American Girl - Tom Petty

The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon as emerald eyes slowly opened, taking in their surroundings. He was warm and comfortable, his body still relaxed from the night's activities. Just the thought brought a small smirk to his face as he slid his hand down the bare back that was sprawled across his chest. Her even breathing signaled that she still slept deeply against him, and for that he was grateful. The silence gave him an opportunity to reflect on how he found himself with her.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that the small huntress cornered his demon-self. He could remember the events like watching a movie. He knew it was him, but he didn't feel a connection to the memory. No, the first connection he felt to her was in some shitty bar in the heart of New Orleans. That was the first time he gave himself the opportunity to really see her. Then, with the near miss with the witch in Tulsa, he couldn't deny the bond he felt to her. Even the few weeks that passed since then somehow felt longer. He could feel her weaseling her way under the defenses he constructed around himself over the years.

And that was the problem, wasn't it? For years, he did everything he could to keep himself unattached. Sure, there were a few moments of weakness along the way, but nothing stuck. Every time he found himself getting comfortable, something happened to get in the way, and each time, he was left a little more damaged than before. That was the thing. All he ever wanted, whether he would admit it aloud or not, was to be happy. Maybe not the apple-pie life, or Sam's idealistic dream of getting out, but after all he gave up, didn't he deserve happiness?

That thought stung the most. Right here, with her snuggled next to him, he was happy. He wasn't worried about what awful thing was going to try to kill him next. He wasn't thinking about how to gank whatever monstrous creature he was after. The only thing that was really bothering him at the moment was why he couldn't just let himself appreciate this. He actually enjoyed himself immensely on their date. Date . The word rang in his head and he couldn't stop the goofy grin from spreading over his previously pensive expression. He couldn't remember the last time he went on a proper date, and it had been an eye-opening event.

She was the difference. Every other time he was involved with someone, they found out his secret through some tragedy. She already knew. Hell, she knew more about him than anyone ever would. He had originally been her mark, after all. He knew she must have researched him for weeks before she faced his demon-self. Maybe that's what it took. It made sense. There were no lies to cover and no secrets to hide. She already knew. Shaking his head, the grin never left his face. Promised her a round two, so better not disappoint .

Stealthily, he maneuvered himself from under her while gently rolling her to her back. He took a moment to take in her sleeping form. Her hair was wild and spread across her pillow. Her lips were slightly parted in sleep, and he resisted the urge to abandon his plan and kiss her senseless. He chuckled to himself as his eyes caught the faint bruising on her throat from his attention the night before. His eyes fell lower to her bare chest where the light blue marks darkened slightly around her pink nipples and the soft underside of her breasts. He couldn't help himself. He leaned over her, gently pressing his nose between the peaks, and placed a soft kiss just below her breast bone. Giving in completely to the urge to taste her, he slowly worked his way down her abdomen. He paid special attention to the suspiciously fingertip shaped marks at her hips. He hadn't realized he was quite so rough with her, even if she enjoyed it.

Dropping lower, he chanced a glance upward to verify that she was still asleep. Satisfied, he dipped his head between her thighs and gave a long lick over her center. Other than the slight flinch of the muscles in her thighs, she offered no reaction. He set a leisurely pace, content with slowly teasing her into consciousness. Admittedly, he hadn't really thought this through since they hadn't exactly cleaned up after their interlude just a few short hours before, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He wanted to give her this. Hell, he'd give her anything as long as she kept the light feeling in his chest. He hummed softly to himself as he lapped at her, adding to the stimulation. Her breathing was picking up and he knew it wouldn't be long before she started to wake fully.

He was only mildly startled as delicate fingers wound their way through his short locks. Never ceasing his ministrations, he glanced up at her. Mischievous emerald clashed with sleepy, pleasure filled brown as her lips parted in a soft moan. He doubled his efforts then. The sounds she made worked better than any aphrodisiac, and he wanted to hear more. His long licks focused to quick, sharp flicks over her sensitive clit while he slowly pressed a long finger inside her. Her hips snapped almost violently to the change of pace, but his free hand held her securely in place. She was whimpering now, rolling her hips against her restraint, pressing to his lips. Suddenly feeling her sense of urgency, he attached his full lips to her swollen clit and sucked while adding a second finger inside her. As soon as he increased the pace of his thrusting and turning fingers, he could feel her orgasm approaching. He doubled his efforts as she shattered.

