Djinn Dreams 7

I rolled over and felt Dean's leg against my back. I growled and pushed him over making him snore slightly before going back to his noiseless slumber. I rolled over and faced him. I pulled the covers up closer around my chin and smiled at him.

He looked so young and soft asleep. He looked like my Dean as opposed to the kick ass, hard as a rock Winchester he was in the day time. I brushed a lock of his hair from his soft face, contemplating a haircut. His eyes fluttered at my touch. I knew just behind those thick lashed lids were deep and loving green eyes. Those eyes could burn my skin and make my heart stop in the same look. Beautiful, beautiful eyes. I traced his lips with my fingertips so softly he didn't move. How many times had those lips pressed against mine? How many times had his teeth bit my lower lip in the heat of the moment? Kissing the hallow of my neck, trailing down my chest? Shivering at the memories I let out a breath that woke him from his sleep. Those wide green eyes glowed through the dark, staring back at me.

"Hey." I whispered softly smiling.

"Wassa madder?" He mumbled, eyes filled with confusion and sleep. I smiled and shook my head.

"Nothing, go back to sleep." I whispered. He blinked but kept staring at me. His hand slid out from under the cover and folded over mine. He smiled and pulled me closer, kissing my forehead.

"What are you awake for?" He asked.

"Uncomfortable." I whispered back. He rested his cheek against my forehead. His hand ran over my growing stomach and smiled.

"Normal right?" He asked.

"Yeah, I need to get one of those body pillows I think." I sighed. Dean chuckled, his breath now tickling my ear.

"You don't need a body pillow sweetheart, you've got me." He whispered in a deep voice. I watched his eyes flash with that cheeky attitude I'd grown to love.

"Mmmmm." I smiled as his hand ran down my leg.

"Best in the business," he murmured.

"Oh really?"

"Yep," He said kissing my neck.

"Dean... I'm... Now?" I whispered pushing him back a little.

"Why not now? You've got a body pillow, willing to make you comfortable, and lay you out." He grinned, hair sticking up as he propped himself up on his elbow.

"I don't... look awesome..." I mumbled. It indeed had been a while since I had took up use of my body pillow, but only because the stretching and weight had taken a toll on me.

"What?" He asked shocked.

"I'm all blown up." I whispered back looking away and scooting from him.

"What?"

"Dean!"

"I'm just in shock... because honestly, you've never looked sexier in my life right now. Good god." He whispered sitting up staring at me.

"You are insane." I said looking up at him.

"No, you are." He said kissing me. His hands slid my nightshirt from my shoulder, kissing my collarbone.

"Dean." I whispered.

"Shhhh..." He whispered as he pulled it off completely, exposing the mean red stretch marks, and my embarrassed face. He stared at me like I was the Mona Lisa. I felt my breath break and tears formed in my eyes. He kissed them away whispering how beautiful I was in my ear.

His hands cupped my breasts in his hands, they now overflowed from them, instead of fitting comfortably. He let out a boyish chuckle as his thumb brushed against my already sensitive nipples. I moaned softly as he took one into his warm mouth. His hot lips pressed against my cool skin. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as he sucked and caressed. He kissed each red stretch mark tracing each with his calloused fingertips.

"God Emily. You will never understand what you do to me." He groaned as my thigh brushed against him. He brushed my hair from my face and pulled my panties down as he kissed me. I moaned as his hands ran down my thighs, making my back arch. He released a loud breath as I put my hands on his chest. I ran them across his bare shoulders. I kissed his freckles and scars, I nipped at his neck. If he was going to pull me on a ride I was taking him too. He groaned as my nails ran down his back. His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. It was then those deep green eyes started to burn my skin. I gasped in pleasure as his fingers circled slowly and teasingly.

"Damn Dean. You know I hate that." I moaned.

"Liar."

"Shut up." I moaned again as he continued more passionately this time. He chuckled as he kissed between my breasts. I felt his warm breath against my skin as I slipped his boxers off. I slung them across the room.

"You know I hate that." He whispered looking to see where they went grinning. I snickered and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him to me. Our lips joined, heated and eager for the taste of each other. I loved Dean Winchester, I loved him more than the world.

"I love you." He whispered between kisses, as if he read my mind.

"Hmmmm Dean, I love you." I said, "I love you so much."

He angled his body over me and we froze as my belly connected with his, leaving a gap between us. We stared at each other in a minute of silence before bursting into laughter. He rolled off of me laughing softly.

"Well that killed the mood." I laughed with tears coming to my eyes.

