HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty eight.

Season 3. Episode 1.

The Magnificent Seven.

Dean's back hit the headboard with a slight thump, Sierra straddling either side of his legs as they undressed each other. 

Their lips pressed together firmly after Dean pulled her shirt over her head, his hands running up and down her hips. Her scarred back and burn marks on the exposed skin he was seeing for the first time didn't bother him, in fact, he rather liked it.

"Your 'dying wish', huh?" Sierra repeated his words from earlier, and a while back from when Dean joked about this whole thing, her lips connecting with his neck.

"First time... for everything." He breathed out, his head lifting up slightly as his hands ran up and down her body.

Sierra chuckled lightly, "Virgin much?" After she said that, he brought one of his hands up to her exposed breast. He massaged it in his hand, the surprising coldness of his ring sending shivers down her spine.

Sierra hadn't been this intimate with someone in a long while - well, not as passionate as this at least. She wasn't complaining. She was rather surprised to say the least that Dean even considered it.

Dean's hands slid down to the lining of her underwear with a smirk, "Hellhound-wise? Not for long, puppy."

"I'll be holding you up to that." She whispered into his ear, nibbling his lobe teasingly as his hand went past the band of her underwear to touch her skin. She let out a faint moan when he felt his fingers rub her in soft circles.

"You're so hot." Dean hushed out quietly again, looking into her eyes for a moment. His other hand brushed a strand of black and red hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

She would've made a remark about her being a Hellhound due to her heat.. but now really wasn't the time.

Sierra airly chuckled, her hands draped over his shoulders and around his neck, "Shut up." She told him before pressing their lips together again.

"Make me." He mumbled between kisses, adding pressure against her clit. She hummed in satisfaction again, slightly grinding against the bulge in his boxers.

However, just before they got to the good part - they were interrupted.

"Dean, Saro- Sierra? You conscious?" Sam warily questioned whilst walking in without knocking, "Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we-"

"Jesus, Sam!" Dean suddenly yelled, noticing his brother and putting a blanket over Sierra, who couldn't stop laughing.

"God! Sorry!" Sam profusely apologised, slapping his hand over his eyes as he rushed out, "I didn't see your silhouettes! I thought you had finished!"

Sierra couldn't remove the grin from her face, "He was only just making me get to that part!" Dean snickered too, removing the blanket when his brother left.

"I didn't need to know that!" Sam shouted from outside and then the door slammed closed.

Dean had a lob-sided grin on his face, looking dazily up at Sierra, "Anyway, where were we?"

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Sierra had her arm draped out the car window whilst Dean drove. Sam leaned forward in the backseat and tapped his brother's shoulder, "Let me see your knife."

Dean frowned, "What for?"

"So I can gouge my eyes out."

Sierra snickered again, covering her mouth as she glanced at Dean, who replied casually, "It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam."