Rating: M (for sexual situations)
'Not my Fantasy'
Later that night, when everyone had gone to bed, Dean sat on the porch alone with his thoughts and a beer. His keys hidden safely away, he relaxed against the porch steps looking up at the sky. Not a star could be seen through the thick clouds that had been mounting since dinner. He could smell the threat of rain in the air and knew a storm was upon them.
With a sigh, Dean stood up and headed inside. He locked the door behind him and switched off the hallway light and was about to head into the kitchen when he spotted a skinny shadow disappearing down the stairs. He hesitated at the kitchen door, smiling at the sight before him.
Dressed in only a tank top and a pair of black panties Jo stood in front of the fridge drinking milk from the carton. As she drank silently, her left leg lifted to scratch the back of her right calf. She paused and lowered the milk, folding the lid back and putting it back in the fridge. She turned around and jumped when she realised Dean was watching her.
"Busted." She muttered.
"Couldn't sleep?" He asked her amused. He took in the rare sight of her dishevelled hair and bare legs and couldn't help but feel a distant tug of attraction.
"I used to love storms." She confessed pointing out the window. A fork of lightning split the clouds in half with a pink hue. The window rattled as thunder barrelled across the sky. "But now they make me nervous."
"Can't say I blame you." He sympathised.
"Sam told me that both of you had a vision about what happened?"
Dean winced at the word vision and lent against the wall casually. "More like a dream really." He admitted.
"You dreamt about me?" She teased changing the subject.
"Yeah. So?" He looked at her suspiciously.
"Have you dreamt about me before?" She asked walking towards him slowly. He stood up straighter and glanced around the room uneasy before answering.
"Maybe."
"Did I ever look like this in your dreams?" Before he could answer she crossed her arms and lifted the tank top up and off her body. She stood before him confidently, her breast rising and falling with every breath.
"Jo I –" He shuttered unable to tear his hungry eyes away from her.
She appeared to revel in his gaze and took a step closer to him until her bare breast were gently skimming his own chest. She looked up at him through hooded eyes and licked her lips. "I want you Dean." She told him and ran her warm fingers under his shirt. His stomach clenched in instinct as her fingers slithered across his abs and pecs. "Don't you want me?"
He swallowed nervously feeling his body betray him by hardening against her leg. His eyes skittered around the kitchen nervously trying to avoid her seductive eyes and warm breasts now pressed against him. "I… I…"
"I know you want me, Dean."
She whispered and her hand had somehow snaked up his neck and her fingers ran through his hair. His own hand, acting by their own accord, pulled her closer to him as he lowered his head. She stood on tiptoe and captured his lips with her own. He moaned against her mouth as her hands drifted down to his ass and pulled him tighter.
"Don't fight it." She whispered through gasps of air. She kissed her way to his neck and found the sweet spot that always made him moan for more. He barely noticed when she tugged his t-shirt over his head. Her finger nails gently scratched his nipple while her teeth closed over his earlobe. She sucked ever so gently.
Instinct begged him to grab her and take her to the nearest flat surface but his mind duelled for control. "Wait… Jo…"
"No more waiting, Dean." She told him through hooded eyes. "There's never going to be a better time."
He looked down at her unsure. 'Dean resist!' his mind screamed at him to stop. 'What are you doing? Bobby and Ellen are only upstairs.' This fact only served to punish him by eliciting the excitement of danger in his body.
"Dean… yes..." She gasped out as his lips found her neck and left a fiery path down her throat. Her nails raked across his back and she moaned loudly as his soft lips found her breasts. His other hand pulled her up and her legs wound around his waist instantly.
Walking them back towards the fridge he pinned her against it as she writhed in pleasure. He smiled against her breast as she whispered his name. "Dean." She moaned again and his hand crept from her breast and wound its way in between her legs. Her legs dropped from his waist and opened as his hand sought entry.
"Dean."
"So wet…" He moaned as the warm wet juices greeted his probing fingers and he felt her tremble under his touch. He flicked her thumb back and forward and she grinded against his hand.
He watched riveted as her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip hard in ecstasy. His mouth continued to roam her shoulder and as he plunged two fingers inside of her, he gently bit her neck and sucked. The response was instant and she clenched around his fingers moaning his name in his ear.
Dean pulled back from her neck and began kissing her feverishly. Her hands were all over him and her hips began grinding sweetly against him. Before he could pull her closer she shoved him hard and his butt bumped into the table behind him. Her eyes dilated and pushed him back against the table. Jo roughly claimed his lips again and he felt her small hands shove his pants down to his knees. She pushed against him again and he fell back against the thankfully clear table. She yanked the boxers down his legs and before he could protest she was between his legs.
