Why 3

A/N: This takes place in season three between 3x7 Fresh Blood and 3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me.

"Why? Why? Why does this happen to me?" Dean grumped as he looked down at Bella Talbot, who he was currently bound to.

"You think I am enjoying this, Dean?" She snapped. "Where is Sam? Isn't he supposed to save your ass in these situations?"

"Well he has to know my ass is in trouble and where to find it." Dean grumbled. "Look, can you just shut the hell up? Your yapping is ruining my peaceful abducted by witches time."

'Why me?' He knew how he came to be in this predicament. He and Sam were looking for a cursed object. Sam gave him some leads to track down while he hit the books for a possible reversal. Bella was in town to steal said cursed object. As their paths crossed, she destroyed his phone and disabled his car ten miles from town. He'd stolen her gun, thrown her keys into a pond and removed her phone's battery. He was walking back to town and accepted a ride from a few nice looking old ladies who turned out to be part of the coven he was after. They mistakenly thought Bella was his partner since she showed up right as he was trying to get away. Now, they were tied together, facing one another with their hands tied behind the other's back. If she wasn't an evil bitch, he would've loved being bound to her like this. For good measure the witches lowered them into an old well. They were promised they would be let out in 30 hours; the age reversal spell curse was only temporary, and everyone would go back to normal.

He asked the universe 'Why me? Why?' again as he drifted to sleep. He remembered a 'serious manly talk' he'd had with Sammy years before…

XXXXX

"Dean! For God's sake! Wake up you bloody dick!"

"Only a dick would badger a woman for a blowjob…"

"DEAN WINCHESTER! WAKE UP!"

"Whmph? What the? Oh God! I woke up and I'm still in a nightmare!"

"You talk in your sleep. What were you dreaming about? You were gibbering on about oral sex and… knowing why."

"I'm not talkin' to you."

"Dean I can't sleep because you talk more when you're asleep than awake; if you don't talk to me, I'll talk at you and keep you awake." She smiled "So, why what?"

"S'dumb. Somethin' I learned and tried to teach Sammy years ago, he was about fifteen, I think."

"You were talking about oral sex." She didn't say it like a question, but her eyebrow raised and she was waiting for elaboration.

With a defeated sigh Dean decided he might as well let her have her fun. "OK, so Regarding oral sex there are four kinds of people…"

"Yeah, I know." She smiled and recited the list to him.

Will not do it

Don't like it, but will do it; only in a relationship, as infrequently as possible and only out of guilt

Don't like it, but will do it; only in a relationship, not too frequently, but genuinely want to please their partner

Love to do it. No restrictions. Would do it as much as partner allowed.

"Dean, how does 'why?' fit in?"

"If ya'd shuddup, I'd tell ya. It's about knowing yourself. If you're in group two or three, you need to know why just to get the group right. If you're in group four, you should know your motivation for liking to give head. You'll be better at it and enjoy doin' it even more. If you're on the receivin' end knowin' why you like it'll make gettin' it more fun too."

"Isn't 'why' you like it rather obvious?"

"Not why you like it physically; why emotionally or mentally." He huffed at her and stated flatly "You have to look into your soul, sorry you can't play since ya' don't have the equipment."

"Right. So how about you tell me your why then?"

"No."

Bella started to wiggle against him and breath heavily against his neck "Dean talk to me about blowjobs and eating pussy" she purred.

"Stop it, stop it now you cow!"

There was more wiggling and she added in hip grinding. Her voice became low and breathy "Uh-oh… it seems he wants to talk about sucking and licking and-"

"No he doesn't! He can't tell you're an evil thieving bitch."

"Who wants to talk about nibbling and licking and sucking…" She wiggled and thrust her hips into him again; Dean was totally hard.

"Stop! OK, stop and I'll tell you my 'whys', deal?"

"Deal. Tell me why you love blowjobs." She said with smug inflection.

"Who said I do?"

"You mean you're not in group four?"

"Not as a general rule, no."

"Ok why don't you like blowjobs?"

"I don't want a woman on her knees, I want worship her. I generally spend one night and go a few rounds with a woman and never see her again. Getting' a blowjob takes away time that I could be spendin' on her; makin' sure she'll never forget me. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. For those few hours that woman is the most amazing, awesome thing in my universe and she's gonna know it, feel it all over. Every woman I'm with she understands she's been worshiped. Totally drained physically; out of breath, out of energy, out of bodily fluids. I made sure every inch of her is appreciated and will always feel that way after I'm long gone. I don't usually get that kind of satisfaction or gratification out of having my cock sucked…"

"Usually? Is there an exception?" Her breath seemed to hitch.

