A/N: Hello! Back again with another one-shot! I debated so many times on the pairing for this one-shot, I kept going back and forth between Dean/Castiel and Dean/Claire… but alas, Claire won. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Warnings: Adult content, BJ, HJ, Taboo.

+ Cuddles +

Rated M

It was late when they finally headed back to the hotel.

Sam had turned in a long time ago, and Claire had popped into the same town, and they had all decided to work on the case together, vampire nest. Dean sat at the table in the kitchenette in the dark, sipping on a beer while he kept an eye on his brother and Claire. Same had taken over the bed and Claire took the other; they could use the rest.

He took one final swig of his beer before getting up and walking towards the bathroom so he could clean up and get to bed himself. Where he was going to sleep was the question. Dean finished brushing his teeth and he turned the light off, standing between Claire and Sam's bed. Maybe he should just sleep on the floor, he wouldn't want to wake anybody anyway…

"What are you doing?"

Dean's eyes shot over to the source of the noise, Claire, who was now sitting up in the bed.

"Uhh… nothing, go back to sleep, I'm gonna sleep on the floor." Dean whispered.

"No, don't be silly, get in the bed with Sam…" Claire whispered back. Dean looked over at the large man sprawled on the other bed, and then back at Claire.

"I'll pass thanks." Dean said quickly.

"Fine, I'll share." Claire said and Dean watched as she scooted over and he bit his lip, contemplating.

"Come on, you don't need to sleep on the floor." Claire said and Dean's green eyes snapped over to Sam who was still sound asleep, on his back, head turned towards the door of the room.

"Fine… if you say so." Dean mumbled, and he proceeded to climb into the bed with Claire under the thick comforter. She turned so her back was facing him, Dean lay on his side, facing her back. Her scent was strong, honey and vanilla and he couldn't help but sigh at the comforting aroma. Claire shifted and the bed creaked under her. Dean heard her whimper.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"Yeah just… a little nervous is all." Claire responded.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as he inched closer to her. Claire turned her head back, and caught a glimpse of his beautiful face, green eyes shining as the light from outside hit his skin. Claire bit her lip.

"N-nothing…" Claire stuttered.

Dean was pressed up against her back and she softly whimpered and blushed, feeling his lips against her ear. This always happens when they're together, regardless of any pact they made to not fuck in front of Sam, or just… in general, but it was hard to resist each other, both Dean and Claire could admit that.

Dean placed a small kiss on the spot below her ear lobe where her lymph nodes are, and he heard her gasp.

"You'll have to be quiet then." Dean whispered and Claire moaned, feeling him press his half hard cock against her ass clad in a pair of thin shorts. Dean pushed her long blond hair away from her neck, placing small kisses up and down, loving the little sounds escaping her lips. Dean continued to rub his cock against her, dry humping her soft ass through his tight boxers. His hand creeped up inside her shirt and as he continued to kiss and bite her soft neck, he cupped her breast, squeezing softly and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and the base of his index finger, rolling it gently between his digits. His cock was straining, throbbing against the cotton material, and he moaned against her ear when she pushed back against him.

"Dean." She whimpered.

He removed his hand from under her shirt and reached up, cupping her cheek and turning her head to him. Dean kissed her, crushing his lips over hers, his tongue pushing past her perfect lips, exploring. Claire kissed him back with such intensity, her body was quivering; she turned her body towards him and laid on her back. Dean's hand smoothed itself down her chest, stomach and stopped in front of her shorts.

He groaned deep in his throat, feeling the delicate heat between her legs and Dean broke the kiss.

"Do you want my fingers… or my cock?" He asked softly, his fingers rubbing against her pussy through her shorts.

Claire whined in response, her legs parting as he continued to tease her.

"Tell me, sweetheart." Dean demanded and Claire whimpered in protest when he stopped teasing her.

"F-fingers." Claire gasped, she wanted both, but she was desperate to feel some sort of relief. She turned to face him and propped her left leg up, allowing him access to her. Dean's hand dipped inside her shorts and underwear, feeling her silky folds. Claire let out a soft moan, she turned her head and bit the pillow, feeling his fingers slip inside her tight cunt.

Dean pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling them inside her. Claire moaned in her throat, trying her best not to be so loud, and she shakily reached down between them, gripping his thick dick in her small hand through his boxers. Dean grunted, his hips twitching as Claire stroked his cock through his boxers.

Her thumb traced over the tip of his engorged member; his boxers sporting a wet stain of precum. Claire shivered against him, gasping as his fingers fucked her tight, slick hole. She quickly pulled his dick out and moaned as her hand met his hot, hard flesh. Dean kissed her, suppressing her moans; he could feel her pussy getting tighter and tighter, knowing she would cum soon. Claire felt the pit of her stomach begin to squeeze, and she moaned loud in his mouth as her orgasm was ripped out of her, her cum spilled on his hand.

