RSF Chapter 43

Pairing: Dean/OFC Sam/OFC

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A/N:

I told ya, stock pile! * Winks. Did you like the last chapter? I adored the earrings Sam gave Toni. I thought it was just right for the stage in their relationship. Can we all just take a moment to acknowledge just how much of a bad ass, Mary was? Man it's easy to forget. I love getting to show little bits and pieces of her we don't get on the show.

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Sam rested his head against the window of the Impala, grateful to leave behind the freak fest of dolls. He couldn't say which he feared more now. Porcelain pieces or clowns, or even worse, porcelain clowns. His stomach rolled. They'd left when Dean had started to get itchy, Bobby had gotten ready to shoot him, and the girls had looked ready to drop. Time away was necessary when you spent every waking moment together, usually in highly stressful situation. He snorted. Yeah, that was an understatement.

"Something you want to share with the class, Sammy?" Dean asked, tapping along to Metallica on the steering wheel.

"Nope, just ready to get back to the girls."

"You and me both," Dean said. Sam studied him out of the corner of his eye. Dean with something to lose looked different he didn't take the same risks. Relief flooded through him. For a minute there, he'd been terrified Dean was going to drive himself straight off a cliff and wind up in the ground alongside their father. The man Dean looked up to most in his life.

"So things with you and Toni are graduating."

"Really with the college puns, Dean?"

"Hey, I was trying to sound educated for once."

"Well, don't." Sam snickered.

"Bitch," Dean said.
"Jerk."

They both laughed, and returned to their own personal headspace. He wasn't in the mood to get shit for having a girlfriend Dean approved of. If Dean wasn't dicking with you, he didn't like you. It wasn't a good position to be in.

They finally pulled up into Bobby's yard an hour later. Dean had barley brought the car to a stop when he jumped up and strode across the yards and up the stairs. The door flew open, and he lifted the giggly red hair in his arms.

"Out of my way Gigantor, I'd like to greet my wife properly," Dean elbowed him to the side. He locked gazes with Toni, and chuckled.

"Better not be too properly." The wizened voice of Rufus made Sam glance inside the house.

"Son of a bitch," Dean said.

Cora rose from the couch, grinning. "Ignore him. He's in a bad mood."

"Isn't he always?" Sam mumbled.

Toni hugged his wife gingerly, clearly afraid to set off the surly bastard he now had for a Father in Law.

"What the hell, Dean?" Cora said placing her hands on her hip. "Didn't you miss me?"

"What? Of course I did, Co."

The devilish glint in her eyes made Sam bury his face into Toni's neck to hide his amusement.

"Luckily for you boy, I was just leaving. Spent a nice few days with my baby girl here, so I don't feel the need to fill your ass with buckshot's, Cora would be mad if I killed you, but that don't mean I won't wound you to prove a point." Rufus pointed his finger at Dean, narrowing his eyes.

"Can we not threaten my body parts the first thing when I walk in?"

"No, I need to keep you in line. I saw you growing up." Rufus shook his head. "You sure know how to pick 'em baby girl. Now I got a job to get to. You stay in touch, you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy," Cora said smiling.

"You. Take care of her or find a deep dark hole to hide in for the rest of your life."

"Yes sir." Dean swallowed, hard.

"That goes for you too, other Winchester."

"I got it covered," Sam said.

"Can you just get your old ass out of here and stop threatening everyone? Jesus, Rufus. They just got off the road after a case. They don't want to hear this shit," Bobby said walking into the room with a thick book with worn cover on it in his hands.

"Well, they need to. You ain't giving them no tough love."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "You do that enough for the both of us."

"Yeah, well someone has to. You're getting soft behind the phones old man."

"I swear to God Rufus, I'm going to shoot you."

"You can try." Rufus placed a hat on his head, brushed his lips across Cora's forehead and headed for the door.

"Always a got damn circus around here," Bobby mumbled shaking his head and walking off.

"Welcome home, Sammy," Cora said grinning.

"Wait, he gets a welcome and I get a hard way to go?" Dean said.

"Yes, 'cause you cause trouble. I think this is karma," Cora said quickly putting him in his place.

"Yeah, I'll show you karma." He hefted her into his arms, tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass.

"Don't you dare Winchester. I want to visit with Sammy."

"Say goodbye, Sammy."

"Bye, Cora," Sam said grinning.

"Toni." She stretched her hand out.

"I'm not getting in the middle after a week on the road," Toni said.

"Traitors!" Cora laughed.

"She looks better," Sam said as they disappeared up the stairs.

"She's been a lot better. We've been trying some herbs and spells to help balance her out. Plus, wither she admits it or not, having Uncle Rufus around was good for her, when he and Uncle Bobby weren't trying to kill one another."

