Dean slams the door as he comes back into the motel room. Carmen doesn't turn away from folding her clothes in her duffel.
"So, what, you're not even going to look at me now?" He spits. So he's starting with this bullshit already. "That's great, Carmen, that's exactly how we're going to resolve this. By not talking. You can't just hold everything in, you have to talk to me!"
"Why?" She spins around. "I don't want to talk about it, ever! He's gone, Sam left, talking about it isn't going to bring him back here. All you're doing is making me feel worse, is that what you want?"
"No, of course not, but you can't keep this shit bottled up Carmen! Why can't you just admit that it's killing you?" He advances on her.
"Of course it's killing me! But you know what's making it worse, Dean? You! Talking and yelling and constantly LEAVING!" She shoves into his chest. "I need you, don't you get that? Stop fucking running away every time we fight! You being here is the only thing that can help me. I love you, so fucking much, but every time you walk out that door it makes me HATE YOU!" She shoves him harder and he slams into the wall.
There's a fire burning behind Dean's eyes and tears stinging Carmen's. She tries to land another hit to his chest, but he snatches her wrists and spins her around to hit the wall. He pins her there with his whole body.
And then Dean is kissing her. It's a hard, passionate, all consuming kiss, and Carmen is lost. Dean's mouth dominates hers as his tongue flits inside her mouth and he sucks her bottom lip. She wraps both her arms and legs around him, and he presses her hard against the wall. She clutches at the hairs on the back of his neck and forces herself closer to him, wanting to melt into him.
Dean's hands wrap around her tiny waist, squeezing her in a way that should be painful, and yet she wants him to grab her tighter. He pushes his hips against hers and she can feel him getting hard inside his jeans, rubbing her, teasing her, making her moan into his mouth.
Suddenly he pulls her away from the wall and throws her on the bed. He yanks off his shirt and ravishes her mouth again. He tares her shirt off and his lips are on her chest. He teases her with his hands, biting and sucking with his mouth. She reaches down to undo his zipper and his jeans fall to the floor.
He rears up, grabs her hips and yanks her to the edge of the bed so her legs are hanging off. He peels off her jeans and panties, and kneels in front of her. He grips her knees and spreads her legs, and then his head is between her things.
She can't keep herself quiet, her moans and squeals urging him on.
Finally, finally, Dean rips off his own boxers and climbs on the bed to loom over her. She kisses his stomach and licks his chest. Dean runs his hand from the nape of her neck down between her legs. She falls back, and he presses his body against hers.
"Dean, pleaseā¦" She whispers.
So Dean slowly slips into her, making her breath catch. They move together, keeping a frantic rhythm. Dean is rough, but that's how she needs him to be and she meets him for every stroke. He is gasping for breath as his head comes down next to hers.
It doesn't take long for either of them to finish. Carmen wraps her arms around him as he lets himself fall over her. Sweat rolls off of him and tickles Carmen's chest. They both fight to catch their breath.
Dean rolls over and pulls Carmen on top of him. She falls into a peaceful sleep with her head resting on his chest.
