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Tiny bit of a time skip. Smut and feels in this one!


Addalyn woke up and immediately realized what had disrupted her sleep. Clenching her thighs together with a weak whimper, she rolled over and patted Dean's shoulder.

"Dean, hey," she murmured, trying to wake him gently.

He didn't respond other than letting out a little snort and then promptly turned away. She huffed a sigh of annoyance and scooted as close to him as she could, reaching under the blankets to rub down his body to his boxers. He twitched slightly once she started running her fingers over his flaccid length.

Her need grew in time with his cock and she groaned, dropping her head to his arm.

"Dean, please wake up," she begged, a little louder than before.

It took a rough tug of his dick before his eyes fluttered open, and instantly he thrust against her grip, grunting heavily.

"Oh fuck Addy," he moaned, "What are you-"

"I need you," she whispered, sinking her teeth into his arm.

He cursed lowly before removing her hand from his underwear, turning over towards her. Instantly he slammed her back against the bed and topped her quickly.

No words were spoke through the frantic undressing of their bodies nor in between kisses. Once she was completely naked, he dropped down the bed and laid on his belly between her legs, wasting no time in licking at her dripping slit.

Addalyn let out a moan of relief and clutched at the blankets tightly.

"Oh god Dean!"

He growled in response. His tongue worked faster, flitting wickedly over her nub in short, quick strokes that made her shake. Her breaths became harder to take as everything coiled tightly in her belly and she arched against the bed.

"Fingers, please!"

Instantly, as if he had been waiting, his nimble digits slid into her wet core. Not even half a minute later she broke, the heady pulsing in her pussy too much to take. Wave after wave crashed down as he curled his fingers up against her sweet spot frantically. When the sensations became too much, she pulled on his shoulders weakly and he swiftly moved onto his knees, hooking her legs over his arms.

"Tell me if you get uncomfortable," he rasped out.

He didn't even give her a chance to respond before he slammed in.

"Fuck!" she squealed, reaching for his legs.

She raked her nails down his thighs as he sent intense bliss through her cunt and every inch of her being. Each thrust felt like it ignited another set of nerves she didn't know existed.

"Cum for me again kitten," he growled.

Addalyn nodded frantically and lifted her hand to beside her head, curling her fingers in the pillow to ground herself. He shifted their hips just slightly but when he drove back in, it sent stars across her vision.

"Fuck, that's it. There, Dean!"

Dean moaned huskily and his fingers placed bruises against her legs as he held her in place, ramming right where she needed. Her breath caught as she felt the telltale beginning of another climax and it held until she felt the first hit of pleasure. Her head slammed back against the pillow hard as she cried out his name and rode back towards him as well as she could.

"God damn, fuck Addy!" he hissed, dropping her legs and falling over her.

His thrusts shorted and his hips shook until he let out a low growl and kissed her hard. They breathed hard, lips brushing with each inhale and exhale, and finally she forced her eyes open and gave him a weak grin.

"Sorry about that," she murmured.

"Oh, don't ever apologize for waking me up for that babe," he murmured, kissing her once again before rolling off with a yawn, "You okay now?"

"Mmmhmm," she replied sleepily.

Already she was feeling the pull of sleep again and right before she passed out she heard his snores start.

A scream startled her from her sleep, her eyes shooting open and her chest aching in fear as it came again. It took a second but she finally realized it came from Dean, who was shaking in the bed next to her. She watched in confusion as he went quiet again.

Was he hurting? Dreaming?

Through his mumbles she made out him whimpering, 'No' and 'Stop' and 'Get him away'. It was unnerving.

"Dean," she said quietly.

He didn't even react. She copied her motions from earlier, gently shaking him, saying his name until he jolted upright with a hellish scream.

"Dean! Baby!" she gasped as the blood left his face.

Her looked terrified. Pale skin, eyes wet as tears streamed down his face. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead as he tried to push it back.

"N-No- No mom. No!"

"No! It's Addy, Addlyn!" she insisted, grabbing his face and turning him to stare in his eyes hard.

