Mary is already married in the flashback: she's Mary Winchester!
But it really IS wild how this is in Emerson, Manitoba. ELEVEN HOURS FROM HOME. Dean was born January 24, 1979, so this is, from the looks of all that green, a little over a year later.
It's a werewolf she's "been tracking for a long time."
They had history! There's a Campbell story hidden in there somewhere, I think.
Her parents died in 1973, and she was ready to leave hunting (in words), but as usual, her actions tend to not quite align with her words. (Brat Mary 1 & 2). But SINCE then, it's like with Liddy Walsh: the minute people were in trouble, she's tripping over herself to get out there and DO something.
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Mary doesn't seem to be driving a stolen car, but a car that looks like her, a 70s blue Camaro.
it's likely something she owns, so John knows about this trip in one way or the other. Which means... she made up some excuse and left him home with the baby!
Ahh, and I love how in the next scene, Asa briefly balances Mary over two motifs: the duck (hunting) and the toy soldier.
Mary is the child-hunter soldier, after all.
An can I just say this is really cute?
I don't think Dean and Sam would knowingly let people take their photos, but I can imagine it happening. And it's hilarious, too, to think that Cas stoically LETS it happen, because he's a softie with kids, and there are pics of all of them scattered across boards and cell phones.
Anyway, he keeps writing to her too, and it's just!!!!
“Thank you very much for saving my life. I would not be here if you didn’t save me. I hope to see you again."
– asa”
Ugh, watching S12.E6 of supernatural for the first time. They made me care about this guy in less the 5 mins and then just have him die 😭 I'm so upset.
Author’s Note: Part nine of One Night at a Time series.
Summary: Y/n gets close with her old friend Asa after being sent away by Dean. Of course, that's not something Dean can allow.
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Asa Fox x Reader
Word count: 5836
Story Warnings: threats of harm to reader, poor self-esteem, angst, Jealous!Dean, Demon!Dean, Possessive!Dean, light stalking, unprotected sex, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, oral (fem and male rec), fingering, creampie, cum eating, bit of pain to the reader.
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"Of course you can stay with us. You know my mom loves you."
Lorraine Fox does not love me. Though...she does have a habit of extremely warm hugs. "That's an exaggeration. But, I really do appreciate you-"
"We'll get the guest room set up for you. You can stay as long as you need. And hey, it's been a long time since we did a job together, maybe we'll find something to work on."
I smile and pick up a hashbrown round from the bag sitting on my passenger seat and pop it in my mouth. "We haven't worked together since, what, '09?"
"Summer of 2010. That witch in Pensacola," he reminds me.
"That’s right! God, you saved my ass on that one!" That witch would have killed me if Asa hadn't forced witch-killing potion down her throat.
"I was just returning the favor for the poltergeist fiasco in 2004."
I laugh at the memory. "Oh, God, that was so bad! I have never had to literally drag a full-grown man out of a burning house! A house he set on fire!"
"It was an accident! The lamp hit the curtains! Who has kerosene lamps in their house?!"
We both chuckle for a few moments before I clear my throat. "Thanks again, Asa. I'm, uh, about four hours out. I'll get back on the road and see you soon."
"Looking forward to it, darlin'."
Asa's sweet. I'm glad to have a friend like him. Oh, wait! I do have friends other than Matilda!
Weird.
I get back on the road and drive up the rest of the way to Manning. Lorraine opens the door of their glorious manor as I pull into the gravel lot outside. "Mrs. Fox! It's been a long time!" I shout as I get out of the car.
"It's been years, girl!" she exclaims, smiling as she walks over to meet me as I pull my bag out of the backseat. "Where did you disappear to?"
I bite my lip as I turn to her. "Things got pretty crazy."
"Where'd your scar go?" She reaches up and runs her finger over my cheek where my scar used to be.
"Oh. Um...got healed by a faith healer."
"Well, that's wonderful! You look gorgeous, honey." My cheeks heat up as she runs her fingers over my hair. It has been a long time since I had anyone be...nice to me. "Why don't you come in? We'll get you settled in the guest room next to Asa's and you can tell me how crazy things got."
"Is Asa home yet?" I ask, shutting the door and following her.