Sam snorted. "And how's my best girl?" He pushed her hair back behind her ear, and traced the silver crosses dangling from her ear.

"Good now that you're here."

He bent down and nipped her bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. She whimpered and pressed into him.

"I don't want to hear that!" Bobby's voice was cold water. They stepped back from one another, looking like guilty children.

"Maybe we should take this upstairs," She whispered.

"Agreed." Her face turned scarlet, and he smirked. He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her up the stairs. "Did you guys learn anything?"

"No, it's frustrating as hell too." She growled.

"I got a cure for working out all that pent up energy," Sam said.

"Samuel John," She whispered, pretending to be shocked. He winked and guided her to the room they'd claimed for theirs at the opposite end of the hall from the couple trying to break Guinness book sex records.

He closed the door behind him, and took in the organized chaos. Small piles of books and papers lined the surface of every table and dresser. Her computer rested open on the nightstand, and the bed looked like it hadn't been made since he left.

"What?"

"Nothing, just taking in the Singer method of organization." He grinned.
"Shut up OCD." She tugged at his hair playfully. He gripped her hips tight. "I missed you baby." Her eyes went soft.

"I missed you too, Sam." He bent his head, and the rest of the world fell away. The rustle of clothing filled the room as they undressed between kisses. He caressed the ample curves of her body, admiring the contrast of softness and muscle. They walked to the bed, and he gently laid her on her back in the center. Climbing onto the bed beside her, he propped himself up on his elbow taking his time. Their mouths melded, and they explored each other's bodies. He massages her breast, rolling her pert rosebud colored nipples between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed her pleasure, grunting when she stroked him gently. His balls ached with the need to bury himself inside her heat. He slid his hand down to her core, and she spread her legs.

"Ready for me baby? He whispered, pulling away.

"Yes."

He rolled them over, and crawled between her legs. "You're so beautiful all blushed and ready for me." He nudged her entrance, groaning when she accepted his head and flexed her muscles.

"Don't keep me waiting baby. I've waited long enough."

He thrust inside her, and she arched her back. He took his time bottoming out as he swirled his hips, and watched her climb higher. Beads of sweat ran down his face. Her nails dug into his back. The sounds of harsh breathing, and bodies coming together filled the room. Her body tensed. She gasped.

"Come for me, baby."

Her muscles locked down, and he rocked through her orgasm, tumbling over the edge with her as she brought him to his completion, milking him dry. He rolled them onto their side, remaining inside her. Trailing kisses down her neck and over her shoulders, he sampled the slick saltiness of her skin. "How's that tension now baby?"

"Gone."

"Good, I like taking care of my girl." She glanced up at him like he held the world in his palm. He held her chin and kissed her gently. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's get some sleep. I can tell you've been burning the candle at both ends."
"Are you trying to tell me I look tired?" She narrowed her gaze.

"No, I'm telling you I know what your body needs." He placed a hand on her belly and nuzzled her neck. "Now quit bitching and rest with me."

She mumbled but snuggled up against him relaxed and sleepy. He inhaled her citrus scent. His lids went heavy, and he drifted off.

Dean jerked awake on the bed, breathing hard. A fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead. His stomach churned like Piranha infested waters during a feeding frenzy. He focused on the feel of Cora warm and pliant on his chest, as he struggled to slow his erratic breathing.

"Whats a matta?" Cora whispered. Her voice was slurred from slurred from sleep. He held her closer.

"Bad dream."

"About what?" She tilted her head and opened her eyes, blinking as she peered up at him.

"Dad," he whispered. He didn't have the energy to lie, and this was Cora. Secrets had no place between them.A moment of silence fell in the room.

"I'd tell you don't think about it, but I know it's impossible. You can talk to me about it, its okay."

"How can I, Cora? I hate thinking of either of you there." He exhaled and glanced up at the cracked ceiling.

"We said no more, secrets, right?" She whispered.

"I hate when you turn my own shit around, and use it on me."

She snorted. "Dean, you're not above needing the same things as everyone else. You're still human though you like to play at being Superman." She placed small kisses on his chest, and he leaned down and smiled at her. His girl always knew how to bring the best out of him.

"Remember the first time he caught us in bed together?" He asked.

"Holy shit, how could I forget? I thought we were going to die that night."

A run down motel in a tiny town

Dean ran his hands over Cora's back, waking her gently.

"Hmm, Dean?" She mumbled sleepily.

"Better be." She smiled in her sleep. "What are you doing?"

"Dad left for a run about an hour ago."

