Naked and Alone (Dean Winchester)
warning: sort of smutty, violence and some curse words.
I promised myself I wasn’t going to keep doing this to myself, but here I was once again letting him kiss down my body.
“Dean.” I moaned putting my hands in his hair.
Dean Winchester was like a drug I just couldn’t quit. It ate me up inside.
“fuck.” Dean moaned taking my shirt off.
He traced his fingers over my anti-possession tattoo that looked similar to his.
“Dean please.” I begged tired of his teasing already.
Dean Winchester was the closest thing to love I’ve ever felt. When you hunt supernatural creatures for a living, it’s very dangerous to fall in love. Nobody would know that better than Sam Winchester, Dean’s little brother. He lost his true love Jessica to a demon and he hasn’t been the same ever since. Dean changed after that too. He used to hunt with me and spend his time with me and Bobby, but now were just strangers who meet up to screw around.
“Dean oh god.” I moaned as he kissed down my neck.
Our late night meetings were getting more frequent and I was starting to feel more than just lust for the man. Dean pulled down my black jeans leaving me exposed to him. I reached up pulling off his shirt. If I didn’t know any better I could’ve sworn Dean was sculpted by a bunch of angels. I kissed his neck and down his chest. Dean gripped me by the back of the neck bringing my face back up to his. In one swift motion Dean’s sweats and boxers were on the floor, and so was my thong.
“Dean.” I moaned again letting him slip inside of me.
Dean Winchester was the only man who had this effect over me. His thrusts were slow at first but quickened with every sound that I made. His moans were mixed with mine in a euphoric bliss. It didn’t take long for either of us to finish. Dean rolled off of me sitting up on the bed. There was a awkward silence. I turned my back to him, knowing he’d leave soon, like he always did.
“are you okay?” Dean asked standing up putting on his clothes.
“I’m fine.” I snapped.
Dean sat back down patting my back. He wasn’t a comforting guy so this was at least something from him. He got up again walking towards the door.
“i’ll see you soon.” Dean said walking out.
I pulled my hair screaming. I needed to let him go. I knew that, but I couldn’t force myself to. I knew that the same thing would happen, we’d each go on a hunt, we’d win, he’d call, and then I’d be right back where I am now, in some cheap motel naked and alone. I got up sliding my thong and pants back on.
“hello?” A person said knocking on my door.
I quickly threw my bra and sweater on before peering out of the hole in the door. It wasn’t anybody I recognized. I grabbed a blade from under my pillow stuffing it in the waist of my pants. I opened the door looking at the woman standing there. She had blue eyes and short blonde hair.
“can I help you?” I said keeping my one hand on my hip close to the blade.
“yeah my car broke down and your room was the closest. Do you have a phone I could barrow?” She said sweetly.
She didn’t look to be dangerous so I turned around to go get my cell phone. When I turned back she was in the room and the door was shut. My hand instinctively reached for the blade in my pants.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” She threatened her eyes turning black as coal.
“What do you want?” I asked backing away from the demon.
“Meg, the names Meg and what do I want? That’s a great question y/n.” She started.
I gave her a confused look. How could she know my name? I’d never seen her before in my life.
“yeah that’s right, I know who you are. You can thank Mr. Winchester for that. I want them, the Winchesters. You’re going to help me get them. ” She said coming close to me.
She reached her hand in the waist of my pants pulling out the serrated blade.
“how am I going to do that?” I asked swallowing the lump in my throat.
“You’re going to scream.” She whispered.
Before I could register what happened, Meg plunged the blade in my shoulder causing me to let out a shriek of pain.
“that’s not loud enough.” Meg said grabbing the knife out and plunging it in my thigh this time.
I bit my tongue trying not to scream. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction that she wanted. I could taste blood as I continued to bite my tongue, blocking out the shooting pain from my shoulder and leg. I tried to fight her off but she was winning. She ripped my shirt off staring at my anti-possession tattoo. While she was distracted I kicked her off of me crawling over to my bag on the floor.
“were not done playing.” Meg screamed getting up.
I was close to my bag now. I grabbed it, taking out the vile of holy water I kept in there. Meg grabbed my legs bringing me back to the center of the room. I turned around quickly splashing her with the holy water.
“you bitch!” She screamed.
I took the opportunity to grab the knife by her feet.
“now I’m just going to kill you.” She said coming closer.
In one swift motion I slit her throat with the knife. She put her hand up to stop the bleeding.
“this isn’t over.” She choked out before disappearing.
I took a moment to register what had just happened. Sam and Dean were in trouble. I had to warn them. My head fought against me telling me I should just leave and let them handle it but my heart won out. I got up to walk when a shooting pain in my leg knocked me over. I crawled over to my cell phone dialing Dean’s number.
“come on pick up.” I screamed as the phone kept ringing.
It rang a few more times before he picked up.
“y/n what’s wrong?” Dean asked.
“Dean.” I breathed out.
and here I was again, laying naked and alone in a cheap motel. I told Dean about Meg and he helped me patch up my shoulder and leg. He told me that Meg wanted the colt. I knew the colt existed but I didn’t know that the Winchesters had possession of it. One thing led to another and here we were. This time it was different though. Dean was right in the next room, sleeping soundly next to Sam. I ran my hands through my hair letting out a frustrated sigh. We, actually Dean, decided that we should stick together since Meg came after me.
“y/n?” A voice said from the other side of the door.
This time I knew who the voice belonged too.
“come in.” I said pulling the duvet up to cover my still naked body.
Dean opened the door stepping in slightly.
“you okay?” He asked coming over and sitting on the bed.
“I’m fine.” I said playing with the duvet.
“you know you’re one badass hunter, but a terrible liar." Dean said finally looking at me.
I took a deep breath trying to blink back the oncoming tears.
"you caught me." I said my voice shaking a little bit.
"look Meg can’t get to you without getting through me first." Dean said grabbing my hand in his.
"It’s not Meg.” I said keeping my voice low.
“than what is it?” Dean questioned.
I looked at his stone cold features.
“It’s you Dean, you’re my problem.” I said firmly.
He got off the bed and stared down at the floor. It was as if I just delivered a sucker punch to his large ego. I tried to see his face to register what he was thinking but he stayed looking at the floor.
“I don’t understand.” Dean said scratching the back of his neck.
He finally looked up and his face was contorted with a hurt look. I thought of the best way to explain myself without telling him how I felt about him.
“Dean I just feel used.” I said now being the one to look at the floor.
“Used? I don’t use you.” He said getting awfully defensive.
I got a little angry myself now.
“Dean, its the same thing every time. You and I go take a case and then when were done you call asking where I am. You always end up in my bed and I being the stupid girl I am always let you. Then you just leave and I’m left laying naked and alone thinking about how I need to stop letting you play with my feelings.” I screamed getting out of bed.
The duvet fell leaving me exposed in front of Dean. Dean was quiet just eyeing my body.
“Get out Dean.” I said shoving him towards the door.
He grabbed my arms bringing me to his chest. I tried to wiggle my way away from him but he was stronger. He kept me pressed to his chest. I looked up at him but he was already staring at me. He leaned down pressing his soft lips against my own.
“do you really want me to leave?” Dean asked pulling away his voice laced with lust.
I grabbed the back of his neck bringing his lips back down to mine. He picked me up carrying me back to the bed not once breaking the kiss.
“Dean” I moaned breaking the kiss.
Dean pulled off his t-shirt and jeans before attaching his lips to my neck.
That’s when I knew. I loved Dean Winchester, even if he always left me naked and alone, I knew I should stop but I could tell I wasn’t going to, at least not anytime soon.