Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 22/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21
Chapter 22: You Don't Know How It Feels
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint. Let's head on down the road. There's somewhere I gotta go. And you don't know how it feels. You don't know how it feels to be me.”
Gas Light Saloon
Sioux Falls, SD
John nursed his beer waiting for Bobby to show. Why Bobby had to be difficult and meet him here instead of at the scrap yard was beyond John. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The last time that John had seen Bobby Singer he was on the wrong end of a shot gun. That didn't matter now. He needed information on some old time hunters and was told that Bobby had intel on them.
“So, John, you mind telling me why you're asking around about some dead hunters?” Bobby questions as he takes a seat across from John.
John finishes off his beer considering how much he should tell Bobby. He's not about to tip his whole hand, he just wants his suspicions confirmed. “I think they had a run in with the demon that killed Mary.”
“The Connors were based out of Connecticut from what I remember. Didn't this demon stay around your neck of the woods?”
“At the time of Mary's death yes but there was this woman that asked me questions a few days after the fire. She was about Mary's age and the questions she asked me Bobby sounded like questions we ask witnesses.”
“You think she was a hunter?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I know she was.” John states adamantly. “She had an older brother with her but she was the one that questioned me.”
“Well, Megan and Gavin Connors hunted together. But they're both dead. Been dead seventeen years at least.”
“Did Megan have any children?”
“Where you going with this John?”
“The girl that Dean took off to be with, she looks exactly like the woman that questioned me back in Lawrence.”
“You know that's crazy, right?”
“I mean it. Same dark hair, green eyes...”
“There's lots of women out there with dark hair and green eyes. Sounds more like you're just fishing for an excuse to get Dean outta there.”
“Bobby, I'm not...”
“Sure you are. Your son isn't stupid. He ran the tests on her. YOU ran the tests on her and she came up clean. She's not a monster, not a demon and so now you're trying to connect her to a family of dead hunters. What does that sound like to you?”
“Dean isn't ready to be on his own.”
“You should've thought of that before you told him to leave. He's a grown man John. Time you started treating him like one.”
John watches Bobby leave while shaking his head. Maybe he was trying to find an excuse to get Dean to keep hunting. That didn't mean he was wrong. He knew he told Dean he had to choose but John thought for sure his son would've picked hunting. With both Sam and Dean out on their own he couldn't help but be concerned. His boys were in danger. He was going to have to keep an eye on them from a distance until they were both ready to come back.
Stanford University
October 31, 2001
Sam was in the library hiding out from his room mate when his cell began to flash. Sam glanced at the screen and was more than a little surprised to see the text was from Dean. He opened the text immediately which read, 'All's good. In NOLA with Lexi.' Sam smiled then replied, 'You staying?'
'Thinking about it.'
'Good. Have fun Dean.'
'Right back atcha bro. BTW get out of the library.'
'How'd you know I'm in the library?'
'What don't I know about you?'
Sam smiled, closed his cell and then began putting his books back in his bag. He was glad his brother was finally trying to have a life of his own. Sam figures he should try to do the same. After all, he couldn't avoid his room mate forever. So even though Sam hated Halloween, he was going to go out with Brady and pretend that he was like any other normal college freshman. Without the costume, though. Sam Winchester does not do costumes.
Sam was sitting at a table in the corner of the bar watching his friends Luis and Brady crash and burn as they tried to pick up a couple of girls. Sam smiled to himself thinking how easily Dean would swoop in and get both numbers then come back over to Sam with a look of triumph on his face. He sighed and attempted to brush the thought of his brother a way. He couldn't though. He missed his brother. Sam wondered what Dean was doing right now. Then it occurred to him that his brother was probably having lots of loud make up sex with Lexi at the moment. The thought made his stomach turn but it also made Sam realize something. He was still in the same place he was in high school. He was still alone. Sure he had made a few friends but there was no girlfriend to speak of. He wasn't normal like Brady and Luis. He wouldn't be going home for school breaks to see his family. No matter how well he hid it, deep down Sam Winchester knew he was a freak. Well, Sam was tired of being on the outside looking in. He had the chance here to start over and that's exactly what he was going to do. He was going to start by talking to that pretty brunette at the bar. Now, if he only knew what to say...
New Orleans
October 31, 2001
Dean groans as he rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. He blinks his eyes a few times trying to get them to focus on the room he's in. Then he remembers he's in New Orleans. It still doesn't feel real but the ache in his arm brings him back to reality. His arm still hurts like a son of a bitch. Though, he figures he'll live since Lexi did a good job patching him up. Dean looks down at her with the trace of a small smile on his face. He reaches down running his fingertips lightly across Lexi's cheek as he brushes some of her hair off her face.