"Where's Sammy?" Her concern for his brother made him smile. "I sent him to sleep on the couch. I haven't been with you in almost a month, Cora. It's killing me." She rolled onto her back and smiled up for him. "Then I guess we should make up for lost time, D."

"Yes we should." He leaned down and sucked her plump bottom lip into his mouth. The flavor of mint and the sweetness that was her alone tantalized his taste buds. Leaning over her, he took his time, re-familiarizing himself with every nook and cranny. Moments like this were few and far between, so they savored him. She looked up at him with glossed over browns, and he moaned. There was nothing he wouldn't do for this girl.

They were playing a dangerous game being together. His father wasn't stupid. He suspected something, but they were careful not to give him a reason to step in and take actions. They Winchesters had always operated on a don't ask don't tell program. As long as they kept in line, he'd keep turning a blind eye. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, getting involved with your hunting partner, but when you found something like this, you didn't walk away.

Before her, he'd never imagined having anything that was solely his. He slid his hands under her shirt, and massaged her firm breasts. She gasped, arching toward him.

"Oh, D, that feels so good."

He knew her responses as well as his own.

"You like that, Co?"

"Yes."

He pinched the stiff nipple, and she took a shaky breath.

"Still feel good?"

"Oh, Lord."

He smirked. "I'll take that as a hell yes." He pushed her oversized shirt up over her breasts with his free hand, and bent to take her breast in his mouth, swallowing as much as he could. She whimpered, rubbing her thighs together. The smell of her arousal had him hard as a bat. He released her breath with a wet pop. "I want to taste you, Co."

"Okay." Her shy whisper made him smile. My shy girl. She could shoot a ghoul between the eyes and burn a decrepit body, without batting an eye, but this intimacy was new. Love barred them in ways they weren't used to. This life was all about hiding. Showing someone every vulnerable point went against everything drilled into them from the time they were small. But for her, he'd defy everyone and everything. He was young, but he understood this woman held his damn heart in her hands.

"Spread your legs baby," he whispered, grabbing her thigh and moving her left leg to the side. He slid down off the bed and held out his hands. She laced their fingers. He licked a path up her wet slit. She gasped lifting off the bed.

"Easy, Co." He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. "You taste sweet, like honey. I think I've developed sweet tooth." He sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, and she moaned, gripping his fingers harder. "I'm going to make you come with my tongue, and I'm going to swallow down every drop of you." Her eyes darkened, and he nudged her clit with his node, parting her lips as he rimmed her entrance. Her hot center beckoned, and he eased inside with his tongue. Their gazes remained locked as he worshipped her pussy. She rocked against him. Her lips parted, and her breaths came in short puffs. Her pleasure fed his. His dick strained against his boxers. Her hungry walls gripped his tongue.

"D." She cried out, convulsing, and he took in all she had to offer, lapping her gently as she came down. He placed a kiss on her pussy, and moved up onto the bed beside her.
"Give me those lips, Co."
She puckered her pretty pink lips, and he slipped his tongue in her mouth, sharing the flavor he couldn't get enough of. She cupped the back of his head, and he let himself drift into the calm space that was Cora Turner. They pulled apart, and he grunted when she stroked him from base to tip.

"I want you to ride me Co."

She pressed him back on the bed, smiling wickedly as she shed her clothing.

"It's my turn to please you, D." She positioned herself over his hips, and he held his dick, watching as she took him in inch by inch. The sight of her brown skin against his pale was something he'd never grow tired of. Fully seated, she pressed her hands on his chest and rotated her hips.

"Ah, shit, Co."

"Now I'm in control," She whispered huskily. Don't you know you always are? She was moonlight and magic. All the shit he never thought he'd have rolled into one. He might never be able to tell another soul about his real life, but she knew, and she loved him regardless. If it weren't for her, he'd never hear those three words that made him feel worth something. He clenched her hips, helping her keep pace as she found a steady rhythm. She clenched her muscles, and he cried out, bucking up.

"That's it. I want to see you come undone for me, D. I want to see you out of control, and lost in this."

Dean bit his lip as Cora moved faster riding him hard. His balls drew up tight.

"Close. I'm going to—"

The door opened, and he watched horrified as his father came into view. A beat up duffle hit the floor with a thud. This is the day my life ends. The blood drained from his father's face, and he stepped back like a zombie and shut the door. Shell-shocked, Dean remained locked inside of Cora.

"Maybe he didn't see us," he whispered.

"Dean, I'm pretty sure he fucking saw us." She scrambled off his rapidly shrinking cock, and hit the floor with a thud.

"You're dark, maybe you blended in?"

Her hand met his chest, and he swore.

"That's racist." Clothes bundled in her arms, she dashed for the bathroom, slamming it shut behind her.

