A/N: Yikes yikes yikes this part is waaaaaaayyyyy overdue. It’s been done and in my notes but I just felt like it was missing something, and I kept coming back to it. I finally decided fuck it and I’m posting it now.
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Word count: 2323
Warnings: There’s some smut toward the end of this one.
It was, quite possibly, one of the worst days of her life. On top of the worst week of her life.
On the way to work, her car broke down, and had to wait for a tow truck before she could make it to work.
So she wound up an hour and a half late, where HR chewed her ass out for being late, especially after being given a day and a half off already.
And then Kel called in to say that he needed to study for an Oceanography test coming up and wouldn’t make it in, leaving her to do all of her work by herself. She could’ve really used the help, especially after everything that had been going on with her axolotls, since she was still trying to figure out what exactly killed a third of their numbers.
And then she went to lunch with Jamie, since she didn’t have a car, and he insisted on Chinese food. By this point in the shittiest day in the world, she didn’t even have the heart to tell him that she hated Chinese food. Instead, she got some white rice and claimed that she wasn’t very hungry when Jamie had asked.
So then she went back to work, and she realized that she left her wallet at the restaurant. Cue another unnecessary trip in which she retrieved her wallet, and another ass chewing from HR for taking too long of a break.
She about burst into tears when she couldn’t get her microscope to function properly, until she finally realized that she simply hadn’t turned the light on.
Jamie seemed to notice her bad luck and the constant state of distress she was in, so he tried to help how he could, but he wound up contaminating a culture she’d been growing for a few hours. By that point she had laughed at how the world was fucking her over, bordering on hysterical.
Five o’ clock couldn’t have come any slower. However, the purr of a black Chevy Impala was the first good thing to happen to her all day.
She didn’t say a word as she climbed into the passenger seat, not even wanting to hazard a guess at how Dean was back from work so early.
“Hey,” he murmurs, and she looks over to him tiredly. He takes in her defeated expression, and his gaze softens. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she lies, but he knows better than to push it. He drives slow, moving a hand over to rest it against her knee, where he rubs gentle, soothing circles with his thumb.
“Well, Garth asked for a few more hours, so they scheduled me short today and tomorrow, thank God,” he states, trying to make some talk in the heavy silence. “That means we can leave a little earlier on Friday. Are you going with us, Sweetheart?”
“I don’t know, Dean,” she shakes her head and looks out the window. “Right now, that is the least of my worries.”
He nods slowly, sensing her sour mood and not wanting to make it worse.
“I think Sam is making some dinner now,” he says as he pulls into his driveway. “Or at least, that’s what he said he was doing when I left to go get you.”
She nods and steps out of his car and heads for the front door, not even bothering to wait on him as she marched to the kitchen.
“Hey, it’s almost done!” Sam calls over his shoulder as he hears the chair scrape across the floor.
She lays her head down for a few moments, feeling Dean’s hand come up to rub her back a few times as he pulled his own chair out.
“You need some midol or something?” he asks, and she shoots him a dark glare.
“I’m not on my fucking period. Don’t you ever fucking assume that I am because I’m having a bad day again,” she hisses, and he recoils slightly.
“Sorry, I just… Just trying to help,” he explains, and she stands up to grab a glass from the cabinet so she can pour herself a drink.
And of course, she drops the glass on the floor, listening to the loud shattering sound.
“Shit, don’t move, I’ll go get a broom,” Dean says, and Sam stoops down to carefully pick up some of the larger shards.
By the time Dean returns with a broom, she’s sobbing into her hands, leaning against the counter.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a glass,” Dean tells her, sweeping around her feet and collecting the broken glass safely. “It happens. I’ve dropped too many to count, anyways.”
Sam takes the broom from him and gestures toward her, where her shoulders are shaking with sobs and her face is buried into her hands.
“Hey, come here,” he urges, grabbing her shoulders to turn her body toward his. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Sweetheart, I’m here.”
Her arms curl around him, her face burying into her neck as she released her pent up frustration with her day. He looks to Sam and mouths a ‘Really bad day’ in explanation before gently guiding her out of the kitchen and toward his room.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he repeats, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead and get it out. Scream, cry, yell… Get it out.”
“I wish I never fucking woke up this morning,” she hisses, crawling into his lap so she can loop her arms around his neck. “Lucifer just threw everything at me today! He’s having a real good laugh at my expense!”
“I know, Sweetheart,” he says gently, continuing to rub her back. “I’m here for you.”
“I hate HR,” she mutters as she sniffles.
“Who doesn’t?” he murmurs in return, sliding his hands up the back of her arms.
“I hate Chinese food,” she continues miserably.
“Who doe… Wait, really?” he asks, the thought catching him off guard.
“I don’t like the taste of it,” she mumbles. “I don’t really like sweet and sour together. And I don’t like the taste of teriyaki or fish sauce or anything like that.”
“I never would’ve guessed,” he returns. “Well… I can show you something I like the taste of.”
“Oh?” she sniffles and looks up to him just in time for his lips to press to hers.
She doesn’t pull away, rather she lets him kiss her, the feeling providing some relief to her horrible day.
His lips guide along her jaw, slowly caressing her flesh as she tucked into his neck. Her breaths hit his skin in soft, shaking exhales as his mouth trailed down the side of her neck.
“Let me make you feel better?” he asks quietly, lifting his head from her neck to look her in the eyes, his green orbs desperate. “Please, Princess? I want to.”
