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After a rather "hot" shower and much needed rest, the trio heads to battle…
Brooklyn let the hot water warm her chilled body breathing deep and slowly. She had let her mind go and relax as tomorrow would be a battle. As she stood there oblivious to her surroundings, she did not hear the door open and the soft treading of bare feet upon the tile floor. Dean silently entered the shower seeing her back turned to him. He took in the naked form before him. She turned with her eyes still closed just letting the hot steady flow wash over her.
Brooklyn sensed someone in the shower and that someone was Dean. She pretended that she wasn't aware of his presence as he stood there ogling her naked body like a horny teenager. She tilted her head back into the water running her hands through her wet hair. She knew that Dean was beside himself with lust watching her. But tonight would not be that night. Not yet. Dean inched closer to her putting his hands on her toned waist. Brooklyn felt herself moving in to his body feeling her warmth being transferred to his cold form. She opened her eyes pulling him back towards the water. He leaned in taking her mouth within his. He deepened the kiss running his tongue within her mouth which caused her to make a small moan. She reached down grabbing his tight ass loving the way it felt beneath her hands. Dean could feel himself getting rather aroused by her hands being so low and so close. He broke contact turning her around. He ran his hands down her wet body sending shivers through her body. She raised her arms running her fingers through his wet hair. He leaned his head down kissing her neck hearing her moan under his touch.
Dean was content with how they were in the shower. He just wanted to feel her wet naked body up against his as his hands traversed every curve of her frame. He wanted her, there was no doubt about that but tonight though he would settle for this. Just being with her was enough for him at this point. Brooklyn turned around gently gripping his erection and stroking it in a firm yet gentle manner. Dean tilted his head back at the touch. He stood there legs shaking as she continued her movement. He had pleasured himself in the shower many times but this. This was so much better than when he did it. The gentleness of her grip and the slow steady strokes she applied. If she kept it up he was going to come, but maybe that was the idea.
Not wanting to think he was being selfish, Dean slid his hand between them until he reached her clit and began to trace a finger on and around it. This sent shiver upon shiver down Brooklyn's spine as he continued rubbing her. She wrapped an arm around his waist steadying herself in his grip. Seeing this as a good sign, he went further inserting two fingers in her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Brooklyn increased the speed of her strokes causing him to thrust his hips with each stroke. Brooklyn could feel the beginnings of her orgasm building as he continued to touch the spot over and over. She tried to keep it in not wanting things to end but her body had other ideas. Dean grinned as she screamed his name feeling her tighten up and thrusting her hips as his fingers pumped in and out of her.
"Shhhh…It's okay, Brooklyn I have ya…Just let it go baby" he whispered in her ear as she continued to ride out her release. Dean soon felt his own climax building as she once again began stroking him faster. Dean retrieved his hand and gripped her waist as she continued working him over. She was a few more strokes away from making him come. Brooklyn felt his body shake as he came in her hand. Dean grabbed her hair gently placing his head in her shoulder as wave after wave of sexual bliss overcame him. He could only moan and whimper as he felt his sexual high begin to decrease.
Brooklyn looked at him holding his face in her hands. His green eyes half shut as he was still in the grip of what appeared to be a rather intense orgasm.
"Are you alright, Dean?" she asked looking deep into those green depths. He managed a small smile and nodded his head at her. Accepting that as he was fine, she kissed his lips before grabbing the cloth and soap to clean up the both of them. She made him turn around as she lathered his back side then raised his arms to get beneath each arm. Maneuvering around the shower, Dean stood in the water as she washed his front side paying special attention to certain areas as she was gentle and loving in her cleaning. Satisfied he was clean; Brooklyn took the cloth to her own body. But before she could even start on one arm, Dean had cloth in his hand and lathered up the cloth as he wanted to return the favor.
He started with her shoulders and neck gently washing her soft skin. Dean then moved lower lathering her slender arms and abs. He ran the cloth slowly up her arm cleaning underneath and then repeated for the other arm. Brooklyn raised her arms up for him as he ran the fabric up and then down.
Applying more soap, he traced the curves of her hips and stomach down the legs and up the calves. He saved the best for last as he placed the cloth between her legs and ever so gently cleaned her sweet spot. She bent her legs slightly so he could run the cloth around and in between each fold and curve ensuring she was thoroughly clean. Together they stood beneath the water letting the suds and soap wash away. Dean leaned in kissing her under the water. This was one shower she was never going to forget and neither would he. He pulled back and reached for the shampoo. It was her favorite scent, Japanese Cherry Blossom and he had to admit he loved the scent upon her. He poured a small amount in his hand and turned back to her. Brooklyn stood away from the water as Dean worked the gel like substance into a rich lather. He lovingly ran his fingers through her hair massaging her scalp which made her relax. He continued working her scalp over until his fingers began to cramp. He guided Brooklyn under the water tilting her head back to rinse the cleanser away. Once her hair was free of the last suds, Dean turned the water off. Brooklyn rang her hair out of excess water as Dean retrieved a towel and proceeded to dry her off.
