Fic: Dirty Deeds (2/3)
Title: Dirty Deeds
Verse: SV/SPN
Rating: M/NC17 - smutfest
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: Dirty Deeds lyrics belong to AC/DC, characters belong to not me.
Spoilers: None really, sorta AU, timeline jumps around a little.
A/N: I went on Youtube and watched some amazing Chlean fanvids. Trouble was not a whole lot of them were set to classic rock and this is DEAN we're talking about. Since I don't currently have the equipment to make a vid (and I highly doubt these scenes would be appropriate for YT) I'm writing smut instead. :)
A/N 2: I tried for a complete smuterific fic but somehow the tiniest bit of plot leaked in. Oops.
Summary: ...she knew of one that would support the "no strings attached" mission she had in mind. Maybe he could lend her some pointers.
Dirty Deeds 2/3
You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start
Nearly 3 years later Dean was travelling the open road with his little brother, glad to have the company. The summer had been sweltering this year and they drove with the windows down and the tunes cranked up. As they sang along to Zeppelin, Dean remembered another summer years ago and how hot that one had been.
They pulled into a roadside diner that advertised the best pie this stretch of highway. Dean had forked the first of many mouthfuls to come into his mouth when his cell rang from his pocket. AC/DC’s Dirty Deeds filled the diner, causing the patrons to glance over at the two newcomers. Dean grinned around a mouth full of warm blueberry filling and put the phone to his ear. He hadn’t heard that ring tone in nearly two years but he knew who it was. Felt his dick jump at the thought of hearing her voice again.
“Hey, Blondie.”
“Dean?” He heard her sniffle and immediately tried to stand up, stuck in the booth.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” He finally angled himself out of the booth seat and stood, ready to haul ass to wherever she was.
“It’s Ji-Jimmy.” She choked out, “I caught him with - with another girl.”
Dean felt his ears go hot; his neck burn and he started charging towards the diner door. “Where are you? I’m on my way.”
Chloe barely got out the word, “Talon” before he flipped his phone closed and slid into the driver’s seat of the Impala. Thankfully Sammy could read between the lines or he would have left him there, forgotten. As it was Sam had barely had time to throw down enough bills to cover their food and jump into the passenger seat before Dean was in gear and driving down the highway in the direction they had just come from like a bat out of hell.
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
“Wanna tell me where we’re going in such a hurry when our next case is back that way?” Sam pointed with his thumb over his shoulder towards where they’d just taken off from.
“It’s an emergency.” Dean replied stiffly, a growl evident in his voice, and drove faster looking straight ahead. He estimated they could be in Smallville in less than 2 hours if he kept at his current speed.
Sam grinned and looked out the window. It was a girl. And since Dean was dropping everything they had worked the last few days on to go to her, it was The One.
Dean occasionally brought her up when Sam tricked him into it. He’d never actually said her name, just that if he were to ever leave hunting behind, she’d be who he could see himself settling in with. According to Dean she was versed in the weird and unusual, she could handle herself with a weapon and she made Dean grin when he talked about her. Sam had nicknamed her The One. He’d never called her that around Dean but in his mind she was the epitome of everything good in this world. And he was finally going to meet her.
*just under 2 hours later*
Dean looked at Sam expectantly as he stopped in front of one of the only motels in Smallville.
“Oh, come on!” Sam said, staring over at Dean. “I’m finally within five miles of your mystery girl and you’re going to leave me here?”
Dean glared at his brother, “She walked in on her boyfriend fucking some skank. I don’t think she’s up for visitors, Sammy.”
Sam huffed and rolled his eyes, getting out of the car and grabbing his duffel. Before he could shut the door all the way Dean was taking off down the road, leaving him in the exhaust.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dean walked into The Talon, heading for the apartment upstairs when he spotted someone coming from her door. A small hand landed on the guys’ chest and he heard Chloe say softly, “Just leave, Jimmy.”
Dean smiled and cracked his knuckles, taking the stairs two at a time. “So you’re Jimmy, huh?” He looked at the guy that Chloe had finally given into nearly a year after their summer vacation together. This was the man that Chloe had fallen for? Dean smirked. She could do better.
