I'm not a Winchester

(8)

The next few days at the bunker were pretty uneventful. Dean wouldn't tell Sam we were dating or just never got around to it for some reason and we really acted the same as before. He still argues with me and we still have a decent share of almost kisses that are interrupted by Sam or Castiel. I can't stop thinking of the other night when Dean sort of decided that I was his girlfriend. Should I have gone to his room with him? I don't think I'd really regret it if I had.
"Danny, I'm going on a supply run. Need anything?" Sam asked. I shook my head and he gave me a smile before leaving. I was doing research on a potential new case. The lore I was reading was incredibly boring and I hated it. I know Dean's sitting in the kitchen reading the same crap I am, maybe he'll want to take my mind off of it?
I stood up and shut my book, walking into the kitchen, but not finding Dean. I decided to go to his room, and found him leafing through books on his bed. He saw me and stood up, walking over to me. My hands rested on his chest and I looked up at him as he leaned down to kiss me.
It didn't take long for it to speed up. I traced my hands down his sides and tugged up his shirt while his hands ran over my hips and waist. We separated only long enough for Dean to let me pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor.
"Come here." I breathed and pulled him closer to me by his jeans. Our chests were pressed together and I felt his hands slide behind my trench coat along the bare skin underneath. I shivered at his touch.
"I want it off." He demanded, his voice breathy and desperate despite the command. Our lips reattatched. I felt him slide the coat off of my shoulders and I let it fall from my arms onto the floor. He went after my shirt next, pulling on it until eventually I just pulled it off for him. My hands went down to his belt, quickly undoing it and loosening it enough to pull Dean's pants off of him. He kept me pulled against him, kept his lips molded to mine. They moved in sync as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He was taking control without even giving me a chance to fight, and I loved it.
He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my shorts, pulling them off with my underwear quickly. He climbed over top of me and held me beneath him with his arms.
The entire time we moved slowly. Everything felt like a blur but seemed suspended at the same time. Dean's body was hard. His back was rough with cuts from the last hunt that were healing and his chest was smooth from the training he did at all hours of the day. But his actions were soft. He was careful and gentle and even though his hands were calloused, they never left marks. It was more than sex, it was passion.

~Dean
Danny rolled away from me and laid on the edge of the bed. I just looked at her. There was a scar on her back that went from her right hip around her waist and ended near her shoulder blade. I have no idea what could've caused that. She looked absolutely beautiful in my bed, though. I reached out and ran my hand over her side, passing the scar. I rested it there and fell asleep.

~Danny
"Oh my god." I breathed, looking at the long scar on myself. Rian was standing behind me.
"Your sister's kidneys were failing, Danny. Its not that bad." He justified myself to me. I ran my fingers over it. It was that bad. It was long, and red, and went up most of my fucking back.
"I can't believe my kidneys were even any good, seeing as the condition I was in when you found me." I commented.
"They wouldn't have been, if I hadn't made that deal with the demon to get all evidence of drugs out of your system before we killed him." He replied. He was right. We had promised to let it live, to just send it back to hell and after it stopped my crappy withdrawl pains, we exorcised it so it couldn't decide to go back on the deal.
"I hate this scar." I informed him.
"You wouldn't care if it had come from a demon. Quit whining about it. You're still beautiful." He said, walking up behind me and putting his arms around my waist before kissing my neck.
"But it didn't come from a demon. I can't wear like, any of my clothes now." I complained. I loved my cutoff tees.
"Yeah you can. Here." Rian took off his trench coat and put it around my shoulders. "It looks better on you anyway." He smiled as I put my arms through it. It perfectly covered the scar.
"I love you." I smiled and kissed him.
I woke up with Dean's arm on my waist. Sam's probably back from the supply run by now. Carefully getting out of the bed, I grabbed my shorts off the floor and a black t-shirt. I put them on and went out to the library where Sam was reading through more lore about demons and all things that go bump in the night.
