Chapter Ten

Dean was sitting at a small table near the back of the bar drinking a beer and contemplating the variety of ways he could kill a person. Not just any person. He was thinking specifically of the arrogant, annoying prick sitting across from him who continued to put his hands all over Leah.

They'd gotten back into town a few days earlier but Blake and Leah had been so exhausted they'd spent most of that time recuperating from the ordeal in the woods. Unfortunately, the jerk was well rested now and focusing all his renewed energy on Leah. One second the guy's hand was on her back, then her arm...if it went anywhere else he was going to lose that goddamned hand!

His attention shifted to Leah. She was looking at him over the top of her glass as she sipped her beer, but as soon as their eyes met, she quickly averted hers. Dean wasn't quite sure what her relationship was with the hunter. Although she wasn't doing anything to discourage Blake, she wasn't exactly encouraging him either. It was probably the one thing that kept him from knocking the guy unconscious again.

Sam, who had been watching his brother, knew it wouldn't be long before he was breaking up a fight between the two men. That was not how he wanted to spend his night. He decided to try and delay the inevitable.

"Hey Blake, how about shooting some pool?" he asked. "I hear you're pretty good."

Dean snorted at that, drawing everyone's attention.

"What, Winchester?" Blake asked. "You don't think I can play?"

Dean leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "I don't think much of you at all. It's just Sam shoots a mean game of pool himself. I doubt you can beat him."

Blake reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Why don't you put your money where that big mouth of yours is?" He pulled out a hundred dollar bill and threw it down on the table. "Hundred says I win."

Sam shot a nervous look over at Dean. He had no idea what his brother was doing. Dean was the pool shark, not him. "Dean..."

Dean held up his hand. "I know you're modest, Sammy, but there's no need to be." He threw some twenties down onto the table, matching the bet. He smiled at Blake. "One game's too short for that kind of money. Two out of three takes it."

"Fine. It's you're money, Winchester. Kiss it goodbye." Blake stood up. "Come on Sam. Game's on."

As Blake headed for the pool table, Sam grabbed Dean's arm. "What the hell are you doing, Dean? I can't beat him!"

Dean leaned in close. "Doesn't matter, dude." He tipped his head toward Leah. "Just drag it out as long as you can. I'll owe you big time."

Sam nodded and quietly said, "Right. Well, work fast okay? I'm not that good. Honestly." Pushing back from the table, he smiled at Leah. "Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it."

Leah laughed. "Good luck, Sam." She watched him join Blake, then realizing she was alone with Dean, quickly downed the rest of her beer.

Dean grabbed his drink and walked around the table, slipping into the chair Blake had vacated. Leah looked at him and shook her head. "You know Sam can't beat him."

He scooted over so that his leg was pressed against hers. Resting his arm along the back of her chair, he leaned into her, taking in the alluring scent of her perfume. "I know. I just wanted that asshole away from you. You don't belong with him."

Leah faced him. "Oh? And who do I belong with, Dean? You?"

He shrugged. "Well, since you brought it up..."

"No, you brought it up and you need to stop. Who I sleep with is none of your business!" She wasn't up to having this discussion with him, but he wasn't leaving her any choice.

"So you are sleeping with him?" Dean fumed. "I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch!"

He started to get up, but Leah yanked him back down. "Stop it, Dean! I didn't say I was sleeping with him. I just said it's none of your business if I am. Why are you doing this? What is it you want from me?"

He wanted to tell her, but not in some loud, rundown bar and not when she was so upset with him. "Let's go to my motel room."

Leah's eyes grew large and Dean immediately regretted blurting it out that way. He'd meant to talk, but by the shocked expression on her face that was definitely not what she was thinking. Surprise turned to rage and before he could explain himself, Leah's hand flew up. He felt the instant burn across his cheek as she slapped him with every ounce of anger she was feeling.

"You're such an ass!" She pushed her chair back and stood up. "I don't want to see you again before I leave town tomorrow, understand? Stay the hell away from me."

Dean slammed his fist into the table as he watched her leave the bar. "Brilliant, Dean! You stupid fuck, you blew it!"