He's missed her so much. More than he ever thought possible. They have some time to make up for and part of Dean's plan to do that was to christen every room and surface in this apartment. He was just about to wake her up for round two when it hit him. He smirks down at Lexi realizing he could finally wake her up the way he's always wanted to. It's just the two of them in the apartment, no one would be barging in. He smirks one last time then ducks under the comforter.
Lexi's eyes flutter open and for a split second she thinks she's dreaming until she glances down to see Dean under the covers. She moans and bites her lip then whimpers, “Dean...”
He throws the comforter off, looks up at her with mischief gleaming in his green eyes and asks, “You want me to stop?”
“No...”
He has that cute little smirk on his face now that she loves so much while he eases her legs further apart. He wiggles his eyebrows at her then dips his head down. He places open mouth kisses down her stomach to her hips and then down to her inner thighs before licking a broad strip along the length of her slit. She bites down on her bottom lip to stifle her moans, she doesn't want him to know how bad she wants this. But Dean knows, he knows all her signs. He can read her so easily. He knows exactly how and where her skin flushes red, how to draw out those breathy little moans she makes and most importantly he knows how to make her beg for it. And right now, he's gonna do just that.
He starts with light fluttering licks against her clit. Just enough contact to get her squirming underneath him. Dean glides his tongue down her slit and then over her folds before returning his attention to her clit. He licks and gently scrapes his teeth over the sensitive little bud before gently sucking it into his mouth. Lexi closes her eyes, arching up against his mouth and whimpers Dean's name. She slides a hand into his short hair to hold him in place but he's enjoying working her up too much to rush.
He continues to take his time licking and sucking her clit causing all rational thought to leave her head. The pleasure is so intense she feels like she's going to explode. Lexi falls back against the pillows and lifts her hips up to get more contact with his mouth as Dean pulls back. She presses herself closer to his lips chasing after his wicked tongue. All she can think about at the moment is getting more contact with his mouth. “Oh God...Dean...”
This is what Dean's been working towards. He has her right where he wants her. Dean lifts his head cocky smile in place, “Yeah, baby?”
“Please...” She pants, “Dean, please...”
She's pleading with him, urging him to hurry up but he just smiles against her thigh. Dean licks his bottom lip while he runs his hands up and down her legs. He can feel them tremble slightly, she's right on the edge. He eases her legs even further apart, hooks her right leg over his shoulder, his smile widening. He's done teasing her. He goes right down on her, tongue flat and licks broad strips right up to her clit. He wraps his lips around the little bud sucking hard while applying pressure with his tongue. She tightens hold of his hair, fingers gripping and yanking as Dean works two fingers inside her.
Lexi closes her eyes cursing Dean under her breath as he curls and pumps his fingers in and out of her. Dean leans down, twirls his tongue around her clit then presses it flat licking her in time with the thrust of his fingers. Dean slides his tongue down her slit before pulling out his fingers and pushing his tongue up inside her. Lexi's hips jerk, the high whining noises coming from her making his dick harden. The combination of his mouth and fingers is too much for Lexi. He feels her muscle tense suddenly, thighs squeezing the sides of his head while she screams out his name and comes in a rush.
Dean leaves a trail of open mouth kisses up her body as he makes his way to her mouth. He wants Lexi to taste herself on his lips and tongue. He takes his time with the kiss, his hand sliding down between her legs to tease and rub her clit. Lexi grinds against his hand whining that she wants him inside her.
Dean's tongue dances lightly across her bottom lip before he leans down onto his forearms. His eyes lock onto hers as he slides all the way into her in one stroke. He fucks into her slow and deep. There's no urgency. Dean doesn't want to rush, he wants to take his time. He wants to kiss, touch and feel all of her. His hands all over her body, tracing every inch of skin and curve. Lexi wraps her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass to pull him in deeper. His hands slide down to grasp her hips as they move together, pressing and pulling.
Dean feels the exact moment when they hit that sweet spot. He can feel the pressure building and building inside of him. He bites down on his lip pushing further into her knowing he's not going to last much longer. A few minutes later, Lexi closes her eyes, crying out his name while racking her nails down his back. Moments later, his own orgasm slams into him. Dean closes his eyes, hips bucking, as he calls out her name. He collapses on top of Lexi, wraps his arms around her and rests his head against her chest. She cards her fingers through his short hair whispering, “I love you.”
Dean presses kisses to the top of her chest saying quietly, “Love you too.”
He means it. He means every word. Laying in her bed, their bed, he feels like he's home. Dean can't remember the last time he felt like that. He can't really explain the feeling. The only way he can describe it is that it feels right. With every fiber of his being, he knows this is where he needs to be. That this is where he belongs. Dean knows that he's not going to be able to make his father understand how he feels. But Dean is going to do this anyway. He's going to try and have a life here with Lexi and hunt. He knows he can do both. He has to do both because there's no way he's walking away from her.
