Fandom: Supernatural and Vampire Diaries Crossover AU
Characters: Dean Winchester x Caroline Forbes
Word Count: ± 2700
Description: Sneaking around makes everything sweeter.
Warnings: Smut; fingering (female receiving), p in v. Vampirism/Biting/Bloodlust. Sneaking around. A bit fluffy towards the end.
Written For: @anyfandomgoesbingo - Square Filled: I’m Worried About The Others. And @becs-bunker #2; Sneaking Around/Forbidden Love
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Caroline released a pleasant moan as the bark of the tree pushed into her back, her eyes fluttering as her body reacted to both the wood scraping into her skin and at how forceful Dean was being with her.
He pushed himself against her, pinning her in place with his hips. His lips collided with hers in a hard, yet sensual kiss, hungry with desire. His large hands began to roam her body, embracing every dip and curve of her voluptuous frame, despite the layer of clothes that still separated them.
“Dean,” Caroline murmured against his lips in warning, her own hands playing at the waistband of his jeans. His skin was hot against her fingertips and she could hear his blood pumping with each excited beat of his heart.
He grunted in response to her voice, his lips leaving her mouth so that he could suckle her neck, taking special care near the sensitive patch just below her ear.
Her eyes rolled at the sensation, another moan of desire escaping her. Her head naturally tilted to the side, her blonde hair cascading over her right shoulder as she offered him a better angle. Her hands slid up his shirt, her touch featherlight as she made her way up and around to his back. She could feel the muscles flexing there beneath his skin and she moaned, her nails dragging down the length of his back.
Dean growled into her throat at the sudden contrast to her touch and pain it had caused, her nails biting into his back. That would definitely leave a mark, but God did that feel good. He took the opportunity to leave a mark of his own, sucking hard into her skin and pulling the blood to the surface until it formed a bright red hickey.
Caroline gasped and moaned while he worked, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip.
Dean pulled away to admire his handiwork, smirking confidently. However, his claim on her neck healed and disappeared almost instantly. His brows rose and he scoffed, impressed.
Determined, Dean resumed his hungry attack, greedily kissing his way down her collar bone and across her chest, nipping at each of her overflowing mounds. His right hand snuck under her shirt, his fingers spanning over her ribcage. The tips of his fingers brushed along the lacy fabric of her bra, taunting and teasing.
“Dean,” Caroline gasped again as Dean groped her ass with his other hand, squeezing one large palmful of her round cheek, the gesture made easy by her short skirt. “We- I- Dean, we shouldn’t.” She muttered, breathless and unconvincing.
“We can’t.” Despite her words, she moved to fight with his belt buckle, her fingers just as eager as Dean’s mouth. “I-I’m worried… about the ot-thers.” She confessed breathlessly, worried about what their friends might think.
A hunter and a vampire? It was unheard of. It wasn’t right or natural. But holy fuck did it feel good. How could something that felt so… amazing, so right, be wrong?
“We should.” He disagreed, pulling at the hem of her floral shirt. She shifted so he could remove it, leaving her in a blushing pink bra and yellow skirt. “We can.” He cupped her breasts through her bra, his fingers instantly finding her nipples.
He rubbed his thumb over the perky nub, enticing another moan from Caroline and he dropped his head to suckle at her cleavage. “Fuck what they think.” He insisted, groaning as he ground his growing bulge into her.
Caroline shuttered against him and the impressive mass behind his tightening zipper, her already weak resolve fading. She returned to her task and began to unfasten his belt, yanking the leather free from the loops in a smooth and impossibly fast motion, showing off her enhanced abilities.
Dean stuttered in his movements, surprised, having forgotten about her speed and strength. An impressed smirk soon replaced his initial shock, “Oh, sweetheart, you’re just full of surprises.” He complimented, his green eyes sparkling with adoration.
Caroline couldn’t hide her smile, her own ocean green eyes glinting with mischief. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips against his pulse point, “Baby, you have no idea.” She purred, her breath hot against his ear while her hand rubbed down the front of his jeans.
The sudden contact with his cock, even through the layers of clothing, made him groan. His eyes shut while she rubbed him, his hardening cock reacting eagerly to her delicate touch.
Caroline kissed at his neck, stealing another grunt of pleasure from Dean. Her lips could feel the blood rushing through his veins and she could hear his heart jumping just below the surface, fluttering with every teasing stroke of her hand.
Her own desires began to coil inside of her and her hunger began to rise, building deep and pooling between her legs, hot and needy for Dean. She felt the familiar pang of her fangs growing as the blood rushed into her eyes, the veins growing dark and rising below the skin.
