Request: Sneak
Request: Could you write one where TFW takes a day off and goes to the pool meanwhile dean and the reader sneak off to the motel room and make out until Sam and Cas walk in and catch them? Thanks:)
Word Count: 1,086
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You’re flopped dramatically across the foot of one of the beds, your head dangling from one side and your toes just barely brushing the ground on the other. Your arms are spread-eagle, but the stupid position is for a good cause – trying to cool down in a motel room without air con, when the hottest day of the year is reaching its peak.
Just as your mouth opens to release another complaint about the inhumane heat, the motel room door swings a little further open – you’d left it ajar in the hopes of letting the air circulate, but all it’s doing is pulling the warmth of the day into your shaded sanctuary. You look over to see both brothers coming through the door, immediately taking note of your position but quickly recognising that you’re very much alive, just not willing to move.
“We brought ice-cream. Better get it eaten quick, though, unless you want to drink a puddle.” Dean tosses a box at you, and it lands smack-bang on your stomach, quickly sending icy chills through the thin fabric of your shirt. You sit up, tearing your way into the box like a rabid animal to get to the sweet coolness inside.
“I love you,” You tell him, once a red ice-lolly is stuffed into your mouth, numbing your lips and dripping sweet cherry juice onto your tongue. Dean drops onto the bed beside you, taking the box and digging through it to find a flavour he likes – even he has abandoned his layering ways in favour of a cooler t-shirt today, though he still insisted on jeans, citing his creed on avoiding shorts at all costs.
“Mm-hm, when I’m feeding you.” He grins, pulling out a cola flavoured one and then passing the box to Sam, who quickly selects a cloudy white lemonade flavoured lolly and sets the box in the beer cooler, which is the closest thing to a freezer you’ve managed to find.
You sit in silence for a little while, letting the ice-cool treats bring your temperature down, if only for a little while – hunting isn’t good in the heat. Even the monsters don’t like the warm, and so you declared the day an official vacation – neither brother protested. In fact, all three of you sent an invitation to Cas, though he hasn’t deigned to show his face just yet.
“Hey, Dean?” Sam speaks up from the table at the other side of the room, where he’s reading through a leaflet for the motel that was there when you arrived, and hasn’t even been picked up yet, “Did you know this place had a pool?”
“What?!” You immediately jump at the chance, though your boyfriend doesn’t look quite so enthusiastic, “Why did no-one tell me about this? We’re going.”
You lick the last of the red juice from your lips and toss the stick in the trash, already pulling your bag towards you to search for a long-neglected swimming costume, “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”
“What will be fun?”
The voice would surprise you if you weren’t so used to its sudden appearance. Instead, you retract your hands from the bag and flash Cas your most winning smile.
“The pool! Cas, have you ever been swimming before?”
He pauses, considering it, “Never for pleasure. But Jimmy Novak did, I’ve seen some of his memories.” He eventually remembers, which only makes you more excited.
“Not the same. C’mon, guys, it’ll be fun. And we can’t deprive our best friend here of an experience like this, can we?”
The brothers share a look – one which means that they clearly know they’re beaten – then nod in acquiescence.
***
The pool is so cold it’s almost uncomfortable – a welcome respite from the heat of the midday sun – and slightly grubby, but you’re the first to dive in. You spend a while splashing around and diving beneath the surface but eventually pause by the edge, watching Sam and Cas throwing a ball back and forth.
“Nice view?” Dean’s voice comes from behind you, and an arm wraps around your waist. You smirk, turning to him slowly and giving him a shameless once-over.
“Not going to complain.” You reply evenly, resting your hands on his shoulders, “Why? Jealous?”
“Of course not. If that’s my competition, I have nothing to worry about.” He grins, inching his face a little closer to yours, “Y’know, I guess they’ll be out here for a while. And it’s been a long time since we’ve managed to sneak a few minutes alone.”
“I like the way you think, Dean Winchester.”
***
The heat outside is nothing compared to the heat inside as his hands trace the curve of your hips; your waist, pulling you closer as his lips attack yours again and again, an unrelenting foe that you’re all too happy to submit to. He’s right – it’s been far too long since you’ve been able to slip away and spend some time together – even like this, fully-clothed (as much as you can be, still in damp swimming costumes) and far enough apart that no-one would be too scandalised by the sight of you.
Nonetheless, he doesn’t give in, giving and taking in equal, but extraordinary measures. He’s like nothing you’ve ever known before – every time, you’re shocked by how he sets every nerve in your body alight anew and turns your muscles to jelly. Nothing around you exists, nothing needs to exist, other than him and you – that is, until he pulls back.
You whine, protesting the loss, but quickly realise that he’s looking sharply in another direction, his eyes no longer on you. You follow his gaze, your face burning when you realise that Sam and Cas are stood in the doorway, wearing identical expressions of surprise.
“Sorry. I didn’t realise we were interrupting something.” Sam offers.
“You aren’t, don’t wo-“
“Just a little.” You and Dean speak at the same time, but you carefully move off of Dean nonetheless and stretch your legs out on the bed.
“Sorry. God loves a trier.” You grin sheepishly, manging to get a laugh from both brothers. Sam nods slowly, before tugging Cas’ arm.
“I just… we’re gonna go… I think I’m gonna teach Cas about the wonders of inflatable rings. You guys be safe.”
And with that he’s gone, closing the door behind them a little harder than necessary. Dean rolls his eyes, then pulls you back towards him, winking mischievously.
“Now that’s done with…” He smirks, shamelessly looking you up and down, “Where were we?”