Those of Good Purpose – Chapter 10

Day 275

Neenah – Alabama: 0:13am

Dean was strangely conscious of the fact that he wasn't sleeping very well. He wasn't sure just how long he had been asleep, but for the whole time he had hovered in that terrible place mid way between being truly asleep and being awake. He was also dreaming fiercely, strange kaleidoscope images pulled from the motel room, his memory and the experiences that he and the Doc had over the past ten days. They were being pushed together in a rapid slide show that made no logical sense, but had him always preparing for disaster.

He heard someone murmuring soothing words to him and felt fingers stroke through his hair. Even thought it was infinitely gentle, it was enough to pull him fully into consciousness. He saw the Doc, perched on the bed next to him, looking down at him with her storm grey eyes.

"I'm sorry." she whispered to him "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I wasn't really asleep." he confessed, rolling from his stomach so that he was on his side facing her "What time is it?"

"A little after midnight."

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, realising that even with a few hours of 'sleep' under his belt, he still didn't feel the slightest bit rested.

"Come to bed Doc" he finally said, holding up the covers in invitation for her to join him "If they were going to come, they would have done it by now."

The Doc didn't resist, she simply pulled up her legs and slid down into the warmth, left from Dean's body. He thought for a moment her heard her sigh as she stretched out under the covers and he nearly mirrored the response when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. He felt the silk of her skin against his chest and the curve of her bottom fit intimately in against his groin.

Heat flared through Dean at their close contact and he felt compelled to bury his face into the curve of her neck to inhale the fresh scent of her hair. As she snuggled into his warmth, the small movements of her body against his set up a tantalising friction that made his skin feel electric. Dean felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach and even lower and was aware that in spite of his fatigue his cock was swelling and pressing into the soft cleft of her bottom.

He pressed a kiss into the sensitive skin on her neck just below her earlobe and trailed kisses down her throat onto the soft skin of her shoulder. At the attention of Dean's mouth the Doc arched her back in pleasure, which caused her bottom to stroke Dean's rapidly growing erection. A low growl of pleasure rumbled in Dean's throat and he allowed his wondering hand to skim up the Doc's thigh and find the small strip of silken flesh that was exposed between her singlet and her briefs.

Before he even realised what he was doing, Dean's hand was tunnelling underneath the Doc's singlet, the pads of his fingers trailing over her ribs and finding the soft contour of her breasts. He felt her pleasure in his own chest as he began kneading the ample swell of flesh, getting an intense jolt of pleasure every time he ran his thumb over her hardening nipple.

Even though he was behind her, Hannah turned her head toward Dean, seeking out his soft lips with her own. He obliged quickly, pressing his mouth on hers, tasting her lips and tongue in a languorous kiss. The slow burn that had ignited between them was almost torturous, but Dean revelled in it. More often than not, he just didn't have the patience to explore the erotic quality of restraint when he had been with someone, but sharing all of the Doc's sensations as well as his own, he found the steady slow build of pleasure had a new and different appeal now.

The Doc broke their kiss for a moment, pulling her singlet top up and over her head, clearly trying to shed any barriers between them. She tossed it thoughtlessly to the ground and at the insistence of Dean's hand, she pulled the sensible briefs from her hips kicking them down her leg so that they were lost somewhere between the sheets.

Dean just took a moment revelling in the softness of her skin pressed against the length of him. She felt like sun warmed velvet against him and the sheer sensation of it made his cock throb. The Doc lay on the cradle of his arm letting him bury his hand deep in her hair, he used his hold on her and his body size to keep the dominant position behind her forcing her to turn her head so that he could kiss her thoroughly. His free hand skimmed over the body that was made vulnerable to his touch by the position she was in.

He trailed his fingers up her thighs, letting his fingers massage and kneed her muscles, subtly encouraging her thighs to part for him. As soon as she shifted position, Dean was able to press on the small gap she had created between her legs, letting the head of his cock slide forward over her feminine flesh. He felt the thrill of her slick warm heat not only through his erection, but deep within his mind, where the Doc's pleasure blossomed with new erotic sensation.

