Hi everyone! I just wanted to let you know that, as of this chapter, I will be switching Branded to rated M. If that isn't your type of story, I would suggest you stop reading halfway through this chapter. Dean and Skylar have been married for about month now, so I figured that it's time to up the physical aspect of their relationship.
Skylar could feel the exhilaration running through her body as she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. It was finally happening. She couldn't believe it. She was shaking uncontrollably as her fingertips vibrated from the feel of the soft body that touched her own skin. She had spent countless hours picturing her first time, and never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it being this good – this satisfying.
"You have to put her in drive, Baby Girl."
Skylar revved the Impala, savoring the feel of Baby's wheel beneath her finger tips. She turned the volume up full blast as Tom Cochrane's Life is a Highway became her background single for this epic moment. When Dean had suggested she drive Baby…there were no words to describe the feeling.
She put her hand on the gear shift and put it in drive, pressing down hard on the accelerator.
Surprisingly, Skylar found herself going backwards instead, causing her to gaze down and realize that she was accidentally set in the R position.
"Break," Dean said in a calm voice. "Break…Break!" Dean screamed as she traveled backwards at a surprisingly fast pace. She giggled despite Dean's gradually raised voice.
Skylar hit the break and came to a jolting halt. Instantly going to correct her mistake, she placed the gear in D and took off like a shot. Luckily, they were on a back country road in the middle of nowhere in Sedona, Arizona. The windows were rolled down. The warm breeze felt amazing against her skin. When Dean had asked her where she wanted to go, and when she realized there was no way to talk him out of leaving his problems behind, she had instantly suggested somewhere warm.
He had done one better, and took her to the desert. It was a little extreme, but the horizon covered in Red Mountain rocks almost appeared to cover them from the angels, mentally shielding their location. She knew it was only wishful thinking, but it felt like a small child hiding beneath their covers, feeling safe from monsters.
She was pushing the Impala to a ridiculously fast pace, but as she glanced over, Dean's face was beaming with pride.
It was for moments like this that she was beginning to live for.
Skylar had to admit that, except for her first blunder, she was a natural at this whole driving thing. After all, she had watching Dean caress, build, and drive this gorgeous vehicle her entire life. She was bound to naturally pick up a few tips from simple observation alone.
It was as if Baby was her own person; had been a voice in their crazy world from the very beginning.
"You're doing great, Sky."
"Does that mean I can go get my license?" she beamed excitedly.
"Technically, you don't need one. I can drudge you up a driver's license in 15 minutes if you want. How does Alice Wong from North Caroline sound?"
"Tempting," Skylar said in a sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes. "I want my actual license. You can't cheat me out of that."
"Whatever you want, Sky."
The simple admission had her glowing.
Dean's relaxed focus was hard not to miss as he kept a careful eye on her driving while drifting off into his own thoughts.
For a moment, Skylar's exhilaration fell a few notched as she realized the inner turmoil that Dean continued to possess. She hated to admit it, but she was slightly afraid of him despite the small glimpse that showed what kind of a monster he was capable of being. The demonstration had been against Alastair, a true monster that deserved every ounce of wrath that Dean possessed. However, the realization did little to ease her fear.
In a way, she was blocking the image from her mind, trying to pretend that it had never happened.
If Dean never showed that side to her personally, did it actually exist? She knew the answer to her question was yes. Yes, it absolutely did exist. He was capable of snapping at any moment and she was terrified.
But he was her husband for better or for worse. This was a man that she watched through a child's eyes once upon a time. She had witnessed the seething, slow to burn anger directed at her father and other's along the way.
But Dean never once looked at Skylar that way.
True, he became annoyed more often than not. He would pull her by the hair or tell her how stupid and weak she was being. But behind those beautiful green eyes, they shimmered with humor, even when they fought.
Lost in her own thoughts, she was surprised to gaze over at Dean once again to find him looking at her. He gave her a small half smile that caused her heart to lurch in an almost painful way. Somehow, that look was masked with an ounce of hope that she felt was long lost.
Dean nursed a beer as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking into the long necked bottle with slight contempt. Once he had left the hospital and vowed to get away, he also told himself that he would put down the strong liquor and focus on the here and now.
He was with Skylar. And while Sam had run away to continue living a miserable existence with the demon whore, he was surprised to find that he was reveling in the alone time he was being given with his wife.
They had been married for almost a month now, and somehow it felt like much longer. Dean was surprised to find that he actually enjoyed her company above everyone else's. Her entire life, he had watched her grow. He remembered waking up at 12 years old with an acid like burn coming from his hipbone.
