Long, Long Way From Home

Previously…

"I can drive," Dean offered, they were still a good six hours from the Roadhouse. They wanted to return not only for Christine's gig, but for Ash's info on the demon.

"I'm sure you can. I just don't really fancy sleeping while we're moving." She glanced sideways at Dean, "Tends to give me nightmares."

He nodded, pulling out the road atlas she kept in the passenger door cubby. After a few moments He said, "Looks like there's a small town in about fifty miles. We can pull in there and find a place to bunk for the night."

"Sounds like a plan." Christine sighed with a yawn. She reached across his lap to the glove box and found her copy of Raised On Radio by Journey. Popping that in, she turned down the volume as to not disturb Sam. If she was going to be on the road another hour, she might as well have Mr. Steve Perry serenade her, right?

CONTENT WARNING : This is where we begin to earn our "M" rating. Enjoy.

Chapter 11 : Caught Up In You

Story City, Iowa proved to be a great stopping point. Dean even dozed off a little against the passenger window, though he'd totally deny it if you asked him. Once she pulled off the highway, the yellow Super 8 sign beckoned her to rest. Dean went in to see about getting a room and Sam wandered off to find the restroom. Christine leaned against the driver's door, pulling out her phone. She called Bobby and left a message. He was probably busy on the phone with another hunter. He would at least relax enough to get some sleep knowing she was off the road for the night. Then she found Jo's number and pressed send.

"Harvelle," Jo answered, balancing a tray of beer bottles she just cleared from a few empty tables.

"Hey sugar," Christine said, they were always calling each other pet names, helped fend off unwanted attention while alone on a hunt. It also worked nicely in their favor that both of their names could be shortened to predominately male pronunciations.

"Chris!" Jo exclaimed, she'd been too preoccupied to check the caller ID. "You owe me some juicy details, now spill!"

"Dean's inside getting a room and Sam's wandered off. I don't have much time…" Christine explained, her eyes darting around, making sure the coast was still clear.

"Don't drag your feet then!" Jo exclaimed in a whisper as she passed her mother, flashing her a cheery nose wrinkled smirk.

"Okay, okay," Christine took a deep breath, Her eyes closed just a for moment trying to get in the moment. Then she remembered she was supposed to be looking out for the boys. She looked around one more time for good measure then she whispered, "He kissed me, well actually I kissed him."

Jo's shriek of delight caused her to pull away the phone from her ear. "Where?"

"On my bed." Christine mumbled back, still mortified she was actually sharing these details with Jo.

"Not geographic location silly," Jo giggled, then her voice dropped a few notes, "On your mouth, neck, maybe something naughtier?" She was clearly enjoying this.

"First on his open palm," Christine gulped, her eyes drifting closed to better focus on the moment, "Then he pulled me closer, and his mouth was so close to mine, I couldn't help myself-"

"So you kissed him! Ah!" Jo gushed, "How did he react, did he kiss you back?" She asked, stepping through the back door and into the night.

"Oh yeah," Christine sighed in remembrance, "We totally made out. Then he stayed the night, just held me. I thought maybe there was something wrong with me and he didn't really want to be with me that way, but the next night it happened again."

"Maybe he's just taking his time," Jo sighed. She sounded a little wounded, but still happy. If Christine didn't know her so well, she wouldn't have caught the slightly sour note in her tone.

"Jo…? What's wrong?" Christine prodded, her eyes closing in frustration. It wouldn't do to have a man come between them, even if he was Dean Winchester.

"Nothing, I'm just used to being on the other end of this conversation." Jo sighed again. It was true, though usually she was turning the men down, not inviting them into her bed. "I take it you've stopped for the night?" She asked, waving a regular pulling out of the parking lot.

"Yeah, I'm beat. We had a stake out last night, and unlike Dean, I didn't get any sleep. Sam tells me he snored for a good couple of hours." Christine turned towards the car to find Dean leaning with his elbows against the passenger side, hands clasped, resting on the roof.