"You don't have to do that, Dean. I can get it" she said looking down at him. Dean looked back up shaking his head and grinning at her.
"I want to, Brook. You have done so much for me that I want to take care of you" he responded as he continued working his way up her body. He was gentle around the zone as she called it and then picked the pace up over the rest of her body. Once she was dry, Dean gave her the towel as she dried her hair out and he dried his own body off.
Dressing in her sleep clothes, Brooklyn finished drying her auburn mane as she sat on the bed. Dean was channel surfing while finishing off what was left of the pie. Only Dean Winchester would consume dessert after some serious fooling around in the shower, she thought as she continued drying off her hair. She tossed the towel aside and brushed out her hair and put it on the stand. She moved back up against the headboard pulling the covers up and out. She was feeling rather tired and was ready for a good night's sleep. Dean turned around to see her settling in and flipped off the TV and crawled beneath the soft clean sheets next to her. He snuggled in close to her as she extended her arms out to him. Dean was only more than happy to fill that empty space as he enclosed her body with his. She looked up at him kissing him before sleep could come and take her away. He looked at the grey set of eyes that peered from above the blankets and couldn't help but to smile. He could feel himself falling deeper for her as they lay there holding onto one another.
"Goodnight, Brook. I love you and won't let anything happen to you" he promised.
From underneath the blankets Dean heard this "I love you too, Dean."
With their foreheads pressed against one another's, sleep paid its nightly visit to the hunters.
The next morning Dean woke up with Brooklyn still firmly in place in his arms. He gently shook her awake and kissed her lips.
"Brook, come on we need to get moving, sweetheart. We need to vanquish one evil spirit."
Brooklyn sat up and threw the covers off her. She realized her shirt had risen up and over exposing one of her breasts. Dean raised an eyebrow grinning at the sight. She hurriedly pulled down her shirt and rushed off to the shower. Dean quickly followed her lead and proceeded to join her. This time the shower wasn't as long for they had a job to do.
Just as the pair was dressed and packed to go, Sam knocked on the door. Dean jumped up and unlocked it letting his brother in. Sam looked around the room hoping he didn't see any remnants of anything that may have gone on the night before. Seeing as nothing was around, he faced Dean and Brooklyn.
"Ready?"
They nodded in sync as Dean grabbed the bags and together they headed out to meet Robert. On the way they stopped through a fast food place grabbing food. As the boys ate, Brooklyn nursed her yogurt and fruit mix anticipating the day that lay ahead of them. The snow had finally ceased as all of Detroit lay hidden in a deep layer of pure soft white snow. It was a beautiful sight as across the river Canada came into view. Brooklyn had never been to Canada but she had been to Mexico several times on vacation. She silently vowed to go to Canada someday as they turned away from the river and headed west out of downtown.
Dean finished off his coffee and placed the trash in the to go bag on the floor. Sam handed over his trash so no mess would be in the immaculate Impala. Brooklyn looked ahead as the house began to loom over the horizon. Brooklyn began to feel a very dark and foreboding feeling settle over her as they neared the house. This was not going to be an easy job.
Robert sat on the front porch as the Impala pulled up. He stood to meet the three hunters as they emerged from the car. Robert trotted down the wooden steps and shook hands with all three hunters. As he met eyes with Brooklyn she saw concern in his eyes.
"Young lady, I'm sure you are aware of this ghost's tendencies but you are treading on dangerous ground when you set foot inside the house."
Brooklyn merely looked back as she replied to his warning "Robert, I have dealt with the paranormal for a number of years and will not let a cowardly phantom scare me. I have fought much worse and scarier things than this" she nodded her head at the house. Suddenly she jerked her head up to see the entity staring down at her with cold, empty and hateful eyes. Its face contorted into a look of pure evil and malice. If that thing though it was going to scare her off it had another thing coming.
Brooklyn turned to gather their bags from the trunk never taking her eyes off the figure in the window. This was one battle she would win.
Dean and Sam looked up at the window and saw nothing. But Brooklyn could it as clear as day as it continued to stare her down. Peeling her eyes away from the entity, she turned to Dean and Sam.
"Ready?" she asked.
"And where do you think you're going? You're staying out here remember?" Dean reminded her placing a hand on her chest. Brooklyn stood there staring back at him.
"Dean, I just got a good reading on this thing and it's strong and it's been waiting for us. It knew we were coming. You're going to need me in there, Dean" she said firmly as she had made up her mind.
Dean knew he wouldn't win this battle but he didn't want to put her in the line of fire either.
"You better have plenty of protection on you, Brook" he said relenting to her.
"Don't I always?" she said with a grin. Dean and Sam made sure she was in between them as they entered the house. Robert prayed that they would make it and that his family would find peace.
Ok ok I promise that they will oh so be doing the deed next chap!
