Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update this story! For those of you who read my story Monsters know this has been a big year for me! I left for bootcamp June 9, 2014 and graduated September 19, 2014. I'm proud to call myself a United States Marine. I worked my ass off to earn that title. So, my life has been a little hectic for the past eleven months. I apologize for the lack of updates, but not that I'm finally settled... I can start writing again. Thinking on writing a Randy one-shot. Thoughts? And just for those who waited patiently on me to update this story... here's a little surprise at the end. ;) Thank you so much for your support! I hope you like it! Sorry it's kinda short.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Corey! Warning! Sexual content ahead. Finally, right?
Seth rolled over to look at the clock on the night stand. It was already six in the morning and he hadn't slept at all. He tossed and turned, thinking about Corey and what had happened. How could he have done that to his best friend? Though, Dean wasn't himself last night and Seth wanted to know. He had a feeling, but he was hoping he was wrong. He sat up, looking around the room to see if Dean had even come back. Of course not, he thought to himself. It wouldn't be long before he would come stumbling through the door, still drunk from the night before. He would probably pass out on the couch or even the floor. This happened almost every other night. He couldn't be popping pills, not again. He almost killed himself the last time. It was a miracle him and Roman had gotten him to hospital in time.
He spotted Dean's bag over in the chair by the window. He let his curiosity get the best of him. He made sure Corey was still sleeping as he stepped to the other side of her bed. He sighed seeing Dean's stuff thrown everywhere. Laying at the bottom of the bag was a bright orange pill bottle with over half the bottle missing.
He looked at the date the prescription was filled and shook his head. "Fucking idiot." He mumbled. He took the bottle into the bathroom and dumped the pills in the toilet. He wasn't going to stand around and watch him slowly kill himself. He sure as hell wasn't going to make Corey sit around and watch it either. She deserved better than that.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Dean shouted from behind Seth, watching him flush the toilet.
He hadn't heard Dean come in the door of the hotel room. "Savng your fucking life." He snapped. He could feel the anger radiating off Dean but didn't seem to care. "Again. Now shut the fuck up, Corey's still sleeping."
"My life is none of you fucking business, Rollins." He jerked the empty orange bottle out of Seth's hand.
"No, it's not my business, but it is Corey's. I feel bad she has to take on all your bullshit. She doesn't deserve this." Seth shook his head, leaving Dean standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He grabbed his phone and walked out the door.
Dean didn't want to admit it but he knew Seth was right. He said nothing as he sat down on the edge of his bed, watching Corey as she slept. Guilt from the night before was starting to sink in. "Damnit..." He mumbled, pushing his hair out his face. He was itching for another Percocet to calm his nerves, but they were gone. The only thing that kept him sane was gone. It started out with a shoulder injury back when he was in FCW, but addiction opened it's ugly arms and pulled him in. Now he had to have them. If he didn't have them, he would get sick or go into rages.
"Dean?" Corey mumbled quietly. He looked down to see her eyes open.
"Yeah, babe." He placed his hand on her leg and squeezed gently. "I'm here."
"Are you.." She yawned in the middle of her words. "Just now getting back?"
"I'm sorry, Corey.. About last night." He started to move his hand, but to his surprise, she stopped him.
"Just shut up and lay down." She lifted the blanket for him.
Dean chuckled to himself, sliding off his shoes. "You sure about that?"
"Yessss..." She whined. "I wanna go back to sleep.." It was too early to worry about everything that went on last night. How could she be angry with him after everything that happened with her and Seth? She just wanted to let it go. She felt Dean lay down behind her. She scooted up close against him until her back touched his chest. Within minutes she was fast asleep.
Dean slid his arm around her waist, enjoying the feeling of having her close. He'd be an idiot to mess this up. He could get used to this. Maybe he could talk her out of getting it annulled... Just maybe, but he needed those pills. He had to have them. He cradled her against him, playing gently with her blonde hair. He'd always thought she was gorgeous, but seeing her like this was different. She was perfect. He pulled the blanket closer, finally allowing himself to doze off. He wondered if she'd believe him when he said nothing happened between him and the girl.
