After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Twenty-four

Evangeline's POV
The following day is filled with research. Everyone is either on a computer, tablet, or phone. We all search for the ark, how to kill the antichrist and Jody gets some information about this new community to be aware of what she and Claire are going into.
"Well," Jody says, "this is not going to be easy."
"What have you found?" Dean asks and jumps away from his chair, joining Jody.
"This Church of "The Children of the Serpent's eye," as they call themselves, has three more or less hard initiation rituals."
"Children of the serpent's eye?" Dean asks and turns the screen so he can see more." Now Jesse is trying to get people into Slytherin?"
I see Sam looking at Dean, annoyed:" Could you stop these Harry Potter references?"
"No, why?" Dean laughs and goes on," Hey, Sammy, listen, I thought Jesse was hisssss-tory." Dean laughs over his joke, but everyone else just looks at him without any reaction. "I mean, you know..." he goes on," like Voldemort? Parseltongue? Yeah? No? Really no one?"
Claire rolls her eyes and says: "Yeah, Ronald, we heard you."
"Ronald?" Dean shouts out," you compare me to Ron?"
"Yup," Claire answers," you are like the unfunny, goofy kind of annoying friend." and she grins big.
I'm just confused about this conversation and I take a seat next to Dean. I look at the screen, reading about the rituals.
"First ritual is the bathing. That's quite normal. The second is to give a strand of your hair. Whatever that means and the third is..." but I stop talking.
"What is the third?" Sam asks.
"It's a branding," Jody answers," for showing your devotion and how true you are to your church."
The room goes silent for a second, then Claire says:" Well, can't be worse than getting stabbed and we all went through this already."
"Claire, this is not an option," Jody replies," I will not let you do that."
"You have no choice, no one else can go with you."
I step in by saying:" I can erase the mark later."
"You can?" Jody looks at me.
"It's like a wound. So I can heal it."
Jody sighs:" Well, at least, but Claire, it will hurt."
"I don't care," she answers, shrugging her shoulders.
Jody and Claire get ready and after a talk with Dean in the kitchen, they head out to the church.
Dean watches them leave, then comes back, joining me on the couch.
"I hope they come back safe." he rubs his face.
"They will. They both seem to know what they go into."
"Yeah, they are both hunters for a while now."
"Hey," Sam interrupts, Eileen and I want to go to the library, see if we can find something there."
"Do that," Dean answers shortly and Sam and Eileen leave too.
Dean drags me into his arm, leaning his cheek on my head.
"Finally, some alone time," he chuckles," can I now get you naked?"
I shove myself back, placing my head on his lap and his face appears in my vision, just upside down. I feel his fingers tracing through my hair while his other hand draws circles on my shirt.
"Dean..." I begin, but he says:" I know what you said, but I think I can manage to let you forget where you are." and he winks at me before he pulls me up in a sitting position. Grinning, he slides down the couch, kneeling in front of me. Now at eye level, we stare at each other. Slowly I touch Dean's face, drawing his jawline with my fingertips. Reaching the area under his ear, he leans into my palm, kissing it.
I can't fight the urge to glide down to him, sitting on his lap. My forehead is now leaned against his, our eyes closed for a second or two. Gently Dean starts kissing me, his hands buried in my hair, while my palms cup his face. He demands entrance between my lips to let our tongues greet each other. Dean's lips feel hot against me and this recurrent feeling between my thighs makes me mumble:" Take me upstairs."
Dean smiles:" As you wish, Sunshine."
Somehow Dean manages to get in a standing position with my legs slinging around him. He brings us upstairs in no time, letting me back on my feet in front of the bed.
I get on my tiptoes to kiss him and at the same time, I pull his shirt high. We part so I can help him out. Fast I get rid of my own shirt, tossing it to the floor. Dean's eyes roam over me, just like mine over his. Dean starts to open his pants and I follow his lead and do the same.
We get completely naked at the same, glancing at each other once more before our bodies meet. Dean's arms haul me up, my legs around his waist. His hands hold me on my ass and I lean my elbows on his shoulders, burying his head between my arms.
Kissing deeply, I feel Dean making a few steps. Assuming he would place me on the bed, but instead, I feel the hard, cold wall pressed in my back.
Surprised by that feeling, I whimper: "Uuh, that's cold."
"I'm going to make you heat up in a few seconds," Dean grumbles before he goes on kissing me.
Slowly, he let go of one of my feet, making me stand on my tiptoe.
Our cores are almost touching and while I hold myself steady around Dean's neck, I take a look down. Seeing Dean's manhood in front of my center makes the desire almost unbearable.
I look up, meeting Dean's eyes before I whisper:" Now, please."
