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Dean was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and at a time like this, there was definitely no expectation to the rules….

Watching his woman bent over in front of her deader than dead "garden" rounded ass on display, really, barely fucking covered by her yoga pants- was she even wearing any fucking panties under them or was she just giving everyone a good view of everything- and her small "Unstable" tank- God he hated that word- he could barely contain the excitement building up in his chest….or his pants.

He pushed at his steadily rising dick as he slowly approached the small woman who was struggling between pulling out weeds, or some shit and pausing to grab up her phone, study it, squeeze it with a frustrated growl before moving back to the foliage once more. He was only a couple of steps in when he all of a sudden stopped.

'Wait. Think with your head...not with your dick, Dean. You two needed to hash something out….need to know if she's dumping your ass. Maybe you should dump her. Shit….rather fuck her raw, right there in her stupid dead flowers, show her who she belongs to….and who the fuck keeps texting her?!'

"I swear to god! If this man texts me one more time," Rhea mumbled just as Dean was literal inches from her. "Leave it be."

"Leave what be," Dean growled out looking down on her with a deep frown. "Who's texting you?"

Rhea's face blanched for a moment, didn't go unnoticed by Dean, before she was pushing back and shuffling up, removing her gloves to toss them aside.

"It's just, Seth."

Dean eyed her in silent concentration his anger rising as he went right back to them needing to talk…

Seth.

Now there was a person he honestly really rather not hear about right now or for a while...ever maybe?

He grabbed Rhea after another beat and spun her around by an arm, pulling her and his luggage behind him.

"Dean what are-"

"Stop," He warned as he got the door opened and his stuff inside. He was pushing at her in the next second until she was draped over the back of the couch.

"Dean...what is going-"

A harsh slap on her backside left Rhea panting and gasping for air as she struggled to lift up and spin to see her boyfriend.

Another slap rained down and she yelped, reaching behind herself to fend off another hit but Dean simply pinched at a cheek around her hands and when she jerked in surprise used that to his advantage to smack her ass two more times.

"Damn it, Dean! Stop it," She shrieked rubbing at her backside.

She was no stranger to ass slapping and smacking from her man but when it was minus sex and without a word of any wrong doings it left her more than a little confused.

Dean stood there, nearly towering over her now as he watched her take in heavy breaths, grip tight on the back of the couch with a hand. He couldn't make out what she was focused on, her head was lifted and she was stock still but she didn't dare move, didn't turn around. Probably to avoid another smack.

Too bad.

Dean rubbed at her backside relishing in her intake of air before he was slapping at her. One, two….something like ten or so smacks later, accompanied by Rhea's yelping, squealing and screaming, and he tired of that, yet thoroughly enjoyed the shaking and whimpering coming from the woman as he fiddled with his belt.

Rhea lifted her upper half, settling back to wait, little shaky whines leaving her parted lips, her face wet from tears…

She didn't have to wait long as she felt Dean clawing at her pants and panties, nearly tearing them in his haste.

A rip sounded…

There went her panties...

Her pants were only mid thigh when she felt his cock rubbing up and down her middle roughly. A hand was on her hip as she spread her legs to take him in and...

"Fucking hell, Rhea! Eager little slut aren't you? Spreading them legs and soaked from getting that ass hit…"

Dean plunged into her making her cry out only for those yells to intensify as he slammed into her small frame making her and himself see stars.

Fuck! He had almost forgotten what it felt like! A couple more days and it would have been two weeks too many for him.

He smacked at a cheek making her tremble from pain and excitement.

"Ooh fuck, Dean! Oh god!"

Dean grit his teeth, and clenched his fist upon her waist, scratching at her soft skin in the process. She jerked and bucked against him as he dug into her hip and his thrusts picked up speed. She couldn't help but whimper and moan, just take everything he gave her until another smack startled her. Another landed on her other cheek and she almost jolted off of Dean's cock, the combination of smacks to her cheeks and rough pumps of his hips jostling her to the point of dropping off and missing it all.

Dean grunted and pulled back at her hip, keeping her in place as he pistoned into her unrelenting.

