After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Nineteen

Evangeline's POV

Dean makes the short way back to the bunker faster than the forward run. His palm is placed on my thigh again, but this time, he cups it more strongly. My left hand nestles in Dean's neck, playing with his hair. I feel him shivering and he stretches his neck in comfort.
Driving into the garage, Dean jumps out of the car just like me but before I can take a step, he already hovers over me, pressing me back against the vehicle.
He doesn't talk, he just presses his lips against mine, holding me by my waist.
Even though my clothes are still wet from the rain, I feel a heat rushing through me because of the way Dean kisses me. His kissing is more devoted than ever before.
He lifts me up and naturally I sling my legs around. Feeling him nearer, I sense a sensation in the core of my body, and I also do feel Dean's bulge pressed against me. I do want more, but at the same time, I fear what is about to come.
"Wait...wait." I mumble against Dean's lips.
He looks at me: "What's wrong?" he asks, out of breath.
I immediately regret saying something, so I just say: "Nothing," I reply, "forget about it, it's ok."
"It's not, so...?" He waits for an answer.
"It's stupid, just forget it." I don't want to admit how much I could panic right now.
He looks at me, worried and his eyebrows are arched down.
"Eve? You are scared!" and it's not a question.
"No," I almost bark at him, but I notice it myself and instantly apologize, "I'm sorry, no I'm not."
He let me down to my feet again and cups my cheeks, making me look at him.
"There is nothing to be scared of, it's wonderful, I can tell you that."
"But..." I want to say something, yet he doesn't let me speak.
"I don't care about anything else..." his thumbs caress my skin, and it's like he sensed what I was about to say. I know he was with other women in his life, and during his whole life, I was just sleeping, doing nothing.
I nod, looking down while Dean says nothing else. He waits till I have gathered enough courage to glance back at him.
"All I care about is you."
These words arouse a warmth in my whole body. He never before said something like this. He confirms his words, with a sweet smile and so many feelings in his eyes, that I really believe him. I believed and trusted him from the first second, but this here and now is so intimate and personal, it hits me differently.
I feel his fingers nestling in my hair, driving through it to pull me closer by my neck. The tip of his nose touches mine slightly, while we stare at each other's eyes.
I lay my palms around his wrists, shoving my face nearer till our lips meet. I close my eyes, gliding my tongue over his mouth. Dean's hands travel down, until they meet my waist. He shifts me closer towards him; our upper bodies strike against one another.
Dean fondles at the hem of my shirt, pulls it out of my jeans and lets his fingertips roam over my back.
This tickles me and I bent against the car, giggling. But Dean doesn't stop until I laugh almost without control.
"Stoooop," I cry out, "please stop."
He takes away one of his hands, still holding me and my head tilts backward. Dean drives a palm over the front of my shirt. I feel the heat from his skin wandering between my breasts, until his fingers touch my throat. Even this light contact makes my teats severe and a throbbing hits my core. It makes me want more.
My face snaps back, and I perceive how Dean is watching me. His eyes are burning, he has a sincerity in it but at the same time a softness, it makes me adore him even more.
He comes closer again and rumbles: "Mine or yours?"
"I don't care."
He lifts me up again, carrying me with him. I hold on tight, my arms around his neck, just inhaling his scent. The same scent I recognized when I first met him.
Arriving in his room, he shuts the door with his foot. Dean carries me to the bed, and lets me down to the sheets carefully.
He draws back, only to get rid of his shirt. It's the first time I see him like that, and I'm happy he hovers over me fast, so I can touch his skin.
I know his shoulders are broad, but now I recognize how trained he is. He is in good shape and I feel the muscles moving under the surface of my hands, while he kisses me deeply and longing.
Dean pulls me in a sitting position, holding the edges of my shirt.
"Ok?" he asks before he does anything else and when I nod, he shoves the fabric over my head, tossing the shirt away.
His eyes roam over my exposed skin, especially over my boobs. I have the urge to cover them, but Dean notices the movement of my arms, and stops me.
He shakes his head no and drags me back again.
He starts kissing my neck, and at the same time my fingertips caress his shoulders down to his back.
"No bra, huh?" he mumbles and let lips brush down slowly and stop at my boobs. He cups one of them with his lips, rotating his tongue on the nipple, making me breathing louder. One of his hands finds its way to my other breast and a thumb glides over it.
I moan deep in my throat, trying not to be too noisy. Dean mentions and crawls back upward, just to kiss the skin near my ear and he whispers: "Don't hold back."
I turn my face, trying to get him looking at me: "Ok." I whiff back. Again he gives me a long, delicate kiss.
Then he sits back on his knees, opening my jeans. He shoves it down, leaving me back in my panties.
Slowly he glides next to me, propping himself on an elbow. The other arm moves over my body once more, stopping at the border of my underwear.
Little by little his fingers crawl under the fabric, don't stop until I feel his tips between my folds. I whimper when he starts touching me there and my hand rushes to his face.
Moving up and down over my clit, I can't do anything other than moaning out: "Ooooh."
I try to open my eyes, but it's like my whole energy is bunched between my legs where Dean's movements get a little faster. With the sensation happening, my body moves from my back to my side, getting nearer to Dean and my hand pulls his face down, so I can kiss him.
Even though he doesn't stop circling my sweet spot and suddenly an emotion rushes through my whole body, starting where Dean's hand is and I need to back away from his lips to get some air. My forehead is leaned against his neck.
I cry out while the feeling hits me hard:"Oh, ooooh...".
My nails claw into Dean's skin, but he doesn't even flinch. He still moves me, and only when I stop to tremble, he stops.
