Author's Note: This one is pretty much pure smut, so if you're not into that, don't bother reading :D Sorry! It's about the only thing I had ready to put up. Consider it a sneak peak into Beth's POV of Dead In The Water the chapter that has just been posted over at How To Save a Life by EarthhAngel. I will be doing the entire Dead in the Water from Dean & Beth's POV in a future edition, this was just a little fun while I was collaborating on EA's chapter :D

This story takes place directly after Kittanning which follows on from my three-part series Bring Me To Life at the end of All Hell Breaks Loose. Beth was thrown out a second-storey window by a poltergeist and impaled by a piece of timber. She's been in recovery since then; Dean and her have been sneaking around exploring their very new relationship behind John's back, not quite ready to tell him they're breaking the rules just yet.

Here they find themselves sharing a motel room with John & Cole, who has joined them on a case. While Dean and Beth are used to putting aside their desires due to bad timing, Cole isn't; so she and John are off having a little fun of their own ;)

And I just can't pull my self away
Under her spell I can't break
I just can't stop
And i just can't bring myself no way
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop

I can feel her on my skin
I can taste her on my tongue
She's the sweetest taste of sin
The more I get the more I want
She wants to own me
Come closer
She says come closer

CLOSER

Motel Room
Beth's POV

I shut the door behind me with a grimace. I was hardly a prude, but at the end of the day you just don't want to see your father in an intimate embrace with your best friend. It just wasn't quite sitting right with me. I peeked out the curtain and saw they'd resumed their attentions on each other, as I watched, they climbed into the back seat of the Impala and I grimaced again. Gross! I didn't want to think about it. Dean would die if he knew what was going on the back seat of his precious Baby.

Dean. That thought picked my mood up a little and I let the curtain fall closed. I raced across the room and knelt next to him at the side of the couch. His eyes were closed and his breathing had settled into a rhythm so I was fairly certain he was asleep. I grinned, and placed a few kisses into the crook of his neck. At the touch he groaned and shifted slightly, still asleep.

I trailed kisses along his jawline and then brushed my lips across his, taking his lower lip in my teeth and nipping slightly. He startled awake and I had a moment to rethink my plan when he suddenly shoved a knife up against my throat. I froze, watching him with a smirk, I knew he had control of his actions, but I wouldn't want to make any sudden movements.

Dean blinked sleepily and then seeing it was me, he relaxed and returned the knife under his pillow.

"Hey," he said with a smile, reaching out to smooth his fingers along my neck where the knife had been. "Something wrong?"

I shook my head and glanced back at my door.

"Kiss me," I said to him, and he frowned, looking around the room.

"Where is everyone?" He asked.

"Outside, Cole had a nightmare, Dad's with her," I said, well I technically wasn't lying.

"You gotta kiss me right now and make me forget, I just saw the most disgusting thing." I said with a laugh.

"What?" He asked, still lying on the couch and brushing his hand along my neck.

"Some old dude going at this young girl out on a car," I said with a grimace. Again, I wasn't technically lying, John was old... compared to us.

"Wow, you serious? Did Dad see?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I'm fairly certain he knows about it," I said with a grin. "Now… kiss me!" Dean grinned and leaned in to me, sliding his hand around the base of my neck.

A deep moan escaped from his throat as he pulled me against him, leaning in to the kiss. I ran my right arm over his side then up his back, sliding my hand under the t-shirt he was wearing so I could feel his bare skin under my hands. I groaned at the sensation, so acutely aware of how close he was to me.

Dean kissed me languidly, taking it slow and deep. I reached up to cup his face with my left hand, moaning at the taste of him, the feel of his lips as they traced along my own, his tongue sliding in to meet mine as we connected and caressed each other, drinking up every little sound that escaped our throats.

With a short groan, Dean sat up, continuing the kiss as he pulled me up beside him. He broke away long enough to settle me in his lap with my legs draped over his thighs while I leaned against the arm of the couch.

A soft yet calloused hand trailed the length of my bare legs, short bursts of electricity running along the skin of my outer thigh from the hem of my shorts and down to my knee. He teased the sensitive place under my knee and I giggled, ticklish. He smiled at my giggle and smoothed his hand further along my calves, down to my ankle, then stroked softly back along my leg. My breathing started to quicken, revelling as his touch caused my skin to raise in goosebumps. The simplest thing and he had me quivering beneath him.

I scooted further into his lap, feeling his arousal pressing below me. His skin was hot to the touch as I licked along his collarbone and up his neck, lingering my lips along his jawline, caressing his chin with my cheek, the stubble from today's growth only adding to the sensations that were threatening to engulf me. I felt my navel contract at the mere thought of him inside of me.

Reaching down I moved Dean's hand back to the hem of my shorts, moaning softly, guiding him where I knew he was hesitating to go, this was all so new to our relationship. I felt his hand start to slide under the fabric of my shorts, his fingers brushing along my inner thigh and I shivered in anticipation, moaning into his kisses. His thumb pressed up against my core, brushing along the material of my undies and I felt a gush of wetness spread out from me. I shifted, allowing him slightly better access as he broke away from the kiss, turning his attentions to sucking on the soft, tender skin in the crook of my neck.

