Djinn Dreams Part Three
"Now, Cas is a bit socially awkward..." Sam said from the passenger seat of the car. I looked at Dean who rolled his eyes in the mirror.
"That's a bit of an understatement. He's a good guy but he can't handle people, especially women." Dean said looking at me.
"What do we do then?" Jen asked as Sam rolled his window down letting in the cool night air. Dean shrugged and gripped the wheel tighter.
"We almost there?" I asked.
"You are like a child. Are we there yet?" Dean smiled pointing at the mirror. I grinned as he laughed and nodded, "Yes we're right down the road."
I was a bit nervous about sleeping in a tight packed bomb shelter. I honestly couldn't see how Dean and Sam had been living in one for months! I discussed this with Jen and she had assumed they had renovated it. Dean pulled onto a dirt road surrounded by dark hovering trees and my blood pressure spiked. I leaned forward and touched the back of Dean's seat. He didn't move but I seen his eyes flicker in the mirror back to me.
"We're here." He said pulling up to a dark clearing. Embedded into a small meander was a large stone arch with a steel door.
"Home, sweet, home." Sam said helping Jen out from the car. I hopped out and stared at the bunker.
"How are we going to fit?" I asked. Dean looked at Sam with a huge smile.
"You'll see." He said taking my hand. They lead us over to the arch and down a small set of stairs to the metal door. Sam pulled out a large key and unlocked the door.
Dean and I entered into the dark room. It smelled like a library of old books, wonderful and full.
"Dean I can't see a thing!" I whispered. The whispered echoed loudly and I was surprised.
"Really?" He asked. Something pinched my butt and I let out a little scream that echoed making me realize the room we were in was huge. I smacked him in the arm and he laughed.
"You ass." I said. Sam and Jen walked in and the lights flicked on. They turned on with a slow buzz and I flinched from the brightness.
Before my eyes was a gigantic room that extended into another large room. We stood on a balcony made of wrought iron and the steps that led below to a room that looked like a large military station with radars and computers.
"Oh my god." Jen whispered as we took the stairs down.
"This is incredible." I said shocked. Dean pulled me through the military room into the big library filled with shelves of books and encyclopedias in many languages.
"This is the nerd room." He smiled.
"Dean, stop you know I love books." I smiled.
"I know. Come on I'll show you the rooms." He said pulling me to the right and down a hallway. Framed on the walls were photos from all different time periods. Men holding guns and presenting a werewolf, a civil war soldier holding the head of a vampire, and pictures of events that were thought to be normal were actually supernatural.
"Dean, these are... oh my god." I said looking at them.
"They're great." He said still pulling me along. We passed many rooms and doors but finally Dean stopped at the end of the hall, "This is my wing, Sam's is on the other side. My room's here, yours is across the hall."
"Dean. Dean Dean. Didn't anyone teach you how to share?" I whispered leaning up against his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me.
"I never said you had to use it. It's just yours." He smiled.
"Good." I grinned. He opened his door and we walked into the large room. It was plainly decorated and few personal items were set up. There was a large amount of guns hanging on the wall and above the bed. I smiled at him as he stood in the doorway rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Very manly Dean." I said touching one of the rifles on the wall smiling.
"Well I am a man." Dean finally relaxed leaning against the doorjamb. I turned to glance back at him and noticed the coolest thing I have ever seen.
"Oh my god." I gasped and ran to the large record player in the corner.
"I thought you'd like that." He laughed walking over and pulling out a drawer on a filing cabinet of records.
"Oh my god this is gorgeous." I said grabbing his arm to turn it on. He laughed and put on the first record he grabbed. The sound began with the beautiful crackle and then the sound of a silk like sultry woman's voice began. I closed my eyes to listen to the wonderful crescendos and appeal of the music. Dean's arms wrapped around my waist and swayed to the music.
"It's beautiful Dean." I whispered.
"Mmm." He said in my ear. I opened my eyes and smiled. I turned to face him and put my head on his chest under his chin. He held me tight and I closed my eyes.
"I could get used to this." I whispered.
