"I think you have a goatman," Alex said as we stepped in the door, bag of food under Dean's arms, sleeves rolled up and suit jacket still in the car.
"A what?" I raised an eyebrow at him, moving over to my bed to kick off my shoes and slide some jeans on, up under my skirt. I unzipped the back of the skirt and let it drop, fabric pooling at my feet. I unbuttoned my shirt, practically throwing it off my shoulders and tugging a new t-shirt over my head.
"Will you stop staring at her?" I heard Lex say to Dean and I turned around to see him glaring sharply at the older male.
"Sorry," he cleared his throat. "I was thinking."
"Not about her I hope," Lex responded, digging into the bag of food and pulling out his lasagne.
"Okay tough guy," I said, sitting at the table. "You're gonna beat Dean up if he tries anything, we get it," I smiled, trying to put some humour into the situation.
"Hey, I'd feel the same way if it was my sister," Dean said, trying to earn a better spot in Alex's view.
"So goatman?" I asked, gnawing into my steak sandwich.
Dean slammed me into the wall and kissed me roughly, holding me up by my thighs which were wrapped tightly around his waist. He ground into me as we kissed and I moaned into him, kissing him back with passion. Just one night would do, I knew I was supposed to be making it up to him after how much of a jerk I'd been but he seemed to think I'd earned this. He kissed down my neck and I groaned, rolling my hips into his and grinding against his jeans, fabric casing a tingling feeling in my legs and a very pleasant friction between them.
"Fuck me," I moaned reaching for his belt buckle.
I shot up with a start from the place on the table I'd fallen asleep, pile of books falling out around me, papers sliding to the floor. I looked around for a moment and realised it had been a dream. A very weird dream. An annoying dream, now I was hot and flustered and stuck in a room with my sleeping brother and the man I'd just been dreaming about fucking.
"You alright?" Dean asked as I looked around, him looking up from his father's notebook, beer in one hand and perplexed look on his face.
"Weird dream," I responded, sitting back in my chair, pushing away from the table, chest feeling hot and rising as I tried to get my breath back.
"Sounded like it," he replied. "You uh, make noises in your sleep you know.."
"Oh?" I asked, playing coy. "What noises?"
"I wouldn't call it moaning.." he started and I stood up, shaking my head, heading to the fridge and grabbing a cool beer.
"You're the worst," I replied, opening the bottle with the opener on the counter.
"I'm serious," he raised his voice slightly. "You alright?"
"I'm fine," I responded, rubbing my thighs together slightly as I stood behind the counter, taking in his form. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, him having not bothered to change when we got back. His muscles protruded from his tight shirt and his top buttons were undone, collar open and tie hanging loosely around his neck.
"You sure?" He asked. "Nothing I can help you with?"
I scowled at him and went back to drinking my beer, I couldn't tell if he was being thoughtful -unlikely- or if he'd heard a lot more than I wanted. I raised a sceptical eyebrow and him and then returned to my seat to start researching again.
"You usually say 'fuck me' in disdain?" He asked after maybe 20 minutes of silence. I froze, holding still as I looked at the paper in my hand. "What were you dreaming about, anyway?"
"How much did you hear?" I asked, not looking up from my papers.
"Just that, along with the moaning," he replied cheerily.
"Why do you ask?" I countered, unable to stop myself from raising a brow as I pretended to look at the paper in front of me.
"I'm a helpful kind of guy," he replied, toying with me. "You ever need anything, you just be sure to let me know, you know, since we're friends."
"I'm going to head out and get, uh, some more beer," I decided after pausing for a moment mid sentence. I didn't want him to know I needed air, because I didn't want him to know he had me flustered.
"You want help, getting beer?" He asked, grinning. "Beer can be heavy, you know, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, carrying too much."
"I'm sure I'll be fine," I replied, breathing a little heavier.
"Okay," he smiled at me. "You just let me know if you change your mind."
I got up from the chair, grabbing my keys off the table and headed out the door of the motel room closing it behind me and ten resting against it, cool air of the outside hitting my hot skin.
"Fuck," I breathed.
I stood there for a moment, thighs rubbing together, feeling restless and a little anxious. Oh how easy it would be to just turn around, drag Dean outside and take care of this. Have him scratch that itch. Of course that meant dealing with all the extra crap afterwards, having to put up with it during the hunt. And it was a bad idea to get close to people in this line of work. My legs squeezed together below me and I let out a little whine, knowing I was a weak, weak woman.
