Summary: Reader has been in Purgatory for a few years surviving as best she can with her companion Benny.
Characters: Reader, Dean, Benny, Castiel
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2041
Warnings: SMUT (fingering, oral - male and female receiving, a little bit of breath play), canon typical violence, canon typical angst5Please respect copyright.PENANA5IoOsUzhQg
A/N 2: Bolded text denotes dialogue from the show, credit goes to the writers.
The next day you find the stream. Water babbles over the rocks at the edge, the welcome sound calling to you. You start to strip; the cool, clean water is too tempting to ignore.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” Dean asks surprised.
“I don’t remember the last time I had a shower or a bath,” you say, shimmying out of your pants. “If you think I’m going to pass up a chance to get clean, you’re mistaken.”
Dean puts out his arms standing in between you and Benny. “Benny, you want to give us a moment?”
“Whatever you say chief. I’ll make sure you’re not interrupted.” He walks back into the trees.
Dean starts pulling off his clothes and you give him a questioning look.
“If you think that I’m gonna let you go in there by yourself, then you are mistaken.”
You smile pulling off your bra and running into the water. It’s cold but you keep going, diving under the water. It feels exquisite as the water washes away the grime and blood. You pop up, pushing your hair back from your face. Suddenly strong arms circle you. You turn to Dean, beads of water speckle his face, and water drips from his hair.
He pulls you tighter, your breasts pressing against his chest as his lips touch yours. You wrap your legs around his waist reveling in the warmth of his body. It’s easy for him to hold you with one arm so the other snakes between you. His fingers trailing over your folds before he pushes two into you. He finds your sensitive ridge immediately; wasting no time, he curls the pads of his fingers up, while his thumb circles your swollen bud. Reaching between your bodies, you grasp his hard cock, gently pumping him. He bucks his hips into you, plunging faster and you match your pace to his. The coil in your belly tightens as he pushes you closer to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls.
“Me too, god keep going.”
Dean’s hips stutter just as you clench around his fingers. You come together crying out each other’s names. You keep your legs around him as he walks through the water. Eventually, you break away from each other and make your way back to shore. After shaking off as much water as possible to pull your clothes back on. As you’re buttoning up your jeans, your vampire's ears pick up movement among the trees. You look up and your eyes lock onto Benny’s; he’s watching you from the shadows of the trees, his eyes dark. You quickly grab your shirt, pulling it over your head.
Once you and Dean are dressed you join Benny, moving through the forest, following the trail along the stream once more. Dean goes up ahead and you pull Benny close to you.
“What the hell are you doing Benny?”
“What’d ya mean, cher?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I’m sorry, love, I can’t turn it off as you can, I guess.”
“Well get it together, if Dean finds out…” you trail off as your mind races with how bad it could get if Dean found out about you and Benny.
“Ah, Y/N, you worryin’ about me?”
“Yes, actually. You need to just forget about what happened. I didn’t think I was ever going to see Dean again, and I was scared and lonely-”
“So, I was just convenient?” Benny asks, an edge creeping into his voice.
“No, you know that’s not what I mean. But Dean? He’s the love of my life.”
“I get it, cher, don’t cha worry about me.”
Dean comes into view; standing, looking from side to side. You stop, straining to listen. You hear footfalls, lots of them. Benny puts his hand on your shoulder, he hears it too. You rush over to Dean, the three of you standing back to back to back, scanning the trees for what’s coming.
The wave of nasties is never-ending. You’d battled many at once before but this is unrelenting. The three of you keep your backs to one another, careful not to break away from the circle. You slice at every advance, thankful for your heightened vampire senses. You hear a noise from above; you cast your eyes around the trees above and see the werewolf just as it drops on you. He hits your shoulders, knocking you down; you and your blade rolling down an embankment away from the others.
“Y/N!”
You hear Dean struggle; the slicing of flesh, the dropping of heads and bodies fills the air, as you grapple with the werewolf. He gnashes his teeth at you; you punch, catching his jaw, whipping his face away. He falls back, landing with a grunt on the ground. You scramble to your feet, scanning for something that could be used as a weapon. Something grips you from behind, locking your arms at your sides. You throw your head back into whatever it is. It unceremoniously drops you to the ground. You jump up in time to see Dean take off their head. He tosses you your blade just as the werewolf lunges for you. You cut an arc through the air separating him from his head as the pieces land on either side of you.
“Where do they keep coming from?” you hiss.
“It wasn’t like this for you before?” Dean asks.
“No!”
Dean stalks towards you, both of you scanning the area and find Benny has been holding off the remaining attackers. You group together once more, your circle a little tighter than before, punching, kicking, and butchering until at last the three of you stand bloodied and panting.
“Looks like you’re a beacon, chief. You’re drawing every Tom, Dick, and Harry nearby right to us.”
“Yeah, well we’re not leaving him,” you say unable to keep the edge from your voice.
“I’m not saying that chéri” Benny soothes.
