Fast Cars and Freedom - Part 3
Word Count: 4250
Warnings: Language, maybe, nudity, loss of virginity teen sex (both Dean and Reader are virgins)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N Singer)
Catch up here - Fast Cars and Freedom
Italics indicate flashbacks
It was Y/N’s birthday weekend and as a surprise, I planned a special getaway. I knew she had no clue and I was pretty proud of myself that I could still pull something like this off after twenty years together. I had already packed a bag and dropped the kids off with Sam and his wife Jess this morning.
“You ready yet kid?” I yelled up the stairs.
“Keep your pants on Winchester!” she retorted as she came strolling into view looking as beautiful as she was that weekend nineteen years ago.
“No kids and a weekend away? Not a chance. I hereby declare this ‘no pants weekend!’” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air in victory.
She laughed and threw her arms around my neck. “I love you dork, now let’s get a move on!”
About an hour into our drive, a familiar tune came on the radio and she cranked up the volume and started singing along.
This ain't no country club
And it ain't no disco
This is New York City
1, 2, 1, 2
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die, "
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothin'
He says, "His name is William"
But I'm sure he's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
“Twenty years and two kids and that is still the best weekend of my life, kid.” I squeezed her hand gently as I looked over at her sitting in the passenger seat of our little red Nova.
“Really? Not the weekend we got married? Or when we made those two kids? That weekend, huh?” She looked offended and confused.
“Yes, that weekend. I knew I loved you before then, but that was the weekend I knew without a doubt that there would never be anyone else for me but you,” I proclaimed. “Let me take you back.”
~*~
“Bobby, can I talk to you?” I nervously asked my guardian as he strolled into the garage, a travel mug of coffee in one hand and a chocolate covered bear claw in the other. It was a Saturday morning and we had just opened, but our first appointment wasn’t for another thirty minutes.
“What’s on your mind, Dean?” Bobby grumbled through the pastry filling his mouth, chocolate stuck to his upper lip.
“Y/N has been going on and on about this show she wants to see this summer and they are going to be real close. I was wondering if we could go,” I told him, sticking my head back under the hood of her Nova.
“Where’s it at?” Bobby walked over to the side of her car.
“Near Minneapolis. It’s called Lilith Fair and it’s an all day, all girl, outdoor concert and she really wants to go.” I glanced up from the spark plug I was replacing.
“You wanna go to all chick rock concert in a different state with my little girl? Did I hear that right?” Bobby yelled so loud that I stood up straight, hitting the back of my head on the hood.
“I will book two rooms, Bobby. I wanted to do something nice for her on her birthday and the show is the week before school starts. I will even bring Sam if it makes you feel better about it,” I explained to him, still rubbing the back of my head.
“Let me think about it, Dean. When do you need to get the tickets by?” Bobby asked.
“They go on sale on ten o’clock today; that is in two hours. I was going to take my break and buy them. Bobby, I have been saving all winter for these, please? It would mean so much to her; to both of us.” I ducked back under the hood while he went off to stew in his juices.
I knew he didn’t want to say yes, but I was hoping his little girl’s happiness would win out over the two of us being gone an entire weekend, in a different state, alone.
I spent the next hour changing the oil and all the fluids on some foreign import when I heard Bobby yell for me from the office.
“Yeah, Bobby?” I stepped inside, wiping my hands on the rag I kept in my back pocket.
“Two beds and you better have her home for dinner on Sunday and no funny business! Now just make the call and buy the tickets before I change my mind!” he yelled.
“Bobby, you’re the best! Thank you! She is going to love it!” I hugged the old man and turned to run up to the house but stopped. “She’s home and it’s not time yet. Can I make the call from your office in an hour?”
“Get back to work ya idjit and you can take your break at ten,” he told me and went back to his paperwork.
One hour and thirty minutes later I had two tickets to the show and a two night reservation at the Sandalwood Suites right next to the outdoor venue. I couldn’t wait to surprise her, but her birthday was still three months away. I wanted to do something for her since our Prom night fiasco, but it had to be special. She really wanted to go to this show; it is all she had talked about lately. I didn’t care if I had to sit through a bunch of crappy, angry chick music; for her it would be worth it.
I spent the next several weeks getting my plan in place. I checked maps, made an itinerary to give to Bobby with the name, address and telephone number of the hotel. I bought her a card, since I wasn’t as creative as she was. I waited until the weekend before her birthday to give her her gift and hoped that all the time I put into this would payoff when I saw her face.
