Dean was sitting on the motel bed watching the lightning of the summer storm striking in the distance. It had been a long hunt and he was taking some much needed relaxing time. Just sitting on the bed with the window half open to fill the room with the smell of the fresh rain. The low rumbles filling the quiet room. He turned his head to check on Sam, the kid was terrified of storms. If he only knew how much worse was out there in the world. Dean knew it would only be a matter of time before Sam woke up and starting freaking out. Sure enough, Sam was on the bed next to him shaking with the cover over his head in no time. Something in him would not let him leave his brother to be scared under the blankets. Yes, as his father would say. There is a hell of a lot more scary out there then a damn storm so smarten up, but Sam was genuinely afraid right now, and someone needed to help him. So Dean placed his hand on top of Sam's shoulder through the blanket. "It's okay Sammy, I will keep you safe." He said softly, lightly rubbing his shoulder as he cried into the bed.
"It's just a little rumbles, nothing is going to hurt you," Dean said as he laid down under the covers and wrapped an arm around Sam. Something warm and sticky met his arm, though, causing him to get up and look at his hands. Even in the dim light of the room he could see the thick coat of red all over his arm. No, no, no… Dean started to panic as he pulled back the covers and saw Sam lying there, his clothing torn, and blood everywhere. "Sam… oh God." He said, full on panic spreading through him as he watched his brother shake. Sam screamed loudly as he turned around and looked Dean straight in the eyes. Dean was frozen he could not even think. There had to be something to fix this. A soft voice started coming through the air, seeming to come from nowhere. Was that… his name? It sure sounded like it. The voice was getting louder until finally he felt something shake him and he opened his eyes and saw a woman in front of him.
All he noticed were those bright blue eyes at first, they were full of concern and a little bit of fear. Watching him carefully, as the world slowly came into focus. The wavy blonde hair, light skin, the eyes… The events of last night started coming back to him and he blinked, frowning a little as the woman, or Clara rather, moved from in front of his face to laying beside him. "Sorry, I didn't have time to warn you about the nightmares before I passed out," Dean explained as he bit his lip nervously and looked over at Clara next to him. "It probably freaked me out more than it did you if that makes it better." He added, shaking his head and reaching an arm around Clara. Trying to stop the tears that were burning at his eyes at the thought of going another day living with the fact that his brother is stuck in hell with Michael and Lucifer in a cage. Being tortured and God knows what while he sits here in bed with a beautiful woman. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as his heart started racing.
"You know I was not expecting for you to still be here in the morning. You seem kind of like a wham, bam, thank you mam type." Clara said, causing Dean to open his eyes and looked over at the woman. Watching her as she gave him the same smile from yesterday, the one that did not quite reach her eyes; yet still lit up her face. The one that caused the shooting pain in his chest from the memories of the last time someone genuinely smiled at him. How he would never see that dimpled goofy smile again. It was painful, yet he could not help but give her a smile back of his own. It was small and rather weak, but it was more of an actual smile than he had given in a while. Clara's light touches on his chest as she lightly traced patterns on his skin only further relaxed his frayed nerves as he watched her carefully. "I guess I could have just taken you back to your place too." She added, causing Dean to smile a little more at her.
Dean watched Clara for a moment and her seemingly endless smile, noticing the puffs of air she was letting out to try and move a piece of hair out of her face. With a small chuckle, he reached over and moved the piece, tucking the hair behind her ear. "Better?" Dean asked as he smiled at Clara when she nodded and wrinkled her nose a little at him. "To be fair we were both pretty tired after that very thorough workout last night slash early morning." He said, watching Clara as she sat up and watched him. "What are you up..." His words were cut off when their lips crashed together, bringing any thoughts that might be on his mind to the soft lips pressing against him. They just laid there for a moment, lips locked in a deep kiss as Dean's hands rested on the small of her back. It was not long before Clara's lips trailed kissed down Dean's jaw to the sensitive skin of his neck. "Got to say you have the most active sex drive I have ever had the pleasure of being subjected to," Dean commented, tilting his head a little to give Clara more access to the sensitive skin.
The soft nips and soothing kisses had him closing his eyes, trying to focus on how good those kisses felt. Only to have them fly open as her teeth sunk into his skin softly and she sucked at the pulse point. Dean did not even care about the mark that he was going to have later, all he cared about his increasing blood flow south. Slowly he ghosted his hands over Clara's sides, feeling a shiver through her body. It was not going to take long at all to have her worked up and pouncing on him. When Dean made it to her chest and started massaging softly, she was already making soft moans into his skin. Her movements stopping altogether. He grinned widely, rolling her nipples between his knuckles as she panted a little. Only to have her suddenly grab his hands and put them on the headboard. "Stay, or I will bring out the cuffs," Clara said firmly despite a flush spreading across her cheeks, and her lips red, swollen a little from the kisses.
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing," Dean asked as he grabbed the bottom of her headboard to stop himself from touching. The only response he got was more kisses down his neck, with soft nips at the collar bone. Dean's hands gripped the wood as he struggled to restrain himself while she moved down his torso. His breathing faltering when she started nipping at his hipbone. Using every bit of self-control he could muster not to put his hands in those beautiful locks of hair. "You are going to be the death of me, woman." He said, his voice husky and strained.
Clara's laugh met his ears and he looked down at her only to see that she was crouched over Dean, like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse. "You are in very capable hands, or mouth actually." She explained, making Dean groan a little at the thought of those swollen lip around him. Breathing speeding up as he watched her hover over him, those soft hands spreading his legs apart before settling between them. "Relax and enjoy yourself," Clara said to him, her thumbs brushing the inside of his thighs. God, she was driving him crazy. He did not get much more time to think before the feeling of her tongue circling him made his control break; his hands flying into her hair and tangling in the soft strands.
