The Journal of Dean Winchester

-NOW AN ARCHIVE- My name is Dean Winchester. "Daddy's blunt little instrument." I'm a Hunter. If you found this, you must need my help. So talk to me. (Indie, Selective RP for Dean Winchester, Supernatural.) Mun and Character are of legal age of consent for NSFW RP FC: Jensen Ackles. Dean has an Address: Dean WinchesterC/O Willow RavenwrightPO Box 612Hopewell, VA 23860USA

[vesselofasaint]

My Knight In Shinning Armour. || Dean and Jimmy.

[vesselofasaint]

socalledrighteousman‌:

Rainy weekends were so good. A chance to relax - and even though Dean did work the occasional Saturday if things got extra busy, most of the time he was just on call - supposedly ready to move if a car came that needed a tow, or if an emergency came up at the shop.  So; Dean had chosen this particular day to simply nap. Turning on the Weather Channel (really; it was soothing) he had settled in for a nap. Jimmy had apparently joined him at some point, and as Dean was waking up he felt the warm, solid weight of his boyfriend at his side. He didn’t know how long he had been out, but he came back to the world slow and easy, smiling down a little at his boyfriend.  Dean wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Jimmy was struggling a bit in school at the moment. He had slipped in from work more and more often to seeing him sitting with his little brother - hearing Sam’s voice as they worked out some college work.  “Mmm; hey,” smiled Dean, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. 

Smiling softly, sighing faintly. Jimmy loved those little kisses to the forehead. It felt special to him. “Hey, big boy.” He chuckled, leaning to kiss Dean on the lips. “Did you enjoy your little power nap?” Jimmy had sneaked into the room when he finished up a few pages of homework. Face tucking in the neck once more, feeling the warmth between the two,

Hand moving around Dena’s bare chest, moving closer just to get more warmed up all thanks to this cold day. “It’s pretty cold today and I was feeling a little cold and lonely so, I thought I’d join you in bed.” A smile pulled at the edge of his lips. “Maybe we can make something warm to eat? Soup? Hot Chocolate?” Both sound very good and Dean does make the perfect cup of hot chocolate. 

The matter with school has to wait, he doesn’t want to ruin a good moment. He’ll just have to figure out a good time to mention this, that way Dean doesn’t chew his head off or something worse.

[socalledrighteousman]

“Mmm; yeah, I did,” smiled Dean as he allowed Jimmy to do what he wanted to at that moment. It was warm and soft and easy and in all honesty? The slightly older one was not entirely anxious to stir. 

“I’ll make us some hot cocoa huh?” he said, first stretching his limbs in such a way as not to entirely disturb his boyfriend. Soon enough, he rose and went to the kitchen. Within there was hidden Dean’s special blend of cocoa and spices. His hot chocolate was rich and sweet and perfect. 

“So - what’s going on?” he asked, sensing something was weighing heavily on Jimmy’s mind. 

[socalledrighteousman]

"Dean.... Do you mind if we talk for a moment? I want... To express something to you..."

Doing his best to keep the surprise off his face, the Hunter looked up at the Archangel, shifting and giving him his full attention.

“M’not really a, “expression,” kinda guy; neither are you. So this must be big. What’s up?”

[heavensfirstson-archived-deacti]

socalledrighteousman‌:

Nodding, Dean absorbed the information that he was given, the wheels in his head turning.  “Well today gave us a pretty good start. We’ll experiment with some different stuff - find out the things you like to eat.” 

Lemons - and bitter smells. Peaches and things that were sweet. Dean had some ideas there already. He knew you could bake fish with lemon and herbs, and peach cobbler or ice cream was always a hit.  “Your body will tell you when it’s had enough to eat, too. You’ll learn those signs too. Getting a full feeling in your stomach - or starting to feel like you’re gonna throw up. You really need to stop then or you’ll be sick.” 

This is more complicated than Michael had anticipated. There were signs to look out for, there were other matters to look out for when someone is hungry. It sounds tiresome. 

“I will keep this in mind then.” Michael had a sudden lost in appetite, food doesn’t look all that great anymore. Pushing his plate away from him; he simply leaned back into his seat, sighing to himself. 

