3.
River climbed out of the shower about thirty minutes later when the hot water was gone. She wiped the fog off the small bathroom mirror and looked at her reflection adjusting the small gold necklace around her neck. Her pale skin was about three shades lighter than her normal and dark bags under her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept more than two hours at a time. "Shit is that a grey hair; I'm not even 30 yet come on", she muttered disgustedly finger combing her long wet strands. She turned her attention to the bite on her shoulder; the ghoul had jumped on her from behind and tried to make a warm meal out of her. River hissed through her teeth as she slathered on antibiotic ointment and a clean dressing. Satisfied with her patch job she dropped her towel and walked into her small bedroom. Music drifted from the kitchen and she froze, tilting her head and listened as she recognized the lyrics to Zeppelins 'Ramble on'.
"The fuck?" she muttered heart skipping in her chest and she hurriedly grabbed a pair of leggings and a shirt. Bobby detested Led Zeppelin and basically every other band that wasn't country; thats why she had put on Garth Brooks before she jumped in the shower. Hands shaking she grabbed her gun from the top of her dresser and silently walked down the short hallway to her kitchen. "You picked the wrong fucking apartment asshole," she flicked the safety off the gun and pointed it at the back of the intruder in her kitchen.
The man standing in the small kitchen groaned contentedly and turned to face her, "Babe, these are amazing. I didn't know you could cook." Deans cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk as he shoveled another forkful of enchilada into his mouth.
River drew a deep breath and took another step into the kitchen, "What the hell are you and how did you get in here?"
Dean swallowed his food and set the plate down on the small table, "Bobby gave me your key," he held up the keyring, "Drink coffee, hail Satan?" He took a step towards her with his hands outstretched.
"I thought it was funny," she replied sliding the safety off. "What'd you do to Bobby? How'd you get past the devils trap and the salt?"
"I didn't do anything to that cranky old bastard. It's me-"
"Then you're a god damn shifter and you are not you because Dean's in hell and there isn't any fucking way out because I've tried…" Dean set his third helping of enchiladas on the counter and stepped towards her. "Take another step you soulless piece of shit and this hand cannons gonna take your head off."
"Is that my gun?" Dean asked glancing at the gun River had pointed at him.
"This, no this was Dean's gun now it's mine and the kickback is a bitch. The flask next to the coffeepot pick it up and drink whats inside now!" she flicked the gun and Dean picked up the flask.
"Silver?" he asked opening the flask and taking a long swallow, "Holy water, thanks for not throwing it in my face." He set the flask down and stepped back towards the shorter red head that still held a gun on him. Dean gently grabbed the gun out of her shaking hands and she took a step back bumping into the wall behind her.
"There's no way out…I tried Dean," she murmured raising trembling hands to touch his face, "I let her send you to hell and she killed our sons anyways."
He pressed his forehead against hers and smelled her damp hair, "It's not your fault, none of it. We both know we never had a chance. They never had a chance, Riv."
She buried her face in his neck and cried tears she'd kept bottled up for four months, "I wanted them, I wanted a life." They stood together in her small kitchen for several minutes, Dean rubbing her back in small circles before River stepped back and wiped her wet face. Dean looked down at her and she smiled nervously running her hands through her damp hair
"I'm a mess." She mumbled. He pressed her back against the wall and ran his lips gently over hers before he grabbed her hair and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She moaned tangling her tongue with his and grasped at his shirt.
"Bed." Dean grunted when he broke the kiss. River took a deep breath, slightly dizzy.
"Down…down the hall," she squeaked as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He walked back down the short hallway until he reached her room and tossed her on the bed where she landed with a small laugh. Dean pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it on the floor and River took a deep breath, "Oh…" She sat up and looked at his naked torso, running her fingers over the perfect skin and tight muscles. "You're…perfect. All your scars…what the hell is this?" she placed her hand over the mark on Dean's shoulder.
"I don't know. Had it when I climbed outta my grave." he told her.
"I never went to your grave. Didn't see the point," she replied, "Between me and Sam we were gonna find someway…"
"I don't want to talk about that right now," He grabbed the hem of her thin shirt and pulled it over her head, "Well, look at you. Seems like you had an upgrade too." Dean sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. The scars that once covered Rivers abdomen and hip were gone, soft, unmarked porcelain skin were all the remained. He ran his hands over the smooth skin and up to each breast.
She took an unsteady breath and closed her eyes when he tweaked her nipples , "When I woke up the cigarette burns and the other scar were gone. What ever put my insides back together did a nice job patching up the outside too." Dean made a low humming sound as River pulled at the buttons on his jeans and started pushing them down. He kicked his pants off and pushed her back onto the bed, pulled her leggings off in one smooth movement and threw them over his shoulder. He groaned looking down at her naked and shivering. "Quit staring at me." She muttered embarrassed.
He laughed and leaned over her, kissing and biting her neck as she writhed under him. An image of a beaten and bloody woman strapped to a table flashed before Dean's eyes and he faltered for a moment. His body went rigid and he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Dean, are you ok?" Rivers worried voice brought him back, she had her hands cupped around his face, "What's wrong?" His green eyes were glossy and far away but he focused on her blue ones.
"I need…I need you," He murmured into her hair rubbing his erection along her inner thigh.
River bucked her hips up encouraging him, "I need you, too, please. I'm ok." Part of Dean wanted to take his time with her, remember how she felt and tasted. The other part wanted to fuck her into the mattress and make her scream. That part won and he thrust into her in one quick motion. River cried out as he stretched her almost painfully, nails digging into his shoulders and back as Dean kept up his pace. All she could do was hold on and take what he had to give as he moaned filthy words into her ear. The pain quickly ebbing away as her body responded to his touch. "Fuck," she moaned, her breaths becoming erratic as she felt the coil inside her lower belly tightening.
Dean knew the familiar fluttering in her pussy, felt her thighs tending around his body. "Come on, sweetheart make some noise." He hooked one forearm under River's knee and moved his free hand to her clit never slowing down the snapping of his hips. More moans and obscene words fell from her lips as the coil snapped and Dean drove her over the edge of her climax. She threw her head back into the mattress and cried out as Dean continued fucking her senseless. "So fucking hot," he murmured leaning down to grasp her lips with his own. His hips stuttered and he groaned into her mouth his own climax crashing through him. Their breaths were ragged, River ran her fingers through his hair and kissed Dean's face and neck, running her fingers over the smooth muscles of his back.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear. Dean weakly nodded his head against her neck and he rolled over onto his back, dragging River with him so she was half laying on top of him.
"Shit, I didn't wear a condom," Dean sat up on his elbows suddenly looking down at River. She sat up also and fixed the charm on her necklace.
"It's alright hot stuff I can't get pregnant. I got my tubes tied in Mexico last month. Told Bobby I was tracking a Chupacabra," she blushed.
"What's with the necklace? It's kind of tacky," He said changing the subject. River smiled and fingered the brightly colored lollipop charm.
"I like it. Found it an a pawnshop when I was looking for a cursed tea kettle," she told him turning back over and kissing his jaw.
Dean stretched and put his hands behind his head, "Guess we should head back to Bobby's and try and find Sammy."
River grumbled, "Yeah about Sammy. He changed all his damn numbers, won't answer my emails and has himself warded against tracking spells. Kind of seems like he doesn't want to be found." She walked over to her dresser and searched for clean clothes watching Dean's reflection as he got dressed. River grabbed her duffle bag of gear and the food she had promised Bobby and they headed back to the Singer salvage yard.