Blue Bliss, Chapter Ten
CHAPTER TEN
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Sam is the first to disappear from the bed. You barely register the movement or the light kiss on your cheek, but one side of you becomes achingly cold so you roll, wrapping yourself around Dean who is contentedly snoozing by your side. Dean nuzzles into you, allowing you to rest comfortably in his warm embrace. Eventually your body rebels; insisting that you’ve had enough sleep even though you could lay in Dean’s arms forever. You untangle yourself from his heavy limbs and slide from the bed. As you collect your clothes Dean groans, and you look up to see him watching you while rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Where ya running off too?” His voice is thick from sleep and his eyes are bleary and unfocused but damn it if Dean Winchester doesn’t still look fucking gorgeous. You smile and tell him the shower. He grunts and then flops back down on the bed, apparently satisfied with your reply. You giggle inwardly as you exit the room and find your way to the shower room.
One of these days you will stop taking so many frickin’ showers but you have a feeling that won’t happen until you stop having so much mind-blowing sex. You’re suddenly completely fine with the high volume of showers and you revel in the hot water as it pelts against your skin. You really don’t mind them anyways because they’re revitalizing and you can get lost in the flow of water and wash away the world for a bit, able to focus on exactly what you want as the water soaks your body, eyes closed to all distractions.
You’re doing just that, wandering within the world of your mind, when your heart suddenly leaps into your throat because a pair of strong arms is squeezing you tight up against a firmly toned body. “Boo.” Dean’s voice in your ear both frightens and relieves you at the same time. You rip yourself from his grip, turn, and smack him hard on the arm while explaining that he scared the ever-loving shit out of you.
Apparently Dean walked here naked from the bedroom and now the water is running in rivulets through his hair and down his body as his face splits into a huge satisfied grin. “Well then, mission accomplished.” It’s impossible to be mad at him and you grin back, your tension melting away like the water down the drain as he rewraps you in his eager arms. Your mind is more than willing, palpable lust and salacious thoughts playing through your mind, but your flesh is weak from the epic events of the morning. You wonder if you’ll have the willpower to say no to Dean as he presses up against you, his tongue dipping gently between your lips. You stand there pliant in his embrace, getting lost in the moment as the water showers down on you both and the answer is no, there is nothing on earth that would cause you to say no to Dean Winchester. He releases your lips and begins looking around, you aren’t sure what for, and his voice is laced with stifled amusement. “Hold on, don’t move.” His eyes lock on target and he leaves you standing under the water while he snaps up a bottle of body wash from the bench nearby. His grin is spreading back across his features as he saunters towards you while opening the bottle.
You really cannot say no, so you just stand there, waiting to see what Dean has in mind, hoping that your body can handle whatever it is he has in store. Without breaking his stride he presses right up against you, cold and almost clammy compared to your own temperature since being out of the water, and his grin melts into a passionate kiss. “Damn girl. You’re like a fucking drug.” You moan and pull him into you, stepping back so the water can wash him with its warmth. “I can’t get enough of you, and I’m sure as hell not complaining.” You smile against his lips with an affirming purr and wrap your arms around his neck. You can’t quite tell, but it feels like Dean is squeezing body wash into one hand as you keep his mouth wonderfully occupied. You hear the bottle hit the floor near your feet and you can feel Dean rub his hands together behind your back, the muscles of his arms tensing against your sides as he does.
Dean makes you step out of the flow of water and then you feel as his lathered hands begin to run up and down your back. He hums against your neck as he works and then shifts, bringing them around your sides and up between your breasts and then he spreads them so each hand slides up your neck and back down along your shoulders. Dean’s face is knitted with concentrated reverence, his hands worshiping you as he caresses. He leaves no part of you untouched as he slides down your arms, threads his fingers through yours, and then moves back up. You giggle when he gets to your armpit; it tickles and makes you self conscious at the same time. Dean gives you a warm smile that reaches deep behind those gorgeous green eyes and your awkwardness melts away. You see the adoration in his face, the devotion to owning every inch of your body with this little exercise and desire pools deep in your core at Dean’s attention.
He moves down to your breasts where he massages them with reverence, thumbing suds across each nipple, sending shivers down your body with each stroke. You bite your lip as you resist the urge to move. He didn’t tell you to stand still but you know it’s what he wants. This is his moment to play and as he works his way down to your hips and around to your ass you realize that Dean is being uncharacteristically quiet. He presses into you as his fingers knead your ass and then you blush and stifle a squeal when he slides down between your ass cheeks and back up again. Dean chuckles at your reaction and claims a lingering, playful kiss before he disappears. Dean squats at your feet, lathering up a fresh handful of suds from the bottle and then you feel him start at the top of your foot and you tense because that tickles like a motherfucker, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of a girlie yelp.