"He's on his way back from a...a siren, I think. He'll be home soon." I nod as we head into the foyer and up the stairs. I drop my bag on the bed. I can see the room's been recently dusted and the linens on the bed have been recently changed. There are fresh flowers on the dresser, too.
Okay, Lorraine might like me.
"You want some coffee? Let's go on down to the kitchen."
We sit at the kitchen table and have some coffee. I tell Lorraine about the Apocalypse and sending Marco down. I tell her about Dean and moving into the Bunker...I leave out the part where he put a knife to my throat, though. Don't want her too worried.
"He just got really, I dunno, dark after he got that Mark. I...couldn’t stay."
"He obviously didn't care about you, Y/n. You followed him for too long with no reward. I'm proud of you for finally standing up for yourself!"
Not exactly how that went, Lorraine, but thank you. I run my finger over the edge of the cup and shrug. "I probably would have stayed if it weren’t for the Mark. He's the only guy who's ever…" I trail off. He's not the only guy who ever gave me attention. He's just the only one I ever thought might want something real with me. I was so stupid to hope. "He said he wanted to build a relationship with me. I've never had that. It was enticing. But he didn't want a relationship. He just wanted a fuck buddy."
"You deserve so much more, Y/n. You deserve something real!" She leans forward to look me in the eye. "You deserve a man who will treat you right."
"Lorraine, that is so easy to say but not so easy to find." I shake my head. "I'm a hunter...been a hunter for fifteen years. I've got no chance with any guy that's not a hunter and I'm not aware of many hunter men that would treat me right. Hunters are, generally, a one-night stand sort of animal."
She sighs and leans back again. "Well, maybe you just gotta get close to someone and let him fall for you. If they've been raised up right, they'll treat you right."
I give her a tight smile. I'm not sure how many hunters other than her son and me that she's met, but it's a bit of a pipe dream to find a hunter that's been raised up right...unless maybe I can find one that's new to the life.
"Maybe I'm just better off alone."
"Don't let that Dean jerk turn you off from men. You don't want to end up a lonely old lady like me, do you?"
I chuckle. "Nothing wrong with being alone."
"Woman like you shouldn't be alone," a deep voice says, coming into the kitchen. Asa.
I smile and stand up to greet him. "How you doing, Asa?"
"Pretty good. Glad to see you, darlin'." He wraps his arms around me in a hug and I return the embrace. "Been too long since I've seen this beautiful face," he says, leaning back to smile at me.
"She had a faith healer fix her scars," Lorraine says.
Asa looks down at my chest, where the thickest scar used to be. He saw it, back in '08 when he dressed a bullet wound on my shoulder. "All of 'em?"
I nod. "Yeah. All of 'em. He was an Angel."
"Well, you look amazing, but...ya know, scars are sexy," he says. "That one on your stomach was badass."
"Well, chicks dig scars, Ace...men generally don't."
"Well, there's always an exception, Y/n." He smiles and so do I. He's a good friend. "Not that you need to worry 'bout it anymore. Did Mom set you up in a room?"
"Yes. Right next to you. We get to be neighbors for a while."
He laughs. "Well, I'll be sure to keep the noise down, neighbor."
"All right. Let's grab a few beers from the fridge and you can fill me in on how you ended up needing a place to stay."
"Sounds great."
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"The Mark of Cain, huh?" Asa takes a drink of his beer and shakes his head. "Damn. That is a whole other level of crazy."
"Yep...and it's driving him a whole other level of crazy. He was gonna kill me if I didn't get out of there."
"Well, it's a blessing he sent you off, then."
"That was a setup by a psychic friend of mine. She gave me some advice that she told me was gonna do one thing but it was actually a way to get out of the Bunker and have it be Dean's idea."
Asa's eyebrows scrunch together and he sets the beer down on the table. The firelight from the study fireplace is flickering across his face. "You couldn't just leave?"
I shake my head. "He's always had this thing about me leaving him. Abandonment issues, I guess." I lick my lips and shrug. "He would have found me. He's done it before."
"Well...I'm glad I could provide a safe place for you to hide."
"I'm not hiding, Ace." I take a drink of beer and clear my throat. "He sent me away. He won't come looking for me. He doesn't care...never has." Well, that's a painful truth. "I'm kinda looking forward to being out from under his thumb, actually. I have spent years pining over him like an idiot. Really hasn't been worth it."
