Tadah! Be afraid, be very afraid… This is a good chappie but if you are under 18, do NOT read.

RowennaLuna: Of course, you can have whatever cookie you want. (presents the cookie) And the sexual tension has definitely hit the roof.

Grinns like a maniac… Just you wait and see, there is a smut-tastic scene in this chapter.

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Dean sulked up the stairs to throw his bag into his room, while Sasha helped Sam out of the car and into the house. Then Dean had to go back down stairs and help Sam up the stairs to his room, ignoring everything Sam said. Sasha came in with a bag of ice wrapped in a towel, putting it on Sam's ankle. Despite Sam's protests, both Sasha and Dean left the room.

After Sasha brought up some pain medication and a glass of water for Sam, Dean pulled her back down the stairs and into the living room.

"You can let go of me now, you goon." Sasha pulled her arm out of his grasp and crossed her arms over her chest. "What is wrong now?"

Dean glared at her, punctuating his speech with a finger pointed at her. "You said that you could protect him. What happened huh, get distracted by his butt while you were walking behind him? This is why we don't have girls around…"

Sasha rolled her eyes a whacked his hand away from where he was aggressively pointing at her, and took her own aggressive move by stepping forward. They were toe to toe, and eye to eye despite the height difference, both of them glaring at each other. "Yeah Dean, I can protect him… from witchcraft. NOT a gopher hole. I don't see how you can blame me for the fact that he twisted his ankle!"

Dean straightened his spine making himself seem taller as he loomed over her. "That is not the point and you know it. You said…"

But Sasha cut him off. "You're right, that isn't the point. The point is, you are upset because you thought I was giving him a blow-job in the middle of the woods, and you stormed over and made a fool of yourself." Sasha noticed what he had done and without a thought she kicked off her shoes and stood on the couch so that she was now towering over him, speaking the whole time, mocking Dean. "Oh Sasha, how could you let my full grown brother, who knows how to hike and camp, step in a gopher hole and sprain his ankle…. OHH you should have protected him!"

She made a disgusted noise, before continuing. "What should I have done Dean? Hovered over Sam's shoulder, making sure he avoided ever rock and hole on the ground? Sorry, but I was looking for signs of Mallory… You know the witch who happens to be my sister, and is also wandering around causing serious trouble." She threw her hands up and looked around in exaggeration before looking back at Dean. "Forgive me for watching out for real danger, instead of making sure that Sam had good footing."

Her sarcasm was obvious and Dean glared at her, grabbing her waist and pulling her off the couch, putting her on her feet. "Shut up, Sasha"

Despite that, she kept going. "What are you really mad about Dean? Sam's sprained ankle, or the fact that you thought I was giving Sam a blow-job and you wished it was you? Huh!"

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Dean growled, turning her and pushing her up against the nearest wall. He invaded her space, pressing his body against hers, pinning her between him and the wall. Within seconds, he was kissing her; harshly pressing his mouth to hers. After a moment he pulled a breath away, speaking roughly. "I told you to shut up."

Sasha's face was unreadable, but she pushed against the wall, pressing her body against his and arching her back. She smirked slightly, taunting him, "What if I don't…?" Sasha's head tilted forward, towards Dean's jaw where her mouth feathered across his skin. The hands that Dean had pinned between their bodies suddenly loosened, and she slid them up around his neck. Her fingers threaded through the short hair at the back of his head, before fisting tightly and jerking him towards her until her mouth brushed his ear and his nose hovered over her neck.

"What if I scream?" Her breath feathered across his ear before she nipped at the lobe. Dean was leaning heavily against her now, his hands drifting down to slid over her hips and cup her bottom, one hand sliding farther than the other to grip her thigh, pulling it to the side and pressing his own hips against her pelvis. But this time his touch was gentler than before; not as rough or violent. He was still aggressive, but he wasn't angry anymore, only aroused.

"I think… I might like that…" Dean was panting, and he bit her in return when she nipped his ear, his teeth grazing over her pulse. Sasha sucked in a breath and he did it again, making her lift the thigh he was holding and hook it around his leg. She pulled his knee forward, making him grunt as he fell against her, his weight thumping against her slightly, his body pressing harder against her.

Pulling on his hair Sasha dragged him away from her neck, tilting his head back slightly, watching his eyes darken faintly at the move. Tilting her hips, she slid out from between Dean and the wall, her hand catching in his belt. Before he could take a breath, Sasha was dragging Dean up the stairs by his belt. After locking her door, Dean was shoved onto his back on her bed and straddled.

Then she was leaning over him, her mouth nudging against his, her eyes meeting his in an oddly shy look. Dean slid his hands around her waist, slowly forcing her down to lay on top of him as his arms tightened. Then with a small kiss, meant to be gentle, he began to kiss her steadily rougher, until his head was lifting off the bed, pushing her back as he kissed her forcibly.

Dean knew that he was not a gentle man under the best of circumstances, and arousal made him rougher than usual. He was hard, possessive, wild, and dominant. If he were an animal he would be an alpha, large and powerful, forceful and harsh in his needs. Luckily, Sasha didn't seem to mind, matching every bite, sound, and squeeze with one of her own.

One of Dean's hands shifted, cupping the back of her neck, a threatening move in any other situation. With his broad hand wrapped around her neck, Sasha shivered, her body pressing closer as her mouth opened to his unspoken command. Slowly, without letting go of her, Dean sat up, making her legs spread and settle against the heavy weight in his groin. He groaned into her mouth, pulling back and gritting his teeth as she readjusted, rocking her body against his in slow movements.