One leg at a time Dean slides his hands up to your hip and then down, up the front of each leg and back down, up the back to your butt cheek and back down, up the inside to your knee leaving your inner thigh untouched, and then down again. One more handful of suds from the bottle and Dean stands back up and you see the delightful glint in his eye as both of his hands run up the inner thigh of your right leg. Shivers vibrate your body as he moves up and when his soapy fingers brush lightly against your sex you can’t help but run your hand up the back of his neck and grip his head, letting out a little sigh of pleasure. One of his hands slides up between your ass cheeks and the other glides up the lips of your sex and across your clit; your knees almost buckle at the delicious sensation of his touch and you gasp. You didn’t realize just how badly you craved his attention until that moment and Dean apparently likes your reaction because he comes in quick, stabbing his tongue between your lips with a moan and then he shifts so that he can run both hands up your other leg.
The same path, the same exquisite feel, and your breath is coming in short pants now as Dean wraps his arms around you, pressing in, his rock hard cock grinding against your pelvis. “You’re fucking gorgeous baby.” It feels like forever since Dean has said a word and what he chooses to say sets off little fireworks in your brain, stirring that molten pool even more. Dean Winchester is such a delicious man, and you want to return his affection just as much as you want him to fuck you hard and heavy right now. Guess you weren’t as worn out as you originally thought. You smile against his shoulder as he gingerly guides you under the rain of water and he begins to rinse the soap from your body, running his hands along your skin with the flow of the water, that same gentle reverence to his touch, and you’ve never felt anything more perfect.
All the soap is gone and Dean’s fingers are gently stroking the lips of your sex when you pull him in for another play of tongues, and you like using that special connection as you tell Dean it’s your turn, without saying a single word. He smirks against your lips, apparently intrigued by the idea and he steals one more kiss from you before he steps back, the last part of him to leave your body being his fingers sliding slowly from your tortured clit. His smirk is still firmly planted on his face as he watches you grab the bottle of wash and begin soaping up your hands. You find yourself shivering with anticipation, yearning to worship Dean Winchester like he did you.
You start at his neck, your sudsy hands pulling him in for a kiss before you begin. His tongue plays back but otherwise he doesn’t move, obeying the unspoken rules. Dean’s eyes follow you as you begin to explore, sliding your hands gently down his shoulders and arms, lacing your fingers with his just like he did yours and then back up, and you purr softly in appreciation at his well-toned arms. It’s like his gaze is observing every expression and every move you make and it’s a heady drug, seeing him watch you with such interest. You slide the soap down the smooth planes of his chest, noting that he is built of solid muscle like Sam but with just a little more give, just that extra little meat on his bones that adds the right amount of play to his skin and you want so badly to lick and nibble at his soap covered sexiness.
Dean’s head turns to follow as you move around behind him and his eyes flutter shut as he bows his head when your fingers glide up the back of his neck and into his hair where you massage his scalp for a moment. A quiet moan of appreciation escapes from him just before you bring your hands back down to feast on the blissful feel of his shoulder blades and lower back. Dean lets his head roll back, face to the sky, and he shifts his stance, planting his feet a little wider and you find yourself swooning as his muscles tense and ripple beneath your fingers. This man is a sin, no one should ever be built so perfectly and you have to bite back your own moan as you move back around to his front so you can properly cup and massage his magnificent ass.
With your hands still tight on his glutes, you gently lead Dean towards the water and he keeps his head rolled back, his eyes lidded, trusting you with where you lead him. The water pours over you first, warming your chilled body and then you pull him in and your hands begin to slide the suds from his skin. Dean looks so delectable and you can’t help it, you run your tongue up his neck, lapping gently at his stubbled skin. There is a moan deep in his throat and it vibrates your lips as he savors your worship of him. You nip at his jaw while your hands tilt his head so that his lips find yours and then you wrap yourself around him, wanting to crawl inside this gorgeous creature and feel every inch of his being. Dean’s arms come in tight, squeezing you firmly against him and he backs you up until you’re pressed against the column.