"Dean...fuck! Oh Dean, what has…" A harsh thrust and she inhaled sharply. His hand twined into her hair, yanking back to expose her neck and make her arch at a peculiar angle causing her to push into him, make him sink even deeper inside her.

He yanked at her hair again before ducking to latch onto her neck, slapping at at her hip with his other hand leaving a sting in it's wake. She trembled as he bit a path up her neck to her ear.

"Mine," He grumbled only to latch on hard. "Fucking stay with me…"

A drop of his hips and a thrust upward and Rhea was shaking and moaning, her walls clenching around Dean.

"So close baby," She panted clawing at the couch. "I'm so close!"

Dean slammed into her one more time before he pulled out and spun her around. He gave her a harsh push, urging her to drop to her knees. Grimacing, Rhea's head snapped up so she could glare at him in shock and dismay, a lashing on the edge of her tongue only to have her murmurs cut off as Dean grabbed her cheeks in his large palm, giving her a rough squeeze. She blinked and her lips parted just as Dean moved in, hand stroking at himself readily.

"Open up," He rasped, hissing after a pleasurable tug of his cock.

Despite being fairly annoyed and frustrated from being on the edge of her release, Rhea complied, opening up her mouth as she gave Dean a hard look.

"Say ah toots," He hissed some more just before the first shot of cum left his throbbing cock hitting her in the face. The next couple of ropes hit her in a variety of places, most of it covering her face rather than land in her mouth.

He punctuated the end with a slap against her cheek with his softening length and groaned in satisfaction when he took in her profile.

"Fuck, you look good with me all over you."

Grunting he stuffed himself back into his clothing and gave her a wink before strutting into the kitchen cockily.

"You fucking kidding me," Rhea mumbled as she watched Dean open up a bottle of beer, tossing the cap behind him.

"I'm hungry. You hungry? You should clean up and throw something on...and don't worry about your panties, I got those covered."

Rhea frowned, pulling herself up. Panties covered? Hungry?! She was fucking right there and he was leaving her hanging?!

The pointed look he leveled her with as she opened her mouth to speak left no room for questioning and Rhea sighed, grabbing at her pants, lifting them a bit to start an annoyed shuffle out of the room.

She grumbled as she cleaned herself up, grumbled as she threw on one of her favorite sweater dresses tossing her tights to finish the ensemble over her shoulder, grumbled as she picked out tennis shoes to match and grumbled all the way back down the stairs.

Dean waited for her with a smirk, a pair of panties dangling from a finger. He gave them a little twirl before moving forward eyeballing her heavily. "Looking good," He breathed. "Turn for me."

Rhea raised an eyebrow, eyeing the panties before doing as she was told, spinning to place her hands against the counter top in their kitchen.

She felt Dean slide behind her and drop, the shuffling of clothes letting her know as he moved closer. Sliding his hands up her bare thighs, Rhea shivered while he worked her dress up with his arms, softly urging her to lift first one foot then the other. He helped her slip into the lacy material all the while purposely scratching at her thighs lightly with his nails before he was grasping at her small waist, spinning her to capture her mouth in a rough kiss.

He took over her, desperately pulling the breath from her lungs as he held her close when some stirrings down below finally gathered her attention.

"Dean," She questioned, pulling back, bracing her hands on his biceps. She gave him a look as he watched her and a sudden jolt against her clit had her knees buckling as she gripped him hard. "Wha...what the…"

She looked up into the darkened pools of blue and nearly bit her lip when the vibration against her nub intensified.

Dean bit at her neck, kneading her cheeks as she squirmed and mewled. So that was why he wanted her to stay pantyless...

He wanted to tease her.

He pulled back after a moment the vibration slowed to a stop and gave her a pop on her tender behind, moving around her.

"Lets go babe...food's a calling."

She nearly screamed as she watched him gather up the keys, cocky strut in place.

She was so close, so damn close and now her body was alight with unresolved tension. She needed a release. She was so tempted to get herself off, see how Dean would react but a firm grip on her wrist as he lead her out the door halted her thoughts.

"This is gonna be fun," He rasped as soon as both car doors closed and the engine revved up.

