Benefits

"Fuck, just like that, Babygirl," Dean moaned, guiding her hips.

"I...I'm close, De," Ridley Lark sighed. She had been riding Dean for nearly 30 minutes, and despite being in great shape, she was becoming exhausted.

Ridley and Dean had known each other all of her life. At 21, she was 5 years younger than the other hunter. For the last 6 months or so, they had had a friends with benefits situation, and had snuck behind John's back anytime they got the chance. Which was often. That man was never around for more than a few days at a time.

Dean doubled his efforts, rolling his hips up to meet her downward thrusts, and in a few more brutal thrusts, she was coming apart at the seams, screaming his name. Dean came close behind her. Ridley laid on his sweaty chest panting. The air in the Impala was thick and sticky, and the windows were fogged up. Dean softly stroked down her back while reaching for his phone and checking the screen. He sighed and threw it in the front seat.

"Still no word from John?" She asked, looking up at him.

"No. And I'm starting to get worried." Ridley had been with the Winchesters since she was 5. Her parents were killed on the job, and John had taken her in. He wasn't exactly a father figure to her, but he kept a roof over her head and clothes on her back. Well, more correctly, Dean did those things. She was a few months younger than Sam, and the three of them had grown up together.

"I'm sure he'll call soon. He always does." She sat up and snagged her jeans and panties from the floor rolling them over her hips before tossing her well worn Journey tank over her head. Dean did the same before crawling over the seat and getting behind the wheel.

"Hungry?" he questioned.

"Hell yeah. You know I always want Taco Bell after an orgasm." Dean shook his head fondly and put the car in drive.

...

"Dean, are you sure you want to bring Sam into this? You know why he went to Stanford."

"Rid, something's wrong. I can feel it." Ridley had learned a lot in the last 16 years of living with Dean Winchester, and one of the most important of those things was to listen to his gut. It had never steered them wrong before.

... ... ...

Sam reluctantly followed his brother outside. And that's when he saw her. The girl he had been in love with for as long as he could remember. She was leaning against the Impala, caramel-coffee hair in a messy bun, arms crossed, giving him that crooked smile. And holy shit, he was going to come in his pants like a teenager.

"Sam?" Jessica spoke. Fuck, Jess!

Sam turned and gave his girlfriend a smile. "Yeah?"

"You'll be back by Monday, right?"

"Yeah. Of course." She gave him a bright smile before leaning up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

"Be safe. It was nice to meet you, Dean!" she chirped, ever cheerful. "Oh, and..." she sputtered seeing Ridley outside of the car.

"Ridley. Ridley Lark. Friend of the family," Ridley replied, coming to shake the other girl's hand. Jessica studied her for a minute before her eyes softened and she smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Ridley. I'm Jessica, Sam's girlfriend." Ridley nodded with that same smile that never failed to stop Sam's heart cold.

... ... ...

"Any leads on Dad at all?" Sam questioned.

"No. I've called everybody. Followed his tracks. Everything."

"He didn't just drop off the face of the earth, Dean," Sam retorted.

"Stranger shit has happened, Sammy," Ridley replied, going back to reading a journal of some kind. Sam rolled his eyes. He had left 4 years ago and never looked back. And that included Ridley. He knew that she was the love of his life, but he also knew that she was a hunter, through and through. And he didn't want that. So, he left without ever addressing his feelings for her. And then he met Jess, and he hoped that the feelings would just diminish, and for the most part, they had. Until tonight. Seeing her again sent a pang through his heart almost as bad as the day he left.

...

"Fuck, Sam! Out that window! Go!" Ridley ordered, seeing the sheriff's deputies at the door. Dean was biting the bullet for them all, and Ridley knew that meant she had to get Sam out of there. Because Dean Winchester had one rule: Protect Sammy.

... ... ...

"You dead bitch! I'll send your ass to hell, motherfucker!" Ridley swore as Constance held her by her throat against the seat. Sam gave her a warning look, and Ridley's eyes widened. "Samuel Fucking Winchester, don't you do it!" she ordered, but Sam had already set his plan in motion. He threw his arm across Ridley and plowed through that house. Ridley was pretty sure she yelped at some point, but she honestly couldn't tell you. Her head banged against the window painfully, and the taste of copper blossomed over her tongue. But the problem righted itself when the children showed up, and those sights, well, Ridley will definitely be seeing those in her nightmares later.

... ... ...

"We have to be quiet, Baby," Dean whispered in the darkness of the hotel room. The trio had gotten back together and gotten a room for the night. And seeing Ridley injured had done things to him. This thing they had going was, on paper, no strings, but they both knew that there wasn't anyone else. And dammit, that was his girl. And he was too fucking close to not having her in his arms tonight. And Ridley needed him too. He knew it. She didn't have to say it, he could see it in her eyes. "Can you do that for me? Hmm? Can you be quiet for Daddy?" He stroked her hair off of her cut forehead and behind her ear. She nodded solemnly and turned onto her back. Dean knew that doing anything with Sam in the room was risky, but he had to. Had to be certain that she was ok. That she had come back to him in one piece. And the little gasp she gave him when he slid home told him all he needed to know.

... ... ... ...

Sam was almost asleep when he heard his brother speak quietly. "We have to be quiet, Baby. Can you do that for me? Hmm? Can you be quiet for Daddy?" What the fuck?! He didn't hear Ridley's response, but her gasp a few seconds later was answer enough. Holy shit. Now he had to listen to the love of his life be fucked by his brother while he lays in bed across the room? Wonderful. He was more than ready to be back at Stanford.

... ... ...

"It was good seeing you, Sammy. Take care, ok?" Ridley said as they parked in front of his apartment. She went in for a hug, and Sam stiffened. "Oh, ummm, sorry." She spoke, seeing his hesitation. She stepped back without ever touching him, thinking that he was upset at her for dragging him out that weekend. He had been cold for the last few days. She ducked back into the Impala and waited for Dean.

... ... ... ...

"Sam!" Ridley yelped, diving into the burning room without a second thought. She caught the other hunter's hand and drug him away from the sight, thrusting him towards Dean. She turned, hoping beyond hope that she could do something to save Jessica, the love of Sam's life, but it was clear that there was no hope in that.

"Ridley!" Dean commanded from the doorway of the living area. She ran towards him, coughing dryly into her elbow.

... ... ... ...

Sam looked on, numb, as the firefighters tried to put the fire out. His hand was clasped firmly into Ridley's. She was still wheezing, and her cheeks were still tinted pink. She had gone back for Jess. Ridley, the love of his life, had gone back to save a girl that she didn't even know, after also getting Sam, himself, out of the flames. Sam was in more grief than he thought possible, but as he looked to his side and saw the whiskey eyes of his best friend peering at him, he was also falling deeper in love.