Dean emerged from the front office with room keys in hand to find Christine leaning against the driver's door of the Challenger, on the phone. He assumed it was just Bobby until he heard her say, "Hey sugar." Wait. That couldn't be right. He thought. He quietly came around the car next to her, crouched down, trying to remain out of sight. Then she said Jo's name and he immediately popped up and came over to the passenger side. Christine still hadn't turned around to check for him or Sam so he waited, leaning on the door frame.

Christine's eyes widened in shock as she realized he was standing within earshot. Jo started to speak but Chris quickly cut her off, "Gotta go Jo, see you tomorrow by noon, let the boys know if they arrive before me. I'll be there." With that she clicked off her phone, not even waiting for Jo to reply.

Jo stared down at her cell phone when Christine ended the call. Chris was so busted! She would be too if she didn't head back inside and help her mother close up. With one last deep breath of cool night air she returned to the bar.

"Hey there," Dean's voice was gruff, sounding like sandpaper on wood. Christine glanced at her phone, 11:45PM. Considering they hadn't slept in almost 36 hours, it was really late.

"Hey," Christine squeaked back, opening the car door and sliding inside. Dean followed suit as the engine roared to life. Christine put Roxy into gear and backed out.

"Room 12. Down at the end on the left." Dean said softly, sliding his arm around her shoulders.

All Christine could do was nod. How much did he hear? Oh God. If he heard the part where I wasn't sure if he wanted to have sex with me…I'll die. I'll just die…Christine couldn't help but worry about what Dean heard. She knew of Dean's womanizer reputation from other hunters she ran into or did jobs with. She maneuvered Roxy into a space at the end of the lot a few spaces from the door with the number '12' plastered on it. She took the key out of the ignition and dropped them in her jacket pocket. She started to open the door, but Dean's voice stopped her.

"Wait," He sighed with frustration. Christine let go of the door handle and turned a little to face him. "I'm sorry."

He's sorry? For What? "For What?" Christine asked aloud this time, her left eyebrow lifted in inquiry.

"For eavesdropping." Dean said, his eyes never leaving hers as he scooted along the seat so his arm was completely around her shoulders. He pulled her a little closer to him, a little more into the middle of the bench. This wasn't how Dean Winchester dealt with women. He never apologized. Even when he was a complete and total ass. He just didn't do this…

"Okay," Christine whispered, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I mean it," Dean said, his fingers warm along her jawline. "Jo is your friend. You just threw me when you used the pet name, so I listened to make sure you weren't talking to Joel or some other guy that way. I can see why you and Jo use them."

"They work," She said with a nod, trying desperately to remain focused on anything but the way her body seemed to fit deliciously in his was a dream. It had to be, Dean Winchester was apologizing, He came closer still, until his lips were almost touching hers.

Before his lips touched hers he whispered, "This is okay, right?" Never had a woman made him babble so much.

"Shut up Winchester and just kiss me already!" Christine warned, her fingers delving into his short hair.

The kiss was intense. She could feel heat pooling between her thighs where she'd dropped her phone and felt his gaze earlier. He bit her bottom lip, pulling her closer, away from the door so he could lay her down on the bench seat. His lips trailed fiery kisses down her throat to her collarbone as he loomed over her. One of His hands left her hair, ghosting over her shoulder and collarbone to rest at her waist. His fingers began teasing the flesh just below her waistband at her hip.

"Dean," Christine panted, drawing his gaze back up to her face. "I'm so tired I can't hardly think straight."

Dean smiled, making her insides turn to liquid, "This doesn't require thinking." He placed a kiss to the soft flesh he had exposed at her waist.

Christine smiled knowingly, he was trying to drown his hurt and grief in her body. It was fine, she could take it. She also knew that if she let Dean take her now, he'd never forgive himself. Dean was definitely a hopeless romantic at heart. Their friendship would be shattered if she let him continue. "No," Christine said softly. Dean's lips immediately left her flesh and he looked up at her.

"No?" Dean asked as she sat up, her hand cupping his jaw.

She nodded, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his stunned lips. "No." She breathed over his parted lips. "Dean, I need you. You think you need me. I'm willing to be patient enough as to not let your grief dictate whether we-"

"But-" Dean protested with a groan, he almost sounded like he was in pain. She placed a finger over his lips.

