A/N: Hi everyone. I know it's been a while and I'm very sorry, but I promise to update regularly again from now on. I hope everyone's still reading this story and will enjoy the new chapter.

This chapter is for Violet Jayde Elizabeth Rose because I know how impatiently she's waiting for it, so there you go:) Also huge thanks to Dean's Dirty Little Secret, you always leave a review and it makes me really happy:)

Dean was growing irritated. She wasn't coming home. He couldn't belive it. Carmen had probably lied to him about work and was with someone else now. To get back at him for Olivia. There was no other explanation.

He downed another glass of whisky; the burning feeling it caused in his throat matched his mood. He was beyond pissed. How could she? How could Carmen do this to him?

He should have known that she wasn't as cool about Olivia showing up as she pretended to be. But why did she lie to him about it? Why wouldn't she just talk to him? Instead she was messing with his mind again and there he was, imagining the worst things possible.

He was slowly getting worked up about Carmen's absence. She was already two hours late and he was going crazy.

He poured himself another glass of whisky and continued to pace the kitchen. The thought of Carmen with another man made him sick. It wasn't even justified since he didn't do anything wrong and Carmen should know that. But apparently she thought he could be that cruel and cheat on her in her own home.

A fireball of pure fury exploded inside of him and he threw the glass across the room; it crashed on the wall and shattered into pieces, staining the black and white-checkered tiles of the kitchen floor with the amber liquid.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep his temper in control. He heard his phone he had left on the coffee table in the living room and hurried out the kitchen. Picking it up, he read Carmen's message. She had had to work late, but was on her way home now.

Dean couldn't help but let out a tortured laugh. He didn't believe her for a second, he was damn sure that she had been at some bar, cheating on him. At least she was headed home now.

He threw his phone back onto the table and went back into the kitchen to wait for Carmen's appearance.

Carmen knew she was in trouble when Dean didn't reply to her message. He was upset and she was in for the silent treatment. Or he was too busy with Olivia, but she quickly shook that thought off. It was her own fault anyway, she should have come home right after work. Now she needed to stay calm and come up with a good explanation. She had an idea what was on his mind and she had to clear the air before the tension between them fueled another fight. She didn't want to fight, she was so tired of fighting with him all the time.

Carmen sighed, parking her car she got out and headed inside. Expecting the worst, she turned off the switch, so Dean wouldn't be able to sense her feelings. She noticed his laptop and a pile of documents in the living room. With a relieved smile she realized there was no other scent in the house beside Dean's. Olivia wasn't there.

Sensing Dean's presence she followed his scent. He was leaned against the counter, his back facing her and looking out the window. Carmen's hands started to shake when she saw what state he was in. He was deeply hurt, she could feel it physically. And she hated herself for causing him so much pain.

Dean turned around when he heard her enter the room. She was hiding her feelings from him; he wasn't able to sense any emotions and the fact sparked new anger inside him. He shot her a cold look and felt a little better when she jumped almost unnoticeably. It was proof that she was feeling remorse.

Dean was more than only upset, he was boiling with rage. And god, did it turn her on. But it wasn't the right time for her lust to get in the way, so Carmen tried her best to ignore the hot feeling in her lower body. She looked around the room; the pieces of glass on the floor catching her eye. She looked back over at Dean and smiled weakly.

He was surprised by her reaction and wondered what the hell was going on. Carmen walked over to the counter; taking the bottle she poured herself a drink and took a gulp.

"Rough day, huh?" She said quietly, looking up at him, awaiting his reaction.

"Yeah." He mumbled, not looking at her. He couldn't believe how much he still wanted her even though she was playing with his feelings.

Carmen chuckled at his stubbornness and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and buried her face in his chest, breathing in his scent. This was her home, this was where she belonged. She should have never been hesitant to come to him.

Dean was speechless and a little appalled by her behaviour. That wasn't his Carmen. His Carmen never acted that way. She was loud and demanding and temperamental, but never so calm. Why wasn't she kicking his ass already? It scared him.

"I'm so sorry." Carmen mumbled, her voice muffled by his shirt. "I can't lose you, Dean. Please don't leave me."

Dean's heart broke at her words. She had been with another man and even confessing it now. He freed himself from her embrace and took a step back, glaring at her.

"I thought you were here with Olivia." Carmen explained softly and shook her head, obviously devastated.

"I didn't sleep with her. She left right after you." Dean said quietly but Carmen could hear the aggressive undertone.

"I know that now. But I feared..."

"You were there, too. Right? When we had that talk in the hallway? You asked me to get rid of her and I did!" Dean yelled, unable to stay calm any longer.

"And you think I would lie to you about that?"

Dean's words tore with a brutal force through her and Carmen realized that she had screwed up big time. He was slipping farther away from her with every passing second, she was indeed losing him this time. He was standing only two feet away from her yet he seemed so far away.

It was even worse that Carmen didn't protest or respond; she was simply standing still and not saying a word, just letting him yell. Dean swallowed hard, coming to the conclusion Carmen wasn't willing to defend herself, she was giving up, just like that.

"You don't trust me at all, do you? You think I would hurt you like that? So you've made sure to hurt me first, right?"

Next thing she knew, he was out the kitchen, already halfway through the living room. Carmen snapped out of her trance and took after him, quickly catching up with him.

"Dean, please...this has nothing to do with you, I...I just..." Why couldn't she think of the right words? Which were the right words to make his pain go away? How could she explain how insecure she really was? Carmen couldn't focus on one rational thought, her mind was overstrained.

Suddenly Dean spoke up again, annoyed by the whole situation. "Tell me who he is."

Silence.

Carmen looked at him wide-eyed, completely dumbstruck. "What?" She had no idea what Dean was talking about.

