May 6th, 2005

Tullahoma, Tennessee had sounded like it would be another stop in Small-Town, USA that would blend in with the rest when his dad had asked him to go check out a trail of dead bodies that had turned up, hearts missing, with officials citing 'animal attacks'. Five days in, Dean's suspicions had seemed to be willing out, but as he slowly stirred to life on the morning of day six with the brunette from the night before still pressed alongside his body, he found he might be willing to reconsider.

Lorelai Baudelaire had been an unexpected, but highly enjoyable, twist in his evening. Dean'd gone back to Bryson's intending to chat up the busty bartender he'd met on Wednesday, half-heartedly wishing Lee were still around to be his wingman, but Lorelai had derailed him almost immediately. She'd been seated at the corner of the bar, sipping on a cocktail and scanning a menu, looking somewhat out of place in the Podunk bar with her heeled boots, tight, dark, jeans, a racerback tank that did more than hint at the black, lacy bra she had on underneath, and a red leather jacket slung over the back of her stool. It was more than her clothes that made her stand out, but before he'd gotten the chance to really ponder what it was, he watched the sleaze Gloria had complained about approach, sights obviously set on the out-of-towner.

It hadn't been a conscious decision so much as an instinct to intervene. Dean hadn't been lying when he'd told her she looked like she'd had it handled after Don Juan had vacated the premises, but in the end, he was certainly glad he had.

"Mmm, you up?" Dean looked down through half-lidded eyes at the sound of the sleepy voice. She must have gotten up at some point in the middle of the night because Lorelai was no longer naked, but was instead wearing his shirt, and her hair, although mussed, was nowhere near as wild as it had been when they'd rolled off each other the night before. As if sensing his gaze, Lorelai nestled further into his side, using his torso to shield her eyes from the intruding sunshine.

"Yeah," he confirmed, shifting a bit himself so that he was more on his side, the new position providing her more cover from the window but turning himself away from it as well. Lorelai shuffled back ever so slightly, blearily looking up at him, an impish smile already playing across her features.

"Sleep well?" she asked, keeping her eyes locked with his. Dean smirked and nodded back at her. It had, in fact, been one of the more restful night's sleeps he'd had in a bit despite the limited hours they'd actually slept for. There was something to be said for going to bed after a good workout.

"Like a baby. You?" Lorelai stifled a yawn but nodded, one of her hands coming up to rest on his chest.

"Very much so." Before he knew it, she was craning up to meet his lips, kissing him invitingly while one of her bare legs slipped between his. She was careful, he noticed, not to be too pushy. What she was offering him was clear, but she left it exactly there: an offer. For Dean, it was an easy choice, and he deepened the kiss immediately. He loved a woman that knew what she wanted, and Lorelai Baudelaire certainly fit the bill.

"Fuck," he muttered, biting back a groan as her hand wrapped around his dick, her slender fingers taking a firm grip as she pumped him. Lorelai smiled against his lips and Dean rolled himself on top of her, accidentally breaking the kiss in the process. Lorelai laughed and Dean took her in hungrily. Most girls, he'd noticed, weren't nearly as attractive the next morning, away from the dim lighting of the bars, without the hazy feeling that came with the alcohol, with smudges of the last night's make up around their eyes and their hair in complete disarray. They were still pretty, but there was something about the rays of morning light that broke whatever spell had been cast at the onset.

Lorelai, however, was just as stunning as when he'd first laid eyes on her. What struck him was that it wasn't that she looked the same, because she didn't – Lorelai had the same battle scars of a night out every other woman usually did, from the messy hair to the smudged makeup – it was that she was still the same. There was something about the confident smile on her face, or maybe the brazen look in her eyes, Dean wasn't sure, but her lilting laugh went straight to his cock while simultaneously setting alarm bells off in his head that this girl was dangerous.

"See something you like?" she taunted, mimicking his words from the night before. Dean crashed his lips against hers as an answer, even as he pushed his shirt up her chest, revealing her tits, which were just as great as he remembered too. She arched up into him as he palmed at a breast, and rolled its nipple between his fingers, moaning into his mouth.

She tasted faintly of the vodka-cranberries and beer she'd been drinking the night before, her breath a bit stale, but Dean found he didn't care in the least when he felt her hands running through his hair. When he pulled away to catch his breath, her eyes were shining. They were a mess, both of them, but there was something about the way she was looking at him… the way she was smiling… that made his heart race and his blood burn with desire.

