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Who Are You Gonna Believe; Me or Your Own Eyes
Chapter 1: The End of the Road
The Impala roared to a dead stop directly in front of the Robinson homestead. His foot still on the brake, he hesitated before he decided to turn off the engine. Without even changing direction to confirm, he knew that Sammy was glaring as him with expectant eyes.
Sam had hounded him the entire ride back about Cassie, and what he hoped Dean would do about the situation. Dean remained stoic as he was bombarded with questions, none of which he would answer.
"Dean. You can't just leave without telling her how you feel. I mean…"
"Sammy, just give it a rest, huh. Look, let's face facts. Cassie and I were just never meant to be."
"Well that's a load of crap."
Dean glared at him.
"You can pretend all you want, but I know you. You're still in love with her and from what I can see; she's still in love with you too."
"C'mon. Let's go."
Dean exited the vehicle, Sam at his heels as they bounded up the steps and knocked on the front door.
To his delight, Cassie opened the door immediately, almost as if she had been sitting sentry all this time, awaiting their return.
"Dean…"
Dean loved when she said his name that way. It always made his stomach do a little flip.
"…is it over?"
"Yeah. It's done."
He and Cassie stared at each other, unsure of what to say next. Dean was glad that he had helped to defeat the ghost which had terrorized her family and friends, but somewhere deep in his heart, he'd wished there was reason for him to stay longer. Saying that they were done meant it was time for he and Sam to go.
Sam cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence.
"I'm sorry guys. Come in and have a seat. I can make some coffee or tea?"
"Do you have anything stronger?" Dean asked.
"Sure, I'll be right back."
Dean watched as she walked away, his mind already thinking dirty thoughts.
He remembered the first time he and Cassie made love. Made love… he rarely used that term, but for some reason, it always felt right in any context when thinking of her.
Eyes glazed over, Sam elbowed him in the ribs.
"So, are you going to say something or not?"
"Not."
"Dean…"
"Enough. Would you just give it a rest Sammy?"
Dean lowered his voice to a gruff whisper. "Look, Sammy. This isn't happening okay. So leave it be."
Cassie came back in with three beers in hand and sat opposite Dean, her eyes never leaving his.
"So, tell me about it."
They relayed the entire story, leaving nothing out. At this point, Cassie was well versed about what they did, even though it still left her reeling.
"Does that mean you have to leave?" She asked hurriedly, her voice raising an entire octave.
Sam started to respond, "No, we can stay a coup…" but Dean cut him off.
"Yeah, we have to leave tomorrow."
"Oh."
Dean could see the sadness in her eyes, which made him feel all the worse about lying. But he couldn't stay. The pain of pretending they were in a real relationship would be too much for him to bare.
Sam wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily thought and piped up. "But he can stay tonight."
"Wha…"
Cheesy smile in place, Sam all but sealed his fate. "How about you come get your bag and I'll head back to the motel."
Mouth agape it appeared to Dean the decision to stay the night had been made for the both of them.
His bag retrieved, Dean followed Cassie upstairs to her bedroom. His eyes never leaving her slender form.
"I'll make you some dinner while you take a shower."
He was filthy and he was hungry; how could he turn it down. "Thanks."
Dean tossed his duffle in the corner of her now familiar bedroom, kicked off his boots and peeled his shirt, pants, underwear and socks from his body.
Cassie had an adjoining bathroom so he didn't have to worry about traipsing around the halls worrying that her mother might catch a glimpse.
Dean turned the shower on to as hot as he could stand and let the steam build up before stepping under the forceful spray. He could feel his muscles relax immediately. Standing there, he wondered how long he could continue on this path. Never having a home to call his own or a family to share a life with. He was in the fight until they found and killed Yellow Eyes, but what after that. Could he do like Sammy says he would and quit the life? Would his dad follow them if their major goal was completed? Probably not. And truthfully, Dean would be by his fathers side until the end. So where did that leave him?
His thoughts were interrupted by Cassie who'd called out to him in concern. He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing in the shower, but it had to have been quite some time for her to have checked on him.
Stepping out the shower he found two fresh towels waiting for him. He wrapped one around his waist and dried his hair with the other. He opened the bathroom door to see Cassie standing on the opposite side of her bed. The room was dark, the curtains were drawn but there was a gap which allowed light from the moon to shine through. He could see her silhouette as she side stepped to reveal herself fully. She wore nothing but a bra and a pair of boy-style boxer briefs, and he thought she looked so irresistibly cute.
In unison they moved as Dean crossed to her side and sat on the edge of the bed. Cassie approached and embraced him as he placed his head on her belly. Hugging her tightly, he could smell the perfume she'd worn as it lingered after a long day.
Cassie then bent her head. Licking the curvature of his lobe, he closed his eyes and shuddered inherently. He wanted her so badly. Memories once again flooded him of their times together before and how she was able to play him like a fiddle; something he'd never admit to.
Lowering her mouth to his, she placed numerous delicate kisses on his perfectly pouty pink lips. Dean grew harder, his dick pressing against the cotton material, it was difficult not to see the impression as it rose. Then the kisses grew deeper. Tongues exploring each other. Teeth gnashing and grinding against one another. They didn't need much to get in the mood. As Cassie had expressed the other day; they were good at this. Whenever they were together, they went hard at each other, like they were going to war. This time was no different.
Dean didn't want to waste anymore time as tonight was all they had. Removing his towel, he lifted her and laid her on the plush flowery comforter she had on the bed. Placing his mouth on her collarbone, he bit and licked like she liked, electing moans of pleasure. Distracting her, he then smoothly entered her and began pumping steadily, his breathing harsh in her ear, he whispered to her seductively.
"You feel so good. You are so wet. I can't wait to taste you."
And Cassie was just as vocal in return. "Your cock is so hard. I want you to fill me up. I love when your are inside me. Fuck me harder Dean, harder."
Dean lifted off of her and hovered. Staring deep in her eyes, the sweat dripped from his brow. And without waiting for the go ahead, he slowly slipped two fingers inside of her.
"Oh, Dean. I love it when you touch me there."
Cassie reached down and took his hand then place the fingers in her mouth. She suckled the juices from her pussy and Dean groaned in sheer delight. It was all he needed to push him further.
He crawled down and spread Cassie's legs wide. Lowering his head, he began to lick her plump lower lips. Yum. She tasted like the sweetest honey to him. His brown sugar. She was without a doubt, the best he'd ever had. And there he stayed. Sucking, lapping, nipping, until she could take not more. She begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. He wanted her to explode over him, and that she did.
Though she was spent, she rolled Dean on his back and climbed on top of him and rode him until he came. And they continued that way throughout the night.
Afterward, she lay cuddled in his arms; safe in his embrace.
Dean didn't want to say the next few words, but it was getting time for him to leave. "I need to get ready. I have to go meet Sam."
"I wish you didn't have to go."
"Me either, but we have work to do and we have to find my Dad."
Cassie knew there was no point in arguing the fact that he wasn't required to follow his dad around until the end of time. So she just stuck to lighter fair.
Of course there were things they intentionally ignored. Their aforementioned suitors they'd entertained while they were apart. What they would do once they parted. If they'd even try to maintain a relationship. They wanted to be sweet to each other right now; it was not the time for arguments.
"Dean, I wish you could stay with me one more night."
"If I could I would stay with you forever."
And when it was time to go and Dean met up with Sam, they whispered empty promises to each other, they knew they wanted to keep, but probably wouldn't.
After what they assumed was their final kiss, Dean reluctantly crawled into the passenger side, waved his goodbye and tilted his head back. Her scent and taste still lingering on his lips and on his mind.
Next - Chapter 2: Memories
