As Dean awoke, he felt strong, scarred arms around his shoulders, holding his naked body tight against a firm and muscular frame. His first reaction was to struggle, to figure out why he was naked in a strange room with a nude someone pressed against him. Then, he inhaled and smelled the musk. A mixture of cotton, cinnamon, and sun invaded his nostrils and he felt safe. It was a familiar scent, one that he'd had in his life for years, it equalled comfort, trust, and protection. He was home.
Flashback 24 hours ago.....
With beautiful women all around him, Dean sits in his chair, amused with his situation. Each woman is wearing a simple glittery g-string and not much else. His hands linger on each pair of supple breasts, caressing nipple after nipple, not really seeing the faces in this sea of flesh.
Not until her, that is.
A blonde, killer body, curvaceous, red dress is sitting by the bar, her hair almost glowing in the bar's dim lighting. Licking his lips suggestively, Dean saunters over to her, trying to ignore the sudden urge he has developed to ravage this woman in the red dress right here and now, over the bar stool, regardless of who was watching. She looked up to him, smiling. There was a glimmer there, in her eyes, just for a moment, something familiar in them but Dean wasn't thinking about that now. All he wanted was the scent of her in his nose, the taste of her on his lips...
"She's hot." Dean mumbles to no one in particular, his eyes focused on the woman. His entire world is her. There is no sun, there is no war, there is only this angel with the blonde flowing hair. Dean musters up his best smirk and sits down beside her, turning in her direction to introduce himself to this beauty.
Unfortunately, now that Dean is within a few feet of her, he's utterly speechless.
She smells of cinnamon and peaches and her skin looks smooth to the touch. Her eyes are a cool blue colour, obvious even in the light of the bar, and they are moist and attentive. They are locked on Dean.
Casting a nervous smile at her, Dean turns away to order a drink. He turns back and meets her eyes again. She hasn't shifted her gaze. It's still locked on him, as if the rest of the bar has vanished from existence. Her hand rests casually on his knee and she leans forward towards Dean. He swallows hard, unsure why he's so overcome with nerves as she leans in closer, her lips, such a luscious red, getting closer to his face. Dean licks his lips, in preparation for possibly the best kiss he's ever had. His heart quickens, his pulse races, beads of sweat form on his brow, and yet, still she comes towards him. Oddly enough, as she moves forward, she runs her hands, colder than he expected, on his neck and gently moves his head to the side, so that she can whisper to him. Dean leans forward a bit as well, so that he can hear the words he's been waiting for. He pauses, as she's stopped moving towards him, takes a deep breath and asks her name.
There is no denying the sparkle in her eyes, the slight hint of a smirk on her lips as she opens them to say, " Don't you recognise your old friend Ruby, Dean?". As Dean's eyes go wide and he tries to pull away, Ruby holds his jaw firmly and twists, quick and deadly. Dean doesn't have a chance. He slides off his seat, collapsing onto the floor, only to be straddled by Ruby, who is leaning down towards his ear, another message to be delivered.
There is no denying the smile now. Her breath wafts across Dean's cooling flesh as she continues to his ear, leaning forward, whispering,
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty, it's your turn to drive."
Dean awakens from his sleep, his eyes squinting at the sudden intrusion of brightness. After a moment of adjusting to the light, Dean glances over at his brother, staring back at him with a slight mischievous grin on his face.
"Dude, you're drooling." The younger Winchester chuckles to himself, as he clicks another photo with his phone, "I think I'll send this one to Bobby. He loves seeing you drooling."
Dean quickly wipes his chin and settles into his chair, scowling, but sort of unsure whether he's upset at the fact that he just got by some Ruby dream bitch, or at the fact Sam caught him drooling during his rest. Shifting restlessly, he looks out the window, watching tress at the roadside fly by, gravel shooting from the tires as he contemplates the dream. Why would I dream about Ruby? Dean puzzled. It didn't make any sense. It had been 3 months since she'd been sent to hell, Dean had seen to that personally, and they hadn't heard from her.
What if she was back? What if Dean's trip to hell had altered him...changed him?? Was he going to start getting headaches, premonitions, and black eyes? Suddenly the world was spinning too fast for him. Dean was spiralling downward; unsure of what was going on, unsure of where he was going, or what he could do to stop this sudden terror filling his mind.
"My god, is this what Sammy went through while he was changing?"
Dean needed to stop. HAD to stop. If only to calm the voices screaming in his head. He needed fresh air. He needed power in his hands. The man needed to drive.
"Sammy," Dean croaked, trying to pull himself together, "Pull over. It's time for me to drive. Plus, I need to take a leak." Sam just looked at Dean, a puzzled yet amused look in his eyes.
"You shouldn't have finished off that big gulp, Dean. You knew we were going to be driving for a while."
Dean glared at Sam, "Thanks, mom. Now, can you pull over, or should I just take the leak here?"
It didn't take long for the Impala to come to a stop, a cloud of dust rising in the air. Dean grabbed for the handle and stumbled out of the car, suddenly in agony. Not because he had to relieve himself urgently, but because of what he was thinking about Sam.
"He had those headaches, the visions, the battle of good vs evil inside him, and he rarely complained." Dean walked a bit down into the ditch, found an area surrounded with weeds and unzipped his jeans letting his large cock flop out of his fly. He rarely wore any underwear, as he found it restricting on his balls, and was happy to realize he hadn't worn any today.
While he pissed, Dean found himself thinking about Sam, wondering what it was like, admiring his brother for always being so strong, so able to contain his grief. "That guy must have some really strong shoulders to handle all this strai..."
At that moment, Dean was grabbed roughly by the shoulders. Swinging around, cock still exposed, arms in a defensive position, Dean was instantly reminded of the time when his father took the boys into the woods, and attacked them while they were bathing in a river. He had to fight naked then, and he was damned if he was going to lose a fight naked now.
However, the face he witnessed wasn't a demon or some vicious predator. It was Sam, laughing loudly at him. " WHOA, easy Dean," his brother coaxed, "it's just me. You were taking a long time out here and I just wanted to make sure you were ok." Sam looked at him with genuine concern, taking the time to look over Dean's body, checking for damage, delaying a moment longer than he should on Dean's sizeable flaccid penis, oddly plump at the moment. Sam forced his eyes up to Dean's noticing a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Dude, that was so...so...wrong. Gimme the keys, I'm drivin'." Dean zips up, quickly yet carefully, and grabs the keys from Sam's outstretched hand, glaring at Sam as he does. "It's not a good idea to sneak up on a hunter, dude."
Sam, with a huge grin on his face, just keeps walking, pleased at himself for giving his brother a scare, something that doesn't happen too often. He opens his mouth to taunt Dean into even more shame and humiliation when he hears branches breaking. Up ahead, a few bushes part, and a young woman runs out, screaming as loud as she can.
"Dean, look at that. There's a girl running over there."
Dean quickly shifts his head, noticing a slight pain in his neck, and checks out the girl. She'd be a completely average jogger, if it weren't for the fact that she was running towards them, her shirt covered in blood, her hands flailing in fear and screaming for her life.