"That one."
A beat of silence. "That one? Are you sure, sir? This one is very-"
"Just box it up already."
"Oh… O-Okay."
There were a few moments of silence.
"How will you be paying today, sir?
"Cash."
"Cash?"
"Is there an echo in here?"
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"Swing, Winchester."
Sam swung high, which Piper suspected was on purpose, so she ducked easily and swept his legs out from under him. She tossed her head back and laughed when he hit the ground with a grunt. "Those few days by yourself must have really taken it out of you, Sammy."
He rolled his eyes and held a hand up for help. "Shut up, Pipe."
She leaned down to take his hand, realizing too late that he was grinning.
"No!"
He yanked her down with him and they rolled in the dirt, trying to get the advantage on one another. He finally pinned her. He shot her a wink, and before she could catch her breath, he was tickling her.
"Come on, Pipe, say it."
"Never!" she gasped, trying to breathe through her laughter. "God dammit, Sam, we're not seventeen anymore!"
"Well, that's unfortunate for you, because your ass is staying on the ground until you say it."
"Fuck you!" she laughed, struggling to free her arms so she could punch him in his stupid face.
"You can stop this, Piper, you have the power," Sam said easily, looking down at her with sparkling hazel eyes.
Starting to get dizzy, she gave in. "God dammit, fine! Sam Winchester is the best, and he's better than me at everything."
Sam laughed and stood, offering a hand to help her up. "There you go, see, wasn't that easy?"
She narrowed her eyes and took his hand, squeaking when he pulled her to her feet quickly. "Shut up, Sam. You're like three feet taller than me, this doesn't count."
He chuckled and slung his arm around her shoulders. "Ah, that's not what you would say if you had won."
Piper mock glared at him, but she was beaming on the inside. Sparring with Sam was the first breath of normal they'd had in quite a while. She wrapped her arm around his waist as they climbed the stairs. "Doing okay, Sam?"
He led her to the swing on the front porch, and they sat down together. "I don't know. Being Lucifer's vessel wasn't exactly on my bucket list."
She nodded. "But you're all right?"
He considered for a moment. "I think it will be better now that everyone's back together."
She smiled up at him as the rumble of Baby's engine signalled Dean's return. "I think so, too."
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Dean pulled up to the house to see Piper and Sam on the porch, and he took a moment to be grateful that he'd already put his purchase and the receipt in his wallet.
He parked and got out of the car. "Quit mackin' on my woman, Sammy," he said cheerfully, climbing the steps.
Piper turned and smiled at him. And, like it always did, his heart felt ten pounds lighter. "Hey, you," she said happily, "Did you get everything for dinner?"
He nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
She stood. "Good. I'll go start cooking, you guys set the table."
Dean grinned when she came up and pecked him on the lips as she brushed by him. "Yes, ma'am."
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Dean grunted as Piper ungracefully nestled herself into him on the couch, narrowly missing some very sensitive areas. She'd fallen asleep about twenty minutes into the John Wayne movie they were watching, and he'd stretched out on the couch and slung the blanket over them without waking her up.
He couldn't get the vision of the future out of his head. A life without Piper seemed… Empty. Future Dean had been an asshole, an asshole who was willing to sacrifice his own people to try to get to Lucifer. An asshole who had left his daughter behind. An asshole who didn't have Piper there, driving him crazy and keeping him in line.
"Dean," Piper grumbled sleepily, "Stop thinking about it. We're on a break. Just relax."
"Sorry, kitten," he said softly, "Can't help it."
"I bet you're not even trying."
"Would you idjits shut up?" Bobby asked crossly.
Piper giggled guilty and snuggled into Dean. He wrapped his arm around her and turned to watch the movie, infinitely grateful she was there with him.
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Piper whimpered and tugged at her arms, which were tied to the headboard, as Dean sucked another mark onto her inner thigh. "Dean, please."
She felt him smile against her. "I do like it when you beg, baby," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin he's just attacked. "But I'm not done with you."
She whimpered and tried to writhe, but she was secured to the bed. Dean had put all of his expertise to use tonight. He had had her there for at least half an hour, and he'd barely touched her.
He had started at her shoulders, and had paid attention to every piece of her until he'd gotten to her knees, and then started back up.
He moved back up now until his mouth hovered over her nipple, which had been severely neglected. He blew cool air on it, and she arched her back. "Dean!"
"Shh, kitten, shh," he admonished. "Tell me what you want, baby."
She tried again to writhe in frustration. She was so wet it would drip if she stood, and he wouldn't touch her. "Just do something, Dean, please."
He abruptly pulled her nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to hurt. She arched her back and cried out as heat twirled down through her to her core. "Dean!"
He hummed against her, chuckling. "Don't make me gag you, kitten."
"If you don't fuck me soon, I will start wailing like a banshee, Dean," she said petulantly, missing his mouth on her.
He grinned and ghosted his fingers over her folds. "Is that so?"
She shuddered and bucked her hips up to his hand. "Yes!"
He came up to lay kisses on her neck, and she automatically tilted her head to the side. "Good girl," he murmured, sending more heat shooting through her.
"Please, baby," she whimpered.
