Looking into those mesmerizing green eyes, I wait for Dean to speak. "Nic, is that really what you think happened?"
"I don't think, Dean. I know! I was in the bathroom and when I came out I saw you zipping up your pants and Jo was standing there, all euphoric and delighted. "Dean bowed his head in shame. He now knows I know exactly what happened and there is no chance denying his actions. Crossing my arms I decide to listen to whatever cockamamie take he would try to weave.
Watching him squirm and try to figure out how to explain is not my favorite thing to do. In fact, as upset as I am about the whole situation, I hate seeing him defeated like this. "Listen, I don't want to hear some crazy ass excuse, because I know what happened. You heard my story and was disgusted by it and she'd been flirty so you caved. I get it. But it hurt, Dean. It really fucking hurt!"
Dean still has his head bowed, so I continue. "I know I'm nobody. Just another one of your conquests, but I thought we were friends. And friends don't hurt each other like that."
The hurt radiating on his face was nowhere near anything I was expecting when he lifted his head and looks at me. It takes my breath away. "Sweetheart, you have it all wrong." He rests his hands on my knees. "I'm sure it looked like I ran straight to Jo, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. "The pain on his face and in his voice begins tearing down the wall I had built. "Tell me," I whisper. "What happened after you walked away?"
He lightly squeezes my knee and begins. "After you...after you told us about what happened to you, I was pissed. Not at you, but at that asshole. I walked away to get a handle on my anger. I wanted to run off and find that son of a bitch and rip him a new one. "When I thought I had calmed down enough I was headed back to you. To tell you how sorry I was that you had, had to suffer that! I wanted to hug you, comfort you, let you know I am here for you." Taking a breath, he continues. "On my way back I ran into Jo. She told me Ellen had sent her to get something, but it was on a shelf she couldn't reach. Asked me to help. So I followed her. Please believe me, if I had known what she was going to do, I wouldn't have."
"What did she do?" I asked softly.
"She took me to the storage room and walked over to one of the shelving units and pointed to the top one. When I stepped closer to see what she was pointing at, she turned and grabbed me and pulled me down into her. It happened so fast that her tongue was in my mouth before I could even blink." Listening to his side of the story, I can taste the bitterness of my temper. I am angry. Angry at Jo. Angry at Dean. Angry at myself. Looking away and out over the lot, I tried to calm myself. I did not want another re-occurrence of what took place at the Roadhouse.
Dean took my silence as permission to carry on. "As soon as I realized what she was doing, I pushed her away. I swear, Nic." Ok, I thought. That explains part of it, but I had to continue to torture myself. I couldn't just let resting dogs lie. "How did your pants get opened, then? Like I said, I saw." Dean bowed his head again, slightly shaking it. He now knew I wasn't buying his 'She came on to me story. Looking back up at me, there is something in his eyes. Annoyance? Guilt? Shame? I couldn't pinpoint it. But it was there. The tips of his ears are red and there is a light flush crawling up his neck to his cheeks.
Dean opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it and repeats the process. My heart breaks again as I sit here and watch him come up with an excuse. There isn't one and he knows it. "Come on Dean. Just admit it. You screwed her. Ok, so maybe it had nothing to do with me. But it happened and you know I know it happened. I'm just sorry that..." Using my knees, he pushes himself up and turns around. I watch as he walks back over to Baby and leans against the top. I jump as he slaps the cab. I've never seen him like this and it is beginning to scare me. "Dammit, Nicole!" As he turns, I noticeably jump, which causes Dean's whole demeanor to change.
"Baby, God! It's not what you're thinking at all." He looks at me with a sad smile. "Yes, she kissed me. Yes, I didn't react as quickly as I should have. And, Jesus, this is embarrassing." He admits, running a hand through his hair. "She was rubbing up on me and well, she grabbed me. And, geez, sometimes I can't control it. I got hard, okay. What you saw was me trying to get comfortable enough to show my face in that bar. In front of her mother! Fuck, this is embarrassing," he says with a chuckle.