"Me too." He said. I smiled and he leaned down and kissed me softly, his nose brushing against my cheekbone. His lips never disappointed me, they made mine tingle and crave more everytime we kissed.
"DEAN?" We heard Sam calling from the hall. Dean groaned and put his forhead against mine.
"Yeah?" He called back.
"Cas is here." Sam said from the door. Dean sighed and wrapped his arms from around me. I smiled and let him know I'd be here and they walked away. I sat down in his small desk chair next to the record player and looked few pictures sitting there.
The first was of a small boy with a blonde woman. The woman was beautiful with wavy blonde hair and a huge warming smile. Her arms were wrapped around a toddler with sandy blonde hair cut into a bowl cut. His smile was big and crooked, his face covered in freckles. It was Dean, when he was about three or four. That would make the woman his mother. She was so beautiful, like a woman from one of the Renaissance paintings in Europe. No wonder John went crazy after she died. My heart sank for Sam. He would never have a photo of him and his mom after 6 months. He never got to meet her really, where at least Dean got a few years. I turned to glance at the small clock hanging on the wall above the doorway. My elbow knocked a photograph frame making it teeter on the edge of the table. Before it fell I reached out and grabbed it in both hands.
The photo in the frame stopped my heart. Dean was sitting on my couch at my apartment with me beside him. I remembered trying to take a serious photo with him but he wouldn't hold still and keep his eyes uncrossed. So instead I decided to join in the merriment and look goofy too, but failed when Dean made a ridiculous face and made me laugh just as he snapped the picture. I lifted the picture to my chest, tears in my eyes. I had thought he'd forgot about me, and here was my picture... next to his bed. I sat on the corner of his bed and stared at the picture. Dean sticking his tongue out to touch his nose and crossed eyes, he was perfect. He was the goofy, loving, strong guy I'd always pictured being in love with. I had never seen myself look so happy than I did in this picture. Dean was my lif, my future and this decision was what I wanted.
I began to get nervous when Dean didn't come back after a half and hour. Had Cas disliked the idea of us being here? I got up and tip toed down the hallway. I stopped upon hearing the voices in the large library.
"Hello Dean." A rough, deep, sexy voice said softly after a rustle of clothes.
"Oh so you now decided to come back?" Dean asked.
"I was called away, I'm sorry."
"Called by who?"
"Dean, you know there are angels still in the garrison not under Naomi's control."
"Okay, We have something that we need to talk about. That can wait." Sam said. I peeked around the corner out of sight from the men. I almost gasped out loud at the sight of Castiel the angel.
He was tall, but only slightly compared to Sam and Dean. His hair was short and in a disarray that made it stick up all over, chin was covered with stubble that darkened his jawline. He was one of the most handsome creatures I had ever laid eyes on, strong and fierce but somehow meek and loving.
"What is it? Who is here? I sense two females." Castiel said turning around, a silver knife dropping from his tan trenchcoat sleeve. He looked around the room and I backed up into the shadows now terrified. He was far fiercer than I had expected. His eyes searched the room, in the shadows and seemed to project into the rest of the rooms.
"Cas calm down, we know."
"They could be dangerous. This doesn't feel right." Castiel whispered his wide blue eyes narrowing in thought. He walked slowly in my direction and I felt my breathing become eratic.
"Cas stop!" Dean yelled voice low and rustic, "They are meant to be here. They're not going to hurt anyone come back here and talk."
Castiel's eyes looked into the hallway and I felt like he was looking directly at me. His knife disappeared back into his sleeve and he backed away.
"What is it Dean?"
"The women that are here are going to stay here for a while." Sam said.
"A while?" Castiel asked.
"As in living with us." Dean said taking a seat at one of the large tables. Castiel's eyebrows came together.
"I don't understand. Do they need protection? Should I call Garth?" Castiel asked.
"No. No." Sam said putting his hands up.
"Cas, they're living here because we're going to be with them. As in a relationship." Dean said slowly struggling for the right words. There was a pregnant silence as Castiel took in the news. He was carefully thinking with his eyes narrowed. He turned his head a bit and his lips pursed.
"Like You and Lisa." Castiel finally said.
