The Strip Club – Part 2
Hey everyone! Sorry to leave you all hanging for so long. I had a lot of setbacks as I tried to get this chapter done, but it's here now and I hope you enjoy it. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those writers who can post chapters too often. It takes me awhile to write, real life just gets in the way.
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WARNING: There is spanking (Corporal Punishment/Domestic Discipline) of an adult female by an adult male. If this offends you, don't read. There is swearing.
"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Her." Dean growled darkly biting off each word angrily as his eyes narrowed in on the defiant woman. To say Dean was pissed was an understatement. His blood was boiling seeing her up on stage and what was worse was the fact that she knew this would bother him but she did it anyways.
Sam saw Dean's body go ridged with anger and there was an unmistakable vein that appeared on the side of his neck. Before Sam could say anything, with clenched fists at his sides, Dean marched determinedly towards the stage looking like he would ram right through anything that got in his way.
Sam, feeling an irritation of his own swarm through his body, followed his brother preparing himself to try and be reasonable, but there was no doubt he was pissed at Holly too. Seeing her like that was upsetting and very disappointing. She was family and he wanted her to portray herself with dignity and class and it annoyed him to no end that she was playing the part of sex object with no sense. Sam had a pretty good idea of who Holly was as a person and this was certainly not it and he was fully prepared to tell her just what he thought of this little stunt. That is, if he can get a word in, knowing Dean probably had plenty to say himself.
At this point Dean was seeing red and was trying very hard not explode as he approached the stage.
Holly did a small turn around which she hoped was sexy enough for Miss Brown then out of the corner of her eyes she spotted them. Sam and Dean were standing directly in front of the stage and despite the blinding lights that were in front of her there was no mistaking their infuriated expressions. Dean's eyes locked on Holly's for only a split second, but it was enough to show her just how pissed he was.
"Holly!" She heard Dean's voice boom angrily over the loud music and even though she saw them, it made her jump out of her skin. Holly, now feeling extremely embarrassed, ran over to grab her coat that was laying like a puddle towards the back of the stage. The tall heels clicked loudly as she ran towards her only source of coverage. She snatched her coat off the floor and used it as a protective shield wrapping it around her exposed body. For some reason, she felt more embarrassed and insecure about Sam and Dean seeing her like that rather than a lady she had just met. Perhaps it was because she was the same sex as Holly and she assumed that she would probably never see this woman again. While Sam and Dean were the ones she lived with and cared about what they thought of her, not to mention they highly disapproved of this in the first place.
Amelia apparently cut the music off the loud speakers because it went to an uncomfortable silence really quick. The only thing Holly could hear at that moment was the pounding in her ears and her loud hitched breaths. She stared at Sam and Dean wide eyed looking like the guilty woman she was feeling a cold shiver run up her spin making her legs form goose bumps. Holly wanted to explain her reasoning to the two men and why she really didn't have much of a choice if they wanted to succussed in this hunt. She wanted to tell them she was sorry and this was all for the hunt. It was not because she wanted to deliberately disobey and make them angry. It was because she wanted to save lives. She wanted them to understand, but at this point just looking at their faces showed no room for sympathies and understanding. It was clear they were pissed.
"Get off the stage. Now." Dean's voice was stiff and calm with a deadly low tone that made Holly's heart drop into her stomach. When Holly didn't move immediately Dean continued with narrowing eyes. "You got two seconds to get your stubborn ass off this stage before I drag you off." His threat was very believable.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but we are in the middle of an audition here…" Amelia stated to Sam and Dean sounding annoyed that they were rudely interrupted.
Dean turned his head toward Amelia fixing her with a severe glare.
"Listen lady, I'm only going to say this once. She is not auditioning. So, if you don't want any problems from us, you'll just back off and mind your business." Dean's words were cold and Holly winched at his rudeness towards Amelia. Poor lady didn't do anything wrong. She did seem to take the hint though and clamp her mouth shut whether that was because of the look on Dean's face or the tone of his voice, her sensible instincts kicked in and did as he asked. Holly did not blame her one bit. Dean looked intimidating as Hell.
