The Sound Of Silence Ch 2/?
Title: The Sound Of Silence
Characters: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Alec, Ben, Dark Angel Crossover
Spoilers: None
Summary: Five months have past since the Winchesters took down Manticore. As Ben and Alec settle into a normal life they think their past is behind them. You can never run from your past.
This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades which you can read here. Or on AO3
Chapter One
Chapter Two:
*~Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Ben and Alec are out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse 'The Ties That Bind' that I write. Even though the original characters are from an AU Verse, reading the AU Verse is not necessary. This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades. I hope you like it. Reviews would be great.~*
November 1, 2010
After breakfast, all three boys asked to go outside to play. Alec in particular was vibrating with pent up energy. All he could think about was getting outside and climbing the tallest tree he can find on the farm. Before Dean or Lexi could answer them though, Alec was standing at the back door putting on his jacket. Lexi shook her head but gave the boys the go ahead figuring they weren't going to have too many more nice days once winter came. Jake walked to where Dean was sitting at the kitchen table handing his father his jacket while staring up at him with big green eyes. “Daddy you help me?”
“Sure buddy.” Dean leaned down ruffling Jake's hair. “Let me put your sister in her high chair first.”
After Dean helped Jake into his jacket and reminded his boys not to wander too far away from the house, he grabbed the remaining dirty breakfast dishes off the kitchen table. He placed them on the counter next to Lexi then grabbed a kitchen towel to start drying the clean dishes.
“What are you doing?” She inquired
“Helping you clean up. What's it look like?”
She smiled up at him barely containing her laughter, “Well, look at you Dean Winchester all domesticated.”
He chuckled bumping his hip against hers. “I ain't domesticated. I just let you think you won.”
“Yeah, okay Dean. You keep telling yourself that.”
Dean puts the towel down and watches their boys playing what appears to be tag. So much has changed in the past year and just not for them. The whole country was turned upside by The Pulse. The divide between the haves and the have nots has increased dramatically. Not having much doesn't even register with Dean. He's used to it. They have what they need to survive. Thanks to John Winchester being an obsessed bastard him and Sam are more equipped to handle the shit storm they're in now. Sure, it's not supernatural but their father taught them the art of survival. Right now, that means laying low and living on this farm. They have a roof over their heads and plenty of food, that's more than most people these days.
Dean lays his hand over Lexi's and squeezes. She smiles up at him his hand warm and rough against hers and he squeezes again. “Lex, you feel like going into town with me today? I gotta go hunt down a part for the header.”
“Can't today. The Clark's are coming by so I can check their son's wound.”
“Are they paying you?”
“Dean...”
“What? You're a doctor, a rare commodity now a days. People should be paying you. I don't want people taking advantage of you.”
“No one's taking advantage of me.” She sighed before glancing at Dean, “I'm not going to turn a sick child away just because their parents can't pay me. Anyways, why don't you ask Sam to go into town with you?”
“Lex...”
“Go ask him.” She commanded while nudging his ribs, “You two need to kiss and make up. You're both driving me and Jackie crazy.”
Dean grumbled but made his way out of the kitchen anyway. He dragged his feet while he made the short walk to the cottage that Sam and Jackie shared. He knocked on the door then shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for someone to come to the door. Truth be told, Dean really wasn't in the mood to share and care with his younger brother. All he really wanted to do was go into town, get the part and some lunch. He knew it wouldn't be that simple with Sam coming along.
“Hey, Dean.”
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean looked down scratching the back of his neck before clearing his throat, “Listen um I gotta go into town to find a part. You wanna go?”
“Yeah, I need to get a few things...”
They were both quiet during the ride into town. The only sounds in the Impala was AC/DC blasting through the speakers and the rattle of decades old legos when Dean turned the heat on. Things didn't get much better once they got into town. Dean headed to the feed and hardware stores alone while Sam went to the pharmacy and the five and dime. It wasn't until they were seated across from each other in the small diner that they began to speak.
“Dean, I'm sorry about what I said the other day...”
Dean glances up from his pie with a raised eyebrow, “Forget about it Sammy.”
“Don't you think we should talk about this?”
“Not really, no.”
“But Dean...”
