Descent Chapter 2
Death shouldn't smell like whiskey, deodorant and aftershave. Death should certainly not be warm and hard in all the right places, and Death should definitely not be peppering your face with kisses pleading for you to wake up in that kind of voice. Death, apparently, didn't want me.
"Dean, come on, I can't do this if you keep making her move like that." Sam snarked from the other side of me and suddenly I was acutely aware of the needle in my side. This time it wasn't a moan of the way Dean's voice turned me on, it was a moan of pain and I moved my arm to stop him but one shot out from across my stomach, holding me down. "Christ, she's awake."
"Hey, Ray," Dean whispered against my right ear as my eyes fluttered open. "You can't move, okay, Sam's trying to get the gash stitched up." I fought against the hold, the weight of him locking me down. "Come on, you need to relax."
"Dean," I managed to mumble as my fingers flexed, but that just reminded me that my ribs hurt as I tried to take in a deeper breath. "Fuck you. Get off me! I can't breath."
"Yeah, you're going to be just fine," he snickered like a child but let go of my arm and I felt him grab the end of my shirt, raising it higher. "Jesus, what the hell possessed you to take on a whole vamps nest alone? Why didn't you call for help?"
"Cause, you're an asshole." I coughed and moaned, and then moaned again cause the moan hurt. "Pain killers, got any?"
"Yeah, coming up." He shifted off the bed, another movement that had me groaning and the hand on my side, the one pulling the string through, gave me not so much of a tickle as this strange tug at my insides, pause as he sighed.
"You have a few broken ribs, maybe some bruised ones too." Sam let out a breath, making a point to actually scold me in his own way. "The rest of you isn't bad, I mean minor stuff, but this? What did this?"
My eyes flickered in his direction and I tried to shake my head. "There were nine of them, but before I got down to the last two, one of them sliced me, I have no idea with what, just something sharp."
"And you drove your car here?" I heard Dean laugh as he rested beside me again, lifted my head just a bit and deposited the pills in my hand. Moving slowly, I was able to toss them both into my mouth before he helped bring the glass of water to my lips. Swallowing wasn't hard, breathing after swallowing was and my eyes flashed with little white dots.
"Are you kidding, my car is a classic, pristine condition, you don't just leave that sitting near some damn abandoned building while you wait for an ambulance." I muttered, the sarcasm in me just waiting to get out, but my voice was low and weak, and it didn't help that the pills seem to be hitting me like a rock, dragging me down again. What the hell had he given me? "Don't go anywhere, either of you, I don't wanna die alone."
"You're not going to die, Ray," Dean snapped but I could hear the concern in his voice. "Stop being so dramatic."
"What about you Sammy? Gonna stick around?" I thought maybe after our fight he wouldn't want anything to do with me, but there he was stuffing my innards back where they belonged. I reached out, drew a hand through his hair and listened to the light sigh he did as he gave a little bit of pressure to my hand when I left it pressed against his cheek.
"Sleep, Ray, Dean's gonna go out and get an IV bag, and I'm going to finish this up, but you need to stop moving, so let the pill do what they're supposed to," he ordered and I took a ragged breath, nodding as I felt Dean's hand on my forehead, pushing my hair back before his lips pressed against it.
FOUR days! Four days of in and out of consciousness, of blindly having Dean, or Sam, help me to the bathroom, which wasn't the most pleasant of things, but I wasn't going to wet the bed, and I didn't remember much about it anyway. Four days of sponge baths, soup in a cup, water through a straw and nearly falling off the bed because I was too damn stubborn to wake up whichever one was sharing the bed with me.
Four days of not being completely here, before I was finally able to pull myself out of the abyss and come back to reality.
I rolled to my right, feeling the warmth to that side and pulled my arms up close to my chest, but the breath against my forehead had my eyes open within moments. Startled wake, not sure where I was, or exactly what was going on, I stared at the sleeping face of Dean Winchester, his perfect jaw relaxed as he breathed easy.