I still took those walks a few times a week, but more often than not, she was by my side. “Hey, Y/N? Wanna take a walk with me?” I asked as we cleared away the dinner dishes.
“Dean, do I ever say no?” she giggled and it was one of the best sounds on this earth.
“No, you don’t. But that doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna ask or that some day you might.” I wrapped my arm around her as we walked down the stairs from the porch and started on the path that wound us back to the river.
“You know, your birthday is coming up and I wanted to do something for you, since well, your birthday surprise for me didn’t go exactly as planned,” I chuckled. We still laughed about that night and were thankful that the storm didn’t cause much damage and everyone we loved was safe.
“Yeah, that is a night I will never forget! At least we didn’t get caught!” she exclaimed. “But my birthday is still a week away,” Y/N looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, sparkling in the fading light.
“I know, but I wanted to give you part of your gift early. Happy birthday, kid,” I handed her the envelope and a box, wrapped in the Sunday comics.
Dear Y/N,
This past year has been the greatest of my life. You have done so much for me and I can never thank you enough. I hope I can make you as happy as you have made me.
I love you now and forever, Happy Birthday.
Love,
Dean
“A mixed tape? This is so sweet of you Dean! Thank you! I love it!” She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“You haven’t even listened to it yet. How can you say you love it?” I questioned her.
“Because you made it for me, so I know I will love it, because I love you,” she replied simply, but grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward her car. “But I wanna listen to it now!!”
She ran up to the house to grab her keys and was back in her car before I could even get in. She cranked over the engine and popped the tape in. She rested her head back against the seat as the first song started to play.
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
Through this world I've stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word to find
the truth enslaved
oh you speak to me in riddles
and you speak to me in rhymes
my body aches to breathe your breath
your words keep me alive
“Dean, this is beautiful. Thank you so much,” she leaned over and kissed me sweetly,
“There’s more, kid. Just listen,” I told her and she skipped ahead a bit to the next song.
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers now
Huh huh who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
“Okay, Sarah McLachlan and Jewel? What else you got on here, Babe?” she eyed me suspiciously.
“I got to thinking about all this music you listen to when I am not around and how we always listen to what I want when we are together, which is a lot. So I am willing to make sacrifices for you just like you do for me. Happy Birthday, Babe,” I professed and handed her another envelope.
“Dean…” she started as she opened the second envelope. “AHHHHHHHH are you kidding me? Are these real? Are we really?!!”
“Whoa, my ears! And yes, we really are. I already cleared it with Mr. Grumpy Pants and we are leaving Friday after lunch. He even gave me the weekend off,” I informed her.
She was out of the car and jumping and dancing around before I knew she was gone. I just leaned up against the Nova and watched her dancing in the dirt. She was beautiful and I knew right then and there that I would do anything for this girl.
~*~
I had everything planned. If we took off after lunch, we would make it to the hotel just before four in the afternoon. I made reservations for dinner at a nice place and asked her to pack a dress while I had packed the only suit I owned. I ordered a bouquet of bright purple dahlias, her favorite, and a bottle of sparkling water and they were waiting in our room when we arrived.
“Dean! This is beautiful! Thank you so much for the most amazing birthday ever!” she squealed, jumping into my arms.
“Kid, the weekend just started; don’t thank me yet,” I reminded her. “Our reservation is in two hours; wanna take a quick nap with me?”
“That sounds amazing. I didn’t sleep much last night I was so excited!” She threw herself dramatically onto the bed and pulled the covers back for me. “You coming or what?”
“Nothing I want more,” I sighed as I slid in beside her, pulling her as close as I could, breathing her in and closing my eyes.
“I am setting the alarm for one hour, Mister,” she told me and soon we were both asleep, snuggled into one another on the most comfortable bed I have laid on.
“Y/N? Y/N. Kid! Time to get up, buttercup!” I whispered louder than necessary, but she was a deep sleeper.
“Fine. The bed was all cold without you anyway,” she grumbled as she sat up and walked to the bathroom with her things.
The minutes ticked by as I waited for her to emerge from the bathroom. I pulled on my socks and suit pants, then shrugged into the crisp blue shirt I had bought just for this weekend. I absentmindedly buttoned the shirt, then slid the tie under the collar just as the bathroom door opened.
“You look amazing, kid,” I breathed out, taking her in.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Winchester,” she giggled as she walked over and tied my tie for me before turning her back as she pulled her hair to the side. “Would you zip me please?”
“I’d rather not, but I am also starving and don’t want to be late for dinner,” I chuckled as I zipped her beautiful blue dress.
