Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: Lyn: La another one I never posted until now…
Chapter Sixteen – A Fight to End All Fights
"Okay, thanks, Sam; I really appreciate it. Okay, bye." Lyn sighed heavily as she closed her phone. A sigh of relief. "Well, looks like I don't have to kill you today, bristlehead," she told Dean with a grin. "Jordan's gonna be fine."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, we both know you could never kill me. You think I'm gorgeous. You want me." He smirked at her.
Lyn wasn't sure whether to be more appalled at his nerve or embarrassed that he was at least in some small degree right. She settled for acting indignant because that was her default mechanism for when people, lately especially Dean, challenged her. "What?! Have all those hair gel fumes gone to your head or something?!"
"Nope. I saw you checking me out. And that little stumble before…? You think my body is 'nice.' Not exactly the adjective most people use, but I'll take it." He smirked and leered wolfishly at her.
"Checking you out?! I was checking to make sure you didn't have any other wounds!" Lyn lied. "I mean, if you'd prefer I'd let you bleed to death or something, I'll happily oblige next time."
"Riiight… you were checking out my abs!" And, as if to prove his point, Dean pulled his shirt up and over his head. He cocked his head to the side and watched Lyn's face carefully. "Go ahead, look. You know you want to."
"I do not!" Lyn fumed though she was now staring at a spot about a foot above Dean's head so her eyes wouldn't wander by accident. "Now put your clothes back on, you freaking pervert!"
"Oh, really? So that's why you're staring at a spot above my head so you won't have to struggle not to look. Admit it and you can look aaalllll you want," he said smugly, spreading his arms and stepping closer to her.
"You are so full of yourself!" Lyn accused but the color rising in her cheekbones as she finally met his gaze wasn't from anger. "Now knock it off before I put a hole in your other shoulder!"
Dean stepped closer once more. "Oh, really? I am?" He laughed. "Maybe I am, but I'm okay with that." He finally looked back at her face and grinned like a hyena. "You're blushing! Hah! I was right! You want me!"
"Oh please!" Lyn accused, shoving him in the chest to try to make him back off and pretending not to notice the fact that her face burned hotter when she touched his skin. "This from the drooling peeping tom whose life I had to threaten to make him stop goggling at me?!"
Lyn's shove did nothing to deter Dean from his goal; he simply stepped closer to her and smirked. "Sweetheart, I'm not afraid to admit that any guy would be staring at you while you're half naked. Even when you're fully clothed, they'd be staring."
Whatever response Lyn had been expecting to her accusation, that wasn't it, and for a second she just stood there with a rather shell-shocked expression on her face before trying to stumble her way back into her pretended rage. "Wh – you – what did you just – Dean Winchester!"
Dean laughed, watching the emotions change on her face. "Caught you off guard, there, didn't I?" He took another step forward, now so close to her that he could feel her heavy breaths fanning his face. "See, I'm not afraid to say what I think, so why are you?" he murmured.
"Okay, fine," Lyn growled. "You want to know what I think? I think you are the most ridiculously inane, narcissistic, opportunistic, self-righteous and self-absorbed person I have ever met. I think you have an old lady's name because I know three other Deans and they're all women in their sixties. And yeah, I think you're a little gorgeous."
Dean's brain registered the comment and her insults and part of him was inwardly smirking at the fact that Lyn thought he was gorgeous. But the only thing that he wanted to do at that moment was stop her from calling him any other names in the only way he knew he was good at. He pulled Lyn to him and, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, kissed her for all he was worth.
For a split second, Lyn froze completely, shock numbing her to the thoughts and emotions that should have been warring inside her head at his actions. Yet a moment later when the shock wore off, the anger and disbelief that should have been there… just weren't. She should have shoved him or hit him or anything to make him back off because what the heck kind of right did he have to be kissing her but reason somehow completely went out the window. The next thing she knew she was not only not kissing back but pressing closer to him, her hands trailing up his chest to tangle her fingers in his hair. And though she couldn't seem to remember intending to do any of it… dang, it felt good.
Dean's hand slipped underneath the hem of her shirt and ran up the expanse of her back then back down over her stomach.