That damn mouth, as good as it felt last night through his slight buzz, this was so much better. Dean's fingers tightened in Clara's hair as he panted a little, urging her head to go faster with his hand. His head hitting the pillows as he felt the muscles in the back of her throat hit him. It was more of a growl than a moan that left him this time as his eyes closed, just focusing on not losing it right there. It became more of a struggle as Dean's felt himself hit the back of her throat again. Crying out and losing himself for a moment as his hips bucked. The sound of gagging brought Dean out of his haze and he looked over at Clara to see her coughing a little. "Shit, are you alright?" Dean asked as he sat up and rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry." He added, the guilt filling him taking over any bliss that was felt before.
"Yeah, I'm good," Clara said, giving him a smile as her hand ran over the inside of his thighs. He still felt the guilt of causing her to gag weighing on him till he looked into those beautiful eyes. Just getting lost in them as the sat there for a moment. Before he could say anything Clara was speaking again. "Now, it would just be cruel for me to leave you hanging like this." She said, her hands firm on his shoulders and pushing him back down onto the bed. Just looking into her eyes, seeing the lust and passion in them mixed with something he could not figure out... It was enough to make him forget about anything but the hand that was squeezing him firmly. Moaning loudly when her mouth replaced the hand. God, she was so good, it felt so good. It was not long at all with the things she was doing with her tongue and the massaging, he was on the brink in no time. Quickly tapping her head to warn Clara before his head tossed back and the pure ecstasy ran through him.
Loud breathing was all that could be heard in the room as Dean looked over at Clara next to him on the bed, just smirking a little and watching him. "That was one hell of a good morning," Dean said as he watched her and smiled as she laughed. That laugh that he just could not keep the smile off his face every time he heard, the pure joy captured in it shining through. The buzz from Clara's morning welcome did not last long, though. All too soon he felt reality sink in. The fact that there was no brother in a motel room to go back to. No hunt that he had to rush off to after Sam called him...it was all gone. "You know I was looking for a distraction but it's also more than that." He started, looking at Clara and clearing his throat before starting again. "I just needed to be around a friendly face, just have company again."
Dean frowned a little and slowly sat up on the bed, leaning against the wall as Clara sat up next to him. It was quiet for a moment, both of them just in their own thoughts. When he glanced over at her he saw that she was still smiling at him, but this was not the infectious one it usually was. It was sad and pained, the thought that he might have done anything to cause it was chewing at his mind as Dean watched her. "I can understand the need for company. I've been alone for a while now, just sitting here by myself...it's very hard sometimes." Clara said as she scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
There was something about the thought of Clara being all on her own that did not sit well with him, that beautiful face and bubbly personality being trapped inside this apartment seemed almost like a cruel punishment to him. He just ran a hand through Clara's hair and sat up, pulling her into his lap and leaning on the wall. Sitting there in silence before Clara spoke up again. "I made some pretty big mistakes and I can't take them back. So just being with someone who isn't judging me and makes me forget what a truly awful person I am... it's more than a welcome change. Even if it is temporary." She explained, causing Dean's head to shake as he ran a hand through her hair again, playing with the strands between his fingers.
He did not doubt that Clara had been through a lot in her life, that much was brutally obvious at this point. To be fair he knew just about as much about her as she did him, which was really nothing besides the fact that they both had issues. "Clara, honestly, I've seen real evil and many horrible people. Trust me when I say that you are not a bad person. You're just a fragile, healing, caring person." Dean said as he turned her head with his hand. Looking her in the eyes, just sharing a look for a moment as they looked into each other's eyes, blue meeting green.
A frown spread across Clara's face as she broke eye contact with him and shook her head. "Sometimes looks can be deceiving." She said, biting her lip which was still glistening with what she swallowed earlier. Dean just watched Clara, sighing softly and running a hand up and down her back. "I killed my boyfriend," Clara said as she shook a little, giving away that something just broke inside her. He just pulled her close and placed kisses in her hair as she spoke again. "Max was drunk and called me to take him home from a party. We were arguing and I took my eyes off the road for a second... this truck came out of nowhere and t-boned us." She explained, trailing off as her breath hitched and tears started streaking down those soft cheeks.
Dean sighed as he pulled Clara close and just held her. Knowing that there was nothing that he could say to make her hate what she had become any less. So he settled for the only thing that he could do and just held her while she cried. Tried to comfort her in what little way that he could. "You know, no matter what happened or who did what, you can't change it. All you can do is try to move on and make up for what you did in whatever way you can." Dean said softly, rubbing what he hoped were soothing circles on her back. "I also don't think that you're a bad person over one mistake that you made," Dean added as he tucked her head under his head. Just holding Clara for a moment before she pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "I made so many mistakes, they all lead me to one crappy end, with no family or anyone to stand by me." He explained as his eyes looked deep into hers, the misery and pain clear in their depths.
It was a long time before Clara moved and lightly pressed her lips against Dean's in a sweet lingering kiss. Dean had no idea why he gave this woman that he might never see again so much information. Maybe it was the fact that he probably would not see her again, or that feeling of comfort and understanding that he felt around Clara. Either way, what he said seemed to have calmed her down and helped put everything back in place. "That damn being human thing and the flaws can be really annoying." Clara joked, her voice still a little shaky and she smiled at him. Just pressing close to Dean for a moment and hugging him tightly. "Let's go make pancakes." She said, nuzzling Dean's neck and slowly getting up off his lap. Sure he was probably going to be gone in the afternoon, but for now in this moment, it was about Clara and him. Just forgetting for a while and having a fun time. So he just let go of everything and smiled at Clara as they got out of bed.