“Hey guys,” Sam said from across the library table. “So get this...” The three of them were hunting a ghost that was haunting an old abandoned hotel in this small town, the ghost had been killing construction workers that were trying to renovate the hotel. “So this is the original owner of the hotel,” Sam turned a book to face her and Dean on the other side of the table. They could see an older looking picture of a man, with bold letters saying his first and last name, Frank J. Smith. “Looks like he built it around the 1920's but during the great depression, he wasn't making any income from the hotel. So when he couldn't afford food, his new born died from starvation, and he felt so much grief that he allegedly hung himself in one of the rooms in the hotel but his body was never found.” Sam ended his statement with his eye brows up eyeing each of them.
“So you think this is the guy haunting the place?” Dean asked, questioning his brothers logic.
“Yeah, I mean. Think about it, his newborn died because he couldn't make money from his hotel, and so it's more like 'if I can't have it, no one can' kinda thing. And he also allegedly hung himself in the hotel,” Sam replied
“So how do we find the body?” She asked, looking up at Sam and Dean.
“Well, I guess we just walk around with EMF detectors and hope we get lucky.” Dean said with a wink, making her blush just a little.
Sure she thought Dean was attractive, but who didn't? The man looked like he had been chiseled by gods, not to mention all of the sex stories she had walked in on between the brothers, Dean seemed to be a sex god himself. But they were just hunting partners and nothing more. Besides, she was shy, and she knew Dean liked the outgoing girls, the ones that would actually talk to people in bars.
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It was later in the day now, they were back at the motel they had been staying at for the past couple of days. The motel room was crappy, like always, it was to be expected when you were a hunter, but she didn't mind too much. The bed was hard, but it was somewhere to sleep, the heater barley worked, but it still provided warmth, the TV channels sucked, but it was just used to make background noise.
There was only two beds in the room but she usually slept in the same bed as Dean, she brought along her own blanket to use, and Dean would use the motels blankets. Nothing ever happened, she was too timid. She would usually just wrapped herself up in her blanket and turned the opposite direction Dean was in.
“Okay, so we just need to wait until everyone leaves the hotel and then we can look for the body and burn it.” Dean said sitting down on one of the beds.
Sam and her both nodded. So they all separated and did their own things within the room until nightfall. Dean sat on the bed with a beer, flipping through channels. Sam was on his laptop, trying to narrow down where the body would be hidden within the hotel. She sat there for a second, looking in between the two of them and decided now was a good time to shower.
“I'm gonna go get in the shower, anyone need anything?” she asked.
“Nope,” they both answered at the same time, neither of them taking their eyes off of what they were doing.
She grabbed a few things from her bag and headed off for the bathroom. She opened the door and glanced back at the boys, she looked to Dean, his green eyes transfixed on the TV.
She closed and locked the door, setting her stuff on the counter and getting undressed. She looked at herself in the mirror, sure she was pretty. But she never played on it too much, she didn't wear much makeup, she left her hair in their natural dark curls. Yes, very pretty, but not a drop dead model. She turned the shower on and got in, letting the hot water flow over her shoulders and down her back.
She finished washing her hair and was massaging soap into her shoulders when she closed her eyes and imagined they were Deans hands instead of her own. She imagined Dean standing behind her, naked, here in the shower. She let her hands come down over her breasts, making her nipples hard, she played with them a little before letting her hands trail down her stomach.
She let out a pant, imagining Dean was in here doing this to her. She had just started applying a small amount of pressure to her clit when she her a loud knock at the door. Her eyes flew open and jumped a little.
“Hey Y/N, Sam thinks he knows where the body's at, so hurry up and we can go.” Dean shouted through the door.
She yelled back an “Okay,” and quickly rinsed off and got dressed. She put on a hoodie and a black leather jacket over that, it would probably be cold and drafty at the hotel so she wanted to be warm.
She towel dried her hair, seeing the curls already forming. And lastly, she applied a small amount of mascara, because she knew they were probably going to go to a bar tonight.
“Okay, I'm ready,” she said softly, exiting the bathroom. The boys were loading their guns and carrying containers of salt and lighter fluid.
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When they got to the hotel, it was close to midnight. They stayed in the impala for a few minutes and watched the place, making sure no one was still in there.
“Okay, let's go gank this son of a bitch,” Dean said, opening his door and going to the trunk. He opened it and all three of them grabbed a shot gun that shot salt and a hand gun. She tucked her hand gun behind her inside of her pants at the small of her back.
