Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 148. Free To be Me And You*

Anas POV

Days have passed since Sam left us and Dean and I pretty much do our best to continue on as if nothing's happened. But it feels so weird without Sam. It's like when Dean died all over again...well, for me anyway. Dean stayed mostly quiet that first night and it was worrying, him not talking. 

I wanted to talk to him but it's like he knew I was going to say something and he would shake his head at me. I'd frown at him but didn't say anything. Then that night, when we got to the motel and got into bed, he pulled me close to him, holding me tight. I hugged him back, running my fingers through his short hair as he buried his face into the space where my neck and shoulder meet. We stayed like that until we feel asleep.

Hours later...I felt him twitching, hearing him grunting and groaning. "No...no...don't..." he grumbled and I sat up, placing my hands on his cheeks. "Dean. Dean, wake up." I said as he continued to twitch. "Don't...leave...Ana..." he mumbled. "Dean!" I shouted and his eyes snapped open, shooting up before he turned to me.

"Thank god." He muttered, sounding like he ran a mile, as he embraced me. "Hey, it's okay." I told him as I ran my hand up and down his bare back. He hugged me for a few moments before he pulled back to look at me. "What's wrong?" I asked him and his eyes shifted down like he was embarrassed. "Dean, you can tell me." I assured him as his eyes looked back up to mine. "I-I just...it felt so real..." he said and I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "What did you dream about?" I asked him. "You leaving me." He admitted before I cupped his face.

"I'm right here, baby. You know I'd never, ever leave you." I assured him. "I'll always be here by your side." I promise as Dean stared into my eyes for a bit longer before leaning his forehead against mine. I pressed my lips against his, and he cupped my face in his hands. Moments later, we laid back down and just held each other until we went back to sleep.

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Deans POV

"That was a tough one." Ana says as she shrugs of her jacket before lifting her bloody T-shirt off. I smirk doing the same before I wrap my arms around her from behind, leaning down to kiss her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving me more access. 

"Dean..." she moans lowly and I spin her to face me, pressing my lips against hers. She moans into my mouth as I move my hands to her jeans, undoing them before I push them down. She steps out of them before I gently lay her down on the bed, climbing on top of her.

I lean down, placing my lips against her collar bone, leaving soft kisses. She hums lowly, her hand moving down my abs making me clench. I move my hand down her stomach, brushing her navel before I push my hand inside her thong, my fingers laying on her wet clit.

I start to rub it in small circles, making her moan, digging her nails into my arms. "Dean." She moans and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. I kiss her slowly, revelling in the feeling of her lips on mine. "I need you." She whispers and I smirk. "Do you now?" I say knowingly, teasing her slit as I drag my fingers down making her shiver.

"Dean, don't fucking tease me." She warns making my smirk grow. Using my free hand, I push my jeans and boxers down, letting my cock spring free. I tear her panties off making her eyes flash bright green in lust. I line up with her entrance and slowly push in making us both groan in pleasure.

"Shit." I groan, grabbing her thighs to wrap them around my waist. I pull her hips closer to mine making me move in deeper before I grab her hands, linking our fingers together and raise them above her head. I thrust my hips against hers, her back arching in pleasure.

"Dean, don't go slow." She tells me but I grin, shaking my head. "I'm not rushing this. I haven't had you in ages." I tell her, thrusting my hips slowly but deeply. "Fuck." She moans, her head throwing back. I bury my face in her neck, leaving soft kisses before she turns her head and connects our lips.