Dean wrapped his arms around Melanie's waist with a hungry growl, and she gave a breathless little cry as he lifted her from her seat and pulled her onto his lap. He'd forced himself not to think of how fucking hot she was when she'd arrived on their doorstep, and he'd tried to ignore how attracted he was to her as they'd talked. But now, when he could feel her bare legs pressed against his through the thin material of his boxers, all Dean could think of was how badly he wanted her. He reached down to slide his palm up her thigh, and his fingers instinctively pressed into the warm, soft flesh. Her body was flawless now, completely devoid of horrible markings or scars, and he wanted to explore every inch of this fresh new territory.

Melanie sighed into the kiss and pushed herself harder against him, and Dean gave a grunt of surprise as her mouth worked at his with all the fervor of…well, with all the fervor of a girl who hadn't been laid in twenty years. Her hands eagerly pushed beneath his shirt and chased across his torso, and he pushed his own hand up the back of her shirt to trail his fingers up and down her spine. Melanie's entire body seemed to tremble at his touch, and Dean grinned into the kiss as she shivered into him. God this was going to be fun.

Dean felt his excitement—and his cock— rise even higher as he slid his hands southward to firmly grip her bare ass. She greedily jerked her hips into him, and Dean cast his eyes towards the ceiling as he offered up a silent prayer of thanks. He would've given anything to get into the pants of such a gorgeous woman who made the most enticing sounds in response to his every touch, and some angel had decided to give her to him for free. Someone really was looking out for him up there, and he was determined to take advantage of this generous gift.

Melanie let out a startled gasp as Dean hefted her into the air, and her arms tightened around his neck as he carried her across the room. He stumbled across the carpet until he reached the bed she'd previously occupied, before he collapsed on top of her and rolled them onto the mattress.

He stared down at her for a moment as her large brown eyes watched him expectantly, and he found himself reconsidering his previous prayer of thanks. She wasn't just some chick he'd picked up in a bar or even some grateful woman he'd helped on a job, and she hadn't been sent to him like a giftwrapped package. Melanie was a person—and a strong one at that. Dean had broken this girl. Day in and day out for twenty years he'd torn her to pieces until there was nothing left. But she was here, she was healed, and she wanted to help heal him. It was Dean's duty to repay her for all those terrible things he'd done, not to take advantage of the fact that, God knows why, she seemed to care about him. Melanie deserved more than just a quick and dirty fuck in a motel room; hell, she deserved far more than anything he could ever give her. But God help him if he didn't do his best to please her with everything he had.

With these thoughts in mind, Dean pressed a gentle kiss on Melanie's lips. She hummed contentedly into his mouth, and her arms floated up and around his shoulders to hold him in place. She was so delicate, so gentle, and he wanted to kiss her for all eternity, with her lips so warm and soft beneath his tongue. But she squirmed beneath him in a way that set his blood on fire, and he knew that no matter how enjoyable this was, it wasn't enough.

Dean broke the kiss after a few glorious minutes to push her cotton t-shirt up and over her head, and he quickly removed his own as well. His breath caught in his throat as he stared down at her naked body, and he was sure he'd never seen a rack like hers as he watched the rise and fall of her chest. It wasn't as if her breasts were particularly large or perky or anything like that, but Dean had never enjoyed feeling a girl up as much as he did when he reached forward to cup Melanie's breasts.

His thumbs traced the darker circles of skin that surrounded her bright pink nipples, and he knew his own ragged breathing mirrored Melanie's as his fingers traced her skin. He gave her left breast a gentle squeeze before he bent down and pressed his mouth against it, and he heard her take in a quiet gasp even as he let out a groan of his own. Melanie's hands slid through his hair as he suckled at her, and he could feel her bandaged fingers pressed into his scalp when he gently rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She rotated her hips into his, her inner thigh grinding against his cock, and her breast fell from his mouth as Dean let out another groan and his jaw went slack with pleasure.

"Jesus, Dean," he heard her whisper, and he looked up to see her eyes wide with wonder. He never wanted her to stop looking at him like that—with that hungry reverence, that lusty veneration, that ravenous adoration. He'd never thought someone's gaze could be so fucking enticing, but dear God the way she was looking at him sent him burning inside. Dean didn't break eye contact as he kissed down her stomach, and his lips followed a line down her abdomen until his head was positioned between her legs. Yes, if she just kept that expression, if she just stared at him like that for a while, he was sure he could get himself to come without ever touching his cock. He didn't even care that that was probably the most pathetic thought he'd ever had.

Melanie let out a startled gasp and her head fell back onto the mattress when Dean enveloped her clitoris with his mouth and slowly caressed it with his tongue. He could no longer see her face, but his head was flooded with the sounds of her going out of her mind with pleasure. So apparently not only did her facial expressions drive him crazy, but the very noises she made did as well. How was it even possible for one woman to make him feel so good with just the sound and sight of her? His cock was being neglected but at this point it felt like she'd been stroking him off this whole time.

