled kissing him gently. “Thanks for tonight Sugar. It was perfect.” She purred looking into his eyes as they once again flashed red then she tossed her head back and the demon exploded from her mouth.

Dean watched as this all happen and then he was left with a confused woman and he rubbed the migraine that was heading for him. She screamed and scooted back, trying to get away from him. He moved over towards her, holding his hands up.

“Its okay, Its gonna be okay.” He promised not making any movements and just trying to remain calm and collected, while on the inside he was freaking out. He had just lost his virginity to a demon. He shivered and shook his head, “Come on, lets get in the car and I’ll take you to the nearest town.” She watched him then something made her feel like she could trust him, because she took his hand and he nodded helping her stand and moving her to the car. His hand on her back, and he couldn’t help but think about what had happen just moments ago, feeling himself harden he shook it off and just took a deep breath before putting her in the car and walking around to his side, he just had to get her safe and sound to the next town without trying to assault her and everything would be fine.

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