The Escape Attempt

Taking one last look out into the hall, you noticed that Sam and Dean were still talking, hopefully, distracted just enough so you could leave without them noticing.

Opening your bedroom window you quickly took note of all of the possible ways that you could escape. That's when you noticed the thick trail of ivy, that stopped on the roof just above the porch beneath it.

That's more like it, you thought to yourself as you started to climb out, finding a strong foothold for your first step, you noticed there was a brick sticking out slightly under the overgrowth of the ivy.

Using that to lean on you swung your other leg out too, holding onto the ledge tightly with both of your hands. At least something was going your way tonight you acknowledged, as you finally finished climbing down onto the roof below.

The next bit was easy slipping down off the roof, you swung yourself slightly from the roof, "Shit" you squeaked, as you landed you quickly realised you had cut your hand on something on the way down.

You had to move quickly because where you were was a little too out in the open, they would see you in seconds. So you ran to the nearest patch of cover you could see, which just so happened to be under a window.

You briefly saw Sam inside, and Dean appeared to be heading outside, so you made a break for your car, hoping for the best. You just about had time to unlock your car and jump inside, before Dean stepped out onto the porch.

"Son of a bitch!" you breathed heavily, feeling the heat rise on your skin at the sight of him, though you told yourself it was only all of the running, climbing and jumping. That it seriously had nothing at all to do with Dean Winchester.

However, you couldn't leave yet, no matter how much you wanted to. They would just see you straight away and catch you. If nothing else for the sake of Bobby.

So you were just going to have to sit and wait for him to go in, no matter how much you needed and wanted to leave.

You watched him carefully, willing him to go back inside, instead he took a seat on the steps leading down from the porch. Looking out into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

Putting down the beer he had been holding he pushed his hands through his hair, rubbing his eyes with the balls of his of his hand.

You couldn't believe he couldn't see you, you were so close to where he was currently sitting.

You flinched a little noticing the light go off in the window, where Sam had been. One down one to go, you thought silently.

The need to kill something was still very much there, rising slowly, as their words continued running through your mind.

Though at this point you had a hard time figuring out who you were more annoyed with. You, for letting yourself fall for everything and hope beyond hope. Or Dean, for making you feel the way that you did, and looking, sounding and smelling the way he did.

But your irritated thoughts were interrupted by Dean's loud gravely voice, "Fuck!" he half shouted and half growled, into the empty void, of broken cars and road, you could hear the clear frustration in his voice.

You watched silently as Dean looked around, hands at his sides balled up into tight fists. Clearly, there was nothing to see, you watched him, his breathing was so obviously off, the way his chest was rising and falling.

Sighing to yourself you whispered to yourself under your breath, "Go to bed Dean" you sighed in irritation as you heard the light click on. Then you noticed the door opening and slumped down in your chair further as Sam came outside.

You could just about see them from where you were now, but you could still hear them clear as day.

Dean was looking at the floor, you weren't even sure he'd noticed the light go on above him. Sam put a hand on his brother's shoulder, Dean briefly looked over at him.

"Hey man, how're you doing?" Sam asked as they both took a seat on the steps.

"I'm fine Sammy, I just need a bit of time to myself" Dean replied tightly, shifting uncomfortably where he sat like something was bothering him.

"You got it. I'll see you in the morning, you know where I am if you need me" Sam replied, patting his brother on the back and leaving.

"Nighty night Sammy" Dean sighed. You sat up again, hoping Dean wouldn't be far behind his brother.

But ten minutes went by, and he had only moved to the middle and laid down on his back. One arm behind his head and the other between his legs.

So you got comfortable guessing you may be here for some time, leaning your head against your open window you closed your eyes.

A minute later you were drifting off when you heard something you hadn't heard in a very long time.

Your eyes snapped open, there were moaning and groaning noises, you looked around your surroundings, that was when you realised it was Dean.

Snapping your head back around to him, you almost passed out. He had a hand snuggly down the front of his jeans, and his hips were rolling into his hand, slowly rising from the floor.

