(Warning: Graphic sexual content)
"Dean…" Sam repeated slowly, removing himself from Lory and presenting his palms.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Dean roared as he charged Sam head-on into the bedside lamp.
"Dean, stop it!" Lory screamed helplessly from atop the bed.
The brothers scuffled for several minutes, one simply trying to gain dominance over the other in vain, but where Sam began to wear down, Dean's rage would not allow him to. The older brother gained the best of the younger, bending him backward over the glass-covered bedside table, strangling Sam, and almost as red-in-the-face as he.
"Dean! Please, let him go!"
But it was as if her pleas spurred him on. He wailed into Sam's face with his right fist, over and over, as he held him by his collar.
"Don't you- ever- touch her- you fucking- cock-sucking- prick-"
Sam landed a knee into Dean's stomach and flipped atop him, his giant hands wrapping around his throat.
"YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE HER!" Sam growled, shaking Dean so his head flopped like a rag doll's.
"STOP IT!" Lory screamed from the bed. "STOP IT RIGHT NOW!"
Dean launched a wad of spit into Sam's right eye, catching him with an uppercut, but Sam recoiled and kicked him in the bloody patch on his thigh.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Dean cried out, clenching his leg. Sam seized the opportunity to stand and kick him in the side of the head. Dean rolled before the second blow and punched Sam in the back of the knee, causing him to buckle. He leaped on top of him, hands around his neck once more.
"YOU'RE GONNA KILL EACHOTHER!" she screamed, panicking, eyes darting between the men and the doors, wondering if she should go get help.
"DAMN RIGHT I'M GONNA KILL THIS FUCKER, LORY!"
Sam reached up, grasping Dean's throat with equal intent. They rolled, Sam on top, but Dean's drunken madness still augmented his strength. Every vein in his face and hands stood at full attention as Sam's eyes began to bulge and water.
"Dean!"
Sam released his grip to go for the knife on the dresser.
"SAM, NO!"
As he brought it down, Lory leaped off the bed, and they rolled together, the force of both their weights propelling them into the wall- Lory's head into the wall. A long gash up her thigh leaked blood onto her light-colored jeans. She moaned, her head lolling groggily.
"LORY!" both Sam and Dean exclaimed.
Sam was the closer of the two and was the first to lay a remorseful hand on her face, but no sooner, Dean ripped him away and replaced him.
"Sweetheart?" Dean whispered softly, stroking her hair back and lightly tapping her cheeks, "Don't fall asleep, baby, okay? Keep those pretty eyes open for me."
She moaned distantly, "Mmhmmm…" but they began to flutter close all the same.
"Stay with me, sweetie."
"Lory…" Sam tried to approach again, but Dean whipped his head around and bellowed dangerously.
"You won yourself a head start, boy, and I suggest you take it."
The night's events were enough to sober Dean almost completely. The sutures on Lory's thigh were flawless. It pained him every time he had to stick the needle through her tender skin but at least, unconscious, she couldn't feel a thing. There was a minimal amount of stirring before she opened her eyes. Hovering over her was Dean. He was battered, but he was Dean. She took a look around the equally-conditioned motel room and sighed.
"I was hoping that was all a bad coma-dream…"
Dean smirked and shook his head, never taking his eyes off her.
"I was so worried about you…" he whispered softly, stroking the back of his hand down the side of her face.
"I'm fine," she replied through clearing her throat.
He smiled.
"Good."
She smiled back.
"My head hurts like hell, though. And my leg-" she was about to crane her neck downward to assess the damage, but Dean gently eased her back.
"Looking at it will make it hurt worse. And you've got some bruising on your ribs, too, so lay back."
As Dean said it, Lory felt it. She nodded obediently and there was a long silence.
"Babe, you know that wasn't what it looked like with Sam and me-"
"No, it's okay, really-"
"Dean, I would never do anything to-"
"I wouldn't blame you. I mean, I would have deserved it."
Lory cupped his stubbled cheeks gently and stared straight into his slowly watering green eyes.
"I don't care how much you would have deserved it. I would never."
He kissed her forehead.
"I know, baby. I know it wasn't your fault."
"Don't be too mad at Sam either-"
"Let's just- shh."
He placed two fingers over her lips, silencing her before stroking them into a soft smile with his thumb. It suddenly came to Lory that she was wearing no pants. She looked down at her bare legs, and just as Dean said, the ugly wound began to smart more intensely.
"Ahh!"