Dean leans his forehead against yours, water dripping from the tip of his nose as he stares into your eyes. His breathing is heavy with lust as he lifts one of your legs, bends his knees, and then as he moves back up, you feel his cock slide tight and hot into you. You gasp into Dean’s mouth as he fills you up and then you keep gasping with each upshot of his pelvis. It’s not a position where he can go deep but Dean is making up for that with the feel of his body flexing with power against yours and his hungry mouth stealing your breath. The showering water, Dean’s low grunts, and your own gasping moans are the only sound you hear and you realize again that he’s not talking. Dean is as quiet as a church mouse as he drives into you, gripping your leg tighter with each thrust, and devouring your lips with reverent need. You’re swimming through a fog of euphoria but you manage to focus on the connection for a moment, testing the flow, and you suck in a shocked breath with what you find. He’s not just fucking you; this is Dean Winchester making love, and what little capacity you have to think melts away as your orgasm shudders through your body with a strangled gasp against his skin. Dean pants against your ear as you curl around him, riding the bliss that reverberates through your body and you remain suspended in paradise for a time until he finally thrusts hard and fast, moaning with muted exultation against your neck as he releases deep inside you.
Dean remains pressed against you, unmoving other than to slowly lower your leg and run his hand gently up your side, his breath finally steadying to consistent warm blasts against your skin. You stay wrapped around him and he doesn’t let you go as he pulls you both under the water, his face still nestled against your ear and you both just hold each other, letting the water wash away the world for a time. Dean’s embrace is tender and your entire body is glowing with the affection that’s flowing through the connection and you nuzzle his neck, sending your own waves of adoration back at this god of a man as he holds you tight. It’s a moment suspended in time, one that stands out from the rest and you find that you don’t want it to end, ever, but it does, somewhat abruptly.
You feel the light sting before you hear the resounding slap that accompanies the sharp smack of Dean’s hand to your ass and you blush, stifling a giggle against his shoulder. “Damn girl, I need to take a shower with you more often.” Dean’s teeth graze your neck with a playful nibble before he steps back and flashes you his well-practiced charming smile. He’s back to his normal self as he gives you a wink and then he heads for the door, dripping a trail of water as he goes. “It’s almost lunch time you know, and I’m starving. Throw on some clothes and let’s find some chow.” You can’t help but smile warmly as you watch him leave, your body still tingling from the knowledge that you just claimed a piece of Dean Winchester that you’re sure very few others ever have.
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Sam was apparently of the same mind regarding lunch because you and Dean find him in the kitchen raiding the fridge. You all sit down and enjoy delicious club-style sandwiches and piles of unhealthy chips as you laugh and joke, the mood is light and fun as you eat and talk. When everyone’s done you shoo the boys away and insist on taking care of the dishes yourself. It’s purely out of self preservation because their legs were pressed up against yours again and they both kept stealing playful kisses, and despite the huge amounts of sex you’ve all had in the last couple of hours, you could still feel it building back up again, so you made them leave to keep you from wearing yourself out completely. You chuckle to yourself as you wash the plates, reminiscing and replaying the events of the morning in your mind.
You don’t rush and you even meander back to your room for a short bit before you mindlessly wander down the hall in the direction of the boys, the connection telling you where they are without you needing to think about it and it’s a good thing, because your time alone has only added to your distracted state. As you approach the library, you hear the muffled voice of Sam and you slow down to listen. “Yeah Dean, but what if we can’t stop it?”
“Sam. We’ll stop it.” Dean’s voice is sharp, full of wishful finality. Your good mood melts and you tuck into the corner to eavesdrop, worry etched across your face as you stay out of sight.
Sam blows out a frustrated sigh before he tries again, “Listen, I’m sure we will. We’ll track down these bastards and we’ll take care of ‘em, but we need a backup plan. You’re always telling me to follow your gut, isn’t your gut telling you to have a backup plan?”
“No. Yes. Maybe.” Dean pauses between each word with frustration before proclaiming, “But not that. I refuse to even consider that. It will not be Plan B… or C… it’s just, it’s not even a frickin’ plan. Not an option. We’ll find another way, ok.”
“Ok. I just. I don’t want to do it any more than you; I was just telling you what I found. I’ll keep digging and you’re right, we’ll find another way, there has to be another way.” Sam is defensive, unhappy that Dean thinks he would ever want to do whatever it is he mentioned. Must be pretty bad, probably something horrible like killing you or something. Wait…. You said that to yourself as a joke but it’s not funny, because you suddenly suspect that maybe, just maybe that’s the option that’s not an option. Holy shit that’s not cool! You keep listening because this is the first time you’ve heard them talk shop and you’re beyond curious, and a little scared at the same time.
“If they do get far enough to make the key, I’m sure killing him/her or it would be just as effective, so there’s always that.” Sam is obviously thinking out loud and Dean shoots him down.
“That’s assuming we ever find the key once it’s made, AND, can get close enough to kill ‘him/her or it’.”