Dean applied just the smallest amount of pressure against the lips of her pussy, allowing his erection to gently stroke the sensitive flesh; tormenting himself as much as her with the sublime torment that came from that simple action. The Doc mewled in the back of her throat, a small sound of surrender that made Dean's pulse kick. She knew in this position that she was at his mercy and he could feel in his empathic link with her, that she wouldn't have had it any other way. She trusted him with her ecstasy as faithfully as she trusted him with her life and Dean felt a small swell of masculine pride at the knowledge.

Unhurriedly Dean applied a little more pressure with his pelvis. The tip of his shaft pushed through the slick flesh to press up against the entrance of her sheath. Instantly he felt the Doc trying to push back against him, using her hips to try and impale herself, but he stilled her body with a commanding hand against her hip.

He had such a tight leash on his instincts at the moment and he was determined that he would not be hurried and miss any of the ecstasy that was being with this woman. With a minute movement, Dean pressed the tip of his cock forward and felt himself sink just barely into her tight pussy. He stopped just letting the sensations flood through him. He felt the Doc in his mind, feeding off his pleasure and as sensation built between them, they moaned in unison a sound of both pleasure and frustration.

It wasn't enough for Hannah, and as mindless as she felt right in this moment, she doubted that she would ever get enough of Dean. He had this way of zeroing in on all of her most pleasurable sensations, complimenting them with his own pleasure and driving them both towards a rapture that bordered on pain.

Dean simply rolled his body forward, allowing his own body weight to push his erection slowly through her tight muscles. Hannah groaned in pleasure, unable to turn her head enough to meet Dean's mouth any longer; she turned her face into the pillow, her hand clenching in a fist by her face as the sensation of Dean's sexual invasion crawled lazily up her body.

He held firmly to her hip and with the utmost patience has started moving inside her with slow undulating strokes designed to driver her to madness. She could feel in her mind, how tight she felt around his engorged flesh and it made the walls of her sheath quiver in anticipation. There was like this endless sharing of pleasure and sensation that was building and building slowly, but with such strength Hannah wasn't sure if she would ultimately survive it.

"You feel so good" Dean whispered in her ear, feeling the need to vocalise exactly what he knew she would be reading in his mind. He kissed her neck and let his teeth graze over her shoulder and the fluttering beat of her pulse. Dean had set up a rhythm that was just a perpetual assault on their senses, but even as he felt the orgasm building in both of their bodies, he refused to be hurried, intent of drawing out this experience for all he was worth.

Unable to move from her position beneath him, the Doc resorted to the only thing that she had available to her to reciprocate some of the pleasure that he was giving her. As Dean continued to stroke her steadily, deep drugging strokes that made every muscle within her quiver, the Doc started sending him every erotic imagining she had ever had about him.

As she moaned softly into the pillow, she pushed into his mind the image of her taking him deep with her mouth, her lips and tongue travelling over his rock hard erection. But she didn't stop with just images, she sent him the emotions that accompanied them; amplifying for him the excitement and pleasure that each imagined act would give her. She sent images to him, of all the ways she would love for him to take her, she sent him memories of the joy and pleasure he had already given her. She flooded his mind with a tidal wave of sexual thought and sensation.

Dean had managed to keep a tight reign on his control by compartmentalising his pleasure, concentrating on the Doc and removing himself a little for his own sensation, but when his mind was assaulted with a barrage of the most erotic images he had ever seen in his life, he growled deep in his chest trying to clamp down on the impulse to push blindly into her and strive for the release that every image and sensation promised him.

The images that teased his mind were a more effective aphrodisiac than any porn he had seen in his life. It was like living ever single one of his fantasies out at the same time complete in techno colour, with full sensation and surround sound.

"Oh...g...god" he managed to choke out, before shifting his weight so that he was lying on top of the Doc fully. Instinct had his pelvis pistoning his throbbing erection into her before he could even process the information in his brain. The Doc, still face down on the bed, managed to lift her hips slightly, pushing her bottom higher and giving him a deeper angle of penetration as he pumped in and out of her.

The feel of her, the pleasure that they were sharing and building combined with the images in his mind overwhelmed Dean. Pure sensuality seemed a paltry explanation for what he was feeling, but he had no other words for it. Every one of his senses was alive, fiercely filled with everything that made this woman so attractive to him.

The velvet grip of her sheath tightening around him was his final undoing and he was only partially aware of the Doc tripping over the precipice before the swelling pressure of his own orgasm tackled him from behind.