Dean leans down, captures my lips while I feel him gliding into me. Feeling him inside me, my head falls back, leaning against the wall and Dean starts moving. He still holds one of my legs and he shoves it a little higher to glide deeper.
He groans deeply and his face leans in the crotch of my neck. With every stroke, he makes me cry out softly and I feel my skin getting sweaty.
Suddenly he grabs my standing leg, lifting it up to. Dean pushes me slightly harder against the wall, pacing faster now.
I can feel my climax coming and I whiff in Dean's ear:" Don't stop." and hearing me, he leans slightly away from my body, only our center still touching. The arousal makes it hard for me to keep my eyes open, but I do so when I hear Dean rumbling:" Look at me, Sunshine." And he leans back into me, his forehead meets mine. We look into the eyes of each other and Dean's stroking takes another dimension now. He gets faster and harder until the electrical sensation rushes through my body.
Crying out loud now, I see Dean grinning, satisfied. His pace is getting lower now while my breath comes out in hard pats. Exhausted, my head leans against the wall and Dean slowly moves away, letting me down.
"I'm not done yet," he whispers in my ear and his fingers glide down over my boobs to my waist. He gets a hold of me and slowly, he turns me around.
"What...?" I want to ask, but he just makes a "sh" sound before he says in a deeper voice:" Bend a little and hold yourself on the wall."
A shiver runs down my spine, but I obey. I feel one of Dean's hands coming from my back to my belly, gliding towards my folds. When he touches my clit I whimper in ecstasy, my head tingling between my arms.
"Oh, God..." I mumble, right before I feel Dean entering me again, from behind. First, he serves me simultaneously, with his fingers and shaft, making me pant louder and faster. I bend a little more, giving him better access and moving myself onto him.
His fingers leave my core just to hold me on my shoulder so that he can guide us against each other at the same pace. His other hand I can feel on my waist.
The more we move in rhythm, Dean's breathing gets louder too and every time he hits the spot inside me, I cry out louder. I want to feel the ecstatic feeling of orgasm again and I sob the word "faster" under my moaning.
Dean fulfills my request by punting faster and I hear him groaning louder. I sense he is near his climax and I do something without thinking long about it. I hoist myself from the wall, standing almost straight, so my back is leaning against Dean's chest. I now feel his hard breathing against my skin and I sling an arm behind me, holding Dean's neck.
"Hmmm." he rumbles, and his palm travels down to my core again. The movements of his hips lowered down because of the different position, but even this slight penetration makes me go insane.
Dean kisses my shoulder, still working my front and back.
Circling my clit I feel the heat coming from my center and I moan against Dean's ear:" I'm going to cum." That makes him get up the pace once more and when the highness blasts and the release is finally there, Dean groans out and fills me with fluid.
Both out of breath, we keep standing like that, only that Dean's arms hold me around my waist, my palms placed over his.
We part slowly and Dean lifts me bridal style, placing me onto the sheets. He hovers over me, kissing me gently and sweetly. My fingers trace through his hair and when he wants to lean away I hold him in place, not wanting him to go.
"I'm not leaving," he says," just wanted to grab a blanket."
"Oh," I reply and let go of him, "Sorry."
He throws the blanket over us, lays down and pulls me towards him. I place my head on his chest. I love hearing his heartbeat. It's still fast, but with every minute, it's getting steadier again.
"I feel guilty," I say out of the blue.
Immediately, Dean gets up, pulling me up to face him.
"What? Why?" he asks and I could swear I hear a little fear in his voice.
I lock my gaze with him: "I mean, the others do something and we just did nothing, you know."
"Hey," he interrupts me, grinning," that wasn't nothing if you ask me." and he pecks my lips gently. "It was..." another peck," some kind..." again a peck" of hard work." After that, he claims my lips in a greedy kiss. It's not that I don't enjoy every single touch he gives me, but I shove him away gently.
I wipe my lips, still feeling Dean on them. "It's not that I ever want to stop...."
"Then don't," and again, he pulls me in and kisses me. It takes me a second to resist him once more.
"No, really, I mean it." I pull away once more.
"I know you do," Dean answers, smiling at me so lovingly, just because of this, it feels like my belly is filled with butterflies. And with a soft tone in his voice, he goes on:" Ok, we take a quick nap. We earned that, you know? And after that, we will go on with the research. Maybe Jody and Claire are back then, so they can tell us more."
I think for a second, but I see Dean making puppy eyes. It makes me laugh and I lean back into his arms. "Deal."
"Thanks," he mumbles back, sleepy.
I look up once more, my fingertips gliding over his cheek and chin. The movement makes him smile slightly. I can't even describe how I feel right now. It's like I'm captivated by him but in the best way possible. He makes me laugh, blush, he listens, he cares so much that he freaks out when I vanish. But most of all, he not only makes me feel safe, but he also makes me feel at home.