Supernatural OneShots

*It's Your Birthday, Dean [pt 2]*

Dean shrugs and walks towards the room. I go grab my bag and the other bag out of the Impala, and walk back in. I find the room, then strode in, seeing Dean sitting on the bed, calling someone.

I set one bag on the table, then take my bag and myself to the bathroom.

I dig in the bag, hoping that I packed my lingerie. My fingers touch the fabric, and I pull them out, smiling. I shed my clothes, then put them back on over my lingerie.

I only own about 3 pairs, and they come in the colors of red, white, and black. I just bought the black ones, because I was intending on celebrating Dean's birthday. I actually think that one of the other pairs is in the Impala, somewhere.

I even spray myself with perfume, too, because I think I smell pretty weird.

I walk out, with my bag, just as Dean gets off the phone. He says, "I called Sam, and told him that we stopped somewhere. He said he's fine, though."

I ask, "Did you tell him why we stopped?"

He smiles, saying, "Well, seeing that I don't even know why we stopped, I just told him that I puked and you passed out. And I said we can't go anywhere because it got all over the car and our clothes, so we have to clean it up, and take our clothes to the laundromat."

I reply, "That's a long and detailed explanation, but I'm sure he was still suspicious."

Dean says, "Yeah well, he's gonna' have to deal with it. I mean, I'm suspicious too, so..."

I say, setting my bag down, and emptying the other onto the table, "You should be, because what you're most likely thinking... is what's happening."

He raises a brow, asking, "Really?"

I nod, then ask, "Whipped cream or frosting?"

He smirks, saying, "Both."

"So, this is what's gonna happen. We have about three hours. I'll let you do whatever you want to me, and I'll do the same to you. You just can't kill me."

He says, pulling me into his arms, "I would never kill you; I love you, Princess."

I say, almost against his lips, "I love you, too."

He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, instinctively. When we come up for air, I breathe, "So what do you want, Dean?"

He smiles, then replies, "I just want you. Just you. Because you're freakin' amazing, and beautiful, and I know that you have self-esteem issues, but I just want you to know that I frickin' love you. You tell me who makes you feel that way, and I'll cut them up into little pieces, and burn them to ash."

I giggle a little, then say, "Thank you, but today's about you."

He shoots back, "But I'm not me without you...I need you."

I say, smiling, "And I need you...to bang me so hard that I won't be able to move."

He smirks, locks the door, then says, "I can do that. Happy birthday to me."

I laugh as he wraps my legs around his waist as he kisses me, deeply. He lays me down on the bed, unbuttoning my shirt, and I say, randomly, "I really like your coat. Like, it's hot...You're hot..."

He smiles, replying, "I like how my shirts look on you."

"Me too. I like how they smell. It makes me feel like you're always with me."

He smirks then pulls my shirt off. He gets my jeans off too, then he grins.

I ask, pulling my hair down out of its messy bun, "What?"

"Are these new?"

I smirk, saying, "Yeah. They're also a part of your present. Do you like them?"

He whispers in my ear, as he lays down on me, "They're pretty, but you make them gorgeous."

I smile, and close my eyes, wanting to memorize the feeling of his lips on my skin. He kisses my jaw, neck, and all over my chest and stomach.

Meanwhile, my fingers are all over him, wanting to feel every centimeter of skin on his body, and shedding his clothes as I go.

He starts moving against my hips, and I suddenly have the urge for him to just get inside me already. I feel desperate.

He suddenly gets off of me, saying, "Oh, I almost forgot."

He grabs the can of frosting. Then pops the lid off, crawling back onto the bed. He says, "I'm covering you in this."

I ask, holding in my sanity, "And then what?"

He smirks, tasting the frosting, then saying, "Then I'll lick it off."

I feel the butterflies in my stomach, as he begins to coat me in red frosting. When he finishes covering me in the creamy deliciousness, he hands me the can, letting me have the rest of it.

He says, "This might tickle, so please don't kick me, because I know you do that."

I smile, and eat the rest of the icing with my fingers as he licks me from my neck to my thighs.

There are a few spots on my body that as soon as his tongue touches it, I would almost choke on the frosting, letting out a loud gasp, moan, or some other weird noise, and causing me to arch my back a little. In response, Dean keeps licking that spot for a while, even after the icing is gone, probably just wanting me to keep making those noises.

He literally gets all of the frosting off me in under 10 minutes. I throw the frosting can to the side, as Dean lays down on me again, saying, "Part 2."

He gently slides my underwear off, and I get to slide his off, while we both laugh at each other's madness. Dean doesn't even wait, he just pushes himself in, without warning. I gasp, reaching for the headboard, but he grabs my arms, and throws them around his neck.

He pulls out, then goes back in, and I moan, "Oh God...Dean..."

He smiles, and continues to thrust in and out, getting faster as he goes. I arch my back up to him as he continues to slide himself in and out. I feel something building up inside, then as he shoves himself in as far as he can go, I scream, and let myself go. He smiles, then explodes inside of me, too.

I feel like I can't breathe. I keep gasping for air for what feels like an eternity.

Dean whispers, sounding very concerned, "Babe, are you okay?"

I reply, running my fingers through his hair, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just...I'm trying to calm down, that's all."

He smiles, and says, after giving me a soft kiss on the lips, "I love you, and thank you."

I smile, and wrap my arms around him, never wanting to lose him or let go of him, honestly.