The points of her fangs brushed against his neck, the teeth extra sensitive with hunger. The pair of them shuttered against each other, every nerve and fiber of their being reactive and eager. She continued to work at his fly, unbuttoning the jeans before pulling down the zipper.
His pants dropped to his knees, his length tenting his briefs and straining the thin fabric. “I’m f-full of my own-” His eyes rolled when her fingers coiled around his hard cock. “-s-surprises.” His voice shook with pleasure, his breath hitching in his throat.
Caroline couldn’t help but hum with approval, enjoying the effect she had over him. She arched a perfect blonde brow at him, her expression mischievous. “Well what are you waiting for, Winchester?”
She pressed her lips against the hollow of his ear, nibbling playfully, her breath heavy. “Show me just what a hunter is capable of.” She tugged at the waistband of his briefs, his impressive cock springing free. She sucked in a breath at the sight of it, the heat collecting and soaking her panties.
Dean practically growled at the challenge and he dove forward, his mouth finding hers once again. His hands cupped her face roughly and brushed the blonde hair from her eyes, pulling her into the bruising kiss to deepen it further. He didn’t care about the dangerous fangs or the hungry desire darkening her sea-green eyes while his tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her.
He’d been in the business long enough now to know that not everything was black and white, that not every supernatural creature was, in fact, a monster. Because Caroline was anything but a monster.
The old version of himself wouldn’t have thought twice about stalking her. She was a vampire after all. But Hell changes a man; in more ways than one. Because now? Now he didn’t want to imagine himself anywhere else.
Dean lowered one of his hands, hiking her skirt higher before tucking his hand into the damp lace of her panties. He continued to kiss at her mouth, swallowing her gasp of pleasure while his fingers began to work their magic, sliding his thick middle finger between her slick folds.
He groaned at her warmth, his cock twitching with anticipation. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned, gasping, rubbing into her heat. He used the base of his palm to grind against her sex, applying just the right amount of pressure there. He hooked his finger inside of her, pumping at a steady rhythm before he added another, going knuckle deep.
Caroline dropped her head back against the trunk of the tree as he began to pleasure her in ways that only Dean knew how, her eyes rolling as she clung to his broad shoulders for support, her legs already beginning to shake. “Oh god,” She moaned loudly.
“That’s it, baby,” Dean encouraged, picking up his pace and adding another, going deeper and hooking them inside of her. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers and he continued to encourage her towards her release, his thumb rubbing circles into her clit. “Cum for me. Cum in the palm of my hand, Care.”
His green eyes were glued to her beautiful face, watching as she came undone around him. She couldn’t breath, her mouth hung open in a silent moan as her powerful orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. “That’s it.” His upper lip twitched at the sight of her, his eyes heavy with lust. Her walls fluttered around his fingers while he rode her through her orgasm, only slowing when she went limp against him. He retracted his fingers and grinned at her, one side of his mouth pulling up into a cocky smirk.
Caroline sighed and chewed on her bottom lip, undeniably impressed at how quickly he’d drawn that orgasm out of her. She reached out and grabbed his wrist gently, pulling his hand toward her mouth. Slowly, she parted her lips and sucked her slick from each of his fingers, tasting herself. She hummed with satisfaction and Dean groaned as a response, aching for her.
He couldn’t wait any longer. His cock was full and throbbing, begging for her attention. He needed this. He needed her. Removing his hand from her grasp, he reached between them and tore her panties free, his muscles flexing and showing off their strength.
Caroline gasped with surprise before a smile broke across her face, once again, impressed by the hunter. Dean glanced up at her face for a moment, as if silently asking permission before making his next move, only continuing when she nodded. He slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her, hooking her legs around his waist. She braced herself with his shoulders, attacking his neck with affectionate kisses.
Dean lined himself up with her entrance, gently probing her with his tip before inching himself in. He groaned into the crook of her neck, her heat overwhelming as he walls clenched tightly around him. He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust to the size of him before he began at a steady pace.
He rocked himself inside of her, pumping deeper with each powerful thrust of his hips. His breath came out heavy and strained as he struggled to regain control of himself; she just felt so fucking good, so tight and warm around his cock. It was almost unbearable, suffocating even.
Caroline could feel herself reeling again, her body still tingling from her previous high. The coil began to retighten itself, twisting and building, waiting for Dean to spring it free for the second time that evening. She kissed and nipped at his neck, her tongue dancing along the surface of his skin, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Her eyes shifted again, growing dark with hunger as her fangs made an appearance.
