It's only a fairytale (Dean Winchester fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Dean and I have been dating for two months now. Dean has been so stressed out this week especially last night. Dean and Sam saw the demon that killed their mom and dad. Sam and Dean also had a huge fight last night and Sam left with the car. Dean fell asleep all angry. I woke up in the morning really tired. Dean still looked really angry, while he was sleeping. I found paper and wrote a note to Dean. "I'm in the shower. If you wake up early then come in the shower with me" I say and then got in the shower. I could barely open my eyes, I was still so tired. I leaned my head back and let the water wash over me. God, I hated mornings, especially Monday mornings. 

The sound of the door opening had me forcing my eyes open and pulling back the shower curtain just a couple of inches to see Dean stepping into the bathroom, yawning as he pushed the door closed behind him. He set a large cup of what I guessed was coffee on the edge of the bathroom sink and rubbed a hand over his face. He stripped off the "dead guy robe" (Sam's name for it, not mine), then kicked off his black boxer briefs and shucked off his t-shirt.

He shuffled across the room, opened the shower curtain and stepped inside, squinting, obviously still half-asleep. He shuffled towards me, pushing me against the wall of the small shower stall, his hands on my hips. He was warm and soft as he leaned into me, catching my lips in his.
"G'morning, gorgeous," he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine. "You left me. I rolled over and you were gone." His voice was thick and rough with sleep. "You were sleeping so soundly, and I wrote you a note," you replied. "And after last night -""I don't want to talk about last night," Dean growled, his hand sliding up my waist and settling on my breast, his thumb gently circling the nipple.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked breathlessly, my back arching to push myself into his hand."I don't want to talk," he whispered, his nose brushing along the lines of my throat, his tongue lapping at the water dripping down my neck. I shivered and not because of the cold tiles against my back or the water rushing over me. Dean pressed me against the wall of the shower, sucking gently at my neck, just beneath on my ear, one hand still tenderly caressing my breast, the other cupping the back of my head, holding me close to him.

He lazily kissed my jaw, nipping at the soft skin, a contented hum rumbling through his chest as his hands moved over my body. He caught my lips in his, biting at my lower lip, his tongue tracing over it until I opened my mouth. He deepened the kiss, pulling me closer and closer, his body so hard, so perfect, so everything.

I moaned, the sound swallowed by Dean's mouth covering mime, my nails digging into the skin of his back, marking him. The water washed over me, hitting Dean, droplets clinging to his impossibly long eyelashes and dripping from his short hair, splashing across my face as I looked up at him, kissing him, the taste of coffee and mint toothpaste flooding my mouth.

Dean broke off the kiss, smiling down at me. "Do you know what my favorite thing in the world is?" he whispered. I shook my head, my breath catching in my throat at the look of pure lust in his eyes."Those little sounds you make when I touch you," he murmured, sliding his hand down my stomach, his fingers teasing me, caressing me, making me squirm with anticipation. "Dean," i gasped. He pressed a kiss to my lips, one finger sliding into me. I moaned again, a deep, throaty sound. I felt him smile, another finger joining the first, his thumb pressing against the tiny bundle of nerves, my body responding to his touch just like it always did, like there was a fire burning under my skin, a fire I couldn't extinguish.

Dean's arm slid around my waist, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of me, kissing me tenderly. The hot water was pouring over me, both of us, steam filling the room, my body flushed with warmth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, not wanting to let him go, wanting him so badly that every muscle in my body was screaming with need. Tiny, mewling, greedy sounds were falling from my mouth, intermixed with Dean's name."God, baby, those sounds," he murmured. "So perfect, so hot." He rained kisses over my neck and shoulders, his tongue tracing over the trails of water running down my body. His fingers moved inside me, sending me into a near tailspin. "Come to bed with me, I want to hear you scream." "Yes, Jesus, yes," I gasped. Dean reached behind himself, shut off the water and yanked open the shower curtain. He grabbed his robe from the floor and wrapped it around me, then a towel around his waist. He had me back in our shared bed just minutes later. And he definitely got to hear me scream. We laid in bed and cuddled. "Thank you Ari" he says. "Your welcome" I say and his kisses me on the head.