Dean stayed at Derek's for a month to heal before his dad contacted him for help on a hunt. John had apparently stumbled on a pack of ghouls and needed help after being injured by them. After some initial awkwardness, they settled into the hunt. It took them about a week to clear them all out.
As Dean was cleaning up after the last kill, he received a call from Naomi letting him know where Heather was. Dean went to talk to his dad about it but his dad had already headed out to another hunt. He'd only left Dean a note, stating this and that Dean should take care.
With no one to answer to again, Dean headed out to where Naomi's sources had told him that Heather was. It took him most of the week to track her down. He tried to talk to her but she wouldn't listen to reason and ran away from him. It wasn't until he'd saved her, barely, from an incubus attack that Heather tried to correct what she had done. Unfortunately, she died at the end of the counter and the results of the counter were disastrous.
The first consequence of the curse had him laid up for over a week. The second consequence was on his trail and he knew he couldn't run far enough or quick enough this time. He prepared for the attack all the while wondering why the universe hated him so much.
A two months later, Dean leaned against his beloved Impala and drank more of his bottle of Jack. It had been almost two months since he'd been back here. This is the first break he'd had since the counter and so freakin' much had changed. Not here at this place but within him. God only knew why his life was so freakin' cursed.
He'd been watching Derek from the shadows all night. He'd seen Derek party at the bar and hit on several girls but he didn't kiss any and he didn't take any home when he'd left a while ago. He followed Derek home and grabbed a paper bag from his front seat. He set the bag on the car top and got the bottle of Jack out. He was probably drunk enough at this point. There was after all already an empty bottle of Jack in the Impala and Derek had probably taken his shower by now.
Dean grabbed up the paper bag again and headed into the warehouse, picking the locks as usual. He didn't bring his duffel with him because he was unsure about what would happen tonight. He was more afraid than he was willing to admit to himself or anyone else for that matter but he had to know.
He entered the loft quietly and passed the kitchen quickly after leaving his boots by the door. He heard the shower going in the master bedroom so he climbed the stairs in the darkness. He entered Derek's bedroom and set the liquor down within easy reach. He took off his jacket and tossed into a chair before he checked the rest of the loft, shutting everything back down.
His nerves fought hard to overtake him but he refused. He grabbed the bottle of Jack and took a huge swig then another when he heard the water shut off. He closed his eyes and drank some more. He couldn't sit so he stared out the window while he waited. He wished he felt as numb as his face showed.
The bathroom door opened and Derek staggered out, weaving slightly. Dean watched from the shadows, very glad the shower hadn't sobered him all the way up. He did, however, wonder how the wolf had gotten so drunk. Derek got all the way to his side of the bed and sat down before he noticed someone else in the room with him.
"Wha-? Who's?" he stammered drunkenly.
Dean moved reluctantly into the moonlight and told him dully, "It's just me, Der."
Derek blinked then smiled sluggishly. "Should've gotten here sooner, De. Great party!"
Dean barely smirked. His face was too frozen to move much but he played along as much as he could. "I'll bet, but that's okay. We can keep it going. Got booze." Dean waved the paper bag in his hand in the air.
Dereky frowned slightly then shook his head once. "I'm good. Pretty trashed already. Come here, baby," he coaxed seductively.
Those three words filled Dean with relief and sadness at the same time. Dean walked over to stand in between Derek's legs, making Derek sigh with contentment. He reached out slowly and grabbed Dean around the waist then laid his head on Dean's hard abs. He smiled against him. "Missed you, De."
"Missed you, too, baby," he whispered thickly with his eyes closed against the moisture building there. Here, Derek. Drink." Dean shoved the Everclear bottle at him. Derek frowned slightly then looked back at Dean. He took a drink as he finally noticed that there was something wrong with Dean.
When he lowered the bottle, Dean leaned over and ravished his mouth with a long, searing kiss. Derek moaned with desire until he felt something wet drop onto him. He blinked up and thought he saw Dean crying. "Dean?" he asked with concern.