"Holly, get off the stage, now." Sam said sternly in a voice that she did not often hear showing her that he was just as pissed and nowhere near being the patient man that he was.
Holly swallowed hard still standing there with her jacket wrapped around her body staring at them trying to absorb all that was occurring which apparently wasn't fast enough because before Holly knew it Dean jumped up on stage and was stomping over towards her in long strides. Holly had a mind to run, but couldn't get her legs to move, she was frozen where she stood. In one swift motion Dean bent down grabbing Holly's legs flipping her over his shoulder like she was a bag of feathers. Holly squeaked in protest not expecting to be lifted off her feet. Dean turned and stomped off the stage jumping down. Holly bounced in the air slightly letting a grunt escape her lips as she lower belly crush into the man's hard shoulder. Holly, of course, tried to wiggle out of Dean's grip due to the fact that she didn't like to be carried like a sack of potatoes. "Dean!" Holly protested, but Dean ignored her and continued to walk at a brisk pace. Holly fidgeted franticly with her jacket trying to cover the parts that were exposing her. She looked around the club feeling her cheeks blush with pure embarrassment. To be handled like this was not a very flattering display, but luckily there was only Amelia and someone at the bar cleaning. It was daytime and the club was not open yet, but it still did not take away the dreadful humiliation she felt. Perhaps it wasn't just being carried out like she was, perhaps it was because she was half ashamed for going through with what she did, although she did not regret it. There was a reason why she did it.
Sam walked beside Dean not saying a word as they both looked straight ahead towards the door focused and determined to get out of the club. Once they were out the door Holly found her voice and began to try and explain.
"Dean, please. They were going to let me talk to Mini afterwards. We're missing our shot." Holly explained desperately as she wiggled over his shoulder.
Dean did not give her the courtesy of responding and just kept walking like he didn't even hear her and Sam was no different. It appeared like all they cared about at the moment was leaving the club. Once they reached the Impala Dean swung open the back door and dropped Holly into the seat and immediately slammed the door. Before Holly knew it, Dean backed out of the parking space and tore onto the road putting as much distance from that place and Holly as he could. Holly turned around to look out the back window as she saw the blinking neon Cherries sign fade into the distance along with their one and only lead.
Holly turned back around leaning back into the leather seat suddenly feeling really embarrassed that all she had on was a skimpy stripper bikini. She pulled her jacket on completely pulling it tightly around her body trying to cover herself as much as possible. Holly's cheeks began to blush as she knew Sam and Dean not only saw her in this get-up, but saw her displaying herself in it. It was truly embarrassing and somewhat shameful despite her reason for doing it.
"We left my clothes there." Holly mumbled in a small voice as she looked down at her half bare thighs.
"What? You don't like the clothes you have on?" Dean bit out in sarcastic bitterness not hiding his anger about the situation in the slightest.
"No." Holly growled feeling annoyed at Dean's tone. "I only did that so I could talk to Mini afterwards. I didn't do it for my own amusement."
"We told you not to do it, Holly. We would have found another way to talk to the girls." Sam said in a disappointed tone.
"And I told you that the girls would be more open with just me. We had the advantage of using me. Now we missed that whole opportunity." Holly said with frustration as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Damn straight we did!" Dean cut in unapologetically sounding very irritated. "We're not using you as a sex object to gain any advantage ever. You understand me? You're not some object to be used."
Holly swallowed feeling her cheeks blush at Dean's insinuation. She really didn't see it that way but the more she thought about it, the more it was appearing that way.
"And don't even think about trying to get around this somehow, I'm liable to throw you off this case completely." Dean added angrily sounding like he was very much considering it.
Holly's head snapped up towards the back of Dean's head.
"You can't do that!" She blurted out in shock and worry. "Lives are at stake here and I'm not going to hold back just because things get a little uncomfortable. And don't you dare tell me that you both have never done things that made you uncomfortable to gain the upper hand in a case." Holly shot back hoping to reveal the hypocrisy in the situation. She knew it was unfair of him to say those things when he, himself, has done far worse to get information.