“All right, Benny, let’s get some rest, then we’ll continue to follow the stream. We’ll be there in a day, get Cas and then we’ll all get the hell out of here.”
He moves closer to you, hands gripping your hips as he guides you away. You catch Benny shaking his head as you and Dean increase your distance from him. Dean’s hands are like burning coals on your skin. Your body is practically flying with anticipation as you find a hidden spot among the trees. Before Dean can do anything you shove him against the nearest tree, lips on his, your need for him unbearable.
His grip on your hips tightens as he kisses you back, then he’s working you out of your jeans as you do the same to him. You drop in front of him, licking your lips as his cock springs free. You cup his balls, rolling them as your other hand grips his shaft, pumping him slowly. Your tongue teases circles around his velvet head before you take him into your mouth. His cock is heavy on your tongue as you run it along his length, working him with your mouth. He groans, hands tangling into your hair, hips bucking into you before he pulls you off with a pop.
He picks you up, pushing you against the tree and hitching one of your legs over his hip. Blood drips down his neck, it’s not his blood, but it’s tantalizing all the same. Your tongue darts out and you lick from the base of his throat all the way up to his ear with a moan. He growls, pushing two fingers into your needy core and you moan even louder. He scissors them, stretching you, then he’s lifting you up onto a fallen log. His face is between your thighs and you feel like you could die from the anticipation.
“God, I missed this,” he whispers against your thigh.
His tongue feathers over your folds and you clench with need as his lips latch onto your clit. His fingers move faster as his tongue flicks your swollen bud. It’s been so long since you’ve felt his tongue on you that it doesn’t take long before you come. The orgasm is so intense it’s almost painful as you cry out.
Once you come down from your high Dean stands, pushing between your thighs and groaning into your ear once he’s fully sheathed. He draws out then snaps his hips back in immediately. It’s rough and needy and exactly what you want.
Your legs are wrapped tightly around his hips as continues to drive into you. With one strong hand gripping your thigh, his other is free to snake up your body. He gently squeezes your breast as he goes, finally settling at the base of your neck. Dean’s dark green eyes find yours; reading the question in them, you place your hand over his moving it to surround your throat. His pupils are blown with lust as he begins to squeeze. Adrenaline rushes through you as the exquisite pressure closes around your throat. You’re high on the trust that he’ll never hurt you. It’s almost too much to take and you’re ready to come right then. Sensing your loss of control, he loosens his grip and slows down, leisurely dragging over your sensitive walls. He keeps the pace slow, reveling in the feel of you. Then he increases the pressure around your neck as he quickens his pace once more, slamming into you over and over.
“Come now,” he squeezes tighter, holding you right at the brink of pleasure and pain.
You let go, coming around his cock, desperate for air as your vision goes white. You spasm around him, his hips stutter and he stiffens as he comes.
“Fuck Y/N!”
Dean loosens his grip, his hand gently resting at your throat. His mouth captures yours in a fervent kiss and your arms tighten around him. You stay in your embrace; lungs hungry for air and bodies still hungry for each other. Dean’s hands move to the sides of your face, his kisses turn tender; each touch filled will everything he doesn’t say.
—-
You’re back on the trail once more. A few hours later the trees clear and the stream comes into view. At the edge you see a man in a trench coat splashing water on his face.
“Cas!”
“Dean,” Cas says, standing up.
Dean walks over to him with you and Benny at his heels. He pulls him into a hug, but you notice that Cas doesn’t look happy to see him. Finally, Cas’s eyes fall on you.
“Y/N?”
“Hey, Cas,” you say, walking over to him and hugging him as well.
“How did you find me?” Cas asks.
“The bloody way,” Dean says, as you move back from Cas and stand at his side.
“Why’d you bail on Dean?” Benny breaks in. “The way I hear it, you two hit monster land and hot wings here took off.”
“We were surrounded, ok?” Dean looks from Benny to Cas. “Some freaked jumped Cas and obviously he kicked its ass, right?”
“No.”
“What?”
“I ran away.”
“You ran away?”
“I had to.
“That’s your excuse for leaving me with those gorilla wolves?”
Dean’s hand reflexively grabs yours.
“I prayed to you Cas. Every night.”
His grip tightens as he says the last words, his hand squeezing hard around yours as if you’re his anchor.
“I know.”
“You know and you didn’t… What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived.”
“Join the club!”
“I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them to keep them away from you…” Cas trails off.
Dean relaxes at Cas’ words, finally holding your hand more gently.
“Just leave me, please,” Cas continues.
“Sounds like a plan, let’s roll,” Benny says.
“No!” you shout
“Hold on, hold on,” Dean moves closer to Cas, bringing you along with him. “Cas we’re getting out here, we're going home.”
“Dean, I can’t.”
“You can… Cas buddy I need you.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
“Let me bottom line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you, understand?”
“I understand.”
With that Dean walks into the forest, his hand still clasping yours. You turn watching as Benny and then Cas follow you into the woods.
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