“I said I don't want to talk about it.” Dean insisted. He glares at Sam and goes back to his pie. He knew this was going to happen. His brother always wants to pick a part every thing that comes out of his mouth. Why couldn't Sam just accept things at face value? Dean never minced his words and Sam should know that by now. He can tell his younger brother is about to blow. Sam narrows his eyes, his jaw clenching. A few seconds later Sam snaps, “NO, you don't get to do that! You owe me an explanation! We're supposed to be in this together! Wait, don't tell me, you knocked Lexi up again, didn't you? That's why you don't wanna hunt.”
Dean narrows his eyes at Sam and growls, “NO! Lexi's not knocked up.”
“Then this has to be about Manticore. Dean, it's been almost six months of radio silence.”
“You're not gonna shut up about this are you?”
Sam crosses his arms in front of his chest. His face is set and determined to get answers out of his older brother, “Nope.”
“Fine. It's not just about Manitcore, ok? I've got kids now and I don't wanna be like Dad. I don't wanna be dragging 'em from motel to motel like he did to us. If I'm gonna hunt I'm doing it around here. You and Jackie can go on the road if you want but I'm staying close to home.”
“Ok. If that's what you want to do, I can live with that.”
“Does that mean we're done? Can I eat my pie in peace now?”
“Yeah, Dean, we're done. Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
November 2, 2010
Dean gets up early to pack his duffel for his first hunt in almost six months. He tries to be quiet so he doesn't wake Lexi and Stella but Lexi wakes up anyway. She turns on the lamp and sits up rubbing her eyes. “Do you need help packing?”
“Nah. I'm good. Didn't mean to wake you.”
“It's ok, Dean.” She grins before getting out of bed. “I got that super mom hearing now.”
Dean smiles then pulls Lexi into a hug placing a kiss to the top of her head. “This shouldn't take long. We should be gone two or three days at most.”
“Ok. You and Sam be careful.”
“It's just a salt and burn, Lex.”
“Well, lately, things are never that easy for us.”
“Don't worry baby. Me and Sam got this.”
Sam was right the case was a salt and burn but it wasn't as easy as either one expected. It wasn't one vengeful spirit but two. It turned out to be two brothers that were murdered by their father. To complicate matters even more both brothers were cremated which led Sam and Dean on a scavenger hunt for the objects they were tied to.
By the third day Dean was getting anxious. The job shoulder been wrapped up by now. He had two days to get home in time for Jake's birthday and they still hadn't come up with a way to gank the ghosts. Sam kept telling him to relax, that they would find something. Just hearing Sam tell him to relax put Dean on edge. Him and Sam had a great track record. They always managed to find a way to get the job done. Dean knew Sam was right but the only thing he could think about was how he was going to disappoint Jake the way his dad always disappointed him on his birthday.
“Sammy, we gotta figure something out. I gotta be there for Jake's birthday cuz I ain't gonna be like Dad. I ain't gonna do to my son what dad did to us.”
“You won't Dean because you're a better man than Dad.”
“Sammy...”
“You are. I'll find something and we'll be on the road tomorrow morning day after tomorrow at the latest.”
November 6, 2010
Dean's first hunt back has turned into a disaster. The job's finished, the ghosts are gone but Dean's definitely seen better days. Sam can't help but worry. His older brother is all banged up and he's pretty sure Dean has a concussion. Dean leans his head against the passenger window and closes his eyes despite Sam telling him not to go to sleep. They only have an hour drive back to the farm but Sam figures he can make it there in forty minutes.
As soon as Sam parks the car, he opens the Impala's passenger door and reaches to help Dean out. Dean bats Sam's hands away grumbling that he's not an invalid. He winces then glares at Sam as he gets out.
“Really, Dean? C'mon man let me help you, you're hurt.”
“You sound like my wife, ya know that? This is nothing. I'm ok.”
They attempt to sneak into the house but Lexi heard the roar of the Impala's engine and is already in the front hall. Her gaze immediately falls on her husband to make sure he's alright. Lexi's green eyes widen as she takes in the cuts and bruises on his face. “Oh my God Dean...”
“I'm fine, Lex.”
“Sam, take him up to our room and I'll put the boys to bed. I don't want Jake to see him like this. He's gonna wanna know why his daddy's beat to hell.”
