After Dean had ganked the ghost, he went to the first bar he encountered for his normal post-hunt celebration. He had a few beers as he flirted with the women there because that's what he does and who he is. He could honestly say that he wasn't attracted to any of the men he met since the night with Derek which made him believe it was a wolf thing.
He managed to get a girl that would take him home with her and immediately made the most of the night, at least as well as he could. He was glad that he wasn't turned off by women or anything as long as he was a bit drunk because the night was pleasurable for both parties. Not Derek pleasurable or even pre-Korey pleasurable but it was enough. He felt he was back on track, thankfully, but that didn't mean he didn't have nights dreaming about the wolf. He also kept his promise and called the wolf when he hadn't heard from his friend for a while.
What he hadn't counted on were the night terrors that had picked up in frequency. The night after this latest conquest, he couldn't shake the unclean, bad-touching feeling. He kept drinking but started having a harder time with one-night stands. The terrors were so real it felt as though they were actual memories or warnings of things to come.
A couple of months later, Dean completed a hunt near Beacon Hills and decided to make a stop, surprising the wolf. He parked in front of the loft then picked the lock on the front door. He quietly entered and snuck up the stairs, being as stealthy as he could. He could hear rock music blaring on the way up. He wondered if there was a party going on but he couldn't hear any voices on the other side. He carefully opened the loft door and walked in on a sight that had him drooling slightly.
Derek was in a doorway shirtless doing pull ups. Dean admired how the muscles showed on the wolf's body and felt stirrings that he didn't think he'd feel, especially in this intensity. Derek dropped down and started to do push ups as the hunter stood motionless watching in envy and pleasure.
Dean didn't know what was going on. Well, he did but he didn't want to admit it. After all, for the past couple of months, he hadn't felt any stirring for a man and had had his same streak with women that he always had. But this wolf did things to him.
Derek paused in his reps and sniffed then smiled as he jumped to his feet. He turned to greet the hunter showing off a sheen of sweat that did even more to Dean. He tried to keep it under control and was able to so this wasn't the spell still.
"Dean, good to see you. Are you just stopping by or can you stay awhile?"
Dean smiled and returned the one arm hug he was suddenly pulled into. Derek pulled back and looked the hunter over to check for visible damage. Dean reassured him, "No injuries, Der. Just finished a hunt in the area and wanted to stop by while I looked for another one. Is that okay?"
"Of course," Derek stated, going to get his shirt on. "What do you want to do now?"
You was on the top of his tongue but he wasn't that bold. Maybe a few drinks would give him some courage to say what he really wanted. On the other hand, maybe a few drinks would straighten him out. "How about Al's? Play a few games?"
"Sounds good. Drop your stuff upstairs and we'll head out," Derek suggested. Dean did that quickly then followed Derek out to the jet black camaro that he had parked next to. "I figured we would take my car to the bar so your baby won't get hurt."
Dean loved Derek at that moment. "You get me. You really get me," he stated playfully before complimenting, "Nice car."
"Right," The wolf agreed easily. "Not a classic like yours though."
"Right!"
"Buckle up, buttercup," Derek ordered. Dean laughed then did what was ordered.
They reached the bar in no time and quickly got set up with beer and pool. The next hours were fun and relaxing. They played pool the whole time, talking and ragging on each other.
When it started to get crowded and people were waiting on pool tables, they decided to leave and head back to the loft. Dean was only slightly buzzed by then, not impaired at all. He knew that Derek wasn't even buzzed due to his werewolfess.
They got to the loft and Derek opened the door then locked it after Dean came in. The wolf then led Dean up the steps with the hunter enjoying the view. He contemplated how he wanted to do what he wanted to do. He still didn't feel courageous enough to come out and just ask. So he went with his gut.
Derek opened the door to the loft for him then closed and locked it after the hunter had entered. He turned to ask Dean a question but Dean cut him off by sealing their lips together. The wolf fell back against the door as Dean set out to make Derek understand what he couldn't voice. He could taste the beer that the wolf had drunk and something that was distinctly Derek. He moaned at how good the wolf tasted then felt Derek kissing back. Dean reached up and wrapped his arm around the wolf's neck to hold him there.
A few blissful moments later, Derek pulled back and verified huskily, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Dean nodded as he moved in to kiss Derek again but he yanked back as he was suddenly picked up.
"What the hell, man?" He questioned with a bit of a squawk.
Derek smiled above him and declared, "Bed." Then Derek jumped up to the loft, causing Dean to tighten his hold on the wolf. They landed quickly but Dean was still out of sorts over that when the wolf let him slide down the wolf's torso. Derek then locked his lips to Dean's as he slowly walked them to the bed, kissing the hunter the whole way.
Dean's legs hit the bed and Derek slowly leaned over not breaking the kiss until he had Dean lying completely on the bed. Derek lifted up slightly and checked, "How do you want to do this?"
"We take turns," Dean explained huskily. "I'll bottom first then you."
"What if you don't like it the first time?"
"Based on what I'm feeling right now, that's not going to happen," Dean assured him. Derek smiled softly then returned to mapping out Dean's mouth and body as they undressed. It felt just as good as the last time, maybe even better without the curse in the way. Also, Dean was so right about liking it. They both liked it so much that they continued into the late night until Dean fell into a very exhausted, pleasurable sleep. This time without night terrors. Derek followed behind almost as quickly as he cuddled with his hunter.
Derek woke up early this time but felt too content to move. He was cuddling the hunter and laid up against the hunter's back. He was very glad that Dean had wanted to try this again. It was amazing.
He felt the hunter slowly waking up and felt a slow smile cross his face. He waited to see what would come out of the hunter's mouth after he woke up. He wasn't disappointed by what he heard.
"Derek, get the hell out of my ass."
"I'm not in your ass but I'm sure you will feel me for a couple of days."
"What about you?" Dean wondered curiously.
"I have wolf healing, remember? I've already healed from last night," Derek related regretfully. "Did you get the answer you were looking for?"
"Yeah, I did. I learned that it must be the wolf thing because I wasn't attracted to any man since I left you. You are definitely very good at sex. Last night was amazing," Dean admitted lazily.
Derek chuckled softly then asked, "So what do you want to do now?"
"Clean up, breakfast then back to bed for both of us," Dean outlined quickly.
"Are you sure? You said that you're sore. Maybe that's not such a good last step to your plan," Derek worried.
Dean rolled slightly over and replied playfully, "I want to make the most of this visit and I need to do more experimental trials to be sure."
"Oh, really?" Derek returned just as playfully. Dean nodded in all seriousness. "Well, for the sake of science I guess I have to go along with your assessment. Let's get to it." He moved to get up and slapped Dean on the ass in the process. He jumped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom as he heard Dean trying to get up while cursing at him.
This was going to be fun!
