Finn was still sitting on the side of the bed when Dean slipped back in the guest room, pulling the door closed behind him. He thumbed off his phone before glancing at the brunette. "Who was that?"
"A friend." Something about his tone made Finn somewhat suspicious, but knowing him somewhat made her feel like maybe it was some woman he'd hooked up with or something.
Finn stood up to yank back the covers before snuggling under them on the firm mattress. She rolled onto her back to watch Dean tug back the covers on his side some more and mimicked her actions.
"Night." Her hand reached out for the lamp and clicked it off, bathing the room in darkness. The blinds were closed in the window on Dean's side of the bed, but the moonlight still filtered through. It only took a few minutes for their eyes to adjust as they lay side by side, a safe distance between them.
Finn rolled over onto her left side and closed her eyes. She was practically an expert at faking sleep after two miserable years spent with Rick. She lay there for about ten minutes before the hunter next to her shifted to roll onto his stomach before settling back down again. Finn's eyes opened when Dean's breathing finally slowed and she counted the number of seconds between each breath, finally accepting that he was fast asleep.
Finn pulled the covers off her lower half slowly before slid out of the bed quietly so not to jostle and wake him or make the mattress squeak.
Her hand wrapped around the doorknob before she glanced back at the man in the bed. Satisfied that he hadn't stirred, she turned it quietly before easing out the door, pulling it closed behind her
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Dean's eyes opened sometime later and his head turned instinctively to the left. His pulse rate immediately quickened upon seeing the empty space next to him where Finn had been laying when he'd drifted off to sleep. He reached out and felt the cool sheets for any sign of warmth like she'd just gotten up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water or something. Dean swung his legs over the side of the guest room bed before pushing off, crossing the carpeted room and opening the door.
He listened in the doorway for a few seconds for any sounds of life, a toilet flushing, the sink running, anything. Only silence greeted his ears and he internally groaned. Dean's bare feet padded down the hallway towards the living room and he heard his brother's soft snores before he'd even rounded the corner. Sam's left leg was hanging off the cushion and the other was stretched over the arm of the couch. The colorful handmade quilt was pulled up to his chin as he slept peacefully and Dean smiled to himself.
His eyes moved from his brother to the house alarm on the wall near the front door. It was deactivated and that made his stomach drop to his feet. Had Finn gone out of the house? He turned and headed back towards the kitchen and saw that the vertical blinds were pushed aside halfway and through the glass slider, he could see the brunette leaning against the deck railing, her back to him.
Dean watched her for a moment before he slid the heavy door open. She turned her head to the left just slightly, as if she could gauge who it was. Finn didn't speak, only turned to face the yard again. "I'm fine, Dean." She spoke softly before he could ask. She heard him slide the door closed again before she felt him approach her with some sense of careful apprehension.
He stepped up behind her and could feel the tension radiating off her. "How'd you know the alarm code?"
His question seemed to puzzle him and she smiled to herself. "I know him pretty well." Finn was referring to Garth and Dean nodded, even though she wasn't looking at him. "What are you doing up?"
"I was gonna ask you the same thing."
"Couldn't sleep." There was a pregnant pause that followed her statement and Dean waited for the elaboration, but Finn didn't continue.
Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt the man behind her close the distance between them. His right arm wrapped around her shoulders, his hand coming the rest on her left shoulder. His chin was on top of her head, tucking her neatly against him. "Look, I don't know what happened to you, I don't know what you went through these last few years, but you gotta leave it behind ya."
Her right hand came up to clutch his forearm, her left one on the railing for support. "Dean, he isn't going to stop looking for me." Her whisper was just enough to be heard over the crickets chirping incessantly around them. "He'll never stop until he finds me."
"How is he going to find you?" His tone held a certain bit of curiosity and he felt her sigh.
"He's a parole officer. He works at the jail and he knows all the cops. He has connections everywhere. All he has to do is reach out to some of his buddies and my life is over." The words were choked and quiet and he wasn't entirely sure of she meant that he would drag her back to his house... or end her life. "Dean, he's going to find me. He's probably already looking. I know he is."
"He's not gonna find you. You know how many damn times we were wanted by any of the alphabet soup agencies?" The way he put that made her smile a tiny bit. "C'mon, Finn. We won't let that happen."
"I just know that for the rest of my life," His arm tightened around her some. "I'm going to be looking over my shoulder for some type of monster and this time, I have no idea how to keep this one from taking everything away from me again."
Dean's eyes closed for a few seconds while he digested that. A breeze washed over them a bit, making Finn shiver. He tipped his head forward to the right of hers, his two day stubble against her temple and his left hand moved to the deck railing. Finn felt him sigh deeply and she smiled sadly. "I'm so sorry." His whisper made her nod slightly.
"I told Sam the other day that I just wanted to be normal again and I just don't know how that's even possible anymore."
"This is our normal." Her head fell back against his left shoulder, her eyes closed to keep the tears from falling. "Finn," Dean took a breath, catching the remnants of whatever body wash she'd used that morning before they left the bunker still lingering on her skin. "I promise you, I won't let him get to you." His face turned involuntarily to the left, breathing her in. "I promise."