Without giving her a chance to recover, he sat back and pulled her to straddle his lap. She was putty in his arms. He attached his lips to her jaw as he braced her back with one hand and rubbed the head of his painfully hard cock against her entrance with the other. She moaned softly in his ear, pulling the lobe between her teeth as she nipped him in reprimand for teasing her. His soft chuckle made her heart flip in her chest as they pulled each other closer. She lifted herself to her knees over him as he positioned himself at her entrance. Feeling the head of his thick cock pressing inside her, she slowly lowered herself onto him.

Fully seated against him, she released a breath she didn't realize she was holding while nuzzling her nose against the column of his throat. He held her close to his chest, enjoying the sensations of being inside her. One hand stroked her back as the other flexed against her hip, while he struggled to maintain control. He could feel her smile against his skin before she pulled away slightly to place a lazy kiss on his lips. He groaned against her kiss as her slight movement sent a jolt through his system. Smiling to herself, she spoke quietly against his lips.

"Feel free to spend the night with me anytime if this is the wake-up call I'm gonna get."

"It would be my pleasure. Now, how do you feel about round two?"

"Ready and waiting, Winchester."

With that, she rolled her hips against his in a slow grinding motion to emphasize her point. He attached his lips to hers as he lifted her hips to guide her motions as he brought her down over him again and again. Where last night was a hurried passion to cure the incessant frustration that had built between them, this morning was slow and measured. He flexed his hips to meet her slow, grinding thrusts as her head fell back and his lips trailed over her throat. Her breath was coming in short pants as she moved over him, her fingers gripping his back and biceps tightly. Once again, she found herself consumed by him. She wanted more.

Her thrusts lost some of their rolling grace as her desperation grew. The sensations were too much and not enough all at the same time. Every nerve ending seemed to be more sensitive than normal. She could feel every flex of his fingers as he gripped her hips and the pounding of his heart where her breasts pressed tightly to his chest. Or, was that hers? She couldn't think straight. His lips were like lava, trailing open-mouth kisses over the skin he could reach. She gripped him tighter, desperate for more. Her hips faltered with a particularly deep thrust.

Feeling her contracting around him was almost too much. He needed to bury himself in her. He needed to take control. He held her still rolling hips to him with one hand as he shifted their center of gravity. With his free hand, he braced her for the impact of toppling backwards with him still buried inside. He pressed a searing kiss to her lips before pulling himself to kneel at his full height, towering over her. Without missing a beat, he withdrew and pushed forward, setting a rapid pace of deep thrusts.

Her back arched immediately as he drove her to new heights. He was almost hypnotized by her bouncing breasts as he pounded into her. He released one of her hips to cup her right breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He choked out a heavy groan as she planted her feet next to his knees, meeting him thrust for thrust. Unable to hold out much longer, he ran the hand from her breast, down her abdomen, to rub tight circles around her clit. Her back arched again, pressing him even deeper.

She stared up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, pleasure wracking her system. With her minimal brain function, she could hardly believe she got this lucky. To her, he looked like Adonis towering over her. His brows knit together in concentration and a light flush covered him from cheek to chest. His full lips were slightly parted as he panted. His broad shoulders seemed even more so as he gripped her hips, and his pecs flexed beneath the smooth skin of his chest with his effort. While he may not be ripped, he still exudes power as he slammed into her over and over. To her, he was perfect. She lost her half-hearted train of thought as the force of his thrusts and the friction on her clit increased.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He was so close. All he needed was to feel her clenching around him to finally push him over the edge. He dropped his weight to a forearm next to her head, finally able to feel her skin against his once more. His other hand kept its focus on her clit as he drove himself into her at this new angle. Her voice grew in volume as she cried out to him. Just a little more .

He felt it when she finally let go. Her nails sunk sharply into his shoulders as she came. However, he couldn't feel the light sting over the phenomenal clenching of her muscles around his overly sensitive cock. Unable to hold out any longer, he clenched his teeth as the tale-tell sign of his sac tightening foretold his impending orgasm. He locked his hips to hers as he rode out his pleasure, his nose buried against her throat.

