Heart – S02E17

Madeleine's P.O.V

As I was digging through the piles of paper in front of me, my phone started to ring. I let out a groan of annoyance and digged it out of my back pocket starring at the screen, in black was written Bobby. I quickly pressed the green button and put the phone to my ear.

"Yes Bobby?" I ask annoyed.

"What's up sweet pea?" He asks, just by his tone I know he wants something.

"I'm searching for this paper that is obviously missing from my pile in front of me." I moan as I stare at the mess.

"Well I might be able to help you with that sheet of paper if you could do something for me."

"I knew it." I murmur quietly, "What is it?"

"Well I need you to help these two hunters in a case." He starts off sweetly.

"Who are the hunters Bobby, stop going around, just get straight to it."

"The Winchester brothers." He almost whispers.

Bobby God damn well knows what happens every time I see them. Just because they're hot doesn't mean that I exactly need to be on my knees for them, and especially Dean. Oh God how he flirts with anything that has a vagina. I curse them as my thoughts get interrupted.

"Sweet pea, are you done cursing them in your head." Bobby sighs.

"No, if it was my choice I would spend a couple of decades doing that." I mutter bitterly, "Now why would they need me?"

"Dean called me and asked me to call the sexiest hunter, that's how much I know."

"Why doesn't it surprise me that it was Dean who said that." I roll my eyes, "Where are they?"

"San Francisco, California."

"I don't have a choice in this do I?"

"Not if you want that sheet."

I huff and glare at the wall in front of me, "Fine."

"Thanks honey, I'll send you the details."

"Bye." I quickly say and end the call, cursing at myself as I'm stupid enough to even agree on spending at least a day with the two idiots. Why would they even need a female hunter with them?

"This lawyer guy first corpse in town?" Dean asks while cleaning his play toy.

"First man." Sam states, "Over the past years several woman have gone missing, the bodies later washed up in the bay, to interior rated to draw any conclusions."

"But no hearts?" I ask as I stare at the ceiling, with my annoyed face.

"No hearts, they were all hookers working in of the pubs, now cops have been trying to wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer."

"The lunar cycle?" Dean glances at the gun that he's cleaning.

"Month after month, murders have been happening leading to full moon." Sam sips his beer.

"Which is this week right?" I sit up and stare at the boys.

"Yep." Sam glances at me.

"Awesome." Dean smiles dropping his gun back on the bed.

"Dean could you be a bigger geek about this?" Sam snickers.

"I'm sorry man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight. Don't you want to understand, I mean werewolves are bad ass,-" Dean is almost jumping around as he grabs a leather box which contains silver bullets in it, "We haven't seen one since we were kids."

"Okay sparky and you know what? After we kill it we can go to Disney land." Sam jokes, and I chuckle.

"You know the best part about it is we know how to bring this sucker down." Dean says proudly, while showing us the silver bullets, "One of these bad boys to the heart. So what's our next move?"

"You don't know your next move? Why did you even call me to come here if you didn't even need me?!" I glare at both of them.

"We know why we need you; we're just trying to make everything well planned." Sam explains to me.

"Tell me then." I demand.

"Well we can't Miss I Am The Most Important Person In The Whole World." Dean mocks the whole Miss thing in a girly voice.

"Well I'm leaving then." I say pissed off and grab my bag.

"You can't." Sam simply glances at me before turning his eyes to Dean.

"And what in this whole wide world would stop me from doing that?" I chuckle amused, no answer was given, and then I stop. My eyes widen and I turn around and face the two idiots, "You have the paper which I'm searching for don't you. You probably even stole it last time we did a case together." I throw an accusation.

"Oops." Dean says smirking at me.

"I will rip you apart!" I explode and start making my way to Dean; my ears should probably be letting smoke out right now. Dean quickly stands up in front of me and with a quick swing I punch him, he's head turns to the side. The older Winchester then looks at me and says, "Nice punch."

I huff and turn around, making my way to the couch and lay on it.

"Tomorrow morning we'll talk to the girl who found the body." Sam announces.

"I don't understand, I already gave my statement." The woman complains.

"Right, well we just need to verify a few things." Sam says strictly.

"This is my neighbor Glen." She points at the man who was sitting at the sofa and looks like he hasn't shaved for about a century.

