Chapter 1: The color of a glazed donut
Warning: Not suitable for persons under the age of 18
It has been over a month since the whole Cas situation and the boys and the girls were slowly starting to settle into a new routine, all four living in the bunker. The boys, being boys, did the things they normally did, keeping their eyes peeled for any threats, but mostly coordinate and help out other hunters with lore and weapons.
Sam mostly stuck to books and his laptop, even taking up an online course of old languages, becoming the teachers favorite in no time. He was so good, he managed to pick up on a few free lance jobs as a translator.
Juls and Dean found a common interest in cars and mechanics. And while Dean was amazing with all mechanical parts and body work, Juls was brilliant with electrical, so when they would finally stop bickering over something, together, they actually pulled out a decent job of fixing up some oldies in the bunker. Upon Julia's suggestion, they bought a bashed up BMW 750iL to restore it and maybe make some cash too. Dean didn't like the German car even if this one was made in the States, but was hooked the minute Julia pointed out it was a James Bond car.
Sarah was a certified nurse, but she never really liked the job. She couldn't stand the sight of blood, at least before she meet the boys, but more importantly, she would get too close, too attached to the patients. And that never ended well. Considering her life took a swan dive with a couple of somersaults along the way, she was content to just stick around the bunker, clean, cook, do the laundry, iron, go grocery shopping and acting pretty much like a mom to the others.
Dean and her talked about her closing up inside those four walls and while he said that he was ok with her wanting to cook and clean for them, even if he didn't understand the appeal of it all, he still suggested a hobby or anything to get her a bit out of the bunker. Still she kept claiming she was ok with where she was and that she didn't need anything else.
So every day she would get up, make breakfast, wash the dishes, clean, go to get groceries, then come back, do a bit of cleaning, prepare a lunch, or a snack (followed by a late lunch), clean, do laundry or iron or vacuum, clean, maybe prepare dinner or get ready to go out for one, and so on. But one day, after she finished up at the store, she stopped by Merry Cupcakes and Donuts like she always did, but found the place crowded. Not that it normally wasn't, but this time, the baker and owner herself was out selling and running in the back to help out the second baker, tearing herself apart over trying to service all the grumpy customers. Sarah could feel the anxiety seeping off of Mer.
Meredith was a good woman, and her baked goods were amazing, Buddy Valastro - the Boss amazing, and Sarah would always stop by to pick up something for the boys or Julia. The young baker Steph was her second, learning the trait and Sarah really liked them both. So, of course, when she saw her friend in trouble, Sarah's nature to help people kicked in and she slowly excused herself through the crowd to reach Mer.
"Need help?!" She shouted over the customers and Mer looked up and was instantly relieved, her mouth curling into a joyful smile. That day Sarah started helping out at the bakery, just until they found a new sales girl.
Even if she said she was ok with just dusting around the bunker, the change in her was evident from day one, and Dean was really glad she found something, a sense of purpose, even if it wasn't something permanent. It was a start.
"You keep this up, you are going to fatten them up." Sam commented one day when Sarah walked in the kitchen where the others were with a whole box of different pasties. Of course he took a small bite, but nothing beyond that, while Dean and Juls would always stuff their faces with it.
"I can always think of one good way to burn down the carbs." Julia commented and the brow wiggle would have been sexy if she didn't have powder sugar all over her face and grinned with her mouth full of donuts. Sam made a disgusting face and Dean started to laugh, sending bits and pieces of the cupcake in his mouth all over the place.
"Oh, God! You're despicable." Sam said nearly gagging and Julia repeated his words, immigrating Sylvester the Cat, spitting parts of her donut everywhere and making Sam flee.
One thing Dean noticed whenever Sarah came home from her job is that she would always smell like pastries and he would always linger on that welcome-home kiss, absorbing that sweet flavor. Sometimes it would have a more of a vanilla touch to it, other times it would be cherry or chocolate and it was absolutely delicious to imagine himself getting lost in that sensation. But when she came home from her afternoon shift, she would be so tired, she would shower, washing all those amazing smells off of her and then just falling asleep as soon as she hit the bed.
Dean would always watch her fall asleep with a smile on his face, sometimes brushing off that loose blond strain of hair so that he could get a better look at that sweet face and those full pink lips. He would sometimes rub her back with his hand and she would hum in her sleep, and he was happy. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy. For the first time there was no fear that something might go wrong, but instead certainty that they would conquer anything anyone threw their way.
After a very long day working on the BMW, Dean sat in the library, beer in hand, relaxing. Julia said they needed a new on-board computer for the car, cuz apparently the old one was 'a bust', so she went to go get it, and Sam offered to tag along, using as an excuse that he could use some fresh air. Yeah right. He made sure they took the Camero and not Baby, not having a desire to have to wash and disinfect the internal upholstery and seats.