Dean gnawed his lower lip then he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel his conflicting emotions. He had to know if Derek was going to be like the others before they went any further. He let his jeans fall and slipped his hands into his boxers. Derek's hands stopped him.
"What is it, Dean?" He repeated with even more concern, not sure what he was seeing in his friend. Dean normally liked a lot of foreplay but tonight he was skipping way ahead. It made Derek worry.
"You'll see," Dean replied in a sad, soft whisper.
"See what?"
Dean ignored him and pushed his boxers down, revealing his semi-hard erection. Dean grabbed one of Derek's hands as he explained hesitantly, "I've been cursed, Der, by a witch. I screwed up and now I'm cursed." He led Derek's hand to his cock then gently pushed it down. "You'll feel the difference."
Derek cocked his head in question, feeling Dean's cock then his balls. They seemed to be the same. He glanced up at Dean who gave a slow nod then repeated firmly, "Keep going." Dean gnawed on his bottom lip nervously when he felt Derek's hand reach past his balls and onto something wet, warm and so not Dean.
What the . . .? Derek wondered in surprise when one of his thick fingers slipped into that warm moistness and Dean's head fell back with a moan. It couldn't be, Derek denied in his mind while he pulled his finger back slightly and then automatically pushed two of them in. He pulled them back and slowly ran his fingers over Dean's new anatomy while he tried to figure this out. He knew Dean's body and this wasn't a part of it. Or, at least, it didn't used to be.
Dean groaned in desire, unable to look any more, afraid of the revulsion and fear that was probably on Derek's face now. He felt another thrust in his newest pleasure center and couldn't help thrusting his hips forward showing his now almost fully extended shaft. The bottle was yanked out of his hands and Dean waited for the explosion or ultimatum. That's what happened with the others.
Large hands grabbed him and hauled him up into Derek's arms. Derek's mouth closed over his and he couldn't help returning the kiss with all the passion he had pent up. Derek coaxed his mouth while his fingers continued to play with Dean's new parts and before long, Derek didn't care anymore how this happened. He just wanted to explore his lover's body again.
Before Dean could act on all the pleasure that Derek had already stirred up in him, Derek picked him up and tossed him onto the bed. The bed slammed into his back then Derek was on top of him. Derek sucked and nipped his lips a minute before advising him huskily, "We'll get to the new stuff in a minute. Right now I just want to taste you. God, I missed you so much, babe. You and your too hot body." Then Derek attacked his neck with increased vigor.
In less than a minute, Dean was moaning and thrashing around on the bed louder than the best porn star. By the time Derek wrapped his lips around Dean's weeping cock, Dean was so close that it took Dean biting his lip to the point of blood to keep from coming. Then Derek took it out of Dean's hands and body by sucking Dean's cock in hard and fast while thrusting two large, thick fingers into his new moist hole and rubbing gently against Dean's newest pleasure center.
"Holy shit," Dean exclaimed in a shout of amazement as pleasure exploded from his cock, shooting ribbons down Derek's throat, while his insides pulsed and convulsed with waves of pleasure so intense he almost blacked out. Spots appeared in his vision and he swore his eyes crossed for a moment. Dean's head fell back and he couldn't stop his eyes from rolling up into his head. Dean panted heavily as his whole body completely liquefied from the best orgasm ever.
Derek moved up and kissed Dean's lips gently, whispering, "Good?"
The only response Dean could make come out was a soft whimper with a nod while smiling.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Derek promised as he positioned himself and pushed himself into Dean's still pulsing, new opening. Warm moisture enveloped him slowly while he thrust slowly into Dean in a way he never imagined he'd be able to do.
Dean whimpered underneath him while he raised his legs up and around Derek's back.
"Am I hurting you?" Derek wondered huskily. "Cuz, God, De, you are so damn tight."
"Feels weird, Derek," Dean hesitated uncertainly. "You're so freakin' huge. Shit. I don't think this will work." Dean shifted then pleasure flowed past the discomfort.