Licking my dry lips, I took the chance to reach out to him, lightly running my fingers along his hairline down to where his stubbled jaw connected to the soft skin of his neck and while I watched my own fingers move, while I tried to control my own breathing in order to not wake him, I remembered that my ribs were killing me.
"You trying to scare me?" His voice muffled as he reached up and pressed my hand to his neck, making my fingers spread wide on his warm skin. Those green eyes fluttered open, as if he really didn't want to get up, but he looked at me lazily and sighed. "You already did that, ya know, calling like that, not answering. Thought you died."
"Nope, still stuck with me, Winchester." I smiled, untucked my other hand and placed it below his cheek, opening my palm to the little kiss he placed there. So this was my relationship with him, with his brother, too many years of hunting together, being the only men I would hunt with, had linked me closer to both of them and as much as I loved the way he lavished the attention on me while I was hurt, all I wanted to do was get away. He must have see it because he inched his body closer, arm slid around my waist and he pulled me close.
"Don't run," he begged and I let out a breath.
"Couldn't if I tried, but I need a shower, bad, and I don't wanna lay here anymore." I groaned like a child. Dean only nodded, slipped out from my touch, let me go and got up from the bed.
I lay just where I was, looking at the sleeping body of Sam wrapped in the comforters across from me. We hadn't really talked in weeks, not since the big blowout between us, half the time I didn't remember what it was about, but I know that Sam and I hadn't been the same since and I missed him.
Dean cleared his throat, the faucet in the bathroom was going and he was holding a hand out for me. I sighed and reached up, taking that warmth in mine as he helped me sit and then stand before watching me on weak knees.
"I got this!" I snapped before he reached out for me again, and his hands fell to his side. One wrong step on wobbly legs and his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, avoiding my ribs and the stitches.
"Yeah you got this alright, Princess." he smiled and slowly helped me walk to the bathroom. Sitting me down on the toilet, he closed the door, not enough to latch it but so that he could hear if Sam woke up.
"Really, Dean, a bath?" I growled.
"Listen, Brat, take it or leave it but you can't soak those stitches, they can get wet, but I've seen you in the shower, you go until the water runs out, and that ain't happening," he sighed and watched me roll my eyes, "that and Sam would kill me if I had to get in there with you just to hold your scrawny ass up. Now strip."
"So fucking pushy." I snapped and dropped my shorts, not that it took much since I think they were Sam's and being held on by a safety pin, but it was the shirt that I had the issue with and looked up at him with a scowl. "A little help here."
"Don't let anyone tell you that chivalry is dead." he laughed.
He squatted down before me and took the hem of my shirt, completely ignoring the fact that I was bottomless, and he bit down on his lip, keeping constant contact as he pulled the tank over my head. With a heavy swallow, his eyes went only to the bandage that Sam had put on and slowly peeled the tape back, finally releasing me only when it was completely free. I watched as he stood quickly, turned his back to me and waited for me to get into the bathtub. His breathing was heavy, that I could tell by the way his back moved, how his chest expanded from behind, and he was turned on, that much was evident by the way he fisted his hands.
With one final deep breath, he turned, shut off the water and grabbed the soap and rag from beside me before he sat down on the floor. I pulled my knees up as far as I could, which made me roll my eyes while it pulled at the stitches and his hand went right to my back.
"Hey, not like I haven't seen you naked before so just drop the act and relax, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to." His words were soft and right in my ear, fingers dancing over my spine just below my neck and I let my legs go out, the water only going up to my waist as I turned my head towards him, but I couldn't help the way my arms crossed over my chest. "Can you turn in the tub?"
"I don't think I can fit that way without pulling something," I whispered, but scooted forward so he could get my back. Dean's hands and the combination of the soapy but rough cloth, made me sigh, as he ran it over my skin, but in his attention to making sure I was as clean as I wanted to be, he held the cloth out in order for me to get my breast and between my legs, something I appreciated. Even his touch on my legs was soft and he maintained eye contact as he washed them down.
