Maybe subconsciously I was concerned that Dean would sneak out on me again. It could also be that I was sleeping with a super hot guy whose physical affections I'd spent a stupid amount of time denying myself. Whatever it was, it caused me to sleep draped over Dean, his arms around me and his chest rising and falling beneath me. I inhaled the scent of him, and smiled. I was tempted to stay nestled in beside him, but that morning, I had a promise to keep.

I dug in my duffle, pulling out a scarf. Dean stretched his legs. Wakefulness was coming. I had to work fast. Grinning, I looped the scarf around his ankles a couple of times. I left it loose, for now. My grin broadened as I picked up the discarded pair of thigh high panty hose I had donned our first night in Minnesota. I climbed on the bed, straddling Dean, the only barrier between us his boxers and my panties. I moaned to myself as I moved a bit. This was going to be Fan. Friggen. Tastic. I bent down, kissing up Dean's chest and neck, nibbling as I went. He stirred more, stretching his arms and arching his back, moving against me. I distracted him with a kiss before employing all of the skills I learned as a member of the future farmers of America, double looping each of his wrists with a stocking, lunching for the head board and tying each off on either side of the bed, wrapping him up tight. Dean's eyes flew open, wide with alarm as I slid off of him, securing his feet to the foot board.

"Good morning, Dean." I grinned. He struggled.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean was not amused as I straddled him again. I moved a bit, and Dean's eyes widened (I didn't think they could get any wider) before narrowing into a glare. "I'm serious. We have a… thing… to hunt." Dean's train of thought was lost as I moved, making myself tingle and him grow hard.

"And hunt a thing we will. I just wanted to reminisce on the morning after we met for a bit."

Dean's eyes slid closed. "You are seriously revenge kidnapping me right now?" His voice was rough and hoarse, and he growl moaned as I raked my teeth across a nipple.

"I once heard someone say that it's not kidnapping, as long as it's their own bed and you let them out as soon as you're done." I kissed his jaw line.

"Done what?" He rasped, straining against the restraints. He was not a fan of relinquishing control.

The kisses moved down to his collar bone. "With taking ninja for a walk, loading the truck… a couple other things." I winked, hopping off of Dean and the bed.

"Come on!" He yelled.

"Oh, I will. And so will you. Trust me." His frustrated groan made me laugh as I threw on some pants and headed out of the room.

"Where's Dean?" I tried to look as innocent as possible when Sam asked after his brother.

"He's just a little tied up." I blushed, but hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I wiggled my brows at Sam and he laughed.

"Son of a BITCH!" Dean was REALLY not amused. I laughed as I shut the bedroom door.

I wasn't even gone half an hour. Dean glared at me as I entered the room. I smiled at his pouting face, licking my lips as I approached. Sam had graciously volunteered to get the hell out of the cabin for a while, and was loading up the vehicles. "Sam said everything would be ready to go in about 20 minutes." I took in the sight of Dean. This…. This was a good life decision.

I couldn't say that I was surprised when Dean resisted my kiss. I couldn't blame him, either, but I made it my goal to change his mind about his… situation. Besides, turn about was fair play, and at least he'd end up getting laid. I didn't even get that benefit when he did the same to me.

I crawled between Dean's legs, pulling on the waist band of his boxers. He sprung free, and I looked at him- all of him, for the first time. It was, quite frankly, magnificent. I knew that Dean and I would never have a normal relationship. We'd probably never get married, or live in suburbia, and have the kind of stability the girls I grew up with aimed for. I was okay with that… because what I could have was a big strong man to have my back and remind me to clean my gun, and take care of my reawakened physical needs. So what if we never made any promises to one another? That was fine. I wasn't going to ask for a promise. I wouldn't need one. I had decided last night to make sure that he just never had to look elsewhere. For anything. And I was going to start it today.

I smiled as Dean hardened under my gaze. I felt powerful, knowing I could have that affect on him. I knelt down, running my nails along the sensitive skin on top of his thighs, then softly caressing him. "I'm a little out of practice."

Dean had finally figured out what was going on, and the protests stopped. His eyes were wide. "Practice all you want…"

I wrapped my fingers around him, and he groaned, his eyes sliding shut. "Dean?"

"Yeah?" He sounded strained. Good.

"I want you to watch me."

Dean groaned at my words, his eyes snapping open and following my movements as I lowered my head, wrapping my lips around him. His eyes flashed as he watched me move. Slowly, I took all of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat and ignoring the tenderness from my injuries there. I didn't stop until my lips were wrapped around his base.

"Son of a bitch." His voice was strained as he fought his binds and I chuckled, the sound vibrating around and through him as I drew up slowly, all the way to the top. I kissed him there, and then did the whole thing again, faster this time. He fought harder, the head board shaking as he strained. I increased my speed, running my hands up and down his legs and torso as I moved. His hips bucked. I planned on making this quick, and just for him. We had people to save, after all.

The head board groaned, protesting as his muscles strained. I bobbed faster, my attention focused solely on making him feel amazing. I heard a snap, screeching bit when Dean's arms snaked around me. I couldn't bother to be disappointed that my nylons had been ripped in two, as he pulled my mouth into a kiss, yanked my jeans off in a fluid movement. I gasped as he grinned, pulling me on top of him. I was straddling his hips, hovering above him. I heard another snap. I now had a ripped pair of panties to throw out with his ripped shirt and my newly ripped nylons.

He held my in place with a hand on each hip, our eyes meeting for a brief moment before he pulled me down, thrusting his hips up. I swear, he roared as he filled me. I may have done the same, impaled there on his length. On top, he touched places in me he'd never reached before. I cried out, and he guided my movements, leading me to ride him until I panted wantonly. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me as we moved together, my legs wrapped around him.

We shook, and moaned, thrust, grinded and pawed at each other. His lips claimed mine, and he dominated me with his mouth. My back arched, and he called out my name as we both detonated, writhing together as we came.

We collapsed on the bed, Dean smoothing and kissing my hair. I whimpered from loss when he slipped out of me. "If that's what I get for tying you up, I'm gonna have to do it more often."

"Promise?" My voice was breathy.

Dean's eyes smoldered at my response, and we may have dove in to round two if not for the sound of the Impala's trunk slamming just outside. Silently, we dressed, getting ready to head out on our next adventure… together.

a/n- This was a particularly fun chapter to write! I hope you all enjoy it! It's different than my last lemons, so I can't wait to hear what you all think!