"Get a hold of yourself Katie," I scolded, desperately trying to stop myself from twisting the knob beneath my grasp, going back into that room and climbing atop Dean's lap. I couldn't tell if I'd always felt this way of I just needed a good fuck. Was I desperate? It had been a long time, it wasn't easy catching tail on the fly when you're looking after your little brother all the time.
I heard the doorknob turn and the door squeak as it was pulled open behind me, almost falling back as I leant on it.
"You alright, Katie?" Dean asked, from behind me.
"Shit," I replied, spinning around, yanking him out the door and closing it behind him.
"Woah," he said as I did so, shoving him against the closed motel door and gripping his shirt tightly.
"You fucking tease," I growled through gritted teeth.
"Me?" He asked, scandalised. "You're the one wearing that tight skirt, changing in front of me, and that comment. Don't think I missed that hint when you made your little comment about the suit back at the Wilkers."
"What little comment!" I whispered furiously. "You wanna talk little comments, mister helpful?"
"Got to you, did I?" He smirked.
"You're an asshole," I replied, pulling him down to meet me, capturing his lips with my own.
"God, Katie," Dean groaned. "Your fucking brother.." he started but I growled back into the kiss.
"I know," I replied, dragging him forward with me as I walked backwards, towards the steps to get down to the parking lot in front of the motel. He pressed me up against one of the support beams holding up the motel's veranda. "Mine or yours?" I asked between kisses, jingling my keys.
He thrust his hips into mine as he pressed me roughly to the pillar. I was practically fighting his face with my kiss, he grabbed my hips, squeezing tightly as he ground into me, making me moan out a little.
"God," he groaned. "You're so hot," he breathed, practically dragging me towards our cars. He unlocked the doors to the Impala and shoved me into the body of the car, unbuttoning my jeans as he pinned me, my legs wrapping around his waist. I tugged my shirt over my head and he threw the backdoor open and dropped me down on the old leather seats. "Get that bra off," he growled.
I didn't often take orders but I complied with his demand throwing it and my shirt to the floor beside me, letting his mouth explore the swells of my breasts while I frantically worked the buttons on his shirt. He ground his hips into mine and I bucked into him. He propped himself above me as he tugged his shirt off his shoulders. I rubbed myself against his thigh, riding him and getting myself more worked up than I already was. His mouth went back to my breasts, taking a nipple between his teeth and napping down.
"God," I cried out reaching around him and knotting my fingers in his hair.
"I know," he groaned. "God this is so hot, you riding me like this, got you all worked up for me."
Damn he was a good dirty talker. It's like he knew exactly how to unfold me in front of him and took pleasure in doing so. Two could play at that game. I moved my head to kiss along his neck, pulling his head away from my breasts and pushing him upright in the car. I sat on his lap, still dry humping him as I nipped at the flesh of his neck. He tugged open the front of my jeans, button of my jeans already undone, and yanked them down my legs. He tossed them to the floor with the rest of our clothes and quickly worked the buckle on his slacks, them next to go.
"C'mere," he growled as he dropped me back down on my back, flesh touching the cool leather seats.
His hand trailed down my side, light touch setting my skin on fire. He trailed his hand up the inside of my thighs and brought his fingers to my panties, slipping them through my slick folds. Only barrier between his fingers and me being the thin, cheap and lacy fabric.
"Fuck," I swore at the friction.
"Already so wet?" He smirked.
"Less you, more the dream," I commented and he chuckled.
"Who were you dreaming about, hmm?" He teased, rubbing away at my most sensitive area.
"Just fuck me already," I grumbled and he laughed out loud, yanking my panties off my legs.
His briefs were gone and he thrust up into me, making me groan and he let out a hiss as my warm heat accommodated his hardened length. I arched forward and rolled my shoulders back keeping my hips tight with his, not missing a thrust. I rocket with him as all the pent up frustration we had was taken out on each other. Two sweaty bodies clinging to each other in the back seat of Dean's car, leather warmed up and sticking to the skin.
"Fuck," I moaned and Dean tilted his head down to kiss me.
"God," he replied pressed to my lips.
I gripped tight to his shoulders, squeezing the tender flesh beneath the heels of my palms and firm fingers. He held a hand in my hair and pressed the other into the small of my back. I would have dropped my head back if Dean wasn't holding it up for me and it wasn't long before his deep, rhythmic thrusts sent us both spiralling towards shuddering orgasms.
"Son of a bitch," Dean whispered against my lips as we lay back on the leather seat.
"Fuck me," I panted.
"I thought I already did," he chuckled. "What? That wasn't enough for you?"