Summary: Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When they’re connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.
Pairing: Dean x OFC (who looks and acts like Faith Lehane w/o the slayer powers)
Warnings: hand feeding, hair pulling, rough sex, ass play, no condoms, lap sitting, prostate massage, magical bond
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Sam didn’t know what to think. Eliza’d been at the bunker with Dean for four days. Of course, he barely saw them since they spent most of the time in Dean’s room, making so much noise Sam had to sleep with headphones. And neither of them seemed concerned about the missing shifter from Nebraska, Crowley, or researching the Mark.
He wondered how much, if anything, Eliza knew about the Mark. She had to have seen it – Dean wasn’t even bothering with long sleeves the past few days, and just that morning, she was sitting in his lap, making Castiel wonder aloud whether she was somehow opposed to sitting in chairs, while Dean fed her scrambled eggs. She giggled, batting at his forearm, right where the Mark was etched because she was “afraid” he was going to smash the food in her face.
Sam rolled his eyes at the memory. He had never in their entire lives seen Dean so consistently carefree. For four days, Dean hadn’t even so much as shaved or put real clothes on let alone asked Sam for an update. Maybe the more appropriate word was careless.
“Sam,” Castiel interrupted Sam’s thoughts. “I’m wondering about Dean and this… Eliza person.”
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Wondering?” he asked for clarification that he’d probably regret receiving.
Castiel nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s possible that she could be sating the Mark in some way? Sexually, perhaps.”
That thought had occurred to Sam but quickly dismissed it. Eliza wasn’t the first woman Dean had been with since accepting the Mark. He shook his head. “I thought of that, but… why her? Why now?”
Castiel nodded. He was quiet for a few minutes and Sam went back to reading. “What if she herself is connected to the Mark?” Castiel wondered.
Sam looked up, the thought piquing something inside him. “Hmm,” he thought. “That would explain a lot.” He looked at Castiel and they both felt like they’d hit on something.
“Yes, it would,” Castiel replied.
“Dude, we need more condoms,” Eliza shook the empty box and laughed when Dean launched himself onto the bed.
“That’s what happens when you’re turbo fucking,” Dean buried his face in her neck and inhaled. “Mmm, you smell good.” He rolled her to her back and slotted himself between her bare thighs.
She’d lost count of the number of times they’d had sex in the few days they’d know each other, but the box was bigger than a 12-pack. She sighed internally and hummed under him.
“Whoa, there, hoss,” she playfully pushed at his chest and he burrowed deeper, rasping against her neck with the thick, soft hair on his jaw. “What did I just say about condoms?” she smiled dreamily up at the ceiling, arching her neck into him.
Dean pouted. “I mean, do we really need ‘em?” he whined, looking her in the eye, defiant and desperate, and she stilled. She wanted him deep and bare inside her, but she knew the exceptional level of lust she felt for him clouded her judgment. She knew their magic connection was to blame, but she couldn’t tell him that – not yet.
He closed his eyes and dropped kisses to her neck, slow and sweet, grinding into her. “Promise I won’t give you cooties,” he whispered, sucking delicate skin between his teeth and pulling her arms up to pin her wrists over her head.
She sighed, breathing him in, raising her knees and hugging his hips, rolling her own. “Fuck, Dean,” she breathed, rolled her neck from side to side, reveling in his tongue and lips, his weight on top of her, his breath in her ear, it was all too much. And that look in his eyes – she couldn’t say no. She nodded. “Okay.”
He hummed and slipped inside her and they both groaned. They’d been fucking almost every minute that they weren’t doing necessary to life things, but fuck if every time didn’t feel like the first – especially raw.
Dean grunted. “I really thought I’d wrecked this pussy, but you’re still so tight.” He breathed into her and kissed her and she clenched around him.
“I’m just that good.” Eliza sighed on a shaky breath. “Shit, I didn’t know your cock could feel better. God .” She spread her legs wider, pressing her outer thighs to the mattress and arching her back.
Dean pushed up onto his hands and set a rhythm, sliding in and out of her. She raked her nails down his chest and settled her hands on his swaying hips. Her insides were like molten heat and he was stirring the pot. They were a mess of wet and hot, his hard and her soft. She couldn’t be more open to him but she wanted to be. She wanted to take all of him entirely inside and never let him out.
“Dean,” she whispered, feeling tears prick her eyes. That was happening a lot too – he had made her come and cry more than she had over the past five years combined. “Please don’t stop.” She knew she was crying full on, then, but couldn’t stop herself.
“Not a chance,” Dean said, dipping his head to kiss her and nuzzle her cheek. “Shh, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“Dean,” Castiel stood in the doorway to the kitchen, Sam lingering behind him. “May we have a word?”
Dean and Eliza were eating ice cream straight from the carton, Eliza sitting up on the stainless steel counter in another pair of Dean’s boxer and t-shirt, Dean wedged between her legs. She was feeding him this time.
“Shoot,” Dean said in response, not really giving Castiel and Sam the attention they’d hoped for. Dean took another spoonful of Ben & Jerry’s from the spoon Eliza offered, laughing when some of it dripped onto her bare knee. He ducked his head and licked the sweet cream from her skin.
Castiel cast Sam a worried glance. “Um,” he stammered. “Alone?”
Dean turned then, cocking an eyebrow. Sam cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. He knew that look. Eliza wasn’t going anywhere.
