Riley and Dean had eaten breakfast and decided to take a walk around the lake. The weather was slightly overcast, but it wasn't uncommon for mid April to be sort of gloomy. They walked in a comfortable silence and after his knuckles brushed hers for the dozenth time, she felt his fingers slide into hers, their leisurely pace matching the way the way their relationship started.

Riley snuck a glance up at Dean and saw his attention focused on the water to his left and the leaves rustled along their feet. No matter what situation they were in, she always felt safe beside Dean, knowing he would keep her from harm. He flexed his fingers in hers just a bit before his grip on them tightened a little in a reassuring squeeze, as if he could sense the thoughts swirling around in her head.

"it's gonna pour..." He murmured after they'd walked in silence for the last twenty minutes. Riley blinked and suddenly noticed the mid morning sky had darkened considerably. Her thoughts and attention were completely enveloped in the man next to her. As if on cue, thunder rumbled ominously nearby and he felt her grip his hand a little tighter. "We should probably head-," His words were cut off by a sudden downpour and Riley let out a surprised cry.

"Run!" She managed, her giggles starting and Dean tugging on her hand. His strides were longer than hers and the pair ran along the water's edge hand in hand, the downpour soaking them in a matter of minutes. Dean was laughing at Riley was they booked it back to the house, their shoes squelching in the puddles that quickly formed in the soft earth. Her dark brown hair was plastered to the sides of her head and their wet clothes clung to them, goosebumps forming on their skin.

Lightning struck nearby and this time, the thunder was closer. "C'mon Ry." They reached the back porch facing Clear Lake in a couple of minutes. Dean was laughing softly and Riley was smiling up at him as his hands found the railing. "Holy crap, that storm snuck right up on us." Their breathing was coming in pants after their unexpected jog.

"Sure did." Her brown eyes held his and she wrung out her wet hair over her right shoulder. "We look like a couple a drowned rats." Dean chuckled as he watched her. He shrugged off his flannel and wrung it out before tossing it over the railing. Her eyes couldn't help but to move over his form, the gray tshirt he was wearing was now drenched and clinging to him in a way that made her mind slide straight into the gutter.

His green eyes moved to hers as the rain picked up, the metal roof above them giving off a steady thrum. He recognized the longing in her eyes and waited for her to say something. Riley's lips parted to speak, but no words would come and she clamped her jaw shut. Dean's expression was a mixture of amused and something else she didn't recognize.

She let go of her wet hair and moved to where he'd placed his flannel over the wooden railing. Riley picked up the article of clothing and spoke softly, her dark eyes downcast. "Dean?" The atmosphere between them shifted to a more serious one.

"Sweetheart?"

"Thanks for coming for me."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You would've done the same for me. You saved me, Riley."

The brunette smiled a little before looking up at him. "Are we gonna argue about who saved who, here?" He knew exactly what she meant and Dean reached out for her hand, tugging her closer to him. Her breath caught in her throat and he heard it.

"Arguing with you is the last thing on my mind." There was something new in his voice now and her eyes snapped to his.

"Yeah?"

"Definitely." There was a mischievous twinkle in his dark green eyes and her index finger developed a mind of its own, sliding into one of his belt loops as she gazed up at him.

The sopping wet flannel of his that Riley was holding slipped from her fingers and hit the wooden porch and her arms were around his neck and his mouth on hers. His warm hands on her hips scorched her skin right through her wet jeans and she moaned softly.

Dean's lips left hers temporarily and she shimmied her own button up flannel off she shoulders and he tugged her tank top up and off to reveal her bra. Her roving hands shoved his tshirt upward and he slipped it up and off before their bodies pressed together again. They still had goosebumps from being caught in the sudden downpour, but now the goosebumps existed for an entirely different reason.

His mouth moved across hers with precision and Riley broke the kiss suddenly, panting for breath. "We should go inside."

"There's no one," Dean stole another kiss. "Around for miles." Her eyes fluttered closed at the hint of his exhibitionist side; sex with Dean Winchester in the pouring rain? Outside where they might be caught?

Fucking sign her up.

"Dean," Riley moaned softly when his lips left hers to move to her neck and her head lolled to the left, allowing him easier access. "I want..."