"We're not talking about us; we're talking about you. You don't take risks like that. How the hell can I protect you if you don't listen to a God damn thing I say?" Dean voice was gaining volume the more he spoke. The anger and frustration were clear in his tone.
"I can take care of myself and I chose to risk it." Holly declared lowering her voice to an annoyed tone not appreciating Dean's reasoning. Just because he doesn't want her to take any risk that might be compromising doesn't mean that it was just.
"Well I don't. We do things according to plan." Dean professed in a final tone.
Holly felt her frustration build up inside her along with her rising emotions that were becoming more and more difficult to keep in check.
"Well sometimes things change and they don't go according to plan and you have to do things that make you uncomfortable. I was willing to do it. It was my decision, not yours. Besides it shouldn't matter to you anyway, you are not mine and I am not yours. As I recall you said no. So as far as I'm concerned you can either suck it up or start rethinking your position."
As the words left Holly's mouth, she could hardly believe what she had just said. She basically told him to suck it up or have a relationship with her! What the hell was wrong with her? Her brain and mouth were clearly not communicating very well and emotion was taking over common sense. However, Holly didn't have too much time to contemplate her words before the Impala suddenly jerked to the left making Holly almost tumble over into the window. Dean swerved the car off the road onto a dirt patch by some tall pine trees.
Holly's mouth hung open in shock as Dean got out of the car slamming his door shut and quickly stomping over to the back door where Holly sat. He jerked her door opened and grabbed her by the upper arm pulling her out, not harshly but not gently either. Sam sat in the car watching them with a worried expression. Holly expecting the worst pulled back against his grip.
"Don't!" Holly exclaimed worried that her backside was in dangerous territory.
Dean let her arm go, but took an uncomfortable step closer to her. Holly stepped back in instinct as Dean was glaring straight into her eyes.
"Did you disobey me to talk to Mini or did you do it just piss me off?" Dean asked the question calmly, but his voice was on edge like he wasn't nearly as calm as he sounded. His tone was deep and serious sounding like how Holly responded would affect his forged calmness greatly.
"I…I did it to talk to Mini." Holly stuttered out not sounding very convincing even to her own ears.
Dean took another step towards Holly and Holly automatically took another nervous step back swallowing hard. Her body language showed to be uncomfortable with Dean staring down at her making her pale slightly.
"Really?" He asked not sounding convinced.
"Yes." It wasn't a lie, she did do it to talk to Mini, but there was a part of her that wanted him jealous. And although it was not clear at the time, now it was seeming to become more and more apparent as Dean's opposing figure loomed over her. It was almost a subconscious hope that it would make him jealous then an actual full-blown attempt to push him towards jealousy. However, it was clear now that she did do it to talk with Mini and make him jealous in a way. Now, she wasn't so sure she wanted to do either.
Holly was a horrible lair and it showed on her face that she was not being completely truthful with Dean and that made Dean's jaw clenched in frustration.
"You suck at lying." He stated bluntly shaking his head.
"I didn't do it to piss you off." Holly immediately responded in defense, but she knew it would be wrong to just flat out lie, not to mention he knew she was lying. "I mean maybe I wanted you a little jealous, but I truly was focused on talking with Mini."
Dean's frown deepened and his eyes narrowed in on her. "So, not only did you disobeyed me by doing the audition so you could talk this Mini, but you did it to make jealous."
Holly swallowed the lump in her throat looking down as guilt crossed over her eyes before she looked down at the dirt. There was a short tense pause before Dean spoke in a low deep tone that rumbled in his throat.
"Well congratulations, Holly, it worked. I'm jealous, but guess what I'm also pissed as hell and the only thing saving you from going over my knee right now is just how pissed I am." His voice was calm, but nowhere near relaxed. His threat made Holly's heart skip a beat as her brown eyes widened in fear and concern.
"You can't do that! You…you can't spank me just because you're jealous!" Holly declared desperately finding it to be unfair.
"Can't I?" He challenged darkly.
"NO. It's wrong." Holly stated believing it wholeheartedly.
Dean's face hardened further as his eyes flashed with aggravation.