"Not really." He whispered putting his hand on my smooth stomach. I smiled as he kissed me softly. I rolled over and he gasped in my forwardness. He grinned as I winked at him. I bent down and kissed him and swung my leg over him, so I was straddling him. He groaned out as he seen my intentions.

"You are beautiful." He whispered brushing my hair from my face. I chuckled and kissed him again. My long hair swept across his bare chest giving him goosebumps. "Damn Emily." He grunted as I put my hands on his shoulders kissing his neck.

"Dean, shh." I said putting my finger on his lips roughly.

"Oh you're making me all tingly." He commented snarkily.

"I make you feel more if you don't shut up." I hissed in his ear and he stopped laughing eyes growing wide in lust.

"I like this you." He grinned.

"That's it Dean." I growled making him laughed as I nipped his neck. He moaned as I eased back, his hips thrusting out in desire. I gasped as we joined sending an electric jolt across the surface of my skin. He moaned out as my hair draped around him. His hands ran down my sides, settling around my waist guiding me. My hands gripped his strong shoulders. He kissed me deeply and I had to break the kiss as a small wave settled in the pit of my stomach sending my back arching and my head leaning back.

"Hmm baby." He whispered running his hands through my hair as I came back from the moment.

"God Dean this is... this is magic." I whispered surprised by the small orgasm that had already stunned me. This was the best sex we'd ever had. He kissed my breasts.

"I know," He grunted as I tightened around him. His thrusts became wild and he couldn't help but smile up at me. He knew, the bastard knew what he was doing to me, sending me into the air like this and he loved it.

"You're such a dick." I groaned as he finally began to fill me with the length of him.

"A beautiful dick though."

"Yes." I moaned as his hands slid across my clit sending goosebumps all over. My toes curled. I rubbed his bare chest with my hands wishing I could tease him relentlessly as he was doing to me. Then I realized I could with my attitude. I grinned at him sultrily.

"Oh..." He gasped.

"Dean..." I whispered bending low to his ear. He grunted as his thrusting missed a beat. I chuckled in success. I was trying to steady my breath but I was beginning to whimper at the feeling of him. I had bent in a very pleasurable position.

"Backfired." He whispered holding me in his arms. I let out a cry as his kissed my hot neck. He slung my hair over my shoulder and kissed, and sucked.

"Deaaan." I whimpered.

"My pleasure is this Emily." He whispered, "Doing this to you." I felt my heartbeat begin to race.

"Dean... god Dean..." I purred in his ear. I bit his earlobe softly making him gasp in desire. I felt our hot skin burning together and things began to turn white. I gasped closing my eyes as I hit the first wall of pleasure.

"No no no, open your eyes." He whispered pumping fiercely now. I obeyed and stared into those deep eyes. I cried out a bit loudly than normal as he bucked. The tsunami of the orgasm smashed into me. I screamed out shockingly. Dean grunted as I kissed him, eyes still open, watching his beautiful face.

"Emily you... will be the death... of... me..." He gasped his hands running up and down my body. I felt the peak of my orgasm nearing and I began whimpering. How much pleasure can a woman take before she explodes?

"Dean I can't..." I gasped giddy. He let out a gasp as his hips jerked.

"I'm going..." He huffed.

"Dean!" I gasped.

"I'm..."

"Dean."

"I love you. Damn." He gasped before thrusting one last time deep and arching his back. I felt his muscles convulse under my fingers and the feeling of his experience pushed me over the edge. I gasped as his tight muscles crawled under mine. He whispered words that I didn't hear over my gasping. I curled my toes so tight they had burned and gone numb, my back arched, my mouth open in a gasp of pleasure. Dean's hands gripped my sides so tight I thought I might brake. Would this moment ever end?

I felt as heat and a velvet feeling covered every inch of my skin. Dean pulled me closer as the wave began to end.

I collapsed into his eager and tired arms. My head lolled for a moment as my muscles registered numb and tingled all over.

"Emily?" Dean whispered.

"I'm fine Dean... just... shocked." I whimpered. He pulled me close, my head laying on his heaving chest.

"HOLY SHIT." He gasped loudly. His hand tangled in my hair as he laughed in his own giddy moment. I couldn't move until the entire wave of pleasure had settled and was gone. Dean's fingers were making circles on my bare back and I let out the built up air in my lungs.

"What the hell Dean." I whispered.

"I don't even know." He said still giggling like a school boy. "You're eyes, you were... god so beautiful Em." He whispered.

"I just wish I could do to you what you do for me." I whispered back.

"What?" He asked.

"You... your teasing and perfection." I whispered. He looked at me confused.