Lexi comes in the bedroom a few minutes later with an ice pack and hands it to Dean. She starts checking him over for injuries then starts gingerly cleaning the cuts on his face. Dean pulls her hand away from his face and says, “Stop, Lex. I'm fine I don't need to be patched up.”
“But Dean you...”
Dean kisses her softly pulling her down on to the bed with him. “I don't need a doctor. I need my wife.”
“I can't help it, I'm both...”
Dean silences whatever else she's going to say by brushing his lips tenderly against Lexi's. He loves how familiar the taste of her lips are; cherry flavored mixed with the mint of her tooth paste. He nips at her full bottom lip before she opens her mouth for him. He slips his tongue inside tasting her slowly as he coaxes her onto her back. Dean curls his tongue around hers fighting for control of the kiss. She gives up control easily letting Dean set the pace. Lexi's hands slide up under Dean's t-shirt, her fingers move slowly over his ribs.
“Lex,” Dean whispers, “are you checking for broken ribs?”
“No.”
The lie rolls smoothly off her tongue but Dean doesn't buy it. He laughs and lifts her tank top over her head. He slides his hands down her chest, his palms rubbing slow circles over her nipples through her sheer bra. Dean unhooks the front clasp, pushes the filmy material out of the way as he leans forward to flick his tongue over each nipple. Lexi's breath is coming in short gasps now. Dean slides his tongue over her right nipple while rolling and pinching her left nipple between his fingers causing Lexi to whimper his name. Dean smirks against her overheated skin and takes the nipple into his mouth. His teeth skimming across the stiff bud before sucking and swirling his tongue. She arches her back to give him better access while she makes those breathy noises he loves so much. “Dean....”
Everything after that was a blur. What seemed like mere seconds later they're both naked and Dean's sitting up pulling Lexi onto his lap. He runs his hands over her body, the whole time he's admiring her with this cute little smirk on his face. Dean leans forward sucking and biting her neck before catching her lips in another kiss. Lexi slides her fingers up the back of Dean's neck tugging at his short hair as she bites down on his bottom lip. Dean hisses, fists his hands in her hair and presses his forehead to hers, “Fuck Lex, watch the lip, you little minx.”
“Oh shit. I didn't mean...I'm sorry.”
“I'll live but you can make it up to me.” Dean says with a smug grin.
Lexi drapes her arms around his neck and tilts her head as she studies him. “Really? Exactly how am I going to make it up to you?”
He wiggles his eyebrows at her, his hands moving to cup and grope her ass, “We're gonna fuck in my favorite position.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Hmm mmm.”
Lexi kisses him slowly, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth before she pulls away. “Ok. I guess I can do that.”
“Shh. You talk too much, Lex.” Dean grips Lexi's hips lifting her off his lap and then guides her slowly down onto his cock. She gasps wrapping her legs around his waist and digs her nails into his back as he fills her up. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yeah, I'm good.”
Dean leaves a hand on each hip letting her set the pace while he helps guide her. Her movements are unhurried, slow. “Oh fuck. That's it Lex, ride me just like that.” Dean grunts while pulling her down on to him. She smirks then catches his lips in another kiss. Dean breaks the kiss burying his face against her chest as she rakes her nails down his back. Dean moans and gasps against her chest, his breath hitching with every thrust. Lexi throws her head back and arches her back, the sounds she's pulling out of him make her ride him that much harder.
Dean can tell she's close. He feels her legs start to tremble. He digs his fingers into her hips and thrusts up into her. Lexi bites down on her bottom lip, her hips loosing rhythm as her orgasm slams into her. “Fuck. Dean! OH GOD!”
Dean guides her down to the mattress, hooks her legs over his shoulders and continues thrusting into her. He clutches her hips pushing harder and faster, the way he likes it, to chase after his own orgasm. Dean closes his eyes biting down on his bottom lip and groans, “Damn, Lex. You feel so fucking good...”
It didn't take much longer before his own orgasm hits him. He collapses against Lexi not being able to remember the last time he came this hard. He rests his head on her chest listening to the pounding of her heart as they both tried to catch their breath. Once he does, Dean smirks up at Lexi, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “Hey, has anyone ever told you, you got one helluva bedside manner, Doctor Winchester? Cuz I gotta tell ya, I feel awesome now.”
Lexi laughs then smacks Dean's shoulder lightly, “Butter me up all you want but I'm still checking you for injuries.”