Coming down from his high, he couldn't force himself to move from his position sprawled across her chest, his rapidly softening cock still buried within her. He relaxed completely as she carded her fingers through his short hair. Her steady heartbeat echoed in his ears. With a bone deep sigh, he lifted himself away from her to roll to his back at her side. Before she could pull away, he tugged her back to him, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder.

"I think round two was even better than round one."

He chuckled lightly, tangling his fingers in her disheveled locks. He could agree with that, although both had been fantastic in his book.

"I live to serve."

She hummed softly as she snuggled closer, enjoying his attention to her hair. As she laid against his chest, she took in her surroundings. The guy really outdid himself. She recognized the tent as one of the spares the family kept for emergencies on hunts. It wasn't huge, but it was fine for their purpose. Since a comfortable size air mattress would have been entirely too big, the floor of the tent was covered in piles of pillows and comforters that looked like they had been raided from all over the house, including her own room. She smiled to herself, knowing she would owe some replacements.

The comfortable silence that surrounded them was broken by the ringing of his cell phone. He reached to fumble through the pile of discarded clothing until he found the offending device. Silencing the alarm, he dropped the phone back on to the pile before relaxing again.

"As much as I hate it, we should probably get cleaned up and head back."

She heaved a heavy sigh, stretching next to him. She popped her neck and rolled some of the kinks out of her joints. Despite the lack of a full night's sleep, she felt surprisingly well rested."

"I know. Today's gonna be pretty busy anyway."

"Michael mentioned something about a Fourth of July party. That's why I set the alarm."

He rose to his knees to exit the small tent after grabbing a bag that had been left in the corner. She was a bit puzzled as to why he hadn't dressed, but followed his lead. As she emerged, she found him heading for the small dock a few feet away, bag still in hand.

As she approached him, he turned, giving her a soft smile, pulling her to his side once she was in arms reach. Without warning, he locked both arms around her and barreled off the end of the dock into the pond. Moments later, they breached the surface, sputtering and laughing. She pushed her long hair out of her face and wiped away enough water to be able to see him clearly.

"What the hell?"

"What? We needed to clean up a little before going back."

She couldn't help but laugh as he pulled her into his arms. Shaking her head, she playfully batted his shoulder and pushed, swimming just out of reach. He let her go easily, watching carefully as she ducked under the chilly water. Once she emerged, she ran her hands over her body, rinsing away what she could of their tryst. Glancing his way, she noticed he was doing the same. She had to stifle the giggle that threatened to rise as she caught sight of the small scratches that graced his shoulders and biceps. There were also a few small bruises appearing around the base of his throat that looked suspiciously like her teeth. She blushed at the memory of just how that happened.

"There's towels and clean clothes in the bag, when you're ready."

She smiled at his thoughtfulness, swimming toward him. Meeting her halfway, he pulled her close to his chest and planted a wet kiss to her lips. He swam them both to the dock's ladder, allowing her to climb out ahead of him. She already had the towels in hand when he reached her. She tossed one to him and began drying herself, and he followed suit.

Once dry, they dressed quickly and began breaking down the make-shift campsite. The tent, pillows, blanket, and fire pit would have to wait until he had one of the side-by-sides to retrieve them. With everything loaded on the ATV, they sped off toward the shop. He could sense the difference between them on the way back. They fell into a companionable silence as he drove, her palms resting lightly on his thighs. He glanced at his watch. Fortunately, they would be making it back before breakfast. He parked the four-wheeler inside the shop and grabbed what needed to go back inside.

Sneaking in the back door of the den, he felt like a teenager trying to avoid getting busted for bringing a girl home. They listened closely for any activity before entering the main portion of the house and creeping up the stairs to the third floor. He had no idea how they managed to make it back to her room without being caught. He closed the door with a silent 'click' and dropped the bags he was carrying to the floor before finally letting his laughter get the best of him.

"Did we really need to sneak in like that?"

"Nah, but it was fun."

