All in the Family
All in the Family
Chapter 5
Chapter Wordcount: 1292
Sam had not so subtly invited Rayne to join him in the shower, but she had declined, claiming she wanted to soak in the tub when he was done.
That was a pretty normal occurrence for her so he didn’t think twice before padding off to the bathroom.
When she finally slipped into the hot water she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.
She cupped the warm water in her hands and washed it across her face, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
She almost fell asleep, lying there in the water, when she heard the distinct rumble of the Impala pull up outside.
She sat up quicker than she wanted to and water sloshed over the side of the tub.
Why the hell was her stomach suddenly in a knot?
Dean walked in to see Sam passed out on the bed and smiled. Mission accomplished.
When he heard the water splash in the bathroom he grinned again, he wanted to take a shower and get the smell of smoke and booze off of himself anyways.
“Hey babe,” he said quietly as he came through the bathroom door.
“Hey,” Rayne smiled back.
Dean toed of his boots and pulled off his shit, “Everything go…okay?”
She turned red and looked away.
He chuckled and leaned over the side of the tub and gave her a quick kiss.
“Mind if I join you? I need to take a shower.”
“Sure,” she smiled, pulling the rubber stopper out and letting her bathwater drain and standing up as he turned on the showerhead.
As he adjusted the temperature she grabbed the diminutive soap bar from the sill and lathered up his back, focusing on the minuscule bubbles that danced along her fingers and the planes of his muscles before swirling their way down to the swell of his ass and powerful thighs.
He groaned and leaned back into her touch.
She sighed and smiled when he turned back around, immersing his fingers in her hair and pulling her into a rough but somehow still tender kiss.
Something shot through her like a static jolt and she paused before dropping the soap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He backed her into the cold tiled wall and mistook her gasp to be from the temperature differential.
He continued his assault, licking and nipping small red marks onto her neck and collarbone before laving them away with his rough tongue.
She tugged unconsciously on his short cropped hair and he pulled his mouth back to hers, running his hand tantalizingly slow down her side before gripping her thigh and wrapping her leg around him.
His kisses were rough but tender, his tongue marking familiar patterns against her own and she relaxed in his grip reveling in the safety and security she had come to know from those arms.
He pushed her against the tile as he grunted and hiked her other leg up, supporting her between himself and the wall.
She felt his insistent heat pressed against her and curled into the crook of his neck as he positioned himself and eased his way inside her.
She moaned and her head went back, hitting the unforgiving ceramic with a dull thump.
Dean leaned forward sucking hungrily on her neck before moving, moaning when he heard her sharp intake of breath.
He chanced circling her clit with the rough pad of his finger before grabbing her thigh again as he struggled keep pace and rhythm while maintaining his footing on the soapy shower floor.
He felt the slight change in her body, knowing by feel and experience alone that she was close to loosing it.
He looked up through the water dripping of his lashes and stumbled, losing his pace and nearly his footing.
“Ray?”
She had her eyes clenched shut and he could tell the stark difference between the water falling from above them and the tears falling from her eyes.
“Rayne?” he asked, panic slicing through him, the last tremor of want and need coursing through his muscles before being replaced with sheer terror.
She shook her head and dropped her legs from his waist, toes stretched out trying to find the ground.
“Hey, hey, no, Rayne, what is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked, voice breaking.
She shook her head more forcefully, struggling against him, the sudden need to flee shooting through her veins like ice.
She was slipping in his grasp and he managed to lower them to the floor where she curled in on herself, stubbornly refusing to cry but her body not complying with her demands.
“Rayne, what…you’re scaring me.”
She choked back a sob, finally opening her eyes, but looking anywhere but Dean’s face.
“Did I hurt you,” he whispered, a knot of nausea growing in his stomach, “Did…did Sam…”
“No,” she rasped, “God no, neither of you…” she inhaled brokenly.
She finally looked at him and saw the concern that shone in his eyes, making the green that much more soul piercing. She choked back another sob.
“Ray…”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
His brow furrowed as he shifted his legs underneath himself, his palm burning like a brand on her arm.
“Talk to me.”
She shook her head, “I don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
She inhaled again.
