The Vision
Dean sat back in the uncomfortable wooden chair and sighed loudly for what must have been the tenth time. He tilted his head to the left and rubbed the stiffening muscles in his neck. He repeated the process for the other side before sighing loudly again.
"Enough!" Sam whispered harshly from across the table. "This is a library, Dean. Now, I know you don't use them much, but you do know the rules. So chill!"
"That's easy for you to say. You've got the computer!" The fact that Sammy didn't like to share left Dean bored out of his mind. Leaning forward and resting his arms on the table, he said, "What kind of library has only 3 computers, huh? Two," he held up two fingers to emphasize his point. "of which aren't even freaking working!"
Sam shook his head. "It's a small town. Why don't you go...read a book or something?" The words sounded even more ludicrous spoken out loud than they had in his head, but he had to get his brother to do something. Something other than whine and annoy him.
"Yeah, right." Dean grumbled. "Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you learn how to fix computers so the next time your laptop goes haywire we don't have to resort to stopping at libraries in the middle of Nowhere, USA to find something to hunt?"
Sam shot him one of his "you're a moron" looks before returning his attention to the task at hand. They'd gotten a couple of good leads the day before and he was searching out as much info as possible on them to determine which was worth his and Dean's time.
Left to entertain himself, Dean began drumming his fingers on the table to an AC/DC song that had popped into his head. Sam gave him another look and the drumming stopped.
Fidgeting in his seat, he decided to lean back and get more comfortable. Unfortunately, he leaned back a little too far. The chair tipped over, spilling him onto the floor. Dean got up quickly, righted his chair and sat back down. The look from Sammy was murderous now.
One more sigh and Dean finally managed to remain quiet. For about a minute. Another song came to mind and he began whistling softly through his teeth. For this, he received not only a dirty look from his brother, but also a vigorous head shake and a slashing motion across the neck.
Rolling his eyes, Dean held his breath, puffing out his cheeks in the process. He let his head fall back and roll to the right. An incredibly gorgeous girl with long brown hair and big blue eyes was sitting a couple of chairs over, watching him.
Great, he thought. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and here he was looking like an idiot! He wondered just how much of his childish antics she'd witnessed.
A slow sweet smile appeared on her angelic face and he knew she'd seen everything. That's when he realized his cheeks were still puffed out. Dean quickly released his breath with a loud 'whoosh' and straightened up in his seat.
"Dean!"
Dean heard Sam call, but he didn't want to take his eyes off the stunning brunette.
"Dean!" Sam said a little louder.
Dragging his gaze away, Dean glanced at his younger brother. "What? Can't you see I'm busy, dude?"
Giving a frustrated little laugh, Sam said, "Doing what? Trying to annoy the hell out of me?" Without waiting for an answer, he added, "Be...Quiet..." stressing each word to make his point.
"Oh...Kay..." Dean returned in the same fashion. Turning his attention to the girl, he saw that she'd stood up and was pushing in her chair.
Perfect! He was going to have to remember to kill Sammy later. The only worthwhile entertainment he'd come across in weeks and she was about to leave.
However the girl didn't leave. Instead, she faced Dean; her large eyes holding his as she brushed her hair back from her shoulders. Dean was entranced and hungrily took in all of her amazing features. Her eyes were big and clear blue, with long sooty lashes. She had a slender nose, full soft lips and pale creamy skin. And her body...it was tall and long-limbed with just the right amount of curve in all the right places.
Dean had to mentally shake himself because his thoughts were bringing on sensations and desires that his body had long been denied. He hadn't realized how long until that very moment. Abstinence was not in his genetic make up.
As she smoothed the front of her pale yellow summer dress, the girl gave him yet another tempting smile. Dean flashed his sexiest grin and nearly fell out of his chair for a second time when she held out her hand and motioned for him to come over.
