A/N: So, hi, I'm not new to the fanfic world, but I am new to the Supernatural world. I recently started the show a couple of months ago, and I'm hooked. I'm slowly getting back into the world of writing, so I'm a bit rusty.

This is rated M for mostly smut, but it's very detailed, if you don't like please don't continue. Now I probably won't write for this couple again as I kind of went outside the box, but I couldn't help myself.

Dean's a bit of a goofy lover on the show, so I kind of made him a bit dark and stuff...

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural!

"Can I have one?"

Green eyes peered over at the girl sitting on the bed, head tilted, fingers clenched on the tattered blanket.

"What, not like you drank before you were 21." Claire smirked and looked down at her feet as she kicked her old converse off.

Dean sighed, rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer bottle from its case and handed it to her.

Another case of beer later, both Dean and Claire had downed at least seven together. He knew Castiel and Sam would be gone for a while, and it beats being bored and listening to her complain about… anything all night. To say he was buzzed was an understatement. He was cracking up about some story Claire was telling, a little too much; she looked at him like he was crazy.

Claire's story died and she took the final sip of her beer before carelessly pushing the bottle from her. Dean looked over and realized there was one left in the case. He switched glances over at her and noticed she was eyeing it too. Before she could dive over the table, Dean snatched it, giggling as he twisted the cap off and took a swig.

"That's not fair!" Claire shouted.

"Says who?" Dean retorted, chuckling.

"Me. It's my birthday after all." Claire said as she got up and stood before him, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Happy birthday. You want a medal?" Dean asked while taking another sip.

Claire scoffed and stormed to him, reaching for the bottle as Dean raised it over his head behind him, cackling as he did so. This caused Claire to stumble and basically land on his chest. Her face was so close to his, he couldn't help but notice how pretty she is being this close to him. Dean cleared his throat and Claire leaned back just a bit, but still on his chest.

"Give it to me." She said sternly.

"No." Dean said in that deep tone that made any girl shake, even her. He took another sip and what Claire did next surprise them both. She leaned in and crushed her lips over his and Dean immediately came back down from his drunken high and pushed her off, causing her to shriek.

"What are you doing?" He hissed.

"Um… I don't… I don't know." Claire was leaning over him, her hand on the table kept her balance, she stood between his slightly open legs. Dean looked at her face, his eyes shifted down to her puffy lips and Claire leaned down to kiss him again, only this time he didn't push her away. The voice in the back of Dean's head was screaming at him to stop, that if Castiel and Sam walked in, they would both end his life, mostly Castiel.

But the way she was kissing him, the way her body moved gently into his lap, the way her fingers moved to his nape made him want to kiss her more. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, pulling her tiny frame firmly into his chest. Claire whimpered in the kiss, feeling his tongue glide into her mouth made her stomach flip and her heartbeat rapidly.

His teeth nibbled softly on her lower lip and his left hand glided up her back and into the thick waves of her blonde hair. Claire responded to the kiss fervently, her tongue tangled with his and she moaned softly when she tasted the beer on his.

She pulled away gasping and breathing heavily.

"We have to stop." Dean said, his voice deep and raspy.

"I know… we should… right? This is nuts… it's you. You're so impulsive and-and—

"Hey, you kissed me. If anybody is impulsive, it's you." Dean snapped back. His hands moved down to rest on her hips and Claire cleared her throat nervously.

Dean's green eyes looked up into hers and Claire couldn't help but notice how… cute he is. His lightly freckled cheeks clouded by a flush of red. Was he blushing? Or was it because he was intoxicated or… turned on? She didn't know. The way her teeth bit her bottom lip made Dean's cock twitch in his pants, which were becoming uncomfortably tight; Claire could feel his erection pressing into the bottom of her thigh and she shifted on his lap.

"Castiel… doesn't have to know." Claire said suddenly and Dean's eyes darkened a bit.

"Castiel will know." Dean snapped.

"Not if we don't tell him." She answered quickly.

Dean contemplated his choices. His eyes drifting from her face to her neck, and to her chest.

"I can't… we can't. You're a child for fuck's sake." He stammered and reached over to grab his beer and chugged the rest of the contents and Claire… pouted?

"Come on… I'm eighteen, and don't act like you don't want to." Claire said tauntingly as she placed her hand on his shoulder and moved it down to his chest, palm flat and feeling his heartbeat rapidly against his rib cage.

"Trust me sweetheart when I say this. I do want to. But we can't. Cass is my friend; I'd be fucking with his trust if I fuck his daughter while he's gone." Dean said and the use of his bad language just turned her on even more.

Her brown eyes moved to his neck and then up to his mouth.

"Well… I'm not his daughter." Claire said and she kissed him again, this time taking more control as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and begged him to kiss her back.

