It was before sunrise when Eva woke up with her limbs tangled with Dean's. She smiled at his hair sticking up in all directions and stifled a giggle at his light snoring. It was one of the things she had grown to love about sleeping with him over the past few weeks. She carefully maneuvered from his arms and left him to sleep, going to her own room to get the necessities she needed before slipping into the shower before the boys awoke. She undressed carefully, still nursing the wounds Dean had fixed for her 2 weeks earlier (they were mostly healed now, but were still tender in the places closest to her spine) then turned the water on and slipped inside, allowing the water to wash over her hair and body. She hummed "Stairway to Heaven" to herself as she reached for the bottle of shampoo, but stopped abruptly when she saw the shadow through the frosted glass of the shower stall.
"Hey it's occupied," she said out loud, assuming Sam had awoken early for his morning run.
"I know," Dean responded sleepily. His voice was like music to her ears most of the time, but this was her favorite tone.
"What are you doing awake?"
"Your phone was ringing," he paused for a moment.
"Sorry, forgot to turn the ringer off last night…are you ok?"
"I'm good," he replied, then opened the shower door and got in behind her.
"You gonna help me wash my hair?" Eva grinned and turned to face him. He flashed her a dopey smile then wrapped his large arms around her, pressing his soft lips to the curve of her neck. "Guess not," she breathed, feeling his length harden against her body. She reached down and caressed him gently, as he nibbled, sucked, and kissed her neck and shoulders, attempting to stifle the groans from each gentle squeeze she gave him while she moved her hand over his throbbing member in fluid motion.
"If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum," he moaned into her ear.
"Well we can't have that," she replied, biting his bottom lip. Water poured over the two of them as she guided his hand toward her opening. Dean pressed two digits inside of her, and proceeded to roll her clit between his fingers. She shuddered with pleasure with each touch, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Eva kissed him roughly as he withdrew his fingers and picked her up with ease, hands firmly on her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Dean pressed her against the cold tiles of the shower stall, penetrating her swiftly. Eva moaned in both pain and pleasure at the sensation pressing against her back as she clenched her inner walls around him, pulling him in even deeper.
"God you're sexy," he groaned as he pulled out almost completely, slamming her back against the wall with full force. She cried out and shivered against him as she circled her hips matching his movement so the two were in sync, gripping his back tightly and digging her nails into his tanned skin, tightening herself around him once more.
"I'm almost there," she moaned, freeing one hand from his back, and reaching down to assist, touching herself just enough to move things along so that they could climax together. Dean groaned, slowing his pace but thrusting harder and deeper. He sputtered a moan and buried his face in her neck as he came hard inside of her. Eva moved a hand to the back of his head, lacing her fingers through his short, wet hair and screamed, her orgasm overtaking her for a few moments, nearly making her delirious. They kissed for a few moments before carefully detaching themselves from one another and washing themselves clean.
Once the suds from all of the soap and shampoo had cleared, Dean wrapped his arms around Eva once more under the warm water. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, then looked to the face resting on her left shoulder.
"I love this, you know," he muttered softly.
"Shower sex?" She grinned. Dean chuckled softly and turned her to face him.
"Just…this. I can talk to you about hunting stuff or just music or cars or just whatever and then after we do dirty stuff and it's awesome," he grinned.
"I know what you mean," she reached back to shut the water off before pulling him out of the stall then handed him a towel.
"Yeah?" he wrapped the towel around his waist.
"Yeah," she smiled and dried off quickly before getting dressed.
"You know you don't have to get dressed in the bathroom," he kissed her cheek, then grabbed the damp towel off the floor and ventured back to his room for clean clothes with Eva in tow.
"I know, but I don't like surprise visitors while I'm naked," she grinned.
"True," he laughed and shook his head thinking of the awkward angel. Eva shook her head with a laugh and ran a comb through her hair.
"Do you think Sam found anything last night?" she asked softly, following Dean to the kitchen. He tensed slightly at the question.
"I dunno, it's possible…there's a lot of stuff to go through here."
"Actually Cas found something," Sam's voice boomed from behind them. He walked to the fridge to pour himself a glass of orange juice before speaking again.
"Well? Dammit Sammy, spit it out!" Dean demanded. Eva chewed her lip, bracing herself for the news.
"Cas said there were only 2 options if you're trying to bind someone to hell," he hesitated for a moment. Dean's eyes pleaded with him for good news.
"And?"
"Well…the only way it'll work is if your soul is earmarked for a one way trip to hell, or if we can summon Death and convince him to do it." Sam braced himself for the small fit of rage from Dean.
"Okay, so how do we summon Death?" Eva asked, looking at the two brothers.
"We can't," Dean shook his head as his hands balled up into fists.
"What do you mean we can't?" Eva narrowed her eyes at the eldest Winchester, demanding an explanation.
"We've done it before, and frankly I think he's done with us after all the crap we've pulled," Sam replied.
"So we aren't even going to try." Eva snapped, her tone sounding more and more angry.
"C'mon Sammy, we haven't put the guy through that much crap," Dean stared down at his shoes, knowing full well he wasn't being completely honest with himself.
"What happens if we summon Death, Dean and he tells us to blow it out our ass?" Sam shot at his brother.
"Well then I guess I go with Crowley and bind him to hell myself. At least one good thing can come out of all this bullshit. Now will you two quit bantering like a married couple and get on it? If I've got a limited amount of time I'd like to get some shit done." Eva piped in. At 5'3" she was tiny compared to the two men but made sure she was heard.
"Yes ma'am," Dean replied sheepishly then grinned at Sam. "You got in trouble."
"Shut up, Dean."
"You shut up!"
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Morons. I'm dealing with morons," Eva shook her head and left the kitchen with a packet of Poptarts and headed to the library.
"Where are you going?!" Dean called after her.
"To summon Death!"