"Oh, don't even lecture me about wrong, Holly. You were the one that disobeyed a direct order that ultimately displayed you as a sex object. That's not okay and never will be, the sooner you learn that the better." He growled looking at the woman like she had personally disrespected him.
"Sex object? Never okay? You've been to more strip clubs, Dean, then I can even count and I've never heard you complain about women being sex objects any of those times. But now all of sudden you blow your stack just because I was pretending." Holly was challenging Dean with logic in hopes that he would see his overreaction in all this.
Dean just glared at her; his face unmoved clearly not affected by Holly's challenge towards him.
"Those women aren't you. And you better listen to me very carefully because I am only going to say this once I am not changing my mind about having a relationship. So, get that out of your head right now. You trying to mess with my feeling bullshit will only last as long as I can stand it until you find yourself up shits creep without a paddle." Dean declared in a serious tone making Holly feel anything but satisfied. Holly felt her teeth clench and her heart ache as he turned away appearing to want to get back in the car, but he stopped turning back to face her directly like he had more he wanted to say.
"Oh, and if you ever dance in a strip club again and I find out about it. I will personally see to it that your ass matches that glowing red neon sign." Dean stated in a very stern voice.
Holly nearly scuffed at that. She didn't plan on ever dancing in a strip club ever again. It wasn't her calling. She wanted to tell him he had no right, but knew she would just be talking in circles with the man again and had no desire to strike up a conversation with the idiot who just said he would spank her ass until it was a glowing neon sign.
"Get in the car." He ordered firmly.
Holly watched as he walked over to the driver door, but Holly had no desire to follow orders. She sure as hell did not want to go anywhere with the man who was not only breaking her heart but threating her posterior. Holly shook her head and without thinking began walking away from the Impala in the opposite direction. Holly was packed full of emotion totally forgetting that she was in a stripper bikini with nothing but a jacket to cover her. She didn't really know where she was going nor did she care, she just wanted to get away from the man.
"Dean!" Sam said in earnest alerting Dean that Holly was not getting in the car.
Dean snapped his head to look behind him seeing Holly marching at a brisk pace away from the Impala on the dirt strip alongside the road wabbling slightly in her six-inch heels on the uneven ground. Her legs were exposed up to mid-thigh while her hair blew behind her swinging side to side. Dean clenched his teeth in furry.
"Son of a bitch." He growled as he slammed the diver door shut storming after her.
Holly was now power walking taking long strides keeping a severe scowl plastered on her face. But that didn't last long as she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder whirl her around and immediately, she being pick up and thrown over Dean's shoulder for the second time today.
Dean had no desire for Holly to be walking down the road in a stripper outfit with nothing but her jacket to cover her, not to mention he was just about fed up with her attitude about all this.
"Dean let me go!" Holly spat with as much venom as she could. "I don't want to be anywhere near you right now! Just let me go!"
Dean said nothing and continued towards the Impala holding tight to the infuriated woman over his shoulder. Holly kicked her legs and pushed against his solid back. It was obvious that her attempts barely even fazed Dean which made Holly even more angry at the man. Before Holly knew it, she was being dumped in the back seat of the Impala once again. Dean got in slamming his door shut so hard that Holly could have sworn would have cracked the glass. Dean laid heavy onto the gas pedal and took off down the road.
Holly just glared daggers into the back of Dean's head grinding her teeth at the infuriating man. Of course, she was upset about missing the opportunity to talk with Mini and Dean threating her with punishment, but she was mostly upset that he was the same stubborn bull-headed man that refused to open his mind to a relationship with her. It was utterly disheartening to hear him say that he would not change his mind. She didn't even try that hard to make him jealous, he did that on his own. It hurt that his mind was so closed to the possibility of a relationship especially when Holly thought it was nonsensical to refuse. She was beginning to doubt herself that Dean would be nothing more her friend.
Once back at the hotel Dean once again carried Holly into the room over his shoulder apparently not trusting her to walk in by herself. Holly was becoming really tired of being manhandled so much. Dean plopped Holly down on the firm mattress. Holly immediately bounced up glaring at Dean menacingly. Dean grabbed Holly's bag and tossed it in the bathroom letting it hit the floor with a solid thud. He turned towards Holly giving her a severe stern look, like someone who was at the end of his patience.