I stand up and walk to him. I don't know what shifted, but I believe he is being honest. My arms hang by my sides as we stand there, staring at one reaches out and put his hand on my shoulder. Rubbing his palm down my arm, he takes my hand in his. "I'm sorry," we speak at the same time, which causes us to laugh.
With my fingers laced in Dean's, I allow him to lead me further into the junkyard. Reaching a somewhat secluded place he turns and pulls me toward him. I wrap my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest, taking in his scent. One of his hands comes under my chin, lifting my head to look me in the eyes. The vast amount of adoration I see shining there is almost enough to make my knees buckle.
I lick my bottom lip and swallow, my mouth dry. Reaching up I cup the left side of his face in my hand, offering him a loving smile. Dean's large hand comes up to cover mine giving it a squeeze as our eyes stay locked. He leans in and I stand on the tips of my toes pressing my lips to his. I moan, loving the feel of his lips against mine. His strong arms pull me close. With my chest pressed against his I run my hand through his hair.
Dean quickly spins me toward one of the cars that don't have any doors and walks me backwards. Feeling the car hit my calves I allow him to gently lay me down, never breaking our kiss. I don't know how long we lay there, tongues mapping out each other's mouths, caressing one another through our clothes. It's like we're afraid to break the kiss; that if we do the other would disappear. In this moment we are one another's life line.
When the need for oxygen becomes too much Dean pulls away from my lips, sucking in a breath. I do the same while watching his beautiful green eyes. He unties his flannel that is around my waist and gently begins tugging at my tank top. I lift my arms allowing him to remove it and watch as his eyes scan my body. There isn't a hint of disgust in his eyes, only love and admiration. The sheer amount of caring that comes from him has my breath hitching in my throat. Even after hearing my story he still looks at me the same.
I shoot up placing my lips upon his once again trying to let him know how much he means to me and how much his admiration means. He gently nips my lower lip as his deft hands work the clasp of my bra, having it off in mere seconds. One calloused hand caresses up and down my side before moving toward my breast. Dean runs a thumb over my nipple slowly moving it back and forth before finally rolling it in between his fingers. I moan into his mouth tugging lightly on his hair, which elicits a moan from him.
He once again breaks our kiss, but instead of pulling away he begins trailing hot open mouth kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he reaches my collarbone he nips at it and then licks to soothe the sting. However his trail doesn't end there, he continues downward until he reaches my breast. Dean slowly licks around my nipple, causing me to squirm and whine. Noticing how worked up I am getting he takes mercy on me and wraps his warm lips around my nipple.
Feeling him suck, nip, and flick one nipple while he rolls the other has me bucking my hips. A thin sheen of sweat had already began to build on my skin. My nipple comes loose from his mouth with a wet pop as he trails kisses toward my other breast offering it the same treatment. Heart palpitating and breaths ragged I arch my back pushing myself closer to his hot mouth. I grab his arms tight helping me lift my body upwards.
Once he is done lavishing my breasts his lips blaze a trail downwards. Reaching my belly button he dips his tongue in swirling it once causing me to squirm. I hear a breathy chuckle from him, but he never stops his movements. Dean nips at my hipbone before licking his way to the other, giving it the same treatment. I groan and throw my head back. He is worshiping my body causing my mind to go blank. I can't think of anything, but his warm hands rubbing my sides as his mouth teases my pant line.
Dean's hands move down my sides once more before undoing the button on my jeans. Holding the edge of them he slides them, along with my boy-shorts, down my legs. He stands up, allowing me to kick off my shoes so that he can pull my clothes the rest of the way off. Once again his eyes drink me in showing nothing, but his love. I whimper feeling my body heat up under his intense gaze. His tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip, causing me to groan.
There is something about the way he does it that drives me insane. Dean leans toward me once again, grabbing my left leg and begins peppering kisses upward. When he reaches my sex he takes a deep breath in letting out a moan. His tongue darts out to lick my folds not quite pushing through causing another whimper to escape me. The next time Dean's tongue flicks out he pushes past my folds licking from my clit to my entrance. The third time from my entrance to my clit and there he stays.
