It had been three weeks since the wolf spell incident and Dean's animalistic appetite for you hadn't just gone back to normal, it had increased. Yeah, he was free of the spell, but it seemed to have left some... side effects. Dean couldn't seem to get enough of you! Every time you turned around and Sam wasn't within earshot of you, Dean was there ready to pounce on you with your permission. Most of the time you said yes. Why deny myself the simple pleasures that are Dean Winchester, you thought with a smirk. And yeah, it wasn't so bad, but he'd started to act strange along with his lust for you. He seemed to become fascinated with your stomach or something because he was always holding it and rubbing it when he held you in bed and when he'd sneak up behind you as you made his lunch. It didn't bother you, really, but you just wondered why he was acting so strange.
The sound of your phone ringing broke you from your trance. You looked at your phone to see you'd received a text from Dean. It read, 10 minutes away. Can't wait to see you. You looked at the time on your phone: 5:53. The movie started at 6:30. He's gonna make us late.
You and Dean were going to the cinema for the first time in what seemed like a millennium for both of you. It's not everyday you have nothing to do, hunting wise, and actually have some time to have a "normal" life. You chuckled at the thought, a normal life? Yeah, right.
Just as you'd begun to walk down the hallway to your bedroom to change, you heard the roar of the Impala as it pulled into the garage of the bunker. You stopped in the middle of the hallway and waited as you heard the muffled creak and slam of the driver door being opened and closed.
"Honey, I'm home!" Dean's voice bounced off the walls to you and you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.
"In here, Dean. I'm just gonna get into a change of clothes. I've been rotting away in these old pajamas," you laughed as you continued on down the hallway. Dean practically sprinted down the hallway as soon as you'd mentioned going into the bedroom.
"Oh, a strip tease! Just what I need." You scoffed and playfully started to close the door, "Wait! What happened to never leaving a man behind? Or, e even better, Ohana? You know, meaning family? As in no one gets left behind," he pushed the door open and pulled your body to his, "or forgotten? At least, I hope you wouldn't forget about me." You chuckled and cupped his face.
"How could I forget about you? You're constantly kissing on me and putting your hand down my pants." You cleared your throat and gestured to his hand that was trying to unzip your pants. Dean's hand retreated to his side and he let out a nervous laugh, "I can undress myself, thank you." You pulled yourself away from him and acted like you were mad at him.
"Haha, sorry, Y/N." You rolled your eyes and turned back toward him to cup his cheeks once more.
"I'm kidding, Dean. I could never forget about you. I love you." Dean came behind you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek.
"I love you too, baby." You blushed as his hands roamed over your stomach and settled below your navel. You looked down at his hands, confused, but you didn't push them away. You hummed pleasantly as Dean rubbed your stomach and began to sway you back and forth as he hummed a tune. Is- is that Phil Collins? Is he humming A Groovy Kind of Love? Minutes passed as you stared at Dean's hands, baffled yet content, until you remembered what the plans were tonight. You jumped and about made Dean fall backwards as you released yourself from his grip and grabbed a pair of shorts off the top of your dresser and a nice blouse-like tank top from your closet.
"Shit! Sorry, Dean. If we don't hurry up, we're gonna be late for the movie." Dean nodded and cleared his throat.
"Yeah, right, I forgot. I'll, uh, meet you in the car." You pulled the tank top over your head and began to step into the shorts.
"Okay." Dean seemed like he was about to say something, but just ended up leaving the room.
You were surprised by how empty the cinema, let alone the theater you were directed to for Avatar, was when you took seats inside the back theater. Then again, you thought, it is a weekday.
"Do you want me to grab some snacks and drinks before the movie starts?" You whispered to Dean as the first trailer began.
"Nah, I'm not hungry." You gave him a look.
"Not hungry at all or not hungry for that?" You laughed and turned your attention back to the screen. You almost didn't hear Dean mutter under his breath, "not yet". You elbowed his arm and snuggled up to him as the movie began.
It had just gotten to the scene where the main character, Jake Sully, was running from that dog-like alien beast when Dean nudged your leg. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.
"Really, Dean? Now?" You whispered. Dean silently laughed and shook his head.