Fuck it.

He responded to the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist once more and picking them both up from the table. Dean carried her to the bed and dropped her on the mattress, his body hovered over hers and Claire moaned as she felt his hands move up inside her shirt to feel the soft skin of her stomach. His hands were leaving burning trails on her skin, and she wanted more of his touch on her.

She broke the kiss and started to clumsily remove her shirts, leaving herself clad only in a cheap white bra with a delicate lace pattern. Dean dipped down, sucking on her ample cleavage, causing her body to arch against him. He moved back, sitting on his knees and he tugged his shirt over his head. Claire's ocean-colored eyes scanned his beautiful god-like body, from the tattoo under his collarbone down to the front of his torn jeans that sat just at his hips, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked genuinely.

Claire nodded her head eagerly and reached in front of her bra to unclasp the material, sitting up slightly to toss it on the floor. Dean's eyes cast down to her perky breasts and his body towered over hers as he moved on top of her. He kissed her chastely and placed kisses down her slender neck where he lapped at her skin and trailed his tongue down to the hollow of her throat, to the middle of her chest before his teeth enclosed over her nipple.

Claire moaned loud, her body reacting in ways that she didn't know could. She felt her stomach clench and she pushed her legs together, trying to find some sort of friction against her aching pussy.

Dean sucked on her sensitive skin, his other hand reached up and cupped her small breast before rolling her neglected nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"Dean." Claire gasped, her legs parting and arching into his hips. The hunter moved down her body, peppering kisses and soft bites on her silky skin and stopped at the button of her jeans.

"Please." She whimpered under him. Their eyes connected for a moment, and she watched as he unfastened her jeans and quickly yanked them down, leaving her striped panties on. Dean groaned noticing the wet spot on her thin underwear and he placed his hands on her inner thighs, pushing them open slightly. He looked up Claire, eyes watching as he leaned forward and licked the wet spot on her panties, watching her toss her head back into the pillows. He kissed the spot where her swollen clit was, and she gasped.

"Dean… please… please." She whined, her hips arching against his face and Dean smirked, he pulled her underwear down, tossing the material on the floor. His dark eyes stared at her pussy, dripping with her thirst.

"That's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." Dean growled before wrapping his arms around her legs, keeping them wide open. Claire blushed and turned her head away and Dean wasted no time and gave her quivering hole a long languid stroke with his expert tongue, moaning as he tasted her sweet flesh. Claire's hands shot up to his head, her fingers tangling in his short hair. She cried out, moaning loud as Dean licked and sucked on her clit.

His teeth tugged on her delicate folds before his tongue moved inside her tight hole and fucked it slowly. Claire was writhing on the bed, her head tossing from side to side as Dean continued to use his tongue and teeth on her. She started grinding on his face and could swear he smirked against her. Dean reached up and parted her lips, exposing her swollen clit to him. He slipped his middle and ring finger inside her drippy cunt and flicked his tongue over her sensitive clit, pumping his fingers in and out simultaneously.

"Oh god." Claire groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw stars as she felt her body get close to releasing the pressure he had built on her. Just as she was about to cum, he stopped.

Dean moved up her body and crushed his wet lips on hers. Claire could feel her cheeks getting hot when she could taste herself as he kissed her sloppily.

"You're so fucking tight sweetheart." Dean said against her quivering lips.

Claire didn't say anything back, afraid of what she might say.

"Has anybody been inside you? Huh?" He asked while he slowly fucked her with his finger and added another, carefully stretching her open.

Claire blushed and looked away. She's not a virgin, that ship had sailed a long time ago, but she wasn't going to tell him that.

"I'll take that as a no." Dean smirked and pulled his fingers out and she whined from the loss. He moved back off the bed and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down. Claire's head shot up at the sight of his dick, so thick and the tip glistening with pre-cum.

"Come here." He commanded.

Claire crawled up to him willingly, her face inches from his cock. Dean cupped her cheek, and she knew what he was silently asking for. Her eyes cast down to his leaking cock and she reached up with her tiny hand and wrapped her fingers around his engorged member.

Her hand was so soft against his hot flesh, stroking him slowly before she leaned forward and licked the tip of his swollen cock. Dean's eyes looked down at her blushing face and he cupped her jaw and pushed his cock into her mouth; Claire moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth opening wider, as his thick length slipped passed her teeth.

Claire's tongue licked the underside of his cock while she sucked on it, Dean grabbed the hair on her crown and slowly fucked her throat. Claire flinched from him tugging her hair and gagged on his length, tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she felt his cock slowly move in and out of her mouth.

Dean's eyes watched her, loving how his cock moved in and out of her mouth, loving how she tried to suck and lick him in all the right spots; he about lost it when she looked up at him with her glistening azure eyes.