"Change out of that skimpy ass outfit." He growled pointing towards the open bathroom door wanting nothing more than for Holly to get out of those slutty pieces of fabric. He couldn't bare it much longer.
"Is that an order?" Holly mocked in no mood to be compliant. She was angry, but what was more she was hurt.
"Yes." He hissed his irritation building every second.
Holly was angry and she had no desire to do anything the man said. He practically shot her hopes to hell and it was appearing that nothing was going to break down his walls no matter how much she tired. She was in love with this man and he expressed the same feelings towards her, but yet he was convinced that they would be better apart. Not to mention the events that unfolded today. She did something that she thought was for the better and yet it was just turning into another shit show. Everything about it was infuriating and hurtful and she just want to scream. Right now, she wanted nothing to do with him and she most certainly did not want to take orders from him. Of course, she wanted to get out of the stripper outfit, even with the jacket covering her, she still felt very uncomfortable and exposed. However, she was more hurt by Dean than uncomfortable with the outfit and that was really saying something.
"I don't know, Dean. I'm kind of tired of your orders. In fact, I don't want to be anywhere near you, let alone listen to you. You have no right to tell me what to do right now." Holly said this through clenched teeth with a bitter annoyed tone that she did not bother hiding.
Dean just glared at her, his solid green eyes locking onto hers as his chest rose and fell in heavy controlled breaths. His jaw was clenched outlining his sharp face as his nostril's flared ever so slightly at her words. There was an awkward pause of silence that made Holly's heart stop for a moment sensing that Dean did not take to her words too kindly.
Suddenly, Holly began to feel very nervous as Dean just continued to glare at her. For a moment Holly considered just moving her ass into the bathroom and doing like he asked, but whether it pride or fear, Holly scarcely moved a muscle and just stared up at him. Then without warning, like Dean had suddenly made up his mind, he started to stomp towards Holly in long determined strides. Holly actually squeaked at seeing him come towards her bouncing off the bed in an attempt to get away. She didn't get far before she was caught by the wrist and yanked back. Before Holly could blink Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed and tugging her over his knee. Holly suddenly found herself face to face with the dingy blue hotel carpet. Holly pushed her palms against the carpet trying to pull herself up, but, of course, it was useless. Dean's iron grip had her pinned firmly in place and Holly wasn't going anywhere. Holly let out a small whimper.
"Dean, don't." Holly complained in protest as she felt her jacket exposing her upper thighs just below the undercurve of her backside. She knew very well that coverage wouldn't last.
And almost on cue Dean pulled back her jacket exposing her bottom to the cool air of the motel room.
"Dean! No!" Holly squealed as she pulled back her arm to grabbed at the fabric of her coat in order to cover herself, but she was unable to. Dean's firm grip on the fabric made it impossible for Holly to pull it down. Holly blushed profusely at the thought of Dean's view. The stripper bikini slid between her cheeks like a thong and being bent over Dean's knee made the sequenced fabric sink even deeper into her flesh making the position even more uncomfortable than it already was.
Without saying a word Dean laid down his palm onto Holly's exposed cheeks. Holly hissed and moaned as Dean hand fell onto her bottom again and again covering every ich of the naked flesh.
"You may not be my girl, but I care a whole lot about you regardless if you are mine or not, enough not to let you throw your self-respect out the widow and dance on stage like some sex object up for auction pretending you're something you're absolutely not. You're above that. You are a woman with integrity and I sure as hell am not going to let you forget it. I know this life is hard and it makes you take paths that go against things you stand for, but I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen even if it means spanking your ass until you understand me."
Dean's words were sinking in as much as the impending ache in her backside. He was not going easy on her and she could feel how upset he really was about seeing her onstage with every swat. It was becoming clear that he was upset with her not only because he did not like seeing her displayed as a sex object, but because that was not who she was as a person and he did not want her to change for anything which included Hunting. Dean did not give her a chance to respond as he continued to spank her not pausing even once when he spoke.