His hands went to the soft cotton shirt that she wore, pushing the yellow material up and pulling it off of her with his calloused hands. Tossing it aside, his hand stroked up her smooth back, tracing the curve of her spine as his mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled on her shoulder. His fingers hooked under the strap of her bra, finding the catch. Before he could undo it though, Sasha wiggled, pushing his hands away. He glared at her but she only laughed, her hands going to the hem of his shirt.

"Fair is fair, bucko." She grinned, her fingers hooking on his shirt and dragging it up. Dean gave a sort of half smile, still upset that he had been forced away from his goal but pleased that she gave as good as she got. When his chest was bare, his hands immediately went back to her strap, quickly unfastening it and pulling it off her body before she could try and stop him again, even though he knew she wasn't going to stop him. His arms wrapped around her again pulling her tightly to his chest.

He could feel her nipples rasp across his chest as they moved against each other, the denim of their jeans still separating them. Her hands that had been exploring his chest moved up, one around his neck and in his hair while the other stroked up and down the muscles of his arm and shoulder. He was holding her so tightly that her breasts were pressed up between them, the top curves accentuated by the position. His arms lifted her, moving his head down at the same time so that he could nuzzle one breast, sucking the nipple. His tongue pressed the soft flesh against the roof of his mouth rhythmically as he lay back down.

Her other breast brushed his cheek in this position, and one of his hands moved from her back and slid up her ribcage to cup the soft skin, rolling his thumb over the tight bud. His teeth scraped over the sensitive skin around her nipple and Sasha sucked in a breath.

Her hands gripped the sides of his head, pulling him away, trying to kiss him again but only reaching his forehead. "Dean…" But he didn't hear her. His blood was pumping and his eyes were focused on the moist skin of her breast as it swayed and moved above him. With a deep sound in his throat, he flexed, rolling over and pinning Sasha's smaller body under his. His hips thrust down, holding her lower body still while he grabbed her wrists and jerked them away from his head. His mouth went back to her chest, nipping and nuzzling her breast and examining the way it looked and felt in this position.

The soft sounds that Sasha was making only encouraged Dean, making him slide down her body. His hands released hers and dropped to the button of her jeans while he pressed his face to her stomach, rubbing his cheeks and chin over the skin. She giggled at the sensation of his stubble as it tickled across, wiggling when he planted his mouth above her belly-button and sucked lightly. He quickly had her jeans undone and was shoving and pulling them down her body. Throwing them off the bed his fingers moved over the soft fabric of her panties. Then he hooked his fingers in them and pulled them down her legs, grunting in approval when she lifted her hips helpfully.

Red. She really was a natural red-head, apparently. Dean's body tightened painfully at the sight of her soft thatch of hair between her legs, and he crawled up her body. Settling heavily against her side, he pinned her legs with one of his, his arm going around her shoulders and propping up her head. When his other hand drifted down between her legs, Sasha dug into him, her nails leaving red trails over his shoulders. She cried out when one of his fingers thrust into her, her hips lifting against him in need. Dean silenced her, covering her mouth with his in rough dominance. Dean didn't consciously know it, but he needed her to accept his darker side before he could be tender, before he could accept her feminine gentleness and return it.

Another finger pushed into her, and the way her body arched against him made him growl, a low rumbling of his chest. Sasha's eyes were closed, her face flushed as he thrust his fingers deeper. He felt her hands tighten and he pulled back, quickly stripping himself of the rest of his clothes, before moving between her thighs. She was watching him through half closed eyes and when he paused, Sasha wrapped her legs around his hips, making him groan.

Within moments Dean thrust into her. His head dropped to her neck while one hand gripped one of her thighs and the other was under her back, holding her so that she wouldn't slide on the sheets. Her arms were wrapped around his head and they would tighten with every inch that he moved into her; he would pause and she would loosen her hold until he thrust again. Kissing her neck he panted, "Sasha… Baby-girl… So, so good…" He groaned as he pushed deeper, her body clenching and fluttering around him as she adjusted to his size. "Perfect…"

A phantom smile touched her lips before she gasped. "Dea… Dean." Suddenly he was completely inside her, as deep as he could go and Sasha held back a whimper of pain. Then he was moving over her, shifting as he pulled back then thrust, and the pain was gone. Shifting under him her hips followed his when he tried to pull back, and when he would slam into her again she made a sound that Dean would respond to with a grunt.

Her skin was tingling, hot and too tight for her body. When he tilted his hips and moved in her again, she felt her body clench harder. Every time after that he would hit the same spot and each contraction was stronger, until every muscle in her body was strung tight and the only relief was when he would move in her. Dean's skin was moist and hot to the touch, rubbing along hers as his muscles bunched and flexed, driving him into her soft body. His jaw clenched when he felt the tremor inside her. When she came around him, he had to grit his teeth until his face turned red, and the thick muscles in his neck and shoulders stood out as he tried to restrain himself.

When she slumped under him, her body boneless and relaxed, he let go. Grabbing her hips in both hands, he slammed into her over and over. Less than 4 strokes passed before he exploded. As the tension drained away from his body, along with his cum, he began to lean heavily against her, crushing her into the mattress as his body tried to do the same thing that her had; go boneless. He pushed himself to the side, pulling Sasha with him to keep their bodies locked together, he let himself fall into the soft mattress.

Tucking Sasha under one arm, he watched as she curled around him, resting her head on his chest while one of her hands lay across his ribcage. Using one hand Dean brushed her bangs off her forehead and she looked up at him. With a sleepy smile and a soft kiss on his pectoral muscle, she burrowed into him and closed her eyes. It took Dean longer to fall asleep, his heart calming to a normal level and his breathing slowing.

"Night baby-girl." To his surprise she responded. And when she did, he grinned.

"Mruphrm.."

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