_Chapter 12_

"Inamorato"

Trinity

Dean still hadn't said a word the whole way home. I don't know what was up with him. When we parked at my apartment, Dean got out quickly and headed up. Sam and I both stood up slowly and looked at each other questions all over our faces, then we shrugged and followed Dean.

As soon as the door closed behind Sam, Dean threw his bag and brown leather jacket on the floor and turned to me yelling, "What the Hell were you thinking?!"

"Well for one, why Dean has become a mute," I threw my own black leather jacket of the sofa.

"No!" he angrily sighed, "I mean back in the forest?! What was that?!"

"Um, I just gonna," Sam looked around and pointed, awkwardly walking away, "Yeah…" he walked right back outside.

I watched him go, but when I turned back around to face Dean, he hadn't looked away from me.

"What do you want me to say, Dean?!" I threw my hands up, "What?! That I'm sorry for saving those people as best as I could?! Because I won't, I'm not!"

"No!" he then fumbled for words, "It's just, you can't keep doing this?!"

"Doing, what, exactly?!"

"Risking your life like that!"

"That's what we do! I've told you! You of all people should know that! I mean, c'mon, Dean! Look at all of the stories you guys have told me! All of the examples you guys have set through them and the hunts we've gone on together! Seriously, you think I wouldn't pick up on that!?"

"Don't twist my words, Trinity! That's not-"

"Not what? Not what you're saying?! Ha! That's, that's hilarious. Of course it is! Or you wouldn't be over here, freaking out on me!"

"I just don't want to see anything bad happen to you!"

"Nothing bad is going to happen to me, Dean, especially when I'm with you!" this was the truth, Nephilim hybrid or not.

He didn't say anything.

"You don't think I've noticed how you either keep a hand or an eye on me whenever possible?! You don't think I haven't seen the constant worry on your face every single time something crazy comes our way?!"

His green eyes pierced my soul, he looked at me full of guilt, anger, and sadness, "You shouldn't be the one saving me, you shouldn't be the one risking your life, you shouldn't be the one almost dying! Especially for my sake!" after every pause is volume had increased.

"Yeah, well, same goes to you! Looks like we're at a stalemate here, buddy!"

"Why does it even matter about me?!"

I've had enough of this.

"Because I love you, you jerk!"

His whole being froze. I have to say mine did too. I didn't really mean to say that particular thing. I could see his chest rising and falling at a quickened rate. I could feel my heart pumping abnormally fast, blood rushing to my cheeks. His vibrant eyes locking onto mine intensely.

Dean started to walk my way, still holding my gaze, lips slightly parted. In surprise? I don't know but dear Lord was it sexy.. I couldn't move. As he got within inches from me, all with in mere seconds, his big hands rose up and cupped my face with strength, and his soft lips were pressing against mine.

I might've died and gone to heaven.

His warm lips encapsulated mine and I let them. His hands covered both sides of my face completely and then one of them traveled down my arm to my back. Where my spine curves, he pressed his palm against it and pulled my closer to him. One of my hands reached up and covered part of his hand on my face, the other encircled his neck, well, as much as it could.

The kiss was so full of emotion and fierceness and yet, it was passionate.

I had never been kissed before, let alone like this. But I didn't say anything, mainly to not end this, and I didn't want to freak him out.

To my despair, he pulled his face away from mine, only inches, but still. Leaned his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes again, this time they were soft instead of intense. "I, I love you too," he gave me an absolutely adorable smile and giggle.

Me, I made Dean Winchester stutter and giggle.

I smirked and pulled his face back down to me, it was a stretch for him being so much taller than me, but he didn't seem to mind.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders, "Catch!" I jumped up and he caught me as if he were about to do it himself. My legs circled around his waist and one of his hands still rested on my back, the other holding me up under my thighs.

He stumbled against a wall and we laughed on each other's lips. I pointed to my door. He, very skillfully I might add, walked us up the staircase and I opened the door behind him.

_Author's Song Note_

Hi, yeah, sorry for interrupting, but now is where you should definitely look up this song and listen to it as many times as you need to get to my next note signifying that the special music time can be done. :)

This Chapter's song is: "Dark Star" by Jaymes Young (lyric video)

Enjoy! Now, go!