Dean drug his bottom lip through his teeth, “Understand what baby,” he whispered.
“Why I feel like this…like…like what I did was wrong,” she said so softly Dean barely heard her.
“With Sam?”
She nodded again, burying her face in her hand.
“Hey, hey, Rayne, look at me,” he rumbled, pulling her hand away and lacing his fingers in hers.
“We’re all freaking out, okay? You…you’ve been the rock this whole damn time, hell, maybe I shouldn’t have pushed you guys into this, set the damn thing up…”
“It’s not you’re fault.”
“Well you didn’t do anything wrong.”
When she continued to stare at the floor he sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand.
“Rayne…this isn’t easy, okay? But I love you, you didn’t do anything wrong. Sam loves you, he didn’t do anything wrong. Okay? We just…” he sighed again. “This is new for all of us, hell, the only threesome I ever had was with two girls…and this,” he said, waving his hand, “Goes way beyond that…I mean, this isn’t just a fuck, this is…well, it’s us.”
She sighed again, her breathing returning to normal and looked at him.
He smiled sadly. “Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just nerves. We’re all driving without a map on this one.”
He smiled at her again before leaning in and kissing her softly.
“You okay?”
She nodded and wiped at her face with her hand.
“We all okay?”
She smirked and nodded again.
Dean smiled back.
Dean led her back into the room, his hand on the small of her back preventing her from retreating back into the cave of the bathroom.
Rayne heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Sam in a dead sleep.
“Babe?”
She startled and looked at Dean before looking back towards the bed, the sheet hanging precariously over Sam’s hips.
She sighed and smiled slightly, “I’m okay,” she whispered before they moved to the bed.
She climbed in first and settled next to Sam, who automatically draped an arm over her waist and pulled her body back towards his.
Dean smiled, clicking off the lamp and crawling in beside her.
He took her hand and linked his fingers with hers, bringing it up to rest between their faces.
“Okay?”
She smiled and nodded as he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose before meeting her lips softly.
“’Night baby,” he whispered, forehead resting against hers.
“’Night.”
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Chapter 5
Chapter Wordcount: 1292
Sam had not so subtly invited Rayne to join him in the shower, but she had declined, claiming she wanted to soak in the tub when he was done.
That was a pretty normal occurrence for her so he didn’t think twice before padding off to the bathroom.
When she finally slipped into the hot water she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.
She cupped the warm water in her hands and washed it across her face, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
She almost fell asleep, lying there in the water, when she heard the distinct rumble of the Impala pull up outside.
She sat up quicker than she wanted to and water sloshed over the side of the tub.
Why the hell was her stomach suddenly in a knot?
Dean walked in to see Sam passed out on the bed and smiled. Mission accomplished.
When he heard the water splash in the bathroom he grinned again, he wanted to take a shower and get the smell of smoke and booze off of himself anyways.
“Hey babe,” he said quietly as he came through the bathroom door.
“Hey,” Rayne smiled back.
Dean toed of his boots and pulled off his shit, “Everything go…okay?”
She turned red and looked away.
He chuckled and leaned over the side of the tub and gave her a quick kiss.
“Mind if I join you? I need to take a shower.”
“Sure,” she smiled, pulling the rubber stopper out and letting her bathwater drain and standing up as he turned on the showerhead.
As he adjusted the temperature she grabbed the diminutive soap bar from the sill and lathered up his back, focusing on the minuscule bubbles that danced along her fingers and the planes of his muscles before swirling their way down to the swell of his ass and powerful thighs.
He groaned and leaned back into her touch.
She sighed and smiled when he turned back around, immersing his fingers in her hair and pulling her into a rough but somehow still tender kiss.
Something shot through her like a static jolt and she paused before dropping the soap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He backed her into the cold tiled wall and mistook her gasp to be from the temperature differential.
He continued his assault, licking and nipping small red marks onto her neck and collarbone before laving them away with his rough tongue.
She tugged unconsciously on his short cropped hair and he pulled his mouth back to hers, running his hand tantalizingly slow down her side before gripping her thigh and wrapping her leg around him.