"Kind of. Only this time she means more to me than Lisa." Dean whispered. Castiel crossed his arms and studied the two boys.
"Where will they stay?" Castiel asked.
"Here in the bunker. They'll be here while we go on runs and they won't be in any danger." Sam said.
"This isn't impenetrable, the could still be in danger." Castiel said.
"What could get in here? We have devil's traps, sigils, everything. Nothing's going to get past, no one even knows this place exsists except you, me, Sam, and Charlie." Dean said.
"Dean if I am able to get in so could other angels." Castiel said.
The trio fell silent as the observation floated in the air.
"But we can't block angels, then you can't get in." Sam said. Captain Obvious everyone.
"My point." Castiel said.
"We'll figure something out." Dean sighed rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Until we have to leave we don't have to worry about it to much. Kevin's hasn't finished decoding the tablet and we have no idea what the next trial is. We have time to think about it." Sam sighed. They stood and Sam walked into the hallway across from mine. Dean looked at Castiel.
"I don't understand this Dean." Castiel whispered.
"I know." He said.
"They aren't safe." Castiel insisted.
"They are while we're here." Dean said clapping Castiel on the back. Castiel watched him walk away and shook his head before disappearing before my eyes. Dean walked into the hall and was surprised to see me standing there, clutching the picture frame to my chest.
"I came to see where you went." I said smiling small.
"Right here. That went better than expected." He smiled small.
"Are you sure? He seemed pretty upset..." I said softly.
"He's just worried about a few things, but he's not mad about you." Dean said smiling leaning against the wall.
"I know. I just... I feel bad." I said softy.
"Why? You haven't done anything, he's fine." Dean said smiling. He glanced down at the picture in my arms. He opened his mouth and his face turned pink. I looked down and relalized I still had it and smiled at him.
"This, is the sweetest thing ever." I said smiling. Dean put his hands over his face and let out a huff.
"I knew I was forgetting something." He whispered.
"NOOO!" I laughed grabbing his arm and pulling it away to reveal a smile, "I didn't expect it."
We started walking back to the rooms and Dean put his arm around me and I smiled and snuggled into his side.
"I love you." He said softly.
"I love you."
I dug through my bag while Dean took a shower in the room next beside us. I pulled out a t-shirt and put it on for bed. I stretched and yawned. It had been a long day since Dean had knocked me on my butt saving me from getting hit by that car. Unbelievably we've moved in together and I had decided my future in less than one day. In a way I had been thinking about it for a long time before I had the chance. Dean strolled into the room towel wrapped around him. He looked at me for a minute.
"Is that my shirt?" He asked.
"Is it?" I said looking down at the AC/DC band shirt. I had wondered where it had come from when I found it in my room among the stuff on the floor.
"I think so." He smiled.
"It was in my room. I've been sleeping in it." I said smiling.
"Ah, I remember now." He said smiling. He ran his hand through his wet hair and I laughed softly at the thought of the last time Dean had been in my room.
"I didn't realize it was yours. You want it back?" I asked.
"Nope, keep it. It's unbelievably sexy on you like that." He said smiling putting on a pair of plaid blue boxers. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I'm standing in my underwear and a shirt, with no make up and my hair on my head like a Flintstones... and that's hot?" I said. He grinned at me.
"Well, yes. Yes it is." Dean said smiling. He walked over and lifted me over his shoulder making me squeal. He plopped me on the bed and climbed beside me.
"However, now that I think about it... it would look rather nice off of you too." He whispered sliding his hands up the back of my shirt. I laughed but it turned into a yawn and he snickered and stopped.
"Go to sleep hon, we'll have plenty of time for that." He whispered pulling me close.
"I'm sorry." I whispered yawning again. He laughing and I rested my head on his cool skin. He wrapped his strong arms around me and I kissed him before resting my head beside his on the pillow.
"Thank you." He whispered.
"For?" I asked.
"Coming with me." He said.
"I love you Dean. I wouldn't have wanted anything else." I said smiling. I closed my eyes while he took down my hair from the bun and played with it. I drifted to sleep while he stroked my head and hummed a soft song in my ear.