With a sigh, he popped the lock on the tub, letting the water out, and then grabbed the showerhead, pulling it from the hook so that he could start the water once again. I turned in the tub, my back to the drain and I let him wash my hair, the suds running down my body as I let my head fall back. His fingers were soft and caring with the shampoo and conditioner and somewhere in my treatment, I had closed my eyes and relaxed enough to just listen to the noise.
The sound of a throat clearing is what startled me back to reality and I glanced over, as Dean turned around, to look at the man taking up much of the doorway. I gave Sam a sidewards grin and closed my eyes once more. I had managed to pull my right knee up and wrap my arms around it, covering most of me but not pulling on the stitches.
"I think she's going to turn into a prune if you keep her in there any longer, Dean," Sam stifled a laugh as he crossed his arms and looked me over.
"Yeah well, your happy ass was still snoozing away and she wanted this, so what are ya gonna do?" He quipped back but finished rinsing my hair before he shut off the water and squeezed my hair. He was wet, his shirt was wet, so were his jeans, but he handed me a towel first and let me wrap myself with it before helping me out of the tub and to the seat. "I'll get your clothes."
Sam backed out of the way as Dean moved passed before commanding the doorway once again. "You okay?"
"Better now, thank you." I smiled, and really I felt human again. "Sam, about last time," I started but in a flash, I could see him over me, feel him in me and I watched as those hazel eyes turned black before I could blink and then I was sitting in the bathroom again.
"Jesus, Ray!" Sam whispered, moving to kneel in front of me, "you just got really pale."
"I'm okay, some left over nightmare, maybe." I shrugged but there was something so real about it. "Like I said, last time…"
"We don't need to talk about it right now." his eyes were furrowed as he reached out and ran his fingers over my cheek. Dean reached over his shoulder, handing me a pair of my shorts, a tank and one of his flannels. "Need help?"
"The tank maybe," I sighed and handed him the black top. Dean stood back by the sink, arms crossed as he watched me raise my arms. Sam found the armholes and rolled it up easy enough to move it over my hands, down my arms and let it rest against the towel with one sweep of his hands. Talented boy but that was when I looked at both of them and gave a little bit of a sly smile. "The bottoms I can do all by myself, boys."
"Right," Sam said and nodded, quickly getting up to leave the room but it was the desire that flashed in Dean's eyes that made me blush and look away from him before he turned, giving me the once over and followed after his brother, leaving the door wide open in case I needed them.
I managed it alone, even the flannel that smelled like Dean and as I pulled it tightly around me, buttoning it up almost completely, I remember having Sam's wrapped exactly the same way. With a shake of my head, I used the wall to maneuver out to the room. Dean was at the table, polishing his gun, Sam sat on my bed, his lower arms resting on his knees but as I let go of the doorsill and reached out for the dresser both looked up.
"I, ah, I might need help with the dressing," I shrugged and leaned against the hardwood, suddenly exhausted.
"You might need some more rest," Dean added as Sam got up and walked to me, his hands slipping under my arms as I grabbed his upper ones. I followed his steps as he backed up, but he didn't go to the bed that Dean and I had shared, he moved to the one he had been in and slowly turned me to lower me onto the bed. "I'll get some sheets."
I knew what they were doing, cleaning up the bed I had been in for four days, but Dean's exit meant I was alone with Sam again and I let out a breath as he sat down on the bed across from me.
"You've been gone for weeks, why haven't you called?" I listened the worry in his voice but just shrugged it off as I pulled my legs up on the bed and slowly eased down onto the pillows that smelled like Sam. Closing my eyes, I let myself drown into that smell, until the flash feeling of him behind him, his tongue running over every sensitive spot between my legs had me moaning. "Hey, Ray?"