Dean jumped in his seat when he heard the front door squeak open and was surprised too see Sarah there. It was way too early for her to be home so soon, but he still welcomed her with open arms, a tight hug and a soft kiss, inhaling as much of that bakery scent as he could before she washed it all off. She hummed into the kiss and when he started to pull back, she grabbed him by the neck and kissed him a bit more passionately. Finally, they broke free and she smiled at him, seeing a slight dazed expression on his face.
"Ba...Ba... Back so soon?" Dean barely breathed out.
"Yeah. Mer hired a new girl and she is still learning her way around, otherwise I would have been home even sooner."
"Hmm..." Dean hummed and pulled her by the waist, trapping her in another sweet long kiss. She giggled, a hand extended away from Dean and only when they broke apart again did Dean notice she had yet another box of treats for them. Since Juls and Sam weren't there, he licked his lips, thinking he had the whole box to himself. Sarah watched him as he ogled the box, fixated on it and she lifted it up and giggled when his gaze followed it. He brought it down, then moved it left and right, and of course Dean caught on, but continued to play along, nearly drooling over it.
Taking it a step further, Sarah took a few steps back, wiggling the box in his face and he took the bait. The more closer he got, the more she backed away, the faster his approach became, the faster she moved away, thus getting into a cat and mouse chasing game. When Dean almost caught her once, she played around, seemingly almost dropping the box and as he reached to keep it from falling, she yanked it away right in front of him and ran into their room.
"Sufferin' Succotash!" Dean exclaimed, annoyed how the little blond tweety bird ran away with his treat. Lurking closer, he slowly came to their room and moved the already ajar door, and quietly slipped inside, not to alert Sarah, as if she didn't know he was coming in. He expected a few options, maybe her hiding with the box in the closet or under the bed, or hiding just the box and he would either have to look for it or tickle her until she gave up it's location. He didn't not expect to find her sprawled on the bed, a few buttons of her blouse undone, the box opened in front of her, a donut with rainbow sprinkles in her hand, inching towards her mouth. He stood there, frozen as he watched her lick her lips seductively and sink her teeth into the donut. The white vanilla crème poured out of it, past her lips and she barely caught it with her fingers from dripping of her chin. She put her coated fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean and smiled at Dean, who, if he really was a cartoon, would have his jaw on the floor and his tongue rolling away like a red carpet.
"Care to join me, or will I have to eat all these donuts myself?" Sarah asked, her voice unbelievably sexy, and Dean blinked, coming back to reality, realizing the slight burn in his groin was due to the tightness of the confined space of his jeans. He was already so hard it hurt.
Sarah screamed as Dean ran and jumped on the bed, but instead of going for her, he went for the box of donuts, picking up the powdered sugar one and taking a big bite off it. She gawked at him for that, but started giggling when he turned his face fully towards her.
"You have some sugar... All over..." She started with a pointed finger before going open palm to indicate Dean's face was cover with the substance, but Dean just grinned at her. In return, she gave him a one brow raise and then cupped his face. Leaning in, Dean closed his eyes awaiting for a kiss, but instead felt a warm wet tongue lick a long stripe along his cheek, catching on the corner of his lips in the process. His eyes snapped open and he stared at her, absolutely unable to move away when she licked him again.
"Ummmm... Yummy..." She said with a smile and he stared at her only for a second longer before he propped himself up and kissed her, smearing all that powder sugar between their faces. She tried to pull away, giggling but Dean held onto her, turning the lip kiss into a delicious French kiss, tasting all that vanilla on her tongue and humming, or more like groaning, the image of white vanilla sauce dripping out of her mouth making his already hard dick pulse. Soon she too got lost in that hot kiss, her hand landing softly on Dean's chest.
Slowly, the clothes on their bodies started to pool around their bed, covering up the discarded box with half eaten donuts and soon enough they were lying on their sides, their bodies and legs tangled, their hands all over each other, touching, caressing, squeezing, their lips on each other's lips, cheeks, necks, collarbones and Dean's throbbing dick flush against her belly. She moved just a bit, making him rub against her, and he moaned, his mind clouding up over the feel of her soft skin against his erection, and the taste of donuts and vanilla on her tongue and the smell of pasties in her hair and on her skin.