When he had gazed down to find the raised blemish that glowed against his skin, he cussed audibly. He thought that he had escaped the horrid branding that all hunters went through. Sam was branded with his psycho at only four months old, indicating that Oliva was born.
However, at 12 and knowing that your future wife was an infant…no words could express how pissed and embarrassed he had been over the situation.
John told him to man up and accept responsibility. It only took a short amount time to find her within a small sea of hunters that actually existed. And as the years went by, he watched over her. He watched her first steps, her first day of school…the time she lost her mother.
When Sarah died, Skylar had clung to him in a desperate attempt that made him feel more protective over her than he ever had before. It was at that moment that he fully acceptable the role that she was to play in his life.
Dean was actually surprised when he thought about it. Why did it take them getting married to actually be close? It was hard to not hide his contempt over his forced state of marrying her throughout the years. She undoubtedly picked up on the small irritated queues he voiced throughout. She wasn't stupid…far from it.
But now she was a girl – on the brink of being a women. Their whole situation drastically changed in a short amount of time.
As if she read his thoughts, Skylar came out of the bathroom. Dean watched her every move with absolute precision. She wore a long t-shirt that cut off right below her ass, giving him a beautiful view of her long toned legs.
Her wet dark hair hung down in long waves, sweetly framing her pretty face. It was hard not to appreciate the kind of women she was becoming. She was far stronger than he gave her credit for. Up until their marriage, Skylar had done very little hunting. He felt guilty for throwing her into this life without more practice. He knew that he should have left her behind on several occasions, but a women who didn't know how to hunt or defend herself was far more dangerous than keeping her in a 'safe' place.
And she surprised him. It was moments like those that he fully understood why hunters were branded. The branded lived off of instinct and were meant to eliminate evil. They were meant to be fearless in those moments when they came face to face with their prey. Practice or not, you simply knew how to do your job.
And Skylar knew how to do her job.
However, the fear she displayed upon seeing his own inner demon still plagued him and made him realize how young she continued to be.
"Are you alright?" she asked in concern. Dean realized that he had been staring at her with a look of trepidation.
"Fine," he answered quickly while taking another sip from his bottle. He sat the beer on the floor carefully before motioning her to come to him with one finger. Hesitantly, Skylar walked to stand between his legs. She smelled of that apple shampoo that he loved so much, mixed with her natural innocence that sent his senses into overdrive.
Skylar nodded her head, accepting his answer. He could tell that she didn't believe him despite his curt admission.
"Really, Baby Girl," he said in a more sincere tone. "I'm fine."
"Just don't lie to me," she said softly with a stern look in her eye.
Dean grasped her hips between both of his hands, squeezing firmly. He smirked at the gasp she audibly gave when he brought her closer, loving the new reaction she was having to him whenever he dared touch her.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Sky. Not telling you the whole truth isn't lying. But I promise, as of right now…I feel better than I have in days."
"I…I just want to make sure you aren't going to…"
"I'm not going to what?" he encourage when she hesitated to continue.
"That you aren't going to snap."
Dean winced at her words. Honestly, he never gave much thought to his anger. It so often overcame him that he simply embraced whatever it was…whenever it happened. Everyone around him had learned to accept it, as well. They simply gave him space and let it run its course.
But Skylar was different. She had never witnessed his true rage that rang out more often than not. She was the only person he had ever kept it from. That alone should have spoken volumes to how much she actually meant to him.
However, he now knew that keeping her from who he truly was had been the worst possible solution. She was now being forced to understand something that she should have been experiencing all along. Shielding her did neither of them any favors.
"I'm trying to keep it in check," Dean answered carefully. "I know you aren't use to it, and I wish I could say that the person that you witnessed isn't the real me…but I can't."
Skylar's bright blue eyes searched his own green ones. What he saw was more than he could bare. He would accept fear and concern, but not this…
"Don't pity me, Sky."
His tone was much harsher than he had anticipated, causing her body to tense as she attempted to step away. Dean kept a firm hold on her, bringing her closer once again. Knowing that she couldn't fight, Skylar relented.
"I'm sorry," Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm still getting use to everything, and that includes you."
She nodded her head in understanding, though he wasn't sure that she fully grasped everything that he was saying.
With her lips a mere inch from his own, Dean raised his head to slightly connect with the soft mouth that he had grown to crave in such a short amount of time. Her worry and fear seemed to quickly fade as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck in response. Skylar instantly melted into him, moving her mouth along his in the expert way that he taught her. Throughout their shared embraces, he had told her to listen to her own body and know what she wanted.