"There is a certain rare type of woman; I'll always say yes if she offers…"

"Do tell." Her eyes were wide as she craned to look him in the face.

"A woman like… well, you. Arrogant and snide, makes me wanna shoot her or, at least punch her to shut her up. A woman with a voracious ego; her lady-balls are twice the size of most men's. You don't fuck with her, figuratively speaking… A woman like that, like you, if she's also one that loves to give head, she does it because she knows she's awesome at it. She knows I'll remember her lips, her tongue forever… She's not a notch on my belt, I'm one on hers… I'd never ask any woman, especially that woman, for a blowjob, but if she offers… I say yes every time."

"Well then, that's a bit of information I'll store for later."

"I said like you, not you. I don't go for evil bitches that would rather sell somethin' that hurts people than stop people from gettin' hurt."

"Still…" She smiled slyly "What about… Do you, Dean Winchester, dine at the Y?"

"I'd think that would be obvious with what I've been sayin'. My 'why I go down' is simple. I want to experience all a woman has to offer. Frankly, cum on your face is a way higher rush than cum on your balls. I worship every inch of every woman's body. I make sure she comes at least once from my tongue alone, provided she wants oral. I've been told time and again that not many one-night stand guys will eat a woman out. I can't imagine that they're all in groups one to three… I think they are just looking to get a quick one done and not worship like I do."

"What if the woman you're with isn't into receiving oral?" She asked, her eyes fixated on his mouth.

"Women willing to take a stranger home or go back to a cheap motel are usually not the 'no oral ever' gals. But most of the group two or three ladies are usually self-conscious more than anything; so I ease into it. Once she's naked, I caress her whole body. It's part of the worship service… I kiss, lick, nibble and suck all over and get her really wanting something in her pussy. I make sure to keep eye contact and those timid ones are usually the ones who ask for more. Of course there have been a few that refused and I just put my tongue to work elsewhere."

"So, you always go for it and only stop if they stop you." She was breathing harder and he could feel her pulse quicken.

"Not always. I never try to go down on one of those strong women, like you."

"Really? Why?" Her voice seemed a little disappointed.

"I never just go for it because she's got such a strong presence; the 'why I don't try' is because she has so much to offer I will never be able to experience it all. She knows I'm gonna worship her an' she wants to lead the worship service, so I let her. Now, if she asks… I'll be down on her in a second. And she's the best one to eat out because I can give her pleasure to match what she can give me. I'll have her come three or four times before we ever have sex. I usually cum while I'm down on her it b'cause I'm so turned on by her orgasms. She is the ultimate goddess to worship."

Bella was panting, almost heaving against Dean's neck. He grinned and said. "Aren't you glad you asked?"

"Yes that was… very informative." Her eyes stioll looking at his lips and her forehead had a few beads of sweat although the ground they were on was very cool.

"I have'ta say, it was nice to talk about this. Sammy never lets me say anything about sex. It's always 'Dean you're disgusting' and 'think with the upstairs brain, Dean!', you know?"

"Well glad you opened up then." Her body still heaved and her could feel her heart pounding.

"I'm tired... So go the fuck to sleep. I think we've got about twelve hours left before they let us out."

"Don't you want to know my 'why'?" She said with a sly grin and a wiggle of her hips.

"No, I don't." He sighed. "Maybe if you let me sleep, I'll listen to yours later."

In no time she was asleep and mewing small chants of 'Dean oh yes!' under her breath. He smiled as she came in her sleep.

He looked down at her and said "Yeah, I am that good!"

XXXXX

"So what did you and Bella talk about while you were stuck in that well for thirty hours?" Sam asked as Dean settled behind the wheel of his beloved car and they headed out of town.

"Why."

"I was just asking, you know, conversation. We've got like seven hundred miles to fill."

"No Sammy, we talked about 'why'. You know the 'why?'…"

Sam looked at Dean and blinked as the memory came back to him again. Dean was grinning ear to ear and his eyebrows were jumping all over his forehead.

"Oh God, you're not going to tell me are you? I don't want to know your why. I don't want to know her why."

"It'll be fun, stop whinin' bitch."

"Just go back and drop me into that well, jerk."

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