I opened my eyes to find the bed empty. I sat up, my hair falling in curls around me.
"Dean?" I asked. He came walking into the room brushing his teeth.
"Hey, look who decided to wake up." He grinned with toothpaste foam all over his lips and chin. I smiled at him largely as he searched through drawers for clothes.
"No! Come here!" I said leaning of the bed grabbing him.
"I need to spit!" He yelled avoiding my grab. I laughed as he galloped from the room. I heard him in the bathroom running the water and I laid back against the headboard. He came back into the room, toothpaste gone. I was still laughing at his childlike attitude this morning and he leaped from the door into the bed almost missing it. He laughed and leaned on his elbow next to me.
"What?" He asked.
"You are a complete and total goof ball." I said.
"Thank you was that it because I probably should put some pants on." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because normal people put pants on."
"Not really, expecially for what you'll be doing all day today." I said coyly. He looked up at me with his wide green eyes confused for a second. I could tell the moment he grasped what I was talking about and smiled.
"Oh." He grinned leaning over and kissing me.
"Yeah." I chuckled between his kisses.
"Wait!" Dean broke free and ran to the door shutting it and locking it. "Just in case." He joked. I sat up and he walked back over before laying me back down. He kissed my neck softly at first, before kissing my lips. As he kissed me his hand reached out to his bed stand and dug through the shallow drawer. He broke the kiss for a minute cursing.
"You have to be kidding me." He said looking away and into the drawer.
"What?"
"Well not to be a downer but uh I haven't exactly had a girl in my room in a long time, so I don't have the necessities." He joked rolling over off the bed and ran to his dresser. I began to laugh as he dug through his pants pockets.
"Dean!" I laughed. He threw up his hands as he pulled out jeans after jeans. "DEAN!" I laughed.
"What?"
"I'm fine! I'm covered, at least 99% covered." I said thinking about the label on my birth control box. He stood there for a minute looking at me.
"Just our luck we'd be the one percent." He grinned.
"Dean... I will not put up with this any longer if you don't get your ass back into this bed so help me god I will..." He stopped me with a kiss.
He rolled me over so I was under him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands lifted his shirt up and over my head. He kissed the bare skin between my breasts, making my stomach flip. He pulled me up to him, my back arching off the bed and I gasped a little before his kissed me urgently.
"Damn it." He whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"Sam and Jen just left." He whispered. Looking over at a small light blinking on a little monitor.
"So? They can take care of themselves Dean." I said pulling his focus back to me.
"I know..."
"Dean." I whispered. He growled at me as my hands ran along his chest. He smiled and ignored the flashing button.
"We're alone for once... which means we can make some noise." He whispered in my ear. I felt goosebumps spring onto my skin.
"What, have you been holding out on me?" I whispered.
"Oh honey, you have no idea." He said laughing. I gasped as his hand ran along my side chilling the skin somehow. Dean has always had an effect on me, but this was crazy. He smiled seeing the change in my eyes. His hands ran further and further, until they slid under the band of my underwear and slid them off. I began to tingle all over as he gave me a devilish grin.
"I'm scared now." I giggled.
"Oh you should be." He whispered softly before shutting me up with a passionate kiss. He cupped my left breast in his hand while his right hand began to sear into my skin making me cry out in shock. He smiled as his fingers worked around my clit bringing waves and waves of pleasure across my body.
"Damn it Dean, how do you fucking do this to me all the time." I moaned. He chuckled and kissed me. The room began to feel hot and our skin stuck to each other as I shivered under him. He slid his fingers into me all while keeping the rhythm of circling my clit. He grinned as he kissed me when my breath began staggering.
"How's it feel." He whispered kissing my neck.
"It feels like you're a teasing bastard that I never want to stop." I said unsure if it even made sense since I was off on cloud nine. He began laughing.
"Alright..." He whispered before he began kissing lower and lower along my neck, my chest, my breast, stomach, hip, and OH! I let out a gasp for air as his lips kissed against me. Softly his tongue teased along with his lips.