And while he had initially used those words to expressing touching and kissing, in that moment she was taking his words to a whole new level.
Dean smirked against her hungry mouth as she attempted to push him back against the bed. However, he remained upright, not giving her exactly what she wanted. A groan in protest escaped her lips, but she continued to kiss him with every ounce of passion that she possessed.
"Please…" she whispered hungrily against his lips.
Dean kissed her back into silence, knowing what she was asking of him. It was almost too much. This was happening too fast.
She was his wife after all. How could he tell her no when she clearly wanted him in this moment? Her sweet body was begging him all on its own. But Dean was embarrassed to admit that he was nervous. Countless women, and he had never been with a virgin. The thought was amusing, but he liked his women like he liked his cars…fast. Skylar couldn't be more opposite than what he usually craved, but he couldn't imagine that anyone could process a sweeter taste than his little wife did.
He reached below the hem of her shirt, grazing his fingers alone her soft flat stomach and hips that flared just right. He rose the hem to just above her belly button, breaking the kiss to gaze down at her body for the first time. His mouth went dry at how breathtaking she actually way.
It had been far too long since he'd been with a women and Skylar would be the perfect one to ease him back in. Dean kissed her mid drift, causing her to grasp at his shoulders and hair for support. The sweet sounds escaping her were almost too much to bare. He hooked a finger on either side of her panties and without hesitation, slowly dragged them down her toned legs in an expert fashion that had become second nature to him.
Within moments, he had tossed her shirt to the side, baring her completely to his gaze.
Despite being the one to ask for it, she clenched her legs tightly together against his intense stare. He smirked in the moment, taking the time to scan over her entire body. Her high breast were begging to be kissed as he took one pink nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it gently with his tongue. He kept both hands clasped against her bare ass to keep her from falling. Skylar's head rested on top of his own, the sweetest sounds coming from her lips.
"Please…" she begged again. Dean released the pink nub to look upwards and smile against her obvious state of lust. The sight was almost too perfect. His eyes softened at the realization that he himself hadn't sported that type of new hunger in over a decade. What was it like to experience something so intimate for the first time?
Dean tried to swallow the small amount of guilt he felt for having Skylar in his arms at that moment. She was just now becoming aware of her body and how easily an attraction can ignite, forcing you to do something that you swore you wouldn't.
He had been a few years younger than her when he was in this same state with a women. She had been a prostitute from Long Island, New York after his father forced him into a vampire's nest; his first beheading and the loss of his virginity in the same night. The adrenaline of that night came rushing back full force.
But what he wouldn't give to take it all back and experience it the way Skylar was now. The trust she was feeling was evident as her ocean eyes clouded over, allowing him to touch her in the most intimate fashion. She was giving herself completely over to him in that moment.
And when she laid her head against his shoulder, he hesitated for only a moment before skimming his right hand down her bare bottom while his other arm continued to hold right around her waist. Reaching down from behind her, his hand grazed against her women hood and he reveled in how satiny smooth she was.
One expert fingered parted her as she clung tighter to him, her body shaking in response. She attempted to back away, clearly hesitating for the first time. His grip tightened. If she voiced that she wanted him to stop, he would. However, her flushed skin indicated that this was exactly what she wanted.
Without warning, he slipped his middle finger into her, turning his head to kiss her neck as she buckled against him. He groaned audibly as she gasped simultaneously. She was tighter than he imagined, and in that moment he could only how incredible she would feel wrapped around another certain part of his body.
His continued his ministrations, pulled her up to straddle his waist in one swift move; her knees resting comfortably against the mattress. Dean continued to slowly move his finger in out of her. After several minutes, she began to move her hips in response.
"That's it, Baby Girl," he responded in encouragement as her new found desire came flooding full force. Dean's jeans were straining against his erection painfully, but he took a deep breath to calm himself. It was hard to imagine that only a few layers of fabric separated him from something far more satisfying than heaven was bound to be. How could anything be sweeter than his wife's wetness that was pooling just for him?
He could feel her muscles beginning to tightening, squeezing his finger in a tense grasp that told him that she was about to find her release.
"Come for me," he groaned against her hair as she clung to him even tighter. In that moment, her whole body convulsed, shuddering as he continued his slow ministrations until her orgasm had fully subsided. He withdrew his finger, gently taking a moment to caress her clit before fully withdrawal his hand completely and resting it upon her bare thigh.
Her breathing continued to be labored, and as they continued to sit at the edge of the body, her naked body pressed up against his clothed one, Dean basked in the moment. For the first time, life didn't feel like a death sentence meant to torture him.
Life felt worth living.