"I'm okay, Sam," I whispered, still keeping my eyes closed, but I shivered at the thought of it, "I think I just need to sleep."
I faded quickly, so much so that I never even heard Dean come back in the room, but there was a faint hint of conversation, one that flooded in and out of my ears, one that never seemed to make any sense, but why was it so hard to get back to reality.
A week… a week since the whole bath thing, a week since waking up strong enough to move, and we were still stuck in this godforsaken motel room. Not that I was never alone since the boys still had cases in the area, but they would come back every night and be with me. Either Sam or Dean in my bed and finally I had enough.
Today, I didn't care how or where, but I needed to get out.
I was dressed when they returned, both of them decked out in their Fed Threads, and God did they ever look sexy in them. Dean raised a brow as he stopped beside the bed looking down at me and Sam glanced over the tight jeans, boots and tee-shirt I wore before he hung up the jacket.
"Going somewhere?" Dean questioned, that gruff voice ever so friendly and I smiled, because it was never aimed at me, just the way he spoke.
"Dinner," I replied, lacing the last part of my right boot, still struggling with the left since it meant pulling it up and the stitches seemed to wanna cause issues.
"Oh, yeah, who's the lucky guy?" Sam grinned but I ignored him as I stood and slipped on my jacket.
"Well, if it isn't you two, then I'm going alone." I snapped and watched him turn.
"Oh no," Dean stepped in and I watched him hold up a finger, pointing it right at me, those green eyes coming down to stare at me and I couldn't help the smile. "We almost lost you once and that was too close of a call for me. So, just… no."
"Then strip, Hot Stuff, cause I'm hungry." The implications of the statement had Dean's lips go in a straight line, as if he had never expected to hear that from me and I tilted my head just a little before he huffed and was suddenly squatting before me. I reached out, placing my hands on his shoulders as he started to lace the boot, but his head was close to the heat between my legs and what one Winchester did to me was nothing compared to what this one did.
Did I mention I had a thing for both, wanted them both, needed them both but in the four years that I had hunted with them, nothing had ever happened?
Dean looked up at me, a sultry look in his eyes as I glanced down, swallowed hard and averted my eyes, catching the sly grin on Sam's face before he pulled his own tee-shirt on and moved about the room. Dean stood, placed his cheek against my ear and breathed out lightly.
"Damn you smell good." he whispered before letting his fingers run down my arm and I felt my breath hitch, the bruised and broken ribs still kicking my ass and I quickly cleared my throat, turning to watch the two of them ready themselves.
The diner wasn't too far away, and to be able to walk into it without any help from the boys was fantastic, but you can just imagine the looks I got when I moved through the small place, one that looked like an old train car, with two six-foot plus men behind me. Yeah, I had bodyguards, but it was Dean that slid in beside me as I sat with my back to the wall, and Sam that made sure to keep me shielded when he moved into the seat in front of me.
One woman, not anyone that made me think twice, came over and offered us coffee, which all three of us took despite the fact that it was nearly midnight, but it was the one that actually brought it that had me questioning what was going on.
She smiled at the boys, just like every normal waitress would do, until her eyes locked on mine. Bright blue eyes, dark hair, and I knew I met her somewhere before. As she stared, all I could hear was the beeping of machines and the bright white light that blinded my eyes, something about that stuck and when I felt Dean's hands on my face, taking my sights from her, I managed to snap back to reality.
"Okay, this was a bad idea," he whispered, his forehead against mine as I breathed through the darkness that threatened to pull my under, but I controlled my breathing and placed my hands on his.
"No, no," I whispered and finally found the courage, the need to lift my eyes, taking in all the gold flecks that shined in his before I turned to the waitress again and read her name tag. Reyes. I shook. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine, and we should go." Dean snapped and I felt him shake, trying to keep it in, but I backed away from his hands and smiled up at the woman.
"Cheeseburger," I answered, giving her a smile and watched as she quickly wrote it done, "medium, no onion."