“Dean,” Sam started, pushing his way past Castiel and into the kitchen. “What Cas is trying to say is, we need to talk about the Mark.”
For the briefest of seconds, Sam could swear he saw Eliza stiffen. Dean’s fingers played over the bare skin of her thighs and he looked thoughtful, before shrugging and turning to fully face his brother. He leaned against the counter next to Eliza, arms crossed over his chest. “So, talk,” he said, challenging Sam. Eliza dropped the spoon into the carton and looked down at her hands.
Sam sighed. “Cas and I were discussing the Mark,” Sam paused throwing a look over his shoulder to Castiel. “We’re still trying to figure it out, but… you’re just kind of acting… different, Dean.” Sam looked hopeful – that Dean would understand what he meant.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Different how, Sammy? Use your words.” His tone was classic snarky Dean but there was an extra edge that put Sam on the defensive.
Sam clenched his jaw. “You haven’t even asked if we’ve found Crowley or any more about the Mark,” Sam started to rant, waving his hand in the air. “And I don’t remember ever seeing you with a beard.”
Eliza tried to make herself smaller. She could sense what was coming. Dean was spending all of his time with her and they noticed and they didn’t think it was normal. She knew that it wasn’t.
Dean laughed out loud. “You’re mad because I haven’t shaved?!?”
“Dean, I’m not mad, I’m just baffled as to what is so special about this girl!” Sam flinched at his own words. “No offense,” he tried to placate Eliza.
She raised her hands and shook her head with a wry smile. “None taken, Paul Bunyan.”
Dean snorted and nudged her. “Sammy, are you jealous?” Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother. Sam shot him a look of incredulity. “You are, aren’t you?”
“No,” Sam shook his head. “That’s not-”
“You so are,” Dean laughed. “Fuckin’ amazing.” He pushed away from the counter and reached to help Eliza down. He wanted out of the conversation and didn’t want to subject her to it any longer.
“Dean,” Castiel spoke up moving further into the kitchen. “We think the time you’ve been spending together could be connected to the Mark.”
Dean paused and Eliza stood next to him, looking between the other two men and Dean.
“Good or bad,” Sam said, holding up his hands in surrender, taking advantage of the small window. “We just need to talk it through. Can we just talk?”
Dean considered his brother’s words, pursed lips and arched brow. He looked at Eliza and she shrugged and shook her head. Sam marveled at the silent communication, which Dean didn’t have with many people other than himself. “A’right,” Dean said, settling back against the counter again. “What if it is? What if this thing doesn’t just want blood and murder and somehow I can sate it with sex? How could that be bad?”
Sam looked to Eliza who was staring at her hands again. “Well, I guess that has to do with where Eliza sits in all this,” he spoke cautiously. He willed her to look at him. “What are you getting out of this?”
Eliza scoffed and rolled her eyes to keep from making eye contact with anyone. “Have you seen your brother? And I’m sure you’re not deaf.” She tried to embarrass Sam into discontinuing his line of questioning. “Does ‘oh, God, Dean, fuck me harder’ sound familiar to you?”
Dean chuckled and Sam smirked.
“Vaguely,” Sam answered, pinning her with his gaze, and she had nowhere else to look. “But I don’t believe this is just about getting fucked – for either of you.”
A few tense beats of silence filled the room until Castiel spoke up. “It’s not,” he said, eyes narrowing to slits as he approached Eliza. She shifted uncomfortably, looking for a way out. “You’re a descendant,” Castiel said curiously.
“A descendant,” Dean said, turning toward her. “Of…”
“Cain,” Castiel said. The picture began to flood with color and snap into focus for the men. Eliza didn’t seem fazed, though, and that worried Sam even more.
“Did you know?” Sam asked her, accusation hanging heavily in his voice.
Eliza stood still for a moment, staring at her bare toes. She nodded. “It’s the reason I’m a hunter,” she answered, trying not to focus on Dean’s reaction at her side. “Started with research into what it all meant then hunting and now…” She looked up to Castiel and Sam then, finally, Dean. “But I didn’t know about you till… after.” She dropped her gaze again and Dean moved into her, tipping her chin up and looking her over closely.
“Sure about that?” he asked, sounding at once vulnerable and hard.
She softened and nodded. “I swear it.” Dean relaxed, nodding and turning his knuckles into her skin, gently brushing her cheek.
“By then it was too late, likely,” Castiel speculated. “Your bond, whatever it is, only grows stronger with every moment you’re together – in any capacity it seems.”
Eliza hooked a hand into the waistband of Dean’s sweatpants and they watched each other, while Castiel and Sam verbally sussed out next steps.
“We have to hit the books harder on this,” Sam said finally. “You two should…” He stopped to watch them stare at each other. “Cas,” Sam was at a loss.
Castiel sighed. “You two should stay here. Together. Until we figure out what this all means.”
Dean and Eliza both nodded. “Let’s get a shower,” Dean said, clasping her hand in his. “And I guess I should shave .” He shot Sam a teasing glare before he and Eliza left the kitchen.
“Cas,” Sam said. “Is it possible that this could be a good thing?” Sam hoped, for all of their sakes, that the growing connection between his brother and the strange new woman in their lives wasn’t a harbinger to bad.
Castiel stared at the door where Dean and his companion had just exited. “I suppose anything’s possible,” he answered. “But,” he turned to face Sam. “It’s unlikely.”
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