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21
Chapter 22: You Don't Know How It Feels
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint. Let's head on down the road. There's somewhere I gotta go. And you don't know how it feels. You don't know how it feels to be me.”
Gas Light Saloon
Sioux Falls, SD
John nursed his beer waiting for Bobby to show. Why Bobby had to be difficult and meet him here instead of at the scrap yard was beyond John. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The last time that John had seen Bobby Singer he was on the wrong end of a shot gun. That didn't matter now. He needed information on some old time hunters and was told that Bobby had intel on them.
“So, John, you mind telling me why you're asking around about some dead hunters?” Bobby questions as he takes a seat across from John.
John finishes off his beer considering how much he should tell Bobby. He's not about to tip his whole hand, he just wants his suspicions confirmed. “I think they had a run in with the demon that killed Mary.”
“The Connors were based out of Connecticut from what I remember. Didn't this demon stay around your neck of the woods?”
“At the time of Mary's death yes but there was this woman that asked me questions a few days after the fire. She was about Mary's age and the questions she asked me Bobby sounded like questions we ask witnesses.”
“You think she was a hunter?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I know she was.” John states adamantly. “She had an older brother with her but she was the one that questioned me.”
“Well, Megan and Gavin Connors hunted together. But they're both dead. Been dead seventeen years at least.”
“Did Megan have any children?”
“Where you going with this John?”
“The girl that Dean took off to be with, she looks exactly like the woman that questioned me back in Lawrence.”
“You know that's crazy, right?”
“I mean it. Same dark hair, green eyes...”
“There's lots of women out there with dark hair and green eyes. Sounds more like you're just fishing for an excuse to get Dean outta there.”
“Bobby, I'm not...”
“Sure you are. Your son isn't stupid. He ran the tests on her. YOU ran the tests on her and she came up clean. She's not a monster, not a demon and so now you're trying to connect her to a family of dead hunters. What does that sound like to you?”
“Dean isn't ready to be on his own.”
“You should've thought of that before you told him to leave. He's a grown man John. Time you started treating him like one.”
John watches Bobby leave while shaking his head. Maybe he was trying to find an excuse to get Dean to keep hunting. That didn't mean he was wrong. He knew he told Dean he had to choose but John thought for sure his son would've picked hunting. With both Sam and Dean out on their own he couldn't help but be concerned. His boys were in danger. He was going to have to keep an eye on them from a distance until they were both ready to come back.
Stanford University
October 31, 2001
Sam was in the library hiding out from his room mate when his cell began to flash. Sam glanced at the screen and was more than a little surprised to see the text was from Dean. He opened the text immediately which read, 'All's good. In NOLA with Lexi.' Sam smiled then replied, 'You staying?'
'Thinking about it.'
'Good. Have fun Dean.'
'Right back atcha bro. BTW get out of the library.'
'How'd you know I'm in the library?'
'What don't I know about you?'
Sam smiled, closed his cell and then began putting his books back in his bag. He was glad his brother was finally trying to have a life of his own. Sam figures he should try to do the same. After all, he couldn't avoid his room mate forever. So even though Sam hated Halloween, he was going to go out with Brady and pretend that he was like any other normal college freshman. Without the costume, though. Sam Winchester does not do costumes.
Sam was sitting at a table in the corner of the bar watching his friends Luis and Brady crash and burn as they tried to pick up a couple of girls. Sam smiled to himself thinking how easily Dean would swoop in and get both numbers then come back over to Sam with a look of triumph on his face. He sighed and attempted to brush the thought of his brother a way. He couldn't though. He missed his brother. Sam wondered what Dean was doing right now. Then it occurred to him that his brother was probably having lots of loud make up sex with Lexi at the moment. The thought made his stomach turn but it also made Sam realize something. He was still in the same place he was in high school. He was still alone. Sure he had made a few friends but there was no girlfriend to speak of. He wasn't normal like Brady and Luis. He wouldn't be going home for school breaks to see his family. No matter how well he hid it, deep down Sam Winchester knew he was a freak. Well, Sam was tired of being on the outside looking in. He had the chance here to start over and that's exactly what he was going to do. He was going to start by talking to that pretty brunette at the bar. Now, if he only knew what to say...
New Orleans
October 31, 2001
Dean groans as he rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. He blinks his eyes a few times trying to get them to focus on the room he's in. Then he remembers he's in New Orleans. It still doesn't feel real but the ache in his arm brings him back to reality. His arm still hurts like a son of a bitch. Though, he figures he'll live since Lexi did a good job patching him up. Dean looks down at her with the trace of a small smile on his face. He reaches down running his fingertips lightly across Lexi's cheek as he brushes some of her hair off her face.
