Chapter Five

Grace took a deep breath as she stepped into the living room. The brothers sat beside each other on the antique couch that was once probably a pretty peach color. They were both leaning in to read something on the laptop. Grace watched for a moment to see if Dean would look up but he seemed nose deep in his investigation so she lost her nerve and turned to walk out. She didn't want to distract him from his… what had they called it, oh, hunting. Dean looked up as she cut thru the corner of the living room and headed for the stairs. He stood up and caught up to her before she reached the 3rd step. He grabbed her forearm, gently stopping her.

"Grace," he asked, curious as to why she left without saying a word. She turned to look down at him and melted on the spot. Before, his eyes had been filled with lust, but now as he gazed up at her there was concern creasing his brow. "Is everything okay?" He asked gently, letting his hand slide from her forearm to her hand. Grace glanced at Sam, who was pretending not to notice them as he worked on his computer. She looked back at Dean, squeezed his hand and continued heading up the stairs, guiding him along.

Dean followed, his hand still grasp in hers and he felt his heart racing. It caused him a moment of panic. He'd had sex with far too many women to count, why was the prospect of being with this one making him feel so different?

Grace stayed silent as she led him to her room. She dropped his hand and closed the door behind them. As Dean stood in the center of the room, still a little confused, Grace moved to the dresser where her iPhone had been charging. She pulled up her music and selected her "Greatest Hits of Mullet Rock". It was her guilty pleasure she rarely played around Hope. It was classic rock and a few power ballads. She could sing them like no one's business and felt the words in her soul. She had a feeling Dean would appreciate it. And she needed something to block the noise she was sure she would make. She tried not to giggle when the first song started. Grace stepped up to Dean as the slow soft notes started.

"Dance with me," she asked, a bit breathy. He nodded and pulled her close. They moved in a small circle, her head on his shoulder. She got a bit of a shock when he started singing along quietly, like he was embarrassed.

"I want you to come back and carry me home, away from these long lonely nights. I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too, does the feeling seem so right?"

Grace took over, keeping her head on his shoulder.

"And what would you say if I called on you now, said that I can't hold on. There's no easy way, it gets harder each day. Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone."

As the chorus began Grace looked up into his green eyes and the sang to each other.

"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you, I know you were right believing for so long. I'm all out of love what am I without you, it can't be too late to say that I was so wrong."

Grace starting giggling but was silenced when Dean cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. Since her hands were already behind his head it was easy for her fingers to find their way into his hair. Justin had always had a buzz cut much to her protest, since she loved having her fingers entrapped in a man's locks. She couldn't help herself. And Dean's hair was so soft. He helped to part her lips so their tongues could keep up the dance their bodies had started. His hands easily found the hem of her very short dress and slipped under to find the soft skin of her lower back, his fingertips swirled around making goosebumps erupt. She waited for Dean to pull the dress off but when he didn't, she broke the kiss and in one swift movement, had the t-Shirt like dress over her head and on the floor. The song shifted and began playing "Hot Blooded". It was as if her playlist knew what to chose next. She tried not to listen to the words as she pulled Dean's olive green button up shirt down his arms to join her dress on the floor. Grace ran her hands over his large biceps. Dean grabbed the bottom of his black t-shirt and pulled it over his head, baring his rock hard chest to her. Grace ran her fingers down the smooth skin covering abs of steel. She giggled to herself at the thought. Abs of steel. She trailed her fingers lower to undo the buckle of his black leather belt. She could clearly see the strain of the fabric against his manhood. His breath came out in a hiss as her knuckles grazed the tight fabric before she undid the top button. She expected to find him commando as she unzipped his jeans but was surprised to find boxer briefs. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation.

Before she had a chance to move any further, he brought her back up straight to assault her lips again. As the kisses intensified and the heat built up, he walked her backwards towards the bed. Grace almost lost her balance when the back of her legs hit the mattress. She laughed as she plopped down on to the squeaky bed. Dean gently pushed her back, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her black leggings and removed them. He looked at her hungrily as he tossed the leggings over his shoulder to have them land in the pile with the other clothes. Grace propped herself up on her elbows as she watched him drop his pants and boxers together to the floor, to pool at his feet. It was comical, the look on his face as he did so.

