When you woke, Dean was gone. The only thing that gave you any clue of where he was was the sound of the TV blaring in the other room. As you stood up from the bed and was about to head out the door, the sight of your still naked body in the mirror caught your eye. Shit, I better get some clothes on just in case Sammy is out there, you thought. Quickly, you sifted through the clothing and found one of Dean's t-shirts. You lifted the shirt to your face and inhaled Dean's scent before you slipped the shirt over your head and walked out into the living room. From where you stood in your shared bedroom doorway, you could see that he was sprawled out on the couch. You started to tiptoe over but before you could even get halfway, Dean spoke.

"I can hear your thoughts, (Y/N)," Dean turned around from where he was sitting and looked me up and down, "Good morning, come and sit." You nodded and sat cross-legged next to him. His arm snaked around you and slid you closer to him.

"Good morning." you said with a smile as you gladly accepted his offer to sit across his lap. Your arms laced around his neck and forcefully pulled him into a kiss. When he broke the kiss, you looked at him worriedly.

"Something wrong?" You asked. He sighed and paused the TV before looking back at you.

"You know what I don't understand?" He asked. You shook your head, "The whole time you were asleep and I was out here alone I wanted to wake you up, lock the door, kill the lights and fuck you into the mattress listening to your moans and whimpers and gasps. Matter of fact, I wouldn't even care if Sammy heard us." You mouth dropped. The look he gave you told you that he still wanted to. Suddenly, Dean began to pull off his pants and boxers to reveal his raging erection.

"Your dreams are rather distracting at three in the morning when I'm trying to sleep, baby girl." Your eyes were glued on his erection as a wave of desire flooded over you. I want you, you thought. Dean smirked and slid his hand down his chest to grab himself. Your mouth slightly opened and your chest rose and fell fast from the sight of him doing this.

"I know you do, but you haven't received your full punishment." Dean's spare hand lifted the hem of your shirt and grazed up to your breast, "tsk tsk tsk, naughty girl. No panties? You make it so easy for me to-" Before Dean could finish his sentence, you grabbed his cock and set yourself above him where the head of his cock barely even touched your folds. A low, groan erupted from Dean's throat as you looked at him like a predator after its prey.

"Oh no you don't." Dean forced himself inside you and moan escaped from your lips, "Listen, (Y/N). We're gonna watch some TV. The only catch is I'm gonna have my cock buried deep inside of you and there will be no sex until the next hour in, oh, ten minutes?" A devilish smirk spread across his face.

"Dean, but I-" His lips silenced you with a kiss.

"Shh, my show is on." You scoffed and rested your forehead against his shoulder. You were so horny and the feeling of him being inside you and not doing anything was torture. Well, I guess that's why you thought of it. No response. When you looked at Dean his attention was glued to the TV screen. What could you possibly be watching? Your neck craned around to look and sure enough on the screen was what looked like something from ESPN. You looked at Dean with a "really?" look and pressed your forehead back against his shoulder. This is stupid, you'd rather watch fucking ESPN instead fucking me senseless? As soon as you said it, Dean's cock started to pulsate. A smirk crossed your face this time and you realised you were now in control. Quickly, you started picturing images of giving Dean a blowjob, letting him eat you out, and even wanting to hide him behind a wall and give him a handjob while talking to oblivious Sam. Dean growled at the last part and grabbed your ass cheeks so hard you swore there'd be bruises later on. Atta boy, come on, Dean. I know you want me, you said as you nuzzled his neck and nipped at his ear. Come on, Dean, I wanna feel you pound me into this couch. I wanna feel you bend me over the arm of the couch and own me. Aren't I yours? Or am I free to go find, oh I don't know, Sammy to actually fuck me like I need it. That last part was a little harsh, but boy did it get Dean goin'. Dean suddenly flipped you onto your back and grabbed your ass cheeks even harder now as he pounded into you with a passion of a thousand suns.

"You wanna go and fuck Sam, hm? News flash, I don't think he can make you this horny, baby girl. Aint no one but me gonna ever make you this horny, got that? You're mine. Mine mine mine mine!" You had him exactly where you wanted him, but you wanted more.

"Prove it." Dean growled as he flipped you over onto your stomach and quickly thrust himself back into your dripping pussy. A porn-worthy moan uttered from you as his thrusts became harder, faster, deeper with the new position. His breath blew hot against your ear as he continued his verbal assault.

"You know, while I was in Minnesota and I would wake up to your sexy texts, I'd pretty much run into the shower. I'd stand there, water dripping down my chest and down to my cock, and I'd masturbate to the thought of fucking you against that shower wall. I could practically hear your beautiful moans and whimpers as I came into my hand. And then this morning, right before you woke up, as you were dreaming about when I fucked you on top of the dryer last week, I went into the bedroom and watched as you were sleeping and moaning and I masturbated right in the doorway. Watching you subconsciously rub your beautiful, wet pussy under the sheets while thinking about me fucking you almost made me run over to the bed and fuck you till you woke. Then I thought once you woke up, I'd bring you out here and eat you out as you watched TV and right as you were about to cum, I'd sink my cock into you once more and pound you into the couch as I am right now," Dean's thumb had suddenly found it's way to your clit as you were distracted by his rambling on about thinking about fucking you, "I rather like this mind reading, (Y/N). Makes me want to fuck you even more than usual."

"Dean…" you pleaded. The thrusts alone were enough to make you spiral out of control, but with the added dirty confessions and the way he was leaving no piece of skin without a nip or lick or kiss was making you insane.

"Shh…" His thrusts suddenly slowed as his face nuzzled against your shoulder, "You smell so beautiful, (Y/N). I wonder if you taste just the same." Your eyes almost bulged out of your skull as Dean suddenly pulled out of you, leaving you to whimper at the loss of stimulation. You were relieved as soon as Dean's tongue touched your skin. Dean licked up a steady strip of you folds and a moan erupted from your throat as he settled at your clit.

"Dean!" You jumped when he sucked hard on your clit. Damn, I should do this more often, you thought. Your mind shifted between Dean's amazing tongue and the feel of his hands roughly scratching up and down your thighs.

"Mmmm, just as I thought. Delicious." Dean's mouth was covered in your juices and just seeing him like that made your breath suddenly catch your breath and the next thing you knew, you were cumming. Hard. Dean smirked at the sight of your mouth agape and the moans and whimpers that erupted from you.

"My turn, baby girl." Dean crawled up to your face and scooped you into a heated kiss. You were so tensed up by your orgasm that his kiss actually calmed you and as soon as your body released it's tension, Dean wrapped his arms around you and thrusted as slow and deep and he could.

"Dean…" you moaned into his ear. His mouth was hot and heavy against your neck and breasts as his hips rolled against yours to a beat only he could hear. Dean, I want more, fuck me harder please! It was like a switch had been flipped as the gentle, slow, deep thrusts suddenly became more fervent and then your climax had suddenly started to creep back. Yes! you moaned inside your head. Dean grunted with every thrust and as soon as your hand brushed against his neck, his thrusts stilled and his hips spasmed as his orgasm hit him and he emptied inside you. All the while, Dean's face was buried against your shoulder and your name was moaned quietly into your ear until suddenly the room became silent with just the sound of your breathing and two hearts beating frantically.

"Well, if that was a punishment," you began, "I can't wait to see what a reward is." Dean chuckled and kissed your neck.

"You'll find out sooner than you realize."