“Maybe I will eat a little more at a later time. Right now I just want to relax and pick up a book.” Excusing himself from the table, the archangel goes right to his bookshelf, fetching out a nice book to read. “If you like; you can join me in our room after you’re done eating.” With that; he took off to their shared room.

[socalledrighteousman]

After dealing with dishes and leftovers, Dean considered what it was he wanted to do. He knew his boyfriend was off reading. And that would ever and always remind him of Sam. How bookish his brother could be; and yet how smart he was as well. 

Sam was too good for the life; a fact Dean knew and wanted to remember. And yet, that same Hunter’s life was how he had lost his brother. It was like a fresh wound that opened whenever something small would happen. A sheaf of papers, or a song.  For a few minutes, the elder Winchester allowed himself to feel as he was feeling. Then, taking his boyfriend’s suggestion, he came into the room, but quietly, allowing him to continue to read whatever it was that had struck his fancy. 

[vesselofasaint]

My Knight In Shinning Armour. || Dean and Jimmy.

@socalledrighteousman

It had been almost a good year since Jimmy moved in with Dean. Ever since the fair trip they’ve been joined at the hip. Always going out with each other to whatever place they liked, Dean showing Jimmy little things about fixing up cars, Jimmy showing Dean about new tech, and some medical references while Jimmy attended college. Good thing the college campus wasn’t that far from their home. In that time; Jimmy has grown attached to Sam as well. Sam has been like an older brother to Jimmy. Feeling grateful for the support coming from the younger Winchester. A blessing truly.

The weekend. Showers gracing the night sky, raining pattering against the window. Both boys laying in bed. Jimmy pressed up against Dean, face tucked into the neck while Dean was sleeping. That night was a little rough for Jimmy. He was slipping in class, it might have to do with the distractions with Dean, but Jimmy knows he can’t place all the blame on his boyfriend. It’s himself. A hand moving to lay on Dean’s bare, muscular chest, sighing faintly to himself. He loves Dean very much, but at times he thinks he needs a little time alone to get himself together and worry about his studies. Hopefully when Dean wakes up from his nap, they can talk for a moment.

[socalledrighteousman]

Rainy weekends were so good. A chance to relax - and even though Dean did work the occasional Saturday if things got extra busy, most of the time he was just on call - supposedly ready to move if a car came that needed a tow, or if an emergency came up at the shop.  So; Dean had chosen this particular day to simply nap. Turning on the Weather Channel (really; it was soothing) he had settled in for a nap. Jimmy had apparently joined him at some point, and as Dean was waking up he felt the warm, solid weight of his boyfriend at his side. He didn’t know how long he had been out, but he came back to the world slow and easy, smiling down a little at his boyfriend.  Dean wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Jimmy was struggling a bit in school at the moment. He had slipped in from work more and more often to seeing him sitting with his little brother - hearing Sam’s voice as they worked out some college work.  “Mmm; hey,” smiled Dean, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. 

[socalledrighteousman]

"Dean.... Do you mind if we talk for a moment? I want... To express something to you..."

Doing his best to keep the surprise off his face, the Hunter looked up at the Archangel, shifting and giving him his full attention.

“M’not really a, “expression,” kinda guy; neither are you. So this must be big. What’s up?”

[heavensfirstson-archived-deacti]

socalledrighteousman‌:

“Ya eat when you’re hungry,” Dean explained, between bites and drinks of beer. yeah; it was perhaps a little weird explaining the mechanics of eating to an Archangel, but better now when Dean was actually around to do it than later.  “Your body will start to tell you when it needs food,” the elder Winchester continued to explain, “you’ll start to feel weak, and your stomach will make angry noises. You’ll start to get a headache and feel moody, though that isn’t exclusive to hunger. The weakness and stomach noises - those are pretty good indicators. Once you know you’re hungry, then you should eat. Humans usually eat three times a day - sometimes with a small snack in between. Like - way later, after this - you might want somethin’ sweet. So; somethin’ like cake or ice cream. I know I love a good piece of pie.”

Signs of weakness. So hunger shows itself in signs of weakness. All sign that Michael has seen in both the Winchester boys when on hunts. Michael never displayed then, but maybe there were obvious signs within himself but never noticed. “I see…” Maybe now Michael should pay more attention to his human signs. Angelic signs of frustrations are different than what most humans can feel. Some signs are the same but some are not.