He didn't need to be asked twice! As he stood up, he watched his fantasy girl turn and walk toward the staircase to the second floor. Dean ran a hand through his hair as he watched her walk away, unsure as to whether or not she'd actually beckoned for him. Maybe it had only been wishful thinking on his part. The gentle sway of her hips as she sauntered off was enough to convince Dean to follow any way.
She led him up the steps and down a long narrow corridor. They passed row upon row of book-lined shelves where the lights were dim and no other people could be found.
Near the far end, she glanced back before turning right and disappearing down one of the aisles. Quickening his pace, Dean made his way to that spot and stepped in. The space was confined, butting up against a wall at the opposite end so that where he stood was the only way in or out.
Dean's pulse began to race as he stared at the vision before him. The beauty was at the far end, her back resting against the wall. As he watched, she propped her right foot up against it as well and reaching down, slowly hiked the hem of her short dress up until he had a clear view of one very shapely thigh. The tightening in his loins was fast and powerful. Swallowing hard, Dean tried to control his raging desire.
Down boy, he thought. She's not really gonna want to do it here.
Her left hand slipped behind her neck and with a quick tug released the straps that held up the top of her halter dress. As the top fell freely to her trim waist, Dean groaned. His green eyes took in the glorious sight of her perfect breasts. Her hand then began a tantalizing journey over those full mounds, causing Dean's hard on to become painful within the tight confines of his jeans.
Okay, he told himself, I could be wrong about her not wanting to do it here.
His mystery girl's caresses stopped and she extended her hand out to him, inviting him to join her. It was only then Dean realized he was still standing near the end of the aisle. He hurried over to her but before his body could touch hers, the hand she'd extended in welcome turned and pressed against his chest, halting his progress. The instant she made contact, Dean felt an intense surge jolt his body, as if he'd been struck by lightning. He shivered uncontrollably and wondered what in the hell had just happened.
"Do you want me, Dean?" the girl asked, her voice low and sultry. The sound of it seemed to wrap around Dean. It not only deepened his desire for her, but strangely, if made him feel safe as well.
It took a moment for her words to sink in. He was finding it difficult to think around this woman and he almost didn't catch the fact that she knew his name.
"How, how do you know my name?" He tried to swallow but his throat was strangely dry.
"Do you want me?" she repeated. The girl was watching him intently, waiting.
He laughed nervously. "Hell yeah, but that doesn't..."
Her eyes burned with need as she slid her hand along his chest, over a broad shoulder and up into his soft brown hair. The rest of Dean's words fell away, lost as her mouth found his in a deep, hungry kiss that seared through him.
Dean ran his hands over her wondrous breasts, bringing the rosy peaks to life with his slightly rough handling. He knew he should ease up. Move slowly, gently. Yet he couldn't. Somehow he knew it was what she craved from him. It was certainly what he needed from her. Pulling his mouth from hers, Dean traced the long smooth column of her throat with his lips, tongue and teeth. He made his way down to those breasts, savoring one taut nipple, then the other.
Her hands were at his waist, tugging up his t shirt so she could feel the sleek hot skin of his muscular back. She raked her long fingernails down its length. "Take this off." she commanded. "I need to feel your naked body against mine."
Obediently Dean yanked his shirt over his head, then pressed up against her, crushing her breasts against his hard chest as his mouth took hers again and again in hot, wet, deep kisses. His hand roamed over her silky thigh and up over her tight bottom. He groaned into her mouth as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Fire raged through his veins as he found the triangle of dark curls between her legs and let his long fingers explore within its folds. He heard his angel moan as he rubbed her delicate nub in light circular motions. As she began to writhe in his arms, seeking more from him, Dean slipped two fingers up inside of her. His thumb continued to caress the sensitive bud. Her body trembled and she tightened around him. Slowly, Dean slid his fingers out, then drove them in over and over again until she started to scream out. He covered her mouth with his in ravenous kisses, swallowing her cries of pleasure until finally, sated, her body began to relax.
The dark haired seductress opened her eyes and looked deeply into Dean's. He shivered as he recognized all the intense emotions conveyed in their depths. Who was this vision before him? Why had she chosen him?