He shook his head at her antics and headed for the bathroom to start their shower. He hoped that they could avoid alerting her family to what they had been up to that night. While he didn't mind them knowing the nature of his relationship with her, he wanted to keep the details private. Besides, from what Michael told him, today was supposed to be a 'normal' day with no hunting or researching. The entire clan would be arriving after breakfast for the party.

At breakfast, the small group opted to eat at the kitchen bar instead of with the elders in the dining room. The pair had been on the receiving end of expected teasing from both Sam and Faye, but to Dean's shock, Michael even joined in. With Maddie in the room, everyone kept the more salacious jokes to a minimum, but the thinly veiled innuendos ran rampant. Both Dean and Kat remained beet red for most of the meal and for some time after.

As the rest of the family arrived, the girls were on welcome duty to make sure everyone was situated before the party started. In the meantime, Michael kept Sam and Dean safe from the hustle and bustle in the back of the library, sneaking in a little research. It was close to lunch when Kat and Faye appeared to deliver the summons for everyone to assemble around the pool. Having been sequestered away for most of the morning, Sam and Dean shared a confused look, but followed anyway.

Once on the back patio, Dean couldn't help but stare in awe of his surroundings. It looked like an all-American backyard bar-b-que. Numerous chairs had been scattered around the pool where several inflatables were waiting. William and Rick stood next to a giant grill casually sipping their beers. There was a tent setup close to the grill where an assortment of food and drinks were set up. Off to the side, massive boxes of fireworks waited to be popped. Surrounding the entire scene were dozens of lit torches. Small lights were strung overhead, and he couldn't help wondering what everything would look like that night.

The clan of hunters slowly began appearing from the house. He was proud to admit he could remember most of their names, and hopefully wouldn't be embarrassing himself. He glanced at Sam who looked like an awe-struck kid in a candy store. While all Dean had ever wanted was to be happy, Sam wanted to be normal, and this was about as normal as it could get. Looking back to Kat, she smiled brightly at him. Before he could ask any of the questions that were running through his mind, Ray Sr. addressed the crowd.

"Welcome home, everyone! I think I can speak for us all when I say how happy I am that we can all be here together. It's not often that we're all in the same place! This year, we have a couple of new additions. I know you've already met them, but I want to make things official. Sam, Dean, we want to welcome you both as a part of this family and thank you for what you do. Don't worry... y'all don't have to say anything, but we want y'all to know that if you ever need anything, backup is only a call away."

For their part, the brothers did their best not to look as embarrassed as they felt. As Ray closed out his little impromptu speech, the party was set to get underway. Dean leaned to Kat at his side, trying his best to hide his mortification.

"Did you know about this?"

"No. I definitely would have warned you if I did."

"I don't even think a warning would have prepared me for that. What was it all about, anyway?"

"Just what he said. You're in. If you need help on a hunt, call and we'll send someone. If you're available, Ray will send you jobs. If you need intel, there's always someone here for research. That's how we get things to run so smoothly. It's a support system, and now it's yours. Now, come on! It's your first Fourthageddon and you're going to enjoy it!"

He looked at her in confusion. His mind was still reeling from Ray's statement and her explanation, but the rule for the day was no work so he opted to focus on the second part that had him baffled.

"Fourth-a-what?"

It was Faye who piped up then. She stood by to let Kat decipher their grandfather's meaning, but she couldn't hold back her chuckle at Dean's reaction. She knew they were weird, and their annual tradition only added to that. The day-time portion of the party was pretty tame, but in true hunter fashion, things got a little wild after dark.

"Fourth-ageddon. Like Armageddon on the fourth. It's the nickname for the party. We do it every year. Now, let's get you boys changed and join in!"

"Changed into..."

"Already taken care of. Michael grabbed y'all some swim trunks since y'all probably didn't bring any. They're on the beds in your rooms. Go change. We'll be up in a second."

Dean looked at Kat, and she nodded in confirmation. He heaved a sigh and headed inside with Sam. This family just kept getting stranger. As if his head wasn't already enough of a jumbled mess with his developing feelings for Kat. Being inducted into this world of hers only added to it. Once he was certain that they were out of earshot, he turned to Sam.

"What do you make of all this?"

"I dunno, Dean. It seems fun, normal even."

"That's what I mean! Since when are hunters normal?"

