A/N: Here's the second part, it's long overdue. One more part to go. Thank you for reading and thanks to ebonywarrior85 and Deanstiel's Daughter for reviewing the first chapter.

WARNING: language, smut, dirty talk


A few hours later Erin drifted back to reality as she felt a wave of warmth spread through her body, a pleasant chill causing her to shudder; a constant prickling sensation that never ceased.

She let out a contented sigh at the feeling and opened her eyes wearily, turning her head to find Dean pressed against her, his lips moving lightly over her skin and leaving feathery, hot, wet kisses all over her back.

Another chill prickled her skin as his mouth continued its path; it took her a second to realize that he was tracing the scars with his lips and soothing her recent injury.

Erin stiffened instinctively, but then relaxed, giving in to him and not making him stop. To her own surprise, she didn't feel uncomfortable at his actions, it was quite the opposite.

What Dean was doing felt good, really really good.

Dean noticed the change in her breathing, felt the slight movement of her body and knew she was awake. He kissed up her shoulder blade, placed a few kisses along her neck and lightly sucked on the tender spot behind her ear, eliciting a breathy moan from her.

"Hey, did I wake you, baby girl?" Dean gave her a tired smile, his voice gruff and raspy, a pleasant rumble in the morning silence. "I didn't mean to."

"Uh-huh, yeah, I'm sure that wasn't your intention." Erin smirked and licked her dry lips. "What time is it?"

"Early. Around seven. We don't have to get up yet." Dean assured her, and had to suppress a groan when she pressed her backside into him firmly.

"Mhm, that's good." She mumbled in reply to his words, but also as a response to what she felt against her thigh in the next moment. "You've got a problem there, Dean?"

He let out a laugh at her teasing tone, his warm breath blowing through her hair. "Looks like it." He pressed a kiss to her neck and whispered, "Sorry, I kinda don't have control over that."

Dean wrapped his left arm around her waist and smiled against her skin when she instantly placed her own over his. He focused his attention on her neck again, lightly nibbling and sucking, alternatively placing barely-there kisses everywhere he could reach.

He was rock-hard and more than ready for her, but he wasn't sure whether she'd want to repeat what had happened between them a few hours before. Or if she was physically even able to. Her stitches were too fresh, she needed to rest, and Dean didn't want to pressure her. That one time had almost been too much for her.

But Erin moaned and let her head fall back to give him better access, leaned into his broad chest and pushed her ass against his erection. Dean groaned into her shoulder when his hot flesh rubbed up against the curve of her ass and pulled her closer to him, pushing his hips against hers at the same time.

"Dean..." Erin begged breathlessly, every kiss sending a surge of electricity through her, down to her lower body, causing her pussy to ache for him.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked, hesitating. He was torn. Should he do the right thing and back off, or just slip into her and find release, put out the fire that was thrumming through his veins?

Erin nodded weakly and reached behind her, smiling devilishly when she closed her fingers around his length and slowly stroked him until he grew even harder under her touch. "I can feel how hard you are, baby. C'mere."

"Fuck." Dean cursed quietly and buried his face in her hair, taking deep, laboured breaths.

He ran his fingertips over her ribs and slowly down her side until he reached her hips. He gave her ass a light squeeze and Erin shuddered, releasing him and drawing her hand back, her fingers fisted into the sheets in anticipation.

Dean's hand moved lower, dipped between her thighs, and the pads of his fingers brushed her wet folds lightly, causing Erin to jolt at the contact. She let out a shuddering breath and pulled her leg up a little, bending it at the knee for Dean to be able to play with her pussy.

Dean kissed her temple as he slipped his fingers in between her folds and teasingly stroked her entrance, "God... you're soaking wet, baby... I've barely touched you..."

He breathed into her ear, making Erin shiver.

"You like that, Dean?" She bit her bottom lip, but the pitiful whimper still escaped her when he flicked her clit.

"I love it, baby. I love it so much." Dean chuckled and nuzzled her neck, now full on torturing her, drawing shallow circles on her most sensitive spot. "Make those beautiful sounds a few more times for me, sweetheart."

"God, Dean... please... I need you, can't wait..." She gasped out, her fingers digging into his forearm.

