Day 30:
Dean's lips crashed onto Ruby's with a fury of reserved passion. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in clashing with body and strength-in fact he much liked the idea of ripping each other apart-it was just his preference that evening for the tenderness his body felt like it was missing. His right hand rested firmly behind her head as the other drooped fingertips down her neck. He could feel the shiver flow through her spine as his to the parted from his lips to beg entrance into her mouth. Dean was met with little resistance and almost instantly the tips of their tongues swarmed each other in a warm, wet dance.
Ruby's hands moved to his shirt and with slow, tentative motions slipped her hands beneath them. Her fingers spread open to touch as much surface as she could and it seemed to him she erased all the tattoos as she erases all the wounds. He pulled back slowly and he could see a flicker of worry and nervousness but his were dead set on her. He pulled his shirt up over his chest and that was when she broke into one of her award winning smiles. She followed his example (tossing a Led Zepplin tee he had yet to mention he adored) and lowered her gaze into a playfully seductive stare.
He grasped her arm and mumbled a dark and throaty, "Get over here," to which she replied with a giggle. He pulled her to him and she pushed him back against the table. Their mouths met at a slightly faster pace as their hands worked skillfully to remove each other's pants and underwear while still staying in the mood. When they were completely undressed they pulled back to take each other in under this new light. Her body was a wonderland John Mayer could orchestrate ballets to and it seemed to him she had never witnessed him so exposed. Her eyes were giant in what he hoped was admiration. Dean was never ashamed to admit he was a shower-and a grower.
He looped his arms around her middle and pressed her against him. The feel of her skin on skin was sinister my enchanting and she loved every second of it. Her fingertips traced over the tip of his member and his hands dropped down between her legs to feel her arousal. She was ready; he did not want to give in yet.
His hands moved to grasp her breasts and felt the sparks if desire shoot through him, beginning where her erect nipples hit his palms. He began to massage them with his thumbs running over the sensitive areas. The sounds she made, just little shifts in breath, let him know he was on the right track. He knew expertly it took women at least twelve minutes to climax and men at least two.
Dean Winchester was a master of those delightful ten minutes. He knew that was where the real fun dwelled. The finishes product was just a cherry on top.
The hands on Ruby's breasts came together to squish the naughty pillows they held onto. With joy Dean dived his head forward. His lips puckered as they wrapped around her delicate left nipple and he began to suck, swirling his tongue around this way and that. Her hands roamed through his hair as if to encourage him, but it was her moans that did that trick. Her lived for his babe's satisfaction. She dropped her hands suddenly to his shoulders and pushed him back so that he landed on the table. He smirked at her strength and the lust evident in her eyes as she climbed on top of him. He could see she was a ripe little cherry waiting to pop but he wasn't done yet. He grasped her waist and shifted in a quick maneuver he usually saved for battle. She was on her back in an instant.
Dean looked to the breathless Ruby with a smoldering glare as he declared, "We are not finished yet."
A purlike grunt jumped from Ruby's throat as Dean lowered himself and spread apart her legs. He could see her eyes were bulging with anticipation and he wondered if she ever had the pleasure of this experience. His hand gripped onto thighs and he could feel the shiver flow through her as his tongue parted his mouth to beg entrance between her lips. Dean was met with no resistance and immediately his tongue began the devilish dance of female pleasure.
His tongue flicked in a crazy manner up and down over her clitoris as if to say: I found you and I will make you mine forever. The sucking motions began next and with it Ruby bucking her hips. He loved the feel if her juices over his face and the sound of her excitement and thought to himself he could finish by that amazing experience there. But he continues. His tongue jumps up and down her entirety and before her hole he penetrates it with his tongue, digging his face in deeper to take in her natural scent.
"Fuck!" She cried out before jerking her hips away and sitting up. Her face was almost desperate in sadness as her pouty lips called to him, "I need you, I need you right now! I need you, Dean! Please!"
That was what he was waiting for. He could deny his woman no longer. He crawled onto the table and positioned himself over her as his eyes gazed over her beautiful blues with love and desire. One hand gel him up over her and the other held himself in the right position over her. His tip touched her entrance and he could feel himself quacking with want.
Her hands grasped his face with desperate touches as she writhed under him. Her mouth whispered "please" and he thrusted in. The first one, as always, created a breathless scream. Her arms tightened around his neck and pulled him closer as he gave another pump. She took almost no time at all to adjust to his size and that gave him pride. He knew tightness meant he had done a bad job and she was proving he had done right.
His lips met hers again and as he breathed out heavy moans of ecstasy they kissed. He kissed as much as he could of her while his hips moved in languid and filling thrusts. Each roll of motion pulled half way out to all the way in and then some, giving them both the greatest sensations. Dean had to admit he had a lot of sex before his injury, and probably after too, but this was the best he had ever felt. He felt alive and loved and worshiped and he did not want to stop.