"Fries?" She questioned.
"What's my choices?" I grinned.
"It's fries or no!" Dean growled and I turned a little surprised by his outburst before catching the frustration in those wild green orbs. "You don't substitute anything for fries when you get a burger. That's just… wrong."
I smiled and looked up, nodding at the woman, but I couldn't shake the feeling I knew her from somewhere. Turning back to Dean when she left, I couldn't help but watch the way he looked at me, something had changed since we had been stuck together almost every day, but my eyes also took in the relaxed way that Sam watched us, like he was expecting a show of some sort, even as he placed one hand on the back of the seat and moved the spoon around in his coffee.
"What gives?" I whispered, focusing my attention back on Dean who just gave me a pouty don't know with his lips. I dropped the subject until after I filled up on the burger, but kept my eyes on Reyes, who stood at the end of the counter, far, far away from the three of us. I cleared my throat and pushed at Dean, who glanced at me over his newly filled coffee. "Move it, Winchester, I gotta use the restroom."
He rolled his eyes, slipped out of the seat and watched me. His eyes, and Sam's, seemed to burn through my back as I turned the corner and disappeared, but that action got me just what I wanted. Not a moment after I closed the door, it opened again and the woman behind the counter was stepping in.
Forget the stitches, in an instant, I had her up against the wall, angel blade that had been tucked into my boot (mind you it was a miniature one that Cas had given me so long ago because let's face it, there is no way I was carrying something two and a half feet long in my tiny ass hands), was now up against her neck.
"Who are you?" I growled and watched as her eyes flashed black.
"I'm here to help you," she whispered.
"Yeah, sure, a demon who wants to help me." I laughed and pushed the tip up under her jaw. "Why?"
"You don't belong here."
"I'm a hunter, I don't belong anywhere, that's my job, come in and disappear, kinda goes with the job description."
She leaned her head down, the tip digging into her soft tissue and she hissed as it broke the skin. "No you don't belong HERE and you've already been trapped long enough, you need to break free, you need to listen to the signs."
"Bitch, you're making me mad." I growled and stepped back.
"Hunters don't belong here, they don't last that long without going insane so I suggest you smarten up, and find a way out." She snapped and turned, moving out the door before I could do anything else.
Tucking the blade away, I finished my business, washed my hands and met the two men at the register. "Let's get out of here."
The motel room was stuffy. The air inside thick with something I couldn't pinpoint but Reyes? The doctor from my dream had been standing in the women's room, blade to her throat and still she flashed black. Who the fuck does that? Sitting down on the bed, I rubbed my eyes. Maybe I was still too exhausted for this crap.
It felt like hours that I sat there, wanting nothing more than to remember everything from the nightmare, the moments before it, the days in the hospital before I woke up but I had nothing, nothing but flashes and why would Reyes say the same thing to me now as she did before. I was a hunter but I couldn't be there, I had to find a way out. What exactly did that mean?
Before I knew it, I was rubbing my eyes again, but this time to get the sleep out, and the room was quiet, there was no sounds from the boys, no rustling of clothes or the shower spraying on, not even the noise of the television. They must have thought I was exhausted enough to finally leave me be and have some sort of peace before we got something going. Taking a deep breath, I scanned the room, starting from the empty second bed to the bathroom and around to see Dean sitting in the chair next to the table, his body relaxed but his eyes were scanning over me like I was dinner.
I was laying back on the bed, knees bent, legs open and my arms above my head and that was when I notices the pain in my wrists, feeling the coldness of the metal against them and fear hit my heart, making it pound as I tried to move them down to look at them. The cuffs pulled against the restrain of something more and my breath quickened as I looked wide eyed at Dean. There was no one else around and I was confused and frustrated as I tugged at them, trying to pull them closer so I could see just what was going on.