"Fuck, yes" Dean growled, beginning to snap his hips up into his hand.

You suddenly felt your mouth go very dry, despite yourself. You just couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight in front of you, this shit was better than top shelf porn.

"Holy shit" you whimpered, at a loss for what to do at that moment, shifting in your seat, instantly feeling uncomfortable, you spread your legs.

You knew you shouldn't watch this was a private thing, but what could you do. You couldn't leave, they'd catch you even if he didn't want you here, you were sure he would do it for Bobby. So no you would just have to wait here, leaving wasn't currently an option.

So why not just enjoy the show, after all, he couldn't see you where you were. And he sure as shit didn't have anything to worry about.

Suddenly it got that much better, you felt your thighs shaking with need as you watched him pop the button of his jeans. And he shifted slightly, pulling them down his legs just enough."Oh god" you breathed quietly, wetting your lips with your tongue.

You could tell from where you were that he was going commando.

Dear god that man really was perfect, his legs looked even stronger when they were bare.

His shirt rode up as he moved, this man was completely gorgeous everywhere. This is just not fair, how can anyone look this good, you thought to yourself.

You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties.

Following his lead you tugged your jeans down, popping the button you pushed your hand down the front of them.

Whimpering as your fingers slipped easily through your folds, "Oh shit, yeah that's it princess. Ride me" Dean growled, through gritted teeth.

Giving one particularly harsh thrust upwards, making you take a harsh breath in. You rose a little off of the seat, almost following his movements. You could hear him breathing, a little rapidly, as his chest heaved up and down.

What you wouldn't give to ride that man like a pony.

Your fingers brushed lightly over your clit, making your thigh muscles tighten on contact. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened, causing you to grip the handle on your door, hard. Because all of a sudden it was like Dean had slipped inside you, your other hand quickly gripped the seat beside you.

Slipping down in your seat, you tossed your head back as you felt him starting to move inside you, your legs fell open welcoming the feeling.

Feeling his teeth sink into your shoulder, in your mind, you were picturing every little thing that you felt.

You had to bite your lip when he thrust particularly deep, to stop yourself from all but screaming.

Then before you knew what was happening it got even more intense, as you felt Dean's hands on your hips, looking up and out of the window with hooded eyes you watched him.

Moving herself a little as he thrust up hard into his hand again, hearing him growl was possibly the sexiest noise you had ever heard. "So fucking tight sweetheart" he moaned, causing you to whimper, as the invisible grip tightened on your hips.

Chewing your lip you threaded a hand through your hair, this was probably the sexiest thing that had ever happened to you.

"Shit, this feels so God damn real" Dean murmured, as you looked over at him, you couldn't help but agree with him. Even though he couldn't hear you.

"You feel so fucking good Y/N baby, gonna fill you up" Dean growled loudly, though it didn't quite click with you what he said, you were to lost in the moment.

"Fuck Dean, yes baby. So close" you cried out, louder than you would have if you had your senses intact. Pushing your hand back into your panties, you started to rub your clit in hard circles.

"Good girl, just like that. Come for me" Dean commanded, his voice edging off into a moan.

"Yes Dean, gonna come all over your big cock" you cried out, feeling your heartbeat in your ears.

"Yeah all for me" Dean grunted, feeling his hands lift your hips slightly. Changing the angle of his thrust, and that was all that it took.

It all happened so fast, you came so hard that your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you almost blacked out. But something stopped you, hearing Dean grunt you suddenly felt him fill you up, "Holy shit" you whimpered feeling over sensitive.

You had been so lost in the moment, that you hadn't realised that every noise you made had been out loud. When it dawned on you, you also realised the pair of you had practically been answering each other.

"Shit" you whispered, pulling up your trousers. Looking up your heart sank in your chest, he was looking right at you.

"Oh God no" you panicked, doing up your window and starting your car. But you could still hear Dean calling for you, it only made the need to leave that more urgent.

Wheels spinning you finally made it out of there, leaving Dean behind you in the dust. "You're such a fucking idiot" you growled at your reflection.

