Summary: You’re an ancient, powerful supernatural entity on the run with Dean as your bodyguard. Neither of you knows your identity or your purpose, but the pull between you is so strong that you can’t resist each other. When you begin to regain memories, you aren’t sure whose they are; and Dean begins to pull away. Meanwhile, Sam, Cas, and Rowena are on the case.
Pairing: Dean x You
Warnings: possible dub/con, supernatural bond, nsfw
SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 13 AND 14 LIE HEREIN
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Dean lies panting heavy breaths as you climb up his body once more. This time, you drape yourself over his large frame, entwining your legs with his, and he easily wraps his arms around you, holding you in place and making you beam from the inside out.
“See? We’re still alive, the world didn’t end,” you murmur, resting your head over his heart and listening to the staccato beat slowly steady.
Dean sighs and you can feel his body begin to tense again. “This is risky,” he says, his fingertips keeping your skin tingling. “Just being close to you sets off all kind of alarms, and that…” Dean shakes his head. “I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life, but that was like… shit, I don’t even know.”
“Spiritual?” you suggest, tilting your face to look at his.
Dean tilts his own head in uncertainty, eyes wide and cautious. “Maybe. Or… more.”
You’re both quiet for several moments. You know exactly what your connection to the hunter is, and you’re pretty sure he knows it, too; but he seems to be afraid of it. At the very least, he doesn’t trust it.
“It is more,” you speak quietly. “And you know what this is.”
He shakes his head again and you feel it, feel the exasperation and bewilderment. “I don’t. Neither of us does,” he asserts.
“Dean, why do you think I’m here?” You prop yourself up on one elbow, and Dean’s eyes travel from your eyes over your bare skin, landing on your chest, your nipples tightly puckered. “With you.” Then his eyes dart back up to meet yours.
He swallows and licks his lips. “You’re an important piece of this fucked up puzzle we’re trying to solve,” he states in a dry, matter of fact way that doesn’t match his posture or the moment the two of you are sharing. “And I’m keeping you safe and off the grid.”
“Dean,” you smile and chuckle quietly. “You know I don’t need you to protect me.” You reach for his hand and bring it to cup the heavy flesh that you know he wants to touch and taste. “But staying off-grid, as you say, is good for us. We can be together alone.”
You squeeze his hand around your heavy tit, showing him what he can have if he’ll just take it. His eyes haven’t left yours; they’ve narrowed and heated as his rough fingers pull at your nipple. You hiss and shudder and your eyes roll back as you jut into his caress. Then his mouth is on your other mound, tongue swirling the puckered nipple, teeth scraping. He rolls you to your back, moving with purpose, now, determination, and there’s a distinct edge to his gaze and his movement.
“Why me?” he asks, and you think he isn’t asking you – not really – he’s asking the universe. Dean has never believed that he’s as important as he is. He uses his resources well, he uses his body and the tools provided him. He’s sacrificed himself for the world and for his loved ones, but he’s never believed in what he deserves, what is rightfully his.
“You’re the only one,” you answer, watching Dean rise to his knees between your naked, open thighs to shuck his jeans and boxers to the floor. He’s hard again and your soul soars at the sight of him broad and thick, looming over you, pulling you in and settling you. “In all my millennia, it’s only ever been you, Dean.”
He dips his head to kiss your jaw and your throat, trailing wet and hot over your sensitive nipples, nipping at the lower swell of each of your tits. You love what he’s doing – every move and touch and kiss fills you with bliss, recharges you. You cannot wait to have him inside you, all the way, deep and hot and hard, filling you whole.
When he drops to his forearms, he’s caging you in, simultaneously spreading you more open with his knees, thick, strong thighs making you gush at the thought of what he could do to your human vessel, if he really did what he wanted, really let himself go.
Dean groans and whispers against your skin. In the depths of his soul, he knows what you’re saying – and what you’re not saying – is true. He just doesn’t trust what he knows. You don’t push him, though. Instead, you lie open to him, praying that he’ll find his way soon.
His mouth is on you again, his cock insistent as he works his way inside your wet cunt. He’s slowly stretching you and the feeling is overwhelmingly exactly what you hoped it would be. It’s the physical manifestation of what your soul feels when you share space with him.
You want to surrender everything to him – your heart and soul and body and mind, your will to live and thrive. You want to be his. He is your sovereign and you are his subject.
“Take what you want,” you whisper, gasping as his thick cock slides out to the tip. When he slams back in all the way, you grunt and shriek with a delight you’ve been searching for since you first felt him near.
Dean’s strength of character and morality defines him. His unbreakable will is legendary. You know that even in Hell, when Alistair thought he broke Dean, Dean was still in control. You’re going to convince him of that truth, to convince him of his worth and intention.
You remain open and pliant as Dean hammers into you. Your legs hug his strong hips, your hands roam the scarred skin that’s stretched tight over hard-earned muscle, and your breath is pushed from your lungs with his every thrust. Your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders and you hold tight for the ride.
“You can have anything you want,” you breathe hard and gasp with his roughness. “Dean…”
“What-” Dean groans and gasps for air. “What d’you mean?” He grits his teeth and his hips stutter as he hangs his head and slows his thrusts. When he looks in your eyes again, his gaze is filled with desperation.
You cup his jaw in your warm palm. Dean closes his eyes and nuzzles into your touch. “Just feel,” you say. “Feel us.”
He rolls his head from your hand and moves again, this time slower, lazy and deep. His lips join yours and he pulls you up by the back of your neck. You fold your legs and then you’re straddling his lap, kissing him, feeling him deep inside.
His eyes are still closed and he’s muttering words you don’t understand. He’s cursing, not making any sense, but you feel a force surrounding you both, encasing you and Dean in warmth. And there’s a kind of softness that contrasts epically with the way Dean feels inside you. He’s so hard and so eager, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.
“Dean,” you gasp and stutter. “We’re almost there. Do you feel it?”
He slides a hand up into your hair, twists and pulls and his mouth is on yours again. “What the fuck is this?” he whispers around lips and tongue. His teeth scrape over your jaw and you feel wetness against your cheek. You feel his tears.
“Oh, Dean,” you moan, canting your hips to ride him all the way to the end. He drops a hand into your lap, hooks his middle finger to the second knuckle inside you with his thick cock, stretching you further, pressing that soft spot, thumbing your clit, and you explode.
Then he’s over you, pinning your wrists to the mattress and fucking you hard. He’s making noise and dropping salty sweat and tears to your skin. You can’t be open enough to take everything he gives. You curse the human vessel you’re in for its inadequacy until you feel another wave building where he’s rubbing against your clit hard with each thrust.
“Fucking sonuvabitch,” Dean groans loud, and it’s wet and it hurts so well when you come again as he empties inside you, calling your name with a sob.
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