The looked around so no one would see them move towards the hotel, going through the door, they each coughed. It smelled old and dusty. The construction workers hadn't gotten very far, seeing as they keep getting killed. The news stations thought it was some sort of gang violence or just plain teen violence. Only three workers had been killed so far, each of them strung up by their throats, just like Frank J. Smith.
“Okay, so I was going through some maps of the place, and it all didn't add up, so I think there was a secret room, probably a speakeasy from the prohibition.” Sam said, explaining his theory. Sam pulled a map out of his back pocket, looked down at the paper and around the room. “Follow me.” He said.
The three of them drew their guns, ready for anything.
They moved down a hall and made a few turns. “So I think there should be a secret room just beyond this wall..” Sam looked around the wall looking for any sort of hole, or knob. “Now we just have to figure out how to get in.”
“Let me see the map,” Dean said, holding his hand out. Sam handed it to him and Dean looked down at it for a few seconds. “Okay, Sam stay here and keep looking for an entrance, Y/N, come with me.” They both nodded, she followed Dean as he walked down the hall and made a few turns.
“What are we doing?” She asked Dean softly.
“I think Sam's right, but I just wanted to look around for more possible entrances” He explained. He turned to a wall and looked it up and down. “There could be an entrance here too.” he said.
Dean was running his hands up and down the wall, looking for any crack or hole. Just then, She noticed the boards he was standing on, there was a small old oval rug covering the dead end in the hall.
“Dean,” she said trying to get his attention. He looked back to her, his eyes meeting hers, she felt heat enter her cheeks but didn't think he could see her blush when it was this dark. She pointed to the floor and he seemed to know what she was getting at. He bent over and removed the rug, throwing it to the side, revealing a trap door about 5 feet long and 2 feet wide.
“Oh y/n, I could just kiss you right now.” Dean looked up at her and smiled. This made her blush even more, now she was sure he could see it. “Hey Sam!” he shouted for his brother.
“You find it?” Sam said, coming around the corner.
“Yeah, y/n found it.” Dean told Sam, still smiling at her. “Come here and help me lift it.” Dean said. He took one end while her and Sam took the sides of the trap door, bringing it up and shifting it to the side with a grunt. Dust flew up into the air and the three of them coughed, waving their hands in front of their faces to keep the dirt from their lungs.
Under the trap door, was a staircase leading to a dark hallway. Dean looked down the dark hole and held his fist up to Sam. “Rock, paper, scissors,” the two said in unison.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed when he lost the simple game. But he sucked up his anger and turned on his flashlight from his pocket, going down the stairs first. Her and Sam followed behind, shotguns ready. Sam was correct about the room, they came to a door. Dean tried the handle, but it was locked from the inside.
Dean backed up a little bit and kicked the door down, his foot landing perfectly by the door handle. Dust flew up in the air, no one had been in this room for probably better than 50 or 60 years.
“Hey Sam, think they got any old whiskey?” Dean asked with a chuckle. Sam just gave him a bitch face in return, but after a few seconds, he laughed a little himself.
When they entered the room the first think they saw was the skeleton hanging in the middle of the room. But not only that, there were more bones underneath Frank J. Smith's.
“Oh God, is that his family?” Sam asked, shock on his face. The bigger of the two bodies was indeed a female, and in her arms was a smaller body, an infant.
“Well we need to burn them all, just to be safe.” Dean stated.
Sam had got up on a chair and cut down the hanging body, cringing the whole time. All the bones were in a pile and he was dumping lighter fluid on them when she noticed a small movement out of the corner of her eye.
“Dean!” She shouted. What seemed to be the ghost of Frank Smith was behind Dean, holding a rope. She ran at Dean and knocked both of them over. They both fell over and she was laying on him, her head on his chest. She pulled her face up and looked at Dean and then to the side. The ghost was angry now. There was a loud screech when the ghost came at them a second time. Dean pulled his arm up to protect her head and rolled to the side, so his back was facing the ghost. At that moment Sam threw the flaming book of matches on the pile of bones.
She looked up to see sparks around Deans shoulders from the burning ghost. He smiled down at her. “If you wanted to be top, you should have just asked,” he said with a wink and a sly smile. Her cheeks turned bright red, realizing their position, tangled together on the floor.