"He really has no clue what he threw away, does he?"
I laugh and shake my head. "Dean's like you, man. He can get any woman he wants."
He smirks. "Well, we'll just have to see if I can get any woman I want."
"I'm more than willing to be your wingwoman," I volunteer as he picks up his beer from the table. It's been a while since we hit a bar together. We spent a few fun nights with beers and dancing. I always helped him pick a hot chick to take back to the motel. Friends do that for each other, right? So Asa is a friend.
He laughs and shakes his head. "Maybe another time. Tonight is about you being away from your crazy ex; safe here."
"Is he really my ex if we weren't really dating?"
"I'd say so, but I'm also not the type to force a woman to stay with me for years without putting a ring on her finger."
I lean my shoulder into his and laugh. "You never keep a woman around for more than a night at a time!"
"Because I don't wanna settle down! I've got a system, Y/n."
"At least you're honest with yourself and all those women...unlike someone."
"All right, just gotta get your mind off of him. You and me, we're gonna take a few days to relax here and then we’re gonna go find something to kill, eh? That sound good?”
I smile and nod at him, lifting the beer for a cheers. “Sounds awesome, Asa.”
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Sam called while Asa and I were on a job. “Dean’s gone,” he said. Of course that required a lot of clarification. Dean’s gone often, ya know? Hell, Purgatory, random women's beds, Vegas that one time. Stabbed in the abdomen by an Angel blade wielded by a megalomaniacal Angel.
Dead. Gone, in this instance, means Dean is dead.
I shouldn’t be crying. I shouldn’t be hyperventilating and sobbing like this. I can barely get the words out of me when Asa asks me what’s wrong. For several hours, the words won’t come out. I can allude to them enough that Asa figures out why I’m crying and he tries to comfort me, but the liquor he leaves to buy doesn’t do anything but make me drunk and sad.
I wake up hungover and depressed...but I can get the words out now. “Why am I so sad that Dean’s dead? He never did a damn thing but use me.” I stand on shaky legs and grab a bottle of water from the minifridge. Yeah, exactly, Y/n. He fucking used me. Only thing he ever did for me was help me exorcise Marco and ya know what? I was fucking doing just fine before he decided that I needed his help. I didn’t need his fucking help. I never needed his help. He needed my help and my body and my devotion. I gave him so much and what did I get in return?
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” Asa asks as he wakes up and stretches.
“You shoulda made me drink water last night. I’m dehydrated as fuck,” I groan before taking his example and stretching out some of my muscles. “But I’m not sad about it anymore. I’m pissed he let Metatron fuck him over like that...but he fucked me over more than once. I’m not saying he deserved to die like that, but...I’m not gonna keep mourning him just because I made up a bunch of ‘mighta-beens’. Our relationship was never anything real...despite my personal wishes. So...I wish him happiness in Heaven and I will pray for his soul but I'm done wasting tears on him. Just time to move on."
Asa smiles and gets out of bed, coming over to hug me. "Let me take you out tonight. When's the last time you went dancing?"
I snort. "I don't dance. Do you dance?"
"I know my way around a two-step. I'll teach you."
I agree, just to have the image in my head of Asa Fox, legendary hunter, dancing a two-step in a country bar.
He's weirdly good, though. It takes a few whiskeys to loosen me up enough but then he's got me stepping and stomping across the dance floor. He's twirling me around and we're laughing and everything seems better. Asa is a torch in the darkness.
"You had fun tonight, didn't ya?" He opens the door to our motel room and I twirl through the door. "Didn't know you could move like that."
"I'm not usually a dancer, but damn, I learned a thing or two from you tonight! You were all boot-scootin' boogie! I'm exhausted!"
He shuts the door behind him and pulls his jacket off. Oh, I should do that, too. Asa's biting his lip. Oh, I just realized, "I forgot to wingwoman for you! You didn't get a pickup!"
He shakes his head. "Didn't bring you to wingwoman for me, darling."
My eyebrows come together. "Well, no, we went to dance but-"
He's either moving a lot faster than I'm expecting or I'm drunker than I thought because he's suddenly in front of me and he's got his hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he's tilted my head back and I'm looking up into his eyes and, whoa, when did his eyes get so intense?
"I don't need you to wing for me because the woman I want to take back to the motel is already in the room with me."
