They drove back to the motel in silence. The rain hadn't let up one bit and the whoosh whoosh whoosh of the wipers along with the steady drum of the rain on the roof and windows was the only sound that filled the car's interior.
Dean looked over and saw Rachel staring out into the night, her hair hung in dark strings, some sticking to her neck, water logged as was the rest of her.
Both of them were soaked to the bone, their clothes heavy with water and spotted with dirt and grime. He didn't have the strength to care about the interior of the car and he was so cold, as he was sure she must also be.
The night was over, the monsters were dead and he hoped that in the midst of it all Rachel was somehow still sane. He pulled into the parking lot of the motel and saw that his father's truck was there. He and Sam had made it back safe.
He pulled into a spot and before he could say a word to Rachel she was opening the door to get out.
"Goodnight." Was all she said before plunging out into the rain once again. Dean sat in the car and watched as she walked to the room about 50 yards down the path from the one his father and brother occupied. open the door and disappear inside, shutting the door behind her.
The rain pounded on the roof, the lightning flashed in the sky and Dean just sat there, completely confused by the way she had just shut down on him.
He finally got out of the car, weary and walked the few feet to the door of his father's room. Not caring that the rain beat on his head yet again, there was no way he could get any wetter then he already was.
When he opened the door Sam and Dad looked up at him from the desk and the bed.
"Rachel?" Sam asked worriedly before Dean could even shut the door.
"She's fine. In her room." Dean struggled out of his boots and saturated jacket at the door as Sam tossed him a towel.
"The Vamps?" Dad asked.
"Taken care of." Was all Dean said as he ran the towel over his wet head, wiping away the water on his face finally.
"Good job, son. By both of you." Dad said.
"Yeah." Dean scoffed, pulling off his flannel over shirt, leaving on just his grey t-shirt. "At least something got accomplished tonight."
Dad and Sam both knew by his tone not to ask anything more. Sam moved over to the desk with his father and the two of them began to examine the colt. A task Dean would have been very interested in, especially after seeing what it did to the head vampire, had his thoughts not been preoccupied by Rachel.
Dean slunked down in one of the chairs at the table by the big picture window, not giving a crap that he was still soaked and in turn soaked the chair under him. He looked out at the rain through the slight part in the curtain and thought about all that had happened tonight.
He'd killed the male vampire fairly quickly and after he watched Rachel first beat Kate to within an inch of her immortal vampire life and then take her head off. She'd been savage with the vampire; he'd seen her beautiful face contort on the verge of ugliness as she kicked the fallen vampire over and over again. Saw the rage in her being poured out as she finally killed her, then he saw her go to her knees on the ground and begin to sob, defeated, depleted, nothing of the fury and heartache left to give.
He'd gone to her then and told her that this was enough, that this was finished here and now.
She'd said yes and he'd held her and she'd clung to him right there in the middle of the road, sobbing into the hallow of his throat.
He'd held her and comforted her and found himself hoping that this was the end of it for her. That he wanted nothing more than for her to be ok after this, to not keep spiraling down in her anguish to maybe one day be nothing but the shell of the girl he'd come to care about.
I care about her. Dean thought. The moment the realization hit him he felt a wave of panic but quickly subdued it. It was ok to care about someone who wasn't your family. Don't be a TOTAL ass, Dean.
She'd cried for a long time and when she finally stopped he lifted her up and put her into the car. By the time he'd slid into the driver's seat next to her she'd already closed herself off. He tried speaking to her a few time on the drive back but she hadn't answered him and he left her alone.
Now, sitting at the window of the motel room, her just a few doors away he finally let himself be angry about her behavior toward him. Was she going to continue to be the broken soul she'd been? When was it going to stop if not tonight? What had he done wrong? He'd just tried to help her and he thought he had and she was shutting him out, again. As she'd done from the first time he'd ever met her.
How long was he going to stand for it? He'd let her do her thing because he'd always thought that whatever she'd decided to do to with her broken self was none of his business, that it didn't affect him and he should just let her be.