Everywhere Dean's hands moved they trailed a line of liquid fire that seeped into Lyn's veins, spreading the heat and intensity through her entire body. Lying and saying she didn't want him was completely out of the question now; every quickening beat of her heart, every inch of her skin pressing against him, every dilated pupil and heavy breath and longing look betrayed her.
Dean slowly walked them backwards to one of the two motel beds in the room until Lyn's knees hit the bed. He pulled her shirt up over her head and ran his hands up her back to the clasp of her bra. He undid it and his hands went to her shoulders, sliding the straps off and down her arms. His eyes raked in her bare breasts hungrily before he brought his hands up to cup them roughly.
For someone who so recently had attacked Dean for staring at her while she was in her underwear, Lyn suddenly didn't seem to mind him doing a lot more than that. When he paused, she growled low in her throat and hooked her hand around his neck to pull him down to her by his hair and kissed him even more fiercely than he had kissed her. She needed to feel his lips, his skin, his breath, the passion that made her blood feel electrified.
Dean pushed Lyn back onto the bed and lowered himself on top of her, pushing her up the bed toward the headboard. He kissed and nipped his way down her stomach and hips before popping the button on her jeans and pulling the zipper down, never breaking eye contact with her. He slid her jeans down her hips and thighs torturously slow, kissing every square inch of newly exposed skin.
Lyn kept her hands in Dean's hair until he moved too far for her to reach, her breath catching at his lips and breath moving across her skin but impatient for him to come back where she could see and touch him. She wanted this, she wanted him, so badly that it was driving her crazy to lie there and not be able to reach him.
Dean ran his lips and hands back up her legs as he crawled his way back up to her. His lips reconnected with Lyn's, their tongues battling for dominance as they kissed each other. Dean's moan resounded low in his chest as he pressed his hand flat against her stomach and slid it down until he reached her panties where he paused only briefly then slid his hand inside.
Lyn's moan wasn't as deep as Dean's but it was just as full of passion and desire as her hands ran across his neck and shoulders. She nipped at his lower lip then hungrily trailed her lips and tongue down his throat as her need for him only increased.
Dean slid his other hand down Lyn's body and pulled her underwear off. He stared at her for a minute, just marveling in her beauty and drinking in her nakedness. He kissed the inside of her thighs, her hips, her stomach, breasts, and chest. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pushed them off along with his boxers.
Dean without his clothes pretty much literally took Lyn's breath away. Or maybe just made her forget to breathe. She wasn't really sure which, but either way it was the same concept. She wanted to say something but her head was too clouded with desire to form coherent words so instead she put her hands on his chest and then let them trail down as she kissed his lips then along his jaw.
Dean leaned back on his heels and grabbed his discarded jeans. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and took out the condom he always kept there. He tore open the package with his teeth and rolled it on himself. Then he leaned back down and kissed Lyn's neck, moving up to her lips before moving his mouth to her ear and whispering, "Ready?"
Lyn still couldn't figure out how to make her voice work. Maybe he had gone a little overboard with the whole making her speechless thing. But she was still perfectly capable of meeting his gaze with one full of want and need and nodding her answer.
Dean thrust inside Lyn in a single smooth stroke, groaning when he was finally inside her then pausing for a moment before starting to move.
Lyn's nails raked against the back of his head as her hand clenched in his hair and she arched her back toward him slightly. She drew in a ragged breath that escaped as a low moan, her eyes going wild with pleasure as she tried to pull him down toward her.
Dean braced one hand next to Lyn's head and gripped her hip with the other, thrusting becoming more erratic as pleasure began building in his stomach. The minutes seemed like hours as they lay together, moving in rhythm with each other. A fine sheen of sweat coated each of them as they both got closer and closer to release. Dean's thrusts began getting harder and he positioned his hips to hit just the right spot inside her.
A sharp gasp caught in Lyn's throat as that building rush finally exploded. Then all of a sudden her ability to speak was back as her nails raked against his back, trying to pull him down and keep him there. "Dean… Oh god, Dean!"
As Lyn tightened around him, Dean's eyes clenched shut and he thrust one last time, his release coming seconds after hers. He buried his face in her neck and cried her name as he came.