He sat there for a minute and continued to curse himself for handling that so ineptly. Blake was still wrapped up in his game with Sam and hadn't seen their fight so at least he didn't have to worry about the guy running to comfort her. He couldn't leave things as they were, though. Whether she liked it or not, he was going to have to go to her room and work things out.

Leah paced around her small motel room as she thought about Dean. She shouldn't have been surprised that all he wanted from her was sex. In the short time they'd been together he'd already touched her more than she'd been touched in a very long time. Still, even if she wanted it as much as he did, it wasn't right. He breaks her heart with no real explanation, then shows up a year later and she's just supposed to fall into bed with him?

No. No matter how much her body ached for him she was not going to give in. Let him think she and Blake were sexually involved if he wanted. And if that drove him crazy, even better. She'd lain in bed night after night trying to push aside thoughts of him with other women. Let Dean experience that for a change. Hell, the man probably didn't care anyway. Why would he? That would be jealousy and Dean wasn't jealous.

Leah absently began removing her clothing as she pondered that. Could he be jealous? No, that was merely wishful thinking on her part. After all that time separated, Dean probably felt nothing more than sexual attraction. After all, the sex had been spectacular so it was normal for him to still want it. She certainly did. But jealousy? That would mean he cared for her and that wasn't possible.

She stopped to take off her jeans and panties, then tossed them into the pile with the rest of her things. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she wrapped it around her body before sweeping her hair up with a large clip. She knew a hot shower would do nothing to ease the sexual tension that had been building within her since Dean's arrival, but she was too wound up to sleep.

She was about to step into the bathroom, when she heard the doorknob to her room rattle. Her gun was near the bed, but as she started for it, the door swung open and Dean walked in.

"What the hell? Dean, where do you get off breaking into my room? Get out!" she demanded.

Dean turned around and Leah thought he was actually going to listen to her for once. But instead of leaving, he pushed the door closed and chained it. Then he spun around and leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Bath time. Do I have good timing or what?" All of Dean's good intentions seemed to have disappeared when he saw Leah standing before him in nothing but a towel.

Leah sighed. The man was incorrigible. She could scream and yell at him, but it wasn't going to get her anywhere. Maybe it was time to try a new tactic and play his game. Walking forward, her hips swinging gently from side to side, Leah pulled the clip from her hair. She shook her head slightly, allowing the long dark mass to float loosely around her shoulders.

Continuing to advance on him, her hands went to the top of her towel. She pulled it open, letting it drop to the floor as she came to a stop directly in front of Dean. Standing before him completely naked, she rested her hands casually on her hips and waited while his eyes devoured her.

When those green eyes finally settled on her face, she could see how much he wanted her. His breathing was labored and his hands were clenched into tight fists. Leah's chin raised up a notch as she stared at him. "Is this what you want, Dean?"

Dean wasn't sure he could even speak. "Leah." It was all he could manage and it was a hoarse whisper.

Her hands slid onto her stomach and eased up until they cupped her breasts. His eyes were glued to her slender hands, watching them move sensually over her own body. She pinched her nipples and Dean emitted a low growl. "Is this what you want to do to me?" she asked.

It seemed to take an eternity, but finally he managed another word. "Yes." His body was burning up and he knew if he didn't have her, he would simply burst into flames right on the spot. His hands reached out for her but she took a step back.

"Sorry, baby. This isn't for you anymore. Now get out and don't come back." She turned and walked to the vanity. Standing before the large mirror, she could see that he was still by the door, but he didn't remain there long.

Dean came up behind her and they stood there for a moment staring into the mirror, not speaking nor touching. Leah wasn't sure what she was going to do. She wanted to turn him away so he couldn't hurt her again, but at the same time she wanted to feel him buried deep inside of her.

He didn't give her time to think about it. His hands slid onto her waist and crept slowly up her sides. She shivered, reveling in their warmth and the slight roughness of his calluses. Her breath caught when they stopped just below her aching breasts. She wanted to scream at him to keep going, but she wasn't about to beg the man for what she so desperately needed.