At her plea, Dean withdrew his hand and placed it onto her hip, smiling when he heard Erin let out a relieved breath. "Is this okay? I'm not hurting you?" He asked, worried about the current position they were in, both lying on their right sides with Dean behind her.

Erin nodded and turned her head, giving him a bright smile. "I'm good, we can stay like that. My arm doesn't hurt all too much."

The dull ache in her left shoulder and arm were not as persistent as before because she was so aroused, drowning in the pool of lust and desire.

Dean kissed her lips and scooted a few inches up on the mattress until his cock was right at the junction between her thighs. He wedged his right arm underneath and around her body, pulling her to his chest, her head coming to rest right under his chin.

His free hand took hold of his straining erection and Erin felt the wet tip and his knuckles slap against her skin as he tugged roughly at his cock a few times. He was about to enter her and she relaxed into him when he suddenly broke away from her with a curse and Erin realized he had forgotten about the condom. She giggled, watching him fumble it on hastily.

"I'm a complete mess around you, sweetheart." He managed to say, his voice hoarse and thick with lust for her. He quickly brought them back into position and then guided himself to her entrance, gently pushing the tip in. Erin let out a throaty moan and Dean clenched his jaw at the tightness that their position provided as he moved further in.

"You okay?" He groaned, fearing this might be uncomfortable for her or even hurt her if he continued. But she nodded and wiped out his concerns. "Yes, I'm okay, baby. Don't worry... you feel so good... don't stop."

The stretch was tantalizing, he felt so big, filling her so good and slow, and pushing against every sensitive spot inside her. For a second, Erin thought she would come alone from his cock filling her pussy.

Dean held her tight against him, his palm flat on her stomach, pressing her lightly to him. He breathed heavily and slipped another inch forward, her hot wet walls greedily swallowing him.

Erin pushed the back of her head into his chest, one hand grabbing at the pillow and the other clutching the sheets, a cry slipping past her lips as her walls accommodated another inch of him.

Dean stopped moving when he felt that it was physically impossible to drive the last few inches into her without changing the position slightly.

"God, Dean..." Erin choked out. "This is so good."

He pressed his lips to her damp hair and lifted his hand from her stomach to her chest, cupping the underside of one breast and running his thumb over the nipple.

"That's my girl. You're so fucking amazing, sweetheart, you know that?" He praised. "Stop me if I hurt you, okay?"

"I'm fine. Don't you dare stop. Get in me already." Erin whispered, barely able to think straight as his fingers teased the sensitive skin of her breasts. "Dean, do you need me to move...?"

"Yeah, but let me do it." He stopped her when she wanted to spread her legs for him to make him thrust into her all the way. Dean took hold of her leg right under her knee and slowly lifted it up towards her chest, giving himself more space as he slowly sank into her dripping heat.

"Dean... oh my god…." Erin moaned, whined and whimpered as he filled her completely and her walls stretched around him, clamping down on his girth.

"Fuck..." Dean cursed, feeling his cock slip into her and suddenly every inch of him was enveloped in her silky heat. He let out a breathless laugh, taking a deep breath and giving himself a moment to relish the way she clenched around him, held him snugly inside her body.

"Erin, baby... You're the best." He murmured, squeezing and kneading her breasts. "You feel so damn good, my little girl, I can barely think."

Erin let out a breathing sigh and turned her head, pressing a kiss to his sweaty neck, a thin sheen of sweat was already covering his skin.

"You're killing me here, you know..." She gave him a lazy, lust-induced smile, her voice a mere rasp. "Torturing and teasing me like that.… c'mon, big boy, show me what you got and fuck me already."

"Your wish is my command." Dean chuckled at her words, gripped her leg tighter and slowly pulled out before thrusting back in with more force. Erin hung her head and whimpered, biting down onto her lip as a heatwave shot through her.

Dean pulled his arm free from underneath her body and leaned up on his elbow for more leverage before leaving her pussy and driving into her just as hard, eliciting a deep moan from her. Slowly, gradually, he picked up pace and built a steady rhythm, each thrust hard and precise, hitting the most delicate spots inside her. Yet, he was holding back. As much as he wanted to, he restrained himself from fucking her like an animal, pounding into her mercilessly until they both fell apart.

