Hunters Match

Chapter Fourteen

**mature content **

Dean had watched as Sam had lifted Amy in his arms and disappeared into the elevator. Damn those two, this wasn't the plan. He glanced around the room to make sure they hadn't aroused suspicion, unfortunately Amy's boss had also seen the performance and was heading towards the elevator doors. Dean took a last longing look at his overflowing plate before depositing it on the table.
He rushed towards Florance "is everything ok" he asked intercepting her.
"Oh its Dean isn't it, Amy's friend, erm I'm not sure. I think they may be something wrong with Amy." Florance was trying to get around Dean but his broad frame blocked her.
"Oh I'm sure she's fine probably had a bit to much free booze" Dean motioned taking a drink and winked at the older lady "either that or snuck of for a bit of fun with my brother" The words almost lodged in his throat the last thing he wanted to imagine was Amy and Sam together.
"Well neither of those sound like Amy" Florance looked sceptical "you clearly don't know her very well"
Her words caused Dean to wince. She was right how much did he really know about Amy aside from the strange connection he felt when she was near. He'd like to know everything, what was her favourite food, her favourite movie what made her happy, what made her sad, what kind of noises would she make when he made her come. The realisation hit him that he only had a few months to learn these things and how unfair it was to both of them. The first time they'd met had ended in tragedy, could he really do that to her again. She had once told him she hated him but surely that would be better than loving him. At least then she would be safe.
Florance must have sensed his anguish and laid a gentle hand on his arm. "Its OK, Amy doesn't let many people in. I'm not sure any of us really know her very well. Why don't you come up with me and we can both make sure she's ok"
She took Dean's arm and walked with him towards the elevator.
The doors opened and Dean could see the security guard rattling the handle of a closed door at the end of a narrow corridor.
"What's going on?" Florance asked holding her ID aloft.
"The young lady was having an allergic reaction" the guard stood up straight "now the door is locked"
"Well that's ridiculous Amy doesn't have any allergies, here I think I have a key somewhere" she rummaged around in her hand bag before producing a set of keys.
"Here let me take them" Dean fumbled the keys purposefully dropping them on the floor "whoops, butter fingers" he said loudly hoping his voice would travel through the door. He retrieved the keys and made a show of fumbling them in the lock. "Sir you should let me do it" the guard said trying to take the keys. It was comical really, the way the keys ended up on the floor again and Dean managed to get himself in front of the door blocking access. As the guard tried to push him out the way the keys once again landed on the floor.
"Oh for gods sake. Both of you move out of the way and let me do it" Florance grabbed the keys from the guards hand and made quick work of unlocking the door.
The sight that greeted them made Florance gasp. Dean felt a rush of rage wash over him as he looked at Amy in his brothers arms.
"Get your fucking hands off her" he growled while stalking into the room. It took every ounce of will power not to grab his brother and beat the living crap out of him.
The two of them moved apart, Amy looked down refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
"Amy what is going on here" Florance didn't sound angry, she was still concerned about her friend.
Still staring intently at the floor Amy explained "Sam wanted to see the Civil War weapons collection" her face had gone bright red "I thought if I brought him up here we could have some privacy"
"Well you thought wrong sweetheart" Dean grumbled. Sam sent him a warning look but he was still to pissed to care.
"So you lied to the guard" Florance asked
"Yes" Amy mumbled.
"I don't know what's got into you Amy, but what ever is going on between you and these two men has you acting very strangely" Florance looked between the three of them. Amy still hadn't looked up. Sam was looking extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation and Dean was still looking like he wanted to kill.
"I think we should all go back downstairs and try enjoy the rest of the evening. But Amy I am your friend and I'm here to listen when you're ready to talk" Dean saw Amy wince at her friends words and felt a pang of guilt for putting her in this situation. As they all awkwardly squeezed into the elevator Dean was stuck behind the guard and Sam and Amy were squashed tight next to each other. Sam leaned down to whisper something to Amy and she looked up at him and smiled. Dean growled loudly causing both of them to look guiltily at him. He was glad the guard was in-between them. He was the only thing stopping him from slamming his fist into his brothers face. They all breathed a sigh of relief when the doors slid open and they spilled out. Dean grabbed hold of Amy's arm and started pulling her away "you and I need to talk"

