AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This one is also dedicated to my sick darling, Sequoya.

It's fluffy and smutty with a cliffy.

WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Sex, Dirty Thoughts, Innuendo, Dark Themes

ENJOY!

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Dean woke up the next morning to the sound of Brooke's breathing, the bed warm, the sheets ruffled, Brooke's naked body mere centimeters from Dean's. After getting Brooke some dinner, the two of them had talked a bit about the events and then Brooke had solicited him and he accepted, right there in the backseat of the Impala. They came home and went again, Dean eventually holding Brooke close and stroking her hair until she drifted off to sleep.

She had never killed a man before and Dean had—more times than he cared to remember—and even with that knowledge Brooke had been dwelling on it. What she couldn't quite comprehend, was the fact that 1) she had taken care of the demon, and 2) she had proven that she could potentially be a good hunter. That was just it though…that wasn't what Brooke wanted.

She understood that being a hunter meant that she could help people that couldn't help themselves and she loved that, but not at this price to herself. Brooke had a feeling that once you got in you never got out and she really didn't want to have to be stuck with this kind of life. She wanted the life that Dean kept telling her that she could have—a husband, a kid (even if it was adopted)…she couldn't even fathom killing people every once in a while…losing innocents at the same time.

Since it was still rather early and Brooke hadn't seemed to have set an alarm telling her to get up and get ready to go to the store, Dean fell back asleep after pressing a soft kiss to her temple, waking up the next time three hours later to Brooke dressed in only his t-shirt. It had been the one he'd discarded the night before and he liked the way it hung on her, not to mention she was wearing her stylish reading glasses and on her lap top, her hair still a little askew.

"I hope you're not wearing underwear." Dean told her, his eyes closed, a smirk on his face.

Brooke rolled her eyes and laughed. "You're so very funny."

"I'm just hopeful," Dean shrugged sitting up, the covers on his lap, his chest bare. "What are you working on?"

"I'm finding ways to make the house a little less demon friendly." Brooke responded, smiling softly when Dean moved the hair off of her shoulder closest to him and pulled at the t-shirt collar, placing a kiss to her neck. "Good morning."

Dean smiled as she turned her head to face him and kissed her swiftly. "That's better—good morning."

"Now…any helpful suggestions?" Brooke asked him, motioning her head in the direction of her laptop.

"First, I think we should start by making the house a little more Dean-friendly." Dean responded as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Brooke turned again and gave him a look, Dean laughing and capturing her lips with his, Brooke responding immediately. Even though she was a little annoyed, she felt like there was very little she could do when Dean kissed her—her body simply responded readily to his touch no matter what it was. He could tease his fingertips along any part of her and suddenly she just needed to feel his flesh flush against hers…she didn't understand it, nor did she try to. It was just something that she accepted about the two of them, and something that she knew she wanted to hold onto even though she couldn't—no other person had ever captivated her attention so much.

"What makes the house more Dean friendly?" She asked him softly, shutting the laptop and then moving to turn her body towards him, worming her fingers into his hair and biting his bottom lip.

Dean grunted happily. "This is a good start."

"I told Milly I was coming in late, but I have to go in—do you want to ask your mother about the demons without me today?" She asked him, raking her nails down his torso and then slowly slipping under the covers to take him in her hand. "It could be fun…being away from me for a little while."

"And miss Milly potentially walking in on us for the second time in the back room? I don't think so." Dean responded, rocking a little as Brooke's thumb flickered across the top of his erection. "Jesus, Brooke,"

Brooke smirked and duplicated her previous movements with her fingers. "Have I told you yet this morning that I love you?"

Dean knew by this point that if she pulled out the right stops he'd lose himself in her hand, and honestly though he normally cared, this wasn't one of those times. He was losing his mind as her hand moved a little faster up and down his shaft, the friction sending pleasant shivers throughout his body. She smiled at his moan, thinking about potentially climbing onto his lap and riding this out, but she was feeling a little sore and a little nauseous and at least this way Dean's morning erection didn't go to waste.

"No," Dean said, his eyes closed, tilting his head back and moaning softly when her teeth grazed his Adam's apple.

Brooke smiled and kept moving her hand. "I love you."

"On my lap," Dean ordered, lust filtering through his voice.

"Not this morning, Baby," Brooke responded shaking her head, biting his throat softly and raking the nails of her other hand down his torso too, wondering suddenly just when 'baby' had become their affectionate term for each other and also applying a painfully pleasant pressure to Dean's ball sac. "Kiss me."