Characters: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Alec, Ben, Dark Angel Crossover
Spoilers: None
Summary: Five months have past since the Winchesters took down Manticore. As Ben and Alec settle into a normal life they think their past is behind them. You can never run from your past.
This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades which you can read here. Or on AO3
Chapter One
Chapter Two:
*~Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Ben and Alec are out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse 'The Ties That Bind' that I write. Even though the original characters are from an AU Verse, reading the AU Verse is not necessary. This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades. I hope you like it. Reviews would be great.~*
November 1, 2010
After breakfast, all three boys asked to go outside to play. Alec in particular was vibrating with pent up energy. All he could think about was getting outside and climbing the tallest tree he can find on the farm. Before Dean or Lexi could answer them though, Alec was standing at the back door putting on his jacket. Lexi shook her head but gave the boys the go ahead figuring they weren't going to have too many more nice days once winter came. Jake walked to where Dean was sitting at the kitchen table handing his father his jacket while staring up at him with big green eyes. “Daddy you help me?”
“Sure buddy.” Dean leaned down ruffling Jake's hair. “Let me put your sister in her high chair first.”
After Dean helped Jake into his jacket and reminded his boys not to wander too far away from the house, he grabbed the remaining dirty breakfast dishes off the kitchen table. He placed them on the counter next to Lexi then grabbed a kitchen towel to start drying the clean dishes.
“What are you doing?” She inquired
“Helping you clean up. What's it look like?”
She smiled up at him barely containing her laughter, “Well, look at you Dean Winchester all domesticated.”
He chuckled bumping his hip against hers. “I ain't domesticated. I just let you think you won.”
“Yeah, okay Dean. You keep telling yourself that.”
Dean puts the towel down and watches their boys playing what appears to be tag. So much has changed in the past year and just not for them. The whole country was turned upside by The Pulse. The divide between the haves and the have nots has increased dramatically. Not having much doesn't even register with Dean. He's used to it. They have what they need to survive. Thanks to John Winchester being an obsessed bastard him and Sam are more equipped to handle the shit storm they're in now. Sure, it's not supernatural but their father taught them the art of survival. Right now, that means laying low and living on this farm. They have a roof over their heads and plenty of food, that's more than most people these days.
Dean lays his hand over Lexi's and squeezes. She smiles up at him his hand warm and rough against hers and he squeezes again. “Lex, you feel like going into town with me today? I gotta go hunt down a part for the header.”
“Can't today. The Clark's are coming by so I can check their son's wound.”
“Are they paying you?”
“Dean...”
“What? You're a doctor, a rare commodity now a days. People should be paying you. I don't want people taking advantage of you.”
“No one's taking advantage of me.” She sighed before glancing at Dean, “I'm not going to turn a sick child away just because their parents can't pay me. Anyways, why don't you ask Sam to go into town with you?”
“Lex...”
“Go ask him.” She commanded while nudging his ribs, “You two need to kiss and make up. You're both driving me and Jackie crazy.”
Dean grumbled but made his way out of the kitchen anyway. He dragged his feet while he made the short walk to the cottage that Sam and Jackie shared. He knocked on the door then shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for someone to come to the door. Truth be told, Dean really wasn't in the mood to share and care with his younger brother. All he really wanted to do was go into town, get the part and some lunch. He knew it wouldn't be that simple with Sam coming along.
“Hey, Dean.”
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean looked down scratching the back of his neck before clearing his throat, “Listen um I gotta go into town to find a part. You wanna go?”
“Yeah, I need to get a few things...”
They were both quiet during the ride into town. The only sounds in the Impala was AC/DC blasting through the speakers and the rattle of decades old legos when Dean turned the heat on. Things didn't get much better once they got into town. Dean headed to the feed and hardware stores alone while Sam went to the pharmacy and the five and dime. It wasn't until they were seated across from each other in the small diner that they began to speak.
“Dean, I'm sorry about what I said the other day...”
Dean glances up from his pie with a raised eyebrow, “Forget about it Sammy.”
“Don't you think we should talk about this?”
“Not really, no.”
“But Dean...”
