A/N- SO this is intended to be a short story... alittle longer than intended... but enjoy... oh so yeah... its pretty Dirty... you have been warned XD
Dean tugged uncomfortably at his tie as he climbed out of the Impala, he looked at his younger brother
"so what do you think we're dealing with?" He asked Sam.
Sam turned to face Dean and straightened the collar of his suit Jacket
"Not sure" Sam replied
"but the bodies are apparently in a pretty bad state" He added
They walked towards the small sheriff's office. Sam opened the door and walked in, followed closely by Dean.
Dean looked up and noticed a thin pretty brunette sat at a desk, typing away at her computer, not noticing her company yet
"Hey Sammy" Dean whispered, getting his brothers attention
Sam looked back and raised a brow as if to ask "what?"
"I think i'll handle this one" He grinned looking back at the brunette as she turned in her chair and stood up, bending over to place a file in the filing cabinet, Sam looked over his shoulder and noticed the girl, Dean followed his gaze and looked up her thin legs, his gaze continued up till they landed on her arse.
Sam rolled his eyes and watched as his older brother passed him and walked to the desk. Sam followed standing behind him. Dean kept his eyes on the brunettes arse
"excuse me Miss" Sam said, Dean nudged him, clearly unhappy that he could no longer stare at her
"Oh Sorry" She said, standing up and turning to face them
"I didn't hear you some in" She smiled, she looked at Sam first, then at Dean, she gave alittle half smile as she looked him up a down
"How can I help you?" She asked Dean raised a brow
Dean smiled and Sam let out a little cough
"Right. We're with the FBI, Agent Smith, this is agent Jones" He said, pulling his fake badge from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and showing the brunette.
The Brunette kept her eyebrow raised
"Ok, and what can I do for you, agents?" She smiled
Dean leant forwards on the desk slightly
"well were here about the latest attacks" He said
"Any chance of seeing the bodies?" He asked
she looked at Sam, then back at Dean
"well the Sheriff isn't here right now, but I guess you can go look" She smiled
She started to walk towards the corridor
"fraid I have to stay at the desk, but if you go down the corridor, its the last door on the left, the fridges are labelled" She said
Sam began to walk down the corridor
The Brunette reached for Deans arm and he stopped and faced her
"If you need anything Agent Smith" She said, smirking slightly
"don't hesitate to find me" she added
Dean smirked
"i'll be sure to do that" He replied
The brunette walked back over to her desk, walking with a little extra wiggle, knowing Deans eyes were on her, she sat down, and looked at him quickly, and smiled.
Dean pulled on a pair of gloves as Sam opened one of the fridge doors
"ok, so this is Elizabeth Howard, she was the first victim" Sam said
he looked at his brother
"Dean pay attention" He said, hitting his arm with the file in his hand
Dean looked at his brother
"what?" He replied
"Attention on the case, not the girl" Sam said
Dean tried to pay attention while Sam went through the victims with him, but all he could think about was the brunette, those long toned legs, that shapely pert arse,
As they left the room, Dean looked at the pretty brunette
"thanks" He smiled at her
Sam continued towards the door
"Agent Smith?" She asked
Dean walked alittle closer
"I'm afraid I don't know much about the investigation, but if you need anything and I mean anything, i'm sure i'll try my best to help" She smiled, stroking his arm
Dean smiled
"well i'll be keeping an eye out at the local club tonight if you can think of anything that might help" He replied
She smirked
"good to know Agent Smith" She smiled
Dean stood up straight and walked out the door
Dean sat on the end of his bed, he still thought of that brunette, the way her shirt clung to her chest, exposing her cleavage, the way her skirt clung perfectly to every curve, and her little smirk.
"I'm gonna go get us some food, whatcha want?" Sam asked
Dean looked at his younger brother
"er,, don't mind. Erm. How long you going to be?" Dean asked
Sam looked at his brother
"Bout 15-20 minutes i'm guessing" Sam replied
"Oh ok, well, i'm gonna grab a shower" Dean said
Sam nodded and headed for the door. Dean made sure his brother had gone before he walked into the bathroom and pulled his jacket off, then slowly pulling his top off over his head.
He reached inside the shower cubicle and turned it on, letting the water warm up.
He slipped his trousers off and underwear, then stepped in
He tried not to think off the girl and tried to shower normally, but her face and body kept entering his mind, before he knew it he was slowly stroking the shaft of his dick
He moaned softly as he pictured her, in his mind he undressed her, continuing to slowly stroke his dick. He placed one hand on the shower wall and lent forwards slightly, speeding up his rhythm on his hard on. Letting the hot water run over his muscular back
He bit his lip, seeing her naked body in his mind, as he sped up. He wished she was there with him right now, wished it was her touching him. He got faster, getting off on the sight of her body in his mind. A deep growl erupted from his throat, as his breathing got heavier. He felt a pressure building up in the base of his cock and sped up a little more.