“Well, i know humans were given a specific order from God. Gluttony. Wanting something too much is a sin, it also applies to hunger.” Some orders are hazy. Thanks to his limited powers; Michael’s memory was acting up as well. “I know eating too much is bad for you. Too much of a good thing is bad for one’s health.” Finding the right balance might be difficult, but as long as Dean is helping then Michael can have a better grasp of human life. “I have not discovered what I like to eat. But smells. I know I like the smell of lemons, peaches, anything sweet, and bitter…. That’s all.” 

[socalledrighteousman]

Nodding, Dean absorbed the information that he was given, the wheels in his head turning.  “Well today gave us a pretty good start. We’ll experiment with some different stuff - find out the things you like to eat.” 

Lemons - and bitter smells. Peaches and things that were sweet. Dean had some ideas there already. He knew you could bake fish with lemon and herbs, and peach cobbler or ice cream was always a hit.  “Your body will tell you when it’s had enough to eat, too. You’ll learn those signs too. Getting a full feeling in your stomach - or starting to feel like you’re gonna throw up. You really need to stop then or you’ll be sick.” 

[socalledrighteousman]

With another low growl, Dean found himself unable to be gentle or contain himself any further. He wildly moved against her, filling her up again and again as much as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla couldn’t help herself anymore, she moaned loudly as he moved inside her. Nails dug into his back while her walls contracted around him. Pleasure ran through her entire body.

[socalledrighteousman]

When he was finally spent, Dean found himself drifting into sleep beside her, even snoring lightly. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla’s face was covered with a smile as she watched him for a while. Her hand drifted through his hair and soon she fell asleep as well.

[socalledrighteousman]

Morning came sooner than perhaps Dean would have wanted it to, but he persevered nevertheless and yawned, watching Mikayla as he woke up. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla had still been sleeping peacefully, looking ever so calm and innocent. She wasn’t moving much and didn’t seem like waking up soon.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean also wasn’t inclined to wake up as early as he did, but he also really didn’t have that much of a choice. He carefully disengaged himself from her, and dressed quickly before going to join the warriors who were gathered. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

It was a bit until Mikayla had woken up. She was slightly wobbly on her legs yet got dressed and headed to do her usual deed.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean kept as close an eye on Mikayla as he could through the day. He worked silently, quickly, and made sure that he was efficient in his training of the few new recruits that had been gathered. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

As Mikayla was working, she could hear a few souls talking and mumbling while looking at her the entire time. While she didn’t hear anything, she had a feeling it was not good.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean for his part continued to go about what he needed to do; training and watching the soldiers and making sure that they knew the border patrols as well as him needing to know. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“No women are allowed here, you know?” One more taller worker came up to her.

“I’m not a woman,” she had muttered focusing on her work.

“We all heard your moans. Why don’t you come around and please us all?” the man grinned and grabbed her. Instantly Mikayla had began to kick and defend herself. It was only mere seconds before guards came by and grabbed her.

[socalledrighteousman]

Hearing the commotion, Dean stepped in and swiftly stopped the assault.  “This one is under my protection,” Dean snarled.  “You know there are no women allowed up here, Winchester-son,” glared one of the lieutenants.  “This person - is under. My protection. And if I have to I’ll drum out every last one of you if you so much as lay a finger on them again. Understand?” “Heh - you? Disgraced son of a noble lord?’  That earned the mouthy lieutenant a punch in the face. 

“What has transpired between my family and myself is of no concern. I am -not- attempting to take over my father’s lands. I merely wish to live out my life. Here. In peace; with my companion! Are there any objections?!”  A few murmurs ran through the crowd, but most of them men said nothing more. “Come now - are you hurt?” Dean asked Mikayla as he offered her a hand. 

[socalledrighteousman]

"Dean.... Do you mind if we talk for a moment? I want... To express something to you..."

Doing his best to keep the surprise off his face, the Hunter looked up at the Archangel, shifting and giving him his full attention.

“M’not really a, “expression,” kinda guy; neither are you. So this must be big. What’s up?”

[heavensfirstson-archived-deacti]

socalledrighteousman‌:

The question at first was a strange one to Dean’s ears. It wasn’t anything that he had ever been asked before; teaching someone how to eat. But as he did with everything, the elder Winchester went into the task with gusto, nodding and taking up some of each food. 