He didn't have to ask her what she wanted; she was showing him. Her torso was pressed against his and Riley felt his deft fingers leave her hips to unsnap her bra. Riley felt the release and moved back so the item could fall to the porch at their feet. He groaned softly when he felt her body move back into his. Riley shivered against him, the combination of being this exposed outside and the rain pouring down around them turning her on more than she'd ever care to admit.

Dean lifted her onto the railing, Riley's thighs around his hips, his want for her apparent. He pulled back just a bit to look at her and she blushed shyly. He cupped her right breast in his left hand, his thumb smoothing over her overly sensitive nipple. His eyes moved from his thumb to her eyes and her lips were parted slightly. "Dean, please... don't tease me." His mouth was on her neck again, her arms sliding around his neck as her eyes fluttered closed.

His warm hands pulled her even closer to him, if that were even possible. Riley's hands roved over his upper chest and across his muscled shoulders, built and sculpted from years of hunting and grave digging. "I'm not." Was his whisper before he nipped at her earlobe. "Tell me what you need from me." Were his next words and Riley thought that those words were probably the sexiest thing he could have said right then.

"I need," Riley nuzzled his scruff before whispering his ear. "You to take me inside and get me off until I can't even remember my own name." She yelped out in surprise when Dean hoisted her off the railing and carried her into the cabin, kicking the kitchen door closed behind him. "Shower, " Riley moaned softly, a shiver overtaking her body right then.

Dean didn't ask anything else, just carried her in the tiny bathroom before letting her down and undressing her the rest of the way. He turned on the hot water before undressing himself. Riley's eyes moved over his form and she bit back a moan at the sight of him naked in front of her as he tested the water. "In. Now."

She got in and turned to face him as he yanked the curtain shut before his lips crashed onto hers. Any thoughts of moving too fast were being overwhelmed with the need for more of him in any way possible. Riley felt his hand smooth between her thighs and she spoke. "I need you, Dean."

He squatted slightly and lifted her again, pinning her against the cool shower tiles and holding her there with his weight as her thighs wrapped around his hips. Riley moaned softly when she felt him pressing against her core when he suddenly froze. His entire body tensed up and she felt his hesitation. "Dean?" He didn't answer right away and she pushed back a little to look in his eyes, one arm around his strong shoulders and her other hand sliding out of his wet hair and cupping his stubbled cheek. "Dean?"

"I can't." Was his broken reply. "We can't. I just remembered the hotel... when I took you..."

"No." Riley whispered, his forehead moving to touch hers as his eyes closed. "We're done with that. This is now."

Dean fought his internal battle. "How could you want this with me after that?"

"Please," She whispered as the water rained over them, his eyes still closed. "I don't know if I'll ever truly know what peace feels like, but I swear to you, Dean Winchester, being with you... feels like home." That made his green eyes open and she could see the blatant difference between the shower water and the tears in his eyes.

"You sure?" He still felt compelled to ask for her permission, but the truth was, he never had to ask. Dean Winchester wasn't sure he even deserved to be loved, but the more broken he was, the more she cared for him. Riley nodded eagerly, her forehead against his again and she felt the stretch as he slid into her for the first time.

"Don't be gentle with me." She whispered, gripping his hair as she spoke. "I don't want you to make love to me." Dean paused and green met brown. Their eyes, half lidded with lust, held one anothers for a few seconds before he gave her what she was asking for. Riley felt the first orgasm rip through her as his movements created a delicious amount of friction between his pubic bone and hers.

Dean pulled out of her suddenly and let her down gently. "Let's get out of here and do this someplace else, Ry." They washed up a bit before getting out of the shower, drying off quietly. His fingers found hers and he tugged her out of the bathroom and next door into the bedroom. They fell onto the tangled bedding together, kissing lazily and sharing shy smiles and touches.

Dean rolled them over so they were laying on their sides facing each other and his right hand pulled her calf up over his hip to grant him easier access to her. His green eyes watched Riley's expression as he slid into her again, making her eyes flutter closed. "Fuck, you feel so good." He whispered and she gripped his bicep as he hit that spot inside her. "You gonna get off one more time for me, sweetheart?"

