Summary: You're an up-and-coming writer, congratulations. To protect your beloved job, you're willing to do anything. Even strike a deal with the devil, better known as your sister's neighbor. You and Dean Winchester don't really see eye to eye, but in a moment of desperation, you agree to collaborate with him for a greater good.
Author's Notes: Many characters do not belong to me but to the Supernatural Universe (2005-2020). I hope you enjoy the fanfic's story. The fanfic will contain strong language and adult content.
CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER FOUR (+18)
The next day seems to arrive faster than you imagined. Your sister is on a business trip, so you're alone at home. You wake up early, prepare coffee, and decide to clean the house. You organize things to receive Dean Winchester. With each room tidied up, you wonder if you'll actually go into all these rooms. The truth is, after yesterday, you're ready to explore your sexuality with Dean, even if it means surrendering to him completely. You prepare some pasta, and while waiting for the sauce to cook, you decide to send a note under your neighbor's door.
— If you're hungry, we can eat together while you help me... — You write on the note, hoping that Dean sees it and comes over. You knock on Dean's door. You chuckle when you realize how silly it is to do this, but it's too late. You can hear Dean going to his door and probably reading your note. You quickly retreat to your sister's apartment and close the door as if it could erase what you just did. A long sigh of nervousness escapes you as you remember that you left the sauce on the stove and you rush to turn off the flame that was still lit. Dean seems to have accepted your invitation, as seconds later you hear a strong knock on your door. You straighten your dress and hair to make it seem like you haven't been running around frantically in the last few moments.
"I don't bite, Y/N. At least not without your permission. You can knock on my door and invite me without fear. But I thought the note was cute. In appreciation, I brought something that might be useful later." Dean says as he holds a pan in his hand. You wonder what it is but let him enter the apartment before anything else.
"If you give me your phone number, I promise to only communicate through messages from now on. I don't want to risk interrupting a casual date of yours. Although it would be fun to knock on your door and make a scene pretending you're my boyfriend and you're cheating on me. Now help me set the table." You say as you hold the pasta, waiting for Dean to put the pot of sauce on the table, but instead, he comes up behind you and takes the pot from your hand.
"Sweetheart, you can pretend whatever you want, as long as you can handle the consequences. Now go sit at the table, and I'll bring the things over there. It's the least I can do." Dean says near your ear as he takes the pot to the table. You then decide to sit at the table and wait for him to bring the pots.
"What did you bring?" You ask, changing the subject. You can't afford to forget that the goal of your relationship with Dean at this moment is purely professional. Even if you use rather unprofessional methods.
"Our dessert. I think now we can have dinner, and later, I'll use what I brought on you." Dean says as he sits down and serves himself, while you look at him surprised. Dinner went well, but you're suspicious of what his intention might be with this dessert. It's exciting that he's thought of something to do with you.
"I managed to write a very good chapter, thanks to your last assistance. I must say, I'm enjoying our partnership." You say, almost finishing your plate of food. Dean, who has already finished eating, gives you a mischievous little smile as if he's very proud of himself.
"You can thank me later, princess. Now, I think you're ready for another lesson that involves you being blindfolded. Where do you think is the best place for us to do this?" he asks, placing his hand in front of you and guiding you to the couch. You feel nervous, wondering what he might be up to.
"Just promise me we won't mess up my sister's floor. Or her couch." You say, watching Dean take the blindfold out of his pants pocket.He nods as if assuring that we won't mess anything up, but from the smile on his face, you don't trust him very much. He then blindfolds you. You feel his hands gently holding his head as you tie the blindfold over your eyes.
"I promise you that I will make up for any mess you made today. Just trust me." Dean speaks and you feel him walk away for a few seconds after saying that. He must be getting dessert. You feel his presence close to you as his fingers lift your dress a little. He pours a warm liquid between your thighs. Then, before you can react, he licks the liquid from your thighs. Between licking you and nibbling you, you feel a certain pleasure in the situation.
"I melted chocolate just so I could use it on you. I'm going to teach you how you can create an entire chapter of pure excitement without making any of your characters actually have sex." Dean says and lightly bites your thigh, making you more focused on what's happening to your thigh than what he's saying. He then smears some of the melted chocolate on your chest. He licks your chest, while running his hand over your body. You don't see anything, which is even more interesting. But when his hand touches your lips, you feel like you're going crazy.
"What's your goal here, Winchester? To drive me nuts?" You ask, waiting for Dean's next move. You hear him smile. He must be loving this situation. He then puts the chocolate on your lips, and you taste it. It tastes delicious, but when you finally feel Dean's lips on yours, you feel like your mind can only focus on that.
"My goal is for you to feel inspired, writer. In fact, that you want to fuck me so much that you write about it. That you remember the feeling of my fingers brushing your lips, chest, and thighs. I want you to memorize me." Dean says as he rubs chocolate on your neck and kisses there. He certainly wants to leave marks on you. Son of a bitch.
"You are the devil himself, Dean Winchester." You say, pulling Dean closer to his face. The truth is that you are thirsty for his lips.b Dean understands what you want and kisses you, with even more desire. The hands of him pulling your waist as he devours your lips as if you were chocolate itself. But unfortunately, just as you two are making out tightly, you hear a knock on the door. It sounds like someone is knocking on Dean's door.
"Dean, you dirty idiot. I think it's a good thing you're dressed and coming to open the door for your brother." You both listen to Sam speak. Damn, now it was so good to make out with Dean, Sam ended up getting in the way.
"What do we do?" You ask Dean as he takes the blindfold off your eyes. He seems pretty calm for someone who didn't want to get involved with you because of his brother.
"Do you have tools?" Dean asks, still dirty with all the chocolate. You look in the kitchen cupboards and soon find a toolbox. You quickly imagine that Dean will pretend to be a helpful neighbor. Both of you clean up the mess in the house, and just before Sam knocks on Dean's door, you open yours, revealing Sam with a suitcase in hand, surprised to see you and Dean in your house.
"Hi, Sam. Long time no see." You greet Sam from a distance. He still seems to be surprised that you and Dean are together. Dean is laughing at the whole situation as if he's an idiot. He doesn't even seem like the same guy from yesterday. You nudge him with your arm, and he stops laughing.
"You and Dean…" Sam suggests, pointing to the two of you. You and Dean shake your heads, denying whatever Sam might be thinking.
"The sink in her apartment started dripping on its own, she didn't know how to fix it, and I came to help. That's all." Dean says, grabbing the toolbox and placing it near the door to pretend that he was helping you. Then he goes to his apartment door and opens it.
"Well, I'll let you two have your sibling moment, but it was really nice to see you again, Sam. And Dean, thanks for the help. I owe you one." You say, and you can see the mischievous smile on Dean's face, but then you quickly close your door and feel the embarrassment of this whole moment wash over you. And then you realize, with Sam on the other side of the hallway, you and Dean will have to be very clever to keep him helping you. What a mess. And to make matters worse, you're all covered in chocolate.