But it did affect him. Maybe not before but now for sure. Now that he realized that she was part of his life and that he'd allowed himself to care about her that it was very much his business and that he'd be damned if he let her continue to treat him this way.
He got up out of his chair and walked to the door. Only slightly aware of the fact that his father and brother looked up and watched him storm out into the rain again barefoot and walk toward her room.
When Dean walked out and all but slammed the door behind Sam watched him go. Confused as to what had happened with Rachel and almost sure that that's where his brother was headed.
"Ok Sammy, let's mind our business. Let's get some shut eye. You take bed by the window and I'll take the other one." Dad said.
"I'll take the couch Dad. Dean will need to sleep somewhere when he comes back." Sam argued.
Dad laughed softly and shook his head.
"Son, your brothers not coming back tonight." Dad said.
Rachel stood by the bed nearest the bathroom and sifted through the clothes she'd strewn from her duffle onto it. The room was dark save for the light coming from the partially open door of the bathroom behind her and the lightning that periodically flashed and shone through the window at the far side of the room through the slight part in the curtains.
She had the shower running and couldn't wait to step under the hot stream to warm her chilled skin, to wash away everything that had happened tonight. She would deal with the mentalness of it all tomorrow. Right now she just wanted to clean the gore off of herself, crawl under the covers and sleep for ten or twelve hours.
She stood in only her wet flannel shirt that came down to the middle of her thighs, having discarded all her other sopping wet clothes and ringing out her hair as best she could. In her hand she held a thick cotton sock and was looking for the other one when the front door opened and a still very wet Dean came through it without knocking.
She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He was upset.
"Are you done?" He asked in a hard tone. Before she could answer he went on. "Are you done being dead while being alive? Are you done crying over your family that died doing something that we will all die young doing?"
He took a few steps toward her, the light from the bathroom illuminating his handsome features. The thunder and lightning from the storm matching the anger she felt rolling off of him. He continued as he closed the distance between them. "Are you done blaming yourself for something you couldn't have stopped? I want to know, Rachel. I want to know if your done being sorry for things out of your control but more than anything else, I want to know if your done pushing me away every second you get a chance to?"
He was face to face with her now. She looked up at him as he towered over her, his form powerful and demanding her attention. They stared at each other in silence, his questions still filling the air, her senses, her head.
She swallowed the lump in her throat that she didn't even realize had formed there and realized that for the first time she didn't feel any of the things he'd asked if she was going to let go of. It took tonight to realize that her grief was over. That she was free of it all. In that same second she also realized that being free of it meant she could allow herself to do something she'd wanted to do from the first time she laid eyes on him.
"I was just about to take a shower." She said. She saw the muscles in his jaw flex. "You should come."
They again just stared at one another, letting her invitation hang in the air between them. She saw the look in his eyes change from hard and angry to questioning and puzzled. He was confused and well he should be, but she hoped that he excepted because after all this time of wanting him and within the 20 seconds that she'd just let herself decide that having him finally was something she desperately wanted tonight, she felt a glowing ember in her belly and it began to spread. She remembered the familiar feeling instantly; desire.
"This is really what you want?" He asked.
His tone not accusing or harsh, but more of in the way of 'is this your grief still talking or do you really want me finally after all this time?' He was still looking out for her and still not willing to do anything that would hurt her further.
"I've wanted it for a very long time, Dean." She moved closer to him, stood on her tiptoes and claimed his mouth with hers.
It only took a second for him to kiss her back and when he did she felt the ember in her belly turn to fire. He encased her in the cage of his arms and pressed her up against him, his mouth now demanding more from her. She slid her arms around his neck and gave it, pushing her tongue into his mouth where it met his.
She eagerly pulled on it with her lips and he responded by pressing his mouth to hers more fully. She reached down and hooked the hem of his wet t-shirt with her fingers, pulling the fabric up over his torso and up his chest, she let the tips of her fingers brush the sensitive skin of his sides as she pushed the shirt up, wanting the most bare contact she could have with him at this moment, and was rewarded with a tiny shiver from him that she would have missed had his lips not been pressed against her own.