"Well, maybe not 'normal', but they have this pretty well figured out. What's wrong with cutting loose every once in a while? It's not like we've never taken a day off."

"That's not it. It's the whole inducting us in thing. Do we really want to be part of this crazy?"

"Don't we? Look, every hunter needs some help now and then. They're another resource for us. Would it really suck so bad for us to not be on our own all the time? We haven't had any real support since Bobby."

"That's the other thing. Sammy, we're cursed. Everyone that's been involved with us has died bloody. Do we really wanna subject them to that?"

Having reached their rooms, Sam took a seat on Dean's bed and ran a hand over his face. He was tired. He could admit just how bad he wanted this. It was proof that hunters could lead somewhat normal lives. But at the same time, he understood where Dean was coming from. Bad shit seemed to follow them, but somehow, they had managed. Would the same things really happen if they involved themselves with the family?

"I get it, Dean. I do. But, we can't go around alienating ourselves just because of the what-ifs. I want this, man, and I know you do too. Look, let's just try this one thing and see how it goes."

Dean knew his brother was right, yet again. He dismissed Sam with a nod, not trusting himself to not say something stupid. There was plenty of time to back out, and if he were being honest, he really wanted to see where things lead. Wasn't that the pep talk he gave himself this morning? He changed quickly, and knocked on Sam's door before the pair headed back downstairs. The girls met them in the hallway, already changed into their bathing suits. Dean gave them a salacious waggle of his eyebrows, and Sam simply shook his head at his brother's antics.

The afternoon passed in a flash of food, beer, swimming, and an impromptu game of backyard baseball. Once the brothers had relaxed a bit, they were both surprised to be having more fun than they could remember. It was so much simpler. No monsters, and no research. Just hanging out with people who were just like them. It was easy to forget, for the moment, just how fucked up their lives could actually get.

By nightfall, dinner was served and everyone crowded around the massive dining room table. With the day of fun and drinking, the group was quite boisterous. Even the typically subdued elders were joining in. Hunting stories were the topic of conversation, and the brothers even contributed some of their own. Everyone listened intently to some of the more outlandish adventures the brothers had shared. Monster kill was par for the course here, but dealings with angels were far more unheard of.

By the end of dinner, the elders had excused themselves for the night and the younger kids were sent to bed. For the first time, Michael was allowed to stay and participate in the evenings events. After dishes were cleared, everyone headed outside for the real fun. Small groups had broken off. William, Rick, and Ray Jr. sat at one of the patio tables playing a round of Bullshit. Chari, Alice, and Carla sat close by drinking wine and watching their husband in amusement. Some of the older cousins that Dean hadn't gotten to know were back in the pool, floating and talking. What really caught his eye was Kat, as she and Faye appeared out of the pool house carrying a folded table. He and Sam approached the pair.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yep. Grab the cups off the counter, and Sam, grab the big cooler by the door."

Faye turned back to help Kat set up the beer pong table. Dean moved in, handing the cups to Kat as she and Faye split them up to position. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't played in years. Wasn't he too old for this? Nah . He glanced over at Sam who appeared to be just as excited about this development as he was. Once the girls finished pouring the beer, Kat turned toward the brothers with a serious look.

"Ok. Eyes decide the first shot. Bounces can be blocked. As long as you're not touching the table or cups, anything goes for distraction. Two balls in the same cup counts as two cups. No sipping or mixing. The beer in the cup has to be finished before the next team can shoot. Wrist rule in effect. Two re-racks are allowed. Any questions?"

The brothers looked at each other with grins plastered across their faces. They were both competitive ass holes, and apparently the girls were the same. He glanced at Michael who nodded. With a shrug he shook his head and took his place next to Kat, and Sam beside Faye.

After a couple of rounds of both teams making their cups on eyes, Sam missed his shot. Dean started, sinking the first cup with Kat right behind. Sam and Faye followed, both making their shots. The rounds went back and forth with both teams having hits and misses. Sam and Dean both were surprised by how much fun they were having with the girls. In the end, Sam and Faye won the first round. With best of two out of three declared, the second game was set up.