He was kissing her neck, relishing in her smell, moving his hand over her hip and on her thigh, then looked back up on her and leaned in for another long, deep kiss. Sarah playfully bit down on his lower lip and dragged it out, then gasped in his mouth when she suddenly felt him push her down on the bed and he was instantly on top of her, straddling her hips as his dick stood up proudly between them. The smirk he gave her sent tingles down her spine and the dived back to kiss her, taking her lip and sucking on it like it was the most delicious thing.
Moving to plant soft wet kisses he followed the trail from her mouth to her jaw line and behind her ear. Coming down to the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply, humming once more to the sweet smell that lingered in her skin.
"You smell so sweet... Taste so too..." He said, his lips hovering just above her skin long enough to speak before diving right back in. After a few moments, he stopped only to add "I have gotta taste every little bit." And so he did, coming back to her lips, then switching sides and kissing down the other side of her neck while his fingers traced over her breasts sometimes squeezing, sometimes playing with those perky pink nipples, all the while eliciting amazing moans from her mouth.
He went lower, tracing his hot tongue all over her collarbone and down her cleavage, making her arch her back. He purposely skipped letting his swollen lips go anywhere near her hardened nipples and much to her surprise, he started going lower, pecking her tummy and just as he reached under her navel, he planted a wet kiss to the side, paused and sucked in the patch of skin there.
Sarah was on cloud nine. Her mind was already fogged over from all the kisses when he pushed her onto the bed and that sent some very powerful jolts throughout her system. By the time he started kissing the other side of her neck she was already panting, the amazing feel of his lips on her making heat pool down in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was already so wet when her lower lips started to tremble the moment she realized the direction Dean was taking.
It felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest, that's how hard it was beating when Dean's wet lips tasted every bit of her thighs, first outter, then the inner parts, eventually ghosting over her sex, watching her jaw drop open when he released hot breaths upon it. He smirked, his eyes trained on her facial expressions, and said something that would normally, with any woman instantly kill the mood.
"Ough... I tink I taw a puddy tat."
Deep blue eyes snapped down on him, wide and bewildered and he gulped, knowing that was just the dumbest thing to say at that point. But then it became perfectly clear why Sarah was the one for him, and he could honestly admit it - to himself - that he loved her for it, because she threw her head back and started laughing so hard, her belly actually started to bounce a bit. She looked between her legs where Dean himself was laughing and said with a raised brow.
"I thought I was the little blond Tweety bird and you were the mean ol' puddy tat."
That had them laughing again until another brilliant idea popped in Dean's head and with a wide grin he said "Yes, you're right. I am the cat and you're the little Birdy and I am going to eat you." The next second his wide tongue licked a long strip straight through the middle of her core making her gasp and choke on air.
"Ooouh... De... Dean. Deaaaaaaan..." she shouted as he did it again, arching her back, unsure if she wanted more or wanted to get away.
"Jesus, you taste so freak' sweet." Dean muffled and as strange as it sounded, it was true. Somehow, Sarah tasted so sweet, it was completely unreal, unnatural, but Sarah was a special girl, so maybe that drop of grace in her system had something to do with it all. Regardless of what it was, Dean really liked it, so he dived right back in, making her moan his name so loudly, he was sure if someone was in the bunker, they would have heard her. Switching between the use of tongue and lips, he licked and sucked and just listened to her scream his name over and over, making him so hard, it actually started to hurt.
"Dee... Deean. Ough... Oh! Ouh, Dean, cccc... Crap, oh, crap! Dean... Dean... Deeeaaaaaaannnn..." She screamed feeling her orgasm build up fast, until the shouts became whines and whimpers as she came, his name permanently etched on her lips. To Dean, her taste changed to something even sweeter and suddenly he felt compelled to have more, so he kept licking and tasting her throughout her orgasm, making her thighs twitch and her breathing to come out in short cut-off spurs.
"De... Dean... Dean, I need... I need you... I need you in me, now!" She barely managed, her body aching for him, for his touch, for his kiss, for his cock inside of her. As if he was just waiting to hear it, Dean's daze broke and he quickly moved on top of her, sealing his lips on her neck as he sunk inside of her in one smooth move, groaning against her skin. She felt so good, all wet and tight, and he knew with all this build up, he wasn't going to last long, so he paused, trying to breath in and out and to reel his vastly rising orgasm back.
"No, no, don't... Don't slow down. Don't stop. I... I need you, Dean. I need you so bad. Ta... Take me. Take me." Sarah's silent voice reached his ear, sending him further into the daze, and he pulled out and slammed back in, and Sarah screamed a loud "YES!" then added "More. Again." and he obeyed, felling like he is almost ready to fall apart. She felt so good, the things she was saying were leading him straight down that sinful path, hitting just the right buttons and making him loose his mind. He pulled back and pushed back in deep, eliciting those sweet sound of approval from her and it was perfect. She was perfect.