Dean pulled me roughly towards my workroom and didn't release me until the door was closed securely behind us.
"So you want to tell me what the hell is going on here?" His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"Well I think that's pretty obvious Dean" I tried to sound nonchalant "we got the sword so your welcome"
"Don't get smart with me woman" he started to stalk towards me. I backed away until my back hit my desk and left me with no place left to go. He didn't stop until he was stood in front of me, leaving just a sliver of space between us.
He towered over me his eyes roaming my face. "Do you even have any idea what you do to me" his voice was husky, his eyes looked almost black in the dim light. "I tell myself to stay away, that I can't have you, but these" he rubbed his thumb gently over my bottom lip "these are mine" His lips came crashing down in a ruthless kiss. I gasped and he took the opportunity to force his tongue into my mouth. I quickly matched it stroke for stroke, arching into him. He groaned against my lips and it sent a vibration all the way down to my core. His lips trailed a path along my jaw to my ear. "Your mine Amy" his breath was ragged. He placed hot wet kisses along my neck and ground himself against me. I gasped as he brought his lips back up to mine one hand palming my brest through my dress, the other pushing into my hair. I felt my nipples harden beneath his touch. I wasn't much more experienced than the last time we met I should be nervous but being with Dean was natural, my body instinctively knew what it wanted. I rubbed myself against him, feeling his hardness, mewling at the sensation it sent through me. He groaned loudly and roughly pulled away from me. Before I could complain at the loss of contact he spun me around so I was facing my desk. He pressed himself tightly up against me. His fingers brushed my skin tracing the deep cut in the back of my dress. "Mmm so beautiful, I've been wanting to do that all night" he growled into my ear. I shuddered at his touch, his lips followed the same path down to where the v ended on the small of my back. "Dean" I gasped breathlessly. He raised himself up and spun me back around to meet his lips in a scorching kiss. I pushed at his jacket and he quickly helped me, shrugging it off and dropping it to the floor. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and traced the ridges along his back. His hands clenched my ass squeezing and kneading, pulling me into him as he ground himself roughly against me. One hand went back to my breast, our lips never loosing contact and his other slid up my thigh inching my dress up higher and higher. I gasped as his hand cupped me, and he ground his palm against my mound. When he slipped one finger inside my panties and slowly ran it along the lenght of my opening I bucked my hips letting out a loud moan. "Oh baby you feel so good" He nibbled at my ear. I could do nothing but hold on to him as he started to slowly draw circles around my most sensitive spot.
"Dean I'm gonna.." I cried out as he slipped one large finger inside me.
"What baby, you gonna come for me" his deep voice vibrated against my neck "your so fucking tight sweetheart" his breaths were ragged. Dean's voice was always deep and sexy, but Dean's voice talking dirty was nearly enough to push me over the edge. He slipped in another finger causing me to hiss as my pleasure was tinged with pain. I stilled bracing my hands on his shoulders.
Dean stopped his movements immediately "whats wrong?"
I shifted slightly trying to adjust to the fullness "nothing its just erm you have big hands" the pain was easing quickly.
"Amy are you.. are you a virgin" he frowned down at me. I couldnt bring myself to answer so I just nodded. This was a ridiculous conversation to be having while his fingers were still inside me. He slowly pulled his hand away and adjusted my dress to cover me. He took in a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. I felt empy at the loss of contact greatfull for my desk behind me as I lent back for support.
"Fuck Amy" Dean's voice was rough "how I mean look at you how the fuck"
"I'm sorry" I mumbled meekly looking down at my boots.
" Shit" Dean placed a gentle finger under my chin forcing me to meet his eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry about do you understand me. You've done nothing wrong, it's me who should be sorry. I shouldn't have brought you in here. I was angry, seeing you and Sam together. I shouldn't have kissed you. I shouldn't have.." He gestured with his hand up and down my body.
"Don't say that please Dean, don't say you regret it" Being in Deans arms feeling his kisses his touch had felt so perfect to me it felt like I was home. I knew he felt it too. The connection had been there since we first met and hadn't dimmed in the time we'd spent apart. I
reached for his shirt and tried to pull him back towards me. Our lips met briefly before he groaned and pulled away. Taking a couple of steps back to create some distance between us.
"I don't regret it Amy. How could I, but we cant do this. I refuse to let your first time be a quick fuck against your desk, you deserve more than that you deserve more than me" He reached down and picked up his jacket. "I mean it Amy I'm bad news, nothing good can come from this. You need to stay away from me, it's the only way to keep you safe"
Dean gave me one last anguished look then walked out the room.