When the shirt could go no further he broke their kiss and raised his arms over his head to allow her to remove the shirt completely. She did, moving it up his muscled arms and over his head. He grabbed it and took it off the rest of the way, tossing it to the floor before turning his attention back to her.
He took her lips again, more gently this time as he unbuttoned the front of her flannel shirt while her hands went to the front of his jeans, brushing the already hard knot pressing against the denim as she unbuttoned then unzipped them.
Dean thought he would explode then and there when he felt her hand slip into the parted fabric of his jeans and begin to rub him over his underwear. He tensed and gave the tiniest of groans against her mouth at the sensation that shot through him. The reaction encouraged her because she closed her hand over him then and squeezed with just the right amount of pressure that sent a bolt of pleasure through him.
He kissed her harder; finally reaching the bottom button of the damn shirt she wore and pushed it off her shoulders to the floor. She was naked underneath and he pulled away from her and took as step back too finally look at what he'd been imagining all this time as well as to get rid of the jeans that he wore.
She was perfect in every way. Long, beautiful bare legs, sensuously flared hips that tapered to a flat belly and long torso that then bloomed out again to large, heavy breast tipped with darkish pink nipples which were already pearled into hard tips just aching for his mouth to close over one of them. Her dark hair, still damp and somewhat stringy, fell to her waist and teasingly brushed against her hips. Her sex was smooth and hairless, something he found maddeningly sexy. Just looking at her turned his desire for her up to a million. He tried to distract himself from the urge to slam her up against the wall and take her right now by struggling out of his wet jeans.
Rachel took in his reaction to seeing her naked and made a mental note of how hard he was holding himself back. The tease that she'd forgotten she was made a mental note to try and use that to her advantage later. She lost her train of thought completely when he finally got the jeans off and stood before her, naked as well.
He was just as beautiful as she'd thought he'd be. Perfectly toned muscle down his shoulders, arms and chest. Powerful thighs, a flat belly that shaped a V down to his groin and oh...waiting there was just what she'd imagined Dean Winchester would be in his all his glory. Fully erect, he was thick and long, curved up just a bit. The head was broad and glistened with a bit of moisture already at the tip.
Rachel looked at it without shame as he moved closer to her again and found herself a bit intimidated. Here was this very naked, very aroused man coming at her and for a moment she felt herself panic.
When he kissed her again the feeling melted away. When he put his arms around her and crushed her naked breasts up against the muscled wall of his chest she lost herself in her heady desire for him. When he reached down below her hips and lifted her up she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
He moved them into the bathroom toward the shower, never breaking their kiss. She held onto his shoulders for support and felt his hardness press against her inner thigh. She tilted her hips forward then back just a little bit, rubbing him against the soft skin there. He tightened his grip on her, letting her know that he felt it, liked it and that she should keep going. And she did right up until he moved the shower curtain and deposited them both under the hot spray.
He set her back on her feet then, still never parting from her mouth. Under the shower they stood, the steam enveloping them and the hot water erasing the cold rain, dirt and blood from their skin.
She once again closed her hand over him, this time nothing stood between them. She felt the hard ridge of his head and pinched the tip slightly between her thumb and forefingers, making him pull his mouth away from her and arch his neck back as a pleasurable moan escaped him. She took advantage of his head being thrown back like that and closed her mouth over the sensitive spot right above his collar bone.
He reacted as if he'd been electrified. A sharp intake of breath followed by a low grunt, his fingers curled and dug slightly into the small of her back where they'd been resting. She slid her hand down the length of him then back up. She did it again and he gave his hips a little push forward to encourage her.