Suddenly, she felt Dean's hand come down harder on her sit spots which made Holly howl and wiggle. She was breathing heavily finding it hard to catch her breath. Dean was spanking fast and hard and it was insistently painful. Tears were lining her eyes as she tried desperately to keep her composure.
"If you wanted my attention, if you wanted me jealous well you got your wish sweetheart, here it. If you ever try and pull a stunt like this again, you'll be back over my knee getting ten times worse than this and you best pray that I don't find out in a public place." Dean threat was as serious as it was nerve-wracking. Dean wasn't what you'd call patient, but it was undoubtably believable.
"Now get your ass in the bathroom and change before I decide to take my belt off." He growled as he abruptly stopped the spanking pulling her up to a standing position spinning her around so she was facing the bathroom. She felt a firm swat to her backside propelling her forward making her take an awkward step stumbling slightly as she tried to remain balanced on her wobbly feet. Holly yelped grabbing onto her bottom awkwardly tugging her jacket down to cover to punished bottom. With watery eyes, Holly rushed over to the bathroom not daring to look back at the man responsible for the searing discomfort. Holly immediately, shut the door pausing for a moment as she held onto the door knob feeling tears fall down her flushed face and sobs escaping her lips.
Her backside was still stinging fiercely, but the tears were all from her built up emotions. As she felt everything flood into her head, it started to overwhelm her heart. She was stupid for going on stage, not just because Dean disapproved, but because it turns out Dean was right, hitting a particularly sore spot for Holly. She was changing as a person and at this moment it appeared not for the better. She was throwing away her integrity going against what she stood for as a woman all for the sake of gain. Not to mention her failed attempts to get Dean to see things her way. Just like many other times before this, today was a shitshow and now she was left with regret and a burning backside to add to her misery. However, the biggest blow was Dean saying once again that he would not change his mind. Every time it made her disappointed heart bleed.
Dean sat on the edge of the mattress his hand stinging and his heart hurting. He rubbed a frustrated hand through his hair shaking his head as she stared at the floor.
"Shit." He mumbled to himself clenching his jaw tight as he shook slightly with buildup emotion.
Dean looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway looking upset and worried. Dean wasn't sure how long he was standing there, but he was sure he knew, if not saw, everything that happened.
"You shouldn't have spanked her." Sam stated evenly with a sad tone.
Dean glared at his brother under his lashes as he stood up. "Well Sam, I'm just a shitty person. What can I say? Still think I should have a relationship with her?" Dean bit off sarcastically keeping a stern stiff face, but behind everything the hurt was clearly prevalent in his words.
With that Dean walked past his brother out the door for some much-needed alone time. Sam said nothing as he watching his brother leave looking sad and unsure what to do.
Holly stood on top of the toilet pulling her jacket up so she could see the damage. It was as expected, two round mounds of flesh as red as the glowing neon sign of Cherries. Holly carefully touched her hot flesh allowing her cool hand to sooth the skin. Holly shook her head as she wiped her tears with her jacket sleave. She always had mixed feelings after being spanked, but oddly this time she wasn't nearly as upset with Dean as she felt she should have. Perhaps it was because she was too tired or her blinding love for the man was making her forgive him easily. Not to say she agrees with being spanked, that was just not going to happen, but she wasn't mad. She was disappointed in herself and with Dean for thinking the way he does. Perhaps Sam was right, he needs time to understand that his life is worth happiness. Despite everything, Holly, surprising herself, still refused to give up on the man. However, maybe trying not to be so aggressive and noticeable in her efforts next time because that got her nowhere even though it wasn't a massive attempt it seemed to hit Dean hard and not in a good way. Holly always seemed to have to learn the hard way ever since childhood and it was something, she was not proud of nor satisfied with. Just another flaw she had that seemed to be pushing her away from the man she loved.