"No, I was just gonna take you up on that snack offer from earlier." He handed you a few dollars and urged you on.
"Okay, what do you want?" Dean shook his head once more.
"No, it's all yours, baby. Get what you like. I might nibble off of what you get. Go on!" He shooed you away with his hands. You reached the snack counter and looked at what they had to offer. Hmm... you skimmed over the items until you found what you wanted and grabbed a bottle of water. You went to the counter, but no one was there.
"Hello? I need to pay for these. Is anyone there?" You waited a bit before turning to look towards the room where your movie was still playing. Come on, I'm gonna miss all the good parts. You sighed in frustration and almost jumped out of your skin when you turned around to find an older woman dressed in the cinema's cashier uniform standing behind the counter waiting for you to put the snacks on the counter.
"Jeez!" You breathed as you clutched your chest. The woman chuckled and rang up the snacks you'd picked out.
"Sorry, Miss. That'll be $4.35." You handed him a $5. You couldn't help but tap your foot as he tapped the register and pulled out the change. As soon as he placed the change in your hand, a shiver ran up your arm and down your spine. You took a step back before grabbing your snacks and going back into the theater. You scooted into the row where Dean was sitting and placed the snacks in the cupholder in front of Dean and began to make your way to your seat on the other side of him. Suddenly, Dean grabbed your hips and pulled your down into your lap. It took all your might not to yelp after the shock from the cashier, but you forgot all about that as soon as you felt it. The bulge in Dean's pants that called to you through his jeans.
"Hush, Y/N. Relax, I just want you to sit with me for a bit." Your breathing steadied as you nodded and settled back against him. You'd missed what had happened during the chase, but Jake Sully was now safe in the big tree with the other "blue monkey people" as Dean called them after seeing the trailer. You went back and forth between paying attention to the movie and wondering what Dean was up to. After a couple of minutes, you gave up and relaxed as you continued to watch the movie. Dean's senses were like a hawk and once he'd felt you relax and knew your attention was elsewhere, he acted. His hands began to slowly rub up and down your sides and he looked for any sign that you're attention had switched. After a few seconds of doing that, his hands slipped underneath the blouse-like tank top you were wearing and began to do the same thing to the exposed skin of your stomach. He traced shapes and words around your navel and right under your ribcage. After he was sure that your attention was still on the movie, his hands slid up more to reach underneath your bra. Now he wanted your attention. Quickly, he took both of your breasts in his hands and grabbed them roughly. Your mouth opened but you dared not to make a sound. Your hips began lunge forward, but Dean held you in place as his fingers pinched and pulled on your nipples. Slowly, they hardened under Dean's warm, slightly calloused hands. You tried to breath out his name, but all that came out was a muffled whimper as he squeezed your breasts once more.
"Do you like that, Y/N?" Dean whispered into your right ear. You moaned quietly and nodded.
"Good." Dean's hands suddenly left your breasts. You whimpered at the sudden loss of touch until you felt his hands trail down your stomach to the edge of your shorts. He took his time to unbutton and unzip your shorts before his hand slid underneath to massage your wetting pussy through your panties. You struggled to lift you hips so that he'd get the idea to slide his fingers underneath your panties and thrust his fingers into you, but he held you body steady.
"Ah ah ah, babygirl. Not yet." His tongue darted out to grab your earlobe and dragged his teeth along the skin as he nipped your ear. You gripped his arms tightly as you tried, and failed, to buck your hips. Dean laughed at how you were acting and finally pushed your jeans down halfway before he slid your panties aside so he could get better access to your clit. His fingers brushed against your entrance and he breathed a heavy moan as he felt how wet you were.
"Damn, baby girl. You're so wet. I'm half tempted to skip the foreplay and get to fucking you right now." You gulped at the thought as a wave of pleasure pulsated through you, "But I think I'll tease you some more. The faces you're making are just too damn sexy to stop."
"Dean…" You're mouth slacked open as Dean's middle finger thrusted into you. You had to cover your mouth to hide the moan that escaped from your throat. You glanced at the people a few rows and to the right ahead of you. They were completely oblivious to the events that were happening behind them. Let's keep it that way, you thought.
