Sam dialed up Garth while you cleaned the wound on his leg. Sam winced at first, but after a few stitches were started, you assumed he'd gotten used to the pain. After two tries to contact Garth, he finally picked up after the third dial tone.
"Garth at your service. What can I do for you Sam?" You rolled your eyes and went back to work on Sam's leg. This guy's a wacko, you thought.
"Hey, Garth, uh-"
"Oh, how's Dean, by the way? Did that spell work for 'em?" Sam chuckled sheepishly.
"Yeah, it worked. But, uh, Garth-"
"It's no problem, Sam. Don't worry about payment, anything for an old friend!" You looked up at Sam and raised an eyebrow. Payment? What the-
"Garth! I need you to do me a favor." You could practically hear the wacko's eyes bulge at Sam's sudden seriousness.
"Uh, yeah, Sam. Sure. W-what do ya need?" Sam let out a sigh to calm down.
"Garth, do you remember what all you put in that spell? Did you write down the right words? Maybe you misread the directions or-"
"Sam, if you say it worked on Dean then it did. I'm positive that I put the right ingredients and the right words for the spell." Sam groaned when you accidentally poked him with the needle. Sorry, you mouthed up at him.
"Are you absolutely sure, Garth? I'm being serious on this."
"For the last time, yes, Sam. I am absolutely positive that I did everything right. Here, to make you feel better, I've got the title of the spell right here. But, forewarning, my latin's a little rusty."
"That's fine, Garth. Just read it." Garth cleared his throat a few times before reading the title of the spell loudly into the phone.
"Humana mens meld ad Animal. Sound about right?" Sam dropped the phone.
"Sam? What's wrong? Sam!" You snatched the phone from the bed, "Garth? What did you do?"
"Me?! I just gave him the title of the spell for the cure!" Sam shook his head and took hold of the phone.
"Garth, that's not the right spell. That's a human-animal mind meld spell."
"Well," Garth started, "That does explain why I had to find an animal." Sam's eyes widened.
"Garth, what animal did you acquire for the spell?"
"When I was getting all this together, I was out in Wisconsin helping hunt down a-"
"Garth, forget the backstory. Tell us what animal!" You yelled into the phone.
"Jeez! Okay, I grabbed a wolf that had wandered into my camping site. It was being very aggressive, poor thing probably mistook me as the same species even though I'm a werewolf and-" Wait, what? Garth is a werewolf? You looked up at Sam and furrowed your brow.
"I'll explain later. Garth, next time tell us the name of the spell before you have us gobble it down, okay?"
"Okay, Sam. What's going on? Is Dean alright?" Sam let out a frustrated groan before answering Garth.
"Garth, Dean is acting like that wolf you killed in Wisconsin. Any idea what made that wolf act like that before you killed 'em?"
"I mean, other than the fact that I was another "wolf" in his territory, it is… oh shit."
"What, Garth?" You asked worriedly. Please don't be a dying wolf, please don't be a dying wolf.
"Um, well… it is mating season. And by the way that wolf acted before I killed it, he was pretty pent up with… well, you know." Oh shit. As soon as Garth said it, you knew.
"Wait, so- Dean is acting like this because he needs... to mate?!"
"Yup." Your head sunk onto the bed. Dean is acting like a sexually frustrated wolf because it is mating season and he needs to… oh god.
"Okay, thanks, Garth." Sam shut the phone and stared at you crumpled on the bed.
"Well, it seems we've found the cure to Dean's second problem." You nodded against the bed.
"I guess we have." Sam stood up and made his way towards the door.
"Okay, from what I know about mating between wolves, which is very little mind you, before the actual… action takes place the two participants bond before hand. So, things like cuddling or kissing or rubbing against each other." You chuckled and looked up at him.
"Well, step one complete then, Sam." You made a pitiful smile and stood up. Sam cleared his throat and grabbed his keys on out of his back pocket.
"Okay, well, I'm going to try and maybe get out of here and give you two some privacy so you can…" Sam made a disgusted face.
"Mate." You opened the door and looked both ways down the hallway before turning around to Sam.
"He should still be asleep in the cupboard, so hurry up and get out of here. I'll call you after we've… you know." Sam nodded and raced down the hallway towards the garage. Okay, Dean, you thought, so I guess the whole reason you're acting like this is because you have a sexually frustrated wolf mind melded to your already horny one considering the past few times you've tried to have sex with me I've kinda pushed you off because, you know, Sam and Garth and, well, the cure. You made your way down the hallway towards the kitchen and took a deep breath. As soon as you reached the kitchen, you opened the cupboard slowly.