"What the fuck is going on in this room!" His father's voice exploded like a gunshot. The door swung open, slamming against the wall. He grabbed the sheets, yanking them up to his chin, and held on for dear life.

"Uuh." How the hell do I answer that?

"I asked you a fucking question, Dean."

"I-we."

"How long has this been going on?"

He cleared his throat. "A long time, I love her sir. I tried to fight it but." His voice cracked, and he shook his head. "You can be pissed all you want, but I don't' regret it for a minute."

His father's stern expression crumbled. "I suspected. But you were always so careful to keep up platonic appearances." He shook his head.

Dean held his breath afraid to set his father off.

"I want you to get dressed. We're going to have a long, serious, conversation, and lay down some ground rules. Jesus shit. I should've seen this coming a million miles away."

"Please don't send her home." Ashamed of his weakness Dean bowed his head. "I couldn't … if you did." His throat closed up. Real men don't beg. You do what your father tells you. You should've never let this happen. It distracts you from hunting, and you know it.

His father rested his hand on his shoulders. "Son, if the two of you have been keeping this under wraps this long, and I haven't had a complaint, I don't see why I'd be sending her anywhere. Cora is eighteen years old. She does what she wants, and she's a damn good hunter. I'm not eager to lose her."

His eyes grew watery as he saw his father in a new light. He understood. For once in his miserable life his father got him. A glint of what might have been pride shone in John's eyes. Get dressed and come meet me in the living room. Understand?"

"Yes, sir.

Present day.

"He surprised us all that day, didn't he?" Cora whispered, snuggling into his side.

"Yeah he did. Kept our secret, told us not to let it get in the way or bring any Winchesters into the world, and let sleeping dogs lie."

"God I couldn't look him in the eyes for the longest time after that." Cora buried her face into his chest, and he chuckled.

"Oddly enough, that was one of those moments where I felt like the old man really got me. He loved my mom the way I love you. That much I'm certain of."

"And how is that?" She pushed herself up and tilted her head to the side.

"Eternally."

She blinked. Her lower lip trembled. "Damn, sometimes you get so deep, I swear I'm never going to climb out of the rabbit hole, Dean Winchester."

"That's the plan," He rolled her onto her back. "To keep you here beneath me where you belong." He pushed her thighs apart, and massaged her pussy. Her clit swelled, and he dipped a finger inside her slick pussy. "So damn wet for me all the time, you're fucking insatiable." He fucked her hard and fast with two fingers. "I want you to come for me Co. Squeeze my fingers with that tight pussy." He groaned. "Yeah, just like that baby." Her eyes glossed over, and her lips parted as she rode him. She was a wild wanton thing, lost in the pleasure he alone brought her. His dick went rock hard. "I love it when you let me take control." He tilted his fingers, and she bucked, clamping down as she came. "Shit, so sexy baby." He nipped her neck, and pulled out his fingers, sucking of her juices. "I'm never going to get enough of you Cora."

"Promise?" She whispered shakily.

"I'll do better than that, I'll show you." He quickly shed his boxers, and pushed inside her.

When they found sleep, the pale pink fingers of dawn were lighting the sky.

The incessant buzz of his cell phone on the nightstand beside him drew him from the warm cocoon he'd made with Cora. Groaning he pried open his eyelids and reached out from beneath the blanket. The envelope in the top right-hand corner of the screen told him they'd left a message. Shit. Unwilling to leave his nest, he brought the device beneath the covers, jabbed the code, Cora's birthday into the phone, and brought it to his ear.

"Hi Dean. I ugh… was told you could help with certain problems." He listened to the rest of the message cursing. "What the hell is in Wisconsin?" he mumbled.

"Cheese," Cora said in a sleep worn voice that made him grin.

"Well hello, lover. How's that pussy feeling today?"

"Sore and you damn well know it."

"You asked for it rough." He set the phone back on the night stand, and pulled the cover back over their heads.

She giggled. "And I loved every minute of it."

Hidden away in their little bubble of reality, he pushed the new case to the background and drank in her face. Make-up free, mused, and smiling sweetly, she was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Who needed porn when he had a living, breathing, woman hand-picked and molded for him? All those nights spent with meaningless one night stands, and rosy palm and a computer for company were over. I should have done this sooner. He lifted her hand and kissed her ring. Her eyes softened.

"You okay?" she whispered. The concern that darkened her eyes punched him in the gut.

"Oh yeah, just wondering how the fuck I got so lucky." He pulled her to him and tasted her lips, allowing himself a moment to embrace the calm before the storm. What would it be like to wake up to this every morning and not expect a call to drag him from bed?