~*~
“Dinner was wonderful, Dean. Thank you so much,” Y/N leaned in to kiss me once we arrived back in our room for the night.
“You’re welcome, kid. Happy birthday,” I returned her kiss, trying not to let things get too heated just yet. “Do you want to relax and watch something on T.V. or do you want to hit the pool or hot tub for a bit first?” I toed off my dress shoes and socks, tossing them in the closet.
“Both!” she shouted as she grabbed her swimsuit from her bag. “Dean, would you unzip me, please?”
“Yahtzee!” I said under my breath, but clearly not quiet enough.
“Relax, big boy,” she laughed and turned her back to me and I pulled her hair to one side and slowly lowered the zipper on her dress. I pressed my lips to her shoulder, then her back as I made my way to her neck. She shivered in my arms and I could feel the goosebumps form under my hands as they spread across her smooth skin.
“Dean….” her voice but a whisper as I continued to trail kisses across the back of her neck and down her other shoulder. She turned quickly and soon her small body was pressed to mine.
I gently pushed her dress off her shoulders, the bright blue fabric hanging loosely between us as it fell from her arms. She pulled away slightly, letting it float to the floor as she reached up and loosened my tie.
I noticed for the first time that she was only wearing a pair of lacy underwear the same cerulean blue as her dress. I growled low in the back of my throat and pulled her small frame to me, cradling the back of her head with one hand, my fingers in her soft waves, the other hand pressed into the small of her back. My lips met hers in a needy kiss, deep and wet, almost desperate. I felt her fingers run up my chest, pulling at the buttons one by one until our upper bodies were skin to skin.
I had felt her bare skin on mine before, but this felt different. We were always afraid of getting caught but now we were alone, in a different city, hundreds of miles from home and the prying eyes of her father or my little brother. I released her lower lip and looked into her eyes.
“We have nothing but time, kid. I want us to do this right, because I don’t ever plan on doing this with anyone else. Let me love you, Y/N,” I whispered in the silence of the foreign hotel room.
“Take me to bed, Dean. I’m all yours, always and forever,” she responded, pulling me with her towards one of the beds and crawling onto it. She kneeled in front of me, her small hands trailing up my chest to my shoulders, urging the shirt off and down my arms as I stared into her eyes.
Y/N let the shirt drop to the floor behind me as she reached for my belt. “Let me see you, Dean,” her voice quiet and I only nodded. She unbuckled my belt, then the button of my dress pants, easing the zipper down. Her soft, small hands tucked inside the waistband of my pants and over my ass, pushing my garments down around my ankles where I stepped out of them.
I leaned over her body and kissed her, taking my time, wanting every taste and touch, like I could memorize her with my tongue and I intended to. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss as I pressed her into the mattress with my larger frame. She tasted so sweet and I wondered if she tasted that good everywhere. I moaned as I moved from her mouth, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her jaw until I reached her ear. We knew better than to leave marks on each other, but that didn’t stop me from nibbling her ear and suckling at her pulse point, making her moan under my touch.
Y/N ran her hands over my back and down to my ass, her fingers dipping inside the back of my boxers, trying to push them off. I lifted my hips off of her slightly as she used her feet to push them the rest of the way down my legs. I was so hard it hurt and now my erection was firmly planted between our bodies, rubbing against the blue lace of her panties. I could feel her wetness as it spread through the flimsy material onto my length. I groaned at the sensation as my hips involuntarily ground against her.
Y/N reciprocated my actions and sounds and it spurred me on. I tried to control myself as I didn’t want it to be over before it really even began. I reluctantly moved off of her, rolling us both to our sides as I resumed kissing her, her mouth opening for me like my lips were the key.
“I love you, Dean. Make love to me,” she pleaded, pulling away from me. She rose from the bed, returning with the condoms we brought along. I sat up to admire her as she walked towards me, the wet spot on her panties prominent against the blue lace. She stopped in front of me and I pulled her to stand between my legs, my hands on her hips, as I slowly pulled her panties down.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N. Inside and out. I love you so much,” I whispered, my lips roaming across her stomach, up to the underside of her breast where I licked a wide stripe across her pert nipple. She carded her hands through my hair, holding me to her as I lavished her breasts with attention. I pulled her into my lap and flipped her over to her back.
My hand roamed down her body to her center and I could feel her; all heat and soaked with her arousal. I gently ran my fingers through her folds to coat my fingers before inserting a single digit in her hot core, pumping it in out before adding another.
“Dean,” her wanton moans filled my ears as I continued to mouth at her breasts and prepare her.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N,” I whispered into her skin.