"Told you so. Let me find you a bandage…"
The silence was sustained as Dean rummaged through one of his bags impatiently. As he wound it around her once, she blurted the thought that had been reeling in her mind since Sam kissed her earlier that night.
"Dean… I'm leaving."
He scoffed a bit a first, waiting for her to laugh or crack a smile. Something. Her face was stoic.
"What? You can't be serious."
"I am, baby… Maybe I could stay with Bobby and help you guys over the phone, like he does, and drive up whenever you need me-"
His old words came back to haunt him.
"What? No! Lory, that's ridiculous! Your place is here with us-"
"What 'us', Dean? You and Sam almost took each other's heads off!"
"With me, then," he whispered, clasping her hands desperately.
"You and Sam as a team are far more valuable to the world than me and you as a couple. I'm sorry to have to say it, but we can't have both. I realize that now. I'm the rift between you two. And you have no idea how much this hurts me, but…"
His voice was gruff, desperate, pleading, yet final.
"No. No, Lory. No."
"He's your brother… He was long before I came along and will be long after I'm gone."
Dean stifled a choking sound in his throat, his eyes began to burn but so help him, he would hold them open until the tears dried up. He swore that he would fight for her not even three hours ago, and that's what he intended to do.
"I will always love you, Dean Winchester…"
"No. Lory, don't give me that. Don't you dare tell me you're gonna walk out on me. Do you have the slightest idea what that will do to me? You're all I have left!"
He was barking now.
"You'll have Sam. Once I'm gone."
"Sam? To hell with Sam!"
"You don't mean that-"
"Don't I? After what he tried to do tonight? God knows how long he's been plotting it."
"That's beside the point. I've made up my mind. The fate of the world versus our happiness…" she smiled ruefully.
Dean glared defiantly.
"And what the hell makes you think I'll want to fight after you've left me?"
"Because you're better than that and you would never be that selfish," she challenged.
"You're right," he relented, "but that doesn't mean a goddamn thing. I'm not letting you go," he whispered earnestly. He leaned in real close, his eyes drilling tunnels into hers, his breath smelling sweetly of whiskey and chewing gum. She could see every freckle on his face, every short little hair, every speck of light reflected in his eyes. "I've given up a goddamn lot for Sam. See, I raised him when I still needed raising myself. I was more of a dad to him than our dad ever was. All his life, I've protected him- killed for him, died for him- Hell, I gave up my soul for him! And even though I'm pretty fuckin' pissed at him right now, hell, I'd do all that crazy shit all over again, as many times as I needed to. But the one thing I will not- can not give up for him, Lory, is you. Because all that stuff I've gone through- doin' it a thousand times over could never compare to what it would be like losing you."
She could almost feel her heart break as his lips trembled and his eyes shined even brighter.
"Dean…" was all Lory could bring herself to say in a faint whisper.
Every question she ever had about the way he felt about her was suddenly washed away by the slow stream of tears that ran down his face. She released a several of her own through a gentle smile. Dean grabbed Lory close to him and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Don't leave me, baby… Please…"
"I won't," she whispered back. "I promise, I won't ever leave you, baby. I love you."
He inhaled her deeply.
"I love you too, baby. So much. So, so much."
His lips moved gently but passionately across her neck, kissing, nuzzling, sucking, licking, biting, all through which, he moaned over and over again, "I love you."
His fingertips roved her back, neck, her still throbbing sides and thighs and she moaned, wishing she were wearing pants.
Sucking her collarbone, Dean moaned, "Mmmm, your skin tastes like honey," starting to feel drunk again.
Dean laid her completely back on the bed and situated himself atop her, keeping his weight on his forearms at either side of her. He paused, smiling down at her, waiting for an objection. All he received was a smile in return. His hands gently stroked back her hair as his sweet smile faded into something… else. Something deep…hungry…
"I can be so gentle baby…" he whispered pleadingly, "I can make you feel like you're flying…"
The submission and desperation of his tone…the way his breath tickled her skin…the way his fingertips grazed her shoulders… She trembled. She could no longer feel her wounds, yet she ached. And throbbed.
He kissed her deeply. His fingertips were electric.
"Mmm… Mmhmmm…" is all she could say in response as her tongue danced along and inside his lips.
"Is that what you want, baby?"
Their eyes locked for a moment and she bit her lip, nodding slowly.
"Are you sure?" he asked tentatively.
She smiled and nodded again. Dean grinned, stroking her hair once more.
"Do you trust me?"
"With my life," she affirmed immediately, "and my heart."
He sat back, slowly raising up her shirt.
"How about with your body?"