“Just watch me,” he explained, “and I’ll show you.” Starting with the corn, still fresh on its cob, Dean took it carefully in hand sideways, taking large bites, chewing and swallowing. He knew that Archangel understood the mechanics of food and consuming it, but to actually be -eating- well - he needed the help. 

The fish, next. Dean ate with his hands, showing as well the proper use of a fork, how to dip things into a delicious sauce. When he reached the steak, he slowly took up fork and knife, showing his boyfriend just how to cut up the steak to be eaten. Dean tried to be as careful and patient as he could as he taught him. 

And that’s what Michael did. Watch. It’s rather strange to see someone eat and not feel disgusted, but seeing as how the archangel is part human now, he has to get used to the idea of eat foods. If he wants to replenish his grace, he needs to think of other means of restoration other than rest. Food benefits humans, it prompts good health, restores energy, and beings happiness. That part he doesn’t know why? Maybe the foods that humans consume comforts them after a long, strenuous day.

The use of a knife and fork, humans must use them to keep their hands clean while eating, but some of the food that his boyfriend was eating; he was using his hands. Maybe not all foods call for utensils? Such as the corn, just from the looks of it, humans need their hands to hold food, like the pizza he’s seen Dean and Sam ate before. 

Now Dean was eating the fish, dipping it into some liquid. Must be for enhancing the flavor of the fish. Seems good. Looking at the food in front of him; Michael reached to grab the fish, placing it on his plate. Looking at it seemed wrong, the bible mentioned not to eat craw fish, but humans had to do what they could to survive. There are other good foods, the vegetables for one. He took the corn again, picking it up once more and took a bite, but as how Dean showed. The little yellow bulbs came off, chewing it, and it actually tastes quite nice. He took his fork and knife, slicing up a bite of the fish and ate. It also tastes rather good. “How often are humans suppose to eat? I asked Castiel before but he never gave me a straight answer.”

[socalledrighteousman]

“Ya eat when you’re hungry,” Dean explained, between bites and drinks of beer. yeah; it was perhaps a little weird explaining the mechanics of eating to an Archangel, but better now when Dean was actually around to do it than later.  “Your body will start to tell you when it needs food,” the elder Winchester continued to explain, “you’ll start to feel weak, and your stomach will make angry noises. You’ll start to get a headache and feel moody, though that isn’t exclusive to hunger. The weakness and stomach noises - those are pretty good indicators. Once you know you’re hungry, then you should eat. Humans usually eat three times a day - sometimes with a small snack in between. Like - way later, after this - you might want somethin’ sweet. So; somethin’ like cake or ice cream. I know I love a good piece of pie.”

[socalledrighteousman]

With another low growl, Dean found himself unable to be gentle or contain himself any further. He wildly moved against her, filling her up again and again as much as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla couldn’t help herself anymore, she moaned loudly as he moved inside her. Nails dug into his back while her walls contracted around him. Pleasure ran through her entire body.

[socalledrighteousman]

When he was finally spent, Dean found himself drifting into sleep beside her, even snoring lightly. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla’s face was covered with a smile as she watched him for a while. Her hand drifted through his hair and soon she fell asleep as well.

[socalledrighteousman]

Morning came sooner than perhaps Dean would have wanted it to, but he persevered nevertheless and yawned, watching Mikayla as he woke up. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla had still been sleeping peacefully, looking ever so calm and innocent. She wasn’t moving much and didn’t seem like waking up soon.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean also wasn’t inclined to wake up as early as he did, but he also really didn’t have that much of a choice. He carefully disengaged himself from her, and dressed quickly before going to join the warriors who were gathered. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

It was a bit until Mikayla had woken up. She was slightly wobbly on her legs yet got dressed and headed to do her usual deed.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean kept as close an eye on Mikayla as he could through the day. He worked silently, quickly, and made sure that he was efficient in his training of the few new recruits that had been gathered. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

As Mikayla was working, she could hear a few souls talking and mumbling while looking at her the entire time. While she didn’t hear anything, she had a feeling it was not good.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean for his part continued to go about what he needed to do; training and watching the soldiers and making sure that they knew the border patrols as well as him needing to know. 