Dean put one knee on the bed, prepared to straddle Grace. When the bed made a horrendous squeaking noise he smiled devilishly but the sound made Grace's heart flutter.

"Yeah, this isn't going to work," Grace said, trying to push him off and sit up.

Dean smiled and said "If the bed's a rockin' don't come knockin'"

Grace laughed but shook her head no.

"If I have any idea where this adventure is going, we don't need to be letting Hope and Sam know all about it. The best thing about having sex on a squeaky bed is the skill to do everything the slow way so that the bed doesn't squeak. I want to see you try that."

Dean offered her his hand and helped her to her feet, pulling her against him.

"I accept that challenge," he said with a grin. "But you're right, that's for another time." He reached around her, grabbing the comforter on the bed and pulling it to the floor.

It wasn't ideal, as doing it on the floor always gave her a backache, but a squeaky bed, not the best way to stay quiet. One thing she and Hope had prided themselves on was their etiquette. And proper etiquette was not to let your friends hear you having wild, passionate sex. She laughed to herself as she thought about Hope and Sam downstairs looking up at the ceiling with all the noise. She shook the thought from her head and gestured for Dean to hit the floor.

"Ladies first," He said with a wicked grin.

She gave him a gentle push. "Not this time cowboy," she said with a bit of seduction. Dean's eyes widened in anticipation. He laid down on the comforter and tucked his hands behind his head. Grace stood above him in just her turquoise lace bra and panties.

Hope was right, this guy wasn't "the one" so she might as well enjoy herself. She watched his face carefully as she took a moment to pull every bobby pin out of her hair and shake her glorious long red hair out. Her hair was long enough and thick enough that when over the front of her shoulders completely covered her breasts. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting the fabric drop at her feet. But poor Dean, he still didn't quite get to see what he had been holding his breath for.

A new song started on her playlist. "Black Velvet" by Alannah Myles. She felt the seduction in the song. She tried not to sing along, but without conscious thought, her hips sway back-and-forth ever so slightly to the beat of the music.

Grace stepped onto the comforter, putting one foot on either side of Dean's hips. He trailed his eyes from her thigh to her hip, across to her smooth stomach, stayed a moment longer at the beautiful underside of her breast, and finally rested on her blue eyes, no not blue. They were green. He could've swore they were blue.

Grace moved seductively to fully straddle him, her knees now on the ground, gently squeezing his hip bones. Even though she still wore her scrap of lace panties she hovered just a breath away from his manhood, absolutely teasing him.

Grace leaned down to kiss him, her long hair spilling around them both. She pressed her bare breasts against his rock hard chest. Dean couldn't help but to grab her hips, gently digging his fingers into the soft flesh. This woman was going to drive him crazy. This was one night he was sure he would never forget. As Grace kissed him she gently rocked her body, teasing him even further.

Without any warning Dean flipped them over, landing Grace hard on her back. It actually took her a moment to catch her breath, it was so unexpected. Dean slid down her body ever so slightly just enough to be able to capture her right breast. The talent he had with his mouth sent heat pooling between her legs. He growled slightly under his breath, causing Grace to gasp. When he released her he lifted up ever so slightly to look at her face.

"Can you smell it Grace, can you smell the desire we're filling this room with?"

Grace never understood the need for pillow talk. Who cared if she could smell their sex, she just wanted to get to it. She didn't say anything, just nodded her head. Satisfied with her response he took a moment to devour her left breast, making sure it did not feel unloved. She arched her back ever so slightly in response to his attack. He then began trailing kisses down her rib cage, to her hip bone, where she tried so hard not to laugh. She wasn't necessarily ticklish but she had never been kissed like that before. He decided to be funny and grab the scrap of lace with his teeth and gently pulled at it like he was trying to remove them.

Grace laughed, her whole body shaking with the joy. As she giggled he slipped his thumbs under the band and in one swift movement he had slipped her panties off and tossed them aside.