"Hush now, baby girl. We don't want to alert the neighbors, do we?" You shook your head, "Good girl. If you stay quiet, I'll let you cum all you want, but if you make a noise… well, I'll just stop before you cum." Dean added a second finger and it took all you had not to moan his name once more. Dean kissed your neck as his fingers went in motion. While his fingers thrusted into your aching pussy, his thumb wreaked havoc upon your clit as he rubbed in time with the thrusts of his fingers. His fingers alone were enough to drive you insane, but with that added sensation on your clit it was almost too much to bare. You found yourself biting the back of your bottom lip to the point you swore you tasted blood just so you wouldn't moan his name to the heavens.
"Fuck, Y/N." He growled against your neck before biting down hard on your neck. Your eyes rolled back and you gasped as he began to suck on the bite mark. Damn, Dean, you moaned inside your head. You were dying to make even the slightest noise, but you could feel your climax coming. And you needed to cum more than anything.
"Y/N?" Dean practically moaned your name into a question.
"Hm?" His fingers suddenly stopped and pulled out from inside you. You were about to complain when he traced your bottom lip with his fingers that were soaked with your juices. You opened your mouth and let Dean guide his middle finger into your mouth. You sucked on the digit and swirled your tongue around it until he added the other finger.
"I need to be inside you." Dean growled once more. You nodded and Dean let you go as he moved frantically to unzip his pants. Dean's cock sprung free from its confinements and a pleased sigh escaped from his mouth. Just as he'd lined up and was ready to sink you back down onto his lap and onto his cock, you pulled away from him.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked as he pawed at you. You searched through your pockets and let out a frustrated sigh.
"I forgot to grab a condom." You whispered as you began to pull up your pants. Dean scrambled to pull your pants back down and pull you onto his lap.
"That's okay, we can go without." You pulled away from him once more and looked at him like he was crazy.
"Um, no we can't Dean."
"Why not?" You rolled your eyes and continued to zip your shorts.
"You know why, Dean." Dean grabbed your pants and tugged you down towards him.
"We'll be fine." He said. You froze. You couldn't believe he was acting like this, like a spoiled child when they don't get what they want.
"No, Dean. No condom equals no sex. I'm sorry, but no." You sunk into the seat beside him and propped your feet up on the head of the chair in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Dean staring at you.
"What, Dean?" He sighed and turned towards you.
"Y/N, please. Why not?" You couldn't believe it! You were so mad that you grabbed the leftover of your snacks and stormed out of the theater and into the lobby. Dean followed you and tried to get you to stop, but you were having none of that.
"Y/N, please, talk to me!" You froze and turned around to him with angry tears gleaming in your eyes.
"Why not? Why not?! Because I don't want to get pregnant, Dean!" Dean cupped your face and held you close.
"And that would be bad?" That was it. The tears now flowed freely and streamed down your face. Only they weren't angry tears, they were sad tears.
"Yes, Dean! It would be bad! Can you imagine me bringing a child into this world? Especially the world we live in." You pushed him away and headed towards the exit.
"We could stop, Y/N. We could retire and start a new life. A normal life. Together." Your hand grew limp on the wall next to the exit. Did he just say-? You mentally shook yourself. There was nothing you would love more than to have a child with Dean, but there was no way the two of you could get out of this life. Not fully. Demons and angels and everything that went bump in the night would always be after the two of you. You both were natural born hunters, what could you possibly do besides this?
"I need some air." You said through a choked sob. Dean started to walk towards you to accompany you, but you stopped him, "alone. Please, Dean." Dean looked at the ground as he backed away.
"Okay. I'll wait for you after the movie is over in the Impala. Just let me know when you're ready to go home." You nodded and closed the door behind you. You couldn't hold it in any longer. You collapsed to the ground in front of the door and let all the emotions go. Tears streamed down your face as you rocked back and forth slightly and clutched your stomach. If only I'd chosen a different life, you thought.
Suddenly, someone behind the door tried to push it open. You wiped the tears from your face sniffed as you stood up and out of the way to let the person come out. It was the cashier from earlier. You looked at her nametag, Cammi.