His kisses were rough but tender, his tongue marking familiar patterns against her own and she relaxed in his grip reveling in the safety and security she had come to know from those arms.
He pushed her against the tile as he grunted and hiked her other leg up, supporting her between himself and the wall.
She felt his insistent heat pressed against her and curled into the crook of his neck as he positioned himself and eased his way inside her.
She moaned and her head went back, hitting the unforgiving ceramic with a dull thump.
Dean leaned forward sucking hungrily on her neck before moving, moaning when he heard her sharp intake of breath.
He chanced circling her clit with the rough pad of his finger before grabbing her thigh again as he struggled keep pace and rhythm while maintaining his footing on the soapy shower floor.
He felt the slight change in her body, knowing by feel and experience alone that she was close to loosing it.
He looked up through the water dripping of his lashes and stumbled, losing his pace and nearly his footing.
“Ray?”
She had her eyes clenched shut and he could tell the stark difference between the water falling from above them and the tears falling from her eyes.
“Rayne?” he asked, panic slicing through him, the last tremor of want and need coursing through his muscles before being replaced with sheer terror.
She shook her head and dropped her legs from his waist, toes stretched out trying to find the ground.
“Hey, hey, no, Rayne, what is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked, voice breaking.
She shook her head more forcefully, struggling against him, the sudden need to flee shooting through her veins like ice.
She was slipping in his grasp and he managed to lower them to the floor where she curled in on herself, stubbornly refusing to cry but her body not complying with her demands.
“Rayne, what…you’re scaring me.”
She choked back a sob, finally opening her eyes, but looking anywhere but Dean’s face.
“Did I hurt you,” he whispered, a knot of nausea growing in his stomach, “Did…did Sam…”
“No,” she rasped, “God no, neither of you…” she inhaled brokenly.
She finally looked at him and saw the concern that shone in his eyes, making the green that much more soul piercing. She choked back another sob.
“Ray…”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
His brow furrowed as he shifted his legs underneath himself, his palm burning like a brand on her arm.
“Talk to me.”
She shook her head, “I don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
She inhaled again.
Dean drug his bottom lip through his teeth, “Understand what baby,” he whispered.
“Why I feel like this…like…like what I did was wrong,” she said so softly Dean barely heard her.
“With Sam?”
She nodded again, burying her face in her hand.
“Hey, hey, Rayne, look at me,” he rumbled, pulling her hand away and lacing his fingers in hers.
“We’re all freaking out, okay? You…you’ve been the rock this whole damn time, hell, maybe I shouldn’t have pushed you guys into this, set the damn thing up…”
“It’s not you’re fault.”
“Well you didn’t do anything wrong.”
When she continued to stare at the floor he sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand.
“Rayne…this isn’t easy, okay? But I love you, you didn’t do anything wrong. Sam loves you, he didn’t do anything wrong. Okay? We just…” he sighed again. “This is new for all of us, hell, the only threesome I ever had was with two girls…and this,” he said, waving his hand, “Goes way beyond that…I mean, this isn’t just a fuck, this is…well, it’s us.”
She sighed again, her breathing returning to normal and looked at him.
He smiled sadly. “Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just nerves. We’re all driving without a map on this one.”
He smiled at her again before leaning in and kissing her softly.
“You okay?”
She nodded and wiped at her face with her hand.
“We all okay?”
She smirked and nodded again.
Dean smiled back.
Dean led her back into the room, his hand on the small of her back preventing her from retreating back into the cave of the bathroom.
Rayne heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Sam in a dead sleep.
“Babe?”
She startled and looked at Dean before looking back towards the bed, the sheet hanging precariously over Sam’s hips.
She sighed and smiled slightly, “I’m okay,” she whispered before they moved to the bed.
She climbed in first and settled next to Sam, who automatically draped an arm over her waist and pulled her body back towards his.
Dean smiled, clicking off the lamp and crawling in beside her.
He took her hand and linked his fingers with hers, bringing it up to rest between their faces.
“Okay?”
She smiled and nodded as he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose before meeting her lips softly.
“’Night baby,” he whispered, forehead resting against hers.
“’Night.”
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