Dean moved back up, so ready to fill her body with his own. She was ready for him. She reached up for him, delving her fingers back into his soft hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He fit so perfectly against her. Grace wrapped her long legs around his hips, trying to draw him in. She felt the soft tip of his erection press against her core. She lifted up her hips, pushing him in so slightly. Rather than continue to tease her, Dean surged deep, filling her completely. He started a delicious rhythm that made Grace purr in delight. But after a moment she stopped him.

"What's wrong," he asked as she push gently at his chest.

"Nothing," she smiled wickedly. "Just switching things up. It's my turn. On your back, soldier."

Dean was a little surprised that Suzy Homemaker wanted to be on top. He was happy to oblige.

Grace hovered just above him, very slowly taking him into her, inch by wonderful inch. Even though the song was not the one currently playing she had 'slow ride' playing in her head. Hope had taught her well how to ride a horse, and she put her lessons to good use. She rode him with a skill she didn't realize she had. She used muscles she hadn't use in this aspect in so long. She wasn't sure who was getting more pleasure, Dean or herself. But by the look on his face, he definitely was in heaven. His hands had been behind his head when they started then quickly moved her hips to help with the rhythm. Her slow pace didn't last long and she found herself moving faster and faster, feeling her body began the delicious build up. Dean propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch her face. But in that moment he wanted more. Something he never wanted to do before. He pushed himself up into an almost sitting position, making it so he could wrap his arms around her. It was so close and intimate, he had never been there before. It didn't mentally feel like he was having just sex. It was becoming too much. So he repositioned them, getting Grace back underneath him. He had to change his mood. He balked to himself he was being a patsy. He was Dean 'freakin' Winchester. He didn't do emotional sex. He let the raw sexual desire take over as his rhythm went deeper and faster.

Grace had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out as her body tightened and her orgasm rocked her. She had seen on his face, and heard in the grunts, that Dean had been close too. She squeezed all her lower muscles, tightening her legs around his hips, as he pushed hard and deep, until his own release came. He collapsed, trying so hard not to crush Grace. They lay there for several minutes, each of them trying to catch their breath.

Dean propped himself up on his elbow and kissed Grace again.

"I guess we better get cleaned up," he said. Grace smiled and nodded. Dean stood up and offered Grace a hand, he pulled her to her feet then and scooped up the comforter. He wrapped the comforter around his shoulders then wrapped his arms around Grace, covering them both as they snuck off to the bathroom.

A short time later Dean lay on his stomach, his hands tucked underneath the pillow and his head completely content, he looked at Grace beside him, on her back with her hair fanned around the pillow. He couldn't believe how his night was ending. He had a delicious dinner, and unexpected dessert… Dessert! He had totally forgotten!

"Hey Grace? What about pie?"

Hope finished up the dishes. She refilled her wine glass and grabbed another beer for Sam. She walked into the living room with a little extra swish in her hips to get his attention. It didn't work, he didn't even look up as she walked over. Sam was sitting in the middle of the couch working on his laptop that was sitting on the coffee table. He looked uncomfortable all bent over but he barely glanced at the beer when she set it down. She sat next to him looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Whatcha working on?" Hope asked.

"I'm trying to find out if there is a common connection between the victims or if they were all just found in the same place," he explained, closing one window and opening another on his screen.

Hope watched for a few minutes trying to follow along but Sam was deep in thought on it and she didn't want to interrupt by asking a lot of questions. She was quickly lost as he skimmed thru articles and county records. She leaned back on the couch and admired Sam's broad shoulders as she sipped her wine.

Sam stretched, his back hurt from bending over the coffee table. This furniture wasn't designed for someone as tall as he was. Besides he was sure Hope was bored watching him work. He looked over his shoulder to see Hope asleep on the couch next to him. Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed. Her breathing was deep and even. He took the empty wine glass from her hands and set it next to his computer. He glanced at his monitor and realized he'd been working for a couple of hours. He wasn't sure how time always seemed to slip away from him when he was on the job. Sam pushed some hair back away from Hope's face. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the wine. She looked so perfect laying there that he hated to wake her so he scooped her up in his arms to carry her upstairs.

"Did I fall asleep?" She said quietly wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled snuggling her against his chest, "It's okay. I'm sorry I didn't realize I was working so long."

He stood up and started towards the stairs.

