Chapter 21

Dean and I said our goodnights and walked into his room. When we got in there, I looked around the room. I thought that his room would be messier than it was. There were guns hung on the wall, books and other hunting materials on a shelf above the bed. The bed wasn't made up and there was a journal laying in the middle of it. Then the feeling of someone staring at me tingled through me. I turned around to see that Dean was staring at me. I leaned my head to the side, wondering what he was thinking about.

His eyes were making trails up and down my body. Making my cells come to life as they did. He slowly started to walk over towards me, taking off his burgundy button up shirt to reveal a black fitted one underneath. His arms flexed as he threw it to the floor. He always looked so good. As he got closer to me the more I started to get nervous. This man was making me fall harder and faster than I had. Then he was standing in front of me. The electricity between us was intoxicating. My mind was starting to get fuzzy, filling with the sound of his breathing. I looked down at my feet trying to collect my wits. That's when Dean took my chin in his hand and tilted it up so that I was looking up at him. His beautiful emerald eyes staring deep into mine.

"I don't know how to say this because I have never really felt this way. But I have really fallin' for you. I shouldn't. But I have." He said quickly, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Me too" I breathed. "You are the first person in a really long time to make me feel this way. Dean… I like you a lot. I really do."

Then he leaned down to kiss me. This kiss was filled with so much passion that it was making my head spin. I swung my arms around his neck, pressing myself against warm body. His hands went down to my waist and the hem of my tank top. Slowly rolled it up and he broke the kiss to get over my head, then his lips came crashing back onto mine. He started to back me up towards the bed. When the backs of my knees were touching the bed, he pulled away from me. He had a wicked smile on his face. Slowly leaning back down, he planted a featherlight kiss on my jawline, then he slowly started making his way down my neck and onto my shoulder. He kissed my bra strap off of my shoulder while his one hand undid the hooks in the back. When it was all unhooked, he let it fall to the floor between us. Then he kneeled down in front of me, his rough stubble against my soft, cool skin. When he got to my pant line, he stopped and looked up at me. His stunning green eyes seemed to be lighting a flame inside of me. I ran my hands in his tousled hair and ended up on the sides of his face. He ran his tongue along my waistline as his hands slowly undid the buttons of my shorts. He slowly slid them down my legs, taking my underwear along with them. I stepped out of them and he threw them aside. He took one of his hands and slid it up along my leg until it landed on my thigh. Then Dean lifted it and placed it on his shoulder. Then he placed his one hand on my butt. His breath felt warm against me. With one hand on my butt, he placed the other on my sex. I let out a small moan in anticipation. His tongue slowly brushed against me, sending shock waves through my body. Slowly he started to draw circles, matching what his tongue was doing. I threw one hand on my mouth to try to muffle the moan that was trying to escape. I ran the other in his hair again, this time I grabbed a fist full pushing his face more into me. I could feel him moan against me as he expertly swirled his tongue.

Then he pulled away and slowly stood back up. I was panting from his masterful maneuvers. He slowly leaned down to kiss me. I could taste me on his tongue. He snaked one arm around my waist and lowered me onto the bed. Dean quickly got back up and quickly took off his shirt, jeans and underwear. He leaned back down, placing his arms on either side of my body. I was drinking in the feeling of his breath on my face. His eyes were filled with passion. As he was staring into my eyes, he slowly and deliciously eased into me. His girth was stretching me, making me fit him. I sharply took a breath in and moaned it out. Dean just smiled at me as he slowly started to slide in and out of me, setting a pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Dean growled.

All I could do was moan out my response. He started to pick up the pace, making me bury my face into the crook of his neck. The smell of his neck was absolutely delectable. I ran my tongue up his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and him. Was he always going to taste this good? I thought to myself. He shifted his weight over to one side and was leaning on his elbow. Then he slowed down to an exquisitely slow pace. Taking his free hand, he traced my tattoo that ran underneath my breasts, then down my body.

I reached up and cupped his cheek. He turned his head slightly and kissed my palm. We looked each other in the eyes. He leaned back down and kissed me gently as he started to pick up the pace again. I could feel the build up of my orgasm coming on fast. I grabbed his waist pulling him closer and pushing my hips up to meet him. I could feel his muscles twitching under my hands. His breathing was getting more erratic, signaling that he was close too. As I started to come, I moaned a jumbled version of his name. He smiled against my cheek as he reached his climax too.

Dean kissed his way back up to my lips and kissed them as he slowly withdrew from me. As I laid there in a sex filled fog, he snaked one arm around my waist and pulled me close to his body. We stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in his arms. Sleep was threatening me. He nuzzled his nose into my hair and inhaled deeply. Soon we both fell asleep.