"Untie me!" I snapped, one of my biggest fears was restraints and Dean knew it, but I had mastered all of them, the ways to escape because of the boys, but this was different. I yanked down on the cuffs again, knowing I couldn't get off the end of the bed, by going down but as I pushed up I found the length of rope that held me only from moving one way. "Dean! Untie me!"
"No," he answered casually but his answer was straight forward, no games and he slowly moved from the chair to lean over me, one hand by my head that he put weight down on as the other stroked down my right side to the spot where my shirt had risen. I felt his legs nudge between my knees, spreading me wider as his eyes blinked lazily. "Do you know how much I want you?"
"Dean, just untie the ropes, please." This was not funny, not funny at all and oh my God I was about to go into full panic mode, but his lips came down hard on mine, shocking a hum out of me as I closed my eyes. They weren't like Sam's, all take and no give, they started out hard but slowly his need waved and he was kissing like he meant it, like he really wanted it. My body responded, arching up against that hand on my waist, his fingers caressing my hot skin. When he broke away, only a second more than needed, I panted against his lips, wanting them back but needing to get out of this damn trap, "please, Dean, I'm begging you, let me go."
"Oh, honey, I have so many ideas for you and this is just the way I want them to come true," he smiled, breathing into me, his hand slipping from my waist, moving up, fingers spread wide. I felt his thumb rub over the light cloth of the less than adequate bra and instantly my nipple was at attention, and a low moan escaped. "See, sweetheart, it's not that bad. Trust me, you'll like it."
"Dean, please, I love you, don't do this!" I begged, but I knew it was no use, something was wrong here, very, very wrong.
His lips caressed my skin softly, like I would have expected Dean to do. He was very gruff in his life, very in control, but when he kissed, it was always tender, always soft and caring, even if it was just on the forehead, on the neck. Shit! That was what he was doing now, and I closed my eyes, hoping that the softness continued, even as the shirt I was wearing slowly tucked up under my chin. My bra was next, just a thin piece of cloth that hooked in the back, but my chest now lay open to his caresses.
His lips were soft, sending chills down my spine as his tongue moved over the taunt peaks of my nipples and I whimpered just a bit before he pinched at them with his teeth. I could feel the pressure between my legs the need for him to touch me, in any way, it didn't matter how. That was when he leaned down, pressing his stomach to the heat there, and his mouth scorched a path to the waist of my jeans.
His fingers didn't leave my breasts, kneading and pinching as his tongue seemed to take up the task of fucking my navel, something that I would have never thought was a turn-on but, holy hell, I could come from this alone. Those fingers glided down until he was tugging at the button on my jeans, ripping the zipper down but he only stood, never took his mouth from my skin as I suddenly felt the cool breeze of the room against the wet heat he exposed. Jeans and panties had fallen to the floor and I fought against the restraints as his hands slowly slid up my thighs.
"No, no, no, Dean," I begged and yanked down on the rope, "wait, don't do it this way, please."
His eyes looked up at me from under his dark lashes, blown wide with lust and that tongue slowly glided over my stomach, lavished little kisses and pinching bits on the scars there before I felt him dip in. My whole body shook as his mouth covered my lips, sucking down hard on the bundle of nerves that sat just under the attention of his tongue.
"Oh, God!" I wanted to yell it but it came out more of a surprise as I tipped my head back and thrust my hips up to meet him, but his hand came down, holding me still as he began his campaign to see me come completely undone under him. "Fuck! Dean!"
"Shh, baby, I'm going to take care of you," he whispered, his mouth humming against everything that was over sensitive, over stimulated and the sound I let out was more of a laugh then anything, like there I couldn't take much more.
His hands traveled down to my ankle, grabbed one tight and lifted it up to the bed, placing it close to my ass and I snapped my head up to look at him. His green eyes were on me, watching my every expression but as confused as I was, I couldn't stop the fear when he brought out his red-striped tie and wrapped it securely around my thigh, making sure that I couldn't put my leg down. My heart raced as he did the same with the other leg, no matter how much I fought against it, and that blue and white one graced my skin. Stupid thoughts raced through my mind, like at least it was soft, at least they weren't ropes, at least he was being gentle… at least he wasn't a fucking...
