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Warning – this chapter contains a lemon. Please don't read if your not old enough!

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BPoV:

As confused as I was when Dean recommended that Charlie slept with them I realized very quickly what was going on when John came behind me when I was in the kitchen alone getting a glass of water.

He wraped his arms around my waist and started to kiss my neck.

I moaned when his lips reached that special spot of mine, right behind my ear.

John always knew how to play my body.

I turned in his arms pulled his head down and kissed him with all the passion I restrained for almost a month.

His hands slided to my ass whitch he squeezed and he lifted me up and sat me on the counter.

I wraped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer to me.

For a few minutes all I knew was John. John around me, his hands all over me, his tongue playing with mine.

At the creak of the door I finally remembered we were in the midlle of the kitchen. A kitchen that is not ours. In a house where we weren't alone in.

John realized the same thing.

»We should go upstairs.« He whispered huskily. I just noded, I couldn't talk.

With my agreement he swept me in his arms and carried me bridal style to our bedroom.

As soon as we were in the room the door was closed and I found myself pinned to it. John pressing himself tight to me.

I could feel his whole body. I was so hyper aware of his every muscle. I couldn't stop myself from running my hands down his sholders and arms to his abs. I paused at his waist, just touching his belt buckle.

We stood there our bodies pressed together, both panting. Our breath mixed as we stared in eachothers eyes with love and lust.

He lifted me up and I wraped myself around him. I wanted to consume him.

John laid me down to the bed and covered me with his body.

Slowly he took of my shirt followedimmediately by my bra. He kissed down my neck to my breast where he laped my niple with his tounge, the other breast got the same attention.

I pulled him back up to me by his hair and engaged him in a kiss full of teeth and tongues and divested him of his shirt.

We were both still in our jeans but we couldn't stop moving against eachother.

Finally John had enough. He stood up and striped his jeans. I tried to help him, I really did but he was suddenly super fast. I didn't even open my jeans enough to take them off when he was back, his hands on mine pulling off my jeans including my panties.

He kissed all the way up my legs, my torso to my lips.

»Baby, I can't wait anymore.« he told me.

I was having the same thoughts. As he was saying that I was pushing him off me and on his back.

When he was fully sheathed in me I let out a long moan. He felt so good.

John groaned as I started to move.

Slowly at first then it started to ascalate. John grabed my hips and helped me move, he griped me so hard I'll probably have bruises. I didn't give a damn.

»Fuck.« John moaned. »Look at you baby, you're gushing.«

He fliped us over and slamed himself back inside me.

»Harder, John!« and »Please!« were the only words I was capable of, with the occasional »Yes!« thrown in.

With this rate I won't last, it's been too long.

»Come for me my Belle.« John ordered me.

That was all I needed. I came hard. »Oh, John!« escaped my lips as I spasmed around him and he let out a deep long groan.

John collapsed beside me and I curled on his chest.

I had the best sleep I had in a while.

I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. John was still sleeping soundly under me, so I detangled myself from him, gave him a small kiss and dragged my plesantly sore body to the bathroom for a shower.

»Morning.« I heard from Dean when he came in the kitchen twenty minutes after me, carrying Charlie on his hip.

»Hey, did he wake you?« I asked him and gave my Charlie a kiss on the head. »Good morning my sweet one. Were you a good boy for Dean and Sam?«

»Mowning mommy. Tamy still sleeping. De an ewly biwd, like Chawlie.«

»It seems so baby. Are you hungry? Would you rather have your cereal or pancakes?« I already knew, there was no way Charlie would miss an opportunity to eat pancakes.

»Pancake!« Both him and Dean were jumping up and down chanting »Pancakes, pancakes…« together.

»Daddy!« Charlie yelled when John came in to the kitchen. »Mommy make pancakes!«

»Is she now?« He gave Charlie a kiss on the head, Dean a pat on the sholder and came to me to give me a nice juicy kiss on the lips.

Dean made a gagging noise.

John smiled against my lips. »Chocolate chip?« He asked as he moved away to get coffee.

I noded. »And strawberry.«

Sam and Bobby joined us just as I was putting food on the table.

By the way Sam was avoiding looking at me and John I'm guessing he heard us last night and judging by the amused look on Johns face, he knew they heard us too.

Smug bastard!

The men in the family were reading newspapers, Charlie in Johns lap looking at pictures. I would help search for cases, but I really didn't know what to look for.

»Shit.« John cursed.

Charlie was right behind him. »Swit! Swit!«

»John!« I exclaimed. »Come on!«

»Sorry, Belle.« he was sheepish. »But I found something.«

The boys were immediately around him, their noses in the newspaper John was reading.

»Dean, where's my journal?«

»I have it in my jacket pocket. I'll go get it.«

Dean came back minutes later, he reluctantly handed John a brown notebook.

»I kind of grew attached to it.« He admitted.

John smiled. »Don't worry son. You'll get it back. I just need to check something.«

He turned a few pages in the journal. »There.« He tapped a finger on the page. »See. It's the same asylum.« He pulled the paper closer.

It turned out there was a haunted asylum in Rockford, Illinois. A police man came home after a visit in it and killed his wife and then himself.

»We should check it out.« Dean suggested. »What do you think Sammy?«

Sam wasn't as thrilled it showed, but he noded anyway. »Yeah, I guess.«

»You don't have to go Sam.« I told him.

I think that was the wrong thing to say because all of the mens eyes were on me. Looking at me like I lost my damn mind.

»It's not that. I just. I need to find the thing that killed Jess.« Sam admited.

»We have no trace, Sam. We won't be killing it while you're gone.« John comforted him in his own strange way. »You two can leave tomorrow, so we still have a day together.«

Johns decision suprised both boys, me to if I'm being honest.

Sam, Dean and John were outside working on the Impala and I heard them laughing and talking through the open window in the living room where Charlie and I were playing with building blocks.

Sudenly I heard a strange sound like a bird. Like flapping feathers.

I looked up and there stood a man in a trench coat. In the midlle of the living room.

»John!« I screamed at the same time I grabed Charlie and pulled him behind me.

John, Dean, Sam and Bobby all bursted in the living room all of them armed.

»Wait!« Something was wrong.

I looked at the man. »You're the one that saved me from Victoria.«

He noded.

»Who…What are you?« I thought that was a bit rude way to fraze a question, but he was the one to come in uninvited.

»I am Castiel, an angel of the lord.« The man said in the same time big shadowed wings formed behind him.

Well, shit.

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