He started to inch a finger inside of me, moaning when he found me wet and ready. I gasped with delight, arching up to meet his touch, leaning my head back against the arm of the couch while he slipped further inside me. He'd never taken things so far before, I found it intoxicating, years of wanting it, imagining it, and here it was. At the catch of my breath he plunged a second finger in, massaging me, thrusting with his touch and hitting that sweet spot within. I groaned loudly, feeling a soft wave of pleasure course through me and I arched against him. He dragged his fingers back out over my clit, sending a deep shudder down my body. I whimpered at the loss of contact.

Dean shifted, moving to kneel over me; sliding me down to lie on the couch, I looked up at him as he laid his body along mine. He kissed me again, his tongue meeting mine with an urgent fervour as his thigh slid in between my legs, his soft bare skin brushing warmly between me against my throbbing, aching centre. I could feel his arousal pressed firmly against my thigh and I moaned just thinking about it.

"Oh god," he said breathlessly, kissing my lips softly and hovering his mouth over mine. "We so don't have time for this," he complained, and I glanced over at the door. Just how long had John and Cole been?

I groaned, he was probably right. Damn it. However I wasn't ready to give up on our fun just yet and I slid my hand down into his shorts, grasping his erection firmly in my hand, delighting in the sounds it brought from him. His eyes dilated and he groaned, bucking against my attentions. I dragged my fingers along the underside of him, flicking my thumb across his tip, and he shuddered with pleasure, holding himself above me.

His fingers found their way back inside me and I struggled to focus, the sensations drawing me back into the pleasures of my own body. We forgot about the danger of being walked in on and succumbed to the moment, rocking against each other, drawing out the touches that had us quivering with sweet surrender.

I felt myself starting to peak and groaned into his shoulder as I kept one hand pumping him, my other arm I wrapped around his back, pulling him down to me. The shift in angles caused him to unbalance a little and he grabbed my side to reposition. I gasped a short painful breath as he pressed sharply against where I'd been impaled.

Dean froze, instantly aware of my discomfort.

"Sorry, uh sorry, are you okay?" He asked, pulling back immediately.

"Yeah, ow, it just hurt a little, I'm okay," I said to him, nodding. I had let go of him, just as he was now checking me over with his hands, our passions taking a back-seat in the wake of the pain that had shot through my side as he'd pushed on me. It was just as well because there was a rattle at the door and without any further warning Cole walked in with a self-satisfied look on her face, John right behind her.

"Uh, yeah," Dean said, shifting again to try and hide his level of arousal, which had fortunately fallen to a degree. "Yeah, it definitely looks pretty raw and red," he said, lifting my top slightly to peer at my wound, talking like this was the most normal thing in the world to walk into.

"Something wrong Bethie?" John asked, and I looked over at him, he seemed distracted, but he turned concerned eyes to me.

"Yeah, I mean, no, I just got this stabbing feeling all of a sudden, I thought maybe I'd pulled something in my sleep." I said with a shrug. Cole walked over to me with a smug look on her face, glancing between the two of us and leaning down to look at the wound. It gave Dean a chance to move back and sit at the other end of the couch.

She lifted my top to inspect the wound. "Everything looks okay, probably just some random nerve pain or something," she said dismissively, looking up at John. "Take two aspirin and call me in the morning," she chuckled.

I nodded and smiled, glancing over at Dean who was doing his best to appear unconcerned. "Well, I'm going to go back to bed, thanks for taking a look guys," I said, standing up from the couch with a grimace. I had no idea how I was going to get to sleep with the recent acts of teasing and play still fresh in my mind. I thought about a shower, but Dean beat me to it, taking some fresh clothes and a towel with him. I resigned myself to bed, trying to ignore the now uncomfortable feeling of my arousal seeping through the fabric of my undies and along my thigh. Damn.

I shook my head at Cole as she climbed back into bed with me, turning on to her side to once again resume staring at John as he took the other bed. I rolled my eyes at the pair, it was typical John with his secrets. He didn't say anything, for a long while, and then he glanced over at me as the shower in the bathroom shut off.

"Get some sleep girls," John said. "Tomorrow is bound to be big, I need you rested."

I watched as Dean came back out of the bathroom, freshly showered, a new t-shirt and some sweatpants on. I smiled at him and he threw me a grin when John wasn't looking. John rolled on to his side facing the other direction and Dean quickly leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"Good night," he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear, let alone anyone else. I smiled again and nodded, squeezing his hand before he went to the couch and settled in, closing his eyes and allowing sleep to claim him. Fortunately for me, sleep took me at the same time, so I wasn't left up all night fantasising about something I couldn't act on until a later date.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Song for this little snippet is: Closer by Ne-yo

I've unfortunately run out of time to get Bad Day at Black Rock completed before I go away for the weekend. So you'll have to wait until Tuesday/Wednesday for that. But I wanted to put something up at least, so you get the sneak peak into something that will be posted soon enough.

OK. Gotta run, I need a few hours sleep before my 4hr drive later this morning! Enjoy :) See you all after the weekend!