"Hey." I greeted him, sitting next to him on the couch and reading over his shoulder. It wasn't lore, it was some kind of college-level crap.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked, not looking up.
"Not much. How long have you been back?"
"About 2 hours." He replied. I tried not to blush. Dean and I had only gone to sleep an hour ago. "Where's Dean?"
"Why would I know? I-I think he went to take a nap or something, maybe?" I stuttered. It was making me nervous to think about admitting that Dean and I did something. I don't even know why. Sam raised his eyebrows at me.
"Danny, could you just tell me what happened? You're wearing his shirt." He informed me. I looked down and sure enough, I was. I looked at the floor and felt my face turn red.
"We had sex." I admitted. Sam groaned and leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"That wasn't what I meant!"
"What did you expect me to say? That's what happened!" I laughed, waving my arms at him.
"I do not want to think about you and Dean. Not now, not ever. You should've just said he was still sleeping." Sam kept lecturing me. I rolled my eyes. He's like a dramatic little kid sometimes. I stood up to go get a glass of water.
"Would you calm down? It was definitely not the first time your brother had sex." I tried to get him to stop groaning about it.
"Dude!" He yelled and laughed, burying his face to hide his embarrassment. I know that's probably more than he'll ever want to know, but now he knows. I just walked away to get something to drink, water doesn't sound like it'll cut it anymore. As I pulled two beers out of the fridge, I felt somone's hands wrap around my waist. I stood up and they kissed my neck.
"You stole my shirt. I thought we've had this discussion." A still sleepy Dean breathed into my neck. I turned around and handed him a beer. "Thanks babe." He said and kissed my forehead. His arm found its way protectively around my shoulders and I opened the beer and took a drink. We walked over to where Sam was still sitting on the couch.
"How's the college crap going?" Dean asked. Sam looked up at us and moved over so we could sit down and watch tv.
"I can't even look at you." Sam mumbled and got up, walking away from Dean as he sat down. I couldn't help but laugh as he walked away with his hand pressed against his forehead. I've ruined him.
"What was that about?" Dean asked from behind me. His arm was on my hip, trying to convince me to sit down.
"Its nothing, baby." I giggled and sat down close to him. He tried to pull me into his lap but I just plopped down next to him. When he pouted I leaned on him.
Later, I saw Sam walk in during the tv marathon I was forcing Dean to sit through. It was my favorite show, How I Met Your Mother. The show went to commercial when I noticed Sam, and I looked at him. He kind of glared at me when he saw me sitting so close to his brother.
"Beer, Danny?" Dean asked, holding his empty bottle out for me. I raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, Dean. Here." I handed him my bottle. He looked kind of shocked as I made him go get the beers. Sam snorted and sat on the far end of the couch.
"What? He might be my boyfriend but if he can't use some manners I'm not getting him shit." I justified myself. Sam just laughed harder. When Dean came back he gave me an open beer and sat with his arm around me.
"Thanks Dean." I mumbled and kissed him, partly trying to gross out Sam. Before he could pull away I licked his bottom lip and he gladly let my tongue into his mouth. I felt his teeth bite lightly on my bottom lip and I moaned a little.
"God, you win, Danny. Just please, stop before I throw up or something." Sam groaned from the other side of Dean. We separated and Dean looked at me.
"You win what?" He asked, suddenly confused.
"I just wanted to gross him out." I chuckled, running my hand through his hair.
"Oh, we can do way better than that." Dean laughed and took my beer, setting it on the coffee table before grabbing my face and connecting our lips. I smiled as he pulled me against him. He pulled my leg and twisted his hips so that I was straddling him and sitting in his lap. I rolled my body against his and Dean guided me with his hands and moaned. He started pulling on my shirt and I moaned back in response.
"Jesus fucking christ, please, stop. I just ate!" Sam complained from my right. We detatched for a second and I went for Dean's neck with my mouth and ran my hands over his chest.
"Don't stop." He huffed.