"We've only just started over. It's only been two weeks Dean! Before that it was ten years. Let's not fuck it all to hell, okay?" Christine whispered, sitting back against the bench seat, untangling herself from his arms. She really cared about him. "This life is too unpredictable for me to just lose myself in the moment. I don't think I'll survive you leaving again," She took a chance and glanced at him, He looked a little hurt. She took a deep breath and continued, "especially not after we, well after you and I have, well you know…" She trailed off, crossing her arms and staring out the windshield.

He could tell she was having trouble coming out and saying it, "sex, Chris. After you and I have sex." Dean finished for her with a smirk. Christine was different alright, and it drove him wild.

Christine felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. At least now she knew she was just another conquest. Asking Dean Winchester to commit to something was like asking him to cut off his right arm.

He let out an exasperated sigh, "Son of a bitch." He sat back against the seat, his left arm resting along the back, the other skimming the back of his neck. Maybe she was right, maybe sex between them would be something different. Did he really want to risk their friendship? Christine could tell he was trying to figure out what to say. "Look, I ah. I usually don't do this type of thing. I'm used to-"

"Getting in and getting out." Christine spat, filling in his words crudely, her eyes flashing with anger. "And never looking back, right? I get it."

"No, Chris. I don't think you do." Dean said coldly, his anger rising, "I've just lost my Dad for Christ's sake. And you and I-" He barked a bitter laugh, "You and I are just like when I was sixteen."

"You say it like it's a bad thing," She shot back with a shy grin, her anger relenting. "You forget I know what you're feeling. Unfortunately that hole doesn't quite go away no matter how many things you try to fill it with." His eyes glittered at her in the darkness.

He could tell she was being honest. Not many people admitted to failure that easily. He sighed, "Yeah, here I thought I finally had a chance to help you find out what this life was like with a Dad and I go and lose-" He stopped and shook his head. "I've screwed up enough in my life. I don't want to screw this up." He whispered, his fingers playing with a few curls that had come loose from her braid.

Christine glanced at the clock, 12:10AM. "Its late. I'm tired. You're tired. We've got Sam in the same room as us, that should help us behave, right Winchester?" She yawned with a wink. Dean smiled, pushing open the passenger door. Christine exited the driver's side and went to the trunk to retrieve her duffle bag. She might be a hunter, but she was still a woman. Soap and clean clothes were a welcomed necessity.

Dean shut the trunk and followed her up to the room, opening the door and ushering her inside. The bathroom light was left on, giving the room a dim lit glow. Sam was already sprawled out in the bed closest to the door, his tall frame taking up most of the mattress. Dean shot her a his best puppy dog eyes look. "Fine," she mouthed, earning a signature Winchester grin complete with a wink. Dean disappeared into the bathroom while she sorted through her bag for a few toiletries and pajamas. The shower came on and ran a little longer than usual for Dean. She settled on the couch, going over the set list she had written while doing surveillance on the boys. The water shut off and Christine gathered her things. A few minutes later he reappeared, clad in a pair of boxers and nothing else. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him in the doorway. She swallowed thickly and made her way past him into the tiny room. Before she could change her mind, she quickly shut the door and leaned against it. God dammit, he was attractive.

Dean sat on the edge of bed for a moment, listening to the lack of movement in the bathroom. He could read all over her face that if Sam wasn't in this room, they wouldn't be sleeping for at least an hour. He wondered what it would be like to hunt with just her. Sam was the best hunter he knew besides his father. Christine showed that she had the guts to face a creature and keep her cool while avoiding authorities. He knew she was a fighter from their training sessions growing up. A few years back, it was nice to hear and now finally witness that she'd embraced the life like he had.

June 22, 2003

"Christine Elliott? Great hunter, but truth be told, she's insane." The man behind the bar said, " A real looker though," He offered with a smile.

Dean sat at the end of the bar, somewhere in middle of nowhere Pennsylvania nursing a beer. He'd just hunted down a monster in a little village along the bay in New York, he wasn't sure what to call the thing. He took the monster down, only to discover a young boy in the house. The boy looked to be completely normal, so he left him unharmed and drove all night.

