After 5 minutes, you started pacing as you bit your nails.

When 15 minutes passed, you were calling Dean's phone. Then Sam's, then Castiel's.

Then 30 minutes came and went, and you were sitting alone at the table you'd first marveled when Dean and Sam brought you to the bunker.

'They're gonna wish they never fucking found me…what if-what if they don't come back?'Your thoughts were running wild.

Just as you thought you'd go insane, your phone rang with a number you didn't recognize.

"Hello?!" You practically screamed into the phone.

'Er, um…hello?'A nervous man's voice came through the other end.

"Who the hell is this?"

'Um…I just work at the Gas n' Sip in Denver…this really scary dude told me to call this number and say 'they're on their way'…?'

"What? What'd he look like?" You blubbered.

'Geez lady, I dunno-scary? Looked like he got in a fight? Cool car, though. He said he'd kill me if I didn't-'

You hung up and held the phone to your chest, and smiled through your tears.

'They're okay'.

It was around 6:00 am. You were wide awake and waiting for the boys to waltz through the bunker door. You weren't sure if they were going to hug you, or wring your neck.

'I was just trying to save their asses…they would've done the same for me…'

Grabbing a bottle of Dean's whiskey (you didn't dare touch the good stuff without him), you reached for a glass but then said aloud to yourself, "Why fuckin' bother?" And took a long, purposeful drink.

As you set it down you heard a familiar 'clang' followed by the slam of the bunker door.

Your heart jumped in your throat, and you ran for the stairs to meet them there.

There they were, tiredly plodding down the stairs when they saw you.

They didn't seem hurt, minus some cuts and bruises, and being sleep-deprived.

You opened your mouth to say you were sorry, when Sam read your mind.

"Don't be sorry." He said with bags under his eyes, pulling you into a huge bear hug. You squeezed him back tight, happy to have them all back.

Cas was next to him, who seemed peeved when he first laid his eyes on you, but then too pulled you in for a hug. "I would have done the same, (y/n)." He whispered to you before you pulled away.

Then Dean's eyes met your's, and he looked away at once. You winced, because truly that hurt. You didn't wait around for him to change his mind and say something. You told Cas and Sam you were glad they were home safe, and told them to get some rest. You willed your legs to walk to the bedroom that was now your's.

You were about to hit the pillow hard. You'd just changed into a t-shirt you found in the dresser drawer, and left your underwear on after you shed your bra. You hated those things.

In bed now and pulling the blanket over you, the doorknob turned.

On instinct you drew your pistol from underneath your pillow, when you put it back down with a huff when you saw who was there.

It was Dean; he let himself in, shutting and locking the door behind him angrily.

"Christ Dean, knock much?" You said to him, getting out of bed with annoyance. He looked like he was going to yell at you, punch something, or worse. But he didn't.

"You okay?" He asked you.

You eyed him curiously-there were circles under his eyes, and concern dreaded his features.

"Yeah…Are you?" You asked.

He approached you slowly now, step by heavy step. "What you did was selfish, (y/n)."

You narrowed your eyes at him, folding your arms defensively. "Oh, it was selfish trying to save my friends' lives? What would you have done, Dean?" You didn't raise your voice and tried to stay calm as he persistently closed the distance between the two of you.

He shrugged, looked down and licked his lips.

Dean was inches from you now, and you couldn't look away from him. His gaze darted from lips to your eyes, then to the t-shirt you were wearing, and back to your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something again, when he put his hands on your hips, his fingers there causing a familiar heat to spread through you like wildfire.

You were going to push him away, but when your hands met his on your hips they wouldn't budge-your body had betrayed you. Your breathing quickened, then staggered as you felt the tall sturdy dresser at your back now. Dean's body didn't stop moving, and he was now pressed firmly against yours. You could feel every breath he took; he smelled like the Impala, whiskey and loads of gunpowder, and the scent filling your nose nearly intoxicated you.

Just as you thought your knees might give way, tilted your chin up toward him. And you dared to open your eyes as he spoke.

"Look at me." His subtle and soft tone surprised you, and you obliged. "What would I have done, (y/n)? What would I have done if you left?"

Searching your eyes for an answer, you tried to reply with something, anything-until it didn't matter anymore. Dean's lips were on your's, soft and full just as before; he swept your (y/h/c) hair from your face, and let his hand clasp the back of your neck in a means to pull you further into the kiss.

He was too close for you to move your hands anywhere else but his chest, where you felt his heart racing. You only pulled away when you needed a breath, and as you did Dean lowered his gaze back to your attire with lustful eyes.

"You're wearing my t-shirt…" He said, an unearthly moan escaping him as he kissed you fervently once more. Now pinning you against the dresser as his hands shot back down to your waist and hips, he moved one leg between yours parting them slightly.
You moaned at the sensation of his thigh grazing that ever-so-sensitive place through your panties, and Dean took advantage of your open mouth, his tongue diving in without hesitation.

