Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Sin City (1)

Sin City (1)

Kylie's POV

Calloused hands traveled down my body, tracing every inch of my skin carefully. It was as if those hands wanted to memorize every inch yet wanted to treat it like it was fragile glass.

Green eyes sparkled as they looked at my naked chest. I wanted to hide away from the orbs feeling a heat as they glanced at my hardening nipples with a hungry need.

"Jesus sweetheart." A rough voice choked out, a moan escaping his lips before his tongue snuck out to trace the plump pink pillow that was his mouth.

Those callused hands that were on my hips, trailed up to cup my breasts, the skin prickling with goosebumps just as his thumbs rolled my pink hardening buds.

"You are so perfect. You know that?" 

A gasp escaped my lips as leaned down to kiss me. His tongue gently exploring the inside of my mouth.

"Dean, please. I need you." I begged around the kiss, hoping that his tongue would travel down lower.

Dean's hands tweaked my nipples causing a sharp pleasure-filled pain to jolt through my body. My eyes closed tight as my hips lifted involuntarily.

"Baby, can you open your eyes for me? I need to see your face." He whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

I giggled softly and opened my eyes. "Dean?"

The once green sparkling orbs turned into a black soulless hole. The flirtatious fun smile turned into a sadistic smirk.

My heart shot up into my throat, my body running cold with fear.

"I need to see your face when I slit your throat."

My body shot up, my lips sealing a fear-filled scream as I looked back and forth at the room I was in. 

The smell of gunpowder and coffee filled my nose, my body relaxing at the comfort that surrounded me.

Swinging my legs to the side of the bed, I let out a heavy breath. My head dropped in relief, my hands catching in the roots of my hair as I tried to settle the pounding in my chest.

My mind was going crazy at the idea of Dean going to hell and my heart was in a lust filled frenzy making my body want to jump him at a drop of a hat.

I felt like a hormonal teenager all over again.

"You look like crap."

I lifted my head to find the other problem I had.

Sam Winchester has been distant from me ever since the rabbit's foot. Every time I stepped into the same room; he would make some excuse to leave. Not only was it annoying, but it gave me some awkward alone time with Dean.

It didn't matter which Winchester brother I ended up alone with, I was forced to make awkward small talk either way.

"Well, thanks. I bet you drop all sorts of panties with that pickup line." I said sarcastically.

A small chuckle left his lips, his gaze going down to the floor as he crossed his arms.

"How's your shoulder?" I asked, wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

"Fine." He replied with a nod. "I just changed the bandage, doesn't look like it will scar."

I pushed myself from the plaid cover bed, the old mattress slightly sunken in from where I laid. "Well, we could ruin the Sam Winchester physique, now, could we?" I teased.