Jimmy puffed out his chest, taking in the fact that a man he didn’t know was coming up to his girlfriend’s apartment. “Who wants to know?”
Dean smiled and tilted his head, then cocked back his arm and let his fist find Jimmy’s face. Chloe let out a startled noise but did nothing to stop him so he grabbed Jimmy by the back of his neck while Jimmy held his bleeding nose with his hands. “Come near her again, I’ll fucking kill you.” He bent slightly so Jimmy would have to look him in the face, “We clear?”
Jimmy yanked himself away from Dean’s grip to glare at him. “She’s my girlfriend,” he protested weakly.
Dean’s smile grew and he shoved the other man towards the stairs, aware that they had the whole coffee house as onlookers. He backed up until he stood in Chloe’s doorway and straightened to his full height when her hands rested against his back from behind him. “Not anymore she ain’t.” Then he turned and slammed the door behind him, looking down into the thankful eyes of one Chloe Sullivan.
Chloe let out a relieved sigh and let her forehead fall forward to land against Dean’s chest. “My hero.” She joked and grabbed his right hand with hers, checking out the bruising already forming on the knuckles. “We should get some ice for this.”
She turned to go to the kitchen area but Dean stopped her by landing a heavy hand on her arm, “Not so fast.”
Chloe turned and studied him from over her shoulder. “What?”
Dean turned her around and pulled her close. He folded her to him, his arms engulfing her completely. Chloe pressed her cheek to Dean’s shirt and inhaled the familiar scent of him that had stayed with her for the last few years. It was a smell she missed so much. Chloe instinctively turned her face and pressed her lips to the hollow in his neck, where his collar bones didn’t quite meet. Dean groaned and ran his fingers into her hair, longer than it had been years ago. More to get tangled in, he thought, and then immediately wondered how the soft locks would feel dragging over his skin.
Chloe tightened her hands on Dean’s biceps where she currently held on for dear life. He had come up those stairs like a man on a mission. He had punched Jimmy right in the face…the same thing she had wanted to do since she had caught him with another woman. Dean had made it look so easy.
Dean leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. “Tell me to stop now. Because I swear to God, Chloe, if you don’t I’m going to lose it here.”
Chloe looked up into his eyes and saw all her dreams staring right back at her. This was the man she wanted to be with. The same man she had always wanted to be with but couldn’t. She had tried to fill that hole with Jimmy, and it wasn’t really fair to him because Jimmy was nowhere close to Dean. Chloe was pretty sure there was no other man in the world that could come close to Dean besides well, Dean. And here he was, standing right in front her, waiting for her to give him the go ahead. Fuck it, Chloe thought. She’d take what she could get.
She leaned up and took his mouth with hers, walking him backwards until he hit the wall. Dean grunted in surprise that she took the lead so swiftly but went with it because it was Chloe and if this was what she needed, he could give it to her.
He let her strip him, every article of clothing seemed to be considered foreplay.
His shirt first, she ran her hands down his hard chest to his sinewy abs and then under the hem, dragging her fingers along the waistband of his pants. The whole time she placed kisses against his shirt, and then scraped her teeth over the material covering his nipple. Dean grabbed her hips and groaned. Then Chloe ran her hands up under his shirt to his abs, then his pecs and down to his sides. When she finally pulled the hem up and over his head his cock was already hot and wet with precum.
Her hands fell down to his jeans next and he stiffened when her fingers playfully walked along the waist band to the back and then dropped to grab his ass. “Your ass is the best ever.” She sighed and Dean barked out a laugh.
“I beg to disagree.” He said and his hands tunneled into her hair, bringing her lips up to meet his. “I’m glad you enjoy it, though.” He said and then grunted in surprise as she squeezed his cheeks playfully.
“Oh, I do.” She winked and then nibbled at his lower lip. Her hands traveled back to the front of his jeans and undid the button there. Then she slowly worked the zipper down, tooth by tooth, until Dean was ready to swat her hands aside and tear his jeans off. His cock was swollen and getting bigger every second she tortured him. As soon as his jeans were undone Chloe ran her hands down his hips, dragging the denim down until his jeans fell freely to his boots.
