Mythical Love

Stanford

Flashback

"Dean this is a bad idea." I reprimand him it's impossible to resist his charm as he tugs me down onto the creaky motel bed, sunlight streaming through the thin curtains. In the middle of nowhere, some run-down Virginia town, and yet in his presence, it felt like we had all the time and space in the world.

"Relax," he grins, his blonde hair falling messily over his eyes as if it had grown just enough to be untamed. "Dad's off chasing a lead, Sam's busy at the library—no one's around." His voice smooth and teasing, as he tries to convince me, but he didn't need to. He already knew I could never say no to him, which he loves reminding me every other day.

Looking up at him with a pearly smile I raise my right hand and push the strands out his face as my heart races a mile a second, pawning over the oh-so-tempting words."Mmmm." I hum as he looks up at me with those eyes which only secures me of my answer. "Okayyy, but if we get caught-" 

"We won't,"  he cut me off, licking his lips in that way he knew drove me crazy.

Without another thought I shrug off his blue shirt and toss it to the side, my hands running up his torso, outlining all the indents of his peaking out muscles and healed scars. He looms over my body on his knees watching me carefully lick his stomach up to his chest before his hand grips my neck lightly and pulls me up to his level for a passionate kiss. His hands tangle in my hair—already frizzy from the southern humidity—while I let out a soft breath, falling back onto the bed. He looks down at me, his face serious for just a moment as his fingers trail over my skin.

"God, you're beautiful." He mumbles as he looks down at me with lusty dark eyes that I never knew I would love so much. I let out a breathless laugh, teasing him, but the way he looked at me, with those darkened eyes, made my chest tighten."No, I mean it." He whispers down to me.

"I believe you," I mangle before a grin creeps onto my lips as I push his stable leg and twist us so his back hits the mattress. I throw a leg over his that wears his now slightly wrinkled jeans and look down at his smug grin. His hands play with the hem of my tank before he lifts it and kisses up and down my stomach. I grab the fabric from his hands and help it guide it off myself, leaving me in my D-size black bra. Dean's breaths deepen as he looks at me, his hands exploring my chest as I feel myself slowly move my hips forward and backward over our clothes making his eyes close and hands to find my thighs, gripping them so tight that my skin pokes through each of his fingers.

"God..." he groans, tilting his head back, his face flushed. In a swift motion, he pulls me down onto him, his hands now buried in my hair as we kiss again, harder this time. His fingers fumble with the waistband of my jeans, teasing the edge of my underwear.

"I love you, Yas," he whispers, looking up at me with yearning eyes. I smile at his words but get the wind knocked out of me when suddenly he is back on top, his body between my spread legs. My hands roam to his back where larger scars linger, the tips of my nails outlining them carefully causing my mind to wander.

"It's okay..." He breathes out, already knowing what I'm thinking about.

"No, it's not," I say with a shake of a head. "I love you Dean, and I-"

"That's all that matters, sweetheart." He whispers, looking down at me with soft eyes as he rubs his thumb across my cheek. I bite the inside of my cheek before he leans down for another kiss.

The door slams open and there stands John, his face contorted in rage, hair wild, eyes burning. In a blur he grabs Dean by the shoulder and rips him off me, screaming 1000 words a second. I scramble for the sheets, covering myself as John's fist connects with Dean's jaw, the sickening thud echoing in the room causing my screams to intensify and tears to rim my eyes.