He slowly laid me down on my bed and grabbed the back of his shirt behind his neck, pulling it off over his head, then crawled up to me. I saw his back muscles in the mirror behind him. Curse my weakness for backs and forearms.

His arms were on either side of my head, and he bent his head down to place another kiss on my mouth. His lips traveled to my forehead, my nose, my own lips once again, my cheek, my ear, then I felt his hot breath of my neck, followed by a long, soft kiss.

My breath hitched and he looked deeply into my eyes and smiled with a laugh again. He kissed me again, this time I twisted my fingers in his fluffy hair, tugging slightly. A small groan escaped from his mouth. I smiled against his lips and did it again. He has a hair thing… I giggled inside my head.

He sat up, straddling me and I placed my hands on his, positioning them on my sides at the hem of my shirt. I slowly pulled his hands and my shirt up, his chest rose and fell rapidly. I sat up so I was face to face with him and let go of his warm hands and he pulled it the rest of the way off.

My God, I was partially naked with Dean Winchester.

He cupped my face and neck again, placing slow, agonizing kisses on my full lips again. His one hand travelled down my spine, massaging and tickling, making me quietly giggle and sigh. I hugged him tightly as I nodded, giving him permission to unclasp my bra. We slowly laid back down and he kisses my neck again and started to slip his hands underneath my waistband. Even I could tell how nervous and shaking my breathing was. Dean stopped and looked up me with his big, beautiful eyes, mouth partially open, panting slightly.

"What's wrong? Am I hurting you?"

I smiled, "No, no, it's it's just…" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

That you're lying to his face about what you really are?

No, shut up conscience!

He sat up again, grasping my hand with a concerned face.

I had to tell him, I couldn't keep it from him. "I mean, it's just that this is basically my first time. At least with consent," Dean's face filled with sorrow and pity. "And, down there, was my first kiss. Ever. In any circumstance."

His eyebrows shot up. Crap. I ruined it. "I'm sorry, that I didn't tell you that is." But then a warm smile spread across his lips.

"Don't be, I couldn't tell," he leaned down and softly kisses my cheek. "You know, if you're not ready, we don't have to do this."

I smiled and my eyesight became a little blurry. Swallowing back my tears, I just looked at him. This tough, usually-no-emotion, sexual guy was giving me so much power right now.

"No, I don't want to stop here, Dean," I laughed. "I, I just wanted to let you know," I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles.

He leaned down and caressed my shoulder with his lips, not kissing, but just running them over. "Well," he kissed then, "You," another, "Are in," one more, "Control," and a long lasting one.

I put my hand on his cheek and pulled it in front of my face, "Thank you, Dean." He smiled and pressed his forehead against mine.

I laced my fingers through his hair, tugging once again, purposefully making him quietly growl. I slid his hands down my hips, removing both layers of my pants and he lifted me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist again. We made out very slowly and passionately, exploring one another's mouths and necks and chests. I let my hands slide all around his shirtless body. His arms, shoulders, and pecs were so hard with muscle and yet his abdomen was strong, but not chiseled. It was adorably hot.

His large hands travelled my back and sides occasionally venturing to my own chest. His lips just incarcerated mine, making me never wanting to part from them. I kept one hand on my back, placing the other on the bed and lowering us down to it. His knees were in between mine and as he curved his back, giving me forceful, fervent kisses, my hands grasped his belt and I began fumbling with the buckle. After finally getting it undone, I slid my cold underneath his waistband on his back, to feel the warm skin on his butt and it gave him goosebumps all over.

"Sorry," I giggled. My fingers were always cold.

He simply smiled and laughed against my lips.

I pulled his pants down, letting his cheeks out in the open.

I let one of my hands graze over it and then back up to the curve from his back to his ass. It was so curved, almost like a small basin. My hands slid across his back, full of muscles, crisscrossing paths over and over again. I wrapped my arms and his neck again and he pulled us both us, still not parting lips, up so my legs were wound his again. We only sat like that for a few moments before I knocked him backwards on to his back, releasing a playful laughter from him. I cut it off with my lips and with my one hand flat on the bed beside his shoulders, the other running through his hair, I bent my neck down to kiss his jaw and lightly bit his neck. All of this together making him groan loudly. He couldn't see it but I smiled. I felt him reach into the pocket of his jeans then kick off them off onto the floor and felt his hand fumble with something behind me, and we sat back up so I was straddling his waist yet again.