He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily as he fought to keep his weight off of her, thrusting into her as she pushed back. Erin moved her hips as far as the angle he was holding her in allowed, keeping herself up as best she could, fighting not to bury her face in the pillow, to simply succumb to the pleasure and scream at the sensations of his cock stretching her, filling her, rhythmically pounding into all the aching spots inside her.

He was so big and strong and the feeling of him behind her, his sweaty chest pressed to her back, his hot damp breath fanning over her neck and hair, his sexy panting and growling in her ear was almost enough to make her come undone. His strong hold on her body keeping her firmly in place and pressed tight to him, was the only reason why she hadn't fallen off the bed yet. There was no ounce of strength left in her, her limbs were too wobbly for her to be able to withstand his strong movements.

She felt him kissing her jaw and slowing his pace until he was gently rolling his hips into her. Erin whined in protest and dared to let go of the sheets to push her damp hair out of her face.

"Is this too much?" Dean's voice had turned completely gravelly, a low dark tone against Erin's neck. "I'm really trying not to be too rough here, babe."

Erin shuddered at the vibrations against her skin and leaned into his chest, letting out a surprised yelp when he tightened his hold on her leg, his fingers digging into the flesh, as he lifted her leg even higher and changed the angle slightly.

Dean grinned at her reaction, continuing to move torturously slow, rhythmically slipping in and out and burying his cock in her over and over.

She took a deep breath before trying to speak. "Dean... God, Dean..." Erin moaned, tilting her head and pressing her lips to his mouth, sighing when he kissed her back with the same hunger. "I-I don't... I don't want you to be gentle with me... I'm – oh God – I'm okay... I trust you, baby."

Erin whimpered helplessly as he kept up the slow rhythm, teasing her poor pussy and making her only ache more with need.

"Babe... I'm so fucking close..." Dean groaned into her hair and slid his free hand down her body again, his middle finger starting to draw fast circles on her clit. She cried out and he cursed when her pussy clenched around him in response.

"God, baby... Do you feel that? Do you feel every inch of me when I'm fucking you nice and slow? So fucking tight and wet for me... that's my baby girl, taking me so good, wrapping around me and squeezing me so good. Do you like that, baby? Do you like how my cock stretches your tight little pussy?"

She nodded frantically, panting as she tried to utter a response. "Yes, Dean, yes…. I love how you fuck me, baby. I love your cock, baby, so big and hard... give me more, baby, I need more."

His dirty talk was driving her insane, she couldn't take it anymore. Erin reached behind her and gave his ass a nice and hard slap before digging her nails into his skin.

"Fuck." Dean growled, letting out a breathless chuckle.

"I need to come, Dean. Please, please, please." She started to beg, writhing against him, almost sobbing. "Fuck me harder, Dean, please. Faster, baby, make me come."

It was not enough, the way he was slowly sliding in and out of her had her in a frenzy, she was right on the brink. She could feel how dripping wet she was from all the teasing, her sticky arousal trickling out of her with every slide of his cock into her pussy; it was smeared all over her thighs.

Her words made him obey and he started to move faster, harder again, though he still kept a measured pace in fear of hurting her.

Heatwave after heatwave engulfed her, rolled through her. The coil in her lower body was wound unbelievably tight and Erin was only able to let out deep, guttral moans. She unclawed her hand from Dean's ass and gave him complete control over her body, trusting him to keep her in place and bring her to orgasm. She sobbed into the sheets, shuddering in pleasure, unable to thrust her hips into him and meet his powerful thrusts.

He continued pounding into her sharply, folding his body around her and practically crushing her to the mattress when her arms gave out. She pressed her cheek to the bedsheets, coming to lie on her stomach and clutching the edge of the bed where the mattress ended. Without ceasing his movements, Dean braced one hand on the bed and pressed the other to Erin's lower back, holding her down as he moved inside her.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock." He growled, aiming for her sweet spot on each thrust, groaning deep in his throat when her pussy tightened around him. "That's it, baby girl. Let go."

The heat in her abdomen peaked and when Dean planted a hard smack on her ass, she exploded and came with a cry, whimpering softly as the sensation of her orgasm spread through.

"Fuck, Erin..." Dean grunted as her pussy squeezed his cock and then contracted around him. He felt his balls tighten and pushed hard into her one more time, spurting his seed into the condom and letting her walls force every drop out of him as he came undone.