[socalledrighteousman]

With another low growl, Dean found himself unable to be gentle or contain himself any further. He wildly moved against her, filling her up again and again as much as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla couldn’t help herself anymore, she moaned loudly as he moved inside her. Nails dug into his back while her walls contracted around him. Pleasure ran through her entire body.

[socalledrighteousman]

When he was finally spent, Dean found himself drifting into sleep beside her, even snoring lightly. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla’s face was covered with a smile as she watched him for a while. Her hand drifted through his hair and soon she fell asleep as well.

[socalledrighteousman]

Morning came sooner than perhaps Dean would have wanted it to, but he persevered nevertheless and yawned, watching Mikayla as he woke up. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla had still been sleeping peacefully, looking ever so calm and innocent. She wasn’t moving much and didn’t seem like waking up soon.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean also wasn’t inclined to wake up as early as he did, but he also really didn’t have that much of a choice. He carefully disengaged himself from her, and dressed quickly before going to join the warriors who were gathered. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

It was a bit until Mikayla had woken up. She was slightly wobbly on her legs yet got dressed and headed to do her usual deed.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean kept as close an eye on Mikayla as he could through the day. He worked silently, quickly, and made sure that he was efficient in his training of the few new recruits that had been gathered. 

[socalledrighteousman]

"Dean.... Do you mind if we talk for a moment? I want... To express something to you..."

Doing his best to keep the surprise off his face, the Hunter looked up at the Archangel, shifting and giving him his full attention.

“M’not really a, “expression,” kinda guy; neither are you. So this must be big. What’s up?”

[heavensfirstson-archived-deacti]

socalledrighteousman‌:

Smiling a little bit, Dean was pleased at watching the Archangel taking his first bites of Human food. He was clearly hesitant, but after watching Dean he seemed to enjoy it. 

“If you decide you wanna be vegetarian, or just eat fish, I understand - if eating meat bothers you,” he elaborated between bites of crab and tender steak. The elder Winchester could sense his boyfriend was having some reservations about meat and shellfish.  Aside from the steaks and meat and shellfish, there was corn still on the cob, potatoes, and some other vegetables that Dean had seasoned and roasted or steamed with butter.  “Uh; thanks. For - well, humoring me,” he smiled. Dean was well aware that Angels didn’t need food, and he was truly grateful for the gesture on Michael’s part. 

A shy smile. Nodding his head a few times. Dean made food for the both of them, it would be rude not to take up the offer. The different types of food isn’t a bother to the archangel’s, it’s the need to eat that does. His human half was craving fro this type of food, just just any food in general, but it’s calming down the urge. Looking to the rest of the food, he took a baked potato in his hand, smelling it, licking it a little just to get the idea of what it taste like. It’s pretty good, pretty warm too. 

He took a bite, the warmth in his mouth was a little much, but continued on anyways. “You… Don’t have to thank me. It is I that should thank you for making this feast.” He can understand when a human puts in effort in making something pretty delectable. Michael reaches for the corn, but doesn’t know how this is to be eaten. He simply bit into it and stopped the moment he felt something hard hit his teeth. He quickly put that down on his plate. 

Now he reached for the fish that was fried. Hanging it in front of him, smelling it as well, which smells pretty good. “i don’t know how each food is to be eaten. Is there a difference between all of them?” He looks over to Dean, who is eating with these silver utensils. He’s using one to pick up food while the other one was cutting away at it to make smaller pieces. is that how humans eat? With these silver utensils?

“Can you teach me? I mean, how to eat properly?” He asked the hunter, making his cheeks blush a little red.

@socalledrighteousman

[socalledrighteousman]

The question at first was a strange one to Dean’s ears. It wasn’t anything that he had ever been asked before; teaching someone how to eat. But as he did with everything, the elder Winchester went into the task with gusto, nodding and taking up some of each food. 

“Just watch me,” he explained, “and I’ll show you.” Starting with the corn, still fresh on its cob, Dean took it carefully in hand sideways, taking large bites, chewing and swallowing. He knew that Archangel understood the mechanics of food and consuming it, but to actually be -eating- well - he needed the help. 