"Insane? Why'd you say that?" Dean asked, staring at his reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. I wonder if Christine would consider me a looker…He thought, studying the fine lines that had begun to form around his eyes.

"Well, for starters, she hunts alone." The bartender said, "A woman should never hunt alone. Not trying to be sexist, just think it's asking for trouble is all."

Dean nodded, taking a swig of beer, winking at a woman who was smiling at him at the other end of the bar.

"Why'd you ask?" The guy prodded, wiping down the glossy wood surface.

"I knew her when we were kids." Dean said, polishing off the bottle.

"Really? I hear she's up in Sioux Falls, living with that crazy old drunk-"

"Bobby Singer." Dean finished with a nod. Good to hear she was still at Bobby's. Maybe there was a chance he'd get to see her again.

The bartender nodded, "Yeah, great hunter, but he's definitely crazy."

"Aren't we all?" Dean said standing up, placing a few bills on the bar. "Thanks."

During his trip down memory lane he managed to get into bed, laying on the half closest to the door and Sam. He just started to drift off when Christine emerged from the bathroom. Her outfit told him she wasn't anticipating having to share a bed with him. She wore a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants. He discovered from the few nights they spent together she was quite the cold sleeper. Definitely a great comfort since he always slept so hot. She climbed into bed, facing away from him. He took the opportunity to spoon her, "Relax Chris, try to get some sleep." he whispered in her ear.

"God dammit!" Christine swore under her breath after a few moments. With Dean pressed up against her, the sweats she wore were becoming like a sauna. She sat up and pulled the sweatshirt up over her head revealing a simple black tank top, and from the delightful bounce of her breasts, Dean ventured, no bra. "This is so friggin' embarrassing!" She exclaimed in a whisper as she stood up and stripped off the sweatpants. Red lacy underwear toyed with his imagination as she climbed back into bed.

Dean decided that just because they were keeping their hands to themselves, didn't mean he couldn't tell her how delicious she looked, "The things I would do to you if Sammy wasn't in the next bed." His breath hot in her ear as he continued, "I've thought about touching you, about getting you alone, all to myself…"

His voice alone was doing things to her she'd only ever read about. Her insides felt like they had burst into flame. Christine swallowed a moan of frustration, "Dean,' She breathed, pushing back against his chest and hips, grinding hesitantly against his arousal she felt pressing into her ass.

The hell with keeping his hands to himself, "Shhhh," He urged gently, she could feel lips form into a smile against her bare shoulder. His right hand left her waist and smoothed down her hip to play with the waist band of her panties.

Christine's mind raced. She felt conflicted about letting Dean touch her like this, yet it felt so damn good. She heard Jo's voice inside her head, 'live a little Christine, you need to lighten up.'

Deans left hand came around her neck to rest lightly over her mouth. "Just a little precaution," He whispered into her ear, his tongue tracing the outer shell while he waggled his fingers, showing her what he meant, "I have a feeling you're a screamer."

Christine couldn't help the whimper that escaped her throat. She felt her cheeks flame.

"I like screamers," Dean said roughly. Using his hand to tilt her head so he could claim her mouth with his own, stifling her scream of panic mixed with pleasure as his other hand slid lower. His forefinger stroked her folds softly, they had already begun to glisten. "Oh, already a little wet, " He hummed turning her head gently away from him again, his hand still covering her mouth. "Do you like that, baby?" He asked, continuing to stroke her.

Christine was losing herself in the way he pressed up against her, softly grinding his arousal against her. Maybe it was having Sam was only yards away, or it was the fact she'd never even done this to herself let alone let a man touch her this way that made this feel surreptitious and surreal. Her mind began to melt as his fingers parted her. This was completely new territory. She nodded minutely and continued to pressed back against him urgently. She was rewarding with a groan and a low chuckle. He pulled away for a moment, offering her his first finger. She shook with the weight of the moment and took his digit in her mouth, sucking lightly. This earned her a deep groan that reverberated through his chest, she went still, trying to be mindful of Sam in the bed next to them.