“Fuck, Care,” Dean panted between powerful, yet frantic thrusts, chasing his own release. It wouldn’t be long now, fuck, he was so close. Not yet. Distracting himself, he folded down one of the thin cups of her bra, spilling out her naked breast. Reveling in the gorgeous flesh, his mouth watered. Taking the perky nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, groaning.
“Dean.” Caroline murmured into his neck, withering against him, moments away from falling apart once again. “Don’t stop,” She begged, breathless, her walls fluttering around his cock. He increased his frantic pace, thrusting himself as deeply as their bodies would allow.
“I’m so close, Care.” He warned with a grunt, his release building and growing stronger. His legs shook, trying to hold off as long as possible.
“Dean, don’t stop.” Caroline whimpered as a response, so near her own undoing. His heart was pounding so loudly in her ears now and his scent was stronger than ever, only growing stronger by the second; her primal desires took over, unable to resist. She sank her teeth into his neck, needing to taste him while she came. His blood rushed into her mouth, hot and sweet as it hit the back of her throat.
Dean groaned at the sharp pain in his neck, faltering briefly before the pain quickly subsided. She drank him in, pulling his blood into her throat with deep mouthfuls. The sensation was surprisingly soothing and sensual; quite unlike the other bites he’s endured in the past. “Fuck,” Dean moaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he plowed into her. She didn’t seem to notice.
The bite was enough to send them both crashing over the edge, the pleasure like nothing they’ve ever experienced before. Dean’s thrusts slowed as he buried himself deeply inside of her, his muscles tensing as he released himself, spilling his seed into her fluttering core.
Caroline suckled at his neck, licking up the trickle of blood that streamed out of the wound before planting an affectionate kiss near the puncture. She lowered herself to the ground, unwrapping her legs from around Dean’s waist. He kept his hands at her hips, offering to steady her in case her legs decided to give out.
They stood there for an immeasurable amount of time, panting, lost in their own little world in the woods. They stared into each other's green eyes, trying to catch their breath as the sunlight broke through the leaves. Caroline swore she could count each and every one of the freckles that speckles his nose and cheeks. She smiled at him, her dimples creasing her cheeks, satisfied.
Dean was the first to move, lifting his right hand to her face. He touched her jawline sweetly with his knuckles and used his thumb to brush a stripe of blood from her bottom lip. He’d never seen anyone quite as beautiful as Caroline Forbes.
Unexpectedly, a blush creeped into Caroline’s cheeks, feeling suddenly embarrassed under the hunters intense gaze, self conscious because of her stunt. But, for a vampire, hunger and lust were practically one in the same. She ducked her head a bit, letting her hair fall in front of her face, trying to hide her blush.
“Hey now,” He quickly corrected her posture, tilting her head so that she’d look at him. It didn’t take him long to decipher the look in her eyes and he smiled fondly. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He encouraged, his voice soft.
A smirk played on his lips then and he scoffed, teasing, “I mean, a little warning would have been nice,” He smirked, before adding, “But hey, I’m not gonna lie, I’ve always had sort of a kink for biters, anyway,” He chuckled with a playful wink, trying to lighten the mood and make her feel better.
Taking notice of the smile that curled the corners of Caroline’s mouth and the subtle roll of her eyes, he knew he’d succeeded. Stepping away, he moved to pull his pants back up, wincing ever so slightly at the pain the movement had caused his neck, blood streaming from the wound.
However slight, it was enough for Caroline to notice. “Here, let me.” She insisted, her eyes going dark and her fangs appearing as she brought her wrist to her mouth, but Dean was quick to stop her, grabbing her arm gently, but firmly.
“No thanks.” He assured, his expression stern, though appreciated the offer nevertheless. “I prefer the old fashioned way.” She nodded in understanding and he removed his hand from her arm, then proceeded to fasten his pants, securing them around his waist.
He knelt down to retrieve his belt and her shirt from the leaves not too far from where they stood, handing the garment over when he rose back up in front of her. “Thanks,” She accepted the offer, readjusting her own clothes and pulling her shirt back on over her head. “We should probably head back before the others start asking questions.” She realized with a heavy sigh, raking a set of fingers through her messy hair.
“Let them ask.” Dean shrugged out of his button up and used it as a cloth, cleaning up his neck and stifling the steady bleeding, leaving him in only a grey t-shirt. He honestly couldn’t care less about what the others thought.
When Caroline was ready, he walked with her through the trees, his hand on the small of her back. He smiled contently and curled his fingers around her hip to tug her into his side, planting a kiss on the top of head. “I don’t care what they think, sweetheart.” He assured and then swatted her ass, smirking as they emerged through the tree line.
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Caroline answered the door and was surprised to see who was on the other side. “Dean.“
"Hey.” He said, with a small grin.
