Winchester's girl

chapter three

Waking up my eyes are immediately drawn to Dean who is spread out on the bed with one hand on his chest and the other laying by his side. I rub my eyes and pick up my phone from the little table residing next to my bed. I see a couple snapchat notifications from some friends back home and a text from Sam.

Going for a run. I'll be back in about an hour if you guys are up by then. 7:34AM

My eyes are drawn to the top left corner of my phone and I see that it is now 1:32 in the afternoon. Knowing that Sam is already back and that he probably knows that Dean is in my room, I lift the covers off my body and pull down the t-shirt I'm wearing. Dean doesn't move at all and quietly snores with his lips somewhat parted. I threw my legs over his waist and waited on top of him as he slowly woke up.
"What?" He asks. His morning voice is extremely attractive and seeing him with bed head makes him even hotter.
"It's 1:30 and Sam is already up which means that he knows that we slept in the same room last night. You're fucking things up with me and your brother."

Dean let's out a deep breath and rubs his fingers through his hair. My body slightly moves around as he stretches his muscles and wraps his arms around my lower back.
"You fucked things up by touching my dick..." he takes another deep breath and exhales as he finished his sentence, "and Sam's dating Ruby so you have no chance."
"But... like, things are going well with them? Or like... not really?" I ask. Dean and I make eye contact and he places a stand of hair behind my ears.
"They're going great. Why are you on top of me?" I roll my eyes at him and throw my head back in frustration. He holds my back somewhat firmly so I don't fall of him.

"I didn't mean to touch your dick last night." I say. Dean laughs and rubs my thigh with one of his hands. I look down at his hand as a way of telling him not to move it to far.
"I think you did." I pout my lips and move his hand away from my thigh. Clear embarrassment fills my face and I know that my cheeks are turning a shade of red. "I just really liked the attention you were giving me and we both took it too far I think." Looking down I notice that Dean only has his boxers on and a black t-shirt that he always wears to sleep. I can feel his morning wood through his boxers as it pressed against my pussy.

"Are we gonna take it too far again?" He smirks into my direction, grabs my hips and thrust up and down, holding onto my body as I move around from his actions. "STOP DEAN!" I yell, but not too loud out of fear that Sam will hear and think that there is something going on.
"Your neck is black and blue." He says. I put my hand up to my neck and touch the sore area that Dean caused last night.
"My ass hurts too so thanks for fucking my body up." He smirks into my direction and pushes on my thigh as a way to tell me to get off of him. I swing my legs over and get back in bed and pull the covers over my body.

"I'm sure you've had it harder than me." Dean gets out of my bed and walks into the bathroom but keeps the door open. I wrap the blanket around my body tighter and moan from the comfort of the sheets.
"My ex once was fucking me really hard and choking me and I passed out." I hear the toilet flush and Dean comes back out. He rubs his hands on his boxers and grabs his phone from the side of the bed. Smiling at his phone I lift myself out of bed and grab his phone to see what he's looking it. It was a Snapchat from some random girl that is half naked with the caption wish you were here daddy. I throw his phone onto the bed, get out of bed, and slip on my black thigh high socks that are sitting on my love sack.
"Fuck you. You're a fucking piece is shit." He threw his hands up and looked at me with a look of confusion.

"Never fucking touch me again and act like you're enjoying it just to text another girl literally 5 seconds after." He placed his hand on my back trying to calm me down but before he could try and convince me into thinking he is a good guy I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. Standing there I see Sam leaning against the counter and Bobby sitting at the dining room table. Walking into the room and hearing only part of the conversation I know that they are talking about a previous hunt that they have been on.
"Hi Bobby," I say, grabbing a cup off the counter and placing it under the coffee machine. I grab one of the apple cider cups, pop it into the machine, and click the largest cup option for it to fill my mug.
"Hey kid. You look a little upset there. Not enough sleep?"
I turn toward him and as I attempt to make eye contact I can't help but notice Sam looking at what I'm wearing. Not knowing Bobby was going to be there I'm a bit embarrassed to be wearing what I am in front of him, but I know that he doesn't pay attention to what I wear.

"I slept okay..." I look over to Sam and we catch eye contact, "your brother's a piece of shit and I hate him." Sam sighs and Bobby whispers balls under his breath.
"What happened?" Sam ask. His eyes filled with worry and concern like something drastic had just taken place. He is wearing extremely attractive black jeans and a flannel with a black and blue pattern. An outfit that I can't resist but stare at.
Just then my apple cider cup begins to brew and the gentle thumping of the sugary filled water droplets thump the bottom of my cup. Dean comes out from my hallway with his pants on from last night and his phone still in his hands. We make eye contact and I roll my eyes. Grabbing my cup of apple cider I make my way over to the table and take a seat at the end. I cross my legs beneath me and hold the warm cup in my hands.

"Deans a user of women." I say. He laughs and places a cup under the coffee machine to make his cup of coffee. Clearly irritated that I left my used coffee pod in there, he takes it out and throughs it in the trash before putting his choice of flavor into the machine.
"She made the decision to grab my phone and saw that another girl called me daddy and got jealous... like she didn't have enough of that last night." Sam clears his throat and Bobby has a look of disgust on his face.
"That's not what fucking happened at all! Last night he was all like 'oh you're pretty and I love your ass,' and trying to hype me up to suck his dirty dick. And then not even 24 hours later he's texting another girl that's calling him daddy..." I take a second to count the hours on my fingers before finishing my through my, "not even 10 hours later! I would never touch your stupid dick just so you know."
The room becomes silent and then Bobby speaks up to try and save us from the awkward silence. "You guys can't be sleeping with each other. If that didn't happen then there wouldn't be a problem. Dean, you can't do something emotional with her and then turn around and text another girl in front of her face. You gotta learn, son."

I can tell that Bobby is trying to be careful with his words as he knows I am upset about the situation. "We didn't sleep together he just fell asleep in my room." I look up as I hear the water of the sink from Sam. We catch eye contact and he gently smiles, clears his throat and begins to wash his cup that probably had some sort of workout drink in it. And probably blended with Almond milk due to him being lactose intolerant. I bring my attention back to the conversation and pull my t-shirt down as I sip my hot apple cider.
"Bobby, I'm sorry I'm dressed like this in front of you. I didn't know you were coming, otherwise I would have worn something else."
Dean laughs and I look at him, rolling my eyes.

"It's alright kid." Bobby responds, "anyway, Sam and I were just talking about the hunt you boys had last night... I'm proud of you for handling those hell hounds by yourselves... your dad would be proud of you too." I grin while taking another sip from my mug and can feel a sense of love fill the room.
"Onto another hunt tonight, Sammy!" Dean yells and throws his hand up in the air for his brother to smack it. Sam ignores him and simply shakes his head.