Dean pressed his lips to her ear, "How about this?" He returned to her liquid hot center, inserting the newly christened digit. Christine's entire body went still. Then he slowly withdrew his finger, causing her entire body to pulse with pleasure. He continued stroking for a few moments, gently grazing her clit with his thumb.

Christine turned her head, her left had coming up to pull his face down to hers so she could kiss his lips hungrily. Dean deepened the kiss while increasing his ministrations. They parted to breathe, Christine swallowing moan after moan of pleasure, biting her lip. Dean added a second finger, skimming over just the right spot, causing her walls to spasm. His thumb continued to circle her clit, and her whole body shuddered and keened with pleasure.

"Oh, you're so close, baby," he crooned in her ear, his breathing become as ragged as her own, "This feeling, don't try to hold on to it. Let go, baby, let go." He urged gently, his right hand turning her head again so he could claim her mouth as he felt her nearing the edge of oblivion. Dean fought to keep his own arousal in check. She was driving him crazy. "That's it baby, come for me." He murmured against her mouth, "Come for me, Chris." At the sound of her name on his lips, Christine toppled over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He swallowed her cry of ecstasy and kissed her softly as the afterglow settled in. Dean turned onto his back, bringing her with him. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them gently. "Mmmm, you taste even better than I imagined." He purred in her ear, his nose nuzzling her hair.

Christine's cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but she couldn't wipe the smile of satisfaction of her face. She turned over, facing him. She took a deep breath and reached out her left hand in search of the evidence of his arousal. She'd at least read about sex, and watched a few R rated movies. Jo talked about it like it was the best thing since Jaeger both shared an unhealthy love of Jaegermeister. She felt his hardness, and stroked her fingers down his entire length. She'd never had a face to face encounter with an erect penis before, but instinct told her this one was big.

Dean watched Christine relax into the afterglow, heck maybe her first afterglow ever. He hadn't planned on getting so incredibly turned on by getting her off like that. He couldn't help himself, he needed to touch her, to make her understand how much he wanted her. His erection was at full mast and Christine reached out for it. He let out a low hiss as her fingers stroked his length through the fabric. Her eyes grew wide as his hips bucked towards her touch. "Careful there baby girl," Dean warned, his gaze hot and heavy lidded. Suddenly Sam turned over with a grunt. Both lovers froze, Dean stilling her hand with his own. Sam let loose a sigh and his breathing evened out again. "So much for Sammy helping us behave." Dean quipped, letting go of her hand, rolling over on top of her. He kneed her legs apart, settling his weight on top of her, letting her feel his erection against her core. Her eyes drifted closed and she bit her lip. He leaned down and claimed her mouth in a few long, searing kisses. He lifted himself off her, and she immediately felt bereft of the intimacy they had just shared. He leaned down, settling the covers around her. "Get some sleep, sweetness." He kissed her temple and disappeared into the bathroom. The shower coming on told her he was just as turned on and restless as she felt when she initially got into bed. With a soft smile playing at her lips she drifted into dreamland.

Dean stood under the freezing cold spray, letting the water deluge across his face. Dear sweet Lord have mercy. He'd gotten plenty of women off like that before, but he'd never almost come in his pants while doing it. Christine brought him to a new level of arousal without even trying, imagined if she did try…He knew it was only a matter of time before he lost complete control. Her firm, supple body was maddening, the way she responded so shamelessly left him breathless. He had to keep himself in check. He didn't want to rush her and fuck this up. Shutting off the shower, he stepped out and quickly dried off. He returned to the bedroom to find Christine fast asleep. He slid under the covers and settled next to her. As if sensing his presence, she rolled towards him, settling against him, leg thrown over his, pretty blonde head pillowed on his chest. He sighed, closing his eyes. This was going to be some adventure.

from the author's desk…

Caught Up In You - .38 Special - I think this might be the perfect song for Dean and Christine in this moment. This song makes me smile, and I think Dean has fallen harder for Chris than he thought he would.

I need to stop making promises. Next chapter, we're finally back at the Roadhouse, a little mix of day drinking, nap time and after party for your enjoyment.

xoxo

Lumora the White