“I don’t care. I wanna feel you,” she looked down at me. “Please, Dean.”
“I wanna feel you too,” I murmured, sitting up to rip open the foil packet and roll it on without breaking it or ruining the moment. Finally, I was covered and moved back over her, easing her legs apart with my hips. “Are you ready, Y/N?” I looked her in the eye, lining myself up with her entrance.
“I have never been more ready,” she replied.
I eased my hips forward slowly. God she was so tight, I was afraid I was going to hurt her. I braced myself on my forearms on either side of her head, kissing her gently and keeping eye contact as I inched in little by little, looking for any sign of distress. Once I felt myself bottom out, I waited until we both relaxed fully and I slowly pulled my hips back and eased back into her just as slowly.
We had only just began and it was probably the best I had ever felt in my life. She was soft and warm and felt like home. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I felt her tighten her grip on my back, her nails biting into my skin. I picked up the pace slightly but couldn’t slow down the feeling that was about to overcome me.
“Dean!” Y/N cried as our movements increased, her hips meeting mine. I knew I wasn’t going to make it much longer and I wanted her to feel as good as I did. I reached between us clumsily and started rubbing her clit, but the angle was wrong.
“Let me,” she groaned and replaced my hand with hers. I leaned up a little so I could watch her touch herself. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, my name on her lips. I started losing my rhythm the louder she got and I knew this was the end.
She screamed my name and her body went rigid beneath me as I felt like my insides were melting. My body froze, my hips planted firmly against hers as I came, exploding inside the rubber. My vision was spotty and I dropped my head to her shoulder, murmuring her name over and over like a prayer.
“I love you, Y/N,” I professed, our bodies pressed together, slick with sweat.
“I love you, too, Dean, but you’re heavy,” she laughed a little, giving me a gently shove and I rolled my exhausted body off of her on onto my back. My arm wound around her, pulling her into my side and she just fit so perfectly.
“You still want to hit the pool?” I mumbled, my arm over my eyes, trying to control my breathing.
“No, I just want to stay here with you forever,” she confessed. “But I need to pee.”
We spent the rest of the night, snuggled up in bed, deciding against clothing and just watching television, when we weren’t trying to work our way through the entire box of condoms. I knew sex would feel good - I had jacked off more than once thinking about Y/N - but I didn’t expect it to feel this amazing and I wasn’t going to lose the advantage of a weekend away from home.
I woke early the next morning to Y/N with her hand wrapped around my morning wood. “Well, good morning to you too, beautiful.”
“Good morning, handsome,” she giggled but didn’t stop moving her hand up and down my shaft.
“If you don’t stop that, we won’t make breakfast before the show,” I told her, glancing at the clock.
“We can miss the opening act. Let’s shower first!” she called, leaping from the bed and into the bathroom.
~*~
I had never been so entranced in my life as I was with this woman. Watching her sing and dance all day; the sun kissing her exposed shoulders and legs was enough of a show in itself for me. I was so far gone, there was no coming back for me.
“Dean, thank you so much for the most amazing birthday ever! The show was so good and I had such an incredible time,” Y/N looked over at me from the passenger seat of her red Nova. She had a grin planted on her pretty face and was so happy.
“It wasn’t so bad; some of those acts can really rock,” I admitted. “But if you tell anyone I said that, you’ll be in trouble!”
“Oh yeah, big bad, Dean Winchester. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. You’re secret is safe with me,” she giggled.
~*~
We lay in bed, holding each other tight and dreading getting out, facing the reality that we had to pack up and go home. “I don’t want to go home, Dean.”
“I know kid, me neither. But at least we get to be together. And I am sure your dad will only kill me once or twice,” I groaned at the thought of Bobby knowing what we had done all weekend.
“Nobody will know but us, Dean. This was the best weekend of our lives and we will always have these memories, just you and me,” she made it sound so simple.
~*~
“I told you no funny business! You’re both grounded!” Bobby yelled at the us the minute we got out of the car.
“What? Daddy why?” Y/N demanded of her father.
“Because you two just couldn’t keep your hands off each other, could ya? You idjits better have used something, too; I ain’t ready to be nobody’s Papa!” Bobby yelled, throwing his hands up in the air and stormed back into the house.
~*~
“Well, at least that box of condoms didn’t go to waste!” I told her as the song ended and we pulled up to our destination.
“Definitely not! And we don’t need them anymore,” she smiled at me as she reached for the door.
“What, no more sex?” I tried to be shocked.
“No, but I can’t get pregnant twice!” She winked as she got out of the car.
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