"You do that every time you look at me." He said.

"It's not the same Dean." I said.

"Why do you think I wanted to look you in the eyes. Because in that moment you are single handily the most beautiful thing on this earth. It's enough to drive a man insane." He said running a hand through his own hair. "You honestly think you don't do anything for me? I mean come on look at me, I can barely breathe right now, I'm laughing like a little boy and you're looking at me again, oh my god." He groaned, his hand caressing my jawline. I smiled and looked away. "No." He pulled me up by my arms to face him and he stared into my eyes until I began to doze off. He kissed my forehead gently, wrapping his arms around me, hand settled on my stomach.

Dean shuffled into the kitchen around eleven o'clock. He yawned stretching up to touch the door frame of the kitchen.

"Morning sunshine!" Sam said smiling from behind his mug. I had my suspicions that Sam and Jen had heard me scream last night and I flushed.

"Hey moose." Dean said. Sam's nostril's flared at the name given to him by Crowley. He walked over to the island where I was pouring a mug for him and wrapped his warm arms around me.

"Good morning." He hummed in my ear.

"Good morning!" I said smiling. Sam looked at us brows raised and lips pursed slightly.

"Sleep well?" Sam asked us.

"Oh fantastic Sammy!" Dean said grinning.

"I figured. Sounds like you had a quiet night then." Sam said drinking from his mug. Dean looked at him unimpressed.

"Actually Miss Emily was screaming all night my boy." Dean said making a clicking noise and raising his brows while shaking his shoulders. Sam choked on his coffee and spat it out. I smacked Dean against the side of the head.

"What? It's not like he didn't know, might as well fill him in on the juicy bits." Dean said grinning as he leaned up against the counter. His legs crossed at the ankles and he folded his arms. God he was hot.

"No, no I'm fine thank you." Sam finally said through his coughing.

"Are you sure because god Sam, this woman... oh man. She did this little..." Dean groaned but Sam stood up, knocking the chair over as he fled from the room. Dean laughed after him and I shook my head at him.

"What is wrong with you?" I laughed.

"That's what he gets." Dean said kissing me.

"You are mean."

"Ah, I am." he grinned impishly, "However, you were beautiful last night. Man." He said shaking his head before taking a seat at the table.

"Dean!" I said blushing. He just snickered into the newspaper.

"What in the world did you two do to Sam?" Jen asked moments later. Dean winked at me.

"Nothing, Dean being a dick." I said.

"A beautiful dick though." He said looking over at me and I raised my brows at him. He snickered again tongue peeking out.

"Do I want to know?" Jen asked grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

"Depends Jen." Dean said twirling around in his seat.

"NO!" I yelled making Dean laugh.

"Whoa there." Jen said surprised. Dean watched me as he backed out of the kitchen proud of himself. I shook my head as he snickered. "What's got into him?" Jen asked.

"Nothing Jen, believe me you don't want to know." I smiled.

"Oh, god." Jen squealed.

"What?"

"He got laid!" She laughed.

"Shut up!" I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh my god." She giggled, "He got laid last night didn't he? That's why he's in a good mood!"

"Jen if you don't be quiet he will come back and fill you in on details like he did Sam." I said shaking my hands at her. Jen began laughing so hard no sound was coming out.

"How was it?" She finally asked after she collected herself.

"Jen we're treading dangerous waters here." I said smiling.

"Oh damn, that good?" She said.

"JEN!"

"I'm just sayin'" She said tossing her hands up. I walked over to the sink where dishes were stacked up from the night earlier.

"Come on..." I said.

"Fine, I won't."

"Good."

"Okay so how are you feeling? Any morning sickness anymore?" She asked.

"No I think we're..." I said but cutting off with a scream as a knife sunk into my hand. Jen let out a scream scared from my scream. I pulled my hand back and the knife sliced making me scream in pain.

"Shit!" I screamed grabbing a towel, tears falling from my eyes. Dean barged into the room in a bathrobe weilding a lamp.

"Where?" He yelled scanning the room. Jen screamed at the sight of Dean with a... weapon... and sent Dean spinning around throwing the lamp as hard as he could. It soared across the room and smashing into shards against the doorway Sam had just appeared in.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" He yelled in a deep husky voice.

"STOP!" I screamed. The blood was soaking through the towel. Everyone realized there was no immediate danger and calmed down. That is until they seen my gushing hand.

"I cut my hand." I said when Dean vaulted over the island.

"On what? A lawn mower?" He asked shocked when he unwrapped the towel.

"Ha ha! The knife in the sink. I went to clean dishes. I didn't see it." I replied.