Dean started to bend his leg and grab at his boot to wrestle it off and Chloe stopped him, pressing him back more firmly against the wall. At her look; her eyelids heavy with desire and her jade eyes seducing him further, Dean stopped fighting and leaned back. Chloe smiled up at him and kissed each corner of his mouth, her fingernails lightly scraping against the material of his boxer briefs covering his dick. Dean moaned and collapsed against the wall, not able to hold himself upright any more.
When Chloe sank to her knees in front of him and pressed her cheek against his cotton covered shaft he grabbed a handful of her hair and hissed out her name.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Mmm,” was her only reply as she dragged her parted lips up his length. She swallowed thickly and admitted, “I want to.”
Dean didn’t know how to argue with that, so he didn’t. He cupped her cheek with his hand and tilted her head up to look at him as her fingers deftly shed him of his boxers. “I love you, Chloe.”
Chloe smiled softly and wrapped both hands around his cock, angled it towards her mouth and sucked him in. Her tongue swirled around his head and flicked against the slit at the tip. Dean’s knees bent and he rolled his head back against the wall. His thumbs pressed into the hollows of her cheeks as she swirled and sucked and then swept forward to take him to the back of her throat. Dean, all instincts screaming at him to surge forward and fuck her mouth with all he had, kept his grip on her hair light and gentle instead. As she pumped him, using his body fluids and her saliva as lubricant, her hands sliding up and down his cock and twisting on the end stroke he tightened his hold on her slightly and Chloe took that as a good sign.
Chloe breathed heavily through her nose, took him deep into her throat again and swallowed convulsively, letting her throat muscles massage his cock.
Dean grunted her name and couldn't stop from holding her head tight to him as he came in spurts, shooting his seed down her throat. Chloe hummed her approval the whole time, enjoying his neediness and the masculine taste of pure Dean. When he would have pulled out she grabbed his hips and lovingly swirled her tongue around him before releasing him from her mouth, paying special attention to the head of his dick and enjoying the way Dean shook and shuddered with each swipe of her tongue.
As soon as his dick was out of her mouth Dean grabbed her under her arms and hauled her up to him. He turned her so she was sandwiched between the wall and him and he kissed her deeply. The taste of him and her natural sweetness mingled on his tongue and he groaned because it was the most sensual moment of his life.
He wanted to peel her clothes off as seductively as she had done to him but he couldn’t think rationally. Instead he broke their kiss and dropped to his knees. He shed her of her jeans in record time and leaned his forehead against her hip when he saw the lace panties barely concealing her, drenched from her juices from pleasing him.
He pressed his nose against her and inhaled deeply and Chloe moaned and shifted her legs apart. Dean let out a breath and she rocked her hips forward. “Dean.” She moaned and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up at her and grinned wickedly.
“Paybacks,” he said roughly, grabbed her behind her thighs and opened his mouth over her. His tongue lapped at her juices and his fingers kneaded her flesh, bringing her as close to his face as possible. His nose bumped against her clit, his tongue delved as far into her as her panties would allow and Chloe grabbed Dean’s head with both hands and rode his face for all she was worth. She came seconds later, a leg thrown over his shoulder and her head tossed back against the wall. Dean sucked in air and pulled her panties down and off her. He leaned in once again and put his mouth to her, his hands pressing her hips back against the wall.
“One more time,” he said and Chloe moaned and shuddered and screamed his name as his tongue flattened against her soaked slit.
Soon Chloe collapsed against him and he dragged her down to the floor to him. He pulled her into his lap and wrangled his boots off, his jeans and boxers following behind. He cradled her to him and planted kisses along her hairline. “I meant it when I said I love you.”
Chloe sighed with a smile and lifted her head to look at him, adjusting her position in his lap so that she straddled him. His cock engorged and seeking entrance. She rocked against him, drawing him in and leaned her forehead against his, moaning his name as he wrapped both arms tight around her. “I know you meant it. And I love you too.” She answered as he filled every space inside her.
Dean rubbed his whiskered cheek against hers and whispered in her ear, “Mind saying that again?”
Chloe giggled and pressed against him, her nose going to his neck and inhaling deeply, her hips rocking forward and surging back, taking their time. She kissed her way up his cheek, rubbing her lips against the soft skin behind his ear. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” And he held on tight, eyes closed as his world came together, if even for this moment.
TBC: 3/3