“I said I don't want to talk about it.” Dean insisted. He glares at Sam and goes back to his pie. He knew this was going to happen. His brother always wants to pick a part every thing that comes out of his mouth. Why couldn't Sam just accept things at face value? Dean never minced his words and Sam should know that by now. He can tell his younger brother is about to blow. Sam narrows his eyes, his jaw clenching. A few seconds later Sam snaps, “NO, you don't get to do that! You owe me an explanation! We're supposed to be in this together! Wait, don't tell me, you knocked Lexi up again, didn't you? That's why you don't wanna hunt.”
Dean narrows his eyes at Sam and growls, “NO! Lexi's not knocked up.”
“Then this has to be about Manticore. Dean, it's been almost six months of radio silence.”
“You're not gonna shut up about this are you?”
Sam crosses his arms in front of his chest. His face is set and determined to get answers out of his older brother, “Nope.”
“Fine. It's not just about Manitcore, ok? I've got kids now and I don't wanna be like Dad. I don't wanna be dragging 'em from motel to motel like he did to us. If I'm gonna hunt I'm doing it around here. You and Jackie can go on the road if you want but I'm staying close to home.”
“Ok. If that's what you want to do, I can live with that.”
“Does that mean we're done? Can I eat my pie in peace now?”
“Yeah, Dean, we're done. Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
November 2, 2010
Dean gets up early to pack his duffel for his first hunt in almost six months. He tries to be quiet so he doesn't wake Lexi and Stella but Lexi wakes up anyway. She turns on the lamp and sits up rubbing her eyes. “Do you need help packing?”
“Nah. I'm good. Didn't mean to wake you.”
“It's ok, Dean.” She grins before getting out of bed. “I got that super mom hearing now.”
Dean smiles then pulls Lexi into a hug placing a kiss to the top of her head. “This shouldn't take long. We should be gone two or three days at most.”
“Ok. You and Sam be careful.”
“It's just a salt and burn, Lex.”
“Well, lately, things are never that easy for us.”
“Don't worry baby. Me and Sam got this.”
Sam was right the case was a salt and burn but it wasn't as easy as either one expected. It wasn't one vengeful spirit but two. It turned out to be two brothers that were murdered by their father. To complicate matters even more both brothers were cremated which led Sam and Dean on a scavenger hunt for the objects they were tied to.
By the third day Dean was getting anxious. The job shoulder been wrapped up by now. He had two days to get home in time for Jake's birthday and they still hadn't come up with a way to gank the ghosts. Sam kept telling him to relax, that they would find something. Just hearing Sam tell him to relax put Dean on edge. Him and Sam had a great track record. They always managed to find a way to get the job done. Dean knew Sam was right but the only thing he could think about was how he was going to disappoint Jake the way his dad always disappointed him on his birthday.
“Sammy, we gotta figure something out. I gotta be there for Jake's birthday cuz I ain't gonna be like Dad. I ain't gonna do to my son what dad did to us.”
“You won't Dean because you're a better man than Dad.”
“Sammy...”
“You are. I'll find something and we'll be on the road tomorrow morning day after tomorrow at the latest.”
November 6, 2010
Dean's first hunt back has turned into a disaster. The job's finished, the ghosts are gone but Dean's definitely seen better days. Sam can't help but worry. His older brother is all banged up and he's pretty sure Dean has a concussion. Dean leans his head against the passenger window and closes his eyes despite Sam telling him not to go to sleep. They only have an hour drive back to the farm but Sam figures he can make it there in forty minutes.
As soon as Sam parks the car, he opens the Impala's passenger door and reaches to help Dean out. Dean bats Sam's hands away grumbling that he's not an invalid. He winces then glares at Sam as he gets out.
“Really, Dean? C'mon man let me help you, you're hurt.”
“You sound like my wife, ya know that? This is nothing. I'm ok.”
They attempt to sneak into the house but Lexi heard the roar of the Impala's engine and is already in the front hall. Her gaze immediately falls on her husband to make sure he's alright. Lexi's green eyes widen as she takes in the cuts and bruises on his face. “Oh my God Dean...”
“I'm fine, Lex.”
“Sam, take him up to our room and I'll put the boys to bed. I don't want Jake to see him like this. He's gonna wanna know why his daddy's beat to hell.”