Pressing lightly he begins moving his tongue in a circular motion. I groan and grip his hair, but not hard enough to hurt. When he sucks my clit into his mouth I arch my back causing him to push me back down. I could easily break his hold, however, I don't want to as I was enjoying his touch almost too much. Leaving my clit he dips his tongue into my entrance making me gasp and roll my hips.
He takes my clit into his mouth again as he pushes two long thick digits into my entrance. I instantly clench around him as my orgasm is balancing precariously on the edge. With just a few more flicks of his tongue and pumps of his fingers I fall over, allowing pleasure to burst through me. White lights appear behind my eyes as I grip the seats tight, not wanting to hurt him with my strength. Dean continues working me until I come down from my wondrous high.
He then stands up, toes off his boots, and removes his own clothing. It is now my turn to admire his body in all its glory. I bite my lip watching him move back toward me. Dean grabs my right leg as he slides between them wrapping it around his waist. I place my other one around him as well. One of his hands cup my cheek rubbing his thumb over my parted lips.
Dean's eyes never leave mine as he slowly pushes his cock past my slick folds and into me. When he bottoms out he closes his eyes, stilling his movements. I know it isn't to let me adjust; it is to make the tender moment last longer. When he finally does move it is in slow languid thrusts letting me feel every inch of his cock and him feel every inch of my sex.
I wrap my legs around him tighter before pulling him down into a searing kiss. His lips part, allowing my tongue to dart into his mouth. I groan at the taste of myself. Dean continues his slow thrusts never once picking up speed. The slow build of a second orgasm is almost torturous, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Having Dean in my arms showing me just how much he still wants me despite everything was Heaven on Earth.
My walls clench around his cock making him moan into my mouth. Reaching between us he rubs my clit sending waves of pleasure through me. Warmth rushes over me as I come undone causing my body to tense and quiver. My walls flutter around his cock as a grunt leaves his lips. Feeling him swell I know it wouldn't be long until he comes as well. Dean's thrusts while still slow had lost their rhythm alerting me to his impending orgasm. After a few more pumps into me, I feel his warm seed as it coats my walls. When he comes back down he looks at me with a grin causing me to smile in return.
Dean reaches up and pulls my arm from around his neck and laces our fingers together. He leans down and places chaste kisses over my face, slowly reaching my lips. The spark that I feel as soon as our mouths meet is beyond electrifying. The sensation causes a shiver to run through my body. In his kisses, I can feel the adoration and devotion Dean is portraying. We continue kissing until I feel as though I'm going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Dean pulls back, pulls himself out of me and wriggles his body between me and the back of the seat. I turn toward him so we can both fit on the narrow bench. I use my free hand to lightly rub patterns on his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you Dean. I should have just asked you instead of assuming."
"Hey, pretty girl. I don't blame you. I would've done the same thing. Listen, can I be honest with you?" I nod my head and he continues. "I'm no good at this relationship stuff. I've had one serious girlfriend in my life. Cassie. I really liked her. I thought she might have been the one. I even opened up to tell her about the life. Hunting and all those that go bump in the night. That's how sure I was!" I lift my head and look at him, knowing he can see the surprise there.
"Yeah, I tell her about ghosts and ghouls and vamps and werewolves. I tell her that all my life has been driving cross country saving people from monsters and about the dirty, dingy motel rooms. I wanted her to know the real me. To know that I wanted her with me. But, instead she looks at me with pure disgust, tells me that if I wasn't really into it I could've just said so. Then she tells me to leave. So I did. After that, I never really thought about relationships anymore." He kisses me on the tip of my nose and wraps his arm around me, pulling me close.
"Nicole, I know I'm not a decent man. I have my hang-ups. This life isn't an apple pie life bit you already know that. You have defeated demons, actual and not. Nicole Barker, will you be my girlfriend?"