"More, Dean. Please... I... oh... I'm so... so close..." For a moment, Dean felt so overwhelmed with the fact that he managed to get her to this point so soon again and driven by her words and her sweet, sweet sounds, he picked up his pace, closing his eyes and getting lost in that incredible feel of her body, those amazing sounds of her whines and that unbelievable smell of sweet pastries on her skin. Pulling out and pushing back in one last time, he felt her clench around him, her own orgasm sending him over the edge too and he came with a strangled cry, burying his head in the crook of her neck as her back arched up. He failed to notice the small buzz in the air and the grace flashing in her eyes.
Took him a few minutes of nothing but breathing to fully come back, but at least he was breathing her in. It was silly, how something as her smelling of pastries had seemingly turned him on so easily, but the truth was, it had more to do with her than with the smell she currently had. If she never smelled so sweet again, he would still love her the same.
"Dean? Are you ok?" She said underneath him, her hand coming up to curl her fingers in his hair and just brush through it. Either she felt his rapid heartbeat not slowing down or she sensed his panic, Dean didn't know. It didn't matter. He had to tell her. He just had to.
"I... I love you." He whispered, his voice muffled, but so scared, Sarah's arms flew around him in an instant, sealing around him in a tight, assuring hug and she kissed his neck before she replied.
"I love you too. I... I wish you could feel it the way I do, then you would know without a doubt."
"I... I think I can. I hope that is it, I think it is... I just... " He spoke, his head still buried in her neck.
"I know. I know. " And she did. She knew it all. That he was still scared he would loose her, or that she would leave him, and she couldn't promise him that something wouldn't happen and that they will always be together.
"It is scary, I know. It was scary for me too. And still is. I... I don't know what tomorrow might bring, but I know... I know I am here with you now, and... I feel complete."
Dean huffed a kind laugh and lifted himself up to look her in the eyes. "You're just... You're so perfect."
"No, I'm not." She huffed dismissively.
"Yeah, you are. To me you are." He assured her and she smiled warmly back at him, then watched him lean down to her lips. His kiss bore so many emotions, she barely struggled to contain them, not to let herself be overwhelmed with them, and she kissed him back, just as warmly and sweetly, it took them a good few minutes to break apart.
Huffing another laugh, Dean started to lift himself off of her, smiling as he saw her take a deep breath, acting as if she couldn't breathe properly with him on top. He finally slipped out of her only to come to a realisation.
"Oh, fuck. I... Sarah... I... I forgot..."
She looked back at him with a confused expression, tilting her head just a bit for emphasis. Still sporting a smile she asked "What? What did you forget?" Then, following Dean's line of sight to his softened bare dick, she let out an "oh."
Just an oh. No exclamation, no shock, no anger, no nothing. Just oh.
"Oh?" Dean asked confused. Not that he would have anything against anything happening from this, but... Somewhere in his mind he expected her to be pissed, even if he knew she really wouldn't be, she is too kind to be. There was a good chance his delusion was due to the fact that he feared she would think he did it on purpose or something, to try and keep her by her side. He really had abandonment issues.
"Yeah, I mean... It's not like it means anything. Yet. Doesn't mean that I'm... Pregnant or anything. I mean... Sometimes these things take a few shots to..." She paused, her eyes distant and then a soft smile spread upon her face as she focussed back on Dean. "But if by any chance I am, now... I... I am ok with that."
In an instant, a million bad scenarios past through his mind, from his baby being fed demon blood, to end up being possessed by an archangel because of the baby's unique bloodline. Heck, adding the fact that Sarah had grace in her system, the baby could be a nephilim. But then the sun shone so bright, and the calming sounds of the ocean waves washed it all away, forming a sight of a little girl building a sand castle on the beach. Dean looked back at Sarah with a spark in his eyes, and a smile so bright.
"Jamie?"
Sarah's gentle smile widened and she shrugged, at the same time her body language saying it is a possibility, but she didn't know for sure, and that she liked the name. "Jamie."
Dean let out a huge breath, suddenly feeling a ton lighter, all his worries and insecurities so distant and irrelevant. He moved off of Sarah and laid next to her, then after planing a small kiss on her arm, he snuggled next to her shoulder, breathing her in and reached for her hand to intertwine their fingers, feeling more happy and content than he ever thought would be possible. With the wide smile still plastered on her face, Sarah's turned to set a kiss on his cheek, than turned back and focused her look on the ceiling.
And as the sound of Dean's even breathing filled the room, Sarah's smile faltered just a bit, her blue eyes went slightly colder before the grace flickered inside of them, in and out, like a ghost would.