“Umm... uhhh. Um, sorry,” she said, getting up and not meeting his gaze. She coughed a couple times to break the awkward silence.
Dean looked at her, “Awe, C'mon, you aren't getting shy on me now are you y/n?” he asked jokingly. Dean chucked and looked at her, he had a few ideas of his own, he thinks he just found a new thing to play with...
“What? No!” she said meeting his eyes, her cheeks still red. Dean laughed at the red within her cheeks. “Hey! It's not funny. Dean stop laughing,” now she was giggling along with him. Dean laughing at her embarrassment, and her laughing because Dean's was contagious. “It's not funny, it was awkward!” she continued to giggle along with him. Sam had also joined in on the laughing.
This was her favorite times with the boys, just after a hunt, no more stress, even if just for a moment. They were always the happiest after a hunt, knowing they saved lives. And the sound she enjoyed most in the world, was hearing the boys laugh. She loved the Winchesters, she really did, she cared about them and never wanted to be apart from them, they were the closest thing shes ever had to family.
Dean stood over by her and put his arm around her shoulder, smiling. “C'mon, let's go get some beers.” And with that, they left the previously haunted hotel and made their way to the closest bar.
When they walked in, they noticed it was packed so she stayed close to the two of them so she wouldn't get lost in the crowd. But when someone walks in that's the size of a Moose, people notice and part the seas. She pointed to an empty booth near the back of the bar, and Sam led the way, creating a path for her and Dean that were following behind.
She sat down in the booth, Dean sliding in next to her and Sam on the other side. She felt really nervous being around this many people is such a small area. But she knew that after having a few drinks, she would be okay. She asked Dean to move and she got up to go get them some beers.
Making her way through the crowd and towards the bar she almost tripped on other peoples feet. When she got to the bar she was met with another man about her own age, he was tall and dark haired... and cute.
“Hi, what can I get for you cutie?” he asked her, winking.
“Um, just three beers please..” she said, blushing and dropping her face a bit so he wouldn't see.
“There you are lovely lady,” he said, giving her a large smile and three beers but not before winking at her again and turning back to another person asking for some drink called a grasshopper.
She mumbled her thanks and walked back to the table, beer in hand. Sam looked at her with his eyebrows raised, Dean looked like he knew something she didn't and a sly smile on his face.
“Oh getting flirted with there were ya?” Dean said, raising and dropping his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. She blushed, putting a beer in front of each of them. Dean noticed her blush and chuckled to himself. He thought that, the blush on her face was the most adorable thing on this planet.
After finishing their first round of beers, Sam got up and got the second.
“Hey, I'm kinda done here, I'm gonna head back to the motel.” she said, turning to Dean. He smiled and turned towards her in the booth.
“I was thinking the same thing, I'm tired anyways.” He told her. Dean walked over to Sam, who was currently flirting with the blond bar tender, and informed him of their decision to go back to the motel.
Dean grabbed his keys from his front pocked and headed towards the door. She followed him to the car and got in the front seat. When Dean got in she looked over at him, he gave her a questioning look and she shook her head and blushed. They rode quietly in the car until they got to the motel.
“I got first dibs on shower,” Dean called out.
“Okay,” she replied back, but Dean was already in the bathroom and getting undressed.
She listened for the shower to turn on for her to put on her pajamas. She put on sweatpants and a tank top and laid on the bed clicking through the channels on the TV. She settled for some drama show that was on, it's not like anything else was on, especially on motel TV.
When Dean came out of the bathroom, he was only wearing a towel around his hips. She heard the door open and looked at him, the first thing she noticed was his tone chest and the water droplets still clinging to it. The second thing she noticed was the smirk on his face. She quickly looked back to the TV, she could feel her face feeling hot. Dean pulled a pair of sweatpants out of his duffle bag and went back into the bathroom to put them on.
When Dean came back out of the bathroom, he still had a smirk on his face. He laid on the bed next to her, wearing only his sweatpants and that damn sexy smile. It took all of her will power not to look over at him and run her hands over his muscular chest and stomach. Her cheeks were still hot with blush.
“Y/n are you being shy?” he asked her, turning his body towards hers.
“No. I'm not shy.” She said in a shy voice, very softly.
“You aren't? Well I could have sworn I've seen you blush at least 5 times since we went into that hotel today.” he said chuckling.
“Mmmhmm...” She said, eyes glued to the screen but her mind was elsewhere...