"You want it, kitten? Tell me you want it," he growled in her ear, finally, slowly, sinking a finger into her.
"I want you, please, Dean, I want you, fuck me," she moaned fervently.
He smiled against her skin and bit her neck lightly, sucking hard again. "Yes, ma'am," he said softly into her ear.
He moved his finger in and out of her agonizingly slowly, making her cry out and writhe. "God dammit, Winchester, just fuck me already!"
She realized her mistake as he slowly moved his fingers out of her and sat back to look at her, his dark, lust-blown eyes surveying her. "What was that, Piper?" he purred softly.
"Dean, Dean, I'm sorry, I meant Dean, please," she begged softly, all thoughts of pride or sass gone in her desperation.
His slow smirk damn near killed her. He crawled back over her, the tip of his cock hovering near her entrance. "What are you supposed to call me in bed, Piper?"
"Dean," she gasped, struggling to move her hips closer to him.
"Mmm, what did you call me, Piper?" He watched her movements dispassionately, running his hand up and down his cock.
She whimpered and tried to pull her arms out of their binds again, every part of her begging to touch any part of him. "I called you Winchester," she whined softly.
He grinned down at her, and ran the hand not touching himself down her abdomen until it was holding her down at her hips. "And what am I going to have to do now, Piper?" His voice was low and sensual, causing her to pause. She felt like prey for the sexiest predator on the planet.
Her breathing was hard, and she met his emerald gaze with no fear. "Punish me."
He lined himself up and slammed into her so fast it made her lightheaded. He put his weight on his elbows and covered her mouth with his as she screamed. He didn't move, letting her adjust to his big size.
He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, breathing heavily. "This is not going to be about you, Piper," he growled softly into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until I come, and you're going to let me. Understood?"
"Yes, please, God!"
He started slamming into her, his hand covering her mouth to muffle her screams. Pressure was building in her, and she was pulling against the restraints hard.
Suddenly, the ties around both ankles gave out. Piper didn't question her good luck, just wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips, rolling him onto his back, with her arms still tied to the headboard, ignoring his grunt of surprise.
She used her hands as leverage to start her own fast, hard pace. She filled herself to the hilt with him every time, her head tilted down to look at him, her hair silvery lavender hair creating a curtain around them.
He grinned up at her and slid his hands up to her hips, squeezing them hard, but not controlling the pace. "Good girl," he growled up at her, sending her closer and closer to the edge. "Good girl, fuck me, kitten."
She huffed out a laugh, her orgasm starting to spiral through her. "Damn right," she muttered, "And I'm going to call you whatever the fuck I want."
He groaned and tilted his head back into the pillow. "Fuck, Piper."
Her name on his lips sent her spiralling, coming apart at the seams. She cried out and ground herself down onto him, feeling him jerk underneath her as his own orgasm tore through him. "Dean!"
She dropped down onto him, tiredly nuzzling his jaw as she came down. He wrapped one arm around her waist and reached the other up to free her wrists. Once she was loose, she let her arms fall, leaving them where they were. He laughed and rearranged her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her. "You're gonna kill me someday, kitten."
She nestled into him. "But what a way to go."
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Later, after a shower which made them sweatier before making them clean, Dean held Piper as she slept next to him. He was too filled with nervous energy to sleep yet.
Instead, he looked down at her, her head resting on his arm, her face turned to him. He examined her, soaking up every detail. Her high, lovely cheekbones. The scar underneath her right eye, which had faded considerably. Her long eyelashes, her soft mouth, her just, in general perfect face.
He had never been so in love with her than he was right then, drifting to sleep next to her.
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Sam came downstairs the next morning to see Piper and Bobby chatting in the kitchen while she made breakfast.
He took a moment to study her move around the kitchen, wondering how they got lucky enough to have her around. She kept them all a little more human.
He watched her, cooking and taking care of Bobby and laughing with him, making sure the older man didn't notice that she was taking care of him. There was another hickey on her neck (my brother is a caveman), clearly marking her as Dean's. As if she needed to be marked.
He heard Dean come up from behind him. "How are you always in a good mood in the mornings, woman?" his brother asked gruffly, slapping Sam on the shoulder as he walked in.
Dean may not have had a mark on his neck, but the look on his face when he looked at her laid Piper's claim just as effectively. Along with the way he shifted around her unconsciously, or the way he reached for the mug in her hand, chuckling when she grumbled about coffee thieves.
She turned and looked at Sam, her eyes sparkling. "Sam, get in here and defend my coffee. Your brother is a Neanderthal."
Sam grinned, warmth spreading through him as he entered the kitchen. "Yes, ma'am."
She smiled at him and took her coffee back from Dean. "There's a full pot over there, Dean, go get your own." She turned back to Sam. "Butter the toast, Sammy, so we can eat and start looking for the Colt again."
He grinned. "Yes, ma'am."
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Hi everyone! Here's my notes:
I own only Piper Finley, the original character. I don't own Supernatural or the characters. (heartbroken)
Reviews, comments, and kudos give me the warm fuzzies and keep me going.
If there are any mistakes in continuity, canon, or geography, blame me.
