It was ridiculous how much dirty clothing the boys had ready for you in the laundry room. Then again, the three of you had decided you would be the laundry girl since if you didn't do it, no one would. Then the boys would be stuck wearing the same, old, stinky, clothing and that would not be good for you. You hated when Dean would come back to the bunker and have the stench of whatever creature he'd killed on his clothes and then he would have the nerve to try and seduce you! As much as he tried, your answer was always the same. First, get those clothes off and go take a shower. Then, we'll fuck. He'd listen and do as he was told, but he'd stomp off with a puppy dog pout plastered on his face. It was hilarious.

It was also laundry day for you. As per usual, only when the boys weren't home, you'd gather up all your dirty clothing (as well as theirs) and strut around the bunker in your "laundry day" attire. Which really just consisted of one of Dean's button up shirts that he wore under his suits and whatever bra and underwear you had leftover that was clean. Today, it was your black lace boyshort panties and your matching bra that hooked in the front. Even though laundry day was a bit boring, you did enjoy it for the time alone and the few minutes you could listen to your music without being criticized by Dean about your style of music. You did like most of Dean's music, but you also loved the new songs they'd come out since then. Reaching for the iPod dock on the radio above on the detergent shelf, you plugged your iPod and pressed play as the sounds flooded the little area. Bending over at the waist, you started to sort through the clothing and, without even thinking, your hips began to sway to the music as you went from bending over to standing up to throw the clothing into the washer. You went like this until the song ended and the next song played. You smiled as you realized this was one of the songs Dean had snuck onto your iPod. Your hips swayed more to the beat as Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin blasted through the speakers. As the guitar started to play in the music your movements became a little more defined. Thank god for those dancing lessons, you thought to yourself as you continued to dance to the music. Your hair started to fall out of it's loose ponytail as you wrapped your hands in your locks and began to roll your head back and around with the song. You'd forgotten how much you loved this song and images of when Dean had first had you listen to it flooded through your mind. He'd come back from a hunt and you were sprawled out on the couch listening to one of your favorites songs and when he heard it his face turned sour.

"This isn't even music!" he'd said and raced to unplug your iPod from the dock.

"Hey! Put it back!" Dean had smirked at you and started playing with your iPod until finally placing the iPod dock back onto the dock and the song suddenly filled the room. He'd picked you up from the couch and had you pinned against the wall as his hands guided you along with the song and his lips grazed against your neck and collarbone.

"Now, this is music." You froze in the midst of your frantic dancing. You didn't believe he was there until you felt him pressed against your body, "sounds like laundry day is going well." Dean smirked and spun you around.

"Um," You went to fix your ponytail but you were shaking so much from the initial shock that your locks just fell to your shoulders. A strand of your hair fell in front of your face, but your were too distracted by the movement of Dean backing you up against the dryer, "it's going okay." You jumped as the door to the dryer was slammed shut and Dean pressed himself as close as possible against you. That's when you felt it, his growing erection struggling against his jeans. His hands grabbed your hips and he started to grind against you once he had turned your body around and pushed your chest against the top of the dryer. Dean ran his hand all the way down your back to cup your ass and squeezed it for a split second before his hand suddenly disappeared and a sharp smack was felt against your left ass cheek. You screeched in surprise, only to be silenced by Dean spreading your legs and grinding against you harder.

"You know, (Y/N). It's not very nice to borrow someone's things without asking." His hand came down once more and his other hand reached up to the stereo, "but seeing as you look fucking sexy as hell, I'm going to let you get away with it." Another smack was felt against your ass and you groaned into the sleeve of his shirt. The song was just about to end when Dean pressed the repeat button and the song came back to life again.

"I thought you and Sam were on a hunt." Dean turned you around and wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up and sat you on top of the dryer.

"Finished early, baby doll." The lust filled stare he had just about made you come undone and he hadn't even begun to touch you.

"Good." You sat up before he could say anything else and locked lips with his as your hands pulled at the little strands of hair at the back of his head. This was his sweet spot, you pulling on his hair and grazing your fingers roughly against the back of his neck. He wouldn't be able to control himself now, and that's how you liked it. You loved when he couldn't control himself and turned into this sex driven beast that couldn't be satisfied until he had all of you. Dean's lips broke from yours and made their way down your jaw, neck, across your collarbone and down to nip the top of your breast that was hidden away by his shirt.

"Shirt. Now." Was all he could say. Slowly, and on purpose, you started to unbutton from the bottom up all while making sure his hands stayed on your hips and you rolled them against his. Dean's eyes were fully dilated with lust as he watch you unbutton your shirt at a painstakingly slow pace.

"(Y/N)-" You quickly placed your finger over his lips.

"Ah ah ah, patience Dean. Good things come to those who wait." You said with a smirk and unbuttoned the last few buttons. Dean seemed to feel like he wasn't moving fast enough as he ripped the shirt off your arms and tossed it behind him. His eyes were glued upon your bra and matching panties.

