Midnight Relief
III. Dean Winchester
Context: Dean always had a problem with nightmares while you were together, especially when they were about you. During one of the random nights you find him in the kitchen so you decide to help him out...with your hands down his pants while he's leaning over the counter top.
Smut, Handjob, no penetration.
2.6k Words
All Dean could see when he opened his eyes was the orange burst of flames spreading across his bedroom ceiling, the roar of the flames so deafening that he couldn't hear himself yell. Seeing the only woman he truly loved staring back at him he scrambled back against the headboard, for a few seconds he could only watch in horror as you were being held captive by the heat. Tears began to spill from his eyes as he saw your pale face contorted in a dark endless agony, he rushes to his feet while still on the bed attempting to reach you as he yells your name. Asking you to answer him, to reach for him, do something other than stare at him. The bedroom door crashes open as Sam appears, seeing your figure brings back painful memories of Jessica. The horror, the pain, the shock, the smell. He shakes himself out of the vision and sees Dean standing on the bed, he rushes over and grabs him to pull him away from the flame. Dean didn't want to leave , he began to scream so loud he could lose his voice but he couldn't care less about it, he only cared about you. He had to get away from his brother and get to you down. He couldn't let you stay up there, he couldn't lose you, he couldn't bare the burden of being another Winchester losing the love of their life to the very thing that started their journey, he couldn't take the failure of not being able to keep the promise of protecting you. The door slammed in his face as Sam successfully dragged him out the room, the heavy wood slammed into his nose before he jolted upward sweat drenched heart racing.
He looks to his right and see your peaceful sleeping figure, safe, he takes a sigh of relief then looks to his left at the alarm clock. A bright neon red reads 03:00 AM stares back at him, lighting up the dark room and burning his pupils slightly. He leans forward holding his head and threading his fingers into his hair as he tries to calm his breathing and heart rate. You were here right next to him, he lifts his head to look at the ceiling and seeing the cold concrete sends a shiver through his body. The thought of you up there and not right next to him still too fresh and too vivid on his mind.
Turning back to your sleeping body he puts his hand on your side, feeling your steady even breaths, feeling your warmth and your soft skin, glad that he was only dreaming. 'That's all it was,' he tells himself, 'only a dream.' He was relieved he didn't have to live the curse of his bloodline, at least not right now. He knows he won't be able to go back to sleep now, he wouldn't want to anyway. Why would he risk going to sleep to see the same scene. He slips out of bed gently, turns to cover your upper half with the blanket and turns to exit the bedroom. He leaves the door slightly cracked just in case you needed him.
Making his way down the hall into the kitchen, he takes in the quiet, half listening for you and half listening for a threat. He flips the switch as he enters the room and hisses as he momentarily blinds himself. Once his pupils are adjusted to the bright lights, he makes his way over to the fridge and grabs a water bottle from the second shelf. Bringing the bottle to his lips the dream begins to slowly tuck itself in the back of his mind with each cold sip. The fear of losing you rattles in his bones and settles in his core. Dean didn't know what he would do if he had to live without you, hell, he didn't think he could. Maybe he would just take himself out that night just to see you again.
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While he was trying to compose himself in the kitchen, you stirred in your sleep, turning to your other side to grab onto Dean. Except, you only found bed sheet and blanket so you move your arm franticly, opening your eyes when you feel nothing. You sit up and look around the room, the crack from the door allowing some light in, he was nowhere to be found. Looking over at the clock you see 03:23 AM and can't help but wonder if he had another dream or if he was having some insomnia, both were common for this time of morning. Rubbing your eyes, you let the blanket slide off you as you get out of bed and stand up. You feel the cold chill of the air hitting your nipples and remember you're not wearing any clothes so you grab one of Dean's shirts off the corner of the bed, slipping the soft material over your frame. The lights blind you as you open the door to the hallway, so you stand in the doorway for a minute to let your eyes adjust before you went on your wild Winchester hunt.
Once adjusted, you take a step forward and a hiss escapes you as the cold tiles penetrates your soft naked soles. "We should really invest in heated floors, or rugsâŠor something." You tiredly mumble under your breath and head towards the direction of Dean calls the "man cave". Once you reach the door and peek inside you notice he's not in any of the chairs so, you make your way to the bathrooms, which you find out quickly are also empty. Your next thought is to check the kitchen, then the library and war room, then finally the garage to see it maybe he was working on baby. As your walking down the hall you look into the kitchen and stop in your tracks as you see Dean with his back to the door. Smiling softly you notice the way his t-shirt hugs his frame, the way his corded muscles flex as he take a sip of his drink while he's swiping on his phone with his other hand. You can see a peek of the hand print scar on his arm from Cas brought him back to you all those years ago and move your eyes to his shoulders blades, looking at the defined muscles from years of hunting and the sexy dip of his spine that sends tingles into your cunt, waking her up. The thought of covering him in bruises and your scratches fully brings you out of your tired stupor. You just might have a special way of comforting and getting him back into the bed.
You quietly pad into the room and sneak behind him, snaking your hands lightly around his waist then up to his chest while allowing your cheek to rest against the hard wall of a man in front of you. "Hey baby." he says quietly, the rumble of his voice vibrating in your skin. "I could never sneak up on you, could I Winchester?" You ask as your hands glide over his chest down to his soft abdomen, he chuckles slightly shaking his head no. "Had another dream?" You ask into his back, taking in his earthy scent like you're trying to memorize each note while you leave small circle with your thumbs. "Yeah." he replies softly, "just couldn't go back to sleep afterwards. I didn't wake you did I?" You love how thoughtful and gentle he is with you, the most dangerous man turned to putty whenever it was just the two of you. "You didn't wake me up getting out of bed but, I did notice that you weren't in bed so I had to come check on you." Answering honestly feeling a little sad knowing that you couldn't stop the dreams from visiting him, but you did do everything in your power to be there for him and comfort him.