He kept his weight lifted off of her, brushed her damp hair out of her face before placing a kiss to her cheek, neck and shoulder. "So amazing, my precious little girl."

"Do it again." She murmured, looking over her shoulder at him. "Smack my ass. Please."

Dean grinned. "You liked that, huh? Such a dirty girl. Like that?" He leaned up a little and placed a slap to her other buttock.

Erin groaned, "Fuck, that's it. Again." The sensation of his big strong hand coming down on her flesh combined with his softening length inside her was pure bliss.

Dean smacked her ass again, enjoying the way she groaned and writhed beneath him. He kneaded and caressed her cheeks to soothe the sting.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked, concerned again, fearing he might have lost control and been too rough with her.

She sighed happily. "Couldn't be better. Best sex I ever had."

Dean grinned at her wickedly. "That's what I like to hear."

Erin leaned up on her good arm, wondering how the hell she had ended up flat on her stomach with Dean on top of her. When he pulled out of her, she groaned at the obscene sound her slickness caused in the process and buried her face in the pillow. She felt the loss of his length as he slipped out of her, already missing the contact.

Dean scooted down and placed a kiss on her red ass, biting her playfully and making her giggle. "You stay right where you are, sugar. I'll get you cleaned up."

She hummed in agreement and closed her eyes. Erin never noticed him washing her sticky slickness off of her thighs and wiping her between her legs with a warm wet towel. Dean settled in bed next to her and pulled her onto his chest before covering her with a blanket. He fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face, holding her close to him.


Erin stirred in bed, carefully stretched her sore limbs and had to suppress a yelp at the sharp pain shooting through her bones. The aching pulsing settled in her right shoulder and spread down to her arm. Slowly, she lifted her head to look at the clock on the nightstand by the bed.

It was shortly after ten and Dean wasn't with her in bed. She guessed he had let her sleep in, because she got hurt on the hunt and needed to rest. Especially after what they had done the night before …. and in the morning... Erin felt her face heat up at the memory of sleeping with Dean for the first time. With a broad smile she managed to climb out of bed and somehow get dressed, even though every bone in her body hurt and she could barely move.

Leaving Dean's bedroom, she stepped into the hallway and immediately smelled the freshly brewed coffee. Erin followed the smell into the kitchen, finding Sam sitting at the table and reading over a newspaper.

He looked up from the article and gave her a warm smile when she crossed the floor and made her way over to the coffee pot. "Morning, you already up?"

"Yeah, couldn't stay in bed, everything hurts." She sighed and sat at the table across from Sam after pouring herself a cup of coffee. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby." Sam grinned, handing her the part of the paper he knew she liked to read. "Sorry I didn't check on you again, I was out cold the second my head hit the pillow. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really. Just a minor wound, but it bled like hell. Dean patched me up, I needed stitches. Hurts like a bitch, but I'll live..." She trailed off when her thoughts drifted to the event that had followed after Dean was done tending to her wounds. Erin quickly took a sip from her cup to hide her red face.

Sam went back to reading and she started to leaf through the pages he had given her. It was silent in the bunker, she and Sam were alone. She took another casual sip and kept her eyes glued to the headline of a short report. "Hey... you seen your brother yet?"

"Oh... yeah, he got up, like two hours ago, and went to get breakfast. Don't know what's taking him so long, but I'm sure he'll be back any minute."

Erin let out an impatient huff. "He better get his ass back here and not flirt with the waitress, I'm starving."

Sam laughed at her remark. He had known Erin for a little over three months now, but he was already used to her staying with him and his brother. It felt like she had always been living with them. He liked her and they got along well.

"After you saved my life yesterday, you deserve a big, unhealthy breakfast."

Erin's eyes started to sparkle at Sam's words. He was right, after the beating she had taken, she deserved a treat.

"Ooh, I so have to take advantage of that. Gimme your phone, I'll text Dean to bring me a huge pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream. What?" She added when Sam handed her his phone with a disgusted look on his face.

"Nothing, you deserve to be treated like a Queen for saving my ass, but… mint chocolate chip ice cream? For breakfast?"