“Hmmm. Yeah, well we know where the gatekeeper is and it takes two to tango so maybe we could find a way to bind her, but that wouldn’t be a guarantee.” Sam seems unsure about his suggestion but you feel like he’s desperate to find anything but the “that” mentioned earlier.
“Bind her how? She’s not a demon or you talking about a good ole fashioned hog-tie?” Dean is incredulous, sounding equally unhappy about all of this conversation.
Sam’s voice is tight and matter of fact when he states, “Witchcraft.”
“Witchcraft?” Dean sounds stupefied at that. “Have you gone all Sabrina the Teenage Witch on me Sammy? Whattya mean witchcraft?”
“I mean a hex bag. A binding spell. Nothing too major but strong enough to hold her. It wouldn’t hurt, and in theory, it will keep her from the key until we can, you know, stop anything from happening.” Sam sounds uncomfortable and he doesn’t sound fully convinced of his own statement as he says it. Dean isn’t convinced either apparently and he shoots Sam down again.
“Well that’s just swell. We’ll just whip that right up and cast it on her when?” Dean pauses for emphasis, “When Sammy? Those guys are a couple of states over and who knows how many sacrifices away from getting the job done so do you plan on waiting till they knock on the door so you can say ‘hold on guys, I gotta do this thing real quick to foil your evil plot’?” Sam offers no answer so Dean keeps rolling, “Better yet, just go ahead and do it right now and we can set her in a corner and use her as coat rack. Your plan sucks Sammy. Really sucks.” Dean is on fire, tearing into Sam with righteous indignation and you feel kind of bad for Sam because he’s just trying to help, but honestly you really don’t like the sound of witchcraft and you don’t want to be a coat rack.
You can tell Dean is worried which is fueling his overreaction to Sam’s less than awesome suggestion and you hear the worry in Sam’s voice too, “Ok. Ok. Sorry. Didn’t think that one all the way through.”
Dean ignores his brother’s apology but his tone softens as he admits, “And we can’t keep her locked up in here forever Sam. I’m surprised she’s put up with it this long, if I was her I’d be riding Ozzie’s crazy train by now.”
“Yeah she’s been pretty awesome for sure.” Sam pauses, “We….. we’ll find those bastards before they can touch her. We WILL.” Now Sam sounds like Dean, full of wishful finality, “I just…” He sighs heavily, “I just wanna keep her safe, you know?” Sam’s sincerity is powerful.
There is a long pause, filled with silent emotion and then, “Yeah.” Dean’s sigh is just as heavy, “Yeah I know. Me too.” Not a flowery admittance but it’s enough to break your heart as you stand there eavesdropping and you could almost cry at how much these two brothers have done for you and the worry you’ve caused them, just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You hate seeing them down and out and there is another lingering silence in the library. You test the connection and you feel it, neither has anything else to say because their lost in their own dark and worried thoughts. You want the happiness back, you don’t want them brooding and brimming with angst, so without thinking you move forward. You hop up the library steps with a huge grin on your face and it’s taking all you have to look genuine.
Sam’s facing the doorway, slid down in his chair, legs spread out wide and long in front of him as his hand idly flips and taps a pen on the tabletop. Dean is opposite him; one asscheek planted on the table, leaning towards Sammy, his weight resting comfortably on his folded leg. Both of their faces were indeed broody, etched with sorrow and concern, and it takes them both a moment before they react to your presence. Once they pull themselves from their thoughts they look up, smiles immediately spreading wide as their eyes follow your entrance into the room.
It’s like a curtain being opened on a sunny morning, their smiles are brilliant and genuine and the mood immediately shifts upward and you no longer have to fake your own grin. You’re feeding as much positive happy emotions as you can muster through that thread to both of them, pulling from your memories with each of them as you play ignorant, pretending you didn’t hear a thing as you ask what they’ve been up to. You see a glimmer of pain flash behind Dean’s eyes and Sam’s smile tightens every so slightly before he answers. “Not much. Trying to do some research and failing miserably.” Sam’s feelings are a roiling mixture as you tenderly test the thread. His worry is being quickly beaten down, replaced by warmth for you and you can actually feel his arousal as he thinks of your morning activities.
“Yup. Sammy’s right. We are downright worthless, so let’s take the rest of the day off and do a whole lot of nothing.” Dean’s mind is similar and your eyes stay fixed on him as he slides off the table and comes around so he’s standing next to Sam. They are both such magnificent creatures and you like Dean’s idea, so you extend one arm to each brother. Electric tingles vibrate your body as they each grab a hand, Sam unfolding himself from the chair and Dean stepping closer than necessary as he threads his fingers between yours. You give them a smirk as you pull them gently towards the doorway, telling them that lots of nothing sounds like fun.