Worth It
Dean's feeling better. John can tell.
Can tell when he walks in on him with his night nurse, hunkered and giggling in the bathroom, bare ass shown to the world as he presses her up against the wall.
He'd flicked the light on and watched as the girl's face flamed red. Bright with embarrassment and fear of being caught in such an act with a patient.
But Dean had just turned his head towards his dad with a wide, carefree grin.
"Mm kinda in the middle of something." he had slurred -half drunk with lust, half drunk with morphine.
He's still got the girl pinned against the wall. Pinned against himself, and John watches as she ducks her head and hides herself behind his son's broad shoulders. She attempts to unhook her feet. Unwind her ankles that are wrapped tightly around the lean, muscled back. But the boy grabs a firm, tight grip on her thighs, and shifts against her as he holds her in place. She bites back a moan. Her eyes flutter and then those handsome green eyes are staring at her, staring into her, with a knowing grin.
John coughs then. Clears his throat as he scratches his eyebrow, "I take it you're feeling better then?" he questions.
"Oh, It's like I was never injured." Dean croons.
"Hope you're using protection."
"Yes'sir."
There's a moment of awkward silence. John's not sure what to say -where to look. The girl, he assumes is about ready to pass out, she looks like she wants to just disappear, fall off the planet and never be seen again. And Dean? Well Dean looks like he's about ready to continue the act whether his dad is standing there watching the show or not.
"Right then." He lets out awkwardly as he turns and shuts the door, "See ya in the car."
Dean turns his attention back to the nurse. Rubs a hand through her sandy hair and bites at her lip.
She's hesitant now, and Dean can tell. He grabs a hold of her thigh squeezing tightly as he shifts his hips against hers. For a second he thinks she's going to surrender to him, to his touch, and then her hands are on his chest, stilling his movements. "What's wrong?" he says as he lazily trails a finger up the smooth skin of her side.
"Are you kiddin? We just got busted...By your dad none the less."
"It's good. He don't care. He won't say anything." Dean assures as he moves in to make contact with her lush, swollen lips.
"Stop. I can't do this." she says as she places soft hands against against the boys firm chest.
And Dean can see that she's really starting to freak out now. He's going to have to be especially smooth. Especially persuasive. He rolls his hips against hers, leans down and buries his face into her neck.
"Ah-hh, this is…this is so wrong." she pants as she arches her neck back, allowing him more access.
He drags his nose up her neck, teeth nipping on her ear lobe before he whispers, "No baby, it's just right."
She smiles, a light laugh leaving her lips in euphoria as she roughly drags her fingers through his dark hair. She forcefully pulls him closer to herself and Dean knows she's surrendered now. He devotes all his attention back to her as they get into a rhythm, body against body.
Most days Mindy would say it sucks being stuck on the night shift. Forever paying your dues. Gaining your seniority. But tonight it was totally worth it.
She grins. Bites her lip as she fingers the scrunched paper in her pocket with the scribbled phone number.
Dean would be in town for 2 more weeks.
Yeah. Worth it.