"Oh Dean." I sighed loudly putting my hands on his head. He flicked suddenly sending a wall of heat crashing onto me. I let out a scream as the first orgasm hit me. He nurtured it, egging the tickling sensation and high feeling to last for a minute. I pulled him back up to me when it finally stopped he crashed hard against my lips. I nipped at his lower lip, which drove him crazy. His back tensed at my touch. I ran my nails softly down is back making him groan in pleasure.
"Who's the teasing bastard now?" He asked. I smiled and guided him under me. I sat on top of him kissing him, twisted in the sheets of the bed.
"Hmmmm." He let out as my hands ran down his chest to his cock and he let out a groan. His head tilted back against the pillow. I ran my hand down the length of him tightly and slowly. His breath began to come out fast and hard. I bent down and he gasped before I reached him.
"No." He moaned.
"Why?!" I asked.
"Because unlike you, I cannot control myself." He growled. He kissed me and pulled my lips bitting down on them softly. I could feel my skin burning against his and I moved rub him up against my thigh. He let out a slow hiss as pleasure rushed down his body, his muscles tensing and loosing himself for a minute. I could feel the slick pre-cum on the head of his cock as he began to rock his hips against me.
"Now." I whispered between kissing him. We twisted in the covers, legs wrapping around each other. I whimpered as his cock brushed up against my clit. He teased longer, kissing my breasts, taking each into his hot mouth. I pulled on his hair gently eager for him. He grinned and crept up against me until I felt him sink into me. I moaned loudly as he let out a just as pleasured groan.
"Dean." I whispered wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me as he made love to me. The room was hot, and sticky. The only sounds were of our labored breathing and my whimpering.
"God." He said huskily arms tensing for a second. He rocked his hips into me faster as I felt my muscles beginning to tighten around him. A small orgasm hit me for a few seconds and sent me in to a babbling whimpering mess. Dean looked at me with his moss green eyes.
"God, Emily..." He said softly kissing my nose, "You're the most beautiful woman in the world." He whispered. I tangled my fingers into his hair.
"I love you." I whispered closing my eyes tightly as another wave of pleasure came crashing down on me. He grunted as I accidenlty bent my knee and hit him in the stomach but he didn't stop.
"Dean... I'm..." I said barely breathing.
"Emily..." He moaned.
"Dean... I'm going... going." My toes began to curl under.
"Not without me." He whispered kissing me. I had to break free as a huge breath came from me. His lips found my neck and I cried out as my climax built and built. He thrusted harder, his full length going in. I screamed out, fingernails digging into Dean's muscular back. I hit the top of my climax. Heat waves rushed down my body, his arms felt like the gripped me tighter. I couldn't move as the floating on air feel whisked me away into another contraction and wave. I clutched to Dean and whispered to him.
"Now Dean... now."
He let out a gasp and I felt a beautiful rush of heat come inside me. I gasped as the once great climax heightened to new levels. My back arched and he continued to cum inside me. He was groaning with each spasm and twist of my orgasm. I screamed out and he tangled his fingers into my hair. He pumped continiously and we stayed on cloud nine forever. I whimpered so loud, begging for it to never end.
"Please, oh god." I moaned. He bit my neck softly and I hissed with the passion and pain. Oh god, Dean. He began to cum once more inside of me, my feet and legs wrapped around his waist and I pulled him into my arms.
"Oh Dean."
"Emily."
The last breath came from my body as the wave smashed against my body and spread from my toes to the tips of my fingers, knocking me dizzy and sleepy.
"Oh god Dean." I moaned my back arched. He kissed my neck softly and we collapsed in a heap on the bed. I felt his chest raising up and down quickly. I curled up against him sheet wrapped around my legs. His arms cradled me against his side. I felt this pressure inside my chest as if I wanted to cry for pure joy. I couldn't cry because it would look ridiculous... but it had just been so beautiful. So beautiful. I could now begin to breath in small even breaths.
"I'm glad they left... I'm pretty sure we made enough noise for the next state to know what we were doing." He whispered. We began to giggle as if we were high off a hit.
"I don't even care. Dean. I could care less what happens from here. I'm... it's... I can't even..." I laughed quietly.
"I know." I laid my head onto his chest. I love him. I love Dean Winchester.