"Okay, Dean. I'm ready when you-" It was empty. Suddenly, a growl was heard across the hallway towards your bedroom. You raced down the hallway and when you reached your room, Dean was on your bed… sniffing your panties and bras! Wow, this was easier than I thought it was going to be.
"Dean?" Dean's head snapped towards you mid-sniff. His eyes and teeth turned to normal when looked at you. Dean tossed the panties and bras and jumped off the bed towards you. His eyes and teeth were normal, but he still felt animal to you. You didn't even realize that you had been backing up until your back hit your dresser. Without warning, Dean lifted you up onto the dresser so your eyes were level with his. He pressed his clothed erection against you and a moan escaped your lips at the feel of it through your thin shorts.
"Mine." Dean growled as he grabbed your hips and started to grind against you slowly. Your head spun as his lips traced the curve of you neck until he reached your collarbone. He nipped lightly at your collarbone and growled in pleasure when you whimpered under his touch.
"Yours." You whispered into his ear as you grabbed his hand and slid it down your panties. Dean teased your clit with his thumb as he thrusted his middle finger in and out in time with his hips. Your head tipped back as a wave of pleasure heated over you when his other hand reached into the back of your shorts to grab your ass cheek.
"Mine." He said as he squeezed it hard enough to leave a bruise. You jumped from the pain, but Dean quickly massaged away the pain with his fingers.
"Dean…" you moaned as your hands snaked up his shoulders and played with hair at the nape of his neck. Dean moaned against your touch and took the time to unbutton his jeans and set his cock free. You had to jump off of the dresser to take your shorts off. Once off, Dean lifted you back up and as soon as he set you back onto the dresser, he slid his cock head deep into your wet pussy. You both gasped at the sensation as Dean thrusted his cock deeper into you. Your hands grabbed at Dean's neck so hard that your nails began to sink into his skin. This pain encouraged Dean to thrust faster into you.
"Mine. Mine." Dean grunted the word against your neck with every thrust, "All mine." Dean's thrusts became faster and you struggled to stay quiet as you whimpered and moaned with him.
"Don't be silent, Y/N," Dean whispered against your skin, "I like it when you scream for me." So you stopped trying to be quiet. Your whimpers echoed through the room and aroused you even more. That coil within the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter with each thrust and flick of your clit that Dean made. Dean's grunts and moans turned into growls and roars of pleasure as his climax became imminent as well.
"Dean, I'm going to-" Dean shook his head and pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss.
"Not yet. Wait till I tell you to." You whimpered as you could feel your climax getting closer and closer. Dean's fingers rubbed your clit harder and faster as his thrusts became faster, harder, and deeper. The sound of the dresser hitting the wall in time with Dean's thrusts almost had you cumming when Dean's cock started to pulsate inside you. Dean grabbed your face and looked into your eyes as his eyes grew black like before.
"Cum for me, Y/N. You're mine now." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as with one final thrust and flick on your clit, your climax rushed through your body like water through a dam. A low, guttural moan escaped Dean's lips as his hips froze against you and his climax ripped through him as your inner walls clenched around his pulsating cock. Dean's black eyes suddenly began to glow a bright white as soon as his seed began to pump into you. The bright light emanating from his eyes flashed between the black animal eyes and Dean's green eyes until Dean collapsed to the floor, taking you along with him.
"Dean!" You screamed. You climbed off of him and started to perform CPR on him when suddenly his tongue delved into your mouth. You jolted back and watched as Dean's eyes opened.
"Hey, baby." You practically started crying as you kissed him. He was normal again!
"I was so afraid you were gone, Dean. I-" Dean looked confused.
"That I was-? What happened? I would ask why were naked, but for some reason that just doesn't surprise me."
"What's the last thing you remember?" Dean shook his head.
"Well, I remember taking the potion and being in the kitchen and-"
"Okay, so you don't remember anything after that?"
"No. Other than waking up just now to the prettiest girl in the world naked on top of me." Dean smirked as you swatted his shoulder. You're just saying that 'cause you want more.
"Damn straight, baby." Dean chuckled as he rolled on top of you, "And now nothing is in my way."