"That answer your question?" he asked just before dipping his head to replace his fingers with his mouth, sucking the now taught flesh between his lips and flicking it with his tongue. Her responsiveness spurred him on, letting him know she was as eager for him as he was for her, and Dean relished in the soft noises that fell past her lips and the way she strained to get closer. Her leg twined around his, and she shifted to pull his shirt over her head, leaving her bare to him again, all without disrupting him from what he was doing.

Eager to taste more of her after the preview he'd gotten the night before, Dean trailed his mouth further south, moving himself down the bed. He wasn't sure if he would be pressing a boundary, but Lorelai hadn't struck him as the self-conscious type, and he was willing to guess she wouldn't object. His suspicions held true when he pushed her thighs apart and his tongue darted out to swipe at her center. She was quick to cooperate, the breathy noise she let slip encouraging him along.

His tongue swirled around her, darting in and out, teasing her sensitive skin, and she gasped, lifting her hips to meet his touch. He couldn't help but savor the taste of her - sweet and salty with a certain tang. She moaned when he sucked on her clit, his name following in a heady tone when he added in a finger a moment later. Her hand, he noticed, was tangled in the bedsheets, gripping at them tightly.

She was shaking under him, her head rolling back, while Dean continued pleasuring her. He moved between licking and sucking, and when he added in a second finger, she began tensing in a way that let him know he had her on the edge again. Her other hand came down to grip at his hair, while her hips bucked of their own accord, and Dean smirked against her.

"Oh fuck," she hissed when he zeroed back in on her clit. "Right there. Oh god, Dean, please. Don't… don't stop."

It didn't take him much longer to have her screaming out his name again, her thighs clenching around him and her back lifting off the bed while she shattered. Dean didn't let up until she was tugging at him, and then, much like after she'd come the first time the night before, she pulled him in for a desperate kiss, quickly wrapping her legs around him and rolling them so she was on top. Dean let her, more than happy to have a hot, naked woman on top of him, and kissed her back hungrily, letting her taste herself on his mouth.

His dick, painfully hard by then, brushed against Lorelai's core, and it was Dean's turn to buck, his desire turning to need at the feeling. Lorelai shifted her hips to be able to grind down against him, and Dean reacted so quickly it felt like a reflex, his hands gripping at her hips and thrusting up at her fast and hard.

"Shit," he hissed, Lorelai breaking their kiss to look at him. In this position, her tits swayed in his face and he thought about just burying his face between them.

"I want you," she keened, and Dean was more than happy to oblige.

"Grab my jeans," he told her, nodding towards the floor. "I should have another condom."

She reached over him, gripping at him with her thighs to keep her balance as she leaned over the side of the bed. Dean couldn't stop himself from reaching for her breast while she did, taking care to squeeze and pinch and make her squirm in pleasure. When she eventually straightened back up, she gave him a look that would have been described as reprimanding if she didn't also look like she wanted to fuck his brains out. She handed him the packet, scooting back to let him take care of it. He was mildly surprised, given that she was clearly comfortable in the bedroom, but didn't give it too much thought as her lips descended on his ear, her tongue tracing along its shell before lathing behind the lobe.

"I can't wait to ride you," she whispered, her hot breath landing on his skin and sending shivers down his spin. The imagery her words provoked had him stifling a groan while he hurriedly rolled the latex down his shaft.

"No waiting required, sweetheart, let's go," he said, slapping her ass. Lorelai eagerly straddled him again, taking care to line him up with her entrance, before sinking down, taking every inch of him inside her. Dean hissed in pleasure, watching as he stretched her out, Lorelai's head falling back in ecstasy, her jaw opening in a silent scream while she braced her hands behind her on his thighs and leaned back, supporting her weight. When she'd taken him to the hilt she paused, and Dean quickly brought up a hand, rubbing a finger against her clit. She moaned loudly, rocking her hips against him and started to move, her head coming back up. Dean caught her eye but was more entranced with the way her tits were bouncing while he and Lorelai found a rhythm.

As they began going faster Lorelai moved to lean forward, her hands coming to brace against his shoulders instead, giving her better leverage. Dean appreciated the new angle, grabbing her hips to thrust up into her tight, wet heat, but he appreciated even more that it put him eye level with her chest and he quickly moved one of his hands to her back, pulling her close enough that he could bury his face in her.