Dean's lips were fast as he lunged his face towards hers, kissing her hard, his arms finding their way around her. He had half the mind to just pull her onto his lap and push inside of her, but he also wanted to respect her wishes and so he simply let his hands roam, slipping up the t-shirt and running along her soft, warm skin. She shuddered pleasantly when his left hand cupped her naked breast and he pinched her nipple, his other hand splayed on her lower back and holding her clothes, his teeth nipping at her lips hungrily and lovingly as he felt the pressure building.

Brooke let out a soft cry when Dean came, him pinching her nipple a little harder than before, his body shuddering, his eyes squeezed shut, her name on his tongue. He let out some heavy breaths as he spilled himself on the sheets, Brooke showering his face with kisses as he often did to her when she hit her climax at the hands of his skilled fingers. Dean gave Brooke's cupped breast a soft squeeze, taking his other hand from her shirt and cupping her face, kissing her now led lips softly, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

He tasted her as she fought him for dominance, hot and sweet, the slight hint of coffee on her tongue. She had obviously been up from the bed and though he had known that when he had seen her laptop, the thought hadn't registered with him until right then. Dean parted his legs a little as Brooke moved to sit on his wet lap, still kissing him all the way, it registering with Dean when she settled there against him flesh to flesh that his hopes were in fact truths and he wondered why then she had chosen to simply get him off that morning instead of both of them getting that satisfaction.

"No underwear," Dean breathed out, Brooke resting her forehead against his as he held her there on his lap securely, a hand in her hair cupping her head.

Brooke shook her head, their noses brushing against each other. "No underwear, but I was a little sore and that was fun."

"We both rode a little hard last night," Dean admitted with a nod, kissing Brooke swiftly when she nodded in agreement. "How about some breakfast?"

"Dump the bedclothes in the washer and start it up—I'll pop some toaster waffles into the toaster like a good little housewife." Brooke teased, kissing Dean's nose. "This time when we're at the store, you keep your hands to yourself. I can't risk maybe having an orgasm when a customer is buying something again."

Dean rolled his eyes. "We both liked that, you know."

"I also like sitting down, so maybe we should have a little less sex—we've been pretty excessive lately and I know mostly that was my fault for soliciting it, but we need to slow it down a little." Brooke told him, biting her slightly swollen bottom lip, red from Dean's loving nibbles.

She could still remember Dean between her legs, his tongue running along her folds as the costumer shopped. Milly had been out at the bank and Brooke had been manning the cash register—Dean had wanted to try something new. He hadn't given her the chance to accept the invitation at something new before he was down on his knees parting her legs, and Brooke hadn't stopped him because his hot tongue on her nub and inside of her had felt so amazing, but it had still been inappropriate. Thankfully she was quick enough on her feet to just shove the purchase at the customer and then pay for it out of her own pocket, but it couldn't happen again—she was supposed to be keeping things classy.

"Fine, fine—work is not a place for our fun." Dean promised, holding up his right hand like she was being sworn in at court. "Promise."

Brooke smiled and kissed him softly. "Good, now laundry, Mister."

"Shower first and no lip from you, it's an order." Dean said, grinning when Brooke leaned backwards from him a little and gave him a look.

"Do you honestly think that you're going to get away with ordering me around?" Brooke asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Honestly?" Dean asked, puckering up his lips and raising his eyebrows too as he pretended to think. "Yes."

Brooke laughed and rolled her eyes, getting off of him and putting her glasses on the nightstand, both of them taking a shower. Dean sponged off Brooke's back where she couldn't reach as well and Brooke washed Dean's thighs just because she wanted to, Dean kissing her softly and then exiting the shower while she finished washing her hair, drying himself off and then getting dressed as Brooke got out and blow dried her hair. Then Dean went to do the laundry and Brooke made some breakfast in the kitchen—in the form of toaster waffles.

"One of us needs to learn how to cook," Brooke announced as Dean walked into the kitchen in jeans and a clean long-sleeved thick cotton shirt.

Dean laughed and shrugged. "I could do it if you promised to do everything else?"

"Laundry and cleaning for cooking?" Brooke asked him, shaking her head. "I don't know how fair a trade that is."

"I like it," Dean replied with a shrug, as he got some water out of the tap in a glass.

"You would." Brooke said laughing, her head snapping in the direction of a familiar voice.

Zachariah smiled when he had caught their attention. "We have some things to discuss."

Note: Oh, Zachariah…Feedback is always appreciated!