What? He's--what? No. Asa can't…
"What?"
"You're the most oblivious woman in the world," he says with a laugh. "I've been tryin' to get you in bed since we met."
"We met more than a decade ago!" No way. Just...not possible.
"I'm apparently a patient man." His smile goes soft. "You weren’t getting it, though, so I thought I'd give you a hand."
My jaw drops a little. "But you-"
"I have been flirting with you for years. Even my mom know I want a shot with-"
I pull away a bit but he doesn't release his hold on me. "This is weird. You want me...for ten years of want?"
He answers with a kiss. Asa, the hunter playboy...a bearded Canadian version of Dean...is kissing me. Not friends, then.
He pulls back and looks down into my eyes. “I know you’re not ready yet, after everything with Dean, but like I said, I’m a patient man. I’ll wait.” He gives me another kiss and then he walks away to the bathroom.
What? But...He likes me? No way.
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I’m kinda ashamed at how quickly I ended up with Asa, but...well, it’s not like I didn’t already know him and trust him with my life. It’s not like jumping in bed with a random guy in a bar. It’s different. It’s Asa. After I make sure he’s not a demon or a shifter or some other monster, I’m surprisingly okay to sleep with him.
He’s not as good as Dean, but I doubt anyone will ever match up to Dean. Dean was...well, he had something to prove most of the time. Asa is willing to put in the time, but he’s not as attentive. He doesn’t adapt to figure out what I need at any given moment and I’m just happy to have someone want me again so I’m not going to tell him what I need. I guess that’s on me, then, right?
We're working a case that seems like a straightforward cursed painting. Painting keeps getting sold at estate and yard sales and then someone in the house disappears. I haven't had a chance to look at the thing up close because the auction house that took control of the painting after the last disappearance didn't believe me that I was an insurance agent looking into a stolen Manet. I need to make some damn IYS credentials so they'll let me in the Acquisitions room.
I walk into the motel room and drop the keys on the table, going for my laptop to dummy up a badge to take to Kinko's.
"Your new partner's got a badass scar on his face." I freeze. No. It can't be. "You two coulda been twins before Cas fixed your shit."
It’s like my whole body has been doused in freezing sludge as I turn to him with heaviness in my limbs. Dean is sitting on the dresser, flatscreen TV is on the floor...cracked to shit. He’s got a bottle of tequila next to him, glass in his hand. That ugly bone blade is on the other side of the bottle. His hair is gelled different and that look in his eyes is...weird. This is not Dean.
“You’re dead. Sam told me Metatron killed you. You’re dead,” I repeat.
“Correction: Metatron was too much of a bitch to finish the job.” He jumps down off the dresser and sets the glass down where his ass was parked. “Speaking of bitches, you moved on quick.”
What? Really? “He’s a friend…and you almost killed me and then you kicked me out. I was supposed to just keep pining for you?”
He smiles and it makes me cringe. It’s not right. It’s not Dean. “I sent you away because I was scared of what I could do to you. I’m completely in control of myself now.” He steps closer and that gives me a jolt of adrenaline that breaks the sludge feeling. I jump at my weapons bag. If I can get my Angel blade-
He grabs my arm and pulls me up against him. He’s like lightning. What the fuck?!
“I’d rather you didn’t start a fight just yet, sweetheart. It’s not one you’d win.”
“What are you?” I demand. He’s not Dean.
“I’m still Dean, baby, I’m just...new and improved.” What does that mean? He smiles and runs his hand up to my neck. “See, this Mark on my arm that you protested so hard against? It won’t let me die. Little silver lining that Crowley dismissed as legend and Cain didn’t warn me about.” You didn’t listen to the warnings, you dumbass! “So, I woke up with a brand new attitude and a desire to get out and have a little fun. Imagine my disappointment when I catch up with my girl and she’s with another man.”
“‘My girl’? Since fucking when?” I snap. “You treated me like shit, Dean. You treated me like trash and then you threw me away so what do you want from me?”
His fingers tighten around my neck. He doesn’t cut off my airway, but it’s scary that he’s in a position to do so if he wanted. “You have been mine for fuckin’ years, Y/n,” he growls. “After Elizabethville, I couldn’t get you out of my head. No woman I ever fucked made me see the truth of myself like you did. That hit a chord.” My heart is pounding as he tucks his fingers directly underneath my jaw. “Fact that I fell for you over that shit is insane, but the fact that Lilith figured it out before I did is even worse, huh?”