"Demon," I breathed as I watched his eyes flash black and his tongue slip out to taste me one more time before he made his way up between my legs. I shook, everything in me shook as his hand separated the folds and his fingers slipped in, two at once, not waiting for me to adjust, but he got the groan he wanted as his lips fell to mine again.
The way my legs were tied, there was no way to wrap them around him, no way to close him off and he fit right where he wanted to be, pumping digits in and out at a slow torturous pace that had my body rocking down on his hands.
"What a good little girl," he whispered, his lips barely a breath from mine, "I knew you wanted this, knew you wanted me. You're mine, you know, mine and Sam's, never gonna let you go."
"Dean!" I whimpered, feeling like I had lost a battle but there was I could do, was there, this was one fucked up situation. "Take them off."
"Shh, little one," he cooed against me and slowly removed the fingers that had brought me over the edge more than once before I felt the pressure of something larger against me. "Gonna make you come, gonna make you feel real good, and then, I'm going to call Sammy and we're going to do it all over again."
I felt the tears run down from my eyes as he pressed deeper, but he gave me time to adjust, to really feel him, until he was seated flush against my skin, and then he slowly slipped out enough to snap his hips forward. The force, the pressure, and the feeling had my eyes rolling, my toes curled and I couldn't deny that I wanted him, had always wanted him, just like his brother, but I couldn't let a demon do this, not to me.
The sounds from him were almost animalistic and they pulled at my core, bringing on the heat that build up at the base of my spine, growing in intensity as he continued a brutal pace that seemed to increase the closer I got to the edge. I closed my eyes tight, let my head fall back as I bared my neck for him, my fingers gripping around the rope in order to keep the metal from digging into my wrists, but that was when I noticed it. It wasn't the good stuff, the heavy crap that they always tied things down with. This was the white stretchy kind that they used for laundry lines and I could feel the end of it where tied around the metal
I had an idea and I was going to do what I had to in order to get away.
"Dean," I groaned, hoping to get him to do just what I wanted and those black eyes came up to stare at me, even as he pounded against my body, his lips seemed to do strange things, light feathery kisses, the total opposite of the way he surged in. "Pull my hair."
"Never figured you for a rough one," he gasped, like the idea was more of a turn-on that being inside me.
"Please," I begged, okay fake begged, cause I really didn't want him to pull anything, I wanted him to get off, and not in the end-all-be-all way. His fingers ran up, releasing his hold on my hips and he slipped behind my arms, grabbed a length of my hair and yanked, tugging my head back so I could see the cuffs. I moaned as he shifted, pushing up further so that he could find my mouth again. His kisses, like the rage in his body, became more of a claiming way to take me and I moaned into him, still feeling the build-up that was about to rock me, but his face was still too close. "Bite me."
"Mm, does Sammy know you're this kinky?" He laughed against my lips but he began to slide that perfect, plus mouth across my skin, "I'm going to mark you up, Princess, show everyone who you belong to," his breath was warm against my ear as he tugged just a little bit, but that voice was dangerous, "and then, I'm going to have mark right over them, every… single.. One."
His words were accentuated by a hard thrust into me, and I closed my eyes tightly, taking the way that he touched everything inside. I was in trouble if I didn't get this done and get out because I wanted to agree to every word that slipped from those lips.
His teeth clamped down on the slope of my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth as those lips caressed and I fought off the urge to just give into him but he had put me right where I wanted, as he bucked in and sucked down, I could see the way my fingers moved. This wasn't a Winchester knot, this was totally wrong, and simply undone before the orgasm that he pulled from me ripped through my body.
I latched onto the rope, giving me something to hold onto besides bringing my hand down and digging my fingers into Dean's back, something I wanted to do as his body swelled inside me, toppling me over the edge, but as I breathed through it, felt myself shaking, I pulled against his fisted hand.