She pulled away gasping, a chain of saliva connecting his cock to her lips.

"Do you… have a-a condom?" Claire asked, breaking the silence.

"No, I don't need one." Dean said and she frowned, "don't worry, I won't cum inside you."

Claire was about to protest but she squeaked when he flipped her over and positioned her on hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lower back and down on her firm ass before grabbing his cock and rubbing her wet entrance with the tip. The way her hips wiggled and pushed back made him resist the urge to fuck her right there.

"Are you sure?" He asked once more; his cock slowly separated her folds as he threatened to slam into her and take her right there on the old mattress.

"Yes… please. Don't stop now you ass!" Claire shouted.

Dean smirked. "For a virgin, you're quite needy." He taunted her and continued to rub his cock against her pussy.

Claire turned around, flipping her hair over her shoulder and Dean narrowed his eyes at her.

"I'm no virgin." She said seductively. He arched his eyebrow and grinned.

"Buckle up then sweetheart." Dean grabbed her hips and slowly (gently) pushed his dick inside her hole. He groaned deep in his throat, she was so fucking tight and gripping his cock so good, he thought he would cum right there.

His rhythm was slow, hard and so good. Claire moaned, loving how full she felt with his cock. She matched his speed, pushing back against him. Dean watched her hips move, her ass rippling as he slammed into her, fucking her deep with his thick cock. His eyes closed, a growl erupted deep in his throat as he concentrated (and refrained himself) from fucking her into the mattress like a whore.

"Faster." He heard her whimper.

Dean obliged, thrusting his hips harder, faster, slower, just to tease her. He moved over her, wrapping his left arm under her arm and around her chest, his palm firm on her right shoulder. Claire groaned, he was so much deeper inside her in this position, the tip of his cock rubbed against her cervix, grinding painfully good against it. Dean reached up and cupped her jaw, forcing her to turn her head towards him.

He kissed her deeply, loving her moans spilling into his mouth as he fucked her like a wild animal. Claire could feel like her body was going to explode, Dean tore his mouth from hers and pressed his lips against her ear.

"Touch yourself for me Claire, I want to feel you cum on my cock." He growled low and she moaned so loud as she reached down and rubbed her wet clit in quick circular strokes. It didn't take her long, as she was already so close.

"That's a good girl." Dean growled when he felt her pussy clench around him and her body spasm beneath him.

Claire slouched over, tired from getting wrecked by Dean Winchester. He seemed like such a gentle lover; boy was she wrong. Dean's breath shuddered against her ear, his body getting hot as he was close to cumming. He pulled away from her, stroking his slick cock as his cum shot out in multiple, thick spurts on her ass.

He breathed heavily, and Claire flipped over and looked over at him, he had walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel that hung on the rack.

"Here, uh—should probably clean yourself up." Dean sat on the bed next to her and she took the towel.

"Thanks…" she said quietly.

Dean cleared his throat and looked elsewhere as she wiped his cum off her ass.

She tossed the towel to the floor and got off the bed, walking to the bathroom, his eyes watched her and she turned around, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, her long hair had fallen over her shoulders, covering her breasts.

"What?" He asked.

"Do you want to shower… with me?" Claire asked shyly.

He pinned his eyebrows together. "Why are you so shy all of a sudden?" Dean asked, noticing her demeanor.

"Psh." Claire turned around and entered the bathroom. Dean heard the shower come on and he shrugged, hopping off the bed and following Claire into the bathroom. Claire was already in the shower, he peered behind the curtain and her head was under the showerhead and letting the water soak into her hair, turning it a dark blond waterfall.

Claire opened her eyes and smiled a little when Dean had grabbed a bar of the complementary soap that sat in the wrapper on the corner edge of the shower. He ripped it open and tossed the paper over the shower curtain rod, rubbed it between his hands and began carefully washing her body.

Claire smiled softly; he was so gentle with her compared to earlier. His strong hands rubbed her skin in circular motions as he washed the evidence of their fuck. Dean reached down between her legs and Claire flinched. She was a bit sore, sensitive even, and she heard him whisper a quiet "sorry" as he continued to clean her up.

He turned her around and washed her back and down to her firm ass.

"So… was it good for you like it was for me?" He asked as Claire turned back around, letting the water fall over her hair as she proceeded to wash it with the cheap shampoo and conditioner while Dean started to wash his own body.

"You were alright." Claire answered sassily, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. Dean smirked at her response and pushed her softly out of the way so he could rinse.

"It was… really good." She spoke suddenly, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head on the middle of his back, not caring that the water was pouring over her face.

"Good, because it won't happen again." He spoke.

Claire nodded, understanding the agreement.

"I know."

Fin

Reviews are gratefully appreciated! I'm a bit rusty!