Lilith?
He chuckles and I shiver as he leans down next to my ear. “You didn’t know? Meg told you why Marco targeted you, remember?” I swallow. “She wanted to break me by taking you away.” I can’t keep the gasp in. That’s not...he can’t...how he treated me… “Ooh. Love it when you gasp. Wonder how many other sounds I can get outta you.”
“You...didn’t...you don’t-”
“Oh, I don’t right now,” he interrupts, nipping at my earlobe. “But I did. It’s why I couldn’t stand to watch you leave. It’s why it killed me to make you leave, but I wasn’t gonna let myself hurt you anymore. If I hadn’t thrown you away like trash, I would have eviscerated you. Kinda think that woulda been worse, don’t you?”
“But you were so-”
“You think I know how to be in love? That shit’s scarier than any god or monster we ever been up against. I kept you at a distance because-”
“It wasn’t just distance! You were an ass!”
His fingers tighten a bit as I talk over him. “Because I was afraid of letting you get too close. But you’ve been mine for years, Y/n, and I really don’t appreciate seeing you with someone else.”
“I’m not with Asa, I’m just-”
“I watched you with him last night,” he cuts me off, pulling back to look me in my eyes. He was watching? “Ya think he knows you fake your orgasms?” My jaw drops a bit. How does Dean know I faked it last night? He smirks and runs his thumb across my jawline. “See, I’ve committed your O-face to memory, baby. Used to replay it in quiet personal moments when I needed that last push to tip me over. You didn’t cum last night. Be honest, he doesn’t get you there, does he?”
“I...I don’t...that’s not important.”
“Oh? Your pleasure isn’t important? I made it a priority every time we fucked.”
“He’s nice to me. He’s...he doesn’t lie about what he wants from me. He’s honest about-”
“He’s a dud in the sack and probably not good on a hunt if his scars are any indication.”
“He doesn’t treat me as expendable!” I hiss. “He doesn’t push me away because he’s scared of feeling things!”
“Oh, I don’t really feel things anymore so that’s not a problem now. What’s a problem-” He bumps his nose against mine and brushes his lips over mine. “-is that you’re mine and you’ve been fucking another guy.”
“Dean, I-”
“So, I’m gonna have to remind you who you belong to.” When did he get so possessive?
He kisses me hard and I whimper as he pulls my suit jacket off, yanking the fabric down my arms roughly. He growls as he grabs my white button-up blouse and rips it open. The buttons go flying as he shoves his tongue in my mouth. I should be doing something. I should be stopping him. I should be doing anything other than grabbing his jacket to ground myself as he unzips my skirt and pushes me backward onto the bed. He falls with me, immediately kissing down my neck and in-between my cleavage. God, his lips are so perfect.
His hand moves between my legs and I feel my nylons rip as he digs his nails into them. For some reason, that makes me clench hard around nothing. His fingertips rub at my pussy through my panties and I can feel how wet I am. Why am I so wet already?
“You missed me.” It’s not a question. “You hated bein’ used but you missed the way I used you.” Fuck, he’s right. No one will ever match up. His fingers slip under my underwear and along my pussy lips. “Ooh. Baby, you’re so wet.”
“W-wait,” I whimper. I just need a minute to think before this goes too far. “I need a minute.”
“Too bad.” He bites at the swell of my breast and I gasp. “I’m not gonna give you time to question. All I want you to do is moan and gasp and scream.” One of his fingers slides into me and I bite my lip. He’s so good with his hands. He’s so fucking amazing. I can’t--oh! There’s that curl he does. “Just like that.”
He pulls down my white lace bra and starts licking and sucking at my nipple, worrying the puckered-up bud with his teeth as he fucks that finger in and out of me. His finger’s so thick but nowhere close to what’s in his pants. I don’t want to want him or what's in his pants, but fuck I can't help it. I can't help the way I melt under his attentions.
He gets his teeth into my nipple and I moan as he tugs it before moving to the other side. My bra is shoved down under my boobs, pushing them up like a Wonderbra and he's still got the finger going, curling and pressing at my inner walls and I just…
"I need more," I whine. He chuckles into my breast and sucks hard. I arch up from the mattress and he sits back to smirk down at me.