Dean continued to kiss her lewdly, using his tongue in every way he knew how as he endeavored to draw out a symphony of noises from her lips. She began gently rolling her hips up into his face, and Dean pressed his fingers into her hips as he pushed his tongue into her. God, why was this turning him on this much? He'd never been one for eating out on a girl, and always did his best to talk his way out of it whenever it was wanted of him. But here, now, her lust was so enticing, so ridiculously delicious, that he hummed against her vagina just to see how she'd react.

"Fuck, Dean," she panted, and the sound of her voice startled him. Her words faded away into hungry moans, but Dean wanted to hear her speak again—he wanted her to talk to him, to whisper her filthiest desires as he fucked her with his mouth. He hummed again and pushed his tongue even farther into her, eager to hear more from her, and she gave a desperate cry. "Fuck," she swallowed, and he slowly removed his tongue to drag it up and down her vagina before he plunged it inside of her again.

"Dean. Dean," she panted, and he fleetingly wondered if she was running out of oxygen up there; she sounded as if she really might pass out if she didn't get what she needed as soon as possible. "Dean, fuck me. Please—God—oh God, Dean!"

Dean pulled his face away from her, and he nearly fell off of the bed in his excitement as he scrambled out of his boxers as fast as he could. God, that voice—she was so needy, so hungry for him, and he loved it. He kneeled before her, ready to pounce, ready to give her his all, but he hesitated when he realized exactly what Melanie was doing. Her hands had hurried down between her legs to fill the vacancy his mouth had left, and the already present strain in his cock grew as he watched her touch herself. Her fingers slid against her slippery skin, her hips rolled up into her hands, and her cheeks were flushed bright pink with heat; it was enough to get him completely hard in seconds.

Dean crawled back over her and kissed her hard, and his mouth moved voraciously against hers as he cupped her cheek in one hand and one of her breasts in the other. Her fingers retreated from her vagina and pressed into his ass instead as his cock neared its destination, and she gasped into his mouth as he penetrated her. The kiss quickly fell apart as her jaw slackened with pleasure and she breathed in heavily through her mouth, and Dean's eyes fell shut as he moved over her. All he could think about was how fucking good it felt to be so deep inside of her—she was so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect around his cock . She was whimpering with every breath now, and Dean forced himself to hold back, to not let himself spill over because of that sound alone. This wasn't about him, he reminded himself. This was about Melanie, about pleasuring her after all the pain he'd caused her. He couldn't come yet, not until she was satisfied.

But fuck, that noise she was making—it was driving him crazy, that high-pitched keen at the end of every breath she took, that tiny little noise that told him she needed him, she wanted him. Her hands were on his back now, holding him close to her, and he could feel her bandaged fingertips dragging against his shoulder blades. Her back arched up towards him and her breath puffed hot on his face as she gave a gasping cry, calling out his name in a strained voice as her fingers clutched at his back.

A moment later her entire body began to tremble, and Dean buried his face into her shoulder as she tightened around his cock. Her muscles continued to constrict around him even as her cries grew louder, and Dean heard himself let out a desperate groan as he held on for dear life and tried to remain in this current state of delicious suspense. But she just kept getting tighter and wetter and louder and dear God if he could just hold back a bit longer, let her continue her orgasm for just a few more moments— Dean let out a shout as the tension finally reached an unbearable level, a guttural noise bubbling up from his throat as he came inside of her with a shivering surge.

Dean gave a shuddering sigh as he collapsed on top of her, and he smiled to himself a few minutes later as he blearily congratulated himself on holding back long enough to allow Melanie to come as well. Her breathing was steady and calm now, he noticed, and Dean pulled his face away from her neck only to find her fast asleep beneath him. He couldn't hold back the small smile that tugged at his lips as he stared down at her sleeping form. Her features were completely relaxed, totally at ease, and he did his best to memorize this image. After all the ways he'd seen her face twist in pain at his hand, he wanted to hold onto this picture of serenity.

Dean brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, letting his fingers drift down her cheek and then trace the line of her jaw. He realized with a jolt that his current actions were starting to get kind of creepy so he shifted his weight so that he lay just beside her. Dean pulled the sheets up to cover both of them, then gave a heavy sigh of contentment as he stared up at the stained ceiling. After ten years of torturing souls in hell, Dean Winchester finally felt as if he'd managed to something to make up for it—even if only just a little.

The worst kind of torture

Doesn't destroy you in the moment,

But afterwards—

When it's just you

And the memory of the pain,

And the knowledge

That it will never truly end.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter! Totally not what you expected after the last one, right? :P Anyway, next chapter we get to hear from everyone's (least) favorite angel and find out a little bit more about why Melanie was brought back from hell.

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