DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. I wish I did. Or at least had a joint-custody agreement and got to spend time with it every other weekend with supervised visitation. Oh well…
This is really short and not very funny, but damned if I can write anything remotely humorous when my word of the day is 'molestation'.
SPN Crack Day 2:
Word: Molestation
Pairing: Dean; Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Post-Season 5/Pre-Season 6
It had been almost half a year since he had shown up on the doorstep in the middle of the night – broken, battered and emotionally destroyed.
Lisa, bless her, had been a saint. She had given him time, had tried her best to help him cope, and given him the chance at a happy home-life, like the one he could never have had before.
But he was still distant.
Still hiding things.
Quite the asshole, he supposed.
But it was hard for him to be Mr. Happy Homemaker when his whole world had been torn apart. When everything he knew was turned upside down.
That night, he went up to the room he shared with Lisa and readied himself for bed. After brushing his teeth and changing, he laid down in the soft bedding – still not used to having a bed that did not come from a 50-year-old motel – and waited for her to come to bed.
She smiled as she walked out of the bathroom wearing that little white nightie, a pseudo-seductive sway of the hips as she sauntered over to the bed and crawled across the mattress until she was practically on top of him.
He gave her a smile that betrayed his hesitancy to proceed.
Then he stopped himself.
Dean Winchester does not chicken out of hot sex with a beautiful woman!
But…
Dean Winchester also does not drive pre-teen boys to baseball practice or take their (very hot) mothers to get pedicures on Sundays…
Was he even Dean Winchester anymore?
He sighed, sinking back into the pillows as Lisa kissed and nibbled at his earlobe.
Guess it's time to lie back and think of England…
God, that made it sound like this was a chore – something he was doing out of a sense of responsibility, like a chore.
Wasn't it, though? He owed her as much, sleeping in her bed for months without so much as an offer of gratitude sex…
But it wasn't like he wanted her to stop now, either.
As she continued to kiss and nip at places that made him shiver in anticipation, he thought to himself 'Oh, no, don't ever stop..'
Closer to the truth would be to say that it was like he had never wanted this to begin. He had never wanted things to get this far between them.
Not in that "unwelcome sexual advances/I think I need an adult" way, but it just didn't feel right.
It wasn't right. Not with Lisa.
He was man enough to admit that they both deserved something out of this more than just the release of pent-up tensions. More than just a way for him to let go of everything that had been plaguing him for months now.
But, for Dean, that was all this would be.