Twelve drawn out minutes of random,unsuspecting vibrations against her sensitive nub as Dean murmured words of encouragement, his hand down her dress, nips against her shoulder, promises...just plain riling her up, drove Rhea crazy. Most of it happened in the parking lot of the restaurant they had chosen and all of the teasing, all the words had Rhea ready to claw at Dean's face, his clothes, just plain attack him and get what she needed.

One hungry look from her seemed to be enough of a tell though because all too quickly Dean's hand left her bra and he was pushing at her door to let her out.

A couple of giggling teenagers passed giving the two looks and Rhea rolled her eyes before glaring at the man beside her.

Minutes later and they were seated, orders already taken as they surveyed the area in silence.

It was the opening of a new restaurant, Giddy's or something, neither really knew, too engrossed in each other to pay much attention.

"So why are you here baby….not that I'm not happy," She finished off quickly after receiving a puzzled look from Dean.

He shrugged and took a long swig of his

soda, grimaced and picked up his beer. "Flat," He mumbled. "Anyway. I'm here because of you woman." He looked over the table at Rhea and she couldn't help the swell of happiness and adoration at hearing that.

"But what about the show tomorrow," She questioned trying her hardest to quell the huge smile from breaking out on her face. Dean always made her feel like the center of the universe and this was truly no exception. Ever since he showed up he kept in direct contact with her.

Like now for instance.

They were in a booth, two sides to the eating area but where was he sitting? Next to her of course, hand up against her mound as a leg of hers sat astride one of his own. He was softly petting at her as he looked over the menu in feigned interest.

"Just a plane ride away," He mumbled and shifted forward, pushing his hand more firmly between her legs bringing about a sharp gasp.

He smirked and took another peruse of the menu and then placed an order for the both of them when the waitress showed up once more to take their order. Rhea didn't even have a chance to protest as the lady walked off. No matter...she was way too distracted to focus on anything but the humming between her legs. Both from the unfulfilled pleasure she was seconds away from and the…

Oh! The vibrations were back.

This man was gonna drive her up the wall he didn't stop with this teasing.

His answering rub let her know he had no intention of doing just that and then their appetizer was in front of them.

Taking a violent bite into a bread stick, Rhea glared at nothing in particular and tried shifting away but that only resulted in Dean pulling her closer.

She huffed.

"Dean," She started only to be cut off.

"You're mine, Rhea. Never forget that." His heavy gaze on her startled her a bit to the point a weak whimper left her parted lips.

His eyes were darker than she ever remembered seeing them. His stare serious, his grip on her thigh tight. It was almost as if he knew something…

Crap! Did he know?!

"I-" She started but was interrupted once again.

"Eat babe. Need to fill the bellies."

And it was silent for a bit as they did just that. But despite the happiness at finally taking in some much needed nutrients, Rhea couldn't knock the feeling of uneasiness that was taking place in the pit of her stomach.

He had to have known.

She knew she should have told him when she had the chance! Was it Seth? Did he tell him? She shouldn't have waited. Here he was probably thinking the worst...and she couldn't lose him! He was everything to her, he…

"Your phone's going off," He cut into her thoughts, eyes never leaving his food as he worked on polishing up his plate, fork clinking against the ceramic.

He loosened his grip on her leg and worked on his drink next, calmly finishing everything. Calmly taking everything in…

He was too calm.

Rhea narrowed her eyes at him as she slowly reached for the offending object, and nearly jerked out of her skin when he let out a low growl. His hand left her thigh with a mumble and she quickly brought the item up studying it with a squint, a sigh of relief leaving her when she saw who it was.

"It's Mer," She quickly informed him. "She's back in town and wanted to let me know she made it safe and will be back at work tomorrow."

Dean gave a quick nod and pushed back, finally meeting her eyes as he rested against the cushions of the both. He looked over her almost as if looking for something and rolled his eyes, giving a quick hand spin.

"Speak."

"Wha...what," Rhea stuttered eyeing Dean cautiously. "What are you-"

This time he shook his head.

"M' not dumb. You've been acting all weird for a bit now, our last conversation was strange.." He leaned forward. "So...speak."