"Yes, yes stop! I don't need to be seeing this!" Sam yelled. I bit down on Dean's neck and felt him jump.
"Alright sweetheart, no biting." He said as he lightly pushed me off of him. I looked back up at Dean and smiled.
"Mission accomplished, corporal." I laughed. Dean pecked my lips and I climbed off of him, taking back my original spot next to him.
"Corporal?" Sam questioned. I had just made it up, but Dean saw another opportunity to torture Sam a little more.
"Yeah Sam, its called a kink. Don't you prefer 'daddy'?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. Sam gagged and left the room before we could say or do anything else.
"You don't have a kink like that." I pressed my eyebrows together. Dean just smiled at me. "...do you?"
"No, sweetheart, I don't. But Sa-" Dean cut off and pressed his lips against mine. I pushed him back.
"Stop torturing your brother! He already knows what happened, the poor kid's gonna throw up on your boots." I joked, hitting him lightly on the chest.
"Sammy, don't you dare barf in my boots!" Dean yelled as Sam turned around and ran away.
"Dean! He's just kidding. Calm down." I grabbed his arm and sat him back down next to me. We watched more tv for a while and eventually Sam came back and sat down. When the marathon was over, I was starving.
"Let's go get some diner food." I suggested to Dean. His head was on my shoulder.
"I could go for some food." He responded. We got up and all put on shoes before taking Baby to the nearest diner. We all sat in a booth near the door and ordered beers. We were talking when the waitress came to take our order. She was tall, brunette, curvy. I could tell she was eyeing Dean from across the room.
"I'll have a piece of pie." I told her. Dean seconded my idea and Sam ordered pancakes. She looked at us kind of funny. It was 7 at night, after all.
"Danny, I've been meaning to ask you what the scar on your back is from? Must've a been a pretty bitchy demon." Dean asked after the waitress left. I was taking a drink of my diet coke and almost choked on it.
"Mm-mm. Not tonight." I responded, shaking my head.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. I mean, you killed the thing, right?" He guessed.
"Its not from that kind of thing."
"Then what was it? Werewolf? Changeling?" He kept guessing.
"I said I don't want to talk about it." I tried to stop him. He didn't seem to take the hint.
"Are we doing the whole 'painful past' thing again? I know everything, Danny. Just tell me how you got the scar, it sounds like a good story." Dean egged me on. I shook my head.
"Dean, lay off of her." Sam cut in.
"Shut up Sam. Come on Danny." He kept pestering me. This is the guy I have a crush on? He can be such an ass.
"Its from having my kidney removed, Winchester." I said coldly. He finally shut up. "My little sister's were failing, so I donated mine. Its not from anything." I added. The table was silent as the waitress brought our food, holding Dean's for a little too long when he accidentally touched her hand taking the plate from her. I couldn't help but glare at her.
"Whoa, ease the daggers, babe." Dean said as she walked away. "You can't hunt her."
"Oh, I can try." I growled.
"Are you jealous?" He laughed. I felt kind of stupid admitting it. Dean wouldn't cheat on me, right? Besides, we've only been together, like, a week.
"I'm possessive, alright?" I admitted. I can't help it.
"That's what I like about you." Dean smiled as he shoved a piece of pie into his mouth. When we got back to the bunker it was pretty late for me. I could usually stay up past 10, but at 10:30 I either needed to sleep or be drunk. And after today, I don't feel like drinking.
"Time for more boring research." Dean said as we walked in the door.
"I'm going to bed." I announced as I took off my boots. I'm way too tired to be awake.
"Who's bed?" Dean asked, rising an eyebrow at me.
"Mine." I smiled. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him tightly.
"Want some company, sweetheart?" He licked his lips as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"Maybe..." I whispered. I pecked his lips and walked away. He came up to my room a few minutes later and took off his shirt before crawling in bed next to me. His hand went on my hip and he started kissing my neck.
"I am way too tired for this, babe." I mumbled. He stopped and pulled me against him before falling asleep.