The girl pushed away from the wall and traded places with Dean. He let his head fall back as her soft mouth made its way down his neck and over his chest. Her fingers made easy work of his jeans, and they slipped to the floor allowing her to explore his hard body. She rubbed her hands over his flat belly and massive erection, and Dean caught his breath. He felt her tugging at his briefs and he lifted his head to watch as she dropped to her knees before him.
She looked up, a devilish smile adorning her beautiful face. Her gaze held his as she took his stiff cock in her hands and began to stroke him. Those hands were warm and soft and moved expertly over him. Dean struggled to stay focused, but her sweet mouth was drifting closer and closer to his aching member. Finally her tongue darted out to run over his smooth tip, flicking and teasing the slit while one hand continued to stroke up from his base. Dean's body tensed and the sensations tearing through him were making it difficult to breathe.
The urge was too strong and Dean's hips jutted forward, pushing his cock deep into her mouth. She took him all the way in to the hilt, threatening his self-control. He held still, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing, near to bursting inside her warmth. He was close, so close.
Dean eased out and reached for her arms, pulling her up to stand before him. His mouth devoured hers as he lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her long legs around his waist as he turned, placing her back against the wall. Finding her damp entrance, he plunged into her. She was tight, slick and his body shuddered as he sank deeply into her. As he began to move, her hands gripped his shoulders and she whispered to him. Soothing words in a language that was foreign to him, yet he understood.
His body melded with hers, becoming one. Faster. Harder. The pressure was building within them as their bodies rocked rhythmically to Dean's pace. Their mouths locked, capturing each soft moan that tried to escape. Dean's breathing grew ragged, his body trembled and then he felt her surrender and lost all control. He hammered into her, his release a searing explosion coursing through his body and pouring into hers.
She tore her lips from his as they came and cried out his name.
"Dean!"
Dean jumped, unsure of where he was. He blinked a few times, then the memory of the girl and the mind blowing sex hit him full force. His green eyes wide, he lifted his head, expecting to see the mysterious beauty.
What he saw was Sam.
"That must have been one hell of a dream!" his brother said, a huge grin on his handsome face.
Dean wiped at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "I was dreaming?"
"Dude, you weren't just dreaming, you were moaning!" Sam told him, thrilled at the chance to rib his sibling for a change.
"Why the hell didn't you wake me up?" He couldn't believe the whole thing was just a damn dream!
"And ruin the show? No way!" Sam laughed.
"You bitch!" Dean rubbed at his eyes and started to look around the room, wondering if anyone else might have heard him. Standing near the bottom of the steps was the dark haired girl of his dream. Her sensuous lips curved up in a knowing smile as she raised a hand, signaling for him to join her.
Dean's eyebrows drew together as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. Was he imagining her? Was he still dreaming? He looked at Sam, but his brother had gone back to typing at the computer.
Not trusting his own eyes at this point, he decided to get a second opinion. "Sam! Sammy, you see her? That's her!" he said, pointing to the stairs. He watched the girl as he waited for his brother's response.
Sam's words, however, were not what he expected to hear. "See who, Dean?"
He dragged his eyes from the beauty to glare at his idiotic brother. "Her! What's wrong with you? She's right..." Only when he turned back, the very space where she'd stood was empty.
Dean exhaled sharply. "No, no Sammy, I'm telling you. I just...I swear I saw..." What the hell was going on?
"It's pretty much been just us and the librarian for the past few hours, Dean." Sam watched his older brother, figuring his confusion was due to either a sleepy state of mind or lack of nourishment. "There was an old guy here for about half an hour but that's been it. Look, why don't we take off? Get you some food and check into a motel. I think you're in serious need of a burger, a beer and a good night's sleep. What do you say?"
"Yeah. Yeah I think that sounds good." He continued to stare at the bottom of the staircase until Sam signed off of the computer, gathered his things and literally dragged him out the front door.
TBC