"It's...It's really nothing, Dean. It was an accident and I'm so sorry. He didn't, we didn't…" She stopped and shook her head trying to gather her thoughts and speak clearly not noticing Dean jerk still.

"Ok. So, I was getting ready to leave and was trying to tell Seth bye. He was sleeping pretty hard and I was poking and prodding at dude wanting him to wake up. He was getting pretty pissy. Kept grumbling, even yelled at me to stop. Next thing I know I was yanked over him and into the bed and he-"

"What," Dean snapped.

Rhea eyed him warily. She knew she was rambling but she just couldn't stop.

"Oh this I gotta hear," He said eerily amused. "You ended up in bed with my best friend...then what?"

Rhea tried not to dwell too hard on the snarky question, the words ringing in her head a bit, stinging way more than they should. And she was his girlfriend too right? Was she not important?

"Well...he yelled some more and-"

"Cut to the chase, Rhea" He uttered wanting to cut off any chances of her skirting around the subject. She had already started it, might as well rip off the band aid and give it to him straight like a big kid now. He was a big boy, he could handle whatever this shit was. Lord knows he handled his fair share of shitty circumstances.

She huffed and gave him a defeated look before inhaling and going for it. "We kissed. He kissed me...or I kissed him.." She frowned at that. "No, it was definitely not me...or him! It was an accident. I leaned in to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, as I have many times before, and he popped up just as I leaned forward and yeah,"She finished hands outstretched towards him as if to say, "There, done. And there you have it."

He blinked heavily, eyes never leaving hers.

"What," He asked slowly.

She studied him, expecting an outburst of some sort. But when Dean continued to stare at her, quietly, she couldn't help but look away, worrying her lip. She took in the amount of people, the bill before them (when did that get there?), traffic outside, anything but think too much on what was said or she just might break down.

"You two kissed," He questioned almost as if he hadn't heard her the first time around.

She grimaced. "More a pressing of the lips against the other...by accident! Dean I swear we didn't mean to," She finished desperately.

The laugh that followed her response left her confused and a bit worried as it started to gain volume, gathering the attention of other patrons. Some paused mid convo, others mid bite to stare at the couple. More specifically at the laughing man.

"Dean," She tried, placing a hand on his arm as she gave a couple an apologetic look.

"Don't think these people are gonna stop me from getting upset," He hissed through gritted teeth. "I might not be able to cause a scene because of my job and all but I sure as hell can get upset." And then he was laughing even louder.

'Fuuuccck.'

A kiss? A fucking kiss?

Here he was worried it would be something bigger, that they might have tried something more but…

They had kissed?!

It was a bit of relief to learn the two had been good, for the most part, but while that thought settled in, Dean couldn't help but be a little upset.

Shit, who wouldn't be?

"Is there anything else," He asked between eye wipes.

"Uh...Ah….We might have slept in the same bed and I might have started undressing in front of him to change into a nightshirt before that...I was drunk."

"Fucking shit," Dean exclaimed in between chokes. His face was red, tears were leaking out of his eyes and they had everyone's attention now.

Somehow, some way Dean was reaching in his pants for his wallet as he tried to calm himself before tossing loose change onto the table to cover their bill.

"Sir, are you two-"

"Yeah, yeah," He waved at the hostess, clearing his throat. "We're gone."

He grabbed at Rhea's wrist and the two quickly fled the scene.

The ride back to the house was awkward and tense. The silence almost deafening.

Dean didn't say a word as he focused on the road, his grip tight on the steering wheel.

Rhea found herself studying her boyfriend wanting to open her mouth to speak, actual making it as far as to but then chickening out at the last second.

He was mad that much was obvious.

He was mad but she didn't know what to do.

He shrugged off her hand on his arm just as they pulled up to their place and he quickly put the car into park, hopping out leaving her sitting.

"Damn it," She yelled out, hitting the dashboard before quickly following him.

He was on her the second she entered the house but unlike the first time this one was more intense.

His hand wrapped around her throat effectively cutting off her squeak of surprise and a bit of her airflow and she moved to turn but was pulled harshly against his chest.

