Winchester's girl

chapter nine

I wake up to the sound of rummaging in my room and rub my eyes. Dean opens one of my dresser drawers and sticks his hands in like he's looking for something. I watched him as he scrambled around in my drawers as I remain silent. I'm both too tired to say anything, but just curious as to what he may be looking for. Pulling my blanket up closer to my chin, I make a quiet moaning sound that must have caught his attention. He slowly turns around and we catch eye contact, his hand still in one of my drawers.
"Sorry I didn't want to wake you up. Do you have an extra phone charger? Mines been acting a little funny and I want to have an extra one on our trip." Dean looks really tired, mainly because we all didn't go to sleep until around 4 am and it is probably before eight right now. His hair is disheveled and I can tell that he quickly just threw on a pair of sweatpants and a black hoodie to get ready to leave him. Typically, he would wear a pair of dark jeans, a black T-shirt, a flannel, and some type of jacket. Usually a leather jacket.

"Yeah, there's one in the bathroom. You can just unplug it and take that one." He quickly disappears into the bathroom, and I pick my phone up from the small table next to my bed. As soon as I click the Home Screen, my eyes focus on the time, saying that it is 7:48 in the morning. Sam is probably already up going for a run, something that he does every morning. Even with only a few hours of sleep, he always makes sure to go on a run. It's something that I wish I would also do, but I know that's never going to happen.
A couple seconds later, Dean comes back in my room with the white charger in his hand. We catch eye contact again and he smiles into my eyes.
"Okay. Dad and I will be back sometime next Friday. If you need anything, text or call one of us and I'll make sure I get back to you soon as I can. You have Sam here, and Cas already knows what's going on. Bobby we will also be around." Yawing, I shake my head and rub my eyes with my one of my hands.

Dean makes his way over to my bed lifts up the covers, and climbs inside. Out of instinct, I make room for him and allow him to wrap his arms around my body. I close my eyes and snuggle my head into his chest. His hoodie is extremely warm and his body heat makes me feel so much more comfortable in bed. He gently rubs my back and allows me to rub my fingers against his arm.
"I don't want you to leave." I say. I feel his body slightly shift around so he is able to look into my eyes. I move my head up enough to catch eye contact with him and he gently smiles. As he touches my cheek with his hand, he also moves a strand of hair out of my eyes.

"I have to. You're gonna be okay here so don't worry about anything happening. Sam's never had a problem looking after you alone and I've never had a problem looking after you alone." Deans eyes are sincere and I really appreciate him taking time to comfort me when he knows I am upset and worried.
"I'm just worried that Crowley's gonna try to do something. Because he probably knows that you and John are leaving and that it's just me and Sam... I just don't want you guys to get hurt either. I don't want anything to happen to Sam... or you... or John... or anyone."
Dean playfully rolls his eyes. This is something that we often talk about. I am constantly worried about something happening to me or one of them. It isn't healthy for any of us, but it's a deep concern of mine. And now it's even more of a concern after what just happened.

Dean and I continue to look into one another's eyes as I patiently wait for a response. His hand gently reaches my low back as he's careful not to touch my ass even though I can tell that it's headed to that direction. Slowly, his lips find their way to my neck and he begins to kiss and suck gently. I place one of my hands on the back of his neck and the other on the middle of his back. I use my hands to pull his body onto mine and he quickly picks up on what I am telling him to do.
As soon as his body gets on top of mine, I feel even more warm and even more safe. His sucking on my neck becomes even more intense and I can feel the area starting to get sore. I grab the back of his head and pull his hair, as my way of telling him to lighten up without using words. He doesn't do what I expect him to do and instead grabs both my hands and pins them above my head. He takes his lips off my neck and moves them to my lips.

Quickly, he licks my bottom lip, asking for access to put his tongue in my mouth. I allow him to do so and also stick my tongue into his mouth. He bites my lips hard, which caused a moan to escape my lips. I can tell as soon as that happened it really turned him on and the kissing become more intense. His hand squeezes my wrist tighter and his other hand squeezes my thigh.
At this point I can feel his dick through his sweatpants pressing against my thin and short shorts. I try to pull my hands away from his grip but the harder I try the stronger his grip becomes. The only thing I can do is lift my head up enough to connect my lips to his neck. As soon as I do so, he sort of falls into my lips and allows me to do whatever I want.

Immediately, I start sucking hard on his neck to make sure that I leave a mark. Surprisingly, he lets me do so, even though he probably knows that it's going to leave a mark. His moan is deep and extremely hot, making my legs quiver beneath him. He laughs and the sensation from his voice vibrates against my ear.
"Is that all it takes to get you wet?" I remove my lips from his neck after that comment, bite my bottom lip, and look into his eyes.
"I don't know. Do you wanna find out?" Dean smirks into my eyes and finally allows my hands to go free. The feeling is extremely refreshing and I can finally use my hands to do whatever I want.

Dean gently makes his way down to my pajama shorts and tugs on them. He wiggles them down my legs and throws them to the end of the bed. As he's throwing them out from under the blankets, I tug at his hoodie and tell him to take it off. He does exactly what I say and immediately connects his lips to mine.
I manage to get out the words, "I wanna suck your dick," as our lips part for a few seconds.
Dean and I make eye contact again before he presses his lips to mine once again and begins to take off his sweatpants.
A split second before Dean is able to take his pants off, a knock emerges from the outside of my bedroom door. The noise causes me to place my hand on Dean's bare chest, pushing him to get off me. His body barely moves and he doesn't seem to be very bothered by the noise. However, he does stop what he's doing and grabs his hoodie from the side of the bed to put it back on.

"Dean. We gotta go." Johns voice echos from the outside of the door and I put my hand over my eyes in frustration.
"Yeah... I'm coming." Dean slips his hoodie over his head and makes sure that the hood is not tucked in. Johns footsteps begin to quite down as a way of telling us that he walked away from the bedroom door.

"Do you think he heard us?" I whisper. Dean slightly laughs and shakes his head no. He gets off me, takes the blankets off, and gets out of my bed. I quickly put the covers back over my body so he isn't able to see me in my underwear. I don't think he notices what I'm doing which I am happy about.
"I'm sorry I have to leave in the middle of all this..." I smile at Dean but I know that he can tell that I'm a bit upset and embarrassed about what just happened.
"Stop... don't be all sad and stuff right before I have to leave... are you okay?" His face is full of concern and I can tell that he is worried that he might have done something wrong.

"Yeah... no, I'm okay. Will you just text me when you get to the hotel so I know you're safe. I know you'll be driving probably the whole time so I know you won't be able to text me much. But I would just like to know you guys got there okay." Dean grabs the charger that has now fallen on the floor and shoves it into the pocket of his hoodie. He makes his way back over to the bed, leans down, and places a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I will. Get some sleep and text me when you wake up." Dean says.
I shake my head yes and pull the blankets up to my chin and turn on my side. Dean and I both exchange "goodnights," before he leaves my room and gently shuts the door behind him.