Sam sat the small wooden table, the familiar sight of him with his laptop open and a pile of open books next to him did little to comfort Dean.
Taking a long cooling drink from his beer bottle he couldn't help but think about Bea, and thinking of Bea bought with it the feeling he'd experienced when he'd put his hand on her shoulder. The electric feeling of need, of lust he had got from touching her was reminiscent of the first fumblings he'd ever had with a girl. Excitement and overwhelming terror.
"Earth to Dean" a rolled up piece of paper hit him on the head "Don't you go all tranced out on me too!"
"Sorry" he mumbled throwing the paper back
"So I've been reading up on trances and it looks like there's a few folk tales out there" he held a small brown book in his hand as he read "One of them mentions using a trance like state to implant an idea, to change a person's thoughts to suit your own needs, it says 'And there he stood unseeing unmoving as the seed was sown' a bit like we saw out there with Bea"
Dean's head snapped up to look at Sam. "I think I know what happened"
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Dean knocked loudly on the door.
"No thank you" came the mumbled response through the door
"Open up Bea" he commanded continuing to pound the door.
He heard the sound of the lock before it opened a crack, a piercing blue eye sizing him up before opening the door fully to reveal Bea flushed and sporting a serious case of bed hair while wrapped in a sheet. She stepped back into the room her eyes never leaving his face as he followed her in.
Dean looked around at the chaos of pillows and bedding spread about the room, and he felt angry as he turned to face her closing the space between them "Where is he?" he growled
"There's no one" she panted tears threatening "He wants me to want him. I saw him out there on the road and he..." she blushed breaking their glaze to look at the floor "he touched me and now I can't seem to, I can't by myself..." words trailed off as blue eyes once again met his "I need help" she barely managed to whisper
Dean opened his eyes, the impact of what she was asking him made him take a step back. He couldn't deny he wanted her ,especially seeing her stood there before him sexy as hell
"He's the reason I now never leave the cabin, I can never say no to him, and right now I am just dying to go back out there so he can finish what he started regardless of the hell I know I'll be putting myself through afterwards. So..." a soft moan fell from her lips "...help a girl out?"
"Let me get this straight, you want me to have sex with you cause some guy cursed you out there and got your knickers all in a twist?" he asked conflicted, did he want her knowing she might be thinking of someone else
"Yep"
Silence filled the room, Bea becoming increasingly breathless at being on the receiving end of Dean's intense glare. She could see the same passion as she felt reflected back in his green eyes as he looked down to her mouth and she was desperate for him. Slowly moving her fingers to trace her lower lip she saw him shift, a slow tease spread across her lips as she said "Or... well, what's Sam up to?"
"Oh I do not think so" Dean's gravelly voice answered as he swiftly closed the gap between them pulling her up to hold her off the ground against him with one strong arm and moving them until her back was against the wall, his hand on the back of her head pulling her into a punishing kiss.
Dean could feel Bea's body shake as he pushed his mouth hard against hers, parting her lips and almost losing himself as she let his tongue in. She moved her hands to the buttons of his shirt making quick work of them as desperate as him to feel skin on skin. Dean stopped kissing her trying to catch his breath as he lowered her to the ground, his green eyes taking in her lips swollen from his kiss and making his jeans feel very tight. Reaching down he pulled the sheet away from her shaking body to see her in all her soft feminine glory.
Bea stood on her tiptoes and reached for his shirt tugging it off his broad shoulders and sighed as she took him in in all his well-defined masculine glory. Tracing her fingers along his chest down his toned stomach to his belt looking up at him once more with fire in her eyes. She no longer saw the face of the demon who had turned her on, all she saw was Dean.
He picked her up suddenly, her legs finding their way around his waist as fingers nails worked into his shoulders pulling his face to hers their kiss deepening into something Bea had never felt before. She felt the bulge of his jeans rub against her and cried out as all the excruciating pleasure that had been building spilled out of her. Her body quivered as she hang on tight to Dean panting into his shoulder.
"Well that was easy" a surprised Dean spoke into her neck as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone
"Don't worry" she laughed taking his face in her hands "I'll definitely be making you work for the next one" and she pulled him back down to her mouth.