He kicked the door closed and moved forward, swiping her purse to the floor, worked at kicking off his tennis shoes…

"I knew it," He rumbled against her back, tightening his hand a bit more. "Just knew I needed to be worried. To go with my gut.."

Next he was stepping on the heels of her shoes urging her to remove then. She did without hesitation before he quickly reached into her tights his hand finding her again. A couple of fingers rubbed in between her lips, flattening her panties, allowing her arousal to soak through.

"Fuck," He groaned, nose skimming her cheek, taking in her shiver with a grin. He squeezed at her neck again and felt her pant as he deftly sunk two fingers into her core rough and quick.

"This," He rasped as he started a quick thrust, "Is mine…" He bit at her earlobe, rubbing his face against it afterwards. "You'd do well to remember that."

He pulled back, thrusting and whatever else, she didn't know, until she heard the familiar buzzing again and felt the low tremors.

He was at it again but hopefully for the last time tonight.

Both his fingers and the attack on her clit picked up speed as did her rising moans and she was quickly losing her footing. Dean brought her back up against him, his arm around her waist.

"You're squeezing these fingers baby….you wanna cum?"

"Uh," Her legs closed in on his arm and she whimpered, nodding like crazy.

Dean slowly pulled out and shook his head.

"Nope. Not just yet."

And then he was leaving her stranded and alone, in the middle of the room.

Rhea bit her lip and let out a heavy sigh.

She didn't know if she could handle much more back and forth today if she were being honest.

Well...back to the old garden she supposed. It helped soothed her...or was supposed to.

"Darlin' where you at," Dean questioned, peeking his head out the doorway just minutes later.

She was just sliding the dirt over some seeds when he stepped out and paused, watching her hard.

Back at it again...which could only mean one thing.

She was still stressing out big time.

The only time she touched this area was when something big was happening which meant half of these "plants" didn't live to see the light of day.

She stood and wiped an arm across her forehead giving him a small quirk of her mouth.

"Hey," She mumbled.

He reached out for her and she sighed.

"Dean, I can't...I don't have it in me to play anymore. I fucked up, I know I fucked up and I'm sorry."

He watched her some more and rolled his lips, grabbing at her hand.

"Come with me," He demanded.

Rhea took in her work and looked back and forth between Dean's outstretched hand and the garden.

"Rhea." He pleaded with her and she sighed again, reaching for him quickly, squeezing his hand in hers.

"No more games?"

"No games. Promise."

He crossed his heart and she gave a snort making him chuckle softly.

"So I was a bit of an ass earlier…."

Rhea hummed in acknowledgement, snuggling back into Dean's bare chest, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his skin and the bath water that surrounded them.

"I didn't help much," She admitted after a long moment of silence.

"It was both of us. But I could have handled myself better today. I talked to Roman a bit ago…"

"Oh yeah," She breathed.

This was nice, she had to admit. She could get lost in this forever if she truly wanted to.

Dean pushed at some water causing waves to ripple back and forth around them before he spoke again.

"Told him everything and he kinda knocked some sense into me...well talked. I...I didn't even realize how much of an ass I was being until he stopped me and told me I sounded "foolish"."

"How so?"

"Well for starters...I came at you like you were the enemy in our talk earlier. Babe, why didn't you stop me when I made that best friend crack?"

Rhea stilled for a sec.

"I...I deserved it," She answered softly.

"No." Dean grabbed at her arms and spun her a bit to look directly into her eyes. "That was shitty of me. I made it sound like you were some bitch trying to come between me and a friend...made it sound like we weren't just as important…"

"I.." Rhea looked down her eyes flitting about a bit. "Yeah."

He tilted her chin up. "Sorry."

She eyed him sadly. "I didn't mean for it to happen baby."

He took in a deep breath and dropped back, nodding. "Part of me knows that….but I went in doubting you both. Things seem...different."

Rhea's eyes widened. "But they're not! I swear they're not! Not on my end at least. He's just a friend, love, your best friend."

Dean avoided her wide stare and shrugged. "Maybe…"

He didn't look convinced and Rhea felt her heart break a little.

