Title: Wicked Things
Rating: MA for sex and violence
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, nor Dean and Sam. Don't sue, I have no money.
Summary: Dean and Sam end up in Salem chasing down a werewolf. Kind of an AU, since the werewolf mythos in this story is different than in Heart.
Chapter 2: Big time gratuitous smut warning! But I promise it ties into the story...
Wicked Things
Chapter 2
She tossed and turned in her bed, unable to think of anything except him.
He has to kill you, not fuck you. She thought to herself. But she felt like something else was pushing her towards that end. She had been led this far, and wanted guidance. That was why she had called on her ancestors, but the only answer she received was a long, drawn out moan coming from the fireplace. That wasn't much help at all.
Selina shut her eyes, seeing Dean down the hall in his four poster bed, jeans slung low on his hips, his muscled torso bare. He was tossing and turning in his sleep, restless. She could see the bulge in his jeans, and felt herself flush. His dark eyes sprung open, and he sat up, looking around. It was like he knew she was there. No one could sense her when she spied on them astrally, how could he?
In a daze she rolled out of bed and threw on her robe. She walked quietly down the hallway, and pushed his bedroom door open. He was already standing by the door, as if he knew she were coming.
Dean groaned, seeing her robe's belt falling open on its own, revealing the soft curves of her breasts, the slight curve of her belly, full hips...his move towards her was quick and cat-like, grabbing her shoulders and kissing her mouth hard, slamming the door shut and pressing her back to it.
Selina returned his kiss, pressing herself to him, letting his tongue explore her mouth, then her neck. He grasped her thighs, pulling them up and around his waist. She moaned low in her throat as he pressed the hardness of his groin against her, the rough denim scraping the softness between her thighs. His hands were under her buttocks, thrusting against her, simulating what he truly wanted to do.
He was drowning in her scent, and her taste. Her hands moved down his back, nails digging in as he thrust against her. Dean wanted to feel her, to be inside her and claim her as his own. He hadn't ever felt a need like this, hadn't ever felt so possessed by a woman before. He swung around, holding Selina to him, and laid her on the bed. Her silver eyes were hooded with passion as she watched him strip off his jeans and boxers.
She pulled him down on top of her, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Dean groaned low in his throat as she opened her thighs, thrusting upwards with her hips, finding what she wanted. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. Selina bit her lower lip and nodded, and he pushed himself into her, sliding home.
Home...that was what she felt like. It was like he finally came home.
All thought was silenced as they moved into the primal rhythm. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they moved together, already knowing one another's bodies and where to touch to achieve the most pleasure. Selina's hands were on his hips, pulling him into her faster and faster, driving harder and deeper each time. Dean dipped his head, capturing her mouth as they spiralled out of control, the kiss smothering their cries of mutual pleasure.
Dean sat up, covered in sweat, gasping. "What the hell..." His voice trailed off, eyes trying to focus in the dark. That was the most real dream he had ever had. Never mind the fact that it was the sexiest. It even surpassed that one about the blonde triplets.
"You dreamt it too." Selina was beside the bed, black robe tied tightly at the waist. Her face was pale and drawn.
"Yeah." He looked at her, knowing there was no point in lying. He wiped a hand over his face, finding it slick with sweat. His heart was still racing, and all he could think of was how she looked in that dream. Auburn hair spread on the pillow, soft skin damp with sweat, breasts heaving with her heavy breaths.
"Stop." Her voice was low. "Just stop, Dean."
He shook his head, turning so his feet touched the floor, and he faced Selina. She stepped back, but he grasped her hips, pulling her closer. "I can't." He pressed his face into her silk covered belly, breathing in her scent. The dream had affected her as much as it had affected him. He could smell her musky sweetness. His arousal was back with a vengeance. "I won't." The huskiness of his voice sent shivers down her spine.
Selina tried to step back and twist herself free of his grasp, but he had her tight. He nuzzled her belly with his nose, inhaling her scent. Opening her robe, he kissed her flesh right beside the bite mark. He traced it with his fingertip, feeling her shiver under his touch. She had been right, it was nearly healed.
She grabbed his hand, moving it away from her. "Dean, I'm serious-" She gasped, feeling his lips at her hip, his tongue tracing a path to the juncture of her thighs. She was having trouble concentrating. Mustering up all her will, she shoved him away, sending him sprawling on the bed.
"What the hell!" Dean looked up at her, stunned.
Selina was pacing. "You have to kill me, Dean. In twenty eight days, you have to kill me. If we do this, it will only be that much harder." She faced him, jaw set. "We aren't doing this. We can't do this."
"We'll find a way to cure you," He sat up, staring at her intently. "We'll find a way to fix it-"
"There is no way to fix it, Dean. You know that." She stepped towards the door, hand on the knob. "Just do your job, and leave me be."
The door clicked shut behind her, and he put his head in his hands. "Well, this sucks out loud," he groaned.