He moaned and his head fell back as her nails raked up the insides of his thighs. Goosebumps spread rapidly across his tense skin, igniting a tingle of excitement up and down his legs. His penis twitched standing up tall while her hands gathered his balls gently.
He moaned, breathless by the effect she was having on him. Her soft wet mouth ran over his length and she took his head into her mouth. A long guttered moan issued from his throat and he could barely contain himself as her tongue swept over and teased the very tip. Her hands gripped the base of his cock and pushed upwards.
Dean's eyes rolled backwards in ecstasy. Her strokes grew urgent and her tongue lashed against him until he yelped as he tried to resist the urge to let go. Sensing him hold back she stopped her stroking abruptly and pulled him to sit up. "I want you now." She commanded and he complied by pulling her to him roughly. Standing up he twirled them till she was the one against the table. Kissing her deeply he pushed her back gently.
Pulling her soaked panties off, he opened her legs gently and stood between them. Kneading her breasts with one hand, he worked his other hand over her stomach until he reached her mound. She opened her legs wider and he guided his penis inside her. Jo's back arched from the contact and he gripped her hips tightly as her warmth encased him.
At her moaning encouragement he began to slowly thrust it and out. Her hands came down to join his as her back arched with every deep thrust. Pleading for him to go deeper she released a cry as he slammed back into her.
Sweat broke out on his forehead as he tried to maintain the long slow thrusts until instinct drove him faster. She moaned his name as she balanced at the edge and as her heels drove into his back he came with her with a surprised cry.
Collapsing onto her stomach he placed sweet kisses on her sweaty skin as he gained his breath back. A satisfied smile crept across her face and her hands threaded through his hair. Dean let out happy sigh.
"Dean." Jo breathed wriggling underneath him. "Dean, get up."
"Huh?" He asked sleepily looking at her. When he saw Bobby's face instead of Jo's he jerked upwards. "What the hell?" He shouted.
Jo's body disappeared from under him and instead of the dimly lit kitchen he was looking up at the ceiling of his bedroom. Bobby's eyes peered at him curiously, his eyebrow rose in concern. Dean sat up from the floor noting that Sam was also sitting on the floor looking like he was going to be sick.
"Did you find them Bobby?." Ellen called entering the boy's bedroom. She shared a worried look with Bobby as Dean franticly pulled his blankets over the top of his legs to hide his erection.
"Are you boys alright? It sounded like elephants crashed through the room." Bobby asked concerned. Sam's assured them that they where fine and eventually Bobby left the room and shut the door behind him.
"Dude – what the hell?" Sam hissed once Bobby had left.
"Huh?" Dean asked climbing back onto his bed.
"I just had the most… oh… the worst vision I've ever had." Sam told him looking repulsed.
"What? More demons?" Dean asked scratching the back of his head.
"No." Sam hissed angrily. "You and Jo…" He lowered his voice and glared at his brother. "People have to eat off that table!"
Deans head cricked in protest as he whirled around to stare horrified at his brother. "You had the same dream as me?" He asked looking panicked.
"Nightmare is more my description." Sam informed him rubbing his temples. "I saw everything." He hissed angrily, his eyes wide. "Everything!!!"
"Well you shouldn't be spying on my dreams." Dean growled at him embarrassed and rolled over pulling his blankets tight.
"I'm never going to be able to look at Jo in the face again." Sam moaned climbing back into bed. "How could you man?"
"Firstly, keep your voice down." Dean hissed giving his brother a disgruntled look. "And secondly, I didn't 'do' anything." Dean insisted. "You're the perverse one dreaming about me having sex."
"Like I really want to see you… and Jo… it's as bad as walking in on your parents naked."
"You're such a prude, Sam." Dean teased.
"And you need to start taking cold showers before you go to bed." Sam lectured. "I'm never eating off that table again."
"Sam, settle down. Like you've never had a sex dream before?"
"Not about my brother and his girlfriend."
"Jo's not my girlfriend."
"Well tell that to your subconscious, Dean. Because what I just saw – no I can't discuss this any more. It's just too disturbing."
"Well stay out of my head."
"Then stop projecting your thoughts so much. I'm surprised Ellen can't hear them." Dean went quiet at Sam's mention of the protecting mother and rolled over with a huff.
"Don't you breathe a word of this to anyone, Sam." Dean threatened.
Sam snorted. "Trust me, I'm already regressing it." He assured him with a groan.
"Good."
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