The second round played much like the first, but in the end, each team had one cup left. When Faye missed her last shot, Kat and Dean had a chance at redemption if they could both manage to hit their opponents' final cup. After Dean sunk his shot, Kat clinched the win. After two back to back rounds, all four were well on their way to intoxication, but the tie-breaker round still had to be played. In the end, it was Sam and Faye who came away victorious. They were all sufficiently drunk by that point, and it was agreed that it would be best to leave the game as it was. Faye glanced at her watch and signaled something the brothers didn't understand at Kat.

"It's time! Follow us!"

Sharing another look of confusion, they did as they were told. Following the girls, they made their way up to the top floor of the mansion and out onto one of the balconies that faced the back of the property. There, a ladder was perched allowing for access to the roof. The girls both scurried up the ladder as the boys followed, still not sure exactly what was going on. Once on the relatively flat surface of the roof, the girls spread the blankets that had been left there earlier in the day. Sufficiently puzzled, Dean finally questioned Kat on what they were doing.

"It's a tradition. Once everyone is drunk enough, dad and our uncles think it's a good idea to play with fireworks. This is the best place to watch the show. See over there? They're setting up!"

Both brothers looked to the direction she indicated and sure enough, the three men and even Michael were busy positioning things that neither could identify from their vantage point. By this time, the girls were seated on their blankets and waiting for the brothers to join them. A companionable silence fell over the group as beers were passed around. They waited patiently for the first explosion. Dean leaned back on his elbows, pulling Kat to rest against his chest. Taking another sip of his beer, he spoke quietly to her.

"How often do y'all do this sorta thing?"

"The fourth, Christmas, and New Year's. Those are basically the only times we can all make sure we're in the same place."

"And is it always this eventful?"

"Yea. Christmas even more so."

He thought over that for a moment. He supposed if they did things like this, it stood to reason that they celebrated real Christmases too. That's something he'd always wanted to experience. However, before he could ask any more questions, the first explosion rocked the night air. He watched the bright lights shimmer directly above them. The girls were right. The view was amazing.

Peeking down at the girl in his arms, he caught her eye as she stared up at the spectacle. She gave him a soft smile, and he couldn't help himself. He cupped her cheek gently as he leaned forward to press his lips to hers. The kiss was chaste compared to other activities they had participated in, but it still ignited something inside him. He held her securely to him as they watched the rest of the show. When the final lights died, the girls clapped loudly, whistling down at their father and uncles. Sam and Dean followed suit. The show had been quite impressive for amateurs.

By the time they made it off the roof, it was nearing one in the morning, and the lack of sleep from the night before finally caught up to them. Kat laughed softly at Dean's jaw splitting yawn, but she could admit that she was also exhausted. Saying their good nights to Sam and Faye, they trekked down the long hallway to Kat's room. After a quick shower, the pair climbed between the sheets. Dean lay on his back as Kat tucked herself to his side. One strong arm curled around her shoulders as she traced the lines of the anti-possession symbol on his chest.

"Thanks for today. I really did have fun."

"I'm glad. I hope y'all weren't too overwhelmed."

"Not at all. Once we got used to being around everyone it wasn't so bad."

She nodded against his shoulder as she turned more fully toward him. He slipped his hand underneath the oversized tee shirt she wore to stroke the soft skin of her back. He was more comfortable than he'd been in a long time. The fuzzy haze of alcohol still flooded his system as he wrapped himself completely around her. Pulling her chin toward him, he claimed her lips in a bone melting kiss. Heat flooded his skin as she snaked a leg over his hip, pressing her cotton covered core against him. He groaned then, pulling her closer as he nipped her bottom lip. The sharp roll of her hips was a shock to his system. There was no way they could get away with that now with so much activity in the house. He sighed mournfully and pulled away from her.

"As bad as I want to, we can't. I'd hate for your family to bust us."

"You're right. I'm sure I can make it up to you. Besides, I'd probably fall asleep halfway through anyway."

He laughed at her declaration, knowing just how true it was. Knowing how tired they both were, he doubted they'd even make it through foreplay. Resigning himself to settle for a final kiss, he rolled to his back, pulling her with him to settle across his chest. As she snuggled against him, he mused that he really could get used to this. With a muttered goodnight and a kiss to her head, he let a deep sleep claim him.