Lord save me, I'm completely naked with Dean Winchester.

Well… except for this protection… Oh! Thank God he remembered!

I put his hand underneath me and then I placed mine on his strong shoulders. And I nodded in his neck, he understood immediately he lifted my small body up and down. I started to get the motion, and in synchronization, we moved together.

My breath was taken away from me. Literally, warmth spread through my entire body. Dean's hot breath was on my shoulder as he threw a hand forcefully from underneath me to hug my back.

It all felt so fast and vicious one moment, but when I let Dean take control, he was more melodic and slow paced.

Between gasps, I got out, "You. Down."

He smiled mischievously and understood flipping us over so I was straddling his waist on top of him. I gripped his shoulders tight enough to leave white circles forming underneath my fingers. We started moving together again, making that warm feeling tingle throughout the both of us, you could tell in our eyes. I moved one of my hands into his hair again. I wasn't going to let this advantage still away. I know his weak spot. I chuckled maniacally inside my head.

He emitted a loud sigh as I pulled on his dark blonde hair. The other hand that wasn't happily torturing him, rubbed his chest and at certain pleasurable moments, squeezed onto his skin and muscle, leaving claw marks from my finger nails. I fell close to him, cuddling my face into his neck and breathing heavily. His left hand followed the curvature of my spine and the right spine gripped my side tightly.

I giggled.

He did too, "What?" very breathy.

Still rising and falling, I smiled, "That tickled."

"Oh yeah?" he breathed. He let both hands squeeze my sides, which I'll be the first to say, had some meat to them, but Dean didn't seem to care, maybe he even liked it. I fell on top of him, chest to chest, laughing. He took this opportunity to flip us over again so I was on my back and he was in between my legs. He scooched down and kissed the insides of my thighs very softly and sweetly, his band under me on my back and hips. I tangled my fingers in his hair again, making him moan louder against my sensitive skin. His warm lips wandered over my body, everywhere causing my back to arch more every time. They found themselves back at my lips and I wrapped my legs around his back as our almost telepathic motion fell back into place, but since he was in the lead, it was slow and passionate. I threw my head back into the pillow as an extra warm feeling crept through my nerves and bones causing my body to shake. I had a sharp intake of breath and looked into Dean's gorgeous eyes and watched them as they squeezed tightly shut, his eyelashes long and dark, and his little eye-crinkles on the sides of them under the end of his eyebrow.

He was just so perfect and as we both climaxed and sighed loudly together, I jutted my hand up behind his head, gripping his hair, pulling him back down to me forcefully and biting his bottom lip. He smiled that same smile and I tugged on his hair some more, causing him to groan very loudly against my lips.

At that point, his arms gave out and his face was less than an inch away from mine, breathing the same air. He touched his forehead against mine, breathing incredibly heavy and smiled. I returned the gesture.

He fell to the side of me, smiling, one arm hanging off to the side, the other squeezing under me, pulling me as close as I could get and wrapping it around me, hand resting in my arm.

I curled up against him, enjoying every part of being next to his body, letting my one hand trace invisible lines on his stomach. I looked up at him as he looked down at me lying on his bicep.

I almost said what I was thinking out loud, I just had sex with Dean Winchester.

But, what came out was, "That. Was. Awesome."

He laughed a soothing laugh, "Yeah, it was," he looked up to the ceiling, "I think my favorite parts were when you took the lead," he glanced sideways at me and winked.

Minutes later, as the stars began coming out from under the clouds outside my window, we fell asleep, exactly how we were, except our free hands holding on together and Dean's face turned to me and tilted down, to be as close to mine as possible. It was the best position I could be in.

I fell asleep with a funny, ironic, and so out-of-character, yet wonderful thought in my head, invading my dreams.

Dean Winchester is a submissive…

_Author's Note_

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