"Sammy, it's almost eleven. Don't worry, I can eat." Erin laughed as she typed her message and gave him his phone back after sending it. Sam just shook his head in amusement.

Ten minutes passed, still no Dean. Erin had finished her coffee and was getting anxious when her stomach growled loudly. Sam got up and refilled their cups, starting to worry about his brother.

"Okay, that's it. I'll give him a call." He announced as he sat back down.

As if on cue, the door to the bunker shut closed, followed by the sound of Dean's heavy boots crossing the library. Seconds later, he entered the kitchen.

"Sunday, man. Those freakin' lines and all the families and crying babies – " He stopped short, interrupting himself when his eyes fell on Erin. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, not sure what to say to her. "Hey... I didn't expect you... I thought you were still... How are you feeling?"

Dean's unexpected awkwardness rubbed off on her. Suddenly, she was at a loss for words, much like him. "Uhm... I'm good, my shoulder hurts… but... but I'm good."

"Good... that's good." Dean stepped to the table and put the paper bags down, avoiding eye contact with her.

Sam looked from Erin to his brother, giving him a confused and curious look when he met his gaze. Dean quickly looked away, rubbing his neck nervously.

"So... sorry it took so long, but I got your ice cream..." He couldn't help, but grin as he handed her the pint and she gave him a dazzling smile. "Thanks, Dean. You're my hero."

He chuckled and dared to glance at her, letting his eyes slowly wander up her body. Her legs were bare, she had put on shorts and one of his t-shirts that was too big for her, probably because of her injured arm.

Damn. She was so fucking beautiful. Fuck, what was wrong with him? This was his best friend, his hunting buddy. The sex with her had been amazing, but it was a one time thing and he had to get over it.

Dean felt Sam's eyes on him and heat crept up his neck. Crap. He needed to get out of there before Sam could read what was on his mind and start asking his persistent questions.

He walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee, before grabbing a box with food and making his way to the door. "I'm gonna be on the laptop in the library, see if I can find us the next case..." He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder towards the hallway.

Sam frowned at his strange antics. "Dean... we just got back from a really bad hunt. Don't you think we should stay put for at least a week? Look at Erin, she's beaten up pretty bad."

"Yeah, well... she can sit the next one out..." Dean glanced at her quickly before looking back to Sam.

"Hey, no way in hell!" Erin objected, but neither of the brothers was listening to her.

"Sam, people need to be saved. They can't wait until our wounds are healed." Dean shot him a weird look and Sam raised his eyebrows. "If you find a case, we'll send other hunters to do the job."

Dean groaned in annoyance. "Sam, for the love of God. Can I eat my breakfast in peace and do some research without having to explain myself? Good God..." He huffed and fled out the room.

Sam remained standing in the middle of the kitchen, perplexed. "What the hell... was that?" He asked, slowly sinking down to his chair.

Erin breathed a heavy sigh. "I was about to ask you the same."

"Looks like he doesn't wanna be in the same room with us."

"Actually, he's... avoiding me." Erin confessed quietly and Sam's head shot in her direction. "What? Why?"

"Because... last night after he patched me up... we, uh..." Erin took a deep breath and confessed, "... we had sex."

The expression on Sam's face remained the same, he didn't seem surprised or shocked.

"Sam, it was the first time for us." Erin clarified, feeling herself blush again. "We've never slept with each other before."

Realization dawned on him, he looked at her with his mouth slightly agape as he processed the information. "Oh... oh, I see." He let out a huff and leaned back in his chair, frowning. "It's just... I always assumed you two were... you know."

Erin raised an eyebrow. "Hooking up? Yeah, no... it's always been platonic between us. Dean's my oldest friend."

"But he's constantly fussing about you, touching you, calling you baby girl and sweetheart... He hasn't been with another woman ever since you joined us, and I thought…."

"That's just typical Dean. It's how he's acting around people he cares about, he's exactly the same with you... well, except for the pet names..." She added, making Sam laugh.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions, Erin."

"It's okay, Sam. You don't have to apologize, I probably would've thought the same if I were you... we both know how charming he can be, right? What woman could possibly resist?"

Erin fell silent and glanced to the door where Dean had disappeared down the hallway, before stabbing her fork a little too violently into her scrambled eggs. "I'm so stupid... I don't even know how it happened, he's always been just my hunting buddy... oh, I'm sorry Sam, talking out loud here." She quickly added when she realized how riled up she was.