"You need more, huh? Admit that Scarface hasn't been scratchin' your itch."
I make a squeaky noise as he curls his finger right into my g-spot. "He hasn't!" I clench my eyes shut and roll my hips up. "Please, Dean."
His thumb finds my clit and I gasp, but when he gets a second finger into me I moan like a whore. "Tell me what you want. You know I'd never leave you hanging, baby. Tell me how you want your first one."
I can't help but think about the way his tongue feels. He hasn't eaten me since Crowley was in the dungeon of the Bunker. "Your tongue. God, I've missed your tongue so much."
He smirks again as he looks down at me. "I'm sure you have. I've missed tasting your sweet fucking pussy." He twists his fingers in me and starts moving down my body, settling between my thighs…exactly where I want him. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh and I gasp. "Music to my ears."
He keeps twisting his fingers against my walls as he kisses my skin. Fuck, it feels so good. It's not long before I'm begging for him to put his tongue where I need it.
But he doesn't. He wants to torture me. Is this revenge for sleeping with Asa?
"I think…" he starts as his fingers still. "You haven’t missed me enough.”
What? “What d-does that mean?” He doesn’t answer, he just goes back to nipping at my thigh again, but now his fingers are just in me...doing nothing and it’s maddening. It’s frustrating. It’s horrible. “Dean, please, god, do something!”
He just chuckles and something snaps. I reach down and grab his hair. The gel breaks apart as I yank on the locks, shoving his face into my crotch and grinding upward. I can hear him growl into my cunt, but he takes the hint to stop fucking around. My fingers tighten in his hair as he starts licking at my pussy like a starving man. His fingers start fucking in and out of me. His lips wrap around my clit. He nibbles lightly on my outer lips. I cum, harder than I have in a very long time, on his fingers.
He crawls up my body and buries his face in my neck, biting lightly at my shoulder as he gropes at my breast. “That’s a good girl. Knew you had it in you to take what you wanted.” He leans back and starts to pull his red flannel off. “My turn to get what I want. Take the rest of the clothes off.”
I nod lethargically and start to pull my blouse off. He ruined this shirt. Dammit. Maybe I can find the buttons and sew them back on? “Move faster or I’m gonna rip that pretty lace set off’a you, too,” he warns...so I move faster to get nude. I toss the nylons in the trashcan right before he grabs me and tosses me to the bed. I bounce a couple times before shuffling backward to get my head on the pillow. “Ooh. Look at you. So fuckin’ sexy.”
Dean looks amazing, but kinda predatory, as he climbs on the bed. “You gonna suck this thing for me? You know you love havin’ this cock in your throat.” I look down at Dean’s hand wrapped around his dick. I really do love sucking his cock. Always have.
I push him backward and position myself between his knees, taking his cock in my hand and licking at the head. He’s already got precum leaking. Fuck, he tastes so much better than Asa.
He praises me as I start taking him down. He hasn’t praised me since before Kevin died so hearing “That fuckin’ magic mouth,” and “Take me so good, baby,” and “Never had it so good as you,” is getting me even wetter than I already am. I need him inside me.
I suck hard as I pull off of his cock and look down at him. “Can I?” I ask, gesturing at his lap.
“You wanna ride, Cowgirl? Go for it.” He hasn't called me that in years.
I throw my leg over his lap to straddle him, lifting up and reaching between us to grab him and line him up with my pussy. I sink down on him and bite my lip. It feels so fucking good. He stretches me better than anybody ever has. I try to give myself a few moments to adjust but he thrusts his hips up and makes me scream.
"Said 'ride', sweetheart."
I nod and start to roll my hips. There's a sharp pain and I hiss. Too fast, started too fast...not that Dean seems to care. He just bites his lip and reaches around to grab a handful of each asscheek, coaxing me to move faster. I do.
Despite the pain in my pussy, the pleasure is more impressive. It's not long before I'm bouncing, riding him for all I can, chasing the pleasure of his dick pushing and pulling at my insides, his cockhead ramming my cervix in a painful but beautiful way. It’s so good and when he starts lifting his hips to thrust into me on the downstroke, I scream again.
