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Forbidden but not forgotten

Chapter 1 Pleasures of the Night

Dean tightened his hold over her engulfing her in his large frame, she looked so fragile and innocent as the moonlight washed over her face, he ran a hand down her hair, causing her to shiver with ecstasy. The heat between them beginning to grow, he could feel her breathing intensify beneath him and he could feel his own body react, the space in his pants tightening, he was trying so hard to control his desires, to somehow take the moment to comprehend what had just been said. He was sure that she had just told him that she loved him, and for what maybe the first time this did not provoke the feeling of fear in him, sure he had been a womaniser in his time but he had begun to grow increasing attraction to this young girl until quite recently when he knew that it had evolved from just mere attraction and lust to a deepened resolution of love. Although he was still uncertain and a little unnerved by this revelation of how there relationship had developed just having her to be the one to confirm these feelings, and to suggest that she loved him too, made his passion for her grow wilder. This was unlike himself he knew but the time in which they had spent together had changed all his understandings of what life could be, what his life could be, his destiny his future he saw it all reflected in her .

Try as he wanted to pull away to deny this he couldn't, as he looked at her in the soft light he took the time to record to memory every feature of her beautiful face, her eyes that ravished like sapphires and diamonds that reflected from fair pale skin, and the supple pink lips that seemed to be quivering from the words she had just whispered to him. Every fibre of his being knew this was wrong she was young, at 18 as his father was quick to point out to him, and he was every part of a man, he knew that by the feeling that was quenched in his trousers. But despite that he knew that she wanted him, just as he wanted her and that the age between them could not be a barrier for there passion no more. He took her image in to memory because he knew as ever much as this should be forbidden this would be the day he would give in to all his desires, and give himself to her, as she had been the first to give herself to him.

This was a memory Dean often thought of in his time of angst, when choices needed to be made he often felt should he head on instinct on his desire, or should he reserve himself the time to think his actions through. Damn it if he had done that 4 years ago then that memory may not pain him as much as it did now. Knowing that for his devotion and love to his younger brother this decision could not be unmade and that this as it had been 4 years ago it was with his heart that he should follow. As he kissed the demon it was such a bittersweet gesture to him, all the time his memories of her arose from the depth of his sub conscious, he tried all to well to forget her but the memory kept playing on. He blinked away that night mixed with all the stricken emotion of Sam, Sammy lying there motionless, this deal would be the solution, would be the end to his grieve. But as Dean repulsively pulled away from the demons kiss that sealed the deal he could not shake that night, that thought of her, why now had it all begin to resurface, after so long buried.

Dean made his way back to Sam, holding him close in his thoughts was all he could do to try and shake the image of her away , Sam should be all he cared about now not reliving old wounds. Eventually he managed to forget to somehow tuck it way deep in the back of his mind, for as he walked through that door and saw Sammy alive again, all he could think about was his little brother.

It had been months and all though Dean had managed to momentarily put the fears of his deal behind him he often dreamed of his time running up, although he never admitted his misgivings to Sam. But one thing that had plagued his dreams most was that within his nightmares he was beginning to seek salvation in a familiar face, the girl he once knew, and the memory of that night they shared not only there bodies but there souls with each other. Dean was beginning to toss and turn in his sleep now and though Sam had always been a deep sleeper times of late had him awake at all hours researching to prevent Dean's fate. He could here Dean contently mumble something, and watched as his dream played out. Dean could feel his body relax and eagerness take over as he surveyed the glory of her naked body beneath him, he saw her face flash with a smile as he revealed more and more of his naked self to her, and he could read that she liked what she saw. He kissed her lips moving down to her neck and further to her collar bone as he cupped her breasts in his hand, all the while she let out little moans of pleasure. It wasn't till upon entering her as she arched her back and screamed his name that he let out the loudest moan of his own, loud enough in fact to wake Dean from his pleasant sexual escapades. Dean woke with a sudden movement as it dawned on him that he had just screamed out a sexual plea within his sleep; Sam only peered up from his lap top, and smirked.

"Dean I think you're drooling" Sam sarcastically grinned "Let me guess clowns or midgets he added something Dean often reserved for him.

"Very funny Sammy" Dean said rather dazed from his half broken sleep, not to mention the fact he could feel he was extremely hard beneath the sheets.

"Cant you come up with your own lines" throwing a pillow other in his direction but his shot was rather off, his heart not in it, he lyed back in the bed.

Thinking the dream over, kind of hoping if he rationalised it all, he wouldn't feel this burning within him or the twitch of his body below. He just kept seeing her face, and repeated her name in his mind. Hope he thought how ironic that the name of the girl he loved would also come to mean all that she had given him, it was not often he verbalised that name not even in his thoughts so that Hope the girl he once loved would stop haunting his ass. It was all he could do to stop the memories breaking his heart once more. Dean closed his eyes wishing for his tiredness to overcome him even if all he had was restless nightmares it would suit him down to the ground as long as he didn't see Hope's face again.

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