Holly got off the toilet and pulled her jacket off and slowly began to peal the bottoms of the stripper bikini off. She tried to pull it away from her body as far as possible so it wouldn't scarp against her sore bottom, but considering it was very tight and pulled up between her cheeks it was proving near impossible to do that. Holly hissed as she pulled them off throwing them in a heap in the corner along with the sequenced top. Holly put on a long sleeve top and another pair of jeans that her bottom didn't appreciate, but nonetheless found herself ten times more comfortable than she was in the bikini. Holly looked at herself in the mirror and found her lips curl up slightly. She looked like herself, she even found herself feeling more attractive and beautiful in her own clothing than she was in the skimpy bikini. Holly's hair was still down and she didn't even bother braiding it. She stared at the door for a long moment before she built up enough courage to walk out and face Dean who she was sure was ready to give her another lecture. Holly had in her head an apology she desperately wanted to tell him as she emerged from the bathroom. However, what she found was Sam siting at the table with a beer in his hand looking up at her concerned.
"W-Where's Dean?" Holly asked automatically wondering where the man was.
"He went for a walk. You okay?" He asked his eye blinking with sympathy.
"I'm fine." Holly said quickly not really wanting to disclose how badly her backside was throbbing at the moment.
Holly wondered if Dean left because he was still so upset with her. Her body filled with anxiety at the thought.
"He-He's still mad?"
"I think he's mad at himself." Sam declared sounding convinced that that was the reason.
"You feel better?" Sam asked as he nodded to her clothes.
Holly blushed slightly. "Yeah, I never want to do that again. I hated it. D-Dean was right, it wasn't me. I-I didn't mean to be that way…I just wanted to save lives and…I always screw things up." Holly's voice cracked with emotional pain.
Sam's face fell into pity and immediately got up from his seat putting his beer down as he saw her start to break down. He wrapped his arms around her and Holly immediately grabbed onto him letting her tears fall. Sam held her until she calmed down. Holly suddenly, embarrassed moved away from him looking down at the floor wiping her tears away with her sleeve.
"I'm sorry about going against the plan. I didn't mean to make you upset." Holly apologized forcing herself to look up at him to show her sincerity.
"It's over, just…don't do it again. You're…You're like a sister to me and I don't like seeing you like that. Like you said, it's not you and there is always another to way to get what we need on Hunts." His words were genuine and soft, but with a slight scolding tone that Holly recognized as protectiveness.
"I'm sorry."
Sam kissed her on the top of her head. "I forgive you."
Holly gave him a weak smile as she looked up at him. "Thank you." It was nice to get forgiveness from Sam, but what she really needed was forgiveness from Dean.
Almost on cue the door opened and Dean walked in shutting the door behind him looking up at Sam and Holly with a stiff unreadable expression. Sam immediately, seemed to get some short of nonverbal cue from Dean and grabbed his jacket.
"I'm going to go get lunch." He announced as he walked around Dean and out the door.
Holly blinked up at the man who just continued to stare at her for what seemed like a long awkward moment of silence.
Holly felt tears line her eyes and her bottom lip quiver. "Dean, I'm really sorry about everything. I never meant…" Holly paused as tears began to fall down her raw cheeks once again. The words seemed to stick in her throat. Holly looked down at her feet beginning to feel embarrassed and extremely vulnerable. However, soon she felt two large muscular arms enclose around her pulling her tightly against his body. Holly didn't even see him walk over to her. She melted in his arms feeling her body lean into him as she wrapped her arms around him returning his embrace. She buried her face into his chest inhaling his familiar comforting sent. Holly didn't know how long they stayed like that, but it felt too soon as Dean pulled her away from him.
"I'm sorry I lost my temper and spanked you." He said seeming both sincere and somewhat embarrassed.
Holly eyes widened slightly as she cocked her head to the side. "Really? You're apologizing for spanking me?" She asked thinking she'd never see the day when he'd apologized for punishing her.
"Why? Did you enjoy it?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.
"No." Holly grunted bitterly not finding it amusing in the slightest.
"Didn't think you did." He replied in a low tone.
"Never thought you'd apologize for spanking me." Holly said shaking her head.
"Just seeing you like that on stage, I…I couldn't stand it. I know it's selfish, but I don't want anyone else seeing you like that. It makes me angry, but of course, you already knew it would." He said in a deep serious tone that was board lining on accusing.