"Just give me a name, I promise I won't kill the bastard."

Carmen felt as if she had missed some part of the conversation. Slowly, she began to understand what Dean's problem really was and why he was so pissed.

"Oh my..." She breathed out and stepped closer. "I haven't been with someone else today, I didn't cheat on you."

"Yeah, right." Dean huffed, his eyes boring into hers. "Just tell me who the fuck he is already. I bet you picked him up at your usual bar."

"No." Carmen snarled, her calm voice turned into an animalistic sound. "I've been working til six and then I wandered around for a few hours. I needed some time to think!"

He didn't believe her, she could see it in his eyes. In fact, he got even angrier. The hot feeling was present in the room. Dean snapped. He grabbed Carmen's arm roughly and pushed her into the wall, looking down at her menacingly, his eyes dark with fury and hunger.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." He growled, making sure she heard every word. Their faces were mere inches apart and he had her arm in a vice-grip; he could feel her shivering with both, fear and lust.

"Stop playing your games, woman. If you don't stop fucking with my mind, I swear to god, I will kill you with my bare hands."

Carmen straightened up, looking him straight in the eye. Without hesitation she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Dean recovered quickly and pulled her close, clashing his mouth to hers. His desire had finally taken control and he wasn't willing to fight it any longer. With a deep moan, Carmen capitulated as well, holding onto him she gave into the demanding heat.

Dean dragged her to the stairs; Carmen desperately clinged onto the bannister but wasn't able to hold her balance and they ended up on the first steps. He pushed her down roughly, hiking her dress up impatiently to get to the naked flesh beneath. Parting her legs, he moved between her thighs to press his aching length to her center.

Carmen let out a deep moan, shaking hands wandering down to unbutton Dean's pants. They were both feverish; aching to touch the other and satisfy a primal need. Dean buried his hands in her hair when she took him in her hand, a strangled groan coming from his lips.

Carmen stroked him a few times teasingly and then stopped. "I hate you." Dean squinted his eyes at her. Carmen looked up at him with an innocent smile.

"Right back at you, honey." She moved her hands underneath his shirt, nails raking over the naked skin. Hissing at the bittersweet pain, Dean left her lips and licked down her throat and neck, looking for a good artery. He couldn't wait to claim her again.

"I can smell your arousal. You're so fucking ready for me, aren't you, baby?" He whispered hotly in her ear, tugging the strap of her dress down to lick the exposed skin. Carmen shivered and gasped at the feel of Dean's hot tongue. His hands made their way down, pushing her panties out of the way.

Carmen whimpered and dug her nails into his chest, desperately keeping her desires in control. "Yes...god, Dean. Please...fuck me." She breathed heavily, already on the verge of frenzy. Dean chuckled, hearing the need in her voice and smelling the lust pouring off of her, knowing he was the only one who could satisfy her every want. He yanked her legs up, wrapping them around his waist and slammed into her, her wonderful tightness welcoming him.

Carmen threw her head back, letting out a scream as Dean's length filled her completely and succumbed to the inexplicable wonderful feelings that washed over her. Dean started to move instantly, his powerful and perfect thrusts giving Carmen immense pleasure, driving her closer and closer to the abyss.

The fact that they were both still dressed added to the fire that was burning through their veins, driving them crazy. Carmen dug her four-inch heels into Dean's ass, matching his rapid movements. The steps beneath her hit her back hard with every thrust, but she didn't feel the pain nor did she care; completely wrapped up in the overwhelming emotions she switched her rational thoughts off.

"Yes...Dean. Harder...oh god." She moaned, biting down onto her bottom lip. "So fucking good, baby."

Dean's voracious hunger for her awoke, seeing her trembling and writhing beneath him, her perfect neck exposed to him. Carmen felt his hot breath on her skin and started to purr in anticipation, hungrily awaiting his bite. When she felt his sharp fangs penetrate her skin, Carmen squeezed her eyes shut and cried out in pleasure. Dean groaned when her smooth skin yielded under the pressure of his fangs, giving him access to the sweet vein.

Carmen panted heavily as Dean drank her blood, marking her all over again and renewing their bond. She couldn't take it any longer; the rhythmic friction and sucking was otherworldly, bringing her closer to the edge. She had the feeling as if an inferno was starting to build in her abdomen that was about to burst and burn her whole body alive.

Dean felt her walls clench around him in a vice grip and he quit drinking her blood to keep her from coming, claiming her lips in a violent kiss instead. Carmen's protest turned into a throaty sound when she tasted her own blood in Dean's mouth.

"Fuck...Dean...you're killing me." She breathed out and he flashed her a devilish smile and picked up the pace, not able to hold out any longer. Her wonderful legs wrapped tightly around him and her sweet tightness forcing him to let go was too much. He needed to come. And he needed her to come.

With a low growl his hands gripped her hips firmly, tilting them up, so he could thrust even deeper into her. Carmen lifted herself up onto her elbows for more leverage, moving in sync with Dean's relentless hard thrusts, driving high-pitched noises out of her. He knew she was fucking close.

"Yes...yes, yes, yes!" She chanted breathlessly, all control completely lost. Dean came hard and felt Carmen fall apart at the same time, body shaking violently, her own climax washing over her just as hard.

Dean collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck and breathing heavily, feeling Carmen's ragged breathing echoing in his ear. He took her by surprise by capturing her lips in a slow but deep and desperate kiss.

"We need to get to the bedroom for the next round, sweetheart." He said quietly against her lips, smiling down at her and Carmen sighed blissfully. "Oh god, yes."

Dean chuckled at her response and got up, pulling her up with him and heading upstairs.