I fall back again, out of breath and I see sparkles behind my closed eyes. I need a second to gather my thoughts and suddenly I'm aware of what just happened. I'm not sure how to feel in front of Dean, so I peek with one eye at him. I see him, smirking, but there is still so much affection plastered on his face, I don't need to feel ashamed.
"Why are you grinning like that?" I ask him quietly.
"Nothing," he answers, still the same grin on his lips, "just... Well, nothing. Did you enjoy it?"
"Are you joking?" and through the comfort he shows towards me, I feel free to say what I think: "It was phenomenal." I sit up, crossing my legs and Dean lays back, watching me. "Can we do this again?"
Dean laughs: "I hope so," And he scoops me onto him, "What about right now?"
His hands drag me down to kiss me, and I hold myself up on my palms, placed on either side of his head.
His fingers trace down my spine, only to get hold of me so he can whirl us. He is now on top of me and gives me another alluring, sensitive kiss before he gets up.
He stands in front of the bed, opening his trousers. I smile, even though I'm nervous about what is to come.
He gets rid of his jeans and boxers and stands in front of me, completely naked. My eyes roam over his body, remaining on his manhood. I gulp, but before I can feel anything more, he grabs my legs and yanks me over the sheets towards him.
Stunned, I let out a high pitched noise: "Huh." but in no time Dean's face hovers over mine. For a moment he presses himself between my legs so that I can perceive his length against my core.
While kissing the skin above my boobs, his fingers fiddle on my panties. He leans back, grabbing my leg, bending it slightly, so he can shove the pantie over my feet. He does that with the other leg, too, while his eyes don't leave mine for even a second.
After getting rid of the last thing covering me, he makes me crawl back to the top of the bed. Gently, his knees force my legs apart so that he can place himself between. I feel his length hovering over my slit and my body feels tense.
Deans locks his eyes with mine again and I know it's maybe stupid, but the question is out before I can think about it: "Will it hurt?"
He smiles so gently down at me: "Relax, I won't hurt you."
I nod, trying to relax my muscles. Dean helps me by touching my core with his fingertips once more, which let me whine.
And not until he feels me not stiff anymore, he assists his erection towards my entrance and gradually, he enters me. Feeling him inside me, I clutch his arms, so strong I hear him hissing, but he doesn't stop the movement of his hips.
Suddenly a sharp pain washes through me and an almost muted "Ouch." escapes my lips. Dean kisses me instantly, trying to take the pain away. He doesn't move anymore, giving me the chance to adjust to him and overcome pain and fear.
"You good?" he whispers.
I open my eyes to see him watching me: "Yes, I guess."
Now, for the first time, he starts to move inside me. And with the first strokes, I moan out: "Oh my God."
This feels so spectacular, I begin to moan quietly with every move Dean makes.
While he moves against me, his face draws nearer to my ear: "Louder, Sunshine. Don't hold back." and he starts to move faster and with more strength. I was afraid if he does move like that, it would feel weird or painful, but instead, the sensation gets higher and higher.
I feel how my hips meet his strikes halfway, they seem to have a life of their own.
We now shift at the same pace, and I feel Dean hitting something inside me, over and over again. This makes me moan out louder, my breathing harder, I don't want this emotion to stop.
All of a sudden, I see broken pieces of something like pictures, memories. These memories aren't mine. I can see Dean and even more feel his past emotions. I see what he has been through. I feel the emotions of fear, pain and grief.
I open my eyes, shocked about the affections. I want to see if Dean goes through the same right now, but his face doesn't show any sign. He looks down at me passionately.
I still feel him moving inside me and the physical feeling of pleasure lets me close my eyes again, to enjoy it more.
But again, and now on another level, I get through Dean's painfullest memories, of losing Sam, his parents and so many other people. I feel the tournament he went through all his life.
But throughout the painful visions, I feel how caring, tender and passionate he still is, even with all the things he suffered from.
It's so weird to feel what made him the man he is now and on the other hand feel him right here and now, in person, skin on skin.
And now that I know what he thinks of himself, makes me adore him even more than before.
I peek at him again, seeing him staring at me and I feel something sensational rising. Then, it's like holding a deep, deep breath, all my muscles are contracting, and an electric current runs directly through the place Dean hits me over and over. When the emotion rushes through me, and the release is finally there, I moan out loud and clear, my back arched, pressing me against Dean.
"Oooooh.... Aaaaah...." I cry out.
And Dean's movements get just a tiny little deeper and stronger, so he rides me through this sensual release.
My whole body feels weak now, but Dean nonetheless still moves inside me. I try to clutch his arms again, but my arms feel too fragile, so I let my hands land on his hips, sensing his penetration with my fingers.
"Look at me." I can hear him rumble and I slowly open my oh-so-heavy eyes, meeting his. And in this second he groans out deeply and with a few more strokes I can feel another hotness inside me, filling me with his fluid.
Dean's head falls down in the crotch of my neck, his heavy breathing caressing my skin.
Our bodies are pressed against each other, hot and wet.
I trace up his back with my tips, and I can feel him shiver.
He starts to face me again, grinning first then giving me an intense kiss, while he pulls himself out of me slowly.
He lays down beside me, his eyes closed, breathing tough.
I'm not sure what to do, but I miss his touch immediately and as he sensed it, one of his arms crawls under my neck, pulling me close to him again.
I sling my leg over him, placing a palm on his chest. I can feel his heart beating as fast as mine.
With tired eyes he looks at me: "You good?"
"Better," I answer him, smiling widely.
"Perfect," he replies, and his free hand clutches my neck, so we can kiss.