"I'm so sorry Dean, I guess a part of me wanted you to be jealous, but I didn't do it maliciously. I seriously wanted to follow up on that lead." Holly explained desperately wanting Dean to understand.
"I believe you." Dean replied simply his tone sounding both deep and believable.
"Now looking back on it…I guess it wasn't the best idea." Holly said subconsciously reaching behind her giving her bottom a rub.
Dean felt a smile tug at his lips at Holly's innocent gesture. Holly saw Dean's poor attempt at hiding his smirk and frowned deeply.
"It's not funny, Dean. It hurt. A lot. Ever think of not spanking me?" Holly asked bitterly as she still felt a lingering ache on her bottom reminding her every second about how much Dean dislike her being on that stage.
"Ever think of following orders?" Dean shot back his face stern and serious raising an eyebrow at her waiting for her answer.
Holly grumbled. "I do follow your orders…most of the time, but again you're not always right." Holly was sorry, but she wasn't about to agree with him being an all-knowing god.
"I was on this. Don't do it again." Dean warned giving Holly a pointed look wanting her to understand that he was serious. He deliberately left out "Or else you're in for the spanking of your life" not wanting to start another argument, but he hoped it was implied.
"I don't plan on it. It's not my calling." Holly shot back slightly annoyed at Dean's stern face he directed towards her.
"That's good to hear." He nodded his voice rumbling deep in his throat.
Holly took a deep breath before speaking again. She wanted to ask for something she desperately wanted from him, but was not sure how to go about it. She felt her heart beating faster in her chest as she blinked up at him looking into his green eyes.
"Dean look, I know you don't want to try to have a relationship, but do you think you could, I don't know at least, hold me?" Holly asked softly biting her bottom lip as the nerves were starting to get to her.
Dean pushed his eyebrows together in confusion. "I mean like after you spank me?" Holly corrected quickly.
There was a short pause that was too long for Holly's liking so she continued to explain herself. "I don't know if you noticed but the experience isn't exactly pleasant for me." She said raising her tone to becoming slightly bitter just in case Dean forgot how she felt about it.
"I've noticed." Dean finally replied in a serious tone. "You've just never asked."
"Well I'm asking now." Holly said in a half hopeful half frustrated voice.
Dean hummed lowly in his throat. Then without warning he picked Holly up in one quick swoop. Holly squeak slightly at Dean's unexpected actions. Dean carried her bridal style over to one of the beds setting her down gentle on her side, careful to avoid her backside making contact with the mattress. Then Dean scooted himself on the bed beside her leaning his back against the headboard. He grabbed onto Holly pulling her up slightly so that her head could lay comfortably on his chest. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around her waist as she wrapped her free arm around his torso. Dean's breathing was slightly off and his body was stiff appearing like he was uncomfortable with the situation, but only after a few short minutes of hearing Holly's even relaxed breaths Dean began to sink his breathing to match hers. Holly didn't say a word and Dean did not encourage conversation. He soon relaxed taking in the smell of her hair and the feel of her curved body against his. It was the most content he felt in a long while, it was like a medicine he never knew he needed. After a while he glanced down at Holly whose eyes were shut with a simple content look on her face. She had fell asleep. Dean felt his mouth curve into a smile. She was a beautiful and at this moment there was no place he'd rather be.
The door opened and Sam walked in hesitantly with a bag of food in his hands, but paused immediately when he saw Holly sleeping on Dean's chest in one of the beds. Sam blinked raising an eyebrow at his brother the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
"Don't you dare say it." Dean warned as he took in his brother's expression.
"Hey." Sam said putting his hands up in surrender. "I didn't say a thing."
Sam took the bag of food and place it on the table then took his jacket off careful to not to make too much noise as he moved around. Sam looked over at his brother cocking his head to one side.
"Want to wake her up for lunch?" He asked already knowing the answer.
"No, let her sleep." Dean said smoothly as he looked down fondly at the peaceful woman sleeping soundly on his chest subconsciously pulling her tighter into his body.
Sam smiled slightly. "You're right. Best to let her sleep."
TBC
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