"Sorry, I didn't-" You began.
"Rough night?" You scoffed as you wiped another tear that began to fall with your sleeve.
"You have no idea." She offered you a packet of tissues to which you gladly accepted.
"You wanna talk about it?" You thought about it and figured this was probably the only way you'd be able to calm down. You were pretty sure if you saw Dean anytime before the movie was over that you'd probably start to cry again.
"Do you mind?" Cammi shook her head and patted the two lawn chairs beside her. You sat down and took one of the tissues out of the packet and blew your nose. They smelled funny, but you figured it was because they came out of her pocket and after all she probably worked with butter and whatever else they put on their popcorn.
"What's your name, hun?" Cammi took took another tissue wiped the tear stains from your cheek.
"Y/N." You tried to pull on a smile, but it turned into a sad smirk.
"Well, Y/N, what's wrong? Let me guess… a boy break your heart?" She chuckled and took a tissue to wipe some snot that was dripping out from a nostril.
"Something along those lines." You looked at the ground and picked at your nails as you tried not to cry again.
"Oh, hun. Come on, now. Lift that chin up, there ain't no reason to cry over spilled milk. What'd he do?" Cammi tilted your head up by your chin and pinched your cheek.
"We were… well, um, we were-" Cammi rolled her eyes.
"Hun, I'm not gonna be the bitch and report you for doing anything like that." You couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"We were… making out and it was starting to lead to more. Well, I forgot to bring a condom and so I had to say no. He kept asking, "why not?" and it just made me so mad that he could be so- so rude!"
"Well, that's his problem. You don't need a guy like him, hun."
"That's not the problem. I told him why I said no and his response caught me off guard and I didn't know what to do… so I ran." Cammi looked in your eyes with sympathy.
"Well, then what's the problem?" You looked at the ground once more before looking her in the eyes again.
"I told him no because I didn't want to get pregnant and he… he said we could quit our, uh, jobs and start a new life somewhere else."
"And you don't want that?" You shook your head as more tears began to stream down your face. You wanted it so badly, but you just couldn't bring a child into this life. Not after what happened with Dean and Sam's mother.
"No, I do. I desperately do." Cammi shook her head and held your hands.
"Then what's stopping you?"
"Our life, how we live, we can't just escape it. We-"
"What's his name, hun?" You gave her a confused look, "just answer the question."
"Dean. His name is Dean."
"And do you love this Dean?" You nodded your head frantically, "and does he love you as much as you love him?"
"Yes, he does." You smiled at the thought.
"Then there's your answer." You looked at her, again confused more than ever, "If Dean loves you, and you love Dean, then don't you think that's enough to change your situation for the better?" You thought about it and couldn't think of anything to argue against it.
"Maybe you're right." Cammi chuckled.
"Of course I'm right, hun." You smiled and was about to thank her when you suddenly felt weak and lightheaded. Cammi's chuckle became louder and now it resembled a cackle.
"I- I don't feel well. I should find Dean and go home." You went to stand up, but you couldn't stand up. You felt like something was holding you down like you were tied up.
"Sorry, hun. I don't think that's a good idea." Cammi's figure began to dance around in your vision and you had to blink multiple times.
"W-what?" you could barely get the words out.
"I can't let you go back to Dean Winchester and I sure as hell can't let the two of you makeup and decide to get you pregnant. That'll ruin everything." A bright red light shone in your face as a pickup truck backed up into the alleyway.
"What's going on? Who are you?" Your senses were going in and out as you struggled to stay awake.
"That's right, you wouldn't recognize me because you weren't there. I'm the witch that casted that mind-reading spell on Dean Winchester. And I'm the one who'll finally kill the Winchesters!" Cammi's cackle grew louder and louder as it rang in your ears, "With your help, of course."
"No…" you groaned as you tried to reach for your demon knife, but Cammi was two steps ahead of you as she grabbed the knife from your reach and threw it into the dumpster.
"Did I forget to mention? Oh, silly me. I can read your mind, too. So, when the time comes for you to play your part, don't even think about trying any heroics." You couldn't fight it anymore, whatever she'd done to you took over and you blacked out. Dean...