"Ohhh," she moaned, her hips stuttering and then picking up the pace while the grip she had on his shoulders tightened. Dean moved the hand from her back to massage one of her breasts, while he licked and suckled at the other one. "Dean! Yes!" she cried.

Dean couldn't help but groan as he felt himself lose control, the intensity of the moment washing over him like a tidal wave. Her body moved in perfect synchronicity with his, every thrust pushing him further into the depths of desire. The sweat from their bodies mingled with the heat of the room, the air thick with the scent of lust and adrenaline.

Lorelai's body undulated above him, her lips parted and her breath coming in gasps as she let out a series of moans that seemed to wrap around him, pulling him deeper into the vortex of their passion. Her nails gripped the flesh of his shoulders, leaving a trail of small red marks that only added to the eroticism of the scene.

He moved his hand to her back, his mouth releasing her nipple with a pop, and he guided her hips as they moved together, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. Lorelai's eyes locked onto his, their gazes locked in a silent communication that seemed to transcend words, and they met halfway, their mouths colliding against one another in a hungry kiss.

Their movements became more frantic, their bodies slamming together with an animalistic ferocity that belied the soft, quiet moans escaping from Lorelai, and Dean thought she might be getting close.

He slid a hand between them, finding her throbbing core again and digging into it, rubbing it with a firm, but gentle pressure. His fingers moved in circles, matching the rhythm of their fucking, heightening the pleasure for both of them. Lorelai's body trembled above him, her breath hitched and then she cried out, her orgasm hitting suddenly. Dean felt her muscles clench around him, pulling him in deeper, and he knew he was close to the edge as well.

Lorelai rode him out, her body shaking and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Dean watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her lips parting in a silent scream again. She was lost in the ecstasy, her body convulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

He couldn't hold on any longer either, and as Lorelai's body finally stilled, he thrust upward one last time, letting out a primal roar as he came, his release firing through his body like a bolt of lightning. His spine arched, and his grip tightened on Lorelai's hips, holding her still as he emptied himself inside the condom, while Lorelai collapsed on top of him. She kissed at his neck, while her hips still moved against him, fucking him through his own release, though her movements were much less frantic than before. Dean held her close as he pushed back up into her, both of them panting and stilling as they came down from their highs.

A moment or two later, Lorelai rolled off him, his softening dick hitting against his stomach when she did. Dean pushed himself up, reaching down to remove the condom, careful not to let any spill out onto the sheets. In the light of day, he noticed there was a bathroom door ajar on the other side of the door, and made a mental note to ask Lorelai if he could freshen up before he got out of her hair. Although he was surprised to realize that for once he wasn't climbing the walls looking for an exit just yet.

Condom dispensed with, Dean collapsed back onto the bed next to her, still breathing heavily, and grinned at the sated look on her face. Feeling his gaze, she tilted her head up to meet it and smiled back, stretching.

"Hell of a good morning," he commented, and she let out half a chuckle.

"What's everyone always saying? Seize the day or some garbage like that?"

"Well, you seized something, alright," he quipped back, and watched Lorelai's cheeks flush ever so slightly.

"Hmm, yeah. I'm making coffee, you want some?" Dean nodded and shifted back into a seated position while he watched her roll out of the bed.

"Please. You mind if I use your shower?" Lorelai shook her head and jerked a thumb towards the door he'd spied on the other side of the room.

"Not at all, it's through there," she told him, while he climbed to his feet himself and started fishing his clothes off the floor.

"Thanks," he told her, taking a moment to appreciate her still naked form before going through the door she'd pointed at. She really was hot.

Dean wasn't surprised at the lack of any personal touches to the space, given that it was a rental, but he noticed that she either hadn't unpacked or she traveled light. There was a small, zippered toiletries case on the corner of the counter, a stack of towels folded atop the shelf over the toilet, and some bottles of body wash and shampoo in the shower in addition to what he assumed was standard issue bar soap that probably came with the rented cabin.

Throwing his clothes on top of the toilet, Dean turned on the water and didn't hesitate before stepping under the spray, letting the cool water hit his still warm skin and wash away the sweat he'd worked up with the woman in the other room. He tried not to dwell, but it had been a while since he'd clicked so effortlessly with someone. With Sam gone, and him and his dad hunting separately more and more, being on the road had been wearing on him more and more. It had been fun, hunting with Lee, but after Arizona his friend had been radio silent, and Dean didn't have anything to offer to make the memories of that hunt better.