When I fall forward and brace my hands on his chest in exhaustion, or maybe it's because I'm overwhelmed, he takes over and there's nothing I can do but hang on for dear life. Not that I can hang on to anything with the way he's gathered my wrists behind me and pressed them into my lower back. My cheek is against his tattoo as he fucks into me hard. I can't speak. I can't move. I can only take what he's doing and moan about it.
It feels so fucking good, though.
"So fuckin' tight," he grunts before letting go of my wrists and pushing me off of him. I bounce off the mattress again and pant up at him as he covers my body with his. "Know what? Think I'm really gonna make you mine this time. What do you say?"
He doesn't give me a chance to answer before he's feeding his cock into me again. He moves slow for a few thrusts...but then he's hammering into me and I'm biting down hard on my bottom lip to hold in the screams that desperately want to escape. I can't even question what that means because my brain is occupied with "Feels better than anything, can't wait to cum again, God I missed him and it's only been a couple months".
He presses open-mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder as he fucks me and I hold on to his shoulders. He grunts, his breath catches, his cock pulses, he keeps fucking me for a few moments, but he’s...softer? Shit. Did he cum?
“Did you-”
“Gonna be drippin’ outta you for hours.” My eyes go wide as he pulls out of me and leans back on his heels. He tilts his head as he looks down at my pussy. “All mine now, aren’t you?”
“Dean, you...you’ve never-”
“‘Bout time I did, isn’t it? Oh no,” he says, a mocking look of concern on his face as he reaches out and runs a finger around my entrance. There’s blood and cum on his finger when he brings it up to his eye level. I knew I ripped something, dammit! “Baby girl’s got a booboo. Let me kiss it and make it better.”
What?
He’s back between my thighs, running his tongue along my slit and down to my entrance, swirling around me before I can say anything. It’s an insanely dirty and amazing thing...it’s hot as fuck that he’s eating blood and his own cum out of me. Fuck, that should not be as sexy as it is. Why is this so hot? Fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s got his tongue inside of me. Oh, and now he’s sucking my clit and I’m right on the edge. Let me cum. Let me cum. Let me cum.
“Please, let me cum!” I beg, and he chuckles before pressing his fingers into me and pressing my g-spot. I shudder when I cum, barely holding in the guttural moan I wanna let out. He licks his lips as he sits back again. “Oh, fuck.” I’m panting.
“Don’t think I need to tell you to leave him, do I?” he says as he climbs off the bed. What? He’s just gonna lay claim and then leave? And order me to leave Asa? What the fuck?
“Dean, what-”
“I’m not stickin’ around. I got shit to do, but I’ve made it clear, haven’t I?” He turns to me as he pulls his shirt on. Fear washes over me like a tidal wave when his eyes go black. He’s a demon?! How? He’s still got his anti-possession tattoo! “You’re mine. If I see you with that scarred-up bastard again...he won’t be the only one with scars. Get me?”
“How are you...I saw your tattoo is…”
He smiles cruelly. “Tattoo keeps me from getting possessed. I ain’t possessed. The Mark fucked my soul. Made me better. You’re welcome.” He winks and pulls his jeans on. “Make sure you’re outta here before your friend shows up.”
“I’m not going with you?” I ask. He’s really just gonna leave? Wham, bam, leave your friend, thank you ma’am?
“You’d be a drag on my plans. Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll find you when I want you again.”
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I snap, standing and glaring up at him and his stupid black eyes. "You run me down, stalk me, break into my room, fuck me, lay claim to me as yours, cum inside of me when we both know I'm not on birth control and then you're just gonna leave?!"
He nods and his eyes go green again. "Yeah, sounds about right." He smirks. "I'll see you again. Don't worry 'bout it." He doesn't even tie his boots before he grabs his jacket and heads for the door. "If I see you with him again, I'll rip you to pieces. See ya next time, baby."
actually, SPN is a #feminist show, because the argument of “hmm, this person secretly procreated and had some illegitimate children around -whose life they don't seem that involved on-; so maybe their life of heroism, despite them clearly loving it and enjoying every minute of it, wasn’t so empty after all!!” was used with a guy :DD
They really hammering Mary Winchester with triggers. IN Asa Fox, someone was tied to the ceiling. Drops of blood fell on the dead body. SAM and Mary found them.