"Kiss me, Dean," I whispered, feeling the high from the pleasure that sang over my nerves.
He picked his head up, released his hold on me and brought his lips closer, giving me free reign of my upper body. His lips dragged across mine, cock still thrusting and I looked once more into his eyes as the black faded out of them and the green shined through.
I wanted to believe this was all a dream but I couldn't I didn't have it in me, and squaring my proverbial shoulders, I used every ounce of strength I could find and slammed my head into his. Dean stumbled, I watched the way his pupils changed and he slowly slipped from the bed, crashing towards the floor on the wrong damn side.
His body blocked the exit, and my only way out would have been through the bathroom, but as I sat up, yanked the ties from my legs, and moved, I knew it wouldn't do me any good, the window was too small and the stitches were screaming at me. I had just about reached the bathroom door when I felt an arm around my waist, slamming me face first in the space between the wall and the dresser.
Dean's hand grabbed the cuffs and stretched my arms up above my head as he pulled back on my hips. "Stupid bitch!"
I felt him thrust in, not gentle at all this time and screamed out! Closing my eyes tight as he kept a brutal pace, building the pressure in my sex back up to another shaking orgasm, but I couldn't give into the blackness like I wanted to. I had to get out, I had to survive. That was when I spotted it, the demon blade that Dean had set down when they first came in to change out of their FBI suits, it was always on him but now it sat there. How the hell did I get to it?
There was no denying it this time, the way the heat radiated from me and I clenched my fingers together, felt my legs shake as he held me up, pulled me back more and when the rush came, I did too, screaming out his name as he swell, stiffened and spilled his warmth inside me. Placing my forehead against the wall, I waited for the backlash of his anger, but he breathed contently and placed his cheek between my shoulders.
"Hmm, might need to do it this way all the time, you're so much easier when you're pinned." He laughed, but that did nothing more than piss me off.
I brought my leg up and slammed my heel down on his foot, hearing him scream in pain as he let me go and backed off. It all happened so fast, I twirled, snatched the knife from the dresser and plunged it deep into his left side. His eyes widened, his breath hitched and his lips fell open.
"You're not My Dean!" I snapped and pulled the knife from him. His face sparked that orange color, I watched the life drain from his eyes and suddenly he crumpled onto the floor, blood flowing from the wound to his heart. Catching my breath, I grabbed the lock-pick kit from my bag, fought with the cuffs and finally got them to open.
I grabbed the blade, Dean's flannel and headed for the door, but I needed my keys. Grabbing them from the bedside table, I looked up just as the door opened and Sam walked in. He stopped, wide open as he looked down at Dean, then his black eyes came up to me, scanned over my naked body and the way the blood dripped down my side and his hands clenched.
Flipping the demon blade in my hand, to grab the tip, I launched it within a split second of the move, lodging it deep into his chest. Sam's eyes looked down, confused, before he dropped the items in his hands and sank to his knees. He looked at me one last time before that spark of life went out, hazel returning to the dead look that now filled his eyes.
A bright flash of light filled the space around me and the pain ripped over me.
My eyes were as wide open as they were going to get as I made my way towards the bed, coughing on the blood that seeped out of my lips and I nearly missed as I laid down on my left side, keeping the pressure on the slice that had me bleeding out in no time. I wanted to sleep, that was all there was too it, but I needed help, needed to fix this.
Slipping my hand into my jeans, I yanked the phone from the pocket, and set it down on the bed. Looking over my last contacts, and the fact that it was three days ago that Sam had called just to check in, my finger hovered above the call button. For a moment I took a breath, I needed to remember something, to see something but I wasn't sure what.
Grinding my teeth, I closed my hand around the phone and threw it with everything I had against the far wall of the room before I shook my head.
I got myself into this, and I would be damned if I was going to call them to get me out of it. All I needed was just a little rest