As they watched each other in the mirror, Dean's full, soft lips found her shoulder, sliding along it with a mixture of light kisses and gentle nips until they reached the base of her throat. His tongue caressed her skin and mercifully, his hands inched upward to capture her breasts.

A moan escaped her and she closed her eyes, letting the pleasure of the sensations he conjured swirl around and through her. His hands slowly massaged the soft mounds, stroking their fullness, driving Leah so close to the edge she found herself grasping at his thighs in a feeble attempt to keep herself from falling too soon.

His left hand drifted down her belly, his fingertips stopping at the gentle rise of her mound while his lips climbed up along her throat. Pressing a soft kiss to her ear he whispered into it, "Open your eyes, Leah."

She obeyed, and the sight of his hands on her naked body sent a surge of excitement rippling through her. She watched his fingers dip lower, easing between her legs.

"Open up for me, baby. Let me inside you." he whispered.

Again she complied, widening her stance so his long fingers could slip in between her thighs. He rubbed over her, teasing at first, then tormenting as she burned to feel them drive into her.

"Damn you, Winchester!" she breathed out. Her body was trembling with its need for fulfillment.

"This what you want?" His right hand plucked at her nipple while his left found her swollen clit.

Leah's body jerked and she cried out. She was so close, too close. He began to rub his thumb over her as he circled her opening, then plunged two fingers up inside. She immediately tightened around him.

"That's it, baby." He felt her relax and he pulled his fingers out. "Come for me." Then thrust them deeply in.

As he drove into her over and over again, Leah moaned and let go. The sound of his heavy breathing in her ear, the thrill of watching in the mirror as he took her so incredibly high with just his hands sent her spiraling out of control. His name flew from her lips as she peaked, delicious spasms of extreme pleasure rolling through her body, wave after glorious wave.

As the storm subsided and her body relaxed against his, Dean eased out of her and turned her to face him. He kissed her softly at first, keeping his passion in check, letting it build gradually in its intensity. He felt her hands tug at his shirt and he dragged himself away so he could pull it off.

Leah began to push him back toward the bed and he continued to work at his clothing. By the time the back of his legs brushed the edge of it, he had his pants undone and just managed to shove them, along with his briefs down before Leah's hands gripped his shoulders and forced him to sit.

She straddled his lap, feeling his hard cock pressed against her stomach, her mouth savagely working his. They started to roll to the side, but Dean's legs were bound by his pants.

"Pants." he mumbled against her lips.

"Take them off." Leah reluctantly let go of him so he could sit back up. She watched him struggle for a minute before sitting up, too. "Hurry Dean." she urged.

He was trying, but the damn things wouldn't come off. "Shit! Boots!"

Leah groaned, vocalizing both their frustration. She slid off the bed and began to untie one of his shoes while he worked on the other. Finishing first, Leah yanked off the boot, tossed it aside and climbed onto the bed. She started pressing kisses along Dean's back while one hand snaked around to grasp his cock.

"Jesus!" Dean fumbled with the laces, but they weren't cooperating. He knew he'd better get the damned thing undone soon or he wasn't gonna make it. She was stroking him and he was starting to spill into her hand. He tried to think of something else, anything, but that just made it more difficult to get the laces untied.

He was about to lose it when they finally separated and he was able to loosen them enough to remove the stubborn boot. Kicking off his pants and briefs, Dean turned and shoved Leah onto her back and thrust into her, hard and deep.

Leah's arms were wrapped around his neck, but he pulled one free so he could thread their fingers together. Squeezing her hand he began to move within her. She lifted her hips, meeting each of his powerful thrusts and they moved together with an urgent, but steady rhythm. Their rhythm. One that no amount of time apart could ever change.

His mouth hovered above hers. He could feel her soft rapid breaths on his lips as the tension built within her and he fought to hold on. As he drove his throbbing cock into her again and again, her body tightened. She began to moan and when he felt her release he let go, pouring himself into her until his body was spent.

An eternity later, Dean lifted his head. Leah's large brown eyes opened and he knew. She still loved him. This was gonna work. He was gonna get a second chance.

TBC

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