"I'm sorry." His voice low and guilty. Shaking your head, you move your hands from his chest, to the mid-section then down to his hips. "You don't have to apologize. I missed you anyway." Your fingers slide into his plaid pj pants as you groan feeling that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Making your way lower you find his happy trail and you follow the soft trimmed hair all the way down until you make contact with the soft skin of his cock, feeling how hard he already was. You hum into his back as you wrap your hand around the base of the shaft, feeling him jump in your palm. "You're already so hard baby." He groans as you teasingly begin to move your hand up to the tip, your feel precum leaking from him and swipe your finger over the slit spreading it over the sensitive head.
You enjoy the way he sighs and leans into your skilled hands as you begin to pump his large cock, starting from the tip down the base and back up. You could never get enough of it, of him. Dean feels his breath get caught in his chest, the feeling of your soft body against his back and sweet scent makes his head buzz slightly. He's so intoxicated on you. He loves when you take over for him, you're usually face down in the mattress, mascara running down your face staining the sheets or on your knees choking yourself on his cock. He loves taunting you into worshiping his cock while he abuses your pretty pussy so much that you can't sit right the next day. He, like every other man, needs the occasional nights of being your bitch though. Every tough blood thirsty hunter needs to be under the mercy of a bratty cock addicted woman every once in a while, needs to be tied to the bed while you shove your dripping wet pussy onto his face until your thighs are shaking around your head, needs to be used to so much he can't physically cum for the rest of the night.
While he's lost in his mind and the pleasure you're giving him, you remove your right hand from his cock earning a whine from Dean. He then watches from the corner of his eye as you bring the palm to your mouth and lick it generously. You drool all over your fingers and stare into his green eyes as your tongue splits between your fingers. His green eyes watches you intently, wishes you'd use that tongue on him. Once it's as wet as you want it to be, you bring your hand back into his pants and grab the tip before stroking his member a little faster, squeezing the base each time you reach the bottom. Dean tilts his head back and closes his eyes while soft low moans escaping him without his permission. Sneaking your left hand down from his hip to cup his heavy balls, goosebumps rising on his skin as you begin to massage the spheres. His hand to moves from the counter to your forearm. "You like that baby?" You ask, your voice slightly husky. "Yes." he responds with closed eyes, attempting to feel more pleasure by taking his sight away from your hands on his cock. You slowly pump him a few more times before your remove your left hand to tug at the hem of his shirt, signaling him to take it off and he complies.
You stare at his back for a second before your lips make contact with his freckled skin and your hand returns back into his pants, you grab the base of his length and balls. making your hand a makeshift cock ring, you then apply enough pressure to cut off his incoming orgasm for a little longer. Cutting off the blood flow somehow makes his length harder and your mouth waters just at the feeling of how heavy and warm he is in your hands. You want to drop to your knees and choke yourself so bad, but you know he needs this more than you do so you focus on stroking him faster. Dean feels your hand tighten around him as your lips meet his back again, he sucks in a breath when you begin to nibble and bite. You leave teeth marks and bruises, evidence that THE Dean Winchester belongs to you. He begins to whine your name quietly, his usually rough and gravely voice is a pitch higher as he's borderline begging. "Sweetheart please." The crack in his voice makes you chuckle as you then plant a kiss between his shoulder blades.
"Please what?" The hand around the base tightens, cutting off a little more blood flow, "You have to ask for what you want, I can't read your mind." Oh but you wish you could, you wish you could know how much stroking his cock with your spit while you mark his back really makes him feel. Dean's knuckles turns white as he grips harder onto the table, fully under your control, entranced in the way you squeeze him and swipe your fingers over the swollen tip, in the way you're spreading his precum mixed with your spit all over his length.
You don't hear a please after a couple minutes and you really don't want to ask again so you loosen your left hand on the base of his cock and shift your hand up and down faster. Dean's hips begin to jerk into your hands as he whines your name and his hair begins to stick to his forehead from him starting to sweat a little. "I'm so close." He's trying his hardest to hold back his moans so he doesn't wake up Sam. You go faster trying to get him as close to the edge as fast as you can. "I'm going to cum." As soon as he says this, you move your hands away from his cock and ruining his orgasm. "Fuck!" Dean yells and throws himself forward against the counter, his eyes clamped shut, his mouth slack in a silent scream, with his arms and his legs shaking as he cums into his pants. You watch with a smug grin hearing him whimper as he rides out the pleasure. After a minute, he turns around and looks down at you with his head tilted down, his eyes look black instead of green from how big his pupils are. "Why did you do that?" He asks with a growl and you shrug.
"You didn't ask like I asked you to, so you didn't get to cum with my touch." Taking a step forward you're now flush against him, his eyes staring into yours as you place your hands on his chest and lean up to give him a long kiss. When you pull apart, you look at him from beneath your lashes, "But, if you ask nicelyâŠI might let you try with some other part of me." Dean's eyebrows raise for a second, then rubs his hands down your back to grab your ass. He taps you, signaling for you to jump so you do, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms are hooked around his neck on his strong shoulders. Your tongues explore each others while he makes his way out of the kitchen, then he abruptly stops in the doorway, and turns back into the kitchen to grab the shirt he took off. You both laugh as he carries you to your shared room. Dean's nightmare now long, long, long gone, your wet heat against his stomach is the only thing he's thinking about.
This is pretty much a draft, I'm still tweaking and adding but thank you for finding interested in how it is now!