Through the blinds from the upstairs window behind them, his eyes watched the pair on the deck in the moonlight. He'd woken up when he heard the silder open downstairs in the kitchen and watched his ex walk out on the deck in her bare feet and pajamas until the other hunter joined her. Dean and Finn were standing there together in a very intimate looking position and he watched them for a few moments before his wife's sleepy voice came from behind him.
"What are you doing? Come back to bed." Garth let go of the blinds he'd been peeking out of and the curtains fell back into place over them as he padded over the carpet softly and climbed back into bed next to Bess.
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Dean was surprised when Finn turned around in his arms to face him and hugged his torso tight. "Dean, I..." Her words died on her tongue and he hugged her close against him. Her breath caught when she realized just how much she missed someone holding her like that.
"I know, sweetheart." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. Finn raised her face to his after he did that and his eyes moved to hers, trying to gauge her emotions. There was a twinkle in her eyes and her dimple deepened just a bit, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly, wanting to laugh at herself for what she was about to say.
"I don't make very good decisions sometimes." Her gaze dropped to his mouth for a split second. He could feel her chest rising and falling against his, the slow drag of her pert nipples through both of their thin cotton shorts coaxing him to follow her lead.
Dean leaned forward, his forehead against hers as his breath danced across her parted lips a breath from his. "Well, one of us has to."
She shifted in front of him slightly and let out a shaky sigh. "I just wanna forget."
"Finn," There was a hint of his quickly waning judgment in his whisper. "We can't."
"I just wanna forget. Just for tonight, I wanna-," His lips met hers softly and the instant that they did, Dean let his logic and everything that went with it go straight out the proverbial window. "Dean," Her breathy tone made his lower half tighten with anticipation.
"Finn," He whispered back, feeling her intrusive fingers curl into the waist band of his pajama pants in a teasing manner. Dean's mouth moved from hers to the spot just below her ear to suck gently.
"Fuck." She carded the fingers on her left hand through his hair and tugged gently when he did that, a little thrill zinging down her spine to her lower half, igniting a spark she thought was long burned out. "Dean, let's go inside." Finn felt his calloused thumb brush her nipple through the flimsy material of her tank top.
He kissed her again before leading her into the house. He locked the slider and pulled the vertical blinds closed before his fingers linked in hers as he led her though the kitchen and back past his snoring brother in the living room on the couch.
Once inside the guest bedroom, Finn locked the door before turning to face Dean. She closed the gap between them, almost shocked at her own forwardness, but the need to feel something good again was overwhelming her senses. He slipped off her tank top in the dark room and she shoved his tshirt up and off before their lips met again, her small hands roving over his warm skin.
Finn shimmied her shorts down her hips impatiently and tugged his pants down before pushing him to sit on the bed. "C'mon, I need you. Now." She panted against his mouth as she moved to straddle his lap.
"I gotta get a condom." His logic floated back a bit.
"I'm on the shot." Before he could question her, Finn's cool hand grasped his manhood gently and guided it inside her, her chest at his eye level. She felt him groan softly from somewhere deep in his chest and she thought it was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard. "Fuck." She paused, her arms around his shoulders, trying to relax against the girth he held. Dean's warm hands moved to her hips and he closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into the small space between her breasts. She felt him kiss her sternum before she started to move.
"Finn," He whispered and she shook her head.
"Just let me... I just need..." The delicious friction against her pubic bone was making the coil inside her pelvis tighten and Finn briefly wondered when the last time she'd gotten off truly was. Dean felt her tighten around him as she brought herself closer to the edge. His hand snaked in between them to thumb the spot right above where they were connected and Finn gasped in his ear when he did that. "Dean."
"Shh," He shushed her before shifting them to roll over on the guest room mattress. "I know what you need." Finn was laying there, looking up at him in the moonlight that was sneaking in through the blinds. Her chest was heaving up and down as she tried to calm her breathing. Finn's eyes moved down his body as she saw Dean stoke himself a few times, his eyes moving from her to wherever she'd tossed his tshirt a moment ago. He leaned over to snag it off the floor to his right before turning his attention back to the brunette.
Finn arched into him when he slid back inside her before picking up a brutal pace. "You alright?" He whispered down to her. Her breasts were bouncing as he pounded into her relentlessly. Finn didn't answer, only reached up to pull him down to get that mouth of his back on hers.
Dean felt her tightening around him again and he whispered against her lips. "You feel so good around my cock, babygirl." That was all it took and she came undone for the second time that evening, one of her hands gripping her hair tightly and the back of her left hand pressed against her mouth to keep quiet. He followed her seconds later and pulled out to unload into his tshirt instead of on the guest bedding and she watched him do so, unashamed.
Dean getting off was easily the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
He wadded up his tshirt and slipped it in his duffle bag on the dresser before tugging up his pajama pants, his eyes moving to the woman on the bed. "Finn, you alright?" Her silence made him nervous and he waited for her response.
"Wonderful." She practically purred and he smiled softly. She sat up a few seconds later, feeling a bit lightheaded after she did so. "Damn." He leaned down to retrieve her tank top and shorts for her and Finn slipped them back on. "I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick."
Dean nodded before she slipped out of the room for the second time that evening and he flopped back on the bed, closing his eyes.
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Hey y'all!
Hope you guys liked this one. Finn's still worried about Rick and the resources he has to possibly locate her. Guess this was one way to keep her mind off things for a little while. ;)
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