Derek thrust again and felt Dean tense against him. Derek reached down and stroked Dean's cock slightly while kissing on his neck. "Relax, baby. I got you. God, you feel so good surrounding me like this," Derek whispered into Dean's neck. He felt Dean relax slightly then when Dean thrusted into Derek's hand, Derek thrusted hard and fast into Dean.
"Ow, Shit, Der. Don't do that. I think you just broke something. You're too freakin' big, dude," Dean cursed, feeling something rip inside of him and a slight burning sensation within him. "Get out of me."
Derek's head dropped down on Dean's shoulder for a moment before he started to laugh softly. "What the hell, Derek?" Dean growled out in a very pissed voice. "It's not funny."
Derek looked up with a slight smile on his face. "Yes, it is," Derek argued, then kissed Dean's nose before Dean could turn his face to the side. "Who would have thought?" he continued with another chuckle.
"Thought what, damn it?" Dean snapped slowly, getting used to the feel of Derek's cock, filling him completely inside. It actually felt better now. Almost good. But he wasn't going to tell the asshole above him that, yet.
Derek's big hands forced his face around to look him in the eye. Derek kissed him lightly on the lips then stated the obvious. "Who'd have thought you of all people would be a virgin?" To prove his point, Derek pulled his cock mostly out and thrust back in, causing a moan to escape from the stunned man under him. "Still hurt, baby?"
"Don't know," Dean mumbled hoarsely, "Do it again and I'll let you know." Derek gave him a gentle smile before doing what he asked. Derek had to repeat the motion several times, faster and harder before Dean gave a final answer, "Oh, shit. God, yes. Derek!"
Dereky felt Dean's body convulse and shake under him as well as around his already very sensitive shaft. When Dean's inner muscled clamped down and pulsed around Derek's cockhead, Derek's cock exploded his seed into Dean's new body part, coating Dean's insides with Derek's essence. Derek's orgasm resulted in him straining to get further inside his lover than was humanly possible. "Hell, yeah. Shit, De. Like you needed to get any hotter in bed."
"Damn," Derek sighed with a heavy groan as he fell to the bed on the left side of Dean. He glanced over at Dean who was also panting heavily. He grinned widely at his expended lover then he leaned over and kissed Dean again before whispering, "We're not done yet. Just taking a break. I need to explore this 'curse' more fully, and in detail. We will be doing a lot of research on it. You taught me that well." He ended with a long kiss before pulling Dean up against him.
"I'm still not the small spoon," Dean hissed out without any heat. He was entirely too relaxed, too relieved and too tired to argue.
"Dude?" Dereky smirked against his ear.
"What?' Dean grumbled slightly.
"I just took your virginity," Derek teased, feeling inordinately pleased over that fact.
"Shuddup."
Derek was quiet for a few minutes while his mind raced over what had just happened.
"Dean."
"Now what?" Dean complained wearily.
"Should I have used a condom?"
Dean turned slightly and wondered, "What for?"
"You know. Pregnancy."
Dean glared at him for a very long minute. "You wanna shuddup now. It doesn't work like that. I'm not a chick."
"How do you know?"
"I just do."
Derek thought about that for a while and he felt Dean relax against him. Unable to settle down yet, Derek called again, "Dean."
"Oh, God, kill me now," Dean muttered before he snapped lightly. "What?"
"I'm glad you're here," Derek admitted with heartfelt emotion.
"Such a girl," Dean teased softly.
"You really gonna go there tonight?" Derek warned softly.
"Why not?" Dean snarked. "You did, besides you're still more of a girl so what does that say about you?"
"Bet I can make you come both ways again," Derek taunted.
Dean rolled his eyes and wondered yet again why he kept coming back here. "Think we should get some sleep first." In the next instant, Dean was on his back with Derek kissing his neck. It was a long time before he could sleep, thanks to his stupid nymphoid boyfriend. Oh, God, I officially have a boyfriend. No wonder my life is so screwed," Dean thought with sarcastic concern before Derek took over his mind and body.