He lent back, bracing himself against the wall as he moaned louder, the warm water splashing off his dick as he steadied himself as he released a huge load onto the shower wall
"crap, Sammy's gonna kill me" He murmured as he slowed the stroking down, but he didn't really care about that right now. All he could think was her, how he wanted her.
Dean laid back on his bed and continued to think of the brunette, why was she in his head so much, he slipped his hands down his jeans again when the door click, he whipped out his hand and sat up as Sam entered the room.
"Hey Sammy" He said, trying to act normal
"sorry took so long" He replied, tossing him a burger.
Dean ate it, still thinking of the brunette, and what he wanted to do to her, he tried to shake the thought out of his head, he was sure they wouldn't be in this town for long, he probably won't even see her again, then he remembered telling her about the bar. He rolled up the thin paper that the burger was in and tossed it in the bin
"going to the club" He said to Sam
He grabbed the keys to the impala
"wait, why you going to the club?" Sam asked
Dean grinned, and Sam rolled his eyes
"don't wait up for me Sammy" He smirked
Dean sat at the bar
"nutha beer?" The bar man asked loudly over the music that rang through the building
Dean nodded, he began to feel a little downhearted, every time he heard the door, he looked towards it, hoping to see her, but so far, everytime it did, it was not the brunette.
Dean heard the door open again and instinctively looked up, there she was, she noticed him and smiled, then walked to the bar about 6ft away from him
"Hey Jen, any news on what's happening around here" The bar man asked
"fraid not Hank" She replied
she pulled the two chop sticks that held her hair in a bun, the curls cascaded down her back, and she shook them loose slightly. Dean couldn't help but stare.
"But don't worry, all's under control" She smiled, looking briefly over at Dean
"What can I get ya then Jen, the usual?" He asked
She nodded
"its on me" Dean piped up
he slipped off his stool and sat next to her, while the barman grabbed a beer and placed it down infront of her. Dean looked surprised
"Beer?" He asked
she smiled
"Yep" She replied
Deans mind boggled, this turned him on even more, what was it that got him so caught up on this girl
Jen lent towards Dean, placing a hand on his muscular thigh, Dean wasn't sure if it was so he could hear her over the music, but for whatever reason she did it for, he was glad she did
"So Agent, found anything out?" She asked
He smiled, feeling her hand on his leg
"Not yet?" He replied
"And its Dean" He added
She smiled
"Jen" She replied
she stroked alittle higher and lent in alittle more, Dean saw her cleavage and he felt his cock twitch
"so where's your partner?" She asked, she squeezed his thigh slightly, and his cock twitched alittle again
"back at the motel" He replied with a smile
She sat back on the stool and sipped her beer
"Not into Clubs?" She asked over the music, Dean shook his head
They sat and spoke alittle as they both sipped from their beers, she found any excuse to touch Dean's leg and he found it hard to concentrate.
After a while she slipped off her stool
"Hey Hank, look after this a moment" She said, leaning over the bar and placing her bag on the floor behind it
Dean stared at her butt again, she straightened up and turned to face Dean
"Come with me, its a little noisy in here" She said
Dean happily followed, watching her arse move side to side, he so wanted to tap that.
She opened a door, leading out into a dimly light alley way, as soon as Dean stepped through it she grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, pressing her body against his
"I don't know what you've done to me Agent Smith, but I can't seem to get you out of my head" She said,
she pressed her lips to his, her hand on his chest, Dean couldn't help himself, he grabbed her tight, and began kissing her back
his lips left hers and he began to kiss her neck
"since i've met you, all I can do is think about you, wanting you" She said
she tipped her head back as his hand reached round and grabbed her arse tight, lifting her slightly
he traced his lips back up her neck
"I want you too" He breathed into her mouth,
she smiled and lifted her skirt up, then wrapped one leg around him, she started to grind her hips into his crouch. That was it, Dean couldn't concentrate anymore. He grabbed the other leg, lifting her up and turned, pinning her against the wall. He moved his hips against her, wanting her.
She moaned and he pushed her harder into the wall
"Oh Fuck" She moaned
Dean gripped her tighter and began kissing her neck again
"lets go back to mine" She moaned out softly
Dean didn't stop, he knew he wanted her, could he wait that long
"Agent Smith" She moaned
he loosened his grip, his hand stroked up until it rested on her breast, he squeezed it. He was so Hard and turned on
"Agent Smith" She moaned again
but Dean continued
"Dean" She breathed out
Dean looked at her and she kissed him
"lets go back to mine" She smiled
"I'll meet you out the front in a minute" she said, looking down and noticing his trousers tight against his bulging cock
she let out a small moan and bit her lip when she noticed it
"you got a car right?" She asked
Dean nodded,
"Black, 67 chevy Impala" He smiled, he pressed against her again and she smiled
"well why don't you drive me home" She said with a smirk on her face.
Dean stepped back and she pulled down the hem of her skirt, and straightened her shirt
"i've just got to get my bag, meet you out the front" she told him again