The fish, next. Dean ate with his hands, showing as well the proper use of a fork, how to dip things into a delicious sauce. When he reached the steak, he slowly took up fork and knife, showing his boyfriend just how to cut up the steak to be eaten. Dean tried to be as careful and patient as he could as he taught him. 

[socalledrighteousman]

With another low growl, Dean found himself unable to be gentle or contain himself any further. He wildly moved against her, filling her up again and again as much as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla couldn’t help herself anymore, she moaned loudly as he moved inside her. Nails dug into his back while her walls contracted around him. Pleasure ran through her entire body.

[socalledrighteousman]

When he was finally spent, Dean found himself drifting into sleep beside her, even snoring lightly. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla’s face was covered with a smile as she watched him for a while. Her hand drifted through his hair and soon she fell asleep as well.

[socalledrighteousman]

Morning came sooner than perhaps Dean would have wanted it to, but he persevered nevertheless and yawned, watching Mikayla as he woke up. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla had still been sleeping peacefully, looking ever so calm and innocent. She wasn’t moving much and didn’t seem like waking up soon.

[socalledrighteousman]

Dean also wasn’t inclined to wake up as early as he did, but he also really didn’t have that much of a choice. He carefully disengaged himself from her, and dressed quickly before going to join the warriors who were gathered. 

[socalledrighteousman]

With another low growl, Dean found himself unable to be gentle or contain himself any further. He wildly moved against her, filling her up again and again as much as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla couldn’t help herself anymore, she moaned loudly as he moved inside her. Nails dug into his back while her walls contracted around him. Pleasure ran through her entire body.

[socalledrighteousman]

When he was finally spent, Dean found himself drifting into sleep beside her, even snoring lightly. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla’s face was covered with a smile as she watched him for a while. Her hand drifted through his hair and soon she fell asleep as well.

[socalledrighteousman]

Morning came sooner than perhaps Dean would have wanted it to, but he persevered nevertheless and yawned, watching Mikayla as he woke up. 

[socalledrighteousman]

With another low growl, Dean found himself unable to be gentle or contain himself any further. He wildly moved against her, filling her up again and again as much as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla couldn’t help herself anymore, she moaned loudly as he moved inside her. Nails dug into his back while her walls contracted around him. Pleasure ran through her entire body.

[socalledrighteousman]

When he was finally spent, Dean found himself drifting into sleep beside her, even snoring lightly. 

[socalledrighteousman]

With another low growl, Dean found himself unable to be gentle or contain himself any further. He wildly moved against her, filling her up again and again as much as he could. 

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you shall have it,” he said, and tugged even more at her clothes, kissing down her neck with deep passion and wanting. “I wish to make you feel so much,” he breathed into her skin. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Please make me,” she hummed, leaning into the kisses, “I want to feel everything, milord.”

At the same time Mikayla began tugging at his clothing.

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you will,” he promised her, and somewhat roughly began to undress her, a soft growl in his throat as he kissed her and continued to disrobe her as quickly as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Once Mikayla was fully revealed to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing against him in need to feel him.

Her hands threw off his clothing, pressing down his pants just enough to free him.

[socalledrighteousman]

With an eager sound, Dean pressed against her, allowing Mikayla to feel what she did to him before pressing in deep with one thrust, not stopping to let her adjust before he moved. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla gasped at the sensation of him filling her. She could feel another little sting at first but it was soon washed over by complete pleasure. Quiet moans left her as he moved within her.

[socalledrighteousman]

As if nothing would stop him, Dean moved in her, groaning softly, relishing in the feel of her around him. “Beautiful,” he praised as he looked down at her. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Dean,” she moaned out, clutching tight onto him as he moved inside her, relishing in the feeling of him inside her. Mikayla’s legs remained tight around him while her back arched off of the mattress.

[socalledrighteousman]

With a  low, soft rumble deep in his chest, Dean finally moved in her and then held still, filling her yet again. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

A quite louder moan escaped her as she felt his seed coating her walls, following shortly as she reached her orgasm.

[socalledrighteousman]

For as long as he could, the young Winchester remained inside her, kissing her deep and tenderly. “Mmm - beautiful,” he said to her.” 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Milord… You feel so good,” Mikayla had moaned softly, squeezing lightly around him. “I am yours, my body is yours… Take what is yours.”