"Dean," Was all she could manage before he rolled them a bit more so she was astraddle his hips, still buried inside her. Dean's tongue snuck out and wet his lips as he gazed up at her, on top of him like this. Her breasts were heaving up and down as she fought for breath, her dark eyes half lidded. He groaned when he felt her tighten her pelvic muscles and she smirked a bit.

Dean's left hand snaked down smooth over the reddish brown Mark on her hip, his eyes following the movement. Green met brown for a moment and his expression softened a bit before Dean's hand moved to thumb her right where they were connected and she gasped. It was his turn to smirk and she rocked back a forth a bit, her tangled wet hair dripping down on both of them. "Ry," Dean whispered and she nodded, leaning forward a bit to brace her hands on the headboard as she rode him hard. He captured a nipple between his lips and suckled her gently before turning his attention to the other one.

"Mmhm," Riley moaned softly as she felt herself tightening up again, wondering how she could possibly get off a third time... until Dean bit down gently on her left nipple and pressed on her clit with his calloused thumb and coaxed one right out of her. He chuckled softly as she tightened around him, fueling his own release and he rolled her over onto her back to ride it out.

Riley was laying there, one of her hands tangled in her hair as she fought to catch her breath. He leaned in to kiss her again and her eyes fluttered closed, suddenly exhausted. Dean chuckled softly as he watched her roll over into him and sigh softly, her arm snaking around his waist. A few seconds ticked by and he felt her twitch before relaxing completely against him. He pressed a kiss to her wet hair and lay there for a few more minutes before getting up to use the bathroom.

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Riley woke up a few hours later, slightly confused as to the time of day it was and rolled over to look out the window. It was still raining and she frowned for a moment, trying to clear the fog from her brain and remember why she would be in bed... until she shifted some more and felt the little bit of tackiness between her thighs.

Dean.

Her eyes went to the closet where his bag was sitting on the floor, outside the closet this time. He'd left it in view, not wanting her to think he'd been a hallucination. Riley smiled a little at the thought and pushed off the mattress to sit up. She yawned softly before wrapping the tangled sheet around herself before exiting the bedroom, heading for the bathroom.

She looked out the tiny kitchen window and saw Dean sitting on one of the adirondak chairs, his feet up on the railing and his right hand holding his cell phone to his ear. Riley turned on the hot water and got into the shower. Her thighs felt deliciously sore from the morning's events and she blushed at the thought of Dean being with her like that.

Dean had rung out their wet clothing and hung it on the towel bars in the bathroom to dry and Riley smiled at his thoughtfulness. All those nights over the last year, they'd shared his bed and never had that line been crossed. Not that she hadn't thought about it though, to be honest. Riley and Dean were both broken in different ways and shared an understanding that no one else could. She cranked the water back off and toweled off with the damp bath towel he'd undoubtedly used and went back to the bedroom to put on some warm clothes.

She was pulling a long sleeved tshirt on after tugging her leggings up when she heard the back door open. "Yeah, we're fine. You tell him I said hey and be safe, y'hear? Alright. Call me tonight... I don't care what time it is. I wanna know you guys made it back safe." Riley heard Dean set his phone down on the counter top and pull open the refrigerator. Riley tugged a comb through her damp hair and set it on the nightstand before moving to the doorway.

Dean was leaning over, peering into the fridge as she leaned against the doorway, watching him. "Kinda creepy when you just standing there staring at my ass, Riley." His senses were refined after years as a hunter and her sneaking up on him was not a possibility.

That made her laugh, the tension leaving her chest. "Shut up." She moved into the kitchen and gave that ass a playful swat. He chuckled as he straightened, the leftovers from the day before in hand. "Was that Sam?"

"Yeah... goin' on a case with Cas and this other guy we know." He studied her for signs of regret, but came up empty. "Wanna share this?" It was the wings and french fries from the night before and she shook her head. Dean opened the container, not even bothering to warm anything up. Riley smiled as she crossed the kitchen to be closer to him and he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. Dean felt her smile against his mouth.

"You enjoy. I'm fine." She murmured and they parted before he tugged her towards the couch, the styrofoam container in one hand, hers in the other.

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