"God damn it Sam!" Dean said showing him the large hunting knife.

"Oh... that's where it went." Sam whispered.

"I'm sorry, but Dean..." Jen said interrupting, "You just barged in here with a fucking lamp."

"So?"

"You live in a massive weapon bunker and you choose a lamp as your first line of offence?" She asked.

"Well shit Jen." I said throwing my hands up and wincing as blood splattered on the cupboard near me.

"Well, I mean..." Dean said shrugging.

"I think we should focus on my bleeding hand right now." I yelled.

"Right. Come on, we'll stitch it up." Dean said.

"What?! You!?" I asked shocked.

"Now you're going to freak out over medical care? You're having a child and you're going to freak out now?" Sam asked.

"I just... I'm not a Winchester, my skin isn't made of iron. I feel pain." I said. Dean retorted slightly like he was offended but chose to let it go.

"I've got an idea." Jen said. She closed her eyes and bent her head.

"You're going to sleep?" Dean asked.

"Shut up I'm praying." She said.

"Oh yeah, because god solves ALL the worlds problems." Sam chuckled.

"I'm not praying to God you ass!" She said.

"Oh," Dean said, "I can handle this. I'm more than capable than stitching someone up. I've been doing it for years."

"She's pregnant. I don't want any chance of infection." Jen snapped opening her eyes. There was a ruffle of wings outside the door and Cas poked his head into the crowded kitchen. Dean sighed and looked over at him.

"What happened?" Castiel asked walking over and taking my hand into his. He stared down at the large wound. His blue eyes searched my skin for something as if he could see the signs of infectious germs or something.

"I cut myself on Sam's knife." I said shrugging. Castiel's eyes grew wide.

"Sam, what did you use that on?" Cas asked his voice a deep gravely tone.

"Just a..." Sam paused, "A djinn..."

Dean looked over at Sam shocked.

"Sam! You didn't..." He said shocked.

"I left it there, I was going to come back and wash it... I didn't think..." He stopped. I looked down at my hand.

"What's going to happen?" I whispered.

"Nothing too bad... I'm going to carry you to the living room Em." Dean said eyes worried.

"What's going to happen?" I said sternly.

"We didn't kill the djinn that the knife stabbed." Sam whispered.

"Meaning?" Jen asked.

"Meaning his poison his still on the blade, it's still active and is going to be coursing through your vains in seconds." Castiel said gripping my shoulders. He stared into my eyes.

"The baby." I said terrified.

"I don't know." He whispered back.

"You don't know?" Dean yelled.

"No! We don't handle djinn's Dean! Hunters do!" Castiel snapped back. Sam's face crumpled in guilt.

"Sam, don't... I'm fine, I'm going to be fine."

"Theoretically she should be fine. Without the djinn to feed on her she's protected from more poison to enter her system. What ever sleep she'll enter won't last long. It'll be like she's gone to sleep and is dreaming." Castiel said.

"But the baby? What happens to the baby?" Dean asked.

"I don't know Dean." He said shaking his head.

"God damn it." He said kicking the table.

"They share a blood stream, the blood that is flowing through her is essentially the childs." Cas said softly. Dean lifted me into his arms and carried me into the living room in case I should fall into the Djinn's sleep while walking. He didn't want me to fall and hurt me or the baby.

Sam walked off to his room, and I sent Jen after him. Cas left to seek advice. Dean sat down on the floor beside me and stared into my eyes. He clasped my hand in both of his, pressing it against his lips. I smiled small.

"Started with a Djinn Dean, wonder how it ends." I smiled large tears in my eyes.

"Stop it. Seriously. You're not going to die." He said looking at me.

"I didn't mean me Dean." I whispered sobbing rubbing my stomach.

"You're going to be fine. They are going to be fine!" He said reaching out and taking that hand too.

"Dean... if something..."

"STOP!" He yelled forcefully making me flinch.

"You're fine. He's probably wrong, I mean you're not even getting all coma like." He said looking at me with tears in his eyes.

"I'm..." I paused. I was tired... really tired. How long had I slept last night? Wow. I yawned making Dean shake his head fiercely.

"No." He yelled. I jolted awake realizing I was slipping under.

"No Dean, no!" I sobbed.

"I'm here Emily. I'll be right here. I'll be there too." He whispered crying.

"NO! Don't take the dream root Dean. Don't. You know you almost died last time, promise me. PROMISE ME!" I yelled. He promised me. He kissed me and I held his hand as the sleepiness began more pressing.

"Dean if something happens, please... please... just..."