But his mind was shut off and his body was doing the thinking instead. Faster he began to go like a car going up hill and taking its time to reach the peak. Ruby's legs wrapped around Dean's waist and began to follow his moves. The faster he went the harder she bucked her hips back and soon it was one motion of magnificences with her head rolled back and the craziest noise of appreciation leaving her mouth. Dean knew the finish was coming and he could not wait.
Her arms grasped his shoulders tight, as if she could feel it too, and his hands jumped to hold onto the edge of the table for stability.
Moans escaped his mouth and he did not stop them as his body took him to the right places.
Faster and faster his body went to the point Ruby's hips weren't on the table anymore and they were thrusting and bucking with their lower bodies in the air with fascination.
Almost there, almost there.
"Dean! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fu-"
A spiraling cloud of darkness torpedoed out of Ruby's mouth and into the air as Dean finished inside of her, her walls tightening and vibrating to show she had finished too. But it was wrong. So wrong. The dark cloud had left and in it's place was a screaming and sobbing girl and Dean could do nothing but pull out and run away as the girl shrieked in terror. His mind was spinning and trying to understand what was going on.
Ruby had been expelled from this girl's body.
This was the girl that had been possessed.
Too shocked to say a word he watched her grab salt and make a ring around herself as she clutched it and screamed. Too many thoughts jumped out at him. He had to console the girl. Would Ruby try to posses her again? Would he let her? Did he love the demon or the body? Could he let her possess another person again?
"-ying! She was lying!"
Dean suddenly realized the girl had been speaking. He reached his hand to his head to calm himself as he shook it and asked, "What?"
Shaking and clutching herself she spoke in insane mumbles, "Lying, lying. She was lying! The things she made me say. The things she made me watch! The things she made me DO! Sh-She! W-we aren't together! Everything she said was a lie! Last night you came here and she they're trying to find Sam and she was tricking you! Salt the windows and doors! No!"
She screamed, throwing the salt to him. It was as if his chest caved in and his world crumbled around him. He wanted to fall down and die right there. He didn't want to live. How could he be so foolish.
He jumped into action and salted all the doors and windows he could find, leaving no crack behind on his mission. He returned to the screaming and quaking girl but she didn't leave her circle. Instead she reached out to him, "W-Water! I'm so thirsty! Food! Please! Please!"
A bottle of water and the left overs were in her had before Dean could comprehend what she wanted. He was spinning and he hoped he would spin right off the Earth. He plopped onto a chair and leaned forward to hold his head in his hands. Too many feelings, too many emotions, too many things going on. He could feel himself about to pass out.
"Dean! Dean!" The girl shouted, "Y-You have to stay awake. Something is going to happen to night a-and you have to remember!"
With furrowed brows he looked to her, "Every thing she said was a lie? Where's Sam?"
She shook her head, "No one knows. What she said about the warehouse was true. She was pretending to be your ally and then she turned on you when Azazel was there but you guys banished all the demons away and when she got back the warehouse was on fire and you were crying and getting Sam's name tattooed to your arm a-and you had the picture. But no one believes he's gone. No one /wants/ to believe he's gone. They need him. They /all/ need him and no one can find him in hell. They've been following you for a month and trying any trick they can to make you find him. They were giving up until Bobby called you and told you about the books and some spells to find Sam and sh-she got them and you guys were going to do it last night but you heard her talking to another demon and you and h-her, m-me, fought and she knocked you out and then today!"
The words fell into place and Dean realized he was even more useless than he had thought before. But something else was ringing in his mind. They didn't believe Sam was dead either. Sam could still be alive. Dean could find him.
"Dean, wake up!" The girl shouted and brought his attention back to her, "You have to go to the hotel, Joe's Inn down the highway, before they come and find you here! You have to go!"
He was unsure of what to do, he was shaking now too, but he had to act. He began to dress as he looked to her, "What about you? What are you going to do?"
"I'll be fine!" She spoke although it looked to Dean she was going to have a mental break.
But he nodded and finished dressing, running through the house to grab his things. At the door he looked to her still naked and crying in the kitchen, "I'm so sorry."
She shook her head and motioned away, "Just go!"
He listened to the girl and left, making sure not to break the salt lines. He rushed to the Impala and jumped inside with the feeling as though he would fall apart at any second. He couldn't believe everything was a lie. He couldn't believe he fell for it so easily. He couldn't believe he let a demon do that to him.
Joe's Inn was just down the highway and in a hurry he parked haphazardly in the lot. In the glove compartment was the key, room 26, and he found it quickly. When he bursted through the door he half expected someone to be waiting there for him but nothing. He shut the door behind him and looked at all the pages taped to the wall. Each one had something about Sam and how to find him or bring him back or kill who ever hurt him.
He couldn't believe it might be a lie but he sincerely hoped it was. He looked to the phone and saw beside it was the address he had just come from. That lying bitch. He was going to gank her the second he saw her, who ever she was pretending to be. Who ever she was?
Dean took a seat on the bed and felt the weight of everything crushing down on him. Too many emotions, too many thoughts. He was caught in the worst combination. He just needed a break. He just needed to lay down for a second.
Don't fall asleep, he told himself, don't fall asleep. Don't fall a-
