You tried many times on the way to meet Garth to break the awkward silence between you and Sam, but you couldn't think of anything. You'd go to say something but you'd back out and cover it up as a yawn or a cough. This is not going to be easy, you thought. You looked at Sam and tried to think of something to break the silence.
"I know what you're thinking, Y/N," Sam suddenly said as you were just about to speak up, "and it's okay." You're mouth dropped.
"No, it's not, Sam. I should've locked the door or tried to tell Dean no because we had to get going and-"
"Seriously, Y/N, it's okay. I'm fine. I've had the unwanted pleasure of walking in on my brother's… extracurriculars before so it's no big deal." I looked at Sam with pity.
"This isn't the first time you've-"
"Hell no, Y/N. Dean used to be quite the ladies man. That is, until he met you." You smiled at Sam's comment, "Plus, I should've knocked. So, yeah."
Garth's Ford Ranchero came into view ahead beside an abandoned church a few miles up the road.
"So, what's this Garth guy like?" You asked Sam as the two of you pulled into the lot and stepped out of the car.
"Well…" A tall, skinny man with slight facial hair and a ballcap climbed out of the Ranchero and started walking quickly over to where we were standing on the church porch.
"That's him?" You said while trying to hold back a grin. Sam nodded as Garth climbed up the steps and stood in front of us.
"Sam Winchester," Garth said as he suddenly pulled Sam into a massive hug, "it's been too long, brother. How's Dean, apart from the whole mind-reading thing." Garth chuckled.
"He's fine." Garth's attention quickly switched gears as he looked you up and down.
"Well, ain't you a tall glass of water," Garth reached out to take your hand and kissed the top, "I'm Garth, my fair lady." You looked at Sam with a cocked eyebrow and a what the fuck is this look. Sam cleared his throat twice before Garth let go of your hand and paid attention to the situation at hand.
"Uh, Garth, this is Y/N. You know, the one I was talking to you about when we were discussing Dean, Dean's girlfriend." Garth stood straight up and looked at me like I was a ghost.
"Gosh darnit, I apologize, Y/N. It's just when I see a pretty face I-"
"Stuff it, Garth," you interrupted him, "it's fine. Just don't let Dean find out." You laughed. Garth laughed nervously before pulling a piece of paper out of his back pocket.
"Okay, so I've got the spell and the directions are listed below the ingredients. The spell takes 12 hours to kick in, so have Dean drink it tonight and it should take effect by morning time." Garth smiled before handing us the piece of paper and quickly walking back to his car. As soon as Garth's rusted car was out of sight, you and Sam bursted out in laughter
"Well, he seems…" You could barely finish your sentence without letting out another squeal of laughter.
"Quite the character, I know. Come on, let's get this to Dean before the sun sets."
45 minutes later…
"Dean! We're home!" You called out from the doorway. Sam had dropped you off at the bunker since he'd gotten a call from Garth to help him with a nasty werewolf. That boy sure is special, you thought as you set your duffle bag onto the bed and retrieved the piece of paper with the spell and the bottle of liquid from the side pocket. You gasped when Dean's arms suddenly wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him.
"Hey, baby. It's about time you got home, I've had to entertain this little guy for the past two hours waiting for you to get back." Dean's erection was pressed against the back of your thigh and had you not been wearing shorts you would've thought he was naked. You turned around in his arms and let your lips fall against his, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him along with you so you could sit back onto the bed. Dean groaned against your mouth when your legs wrapped around his hips.
"Well, Dean, we can't do anything just yet." Dean looked at you like you were crazy.
"What? Why not, baby? Are you okay? Are you sick? Did you get hurt?!" Dean's hands started to look you up and down for scars, bruises, anything that would indicate you'd been hurt.
"No, baby. I'm not hurt and I'm not sick, but I do have the cure for your curse." You smiled as you showed him the bottle in your hand. Dean groaned and let you go as he took a step back.
"Are you even sure it's the cure? And do you know if it'll even work?" You chuckled and put the bottle and spell in his hand.
"Of course it will, Dean. Now, here. Drink this and then say these words." Dean looked at the materials and then back at you.
"Are you sure, about this, Y/N?" he asked, concern in his eyes. You closed the distance between the two of you and kissed him before cupping his face.
"Yes. Please, I don't want this curse to get in the way of your safety. I couldn't live with myself if…" Suddenly, Dean ripped open the bottle and downed the substance. His face turned into one of disgust as he unfolded the piece of paper.
"Here goes, then. Deila hér me. Dag eru nou rar vitur orum." Dean threw the empty bottle and paper to the other side and swept you up in his arms, "Now, where were we?" Dean waggled his eyebrows as he set you down onto the bed.
"Actually, Dean," you looked up at him with guilt as you slid off the bed and started towards the door, "I have to get started on dinner. I'm making your favorite. Bacon cheeseburgers." You smiled as you raced out the door and into the kitchen. As you were running you heard Dean right behind you. You halted to a stop as you realized the kitchen only had one exit and that was the way you came in.
"Now, baby," Dean teased as he cornered you against the counter. You gasped in pleasure when he hoisted you up on top of the counter, "I've been waiting to have you to myself and everyone is getting in the way. You owe me after making me wait all day with an extremely hard cock." You gasped as he knelt on his knees and began to trail kisses up your thighs. He switched between licking and biting as he repeatedly went closer and closer to your aroused pussy before going completely past it and nibbling your inner thigh. You had to admit, Dean was good. Very good, you thought as you moaned at Dean's teasing.
"What's that, baby? You want me now? Right now as in this very second?" You whined when he suddenly stood up. You're pussy was soaking through your jean shorts with need as Dean looked you up and down, "sorry to disappoint you, but you'll have to wait till later."
"What?" You couldn't believe Dean had just turned down sex. You looked down at his pants. His erection was still very hard and just that bulge in his pants made you want to push him to the floor and fuck him.
"Later, baby. We've got a dinner to make." I see how it is, you thought, well, two can play at this game.You slowly eased you arms around him and let your hands glide down his chest until your hands could unzip his jeans and pull his throbbing cock out if you wanted to. You rubbed your hand over his bulge and listened to Dean try to hide his moan with a chuckle.
"Ah ah ah, baby." Dean said as he grabbed your hands and tossed them to the side. You couldn't believe it. Dean had just denied sex and your efforts to have sex. Oh no, you thought, this can't be good. He's planning something and it's not gonna be good for me.
"Don't you dare do anything to me, Dean. I mean it. You can't-" Dean surprised you by turning around so fast that you didn't have time to react to him turning you around and bending you over the counter. His breath tickled your ear as he pressed his bulge against your butt and chuckled.
"Now, Y/N," Dean said as his hand slid into your jeans and past your panties, "you're just saying that because you're horny." Dean teased your entrance before thrusting two fingers deep into you. You moaned at the sudden rush of pleasure that filled your body as he began to thrust his fingers in and out at the same time that he was thrusting his jean-clad erection against your ass. Dean, please… you thought. Dean's fingers switched between thrusting inside your pussy and rubbing your clit in slow, hard up and down motions.
"No, Y/N. Later. End of story." And once again Dean's hand left your pussy empty and hungry for more as he left you horny and confused in the kitchen.