Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean POV×

I had no idea if Angie and Sam were getting somewhere with their research and bonding time. Mentally, I was still trying to get the image of Raphael's old vessel out of my head.

When I came back to the motel room I decided that I needed to splash some cold water in my face to wake my mind up a bit. I could hear that the water was running inside the bathroom but years on the road had left little to no boundaries between Sam and me.

If he'd jerk off or do something that he really wanted to keep to himself he would've locked the door. I tried the handle and it gave in, so I stepped inside.

I didn't expect it.
No one would believe me but I just didn't think that maybe, just maybe it wasn't Sam inside the shower.

I felt like a total idiot, probably because I fucking stood there like an idiot. Just frozen and staring at Angie while she squeezed shampoo out of her hair.
Not that I was looking at the hair, God may forgive me if we ever found out where he was hiding, I was looking at everything.

So much skin, so beautiful curves and the water just ran down her body so damn gracefully.
I wanted to be one of those drops.

I think I made a sound because she opened her eyes to look at me.
"Either come join me or get out, the staring makes me nervous.", she announced casually.

Nervous?
Angie was very far from nervous. She just kept washing her skin, she tilted her head back to welcome the warm water and I wanted to feel her, wanted to taste her so, so bad.

Blood was rushing down south so fast that I was getting a little dizzy.
Was I crazy or was it also way too hot in here? Like sauna hot, like- I've been to hell but this might come close.

Angie just smiled, looking entirely unapologetic as if she knew exactly what I was thinking about, as if she knew what effect she had on my body. Still, I wasn't sure if she was kidding or serious about me joining her.

She massaged her shoulders, ran her fingers right over the spot where I bit her during that intense shower sex we once had and for the first time in my life I thought that it might be possible to come without even being touched at all.

"Uhm, I'll leave you to it."
I cleared my throat with a jerky cough, rubbed a dry hand along the back of my neck and teared my eyes off her body. I turned around to head for the door and almost slammed into the wall in the process.
It was official. I was an idiot.

I closed the door behind me and just stood there, not trying to think about my raging hard-on. Several minutes passed before Sam came back into the motel room.

"What happened?", he immediately asked me, sensing that something was wrong without me saying anything.

"I walked in on Angie. She's, uhm, showering."
And how she was showering.
Like a Goddess.

"I can't leave y'all alone for 20 minutes!?” Sam cried. His shocked voice carried around the motel room with a tone of what sounded like displeasure.

“Okay,” I soothed, a little taken aback by my brother’s reaction before I allowed myself to finally move and sit on the chair by the little kitchen table. “It’s no big deal and she didn't even mind."

A few months ago, even by the time we were together she would've freaked out about me seeing her showering. Not that it would've even gotten to a situation like that because back then she had valued her privacy enough to lock the door.

Hell, it could've been Sam or Castiel who walked into the bathroom instead of me.
"It was an honest mistake.”, I added lamely.

"Was it though?", Sam asked, rolling his eyes at me.