He in turn slid one hand up and cupped one of her heavy breasts, feeling for her nipple and tweaking it just a bit as she had done to him. Without giving her a second to react he went a step further, he leaned down and closed his mouth over the tight bud. Rachel's whole body caught fire just then. Hot pleasure exploded in her stomach as he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
She arched her back and relished in the feeling. Back and forth he moved his tongue, occasional sucking just a bit. The sensation shot right down to her sex, making it wet and begin to throb just a bit, she felt her clit begin to engorge and she relished in the feeling. Denying herself so long and now finally allowing the pleasure to sweep over her was more then she could bear.
As if reading her thoughts Dean decided to push further. He pressed her back up against the wall of the shower and again lifted her up. Pinning her to the wall with his body, he reached down between them and slid his fingers over her now very wet pussy.
Rachel cried out at the contact but he silenced her by kissing her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and explored his mouth while his fingers explored her most intimate place. He moistened his fingers with her juices and slid along the cleft of her sex, rubbing her inner lips, circling the hard nub of her clit with the pad of his finger until she was whimpering against his mouth, then finally sliding two fingers into her as gently as he could.
She tore her mouth away from his and gasped for air. He kissed her neck and moved his fingers out ever so slightly before pushing them back in. Again and again he did this until she felt the buildup of pressure in her belly that meant she was close to going over the edge. But she didn't want it this way, she wanted to come with his cock buried deep inside her like she'd pictured over and over again, not his fingers.
"Dean, please." She hissed in his ear.
He needed nothing else. Hearing his name on her lips like that in the throes of passion made him have to have her this second. He restrained himself enough to pull away from her and shut the water off. He stepped out of the stall and held her hand as she did the same.
Her naked body glistened with water, beads of it dripped down her belly and thighs and he would have done anything to just stop for a second and lap any one of them off of her beautiful dusky skin with his tongue, suck the water off of one of those nipples and flick his tongue over it again, but he held back and let her take his hand and lead him back into the bedroom.
He watched the two perfect globes of her ass move as she walked to the far side of the room to the bed that wasn't strewn with her clothes. Narrow waist with the tribal tattoo scrolled across it just above the two back dimples there, the tips of her wet hair skimming the top of her hips. God, he could die right now.
On their way he made her pause for a second so he could fish his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans that lay crumpled on the floor, he got it, opened it and pulled out three foil squares before dropping the wallet to the floor. He laid them on the dresser before reaching for her again. They encircled their arms around each other and once again sought each other's lips.
He laid her down gently on the mattress and eased himself on top of her, he braced himself on his elbows so as not burden her with his full weight but she clutched him and pulled him down, wanting to feel the full expanse of his body against hers.
The rain pounded against the window outside, the lightning crashed and the thunder rumbled as they kissed, touched and explored each other's bodies.
Rachel ran her hands down his muscular back to his hips, where she encouraged him to flex them and rub his still hard cock against her thigh. He did and she felt herself grow wetter and more ready for him as the thick expanse of him slid along her skin.
Dean planted tiny kisses along her jaw line, down the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, he brought both hands up to cupped a breasts in each of them, trailing his tongue down the valley between them then latching onto one of her nipples and giving it the attention he wasn't able to in the shower.
He sucked at it, licked it, bit gently with teeth then went back to sucking slowly. All the time pushing, pushing, pushing his rock hard erection against her thigh, the friction driving him insane and making him want to plunge into her more and more every second. But he held back, he'd wanted this for so long he was determined not to rush it.
Dean moved to her other nipple, splaying his fingers against her ribcage as he did. She ran her hands down his arms, savoring the feeling of his bunched muscles under her fingertips, marveling at the complete male beauty that was him. What was more was just the felling of his basic human contact after denying herself the pleasure of it for so long. Just felling his skin against hers, his mouth on her, the heady smell of him that filled her senses was Heaven in itself.
She opened her legs brought her knees up, clutching his hips with them and shifting his hardness to rest right in the crook of her thigh next to her very wet pussy, his hips jerked a little quicker at being so close to her and she in turn wiggled a little to add to the friction of it.