Slowly his breathing slowed and his eyes blinked, shock overtaking the fear. What could he have been dreaming about? Who was the him, and why was he telling him mom no? She sat there, confused and worried, as he slowly came to reality.

"A-Addy?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's me," she murmured, carefully reaching out and cupping his scruffy jaw.

Her hazel eyes looked him over in concern. She wanted to ask what it was about, but she didn't want to push him. Obviously it was something bad.

When he cleared his throat, she met his baby blue eyes curiously.

"It might be time that we talked about my past," he said, voice thick with sleep and tears, "That's what I dreamed about."

"Okay," she replied.

To her surprise, he pulled her close and laid back down so she was resting nestled into his side, her belly pressed against him as he rested his hand on her bump.

"Debbie, my mom, she's- uh- she adopted me when I was seven. To us, she's my mom but biologically she's not."

Addalyn's eyes went side in shock. She never would have thought that.

"Wait, what?" she asked, drawing back from his chest to look at his face.

He grimaced and nodded.

"She was friends with my aunt, and when she visited, she saw the conditions of... things... and immediately called CPS and got involved. When the court realized that my sperm donor wasn't known and my only remaining family wasn't better, Debbie stepped in and volunteered to foster me, which eventually turned into adoption. Anyway, my real mother was pretty much a whore and druggie. She would have people over all the time buying shit and fucking them all hours of the day. Of course, when I was little, I didn't realize it was different or wrong. Her pimp would come by every week and demand his money, beat the hell out of her if she refused, which is where my dream comes in. The last time she refused, he used me as a threat. Ya know that small scar on my upper back on the left?"

Swallowing thickly as tears flooded her eyes, she whispered, "Y-Yes?"

"He cut me down my back. It's gotten a lot smaller as I've grown and shit, but yeah, it was bad. And when she still didn't give him the money, he... Shit, he uh, molested me, made me jack him off while she watched and then he knocked me out with a hit to the head. I had a bruise on my face for weeks and a concussion, even up until when Debbie saw me."

He went quiet at that and all she could do was drop her head back to his chest and wrap her arm tight around his ribs, holding him close.

"I don't tell many people because the past is the past. There's nothing I can do about it, and it doesn't come up often, but sometimes I still have nightmares about it. I don't want pity or-"

"I don't pity you Dean," She whispered, sniffling softly, "I hate that it happened to you, especially so young. I hate that your mother let that happen, that that fucker did that to you. I am amazed by your strength to not let it effect you anymore. But I don't pity you."

Her lips trembled as she held back the sobs that wanted to come out. All she could imagine was a little boy being treated like that, how he felt. And then she thought about how she would feel if anything happened to her son.

"If anyone ever touches our kids, I will kill them. I don't know how she watched that happen, how she couldn't step in. I- I can't-"

Then the tears did spill. Just thinking about anything happening to a child like that made her heart hurt tremendously. Even though her mom did drugs, it was later on in her life. And she never let anyone hurt her.

"Stop crying babe," Dean murmured, "I don't want you to cry over me."

"It's just- How?! I would die if I saw anything happen to my babies," She sobbed, burying her face into his shirt.

"I know. I would too. You can bet nothing will ever hurt them," he murmured, "Just like you, I would kill for them."

After a while, the ache in her chest slowly dissolved even though her heart still lurched and fluttered. She couldn't bring herself to move away from him, even an inch. Even though it was long in the past, she wanted to blanket him with her love, protect him the only way she could.

"Addy?" he asked softly.

"Listen, Dean. What happened to you, it doesn't change anything. I don't think about you differently. The only thing that is different, is I see even more clearly how strong you are, and how perfect we are going to be together with our kids. And that they're probably gonna be annoyed by our protectiveness."

That got a laugh from both of them. His hand rubbed at her stomach again as he rolled over so they were face to face. Baby blue eyes were dark as they stared into her own. With a gentle kiss, he tugged her flush to him, her belly pushing against his, and she let herself fall back asleep.