He's missed her so much. More than he ever thought possible. They have some time to make up for and part of Dean's plan to do that was to christen every room and surface in this apartment. He was just about to wake her up for round two when it hit him. He smirks down at Lexi realizing he could finally wake her up the way he's always wanted to. It's just the two of them in the apartment, no one would be barging in. He smirks one last time then ducks under the comforter.
Lexi's eyes flutter open and for a split second she thinks she's dreaming until she glances down to see Dean under the covers. She moans and bites her lip then whimpers, “Dean...”
He throws the comforter off, looks up at her with mischief gleaming in his green eyes and asks, “You want me to stop?”
“No...”
He has that cute little smirk on his face now that she loves so much while he eases her legs further apart. He wiggles his eyebrows at her then dips his head down. He places open mouth kisses down her stomach to her hips and then down to her inner thighs before licking a broad strip along the length of her slit. She bites down on her bottom lip to stifle her moans, she doesn't want him to know how bad she wants this. But Dean knows, he knows all her signs. He can read her so easily. He knows exactly how and where her skin flushes red, how to draw out those breathy little moans she makes and most importantly he knows how to make her beg for it. And right now, he's gonna do just that.
He starts with light fluttering licks against her clit. Just enough contact to get her squirming underneath him. Dean glides his tongue down her slit and then over her folds before returning his attention to her clit. He licks and gently scrapes his teeth over the sensitive little bud before gently sucking it into his mouth. Lexi closes her eyes, arching up against his mouth and whimpers Dean's name. She slides a hand into his short hair to hold him in place but he's enjoying working her up too much to rush.
He continues to take his time licking and sucking her clit causing all rational thought to leave her head. The pleasure is so intense she feels like she's going to explode. Lexi falls back against the pillows and lifts her hips up to get more contact with his mouth as Dean pulls back. She presses herself closer to his lips chasing after his wicked tongue. All she can think about at the moment is getting more contact with his mouth. “Oh God...Dean...”
This is what Dean's been working towards. He has her right where he wants her. Dean lifts his head cocky smile in place, “Yeah, baby?”
“Please...” She pants, “Dean, please...”
She's pleading with him, urging him to hurry up but he just smiles against her thigh. Dean licks his bottom lip while he runs his hands up and down her legs. He can feel them tremble slightly, she's right on the edge. He eases her legs even further apart, hooks her right leg over his shoulder, his smile widening. He's done teasing her. He goes right down on her, tongue flat and licks broad strips right up to her clit. He wraps his lips around the little bud sucking hard while applying pressure with his tongue. She tightens hold of his hair, fingers gripping and yanking as Dean works two fingers inside her.
Lexi closes her eyes cursing Dean under her breath as he curls and pumps his fingers in and out of her. Dean leans down, twirls his tongue around her clit then presses it flat licking her in time with the thrust of his fingers. Dean slides his tongue down her slit before pulling out his fingers and pushing his tongue up inside her. Lexi's hips jerk, the high whining noises coming from her making his dick harden. The combination of his mouth and fingers is too much for Lexi. He feels her muscle tense suddenly, thighs squeezing the sides of his head while she screams out his name and comes in a rush.
Dean leaves a trail of open mouth kisses up her body as he makes his way to her mouth. He wants Lexi to taste herself on his lips and tongue. He takes his time with the kiss, his hand sliding down between her legs to tease and rub her clit. Lexi grinds against his hand whining that she wants him inside her.
Dean's tongue dances lightly across her bottom lip before he leans down onto his forearms. His eyes lock onto hers as he slides all the way into her in one stroke. He fucks into her slow and deep. There's no urgency. Dean doesn't want to rush, he wants to take his time. He wants to kiss, touch and feel all of her. His hands all over her body, tracing every inch of skin and curve. Lexi wraps her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass to pull him in deeper. His hands slide down to grasp her hips as they move together, pressing and pulling.
Dean feels the exact moment when they hit that sweet spot. He can feel the pressure building and building inside of him. He bites down on his lip pushing further into her knowing he's not going to last much longer. A few minutes later, Lexi closes her eyes, crying out his name while racking her nails down his back. Moments later, his own orgasm slams into him. Dean closes his eyes, hips bucking, as he calls out her name. He collapses on top of Lexi, wraps his arms around her and rests his head against her chest. She cards her fingers through his short hair whispering, “I love you.”
Dean presses kisses to the top of her chest saying quietly, “Love you too.”
He means it. He means every word. Laying in her bed, their bed, he feels like he's home. Dean can't remember the last time he felt like that. He can't really explain the feeling. The only way he can describe it is that it feels right. With every fiber of his being, he knows this is where he needs to be. That this is where he belongs. Dean knows that he's not going to be able to make his father understand how he feels. But Dean is going to do this anyway. He's going to try and have a life here with Lexi and hunt. He knows he can do both. He has to do both because there's no way he's walking away from her.