Claire kept pumping her hand, determined to make her lover cum. Dean broke the kiss, a chain of saliva connecting their lips; he shuddered against her, his hips twitched as his cum shot out in multiple spurts of creamy ribbons all over her hand, and shirt, moaning as he did so.

"Will you guys please keep it down!"

Dean and Claire shot a glare over at the source of the noise, it being Sam who had flipped over and buried himself under his pillow, grumbling angrily and incoherently. Dean couldn't help but chuckle as his head dropped into the crook of Claire's neck, both laughing uncontrollably.

Between the fits of laughter and coming down from their orgasmic high, Dean and Claire both passed out, cuddling into each other.

Claire stirred in her sleep, her eyes snapped open, coming awake instantly. Her tired blue eyes snapped over to the old alarm clock sitting on the table; in bright red numbers it said it was 2:30 in the morning. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and she looked over at Dean who was sleeping soundly, peacefully.

The blonde girl got up, softly, and headed to the bathroom. Seconds later, she walked out, shutting the light off in the process, she walked over to the kitchenette to grab a water or… something from the fridge. Thankfully Sam had a better sense in shopping, so she was grateful to see bottles of cold water, and she grabbed one from the shelf.

Claire turned around and walked back to the bed, taking a sip before placing the bottle on the nightstand. She climbed into bed and looked over at Dean who shifted in his sleep, his head tilting to the side, still laying on his back.

Claire watched him intently, she smiled warmly. Dean always looked so content when he was sleeping. Like he was finally getting the peace and quiet he needed for such a long time. Despite being an "angry sleeper" as people put it, she always enjoyed carefully waking him up, and by waking him up it was in a way he enjoyed as well. Looking at him like this made her pussy throb, and she bit her lip.

Claire's eyes traveled down his chest, to the thin blanket covering just above his waist. She didn't waste time in reaching under the blanket, placing her hand firmly over his flaccid penis, gripping the bulge softly and rubbing it. Her eyes looked back up at Dean's face, watching him as she continued to stroke his slowly erecting cock.

Dean moaned in his throat, but he was still sound asleep. Claire moved closer to him, sitting on her knees as she pulled the blanket back. His cock was standing up under his boxers, poking through the fabric. She pulled his dick out through the opening in the front and licked her lips greedily as she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the tip, suckling softly.

She wrapped her hands around his thick member, bobbing her head as she fucked her throat. Claire whimpered, the sounds of Dean's soft moans next to her was making her need to make him cum grow more and more.

Claire pulled her mouth back, her tongue swirled around the swollen tip, while she stroked his wet length.

She felt Dean's hand on the back of her head, gripping the thick strands of her golden hair and she paused, causing him to growl gutturally.

"Don't stop." Dean pleaded.

Claire acquiesced, shoving his cock in her throat and sucking deeply, hard, her teeth playfully nibbled on the tip. She pulled away, Dean moaning in protest. He watched through half lidded eyes as Claire began to strip, pulling her shorts and panties off, then her shirt. He did the same, removing his shirt and his boxers, his cock twitched at the sight of Claire's naked body.

She climbed on top of him as he moved to the center of the mattress, it squeaked under them. Claire grabbed his cock, lining it up with her dripping entrance and they both gasped as she sunk down over him.

"Oh god." Claire moaned, his cock deep inside her, rubbing against her cervix; Dean gripped her hips, guiding them as he silently begged her to fuck him. Claire moved her hips on her own, setting a steady rhythm as her hands placed themselves firmly on his broad chest, fingernails digging into his skin.

Dean sat up, his hands went down to her firm ass, squeezing as Claire continued to grind her hips over his, his dick sliding in and out of her with ease. She was so tight, gripping his cock deliciously and he couldn't help but moan. His lips went to her neck, and he sucked and nibbled on her flesh. Dean flipped them over, her body now nestled under his.

He sat on his knees, holding her legs up by her ankles, and slammed into her repeatedly.

"Dean!" Claire cried out, her head digging back into the pillows.

At this point, neither of them cared of Sam could hear them or not; the grip on Claire's ankles tightened and Dean groaned through his bitten lips as he felt her cunt begin to squeeze his fat cock; her cum coated his thick length. Dean growled, his thrusts slowing, hips twitching as the muscles at the base of his penis began to contract, his cum spilling inside her.

He slouched, breathing heavily as her legs fell over his shoulders tiredly. Claire smiled shakily, laughing when a pillow to her left came flying and hitting Dean directly on his head.

Dean turned his head and noticed Sam had gotten out of bed and stormed to the bathroom.

"We should get our own room next time." Dean said.

"I think you're right." Claire laughed.

I apologize in advance, I was a bit distracted writing this, so it's not as good.

Reviews are gratefully appreciated!

Until then...