I just shook my head, and he continued. He dragged his tongue over my clitoris and I shuttered in pleasure. He'd never done that before, and it drove me wild—so wild that I wished he would have stopped, but he didn't, and he wouldn't let me move either.

His grip was tight on me, and whenever I would try to wiggle away, he would just pull me back. I writhed with panic again, and winced as he continued to use his tongue in a different way than I had ever imagined.

Finally, he moved back up to my face, and by that time, I could feel his member creating tension in his jeans. It was my turn. I pushed him onto his back, and let his jeans loose, pulling them off of him with his boxer briefs… I looked up at him while I pulled it out, and gently stroked him up and down.

Forcefully, he guided my mouth right onto him. That was the most control Dean had put himself in ever since we first had sex… I sort of like it when he was rough. I couldn't see that sticking, though. He probably just needed to get out some anger…

Before I let him get too far, I straddled him again, and started to kiss my way around his neck and shoulders. He lifted me, and guided me onto his length, pushing me down hard. I winced in pain, but it hurt so good.

"Come on baby, make it hurt so good," I said playfully.

He looked up at me. "That's my girl!"

I leaned back, and pulled him on top of me so that his warm body was closely pinned against mine. He propped himself up with his arms, and started to thrust in an irregular rhythm. He was being awfully rough with me that night. It was strange, because usually he was gentle, but this new side of him was very pleasing.

The more time went by, the harder and faster he pounded. He put his head down, and rested it on my shoulder, but never stopped. He blew hot air into my ear, and then nibbled on it a little, engulfing me in goose bumps.

After that, he moved back to my lips and kissed me passionately before he pulled out. After he finished, we cleaned up in the shower together, and then went to bed, waiting to welcome the next day.

I slept a lot better with Dean next to me… or perhaps I slept better because of the events prior to going to bed… whatever the case, I was glad to be back with him. I missed Maggie though, and hoped she would understand why I left…

I woke up before Dean's alarm clock, and slipped out of the bed, avoiding waking him. I looked over to see Sammy fast asleep in his bed, tangled in the blankets. I love you, big bro I thought. He looked so much like a kid—so innocent when he slept.

I rummaged through my bag, and found the velvet box. The ring inside of it taunted me, and I smiled. I slowly took it out, and slipped it on my right ring finger. As I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at it, I thought back to when I first developed a thing for Dean…

"Shut up, Dean… I wasn't talking to you…" I said to him.

"Easy, fido… I'm just trying to help." He scoffed, and turned the other way.

"Listen, if I wanted you around… I'd say so. Get out of here…" I said.

"Come on, we both know that as soon as Dad dropped you on Bobby, you missed me…" he said cockily.

I death glared at him out of pure teenage angst. It was true, I did miss him when I left, but he was a jerk. "Yeah, and we both know that as soon as I turned sixteen, you started looking at me like a piece of meat."

"So what if I did?" he asked. "I can't help it. It's not like you're blood…" He looked at me with that perverted smirk of his.

"You're gross," I uttered.

"Come on, Indi…" he said, and scooted close to me as we sat on the couch in Bobby's empty house.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I asked, disgusted. We were alone at Bobby's.

Sam was at a friend's house back in Lawrence, and Dean and John had come to visit Maggie and I at Bobby's.

Maggie was putting in some hours at the ranch, and Bobby and John were on a hunt that they deemed unnecessary for Dean and I to tag along on.

Dean started to freak me out a little… "Jail bait!" I said, referring to myself.

"Come on, you know you like it…" he said, trailing off as he leaned in to kiss my neck.

"Dean!" I said, a bit frustrated.

He backed up. "Come on, Indi… I see the way you look at me..." What a dick… he had no idea what I thought of him.

He was looking at me with a non-Dean expression. There was lust in his aura, but there was also some passion. He looked in my eyes, almost looking through me. Could he know?

I tried to look as un-interested as I could, but I soon realized my un-interested look had turned into curiosity. He saw my attitude change, and started to move in again. Frozen in my place, I couldn't move away. My breath got fast, and so did his. As he sat to my right, he placed his hands on my waist, and turned me towards him, leaning down, and touching his lips to my neck.

That was a feeling I had never felt before. My whole body shuddered and was instantly covered in goose bumps. My eyelids fell closed, and without trying, I put my hands on his shoulders. I had no idea what to expect, and this was all a first for me.

I'd never kissed anyone before, but there he was, making out with my neck… It was unlike anything I'd ever felt. He reached his hands around my back, and pulled me close to him. He breathed hot air into my ear, and I let out a shaky breath. "Dean, stop that…" I said.

"Shh, just go with it, Indi," he said. He looked me in the eyes, and smiled. "Just relax."

He pushed a strand of my hair back behind my ear, and when his fingers touched my skin, my stomach flipped. I felt weird, not being mad at him. It really felt weird that instead of picking on me, he was trying to seduce me or something. He leaned in, and touched his forehead to mine with a smile.

"Indi, I wanna be your first everything…"

My eyes widened, and I backed away. "Dean…" I said, shaking my head.

"No, I mean… not now. E-eventu—you know what, forget I said anything…"

I looked down, and felt even more awkward. I liked the way his skin felt against mine, the way his warmth comforted me. I'd never thought of Dean that way before. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I always resented him in some way. I wanted to feel that way again though. It intrigued me.

I looked up at him again, as he was looking awkwardly at his pendant necklace. When he met my gaze, I was staring rather intently. With a smile, he placed his necklace back over his head, and moved towards me again. This time, I didn't retreat.

I closed my eyes, and made a kissy face, which was rather embarrassing because Dean laughed. I opened my eyes, confused. "Don't make a face," he said softly. "Just relax." He took my face in his hands, and looked from my eyes to my lips and back again. He smiled softly, and tilted his head a little, pressing his lips to mine. They were warm and soft, and they were everything I'd imagined them to be… Yeah, I'll admit it. Dean was right, I did look at him 'that way.'

Dean pulled away a few inches, and we both opened our eyes again. I let out a short breath, and looked down, smiling like a mad woman. "See? I'm not all that bad…" he said.

I smiled, and looked up at him. "No," I started hesitantly. "I guess not."

"Wanna know something?" he asked.

"What?"

"Neither are you…" he said, tipping his head back a little, and reaching his arm across the back of the couch behind me. He set his hand on my shoulder, and pulled me closer to him. His body against mine sent butterflies through my entire torso. I wondered if it was just that I had never experienced that before, or of it was the fact that it was Dean…

Dean Winchester stole my heart that night. He was gone the next morning, and I didn't hear from any of the Winchesters for two years. It could only be assumed that Dean had been with all sorts of girls in his time away. He was that type of guy that every girl could swoon over. In most cases, they were blonde bimbos, but my feelings for him were more than just lust. Hell, I wasn't sure I even knew what lust was at that time… I had saved myself for him. After he left, I came to the conclusion that I wanted him to be my first everything too.

"Mornin' baby," he said, sitting up in the bed.

I lowered my hand, and tried not to make it obvious what I was looking at. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me back so that I was lying in his lap. He took my right hand, and looked at the ring.

"I thought you would've gotten that…" he mused. He leaned forward, and looked at me, upside down, into my eyes.

"Why this?" I asked. "You really think your mom would want me to have it?"

Dean said nothing. All he did was take the ring off of my right ring finger, and switched it over to my left ring finger, and then he got up and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower…

I had no idea what to do or say…