Dean surged into the Doc's body, feeling the warm jets of his semen flood her. Every muscle in his body was tensed as his back arched almost painfully, burying him so deeply within her, that he never wanted to leave.

As his orgasm began to ebb away he found that he could no longer hold up his body weight on his arms. It was like the well of energy he had found to be with the Doc had left him with his release and he felt himself falling. He tried to fall to the side so that he didn't crush her beneath him, but he just managed to fall on her shoulder, the movement effectively pulling him from the shelter of her body.

"Holy shit!" Dean muttered, trying to adjust his body so that he curved around the Doc, who was still lying face down on the bed her limbs akimbo and her breathing ragged.

"And I was doing so well for a while there" he lamented recalling how his orgasm had ambushed him.

"Are you kidding me?" Hannah said in a voice mostly muffled by her pillow "You were awesome."

"I was pretty awesome wasn't I" Dean said in mock arrogance, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled the Doc close to him, helping her move her 'boneless' body with the last vestiges of his strength.

"Like nothing I have ever known." Hannah replied humour in her voice, but Dean could hear the honesty as well.

And he couldn't deny it either, being with the Doc was like nothing that he had ever known and he was certain he wouldn't know it with anyone else. That realisation was the last thought swirling around his mind as Dean drifted off to sleep, slipping through the light veil of slumber in to a true restful deep sleep.

– Alabama: 7:48 amNeenah

Dean awoke slowly revelling in the incredible warmth that was filling his entire body. As his mind connected with his body, he realised that he and the Doc had barely shifted positions all night and he fallen asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

The Doc was on her stomach beside him, and he had slept the whole night with his cheek pressed against the soft skin of her shoulder. His arm lay lazily across her back and in his sleep he had moved one of his legs possessively over hers, effectively pinning her to the bed. If she wanted to move, she would've had to wake him first.

He could tell by the rise and fall of her breaths that she was no longer asleep, but she lay still, probably trying not to disturb him.

"Doc" he mumbled unwilling to lift his head away from her warm skin "It is far too early in the morning to be thinking as hard as you are."

"I'm sorry" she replied and Dean could hear her words as a strange echo through her chest "Did I wake you?"

"No" he replied indignantly "Nature is calling I'm afraid."

"I hate it when that happens" said the Doc, and Dean could almost hear her smile through her words.

"I don't want to move though." Dean protested, consciously making all of his limbs as limp and relaxed as possible. "Don't suppose you want to go for me do you?"

"Sure" Hannah replied easily, but made absolutely no move in spite of her words.

"Great…thanks…I appreciate it." Dean teased, trying to build the will to shift his body and head for the bathroom.

"Seriously Doc, what deep and intellectual thought is going on in that brain of yours to wake you up so early?"

"Oh I was just mulling over some stuff" she said, trying to downplay his question "Nothing important."

Dean snorted at her words. "Bullshit" he declare tightening his hold over her body in subtle reprimand "I can feel that brain of yours whirring away."

"To be honest I'm not sure I should even bring it up, my last suggestion was such a disaster, I batting 0 for 1 in the ideas game."

"It's about Sam" Dean said, running his hand over the Doc's skin, trying to ease the guilt that she carried over what had happened.

"Yes" she confirmed quietly "I was just thinking…we are never going to be able to help him if we can't find him, and Bobby and Pat have had no luck trying to pick up the trail"

"Yeah?" Dean prompted.

"I was just sort of playing around with the idea of perhaps using Beleth to help us find him…You know that whole 'enemy of my enemy, is my friend' thing."

Dean sucked in a deep breath as he thought about what the Doc was saying.

"Nevermind…it was a foolish idea." Hannah said with a hint of self deprecation in her voice "Forget I said anything."

Dean couldn't of done that even if he wanted to. While he didn't like the idea of getting into bed with another demon, Hannah had raise an interesting point; if Sam was working, even unknowingly, with Beleth's rival, then Beleth would have a vested interest in seeing that stopped. And without question, Beleth would have access to a network of information that the Doc and he could not even dream of.

'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' Dean repeated in his mind, wondering if this was just a nice saying, or a universal truth…clearly there was only one way to find out.

Look out for Part 7 of the War Stories Saga 'My Brother's Keeper'