"I've known my brother all my life." He appeased with a smile. "Talk to me, you'll feel better."

Dean's behaviour had really upset her, her good mood from before was gone. Erin sighed and looked up at Sam, seeing that he was offering her comfort.

"It's just... I was seventeen when we first met and yeah, like any teenage girl, I had a crush on him. He was a very sweet and good-looking guy. He never showed interest, but it didn't matter 'cause we became such good friends..." She stopped and took a forkful of her meal and a gulp of coffee, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I don't regret what happened, but if I'd known how awkward it'd be, I would've never had sex with him."

"Hey, this doesn't mean you two can't be friends anymore. Dean cares about you a lot, one night isn't gonna change that... I bet he's just a little confused and needs time to get over it." Sam gave her an encouraging smile and was glad to see that she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, you're right, Sammy. It's Dean... He's gonna avoid me for a while, but eventually he'll come around... Thank you for letting me vent, you're a good listener."

"You're welcome." He replied with a smile and they went back to eating their breakfast in silence.

"Hey, you said you met Dean when you were seventeen?" He asked a few minutes later and she nodded. "Yeah, he never told you that story?"

Sam shook his head and Erin began to tell him how her parents had died and John saved her from a werewolf pack. Once she started talking, it became easier to talk about her past. To her own surprise, she even told him about the scars and explained why she hesitated to ask him for help with her wounds.


When Erin walked into the library, Dean lifted his head automatically, his gaze following her as she stepped to the shelves and scanned the titles until she found the book she was looking for.

When she felt his eyes on her, Erin turned around and gave him a little smile. He quickly returned his gaze to the screen of the laptop, but continued to watch her from the corner of his eye. She was still in his t-shirt and those tiny pair of shorts and suddenly the memory of her hot skin against his and her breathy sighs hit him violently.

He shifted in his seat, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. He let out a long shaky breath. He was a sick bastard. Erin got banged up pretty bad on that hunt and he was fantasizing about fucking her again. She still looked pretty pale and her beautiful legs were littered with ugly bruises.

She noticed his concerned expression and the way he was staring at her legs. "It was a tough hunt, but it looks worse than it is. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked, and hearing his low gruff voice for the first time in hours, put a bright smile on her face.

She nodded, considered to sit in the chair by the shelves, but decided against it not to make it more awkward, and hurried out the room. Dean leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh. He had crossed a line with her and jeopardized their friendship. He was so screwed.

Dean didn't talk to her for the rest of the day. They ordered pizza and had dinner in front of the TV, watching some stupid comedy. She and Sam exchanged a few words throughout the film, but Dean was suspiciously quiet the entire night.

After dinner, Erin stayed in her room and read her book for hours. She tried to distract herself as best she could, but the fear of losing Dean was still present.

What if he wanted her to leave? What if he decided he couldn't be friends with her after what happened?

She let out a frustrated groan and shut her book, tossing it onto the nightstand. If Dean regretted having had sex with her then there was nothing she could do about it.

As she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling she heard a knock on her door. She nearly fell off the mattress when it opened and Dean took a hesitant step into her room.

"How's your arm and shoulder?" He asked gently.

"Better. It's kind of a dull ache now." She mumbled, giving him a hesitant smile.

"I've come to check on your stitches and help you change the patch, if that's okay."

"Yeah, of course, thank you. I can't do it by myself. But let me take a shower first." She jumped off the bed and started gathering some fresh clothes.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be in the library or the kitchen... you'll find me somewhere... around the bunker." Dean stammered awkwardly, cursing himself.

Smooth, Winchester. Now get the hell out.

Erin hoped he would offer her assistance in the shower, but to her disappointment, Dean still wasn't in the mood to joke, flirt and just be himself with her. He turned around and left without another word. She sighed and went to the bathroom.

"Dean?" Erin called, wandering through the hallway of the bunker after her shower.

"Kitchen!" She heard him holler, his rough voice echoing off the walls. She stepped in and smiled, seeing he had already set up everything for the change of her bandage.

Dean swallowed hard at the sight of her and took a deep breath to stay focused.