"Glen this is detective-"

"Landis-"Dean says proudly, he then points at Sam," Dante, and the lady is Beckham."

"Well guess I'll leave you to it." The guy smiles kindly at me, and I send him a fake smile.

"Thanks for the food." She smiles kindly,

"No worries." He whispers and weirdly leaves, as obvious as it can be this guy is stuck in the friendzone.

"How thought full." Dean looks at the guy, and I roll my eyes.

"Just call if you need anything."

"He's sweet; he came over to check on me." She smiled, her brown eyes scanning our faces, "Have a seat."

We all move and sit down on the kitchen table.

"You must be very shaken up," Sam starts with his 'I'mVerySorryForYou' voice," You are Nate Mulligan's assistant right?"

"For two years, yeah."

"So you knew all about him?"

"Probably knew more about him than he did." She smiles kindly, "Nate was… He was nice."

"But?" I ask smirking at her, feeling that she had an eye on Nate.

"Nothing really, he got a few scotches and started hitting on everyone, you know." She says shyly.

Dean's cocky chuckle reaches our ears, and me and Sam glance at each other, I roll my eyes and Sam's smile turns from happy to annoyed, "Yeah I know."

Dean stops himself and turns and looks at me with a guilty but half flirty look before turning back to the girl.

"Did he have any enemies?" I ask the girl, her brown eyes look at me and she looks lost for a minute.

"What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack." She struggles to think for a couple of seconds.

"Yeah, we're just covering the basis, anyone that might had any disagreements with him? Horrible client, an ex?" I stare at her.

"What?" Sam asks starring at her expression.

"This is embarrassing, but my ex boyfriend Curt,-"

"Curt has a last name?" Dean quickly follows.

"Mellor. After we broke up he went kind of nuts. He's kind of been stalking me, he got something in his head that there was something going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office." She stops for a little while.

"What happened?" Sam asks looking intrigued by the story.

"Curt got into it with Nate, threw him a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job." The girl examines Sam.

"When was the last time you saw Curt?"

"A few nights ago, actually the night Nate died, we we're all grabbing drinks at this bar and Curt showed up." The girl starts playing with her fingers.

"And?"

"Nothing. It seemed like he was watching me, then he was gone. I'll tell you the truth, he scares me." She looks at me with an expression that has confusion, fear and anger mixed in.

"So what do you think?" Dean asks Sam, as I follow them behind still annoyed that I can't leave them.

"Stalker ex boyfriend?" Sam says still kind of unsure of his answer, "He hates the boss, and he was there last night."

"Think he's the dogfish boy?"

"Well that a theory."

"We've had worse, what do you say we pay Curt a visit." Dean announces before opening and getting in the impala.

I didn't want to go to the dog's apartment so I stayed in the hotel. Stupid as the Winchester's was, they probably hid the sheet somewhere in this apartment. I quickly moved to where Dean's duffle bag was and started going through it. I haven't been horrified ever, but this…

Porn magazines, some guns, salt and condoms? Yes, because next time you want to kill a ghost, throw some porn magazines and some condoms at the soul. It will help. Really, like it will disappear somewhere to fap. I roll my eyes and continue digging through the bag.

After an hour I finished going through the whole apartment, I didn't find anything. Not a single thing that is connected to the paper, nothing. I huffed and stared at the ceiling in defeat. I was at least smart enough to clean after myself I thought.

The door opened and closed, "How was your alone time?" I hear a low pitched voice, which I quickly recognize as Dean's.

"Better than now." I answer with a fake smile.

"Ouch, I left Sammy with the hot girl." He smirks.

"Good for him." My answer is short and simple as if I didn't care.

**MATURE CONTENT**

The temperature in the hotel room was hot despite the air conditioning being on fully. I stripped down to my pants and vest top, the sound of Dean's muffled singing in the shower floated through the room. I lay back on the bed, switching the TV on to see what delights American television had for me. The first channel I found was showing Jeremy Kyle, I watched the two men on the stage literally fight over a less than average female stood in the middle; her breasts randomly out on display. The title of the show was too close to home: 'In love with my best friend's girlfriend.' I cringed, switching channels immediately. As I flicked through the endless list of satellite channels a tapping noise began to grow in power, I looked around the room puzzled to where it was coming from until I realized. It was next door.

Oh dear God, I do not want to hear this!