“Well if you're not a shy person, why don't we play the nervous game?” she looked at him then and he winked at her.
“What's that?” she asked.
“It's a game where I get to touch you,” he said in a low voice, his lips getting close to her ear and his hand on her thigh and moving ever so slowly up and down. “and if you get nervous, you lose...”
The game seemed simple enough, its not like she was ever going to tell Dean not to touch her. Because, damn that man was walking sex.
“And what do I get if I win?” she asked him, her voice now low and her face turned towards his.
“You get a happy ending.” He said, his voice low. He quickly dipped his head just bellow her ear and left a kiss there. “But only if you win,” he informed her, pulling his head up and looking into her eyes for the consent he needed. His hand tightened slightly on her thigh, just above her knee, and she nodded.
Dean laughed, removing his hand from her leg and grabbing the remote out of her hand to turn the TV off, he was tired of listening to the crappy drama anyways. He leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, leaving them hot, before grabbing the hem of her shirt. “Are you nervous?” He asked, half expecting her to say yes.
“No,” she answered back, there was no shake in her voice, and she wanted to prove Dean wrong. He smiled, their faces close together, she could feel his hot breath fan over her face and roll down her shoulders. He gripped the hem of her shirt with his other hand as well and pulled it over her head, discarding it to the floor.
“Are you nervous?” He asked again, and she shook her head. He put his first two fingers over her lips and slowly ran them down her throat, over her hollow, down between her breasts, and down her stomach. His fingers played around the top of her sweatpants, leaving goose bumps and her skin feeling hot. He leaned forward slightly, connecting their lips, their mouths slowly moving together. His tongue slowly started to coax her own mouth open, another silent 'are you nervous?' and she answered back by letting him in.
His fingers curled around the waistband of her sweatpants and he started pulling them down slowly. He pulled his face away from hers as he did so, making sure he had her consent. When her face started to turn red, he smiled, thinking he had won. “Are you nervous?”
“No,” she said. She wanted to prove to him she wasn't nervous. She grabbed his face with one hand a put her other hand on his shoulder, she moved to sit up on her knees when Dean grabbed her by the hips and sat her on his lap so she was straddling him. She exhaled in surprise by the sudden movement.
She started attacking his lips with her own opening her mouth and tasting him. One of his hands was on her hip, the other was playing bellow her navel with the hem of her panties. He pulled away looking at her face, he was going to ask the question, but he already knew the answer. He slowly dipped his hand down into her panties, his middle finger brushing over her clit, causing her to moan and shift her hips towards his hand. His other hand left her hip and pulled her face back to his own. The fingers that were in her panties slowly slid down, brushing and playing over her entrance.
“You're so wet for me already, so damn sexy,” he muttered against her lips, slipping his fingers into her and pumping slowly, she started to pant against his mouth. Her hands found his shoulders and slid down over his muscled chest, over his tattoo and down his stomach where she found a sexy trail of hair leading down...
When she started to palm the bulge in his pants he pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. He gripped her sides and rolled so he was on top of her.
“You look so pretty laying under me, we should do this more often.” He said, giving her a wink. He pressed himself to her core, making them both groan. She slid her hands down his sides and inside the waistband of his sweats, finding he wasn't wearing any sort of underwear underneath his sweats. He watched her face as she slid them down as far as she could, he kicked them off the rest of the way.
He was rough and urgent now, grabbing her panties and yanking them down her legs, discarding them to the floor along with the rest of their clothes. She reached behind her back and pulled of her bra, throwing that to the floor too.
He lined himself up between her legs, his head pressing to her lips, causing her to moan and plead. “Please Dean, I need you,” she breathed, and with that he thrust up into her and kissing her roughly. She started whimpering with want below him, hands fitting into the curve of his lower back, making scratches when the started thrusting really hard, the headboard knocking up against the wall.
“You feel so good baby,” he cooed to her, his face next to hers.
“Dean, please, I'm so close, don't stop,” she encouraged him.
Pretty soon they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and both panting hard, Deans thrust started to become erratic and she could feel him twitching inside of her. He thrust into her one last time, spilling himself inside of her, cock twitching, making her climax with him, they held each other tightly while they rode out their orgasms.
Dean rolled off of her and laid on the bed next to her, she rolled over and faced the wall, smiling like an idiot. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
“You were so good,” he told her in a sleepy voice, he kissed her shoulder and they both drifted off to sleep.