You know he's just projecting, there's no other reason he was thinking about you, you thought to yourself angrily.

Poor guy probably thinks I'm a crazy person now, you sighed, knowing you couldn't stop, or he would come after you. If he decided to come after you anyway.

Looking around your car you tried to find the map, the one you had written to point you to the nest's location.

"Son of a bitch, where the hell is it" you growled, as your bag fell onto the floor. As you tried to grab it, "Come here, come to momma" you strained, as you stretched a little further.

Suddenly your car jolted, and there was a bang. Then the world went dark.

With Dean

It took him a moment to register what was happening, as he stood there staring at her. Both of them said nothing, suddenly she turned her engine on and wheel spun out of there.

He tried to call after her, tried to get her to come back. But he had seen her eyes she looked terrified. He needed to talk to her, needed to explain.

A feeling of dread ran through him, he needed to go after her before anything happened to her, with the way she was currently driving it was entirely possible. So without a second thought, he jumped into the Impala and sped down the road after her.

He went as fast as he felt safe, he hadn't realised how long and how far he had driven, until he looked at the time, and there still hadn't been any sign of her.

"Son of a bitch" he shouted, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. I should have found her by now he thought to himself, as he rounded yet another corner.

He'd made sure to send Sam a quick message, briefly explaining what happened. Without mentioning the x rated part.

But then questions kept on running through his mind, that he just needed to know the answers to like: Just how long had you been watching? How much had you exactly seen? And what the hell were you doing outside?

These were the ones that kept repeating on a loop anyway, but his voice quietened down as soon as he saw the giant mass in the road.

It was only as he got closer and his headlights hit it that he noticed it was a car, your car.

Skidding to a halt right behind it he jumped out of his car, "Y/N? Y/N? Can you hear me? Dean shouted as he neared the wreck.

Panic fueling him as he ripped open the driver's side door, but the pit in his stomach grew. When the door finally swung open with a lot of force, he realised that the car was completely empty.

You were nowhere to be seen, noticing the shattered glass and blood that littered the car. His heart sank in his chest, what the hell had happened? Where the hell were you?

The contents of your bag had been scattered across the floor, Dean's eyes were immediately drawn to the scrap of paper on the seat that caught Dean's eye. Slamming the driver's side door angrily he hurried over to the passenger side.

He noticed that the paper had been wedged into the seat, possibly on purpose, he hoped you still had enough wits about you at the moment and that this was you knowing that he would follow.

Snatching the paper up he looked it over quickly, deciding to quickly gather all of the belongings he could see. Making sure to put everything back in your bag, he went back to the Impala.

Chucking your stuff in the back seat, he quickly jumped in the driver's seat and flattened the paper against the steering wheel.

"God damn it Y/N" Dean sighed, both worry and anger lacing his tone. As soon as he realised what he was looking at.

The red circles, outlining the deaths you had linked together, with the same injuries and circumstances, you had spoken to them about.

The circle with the x inside it was where you believed the nest to be, the smaller circles surrounding it. Dean sent Sam a picture of the map and checking the time he noticed it was almost three in the morning now. So he told Sam if he didn't hear from either of them, by around ten, then he might need to come looking.

He was leaving nothing to chance with you involved. It was still around an hours drive from where he was, he just hoped you were okay. The research had to be solid, or he wouldn't find you.

But he trusted it because you knew what you were doing, at least where tracking stuff was concerned.

Dean thought about telling Bobby about you going missing, but he was too far away to do anything, at least Dean was here. Bobby would only blame himself if something happened to you, so Dean would make sure that it didn't.

He set off, engine roaring as he sped off down the road, hoping he got there before you were put through anything, after all, you didn't deserve it. If they found out about Sam and Dean knowing you, it would hardly go down well either, it would just make them enjoy hurting you more.

The thought completely put a sick feeling in the back of Dean's throat, but although he couldn't explain it. He felt for now at least you were okay.

Although for just how long, he couldn't be sure.