CHAPTER 5

When we got to his room and Dean unlocked the door, he turned on the light, and stepped aside to let me go in first. I stood in the middle of the room, frozen. I had absolutely no idea how I was gonna do this.

"Have a seat, Sweetheart", He said as he took off his jacket and laid it over a chair. "Anywhere you like." He walked passed me toward the little kitchenette, looking for something. "You wanna drink? I got a bottle of Jim Beam around here somewhere."

"Umm... I don't really drink hard liquor." Dean looked up at me and gave me an incredulous look, like he didn't quite believe me. "Fragile stomach", I chuckled nervously with a hand over my belly. He shrugged and walked over to the little refrigerator, pulling out two brown bottles.

"How about a beer?", He said smiling, holding them up for me to see. I'd never had a beer, but I thought maybe it would help me relax.

"Ok", I said with a small smile back, sitting down on the edge of one of the two queen sized beds. He pried the cap off of one of the bottles with a silver ring on his right hand and handed it to me before doing the same with the other bottle. He took a long swig and sat down on the other bed, facing me. I took a sip and grimaced at the taste before I realized what I was doing.

"Guess you're not a beer drinker either, huh?", He said with an amused chuckle.

"No, I guess not." I took another sip trying to get a taste for it, but the second sip didn't taste any better than the first.

"Do you mind if I sit over there?", Dean said, gesturing at the spot on the bed to my right. I tensed up a little but hoped he didn't notice.

"N-no... I don't mind", I whispered shaking my head. He stood up and walked the few feet to the other bed and sat down beside me, his left hand landing on my knee again. My eyes darted from his hand to his face and then away to stare at the wall in terror. I took a giant swig of my beer, without thinking, and nearly choked. It took a minute to stop coughing while Dean just stared at me. It appeared that alcohol of any kind was definitely NOT for me!

"You ok there, Baby?", Dean whispered, rubbing his thumb over my knee. I looked back at his green eyes and they were scrunched together with a mixture of concern and amusement. He grabbed my half drunk beer and placed it and his nearly empty one on the night stand.

"Uh... yeah! I just... I swallowed my beer too f-fast, that's all." His gaze seemed to be searching my eyes for something, but I wasn't sure what. And by the time I realized what he was doing, it was too late. Dean's soft lips were already pressing lightly against mine, planting little butterfly kisses. I did my best not to move away, but I couldn't hide the shiver or the shuttering breath that fell out of my mouth. After a few pecks, his kisses became more insistent and I felt his tongue sliding across my bottom lip. I knew what he wanted. I was't completely naive.

I slowly opened my mouth and his tongue darted between my teeth, feeling... touching everywhere that he could reach. The hand that had been on my knee a moment ago, wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, while his other hand cupped the back of my neck, caressing it gently.

I had never felt anything like what Dean was doing and the heat rising up from down bellow was more than a little scary. I tried to hold back the trembling and participate in what was happening. So I slid my tongue forward, lightly brushing it against his. And just that tiny touch pulled a groan(almost a growl) from somewhere deep within the hunter. For some reason knowing that I had caused that reaction in him felt exhilarating! So I did it again. His hold on me tightened and he deepened the kiss so much that it was almost impossible to breathe.

"Fuck! You feel so good, Baby Girl!", Dean rasped out when he finally pulled back. I was panting so hard that I couldn't make myself respond with more than a whimper. His mouth latched onto the side of my neck, just below my ear and I gasped at all the overwhelming sensations that were hitting me at once. While his mouth sucked at my throat, his hands never stopped moving over my body. One hand moving up and down my back, while the other slid from my neck, down my collar bone toward my... my... OH GOD! His fingers skimmed the side of my breast, leaving a trail of heat in their wake! I suddenly couldn't think!

"D-Dean! I... Oh!", I croaked, my eyes shut tight. He chuckled against the burning skin of my throat and I felt teeth lightly nip at the skin that he'd been sucking a hickey moan that tumbled out of my mouth surprised even me! I bit my bottom lip to try to keep it from happening again, but the damage had been done.

"You liked that, huh Baby?", Dean growled and the did it again, letting his teeth scrap across my neck again just enough for me to feel.

"I... Oh God yes!", I breathed out in harsh pants. He was teasing... playing my body like a master playing a violin. When his thumb brushed over my nipple through the thin material of my dress(no bra... at Gordon's insistence), I was suddenly rocked by a full body tremor that made me go limp in his arms. I was vaguely aware of myself falling backwards on the bed with Dean leaning over me, continuing to explore my body with his hands and his mouth. I felt like I was going to explode until I felt his hand creep up the inside of my thigh and under my dress. My mind screamed at me in a panic that I wasn't ready for this!

"NO!", I blurted before I could stop myself. "STOP!" I pushed him off of me and ran to the other side of the room before I realized what I was doing. I stood with my back wedged into the corner behind the little table and chairs, trying to yank my dress down over my exposed thighs and shaking in terror.

"Whoa! Hey!", Dean whispered at me in shock. "Take it easy, Sweetheart!" He was still half laying across the bed with his arms out in a placating gesture, showing me that he was unarmed. "I'm not gonna hurt ya!" When my brain finally switched back on and it hit me what I had just done, my hand flew up to my mouth in horrified shock. I just got my sister killed! NO! I had to salvage the situation! I ran back over to the bed, straddled his lap, and began kissing him again frantically. He just stared at me, wide eyed, not even attempting to kiss me back.

"I'M SORRY!" I whined. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT! PLEASE!" In a last ditch effort to fix this, I grabbed his crotch, trying to get him back in the mood. I rubbed at the quickly softening bulge in his pants, desperate to work him up again. But judging by the look on his face, it was a hopeless endeavor. I slowly slid off his lap and curled up against the headboard with my arms wrapped around my legs, trying to looks small.

"Wha... what the Hell?!", Dean croaked, scooting to the foot of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Molly!", I sobbed into my knees. "I'm sorry!" I was so screwed!

I went and fucked up! AGAIN!