“What are you doing here?“ Caroline questioned her brow furrowing. “Not that you can’t be here, of course.” She added. “I’m just surprised is all.“
"We were working a case nearby, just a town over, and we don’t have another one yet, so I thought I stop by and see you while were in the area.” Dean explained.
Caroline smiled then. “For how long?“
"A couple days. A week, maybe.” He shrugged. “Until we find our next case.“
"And Sam?” Caroline asked. “Where’s he at?“
"Back at the motel. Said he’d be by tomorrow.”
“So, it’s just you and me?” Caroline smiled knowingly.
Dean stepped forward, invading her personal space. “Unless you have other plans today.“
"No plans.” Caroline said and reached for him one hand on his side the other going to the back of his head, pulling him down to meet her lips. “Definitely no plans.“ She breathed, their lips brushing.
Dean smirked before pressing his lips more firmly against hers, as he backed her back inside and closed the door behind him.
Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his, as their kiss deepened, as his hands that were on her hips slid down wrapping around her thighs, lifting her, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist.
Dean carried her to room while their mouths slanted over one another, the door closing behind him as he kicked it shut.
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They laid spent in Caroline’s bed after thoroughly enjoying each others body.
"This won’t always be enough for you.” Dean said, twirling a strand of her blonde hair with his fingers. “I know you, you’ll want more than this.”
“Maybe.” Caroline agreed, drawing random patterns on his chest, she glanced up at him. “But it’s enough for now.”
“Good.” Dean smiled, pulling her up against his body, and tangling a hand in her hair as he captured her mouth with his own.
Being that Sam and Dean were far from on good terms-- Dean took it upon himself to look into the Mystic Falls case Sam had mentioned right before their split. Castiel insisted that it was a terrible idea to hunt a nest of vampire's by himself-- but it wasn't anything Dean hadn't done before. Nor, would it stop him from trying.
Castiel flew in from time to time to see how Dean's progress was coming. He was beginning to worry as empty beer bottles started to stack up around Dean's motel room. How long would he distract himself here? He looked disappointedly around the room. Laptop still open with newspaper clippings strewn across the table, empty pizza boxes and pie tins stacked on the coffee table. His brow furrowed to concern as he scanned the passed out hunter on the couch. Still in his clothes from the night before, it looked like. "Dean?" He had learned not to touch the hunter when he was asleep, with last time earning him a punch in the face. "Dean??" He pressed again stepping closer, in his typical sultry low tone.
Images of her face fluttered behind his eyes. The girl he'd met at The Grill....her breathtaking blonde curls and eyes colored by the seas themselves.
That smile, that smile that felt like home. The soft touch of her lips against his.
He couldn't get her out of his damn head. He shifted on the couch as his summons drew him out of a deep sleep. "Dean." He heard again, from a familiar voice. He mumbled her name as her picture perfect image disappeared from his subconscious... "Caroline..."
Castiel's eyes narrowed on the hunter. His face twisted with more confusion. "Dean, wake up. Who's Caroline?"
Dean finally came to, startled by the angel hovering over him like he was a sick child. He nearly fell off the couch, waking up to Cas so close to him. He would think he'd be used to it by now. "Son of a bitch, Cas! What are you doing?" He sat up grumpily and found the half empty bottle of beer he'd left on the floor, taking a swig as he ran his fingers through his sleep messed hair.
Castiel straightened his posture and frowned. Dean was mad at him for some reason and it concerned him. Although, the angel did recall that Dean was typically quite grumpy in the mornings and he shouldn't take it "personally", as the hunter once told him. "Hello, Dean. Who's Caroline?" He asked, intrigued. Most things Dean usually said in his sleep were out of fear or bad memories but this seemed different.
Dean groaned, as he stood up brushing Cas' shoulder. "No one, don't worry about it." He stripped himself of his dirty shirts, throwing them on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing here?" He found his phone in the pile of papers strewn across the dinette table, checking it to see if she had called. That was an odd thing for him to do, he thought.
Castiel stepped out of the way and watched the hunter carefully. "I came to see how you were doing. With Sam gone- I just-" and he was interrupted.
Dean glared at his friend. "With Sam gone what? I can't take care of myself??" He scoffed, taking his phone outside without saying another word to his pet angel. He strolled over to his ebony 67' Chevy Impala, glancing behind him to ensure Cas didn't follow him outside. He inhaled a heavy and nervous breath and dialed his newly added contact. He froze when she answered and cleared his throat as his hungover brain tried to send words to his tongue. "Hey, um- Caroline? It's Dean from last night..."