He moved his hands down to her hips and held her still as he pushed against her as hard as he could, warning her that she needed to stop her teasing before he lost control and drove into her without any thought of protection.
She stopped but smiled inwardly at her ability to apparently send him over the edge.
He leaned up and sat back on his haunches, grabbing one of the foil packets from the dresser and tearing it open with his teeth. If he didn't get inside her right now he was going to die. He looked down at her where she lay, her thighs over his, open so he could see the glistening of her sex and the small nub of her clit peeking out between her small lips, God he wanted to fuck her so bad.
He forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand and pulled out the small latex ring from the opened packet. He rolled it down over himself while pinching the tip all the way to the base of his cock. He was ready, she was ready, it was time.
She coaxed him back down onto her with her arms open and he again leaned down over her, this time bracing himself up, he wanted to see her face when he pushed inside her.
He reached down between then and guided the head of his cock to her opening, he wanted to bad just to push forward violently but me made himself go slow and ease his way in.
Rachel braced herself as Dean pushed his hips forward, sliding his big, thick cock up into her tight opening. The sensation of being stretched by him was maddening and she dug her nails into his shoulders and tightly shut her eyes against deep pleasure that rolled across her whole body as he gave one quick thrust and buried himself inside her fully.
For a few seconds he stood motionless, giving her time to adjust to him and savoring the feeling of her tight wetness engulfing him, squeezing him perfectly.
She arched against him sweetly and he began to move, pulling out of her half way and then slowly easing back in all the way. She reacted with a catch of her breath and by letting a soft moan escape her lips.
He pulled out again and pushed back in, a little harder this time. Heat spread through his groin and up into his belly. She felt so amazing.
They began to move together, flexing their hips in unison against each other, dancing the most primal of dances with the steady drum of the rain and sound of the thunder as their music.
At her body's command Dean quickened his pace, pulling out further and pushing back in harder, her hips lifted off the bed, pushing against him, begging for more. He gave it, pounding into her now, the pull of her pussy hot, demanding that his cock fuck her harder, harder, then harder still. Her big breast swaying up and down with each of his powerful thrusts.
He slid his hand down and his thumb found her clit, he pressed on it and began to move it in circles against the tiny nub. Her whole body electrified at the contact, she cried out, calling his name and God's at the same time.
Rachel felt each stroke of Dean's cock in her belly, the sweetness of her orgasm began to build there and she rode the wave up as fingered her clit and pounded into her pussy at the same time.
Up up and up again until she could take no more, the pleasure building in her pussy until with one final stroke of his thumb and one more push of his cock into her, her whole universe exploded into a million tiny stars and she was raking her nails down his back and crying out.
Dean felt her spasm around him and he could take no more. With a low growl in the back of his throat he thrust into her twice more and felt his own orgasm rock his whole body. His hot come shot out of him as his cock spasmed in time with her. He lowered his head into the crook of her neck and bit his lip against the assault of sensations. He felt her arms encircle him and hold him as he waited for the ejaculation to finish. It took several agonizingly sweet seconds for it to begin to subside, his whole body twitched with the power of it as he came down and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.
When it was over and he had control of himself again, he raised his head and looked down at Rachel. She looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers and gave him a small smile.
He returned it and leaned down to kiss her again. This kiss was sweeter than any they'd shared in this room up until now. Soft, caressing, gentle.
He sat up and pulled the condom off of his how shrinking self, tied the end in a knot and dropped the whole thing into a waste basket by the bed. He then shifted to Rachel's side and stretched out next to her, she pulled the coverlet at the end of the bed over them both and he wrapped her in his arms.
They lay there in each others arms, not saying a word, just holding one another, their legs entangled under the covers, kissing softly every now and then, running their hands over each other's arms, linking their fingers, unlinking their fingers. Their eyes saying to each other what they didn't say in words, that it had definitely been worth the wait.
It wasn't long before the sound of the rain lulled them both to sleep, still wrapped up in one another.