Several hours later, the trio returned back to the motel room. The three of them were covered in mud and dried blood, from the cuts they recieved during their hunt.
"I can't believe it threw me in the mud," Marisa said, as she and Dean walked into their room.
"I can't believe how far it threw you," said Dean, with a smirk on his face.
She grabbed her hair brush and shampoo off the top of the nightstand and followed him into the bathroom. He shut the door and locked it, then started pulling his dirty clothes off. Marisa did the same as well, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face had streaks of mud and dirt, while her hair was caked in it. Her hands were covered in small cuts, that burned every so often.
Pulling off her shoes, Marisa placed them into the sink and pulled her shirt off. Dean went to turn the shower on, making the water as hot as he could. Pulling off the last of their clothes, they both stepped into the shower and pulled the curtin closed. Reaching out, Marisa grabbed the bottles of shampoo and conditioner. The hot water felt nice against her cold skin, as it rinsed off the grime and blood. Dean took the bottle of shampoo from her and unscrewed the cap. Marisa moved underneath the faucet and started scrubbing the mudd out of her hair, which became a difficult task.
"So gross," she muttered, as she dumped some shampoo into her palm.
Rubbing the shampoo in, Marisa scrubbed as hard as she could, while Dean washed the soap out of his hair. When her hands got tired, Marisa moved back under the water and ran her fingers through her hair as the soap and mud washed out. As she washed, Dean stood before her, watching. Marisa smirked at him, and felt herself blush as he looked at her body up and down.
It suddenly dawned on her, that she was fully naked. In the shower. With Dean. The man she desperately wanted to have sex with. Marisa felt herself blush and she quickly turned her back on him, and rubbed her face under the water. As she was rubbing the dried mud off her face, Dean came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Turning around, Marisa looked up at him and said nothing.
Lips crashed together, and hands moved all over. Marisa moaned against Dean's mouth, and wrapped her arms around him. Dean broke away several minutes later, much to Marisa's protest, and turned the water off. Taking her by the hand, they both stepped out of the shower, and over to the counter. Dean kicked the muddy clothes to the side, and lifted Marisa up so that she was sitting.
Standing between her opened legs, Dean began to kiss her neck and shoulders, making her moan. His hands roamed all over her body, touching her in places that she'd never been touched before. Moments later, Marisa found herself nearly hanging off the counter and Dean slammed in and out of her. Gripping the faucet and side of the counter, Marisa threw her head back and closed her eyes. This was one of her best friends. Her best friend was fucking her in the bathroom, while is brother-who was also another friend- was in the other room.
Marisa looked at Dean, as he gripped her hips as he slammed into her.
"I've w-wanted this for a long time.." she panted, as her toes curled.
Dean leaned forward and kissed her roughly on the lips, before replying, "Me too.".
Picking her up, Dean pushed her against the wall, and continued to fuck her. Marisa wrapped her legs around his waist, and gripped onto his shoulders. Beads of sweat began to run down her body, as well as Dean's, and everything became hot and numb. Marisa began to shake, moaning loudly by the second. Gripping his shoulders tightly, Marisa threw her head back against the wall and nearly screamed as her orgasm took over her body. Seconds later, Dean came as well, nearly collapsing into her arms.
Dean put her down on the floor and they both walked out into the bedroom and climbed into bed. Moving into Dean's arms, Marisa yawned and snuggeled up against Dean. Within seconds, they were both asleep.