Why did this have to happen? Why did she have to go over there? Why did Seth have to feel whatever it was he was feeling?

She couldn't do this. She had to fix this.

His chin was nestled between her cheek and shoulder after a moment and there was nothing but the sound of their breathing filling the quiet room. Moments later he pulled back grasping at her sides bringing her close, his mouth seeking out her own.

He was through talking for now.

He had questions, needed answers, had people to pummel. But for now…

Rhea clung to him, mouth parting to take in his tongue. She slid her own against his and shifted to wrap her legs around his waist happily as he gripped her ass, slowly starting to move them together.

"You gonna stop this time," She questioned breathlessly, leaving only a breath's width between their lips.

"Fuck no," He uttered, pulling her flush against him, his mouth smashing against hers roughly.

'Thank god!' She mused happily. 'I couldn't bear-'

"Oh Dean!"

"Damn baby...already wound up so tight," He teased and if it wasn't for his working fingers in her heated core she just might have bit him.

He quickly pulled back from toying with her and was slapping at her wetness with his dick roughly.

"Take a deep breath baby," He warned just before he slammed into her and Rhea's legs shook, her mouth parting in a shriek as her head fell back.

She desperately tried to remember to breathe.

That hadn't been fair!

He lifted and lowered her onto his cock, starting a quick ride and the small woman scratched and clawed over his back, digging her nails into his shoulders after crying out.

Dean looked up at her face, grinning, then grunted as he worked at pumping into her gripping heat with each descent she made.

"Just fucking hugs this cock..." He groaned.

Water splashed up all around them from their harsh coupling and Dean had to catch himself a time or two before he slipped with the waves, taking them both under. The floor was sure to be a mess but Rhea quaking and gripping at him, moaning then damn near screaming his name kept him going, reaching...

"De-Dean...so close. Already so close," She whispered. "Oh god...oh fuck!"

"Come on, Rhea. Cum for me babe," He panted.

Who was he to deny her now? Enough was enough.

Her moans grew closer and closer together as she bounced on top of him, enjoying the feeling of chasing the last strides towards her overwhelming pleasure. She tugged at his hair, dropping onto him shakily, hips wild as he arched up meeting every drop with a thrust to counter. She squirmed and he palmed a boob hard, rubbing over her nipple. That and her eagerness to finish and wet his cock, shook her to the core causing her walls to grip his dick tightly eliciting a growl from him.

Warmth radiating from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes as she was finally, finally able to let go, ride that delicious wave, feel the pleasure coursing through her body as her orgasm took hold of her.

She fell into him with a sated sigh afterwards and nuzzled against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her waist lifting them both out of the tub.

She didn't even register they had moved until her back met the wet rug and Dean was gripping at her thighs tightly, bending them back to push her knees up against her chest. He lifted over her in a plank and worked into her with renewed vigor.

He pushed at her skin as he pounded into her savagely, shaking her small frame with every plunge and her breath hitched as she felt her body start to respond to him again.

"Tight…so fucking tight! Pussy's so god damn addictive," He snarled, digging his fingers deeply into her. Rhea shivered and clawed at the floor desperately as her head rolled back and forth feeling the build up of another climax quickly creeping up on her.

"And mine," Dean growled as his hips stuttered while meeting hers, their fucking nearing it's end. "Always." His pace was fiercely erratic as he struggled to get every last bit of push and pull he could with her and moments later he winced, slowing with a hiss to allow his cock to empty deep and fill her with every last bit of his cum enjoying the feel of her wrapped around his throbbing length.

He dropped onto her after he was done and Rhea immediately wrapped around him tightly.

"Damn…"

"Fucking animal," The brunette giggled airily and he huffed out a laugh, burying his head against her chest.

Yeah...this, right here, was all that mattered right now.

Sure he had questions...needed answers, but this, this was everything in the grand scheme of things.

All the rest would come come later. It could wait.

He'd be back up and figuring it out in no time. He had places to be, people to see and pummel...namely one Seth Rollins.

And believe him...all of it would definitely be happening pretty damn soon.