"You little tease." Dean's mouth went back to your neck and retraced his steps down you collarbone and to the top of your breast where he nipped so hard you were sure you would have a mark there by tomorrow. A little mark that claims me as his, you thought and smiled. You brought his face back to your lips and fought each other for dominance with your tongues. Your hand reached down to cup his bulge and a guttural, moan escaped from his throat. Grabbing his hands, you laid them on the tops of your breasts and made him squeeze them, a moan escaping your lips as he kissed your neck again, switching between kissing and sucking and biting and licking until you were sure you'd have a shit ton of hickeys tomorrow. Dean's fingers roamed elsewhere and suddenly your breasts sprang free from their confinements only to be entrapped once more by Dean's wet, talented mouth and rough hands. You'd come accustomed to the roughness of his hands, you even found it felt amazing when he was fingering you during your morning sessions. His tongue swirled and nipped at your left nipple as his other hand pulled and tweaked and pinched the other. His free hand, however, snaked down you stomach and rubbed your aching core through your lace panties.

"Dean…" you moaned as he pressed his erection against your leg, indicating that the two of you were moving too slow for his normal pace. You giggled and decided to try something different this time. You raised his lips from your nipple and started kissing him again as you pushed his shirt off and started to mess with his belt buckle.

"That's more like it," he said as you reached into his boxers and started to stroke him up and down, revelling in the face he made. He must have thought that you were about to pull him closer so he could sink his aching cock into your pulsating core, but was surprised when you slid down from the dryer, set the dryer ready to go on normal cycle, and reached up to turn the music up louder before positioning yourself back on top of the dryer, legs spread wide and looking at him with a carnal desire.

"Tell me something, Dean." You said as you pulled his hands back on your hips, making him lean against you, his erection practically ready to rip through his boxers as it made contact with your wet, pulsating core. Dean swallowed as he nodded.

"Anything you want, (Y/N)." He replied and nipped her bottom lip.

"Sammy anywhere nearby?" Dean shook his head.

"Sam's busy somewhere, I don't really care. He said he probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow." You lifted your hips up and gestured for him to take them off. He crouched down with them as he pulled them off your ankles, licking and sucking and biting and kissing his way up to your lips where he kissed you in a way you thought you'd never think straight again.

"Dean, I want you to fuck me." Dean stopped and was shocked by your choice of words, but not for long. Dean kicked his boxers off and lined his cock up with your entrance as you held you finger steady on the start button,

"This should be interesting." You whispered in his ear, "don't thrust until the dryer starts, Dean." He groaned at your instructions. His cock was already being soaked by her juices and he wasn't even inside her. Boy, was he glad to come home early. Your hand circled around the button as he watched intently, waiting for you to start the machine so he could sink himself deep into your folds and satisfy his need to be inside you. Minutes seemed to pass as the song started once more and Dean became extremely impatient.

"(Y/N), you better start this machine right now or I will not be responsible for my actions." Dean bit his tongue and wondered what you were going to do. You thought of making him wait longer,but your strength was wearing thin and you needed to come now. So, whilst biting your bottom lip, you pressed the button. The dryer sprang to life with the little two tone indicating the start and as soon as it started to vibrate underneath you, Dean plunged his cock deep inside you and let out a loud groan. Between the vibration of the dryer and Dean thrust harshly in and out of your soaking wet pussy, your head was practically spinning, only to be brought back to reality as Dean's fingers rubbed slowly on your clit as opposed to his fast, deep thrusts.

"Dean…" You whimpered at the sensation of him filling you. The added vibration from the dryer made Dean's thrust feel like they were going deeper than usual and his head fell back with a moan as waves after wave of pleasure threatened to send him over the edge. You clung to his body as he pounded faster into you and gripped your ass checks to help pull you closer against him as if the added force would help. The moans and whimpers and grunts that came from the both of you drowned out the sound of the song until the both of you could only hear each other's sounds of ecstasy.

"Dean," you moaned into his ear, "I'm gonna… I'm-" His lips silenced yours as your orgasm ripped through you and your mouth was ripped from his as your head fell back and a jumble of moans and his name escaped from your lips. It wasn't long after your walls clenched around his that his thrusts began more frantic and his hips suddenly stilled as his seed spilled into you and an animalistic roar erupted from him as his orgasm shuddered and ripped through every soul in his body. Whilst you both were drowning in your orgasms, the dryer stopped and the four tones that indicated the load was finished drying sounded through the room. Your head rolled forward as Dean went to pick you up and carried you into your shared bedroom. Laying you down with a slight bounce, Dean wrapped his arms back around your waist and pulled the blanket above the both of you and kissed your forehead.

"I think you should do laundry everyday, (Y/N)." Dean muttered against your shoulder.

"Speaking of laundry," you said as you reluctantly sat up and slid your feet over the bed, "I still have a few loads to finish. Care to join me? We can do it semi-naked since Sam won't be home for a while." The both of you giggled and as you tried to get up, you realized your legs were numb from the vibrations of the dryer.

"Hey, Dean?" Dean popped one eye open lazily and looked at you.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"You mind carrying me to the laundry room? My legs seem to be asleep from the amazing sex." You giggled at how you described it. Dean nodded his head and picked you up from the bed. His hand grazed up and down your thigh and his nose nuzzled your neck as he walked the both of you back into the laundry room.

"I think I can help you with that." Dean smirked.