I couldn't take it anymore. Dean Winchester had been staying in my house for almost two months now, dating Jenna. I questioned my aunt when she told me that her new boyfriend was going to live in my house. My parents' house. My dead parents' house.
Jenna had no idea though, that I already knew Dean. Not knowing like a friend or someone related to a friend. Knowing like "I kissed every inch of your body" type of knowing. Sam, Dean's younger brother was dating Caroline, my best friend; so Dean was in town to try to convince his brother to get back in the road.
But then he met Jenna. He didn't love her. If he did, he wouldn't do what he has been doing for the past couple of months. Teasing. I lost count of how many times I saw him naked in my house when he would "accidentally" leave a door open while taking a shower, not that I didn't peek either. It was too hard to resist. Every time I'd look at his perfect body shape, his muscles, his skin, memories of him kissing and licking every part of my body would come into my mind. But he crossed the line last night.
He told me he wanted to talk and took me to "his" room, as he referred. Once we got there, someone entered my house, it was Jenna. Dean told me to hide in the closet, which was really hard to convince me to do but I ended up doing it. I waited for about three minutes when I heard they coming up. I looked through the door cracks of the closet and saw something I hated to see. They were kissing, more than that, they were making out. My eyes followed them as Dean leaded Jenna to her bed and started taking off her clothes. He did it on purpose, he wanted me to watch. I almost opened the door and left but they were already almost naked and it would be too embarrassing. He changed Jenna's position, making her stand with her back to the closet and he looking straight at the closet, straight at me.
While they were doing it, he made sure Jenna would never look him in the eyes since he was never looking at her. His eyes were paralyzed, focused in me. He couldn't see me, maybe only shadows of me but I could see him. He was imagining me in there, he wanted me. If I left without making noise, Jenna wouldn't notice since she was already making a lot of noise herself. So I opened the door slowly and then I froze. Once he fully saw me, his eyes were something I never saw before. He was burning, he looked at my tummy and then touched hers, he looked at my tights and then touched hers and so on. I wanted to move but I couldn't. His eyes were too focused on me and mine were too focused on his. He started moaning way louder. I suddenly felt some wetness between my legs, somehow I could see me in there with him inside me. It was all too real, just the two of us. I stopped picturing it once I made a noise, a noise that made Dean smile. I went towards the door, left quietly and went straight to the bathroom. I was burning, my whole body felt like it was on fire, my legs were shaking and I almost fell on the way. The cold water was running through my skin but the heat just wouldn't go away. I hated myself for what I did next. Even though it wasn't real, I felt like I was betraying my aunt as my hand went up my thighs and into that wetness that just didn't stopped. I stopped thinking about the guilt once my fingers penetrated me. I could suddenly feel him. I could feel him inside me making roughly, painful moves. I could hear him moaning my name in my ears as I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. After I finished, I cried. It was wrong what he was doing to me, and to her. He had to stop.