Lexi comes in the bedroom a few minutes later with an ice pack and hands it to Dean. She starts checking him over for injuries then starts gingerly cleaning the cuts on his face. Dean pulls her hand away from his face and says, “Stop, Lex. I'm fine I don't need to be patched up.”
“But Dean you...”
Dean kisses her softly pulling her down on to the bed with him. “I don't need a doctor. I need my wife.”
“I can't help it, I'm both...”
Dean silences whatever else she's going to say by brushing his lips tenderly against Lexi's. He loves how familiar the taste of her lips are; cherry flavored mixed with the mint of her tooth paste. He nips at her full bottom lip before she opens her mouth for him. He slips his tongue inside tasting her slowly as he coaxes her onto her back. Dean curls his tongue around hers fighting for control of the kiss. She gives up control easily letting Dean set the pace. Lexi's hands slide up under Dean's t-shirt, her fingers move slowly over his ribs.
“Lex,” Dean whispers, “are you checking for broken ribs?”
“No.”
The lie rolls smoothly off her tongue but Dean doesn't buy it. He laughs and lifts her tank top over her head. He slides his hands down her chest, his palms rubbing slow circles over her nipples through her sheer bra. Dean unhooks the front clasp, pushes the filmy material out of the way as he leans forward to flick his tongue over each nipple. Lexi's breath is coming in short gasps now. Dean slides his tongue over her right nipple while rolling and pinching her left nipple between his fingers causing Lexi to whimper his name. Dean smirks against her overheated skin and takes the nipple into his mouth. His teeth skimming across the stiff bud before sucking and swirling his tongue. She arches her back to give him better access while she makes those breathy noises he loves so much. “Dean....”
Everything after that was a blur. What seemed like mere seconds later they're both naked and Dean's sitting up pulling Lexi onto his lap. He runs his hands over her body, the whole time he's admiring her with this cute little smirk on his face. Dean leans forward sucking and biting her neck before catching her lips in another kiss. Lexi slides her fingers up the back of Dean's neck tugging at his short hair as she bites down on his bottom lip. Dean hisses, fists his hands in her hair and presses his forehead to hers, “Fuck Lex, watch the lip, you little minx.”
“Oh shit. I didn't mean...I'm sorry.”
“I'll live but you can make it up to me.” Dean says with a smug grin.
Lexi drapes her arms around his neck and tilts her head as she studies him. “Really? Exactly how am I going to make it up to you?”
He wiggles his eyebrows at her, his hands moving to cup and grope her ass, “We're gonna fuck in my favorite position.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Hmm mmm.”
Lexi kisses him slowly, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth before she pulls away. “Ok. I guess I can do that.”
“Shh. You talk too much, Lex.” Dean grips Lexi's hips lifting her off his lap and then guides her slowly down onto his cock. She gasps wrapping her legs around his waist and digs her nails into his back as he fills her up. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yeah, I'm good.”
Dean leaves a hand on each hip letting her set the pace while he helps guide her. Her movements are unhurried, slow. “Oh fuck. That's it Lex, ride me just like that.” Dean grunts while pulling her down on to him. She smirks then catches his lips in another kiss. Dean breaks the kiss burying his face against her chest as she rakes her nails down his back. Dean moans and gasps against her chest, his breath hitching with every thrust. Lexi throws her head back and arches her back, the sounds she's pulling out of him make her ride him that much harder.
Dean can tell she's close. He feels her legs start to tremble. He digs his fingers into her hips and thrusts up into her. Lexi bites down on her bottom lip, her hips loosing rhythm as her orgasm slams into her. “Fuck. Dean! OH GOD!”
Dean guides her down to the mattress, hooks her legs over his shoulders and continues thrusting into her. He clutches her hips pushing harder and faster, the way he likes it, to chase after his own orgasm. Dean closes his eyes biting down on his bottom lip and groans, “Damn, Lex. You feel so fucking good...”
It didn't take much longer before his own orgasm hits him. He collapses against Lexi not being able to remember the last time he came this hard. He rests his head on her chest listening to the pounding of her heart as they both tried to catch their breath. Once he does, Dean smirks up at Lexi, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “Hey, has anyone ever told you, you got one helluva bedside manner, Doctor Winchester? Cuz I gotta tell ya, I feel awesome now.”
Lexi laughs then smacks Dean's shoulder lightly, “Butter me up all you want but I'm still checking you for injuries.”