Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Red Sky at Morning (5)

*Warning this chapter contains smut!

Sorry for keeping you all hanging, hope this extra long smutty chapter helps! Enjoy!

Red Sky at Morning (5)

Kylie's POV

Dean was grumpy when we got back to the house, rightfully so, but at least the whole night wasn't horrible. My mind was still set on Dean and I's dance, the way he talked to me like I was the most perfect thing in the world. It was something I had been wanting since I was a teenager. 

"You know what, you're right," Dean spoke from behind me as we climbed the creaky steps off our safehouse, "I'm not gonna kill her. I think slow torture's the way to go." He spat as he ripped his bow tie from his dress shirt.

I rolled my eyes as we climbed on top of the landing. "Dean, you gotta relax." I sighed, but a smile graced my lips as I went into my respected room, the annoyed Winchester followed me, standing in the doorway as I slipped off my heels.

"Relax! Oh yeah, yeah, I'll relax." He rolled his eyes and blew out a heavy breath. "I can't believe she got another one over on us!"

I had been reaching for my earring when I paused, my tongue running along my bottom lip as I tried to stay silent, but it only lasted for a beat. "You."

Dean crinkled his brows. "What?"

"She got one over on you . . . Not us." I placed the earrings down on the dresser beside the bed and attempted to reach for the zipper on the back of my dress.

"Thank you Kylie! You are so helpful!" He scoffed in annoyance.

I peaked over my shoulder at Dean just as he rolled his eyes and gave a slight stomp of his foot, almost like a child who wasn't getting their way. Which described Dean Winchester 85% of the time.

"Look," I let my hands fall at my sides, the zipper untouched, "Sam is out there right now looking for Bela, and he'll find her. So instead of pouting like a two year old, can you make yourself useful and help me with this zipper."

Dean narrowed his eyes in my direction before taking a few steps forward until he was standing right behind me. "I'm not pouting." He mumbled under his breath as he grabbed ahold of the zipper. "I'm frustrated." 

I listened to his mumbling and grumbling, rolling my eyes just as I felt the chilly air against my skin. "Yes you are. You always pout when-" I was cut off, my breath catching in my throat when I felt warm calloused fingertips travel down my spine.

"You're beautiful." I heard Dean whisper as his fingers continued down, stopping just above my ass.

I held the top of my dress before turning to face him. "Dean-" I started, but couldn't finish. The look in his green eyes taking my breath away.

We stared at each other, Dean's eyes caressing every inch of skin he could see in a hungry gaze. He took another small step forward, close enough for him to reach and cup my cheek. "I miss you." He breathed. "I miss you so much Ky-"

I cut him off, standing on my tiptoes to capture his lips with mine. His hands went to my hips while mine went to wrap behind his neck, the top of my dressing falling revealing my naked breasts. He let out a growl, finding in difficult to bend to meet my short stature, he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him, my hands pulling at the strands of his hair as he backed us up pressing my back against a wall. He tipped his chin, the tip of his tongue circling my right nipple.

"Oh God." I breathed as my hips involuntarily rocked against him.

He moaned as his lips fully attached to my nipple before pulling back with a wet pop. "Tell me you want this sweetheart, and I'll give you exactly what you want."