He reached for the bar soap, his eyes flitting over the bottle of pink body wash next to it and frowned. Lorelai was a civilian, and if he'd learned anything from Cassie, it was that getting involved with civilians was only a recipe for disaster. His dad had more than drilled it into his head that connections like Cassie, like what Lorelai had the potential to be, were weaknesses, and that all he could offer them was danger. Add in the rejection that was surely waiting for him if he ever revealed what was really out there, and what he was really doing on the road, and there was nothing to gain from seeing this girl again. There was a reason he was a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy, it was better to stick with it. And besides, just because he was into her didn't mean she was into him. She'd been the one to point out first that she was into the casual thing too.

A few minutes later, he was toweling off in the bathroom when he heard music floating in from down the hall. It took him a minute to place given how faint it was from where he was standing, but eventually he recognized it for AC/DC's Back in Black and he had to hand it to her, she had at least managed to demonstrate good taste in the twelve hours or so since he'd met her. The appreciation she'd had for his car alone had been proof of that.

Once he was dressed, he followed the sound to her kitchen, and couldn't help but stop and watch as he took in the scene. The music was louder here, blasting from a CD player she had stashed towards the back of a counter. The smell of coffee filled the room, and she had a mug of it in her hands while she danced around the kitchen, her hips swaying and head nodding to the beat. In his absence she'd pulled her mane of hair into a messy bun and thrown on a small pair of shorts and a faded looking old t-shirt.

Her back was to him, and she was completely oblivious to his presence with her attention instead being focused on the griddle in front of her, where it looked like she was making pancakes, and the bowl of batter she had next to it. Checking the bottom of one, she smiled to herself and began piling her batch onto a plate, sipping on the coffee as she did.

It felt like a scene that belonged out of someone else's life, but he found he was struck again by her comfortability in her own skin. As he watched, he realized that it didn't matter to her whether he was there or not. He didn't know much about her, but it had sounded like she traveled nearly as much as he did, and he supposed that if that were true it would make sense for her to be just as self-reliant. Hunting aside, the traveling alone made it hard to form any type of long-standing bonds. People had a hard time keeping in touch when you were never in the same place twice. He'd learned that at a young age, and stopped trying to make friends by the time he reached high school.

Despite everything in him that was screaming at him to walk to the door and not look back, Dean found himself entranced by the creature in front of him. Would it really be such a bad thing, he wondered, to see her again while they were both in town? This was different than when he'd met Cassie. She was different than Cassie. This wasn't her home any more than it was his. She'd be moving on too, and probably wasn't going to want to form any attachments just as much as he didn't. So really, what was the harm in finding another opportunity to have those long legs of hers wrapped around him again? No one had ever accused him of turning down a good time.

He was still standing there when she ladled out another glob of pancake batter, and watched as she flung it onto the griddle just a little too hard. It splattered, more than he'd have expected, some of it flying up to hit her in the face, and her coffee sloshing out of her mug when she jumped in surprise. It escalated quickly, when she tried to rush to put the coffee down and swap it out for paper towels but misjudged her reach and hit her wrist on the side of the burning cooktop. Lorelai swore and Dean instinctively jumped to action, rushing forward and quickly turning on the cold water of the sink while gently pulling her away from the griddle. She was still looking at him in surprise when he pushed her wrist under the stream and moved around her to clean up the spill.

"I didn't even hear you get out!" Her eyes were still wide and she bit her bottom lip, looking slightly embarrassed. Dean grinned at her and finished wiping up the spilled coffee. There wasn't much, and smelling the pancakes she already had going starting to burn he quickly threw the used paper towels into the trash can and eased the spatula out of her non-injured hand.

"You were a little busy," he teased, moving to man the griddle. Lorelai's cheeks flushed and she watched him while she held her wrist under the stream of water a moment longer.

"I'm not much of a cook," she admitted as she turned off the water and moved down towards the coffee pot. Dean pulled the pancakes off and onto a plate she'd already pulled out, and dolled out a few more while she moved around, talking over her shoulder. "But I was hungry. And pancakes seemed easy enough."

"I found a good breakfast place off of East Lincoln," he told her. "They had good bacon and pancakes." Lorelai turned around then, holding out a fresh cup of coffee and reaching for the spatula back in exchange.

"Yes, but more importantly, how was their coffee?" she asked, reaching once more for her own mug once they'd traded places.

"Cafeine addict?" he asked, and Lorelai let out a snort of laughter.