The tapping became a faint bang; I figured it was the headboard of the bed. I turned the TV volume up to try and drown out the noise, it hardly worked.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes Scott!" A woman shrieked in pleasure.

This was nauseating. I lay down fully, placing a pillow over my head.

"La la la!" I sang, trying to take my mind off of the pleasurable female moans coming from the room of the guy I wanted.

"Want me to fuck you harder?" The mans deep voice boomed through the wall.

I shot up, the pillow falling to my side. The dude groaned, loudly, I felt excited butterflies flutter in my abdomen, his manly groan was turning me on.

Soon I could no longer hear her, just the guy, grunting and ordering her about. My hand slid down my stomach and straight under the hem of my panties. I began rubbing my finger over my slit, feeling how wet I was just by hearing his voice. I needed a release and I needed it fast. I began to rub in a circular motion, stimulating my clit in a way only I knew how. I pushed my vest top up, my free hand roughly kneading my breast; pinching my nipple as I imagined his teeth biting down, intensifying the pleasure. I closed my eyes tight as I slipped two fingers inside of myself, imaging Dean pushing his big dick inside of me for the first time. As I heard him groan from the other side of the wall once again, I felt a tightening in my abdomen, I was so close already.

"Fucking hell, you're hot." Dean interrupted, standing in the doorway of the bathroom wrapped in a small white towel around his waist and dripping wet.

"Oh my god!" I jumped up, covering myself with the duvet quickly.

Dean jumped on the bed, lying on top of me after pulling the covering off of me.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's hot." He breathed deeply as he covered my neck in kisses. His hand slid down my panties quickly, I wanted to moan out in pleasure.

"What's got you so turned on, babe?"

Almost instantly, answering his question, the noise from the next room got louder.

"You were turned on by hearing them fuck?" Dean asked, maneuvering his body so his already hard cock pressed into my area causing me to shudder.

I bit down on my lip as I nodded, unsure of how he was going to take it.

"Well how about we give them some competition?"

Without waiting for my reply Dean had already jumped up, throwing the towel off of him and he pulled down my underwear. As the head of his throbbing cock pressed against my entrance we stared into each other's eyes.

"Fuck me, Dean." I moaned my voice louder to ensure 'Scott' heard, this game was fun.

Dean pushed inside of me with incredible force, pain shot through my stomach; I bit down on my bottom lip as he began to thrust into me relentlessly. As he lifted my legs so my ankles rested on his shoulders I cried out, his dick hit my g spot with every hard thrust.

"Does that feel good baby?" He panted.

"So fucking good." I moaned back at him.

I reached down between our sweaty bodies and began rubbing my clit vigorously, I was so close. Dean pulled my arm away.

"I'm not done with you yet. Turn around."

I obeyed, getting on all fours, arching my back ready from him to enter me. Immediately Dean pushed inside of me again, this time he was deeper and I moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Harder, fuck me harder." I cried out.

Dean obliged, pounding into me hard and fast, our skin slapping together loudly.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed as pleasure erupted through my body, Dean pounded harder than ever as I rode out my orgasm. "Oh fuck, Dean!"

Before I even finished the word 'fuck' Dean's legs buckled as his orgasm crashed down on him, he thrust in deep one final time, releasing his goods inside of me.

Both of us collapsed on the bed, panting sweaty messes.

"We are never, ever going to talk about this." I pant.

"Whatever floats your boat." He smirks at me.

**NO MATURE CONTENT**

"I need your help." Dean says, while sitting in the car.

"How did I know that this was going to happen." I mutter.

"I have no clue how to ask you this..." he struggles.

"Just do it."

"I need you to dance." He says.

"WHAT?!" I shout at Dean, "I might have had a one night stand but I'm not a slut." I say angrily.

"Madeleine please," Dean starts begging, "I'll give you the paper you need, just please do it."

"Fine." I grunt.

I nervously stare at the mirror in front of me. A faint memory crosses my mind of old times. Never have I ever been nervous in my life. But there's a first for everything. I'm so going to hell.

Someone taps on my shoulder and I turn around, a girl blond hair blue eyes.

"Go, good luck." She smiles kindly at me.

I turn around and scan myself in the mirror quickly before going where the door is. This door leads to the stage, my heart is pounding.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE – I can't write this type of thing so I'm going to show you, how it all looked like - watch?v=InzgqiQkQKs)