Lory's breath caught in her throat and trembled. She nodded, eyes closed.
Dean's lips moved to the base of the ugly scar that traversed the left side of her soft belly- a scar she bore for him. He kissed it. He kissed it again. Slowly. Gently. Moving further up. His lips trailed over to her navel. His tongue dipped inside playfully. Lory giggle and sobered.
"Do you trust me with this?"
They both giggled softly and she nodded her head again.
"Mmhmm," looking down at him and stroking his hair.
Dean's soft, full lips traced the waistline of her modest blue briefs, his tongue flitting just above the elastic. He inhaled deeply. He could smell her arousal through her dampening panties. Lory's entire body trembled and she let out a throaty moan, grabbing Dean's hair out of reflex. He emitted a deep laugh.
"Sorry," she giggled sheepishly.
"For what?" he asked, planting a kiss on her belly-button, "I want you to enjoy yourself completely. Just relax, baby… You never have to be sorry with me."
Dean's eyes traveled up to meet Lory's and they both smiled, struck by each other for a long moment. It took Lory a few seconds to register Dean's fingertips feathering up her inner thigh as his eyes remained locked with hers. He lowered his head, slowly, never removing his entrancing gaze, until finally, his lips touched her panty-covered mound.
"Ungh!" Lory groaned, her hips bucking up to meet his lips.
He smiled once more, before closing his eyes and softly inhaling her scent again, this time, noticeably.
"Mmmm…" he sighed, planting a kiss on her inner thigh.
Lory gulped, a familiar wavering feeling in her stomach.
"Dean…"
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, praying she didn't.
She shook her head and he smiled softly.
"Good. Just relax. Let yourself feel it. Enjoy it…" he purred, tracing slow circles around her knees, "Let me please you…" His lips suctioned around the wet spot in the center of her panties. "Let me taste you, baby… Mmm…"
Lory's legs trembled and her stomach.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh God…
Mmmm… yes…
Dean's fingertips flitted along Lory's sides as he kissed between her thighs as softly and lovingly as he would her mouth. Her eyes snapped shut, trying to keep the room from spinning. She could hear neither herself nor Dean moaning. All that was there was the soft pounding in her head. She could feel her heartbeat in her temples. Then it stopped.
Dean paused, fingers locked in her waistband. His wide eyes looked questioningly up at her.
"Can I..?"
Lory nodded rapidly, through trembling breath, "Take them off."
Dean was slightly surprised but undoubtedly pleased by her eager consent.
It seemed as though all her inhibitions had been long gone by then, and all that was left in her was the desire she had held onto for…forever.
The dreams…The first time we met… The ice cream… When he held me down… Every time he touched me… Oh God, I want him.
"I want you," she breathed listlessly.
Dean moaned into her thigh. Her panties were on the floor and his mouth was rapidly traveling up her leg, past her fresh bandage, up to the junction where her limb met her trunk, and then…
"OH GOD!"
His tongue traced her cleft, resting on her sweet spot and pulsing on it.
"Mmm, God…" he moaned as if he were feeling what she was.
Yes… Yes… finally…
Finally! Oh, God!
So sweet…
So good…
Dean growled, hooking his arms around her thighs, burying himself in her, losing himself in her moans, her taste, her scent- the way he could feel her pulse beneath his tongue. He wanted to fit all of her inside his mouth. He wanted to pleasure every part of her at once. He wanted her to…
"Cum, baby…" he begged in between fervent kisses and laps.
Lory's upper half was thrashing about on the bed, her lower held firmly in place by her lover. The only coherent thought that passed through her mind was Christ, this is so much better than I imagined!
"Come on, baby," he urged as she whined and writhed, "I want it."
For a second it felt as though his tongue were two places at once, but Lory realized that it was Dean's finger that gently tickled her entrance while his mouth suckled her. For a brief moment, they both opened their eyes, and found themselves looking at each other.
Dean whispered, "I love you," before doubling his efforts.
Lory replied, "I love you, too. God, I love you! I love you! I- ahhh!"
Lory's eyes snapped shut as her body thrashed and her legs flexed across Dean's shoulders, and her toes dug softly into his back. She thought she might be close to dying, but the last time felt nothing like this. Every point where Dean's skin met hers tingled, and the places he touched with his mouth almost burned. For a long while, all she could do was moan and twitch as he held her.
She felt his lips upon her forehead.
"I love you. More than anything."
The words rumbled through his chest and she could feel them as well as hear them. She smiled up at him.
"I know, baby. I know."