"Alright, get over here." He made her sit in the chair at the table, with her back facing him. He leaned over her and carefully peeled the patch off of her shoulder.

Erin closed her eyes when he put his hands on her, relishing his touch and the way his calloused fingertips barely brushed her skin. After spending only one night with him, she ached for him and longed to feel his skin against hers so much that it was downright pathetic.

Dean cleared his throat when he heard her let out a contented sigh and forced himself to keep his eyes on the injury. She had put on tiny sleeping shorts and a thin camisole, not bothering with a bra. It left nothing to the imagination and he got a damn good view of her barely-covered body.

"Looks good. It's healing up alright." He commented as he inspected the stitches, careful not to graze the wound.

He was so close that he could see the outline of her soft breasts and her nipples as her chest pressed to the thin material of her top. It was impossible to ignore the rhythmic heaving as she breathed in and out, causing her breasts to move.

Erin felt his eyes on her chest, feeling her skin heat up and decided to break the awkward silence. "So, where's Sam?"

"He... uh, he went to bed. It was getting late and he's beat after the long rough night we've had." Dean grimaced behind her back at his choice of words.

Way to make it even more awkward, Winchester.

They fell silent again and Dean tried to relax. But when he brushed a few strands of her still wet hair over her shoulder and was about to sanitize the stitches in order to put a new patch on, a waterdrop trickled across her skin, down her cleavage and in between her breasts.

"Son of a bitch..." He cursed under his breath, voice hoarse and even gruffer than normal. It sent a pleasant shiver down her spine and she couldn't help, but smile at Dean's reaction.

"What's the matter, Winchester? This makes you nervous?" She met his gaze with a challenging glint in her eyes. "You didn't seem to have a problem with my tits all up in your face last night."

Dean let out a laugh and shook his head in amusement. "Almost done, now turn around again and let me fix it." He ordered, the tension in his shoulders lessened slightly at her remark. If she was so cool about it, he needed to get a grip.

She was showing a whole lot of skin and he acknowledged and appreciated her beauty, because – he had to be honest – she was a fucking beautiful and sexy woman, friendship or not. But her appearance and charm had never affected him that way before.

He quickly cleaned her wound and sealed it with a fresh patch, sitting down on the edge of the table in relief. Thank God, the tense moment was finally over.

Erin got up and turned to him, she just looked at him, not sure what to say. Dean met her eyes, and they were so full of love and warmth for her that she couldn't stop herself from closing the remaining distance between them.

Her lips pressed to his and after the initial shock, Dean wound his arms around her waist, pulling her in between his legs and pressing her tightly to his chest as he kissed her back. She sucked on his bottom lip and he quickly parted his lips for her tongue to slip in and brush against his.

Erin moaned and slipped her hands into his hair, pushing her lower body against his as she stood between his legs. Dean's hand moved up the back of her bare thigh, and when he had reached the seam of her shorts, he slipped his hand in and underneath her panties. His strong thick fingers squeezed her ass roughly and pressed her closer to him.

She rubbed against him, feeling him start to swell in his pants. He grumbled low in his throat, and it was the hottest noise she had ever heard coming from a man.

They pulled away, panting heavily and Erin blushed, realizing she had initiated the kiss.

What was wrong with her? There were first cracks in their friendship after their night together and instead of fixing it, she was making sexual advances towards her friend yet again.

But Dean looked like a boy in a candy store. He stared at her dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape, as if he wasn't able to process that he had gotten a taste of his most desired candy. Only to have taken it away from him so soon.

Erin gave him a reassuring smile. "It's late, I should go to bed."

She placed her hand on his cheek and slowly ran her thumb over his wet and swollen bottom lip, having the pleasure of seeing his eyes turn to a dark green.

"Goodnight, Dean. Thanks for your assistance. And the hot kiss." She added spontaneously.

"Anytime, baby girl." He croaked, still under the effects of their liplock, and gave her his trademark smirk. His eyes scanned her body shamelessly, taking in every curve hungrily.

Erin bit her lip and averted her eyes, not having expected his avid reaction. She quickly turned to leave the kitchen and glanced over her shoulder back at him to see him lick his lips as he watched her go.

He wanted her. Erin wasn't sure what to do with this realization, but her instincts were screaming at her to give in to her desire and take what she wanted.