Dean honestly had no idea where to start. He sat on the edge of his bed, right across from her and she watched as he dragged a hand across his face. She could tell that he was trying to think of something to say. "Maybe if you started from the beginning?" She suggested.
He nodded, frowning. "Well, when Sammy was a baby, our mother was murdered. We still have no understanding about it. It changed us, you know? My father vowed to find the thing responsible, so since then, we've moved around from place to place, trying to find her killer."
Ky blinked, trying to absorb this knowledge. "Oh wow. But wait, what do you mean the THING responsible?" Dean mentally swore, shaking his head. "Well, anyone who could murder someone else can't be considered human in my book." She nodded. "Good point."
He breathed a sigh of relief until he heard her next question. "But before you mentioned a family business?" He nodded, trying to think of exactly what to say. "Well, while we've searched, we help people who are in trouble."
Understanding filled her face. "Oh okay, so you're like a cop." He felt his shoulders drop and shook his head. "Not exactly." She frowned, looking at him. "I don't understand, Dean."
He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. "It's because I can't tell you the whole story!" He blurted, causing both of their eyes to widen. Hers in shock at his admission and hers in the pain that it caused.
"I see." She stood, swallowing down the tears. "I guess I'm not worth an honest explanation." Panic filled his eyes as she moved to the door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open. "Goodbye, Dean."
His hand slammed into the door above her head and he shut the door. "Please..." She gasped and turned, hearing how broken his voice sounded as he begged.
He looked into her eyes, pain reflected in his own. "You have no idea how much I want to tell you. I want to tell you everything. But what I do is dangerous and unbelievable. If anything happened to you..." His eyes closed and a grimace covered his face.
"I wouldn't be able to stand it, Ky. Because it's you." His eyes opened, tracing her lovely face. "It's only ever been you." He breathed. She looked up at him, wonder in her eyes. Had he just admitted in so many words that he loved her?
She bit her lip, putting her hands to his chest. She felt the muscles tense beneath the shirt, beneath his skin. She slip them up to his shoulders, looking into his eyes as he moved closer. "Dean..."
Her eyes closed and he groaned, closing the distance between them. Their lips touched, softly at first. He didn't want to push her. But then she let out a breathy moan and Dean was lost.
He used his hips to pin her against the door and she whimpered when she felt his erection pressing into her hip. Dean kissed her passionately, letting his hands sink into her hair.
She let him pull her head back slightly and then his mouth slanted over hers, taking her mouth in fierce possession. She clutched his shoulders as she felt her knees go weak.
Dean loved the feeling of her body up against his. When he felt her knees weaken, he lifted her slightly and her legs immediately circled his waist.
He let out a strangled moan and began to grind against her, pushing 7 years of wanting into the kisses. Her head fell back against the door and she moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His hands moved from her hair to cup her ass, maneuvering her for better friction. She cried out as she felt him and tore her mouth from his, looking into his eyes. She smirked, looking at him from under her lashes. "Well, Dean? Are you going to keep me against this door all day? Or can we go to bed?"
He growled and moved them away from the door. He dropped her on the bed and she giggled as she bounced for a moment. Dean looked down at her, a soft smile curving his lips. He knelt down, untying her shoes and removing them. Her socks soon followed.
Ky had already undone her jeans and was sliding them down her legs. He slid them off and groaned as he saw that she was going commando. She bit her lip and moaned as he kissed his way up her legs.
He gave her a few experimental licks but paused when she sat up, removing her tank top and bra. Forgetting everything else, he groaned and began to kiss her. She made quick work of his shirt, only breaking the kiss to remove it.
She quickly and shakily tried to remove his pants but she couldn't work the button. She huffed, frustrated and he chuckled before he stood, taking them off.
He stood before her, her eyes unable to look away. He was more tan than she remembered and the amount of white scars that covered his chest and arms scared her.
Ky whimpered and reached for him, wrapping her hand around his impressive length. He cried out and arched into her hand, closing his eyes at the feeling. She kissed the tip of it, pulling back and looking at him as she licked the precum from her lips.
"Fuuuuuck!" He groaned before he all but tackled her onto the bed. Her laugh turned into a strangled moan as he stretched his hot body over hers. He kissed her lips and used his fingers against her. He moaned her name when he felt how wet she was.
She thrust her hips to his hand and cried out when he brushed against her clit. He smiled down at her as she came when he inserted a finger into her.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazed as he began to finger her. She shook her head, her voice desperate. "No please! No foreplay! No teasing! I can't stand it, Dean. I've wanted you for 7 years! I need you inside me. Please, Dean! Just fuck mmph!" She was cut off as he kissed her and thrust into her at the same time.
Her fingernails dragged down his back as they both paused to adjust. "Jesus, Ky! You're so tight!" He marveled, causing her to bite his neck. "Probably because I have been with anyone since you."
Dean couldn't believe his ears. She'd remained celibate? Guilt tore threw him and his eyes closed. She saw the look on his face and she knew that he'd been with others. Pushing down the pain, she leaned up, licking his lower lip before she kissed him. "Fuck me, Dean."
He growled at her whisper and did just that. He thrusted against her, hard and fast. She felt him stretching her and the pain felt so good. She looked up and saw his beautiful green eyes looking down at her.
It caused her eyes to tear and his own misted as well. "I love you, Kyreigh Prichards. I always have." Those words, coupled with his quick thrusts, caused her to lose herself again. Her tight walls pulsed around him and he finished, kissing her lips.
He lay next to her on the bed, both breathing harshly. She immediately moved into him, kissing his chest. He gathered her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "That was amazing. Certainly more comfortable than the backseat of the Impala." He coughed out a laugh, thinking back on it. That had been the day she'd given him her virginity. "Good times." He smirked.
She turned her face to him, her eyes serious. "We still need to talk, Dean." He looked at the ceiling and nodded. "I know. But for now, just let me hold you, Ky." She nodded and snuggled with him. They fell asleep not long after.