"My brother used to be fond of claiming I'm 60% coffee instead of 60% water like normal people." Dean laughed and took a sip of the stuff she'd given him. Some part of his brain was curious at her use of the past tense, but he opted not to give into it.

"Well, their coffee was good too, from one addict to another." Lorelai grinned at him, flipping one of the pancakes, this time without incident.

"I'll have to remember that then." Dean nodded, quietly observing and drinking the coffee while she went about what she was doing. He wrestled with himself for a moment before finally biting the bullet.

"Maybe if we're both still in town, I can take you there one day this week."

That caught her attention, and she turned away from the griddle, eyebrow raised, though her smile didn't slip once. She eyed him for a moment, as though waiting for him to tell her he was joking or for him to have second thoughts, but when neither of those things happened, she made a face, almost as though she were impressed, and nodded.

"Yeah, okay," she agreed, turning back to pull the next and seemingly last round of pancakes away from the heat. "We could do that, Winchester. I'm that good of a lay, huh?"

"Nah, you were a lousy lay," he joked. "Great pool player though." Lorelai laughed before drinking deeply from her coffee mug and grabbing for the plate piled up with pancakes. She offered it to him, lowering the mug from her lips.

"Want some? They're probably not great, but I promise they won't kill you or anything."

She wasn't wrong about not being able to cook, but Dean found himself laughing through most of his short breakfast, sipping on coffee and muscling down two or three of the pancakes - Lorelai opting to roll them up with her hands and dip them in syrup rather than bother with silverware, and Dean following suit - while the CD player kept going. He assumed it was a mix tape of her own making, because when Back in Black ended it had gone from AC/DC to The Rolling Stones, and then to Lynyrd Skynyrd.

"You never did say what you were in town for," Dean pointed out as he gathered up his things a few minutes later, dishes in the sink, and Lorelai sipping on her second cup of coffee. She gave him an incredulous look, the twinkle in her eye giving away that she already knew he was right.

"Sure I did. Told you I was in town for work."

"Ah, but you never told me what you do for work," he pointed out, shrugging on his jacket. The irony of his prodding registered, and he knew he wouldn't push the issue past there.

"Gotta leave a little mystery," she told him, something playful in her voice, following him towards the door, "you know, in case my pool skills aren't good enough to get me that breakfast. Keep you thinking about me."

"Oh trust me, sweetheart," he told her, pausing and turning at the door, "I doubt I'll be forgetting about you any time soon." Her cheeks flushed again, and Dean was surprised at how much he liked the idea that he could elicit that reaction in her.

"Likewise. Thanks again for last night." He nodded, one of his hands coming to rest on her hip.

"Nothing to thank me for, I had fun. It'd be alright if I call you again while I'm in town?" It was a real question that time, different from their banter before, and Dean could see the hesitation play across Lorelai's features. She bit her bottom lip, mulling, until she nodded slowly.

"Yeah," she agreed. "You can call me. I'll probably be around for a bit."

Dean wasn't sure how long he'd be around, but that was a good enough answer for him, and he dipped his head, capturing her lips in a different kind of kiss from the others they'd shared. It was still hot, but it was a different kind of heat, more languid. Dean felt himself savoring the feeling of her soft body pressed up against him, her tongue rolling against his, learning the contours of her mouth. When they broke apart, he felt heady, and she let him rest his forehead against hers for a moment before she stepped back. Coming back to reality he straightened back up and opened the door.

The Impala was sitting out front waiting for him, her black paint gleaming in the sunlight. Away from the cover of night, he noticed the car it was parked next to that had escaped his attention when they'd arrived and he grimaced, looking back to Lorelai.

"Is that your rental?" he asked, remembering what she'd said in the parking lot about keeping her car with her godfather. Lorelai frowned, peering around the door with a look of disdain on her face as her eyes fell on the Mitsubishi Eclipse.

"Unfortunately," she confirmed, her voice falling flat. "Plastic piece of shit." Silently, Dean agreed, and pulled out his keys.

"If we go out, I'll pick you up," he said, heading towards the street while Lorelai leaned against the doorframe. "That thing's a fucking travesty."

By the time he was pulling the driver's side door open she was smiling. He spared her a wave, which she returned, before sliding onto the bench seat. He watched her retreat inside the cabin and close the door just a moment later and deflated as he stuck his keys in the ignition and turned the engine over. He decided then and there that Lorelai Baudelaire was dangerous, but he'd never been good at walking away from danger.