“I love it when you call me Princess,” she whispers, lifting one hand to thread through his hair. “But I… I kinda…”
“Talk to me,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw.
“I’ve never… I’ve never had a guy go down on me,” she exhales sharply, turning her face away as her cheeks flooded with pink. “So… I don’t want it to be weird but…”
“Never?” he asks, a smile growing on his lips as his gaze flickered up to hers.
“No, I’ve only even had sex with a few guys, and they were all disappointing,” she explains.
“Well, now I’ve got to,” he turns with ease and lowers her back to the bed, so that he hovers over her. “I’ve got to show you what you’ve been missing. Make up for a shitty day and give you something nice to dream about.”
She bites her bottom lip in amusement at his enthusiasm, nodding slightly.
“Good, Princess,” he purrs, lifting himself for long enough to shut his bedroom door and lock it before returning to her. “Let’s get you naked.”
“Couldn’t you say it a little more romantically?” she groans as he eagerly pushes her shirt up her body.
“Sorry, let me try that again,” he clears his throat and lowers his lips to her neck, placing a kiss before letting his lips graze the shell of her ear. “I want to get you out of these clothes so I can worship your body and feel you come on my tongue, so I can taste you and see if you taste like what I’ve dreamed about.” He pulls away and gives her a subtle smirk. “Better?”
“Better,” she sighs, arching her back to help her shirt over her head. She unclasps her bra as his fingers move to her jeans, pulling them down her legs before tossing them in the growing pile of her clothes.
“God, you are such a beautiful sight, princess,” he praises, looking down on her form while tracing his bottom lip with his tongue. “I can’t wait to make you come all over me.”
“Dean!” she moans desperately, hooking her leg around his thigh to pull him closer. He grins and falls to his knees, gripping her thighs with his large hands to pull her to the edge of the bed.
He grunts and presses a kiss just above her belly, giving a soft nip to her flesh that had her writhing in his grip.
“You’re sensitive, huh?” he asks, nipping her lower belly again to watch her writhe. “This is going to be fun.”
“Is that sarcasm?” she asks with a squeak as his tongue rolled over her inner thigh.
“Not at all, Princess,” he returns. “I do love going down on women. Some might even call it a kink of mine.”
“Oh my God, shut up,” she mutters, gasping as he bit at her inner thigh.
“I’m gonna figure out all of your dirty little kinks, just wait Princess,” he rumbles, sliding his nose up her clothed core. “But first I’m gonna make you come.”
A whimpered gasp leaves her lips as his tongue follows the trail of his nose, and her hands fist in his rumpled bedsheets.
“God, I love the sounds you make,” he purrs, hands massaging her thighs before moving to pull down her underwear. “Mm, you look amazing, Princess.”
“Shut up with the commentary, please,” she exhales.
“Fine, Princess,” he agrees, and then his mouth attaches to her clit with a deadly precision that has her releasing a string of expletives.
Strong hands smooth up and down her thighs and lower stomach, feeling her flesh tremble in anticipation.
He gives a small suck and she cries out, twisting in his grip so much that one of his hands has to move to her belly and hold her down to his bed.
He looks up at her, finding her gaze watching him with short breaths leaving her lips, and he winks.
He fucking winks.
His mouth pulls away, but doesn’t give her a second before his tongue is sliding through her damp folds.
“Shit!” she gasps, reaching one hand down to his hair, so that she has a part of him to hold onto as his mouth begins to move in earnest.
His hand squeezes her thigh once before moving up to her breast, drawing a low moan from her as he tweaked a nipple with his fingertips.
“Dean, oh my God, please,” she whimpers as his movements remained slow and controlled, his tongue licking a long stripe up her aching core. “Please, Dean.”
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he purrs, moving the hand from her belly down to tease her as he gave small, quick suckles to her clit.
“God, please, you’re just teasing me!” she cries out, tightening her grip on his hair as he slipped two fingers in to the first knuckle. “Please, you said you’d make me come.”
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he repeats, fingers slipping to the second knuckle and moving slowly.
“Fuck! I want you to make me come, please!” she gasps as his fingers begin a scissoring motion, sliding in and out slowly.
“I love a woman who can beg,” he grins up at her. “Because you asked so nicely.”
His shoulders push her knees slightly further apart as his fingers curled and found the spot that made her toes curl and another round of expletives leave her lips.
“So perfect, Princess,” he murmurs, his pace quickening in an effort to draw her to her end.
She twists and writhes under him, her breaths coming shorter and shorter as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“Dean, fuck, right there!” she cries out, her back arching as she balanced precariously before a keening cry leaves her lips and she spirals into her release.
Heavy gasps for air make her chest rise and fall rapidly as he gives a few lingering kisses to her thighs and hips while letting her come down from her high.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Princess,” he praises, slowly rising up her body as she exhales a shaking breath.
“Thank you, Dean, that was…” she trails off and closes her eyes, feeling his warm lips press a few kisses to her neck. “Fuck, I just… I could take a nap right now.”
“Wore you out that much?” he teases, laying down beside her. She turns to her side and looks at him, her cheeks blushing pink.
“I feel so relaxed,” she admits, slinking an arm around his neck and tucking into him.
“I take it you don’t want to eat dinner, then?” he asks, and she stiffens immediately.
“Oh my God. Your brother,” she gasps, looking up at him with wide eyes. “He just heard all of that.”
“He won’t bring it up, trust me,” Dean returns with a half smile. “So, nap or food?”
“Dean, if food is ever an option for anything, my answer will always be food,” she tells him.
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