Brianna pulled one of Dean's shirts out of his duffel bag.
"Didn't you bring your own clothes?" He asked her.
"I was in a rush, forgot pajamas." She explained. "I could sleep without a shirt." She countered, dropping the hotel robe and showing her red lace underwear covering her breasts and vagina.
She walked past him and dropped on the bed. Her lace panties framed her ass, leaving the cheeks visible to him.
Dean glanced over, checking that Sammy was asleep on his own bed. She was curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow and curling her thigh in such a way that displayed her lack of hair between her legs. The teenager felt himself get tight in his jeans. "Brian."
She turned, glancing at him. Getting up from her place, she crawled across the bed. leaning over the edge of the bed, she picked up Dean's disgarded flannel shirt. Her breasts shifted, threatening to drop out of her cups before she straightened up.
Pulling Dean's shirts over her underwear, she sat back on her legs. "Better?" She asked him, glancing at his jeans.
Dean leaned forward, wrapping his hand around her head and pressing his lips against hers.
She moaned as his hand added pressure to her head, like he couldn't pull her close enough to him.
His other arm snaked underneath his shirt, the exposed skin of his forearm warm against the overly hot skin of her back.
She shifted, pressing into him.
He let go of her head and they both gasped for air as Dean gripped her thigh, falling forward on top of her as she shifted her legs to wrap around him.
His boner pressed against her crotch, her panties burning hot against him. "Fuck." He breathed, thrusting his hips into her.
Her back arched and her head fell back against the pillows.
Dean lunged for her exposed neck.
The phone on the bedside table started shrieking.
Dean straightened until he was kneeling on the bed. He picked up the phone. "Hello?"
There was a man's voice on the other end of the line.
Brian pulled her legs from around Dean, rolling out from underneath him.
"Yeah, yeah Dad. I'll have every thing packed in the morning." He put the phone back on the receiver. "Where are you going?"
"That was the call. My Mom's gone and my Dad needs me." She said, taking off Dean's shirt as she went to her own bag.
"Brian, you're just going to ... leave?" He gasped, his boner painful against his jeans.
She smirked, walking back to the bed. Reaching out, she gripped his boner through the fabric. "This isn't how we should do this, Dean."
He sighed, agreement breaking through the haze of lust.
"In a hotel, with your brother in the next bed, and your Dad rushing to pick you up." She scoffed. "And me all distressed about my Mom being a conniving bitch."
Dean got off the bed, watching her pull on a black t-shirt.
Her dark hair dropped into her field of vision as she picked up anything that would tip off John to her being there. Standing up, she brushed her hair backwards with her fingers.
Dean took a mental picture of her standing here, hair a mess and lips swollen from kissing him. "Brianna." He mumbled.
She looked up as he stepped closer to her.
He pressed his fingers underneath her chin, crossing their height difference and pressing his lips to hers, softly this time.
She pressed back, moving her lips against his.
Reaching around her, Dean pulled the flannel over her shoulders. Pulling back, he set his forehead on hers. "Keep it. I know where to find you to get it back."
She smiled. Stepping back, she ran her fingers underneath her lace panties. Sliding them down her legs, she handed them to him. "You know where to find me and return them."
Dean took them, smirking. He quickly glanced at what had just been underneath the lace, underneath him.
She pulled her jeans on over her bare skin. Grabbing socks and boots. Finally her leather jacket settled over the flannel shirt and she checked the pockets for her keys. "If I forgot anything, toss it before John gets here."
He shook his head. "I'll just put it in my bag. I know where to find you and return it." He pointed out.
She smiled. "Walk me to the car?"
He took her bag from her hands, nodding towards the door. He tossed the bag into the backseat, as she opened the driver's door.
He held the door, both of them hesitating before she got into the car.
She stepped on her tiptoes, placing a kiss along the bottom of his jaw. "I'll see you again, soon, Dean."
He sighed, going to tangle his fingers in her hair, thinking better of it and simply running his fingers down her cheek. "I fucking hope so."
She smiled, her face getting mildly sad as she got back into the car.