[socalledrighteousman]

“Mine,” replied Dean with a light growl in his voice, “you do. You belong to me. Me; an’ no one else.” 

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you shall have it,” he said, and tugged even more at her clothes, kissing down her neck with deep passion and wanting. “I wish to make you feel so much,” he breathed into her skin. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Please make me,” she hummed, leaning into the kisses, “I want to feel everything, milord.”

At the same time Mikayla began tugging at his clothing.

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you will,” he promised her, and somewhat roughly began to undress her, a soft growl in his throat as he kissed her and continued to disrobe her as quickly as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Once Mikayla was fully revealed to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing against him in need to feel him.

Her hands threw off his clothing, pressing down his pants just enough to free him.

[socalledrighteousman]

With an eager sound, Dean pressed against her, allowing Mikayla to feel what she did to him before pressing in deep with one thrust, not stopping to let her adjust before he moved. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla gasped at the sensation of him filling her. She could feel another little sting at first but it was soon washed over by complete pleasure. Quiet moans left her as he moved within her.

[socalledrighteousman]

As if nothing would stop him, Dean moved in her, groaning softly, relishing in the feel of her around him. “Beautiful,” he praised as he looked down at her. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Dean,” she moaned out, clutching tight onto him as he moved inside her, relishing in the feeling of him inside her. Mikayla’s legs remained tight around him while her back arched off of the mattress.

[socalledrighteousman]

With a  low, soft rumble deep in his chest, Dean finally moved in her and then held still, filling her yet again. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

A quite louder moan escaped her as she felt his seed coating her walls, following shortly as she reached her orgasm.

[socalledrighteousman]

For as long as he could, the young Winchester remained inside her, kissing her deep and tenderly. “Mmm - beautiful,” he said to her.” 

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you shall have it,” he said, and tugged even more at her clothes, kissing down her neck with deep passion and wanting. “I wish to make you feel so much,” he breathed into her skin. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Please make me,” she hummed, leaning into the kisses, “I want to feel everything, milord.”

At the same time Mikayla began tugging at his clothing.

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you will,” he promised her, and somewhat roughly began to undress her, a soft growl in his throat as he kissed her and continued to disrobe her as quickly as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Once Mikayla was fully revealed to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing against him in need to feel him.

Her hands threw off his clothing, pressing down his pants just enough to free him.

[socalledrighteousman]

With an eager sound, Dean pressed against her, allowing Mikayla to feel what she did to him before pressing in deep with one thrust, not stopping to let her adjust before he moved. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla gasped at the sensation of him filling her. She could feel another little sting at first but it was soon washed over by complete pleasure. Quiet moans left her as he moved within her.

[socalledrighteousman]

As if nothing would stop him, Dean moved in her, groaning softly, relishing in the feel of her around him. “Beautiful,” he praised as he looked down at her. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Dean,” she moaned out, clutching tight onto him as he moved inside her, relishing in the feeling of him inside her. Mikayla’s legs remained tight around him while her back arched off of the mattress.

[socalledrighteousman]

With a  low, soft rumble deep in his chest, Dean finally moved in her and then held still, filling her yet again. 

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you shall have it,” he said, and tugged even more at her clothes, kissing down her neck with deep passion and wanting. “I wish to make you feel so much,” he breathed into her skin. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

“Please make me,” she hummed, leaning into the kisses, “I want to feel everything, milord.”

At the same time Mikayla began tugging at his clothing.

[socalledrighteousman]

“Then you will,” he promised her, and somewhat roughly began to undress her, a soft growl in his throat as he kissed her and continued to disrobe her as quickly as he could. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Once Mikayla was fully revealed to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing against him in need to feel him.

Her hands threw off his clothing, pressing down his pants just enough to free him.

[socalledrighteousman]

With an eager sound, Dean pressed against her, allowing Mikayla to feel what she did to him before pressing in deep with one thrust, not stopping to let her adjust before he moved. 

[mikaylabrynnwalker]

Mikayla gasped at the sensation of him filling her. She could feel another little sting at first but it was soon washed over by complete pleasure. Quiet moans left her as he moved within her.

[socalledrighteousman]

As if nothing would stop him, Dean moved in her, groaning softly, relishing in the feel of her around him. “Beautiful,” he praised as he looked down at her.