Corey's eyes fluttered open, wincing she saw the curtains were open. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand to check the time. It was almost noon. She rolled over to face Dean. He smelled like alcohol, cigarettes, and surprisingly cologne. She placed a kissed on his cheek before sitting up. She stretched, sighing in relief. She looked around, noticing Seth and his bags were gone. She felt a pang of guilt in her chest. "Dean..." She shook his shoulder. "It's time go get up. We have a flight at four." She pushed his hair out of his face. He looked like a little kid when he slept.
"I don't wanna..." He pulled the blanket over his head. "My head hurts and the room is spinning."
"Yeah, well... So is mine." She rolled her eyes, jerking the blanket off of him. "Don't make go get ice water, I swear I will." Her southern accent starting to slip out. She grabbed her towels off rack by the sink, frowning when she found the empty orange bottle sitting by the sink. She read Dean's name on the label, glancing back at him. "Uh, do you need this?" She raised an eyebrow.
Dean shook his head. "Just throw it away. It fell out of my bag."
She shrugged, letting it go. She tossed into the trashcan on her way to the bathroom. She stripped out of her clothes from the night before, turning on the hot water. She stepped inside, allowing the water to soak her from head to toe. It felt so good pounding down on the sore muscles of her back and shoulders. She started to think of the night before. She felt the anger and jealousy returning when she thought of Dean with that girl. This bitch wasn't even old enough to drink. Looks like someone likes to rob the cradle, she thought to herself.
"Can I come in?" Dean's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"Sure." She reached out and unlocked the door. She heard him starting to undress. "What are you doing?"
"Showering." He replied simply, stepping behind her into the hot water.
"Get out!" She moved to cover her breasts with her hands but he stopped her. "Dean..." Her eyes narrowed.
"Yeah?" He grinned, looking her up and down. He felt himself grow hard just at the sight of her. He always wondered what she looked like under those tiny black shorts she always wore. She was perfect. One hand came up, cupping her breast in his hand. He was surprised when she didn't stop him. He pushed her back against the wall, his lips crashing into hers.
Corey brought her arms up around his neck, moaning quietly when her back touched the cool tile. She slid one hand into his hair, pulling on it. She did it again once she heard him growl in approval. She moved that same hand down in between them, stroking his erection that pressed against her thigh. Angry sex was always better and she had a feeling when it came to Dean that it was about to be amazing. "You're so fucking hot." She whispered in his ear. She'd never been as turned on as she now.
"You think so?" Dean's lips moved slowly from her jaw to her neck. His tongue tracing up to her earlobe. He bucked his hips into her hands.
"Yes." She whimpered. "Just fuck me already."
"What? You don't wanna go slow?" Dean chuckled against her skin.
"We'll do that later." She felt his large hands on her thighs lifting her so she could wrap her legs around him.
"I can do that, baby." He rubbed the tip of his cock at her wet entrance. He eased himself inside her wet heat, groaning. "You're so tight."
"Just shut up." Corey pressed her lips to his, moaning into the kiss. It felt amazing to be stretched to her limits. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as he started to move. He seemed to show her no mercy. It was intense and passionate. She felt her orgasm starting to build way to soon. "Dean!" She cried, digging her nails into the skin on his back. One hand pulled on his hair again.
"Say it again." Dean growled, feeling her growing tighter around him. As she moaned his name, he slid one hand between them to rub her clit. "Come on my dick, baby girl."
Corey couldn't hold it off any longer, feeling her climax take over her body. She could've sworn she saw stars. She felt Dean speed up, hitting that one spot every time. That same white heat began to spread over her body all over again. "Come inside me." She whimpered.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Dean nibbled on her earlobe, his hands gripping her hips. He felt her tighten around him again as he spilled his seed inside her. "Some shower, huh?" He laughed breathlessly, head resting against her shoulder.
Corey kissed his lips. "Best one I've had in a while." She blushed he placed her back down on her shaky legs. She handed him her body wash. "Now, wash my back." She giggled, leaning back against his chest.