"You don't have to carry me," Hope said, feeling self conscious. She knew she wasn't exactly a skinny supermodel. She was solidly built with more muscle than most girls.

"I know," he said as he started climbing the stairs. Hope couldn't believe that he didn't seem to have any trouble carrying her but he was a big guy. Sam stood a foot taller than her when she wasn't wearing shoes, with broad shoulders and muscular arms . The door to Grace's room was closed and it seemed quiet inside so they assumed Dean and Grace were asleep.

Sam sat her on the bed and kissed her cheek.

"I'll let you get changed, I'm going to have a shower," he said.

Hope just smiled. Sam went to his room and grabbed his toothbrush and pajama pants. He started the noisy shower and let it heat up while he brushed his teeth. He adjusted the shower curtain to block most of the water but since Grace hadn't had time to make the wrap around curtain yet they were just making due with the one Hope had hung when she was cleaning.

The hot water felt good on his tired back. He was looking forward to stretching out next to Hope in the bigger bed. He was lost in thought and didn't hear the bathroom door open and close again. He opened his eyes after rinsing his shoulder length hair out to see Hope stepping into the shower with him. She seemed a little awkward, like she wasn't sure what she was doing. Sam pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. He turned them around so she could be under the hot water. Hope tilted her head back and rinsed her hair under the water. Sam kissed her neck, his hands exploring her backside. Hope could feel him getting aroused, she reached between them and gripped his shaft. He was long and thick. Her body quaked with arousal. Sam braced himself in the tub as she massaged him. He pulled her against him grinding against her but their height difference was too much. He threw back the shower curtain, stepped out of the tub and scooped her up in his arms. He managed to open the door and carried her down the hall, both of them naked and dripping wet. He used his foot to closed her door and laid her out on the bed. He climbed on top of her, his kisses deep and urgent. He moved down her body, sucking on each of her nipples. Hope arched her back as he teased at her with his teeth. He licked some of the water off her belly making her giggle before moving lower. Hope gasp as his tongue danced around her. He found the right spot and worked her till she was right on the cusp of exploding. She whimpered as her body screamed for release. He quickly moved atop her and Hope wrapped her legs around him. He thrust into her finding her hot and ready. He moaned, she was so tight that he enjoyed the sensation a moment before he began rocking. Hope matched his rhythm and his breathing became as ragged as hers. He moved faster and deeper until he felt her body spasm around him. He sped up releasing himself into her.

Sam collapsed on top of her, his head resting between her breasts. Hope's fingers ran across his back as she trembled with the after shock. Sam tilted his head back so he could see her face.

"I think we left the shower running." He smiled.

Hope giggled, "We probably could both use another shower now."

He kissed her breast and pushed up off her. He held a hand out to her and she took it standing up. Sam stepped out the door but Hope looked at Grace's door self-consciously.

"Trust me they're asleep," Sam said.

They hurried back to the bathroom and Hope stepped in the shower first. The hot water felt good. Sam stepped in behind her and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. He squirted some in his hands and began to massage it into her hair. Hope moaned in pleasure. He used the extra suds to wash off her body. Hope rinsed off and switched him places. She reached up and kissed him.

"That was the sexiest thing anyone has ever done for me," she said.

Sam smiled, he didn't really know why he wanted to do that but somehow he just wanted to keep his hands on her as long as possible. Usually he was a 'Wham, Bam, Thank You, ma'am' kinda guy, but this girl was starting to make him feel like maybe he could settle down.

"Why don't you dry off while I finish and then we can go to bed?" Sam said,

Hope stepped out of the tub and dried off. She wrapped up in the short satin robe she'd worn into the bathroom. Sam washed off and turned off the shower. He dried off quickly and slipped on his pajamas. He took Hope's hand as they walked back to her room. Hope carefully stepped over the ring of salt and slipped off her robe as she climbed into the queen sized bed. She scooted to the far size to make room for Sam. He climbed in beside her and laid on his back. Hope curled up to his bare chest and sighed contentedly. Sam kissed the top of her wet hair and drifted off to sleep. Hope lay for a while enjoying the feel of his warm body against hers before she to drifted off as well.