My eyes fluttered open, looking around at my surroundings. As my brain caught up with my eyes, I tried to stretch. But I was pinned down by a heavy, warm arm. I looked over and saw a sleeping Dean beside me. He looked so peaceful, so unburdened. I took a finger and traced an imaginary line along his chiseled jawline. He groaned a little and opened his stunning green eyes to look at me. I couldn't help but smile at him.

"How is it that you are this beautiful?" Dean groaned as he traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

"I…Uhh…" I tried to speak but he was making it hard to think.

He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. I placed my hands around his neck bringing him closer to me. His hands slowly made their way up my body, as his tongue ran along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to let it in. As he explored the inside of my mouth, he deliciously grabbed my thigh and hooked it up on his hip. He left my lips and started to make a trail to the crook of my neck. A shudder ran through my whole body. I started to breathe harder as he walked his fingers closer and closer to my sex. I felt him smile against my neck as he slipped a finger into me. I bowed my back and slipped my hands into his soft hair.

"Mmm… You feel so good." He growled against my neck.

I could feel his growing erection twitching against my leg. He withdrew his finger and climbed on top of me. As he was about to enter me, there was a knock on the door.

"Noooo!" I moaned breathlessly.

"Just ignore it." Dean said as he leaned down to kiss me.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted through the door, followed by a few more hard loud knocks.

"You should answer that before he kicks in." I looked up at him through my lashes.

He sighed as he flexed his jaw and climbed off of me and out of bed. He walked over to a little dresser and grabbed a pair of black boxer briefs. As he slipped them on, walked over to the door and opened it slightly. Then he started to speak to Sam in a low tone. Unfortunately for them. I could hear every word they said.

"What? You are totally C-Blocking me dude. Better be important!" Dean growled.

"Kev and Cas are back." Sam said in a tone. Fuck!

"And where the hell have they been?" Dean said, it sounded like it was through clenched teeth.

"They said that they were following a lead, but it was a dead end." Sam's voice faded for a moment. He must have looked behind him.

"Fine. We'll be out in a minute…" Dean sighed and closed the door. Shit!

He turned around and looked at me. He ran that sexy tongue along his bottom lip and flexed his chiseled jaw. He took 5 long strides, then he was on my side of the bed. He leaned over and gave me a long kiss on my forehead.

"C'mon sweetheart. Let's get dressed and see what's going on." Dean ripped off the quilt and offered me a hand.

"Alright…" I sighed, thinking Now it is too late.

I sat up, grabbed his hand and got out of bed. I let go of his hand and walked over towards my suitcase. As I opened it, I riffled through it looking for my black bra and simple black thong. Then I grabbed a band tee and a pair of light blue jeans. When I was finished getting dressed, I turned around to see that Dean was staring at me. He was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and was holding a gray tee in his hand. His muscles were twitching as he smirked at me.

"What?" I asked as I cocked an eyebrow.

"Just you." He said as he slipped on his shirt.

"What about me?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

He shrugged, then grabbed an army green button up shirt and slipped it over top. Leaving it unbutton. As we started to walk towards the door, he slipped an arm around my waist. He opened the door and we walked down the hallway.

As we walked towards the 'war room', I started to fidget with my daylight ring. I should have told him sooner. FUCK! My mind was screaming. I looked up at Dean, I started to hope that he would understand why I didn't tell him sooner. We got to the room and there was Sam and Bianca sitting at the table with two other people. I looked at Bianca and she was wearing what appeared to be one of Sam's shirts. She looked up at me with a shy look and gave her a look of 'we are definitely going to talk about this later!' As I gazed at the other two that were at the table, I instantly knew which one was the angel. He was wearing a worn light beige trench coat, a black suit with the jacket unbuttoned, a blue neck tie that was loosened. I could tell by the look on his face he was trying to figure out who I was. I looked away to delay the inevitable. So I focused on the other boy that was sitting at the table. He was young, his black hair hung at his shoulders and a grayish green long sleeved shirt with a black hoodie and a pair of simple blue jeans. I assumed that he must be Kevin.

"Nicole, Bianca, this is Cas and this is Kevin." Sam started to say. "Cas, Kev. This is-"

"Nyx?" Cas asked in a mono low tone.

"Who?" Dean stiffened beside me.

"Her." He pointed at me.

Dean dropped his arm from my waist and side stepped towards Sam. Both of them looked at me. I could feel the millions of questions they had. That's when Dean cleared his throat and growled, "How the hell do you know Cas? And who the hell is Nyx?"