Dean purposefully rocked his leg upward once more into your core, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him this time; you felt you were at his mercy. You couldn't help but move on him; it was almost primal. You could feel your thin underwear dampening, your muscles clenched and throbbed with need.

Dean removed his leg, eliciting a whimper to escape your mouth into his. Not leaving you wanting, he slowly slid his hand between your thighs, as if waiting for your objection. When you arched your back slightly into his grasp, his fingers grazed over your sopping panties, and you knew were done for. "Dean…" you practically begged for him to touch you.

He let his fingers dance once more over your sex. "Princess, you're soaking wet…" His mouth met your ear with a whisper full of dry need, as he dipped one finger past your folds through your panties. You nearly fell into him at the touch, and leaned your head back to catch your breath.

Dean's mouth then fervently went to work on your neck, pressing kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

You couldn't take it anymore. You pulled his face down to yours, and you looked into each other's eyes for any signs of protest to what was about to happen. You nodded. And you barely had the chance to do even that before Dean was pulling you away from the dresser and pushing you down on the bed.
His body collided with yours again, now on top of you as his mouth crashing against yours once again.

His body pressed into you like he had nowhere else to go. His hands were everywhere-snaking under his t-shirt you were wearing, up and down your stomach, then over your breasts with feather-light touches.

'Take his clothes off for fuck's sake, woman!'

You urged him up, and were able to get his shirt and belt off of him until he was pushing you back down again.

You couldn't help but let your legs fall apart around his, knowing what you needed.

He slipped his hand back down between your legs, making painfully slow circles on your clit. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips against his touch. Knowing you needed more, he pushed your panties to the side and inserted one finger at first, pumping in and out as your slick coated it thoroughly.

You felt like you were going to fall apart. Your eyes locked with his and stayed there, as he pressed a second finger through your folds, and this time pushing deeper into your sweet spot.

A gibberish of a curse word left your lips as he withdrew his fingers, and pulled your panties down your legs with them.

In a blur of clothes flying off, or more like being yanked off each other, you laid naked and wanting beneath him as his erection had sprung free.

'Jesusss Christ.'

Dean put his hands on your knees, willing them to fall apart; you were completely and utterly vulnerable, and you were relishing in it.

"Dean, please…" You whimpered as he trailed kisses down your neck once more, and you felt the tip of him prying at your needy entrance.

"Sweetheart…son of a bitch…" Was all he could mutter back. Dean drove his hips forward slowly as his cock stretched you.

"(Y/n), you're so…" He bit his lip. "You're so tight baby. I'm gonna go slow.." You nodded in haste back to him, your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

Feeling him fill and stretch you slowly, the length of him reached it's hilt inside of you, and you gasped for air at the feeling of him.
Your fingernails dug into his back for dear life, as he held fistfuls of the sheets on either side of you in attempt to restrain himself.

Dean stilled in you, giving you time to adjust to him; then placed a needy kiss on your lips before moving again.

He began slowly, followed by your legs wrapping around his hips. His hands massaged your breasts as his thrusts became more urgent, and you could tell he was still holding back.

"Dean…please-"

You didn't get the words out, before he knew exactly what you were pleading him for.

Dean withdrew, then thrust into you harder this time, drawing a cry of pleasure to escape you.

You felt the familiar tightening, and you knew you were going to let go soon. You moaned his name, and he groaned your's back through needy pants.

Slowing his pace suddenly, causing you to wonder what was wrong, he looked at you; not only with want, but with love. "I wanna see you come, sweetheart." He said, as if it were the most important thing in his life.

Staying inside of you as you melted at his touch, you met his gaze as he placed his hands on your knees once more, coaxing them to fall apart further. You moaned and let your head hit the pillow behind you as he buried himself deeper inside of you.

Your hips began meeting his thrusts, your juices coating his cock making it glimmer in the light as he drove in and out of you, harder and harder each time.

"Dean…!" Your hands grasped either sides of the pillow, as your pussy clenched and tightened around his thickness as your release neared.

The sound of your own moans and whimpers and Dean's own groans filled the room.

Thrust after harder thrust he hit your sweet spot. Then with a dangerous need in his voice, he whispered in your ear, "Come for me", and that was it. You writhed beneath him, until he held your hips still against the mattress as you both came undone together, your aching pussy clamping down hard around him as he spilled his warmth into you, filling you even more.

You desperately clung to each other as you rode out the intensity of your climaxes together. Dean leaned back down to you. Stroking your hair, he placed chaste kisses from your lips to your earlobe. "I was an idiot…" he whispered.

You shushed him, and pulled him back to your lips fervently.

The two of you laid there in the aftermath of what you'd just done to each other... You had pulled the blanket over you both, and you were wrapped in a pair of strong arms as you felt sleep overcome you.