Supernatural OneShots

*Long Lost Lovers*

"Long day, huh?" the guy sitting next to me says. I didn't
even notice that he was there.
I answer quickly, "Yeah. My job just makes everything worse,
though."
He chuckles a little, saying, "It can't be worse than mine."
I turn to him, saying, "Oh yeah? I'm a hun-" but I stop
because I know this guy. Those big, sparkling green eyes, soft spikes of hair,
and beautifully sinful lips send my head spinning.
He says, in his deep voice that makes my legs weak, "Als? Is
it really you?"
I almost fall off my stool, but the man catches me in his
arms, and I whimper, looking up at him, "Dean?"
He asks, whispering, "You've been hunting, haven't you? Geez
Alliana, what did I tell you?"
The bartender comes by, delivering my drink, and I down it
in about thirty seconds. Dean gives me a strange look, and says, "I thought you
told me that you never drink?"
I immediately reply, sounding angry, "That's because I
thought I'd lost you...forever. I thought I'd never see you again. I've been hurting
ever since we split ways, Dean. I was broken, what else was I supposed to do?"
He was about to say something, but I turn to him, look him
right in the eyes, saying, "I loved you, Dean. Did you really expect me to just
be okay with us being apart?"
He seems to be at a loss of words, but stares at me for a
moment, his eyes searching mine. He asks, "You said loved. Do you...do you
not anymore?"
I sigh, tapping my fingers on the counter, saying, "I-I-I
dunno, I mean, I haven't really th-" but I'm cut off abruptly by his lips
meeting mine, and his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer to him.
When he pulls away, I whimper, eyes still closed, "Dean..."
He says, and I can practically hear him smile a bit, "Princess,
I love you. I didn't want you to get hurt, so I decided to leave you. I know it
hurt, but I was hoping you'd have a better life, and maybe meet someone better
for you. But...now I see that you were just chasing me this whole time."
I laugh breathily, and he pulls me in for another kiss, this
one more rough and lustful. Our mouths move together like crazy, each kiss
making me open my mouth wider, wanting to hear the wet, sloppy noises.
Dean pulls away, asking, "You wanna' take this somewhere
else?"
I breathe, "Not far...I don't know how much longer I can wait."
He mutters, "Damn...I'll pay for your drink, alright? I owe
you."
"Not after tonight, you won't." I shoot back, grinning.
He slaps a few bills onto the counter next to my empty
glass, then grabs my hand, pulling me into the parking lot. He seems to be
looking for a place, but I say, seeing his car, "What about Baby?"
He cocks a brow, saying, "In my car?"
I nod, then he shrugs, leading me over to his precious car.
When we get closer, I say, running my hands along the black metal, "Hey Baby,
haven't seen you in a while! Lookin' good! Better than I am actually! Did you
miss me?"
Dean grabs me by my waist, and pulls me into him, growling, "Not
as much as I've missed you, sweetheart."
"You know, this'll be our first time, and honestly, I'm a little
upset, because I'm dru-" but he leans down next to my ear, saying, "I promise
you'll remember everything, babygirl."
A shiver runs down my spine, as he says, "Get in."
I open the door, and crawl in, laying down on the backseat.
Dean shrugs his jacket off, puts it in the front seat, and climbs on top of me
after shutting the door.
I whisper, pouting, "Can you be mean?"
He looks confused, asking, "Why would I-" then he seems to
figure it out, sighing, "Well, if that's what you really want, princess."
I nod.
He winds a hand into my hair, and pulls it, growling, "I
didn't hear a please or a thank you. Does daddy need to teach you some manners?"
I laugh, surprised, and say, looking up at the ceiling, "Oh
fuck, please!"
He rolls his hips against me, and kisses a trail down my jaw
to my neck, saying, "Beg."
I run my hands through his hair, but he grabs them, and pins
them behind my head, snarling, "You can't touch until I hear you beg for daddy."
My mouth falls open as he kisses down my chest and stomach,
removing my shirt while grinding against me. My body starts to heat up fast. He
slides my underwear down with my pants, throwing them in the front seat, and
sticks a finger into me, making him gasp.
He says, sounding cocky, "I still haven't heard you beg yet."
I moan, as his fingers slide in and out, making me feel like
I'm melting, "Dean...please...I need...ugh, daddy...please..."
He moans in response, and I smile, knowing I just turned him
on. He unbuckles his belt, and I slide his pants down letting him put his hands
wherever he wants. He slides his fingers back in, whispering, "Baby, you're so
wet for daddy, aren't you?"
I whimper, craving him, "Dean please...daddy please...I need you..."
He grins devilishly, then his boxers are off in seconds, and
he's aligning himself with me, then tip of his cock just over my entrance. He
pushes himself in, filling me, stretching my walls a bit, causing me to yelp.
He growls, "You like that, babygirl?"
I wrap my arms around his neck, moaning, "Oh my-Dean,
wh-damn, you're huge!"
He chuckles, keeping the thrusting slow, saying, "I know,
princess, you'll get used to it." As he picks up the pace a bit, I'm slamming
myself into his body, wishing he'd just bang me until I'm unconscious.
I feel the knot in my stomach, and groan, "Dean, I think I-"
but he whispers, "Do it. Cum for me, princess. I want to taste you."
I feel it bubbling,
then let go, all around Dean inside me. He mutters something, and pulls out
slowly, but slides down my body so his face is almost between my legs.
He dips down, and licks up all of my juices in one swift move,
earning a moan from me every time his tongue brushed over my clit.
He mutters into me, sending up vibrations that are enough to
make me do it again, "Damn princess, you taste even better than I thought."
I shiver and Dean slides up to kiss me, the bitter taste of
me on his lips. He says, "I've been dreaming about this night since the day I
met you."
I smile, whispering, clinging to his body, "Really?"
He says, kissing the tip of my nose, "Of course. I have
always had a connection to you, but after you left, I realized how strong it
was. I missed hunting with you, having to share a bed with you when we were on
cases, making you laugh when you were mad at me for some reason, all of it. I
missed all of it. I missed all of you."
I ask, "So you... you do love me?"
"Absolutely Princess. I love you so fucking much, I can't
even go a day without thinking about you. I don't want to lose you ever again, okay?"