Supernatural: The Full First Season

Whoa!

A few towns over, we get a hotel. I step in, and start putting my stuff away. Dean comes in a few minutes later, grinning wildly.

"Hey," I smirk. "What's up?"

Dean shuts the door, standing in front of me. He slightly presses me against the wall, "Let's begin." He scans my body. His green eyes seem to have a long needed lust in them. The more he looks at my body, the more his perfect jawline clenches. I can feel his rock hard body against my slim, muscular figure. I tangle my fingers in his short, spiky hair.

Dean firmly grips my waist as he presses his waist against mine. I can feel the bulge beginning to form in his tight jeans. I look at him with longing eyes. I want him. No, I need him.

He slams his mouth against mine hard. He licks my bottom lip for granted access and I gladly let him in. Our tongues fight for dominance over the other. But sadly, he's winning. I bite his bottom lip and tug, earning a low moan from Dean.

"I'm so used to other girls not fighting back," he smirk at me, his bright green eyes dark with lust.

I smirk back, "I'm not like other girls . . ."

He chuckles and bites my lip back. I tug his hair firmly, but not enough to hurt him. He leaves my mouth and goes instantly to my neck. He sucks and nips, making me softly moan and squeak. He laughs at my squeaks. His hands move up from my waist to my shirt. He lifts it over my head and tosses it across the room.

He looks at my 32DD, bra covered breasts and slowly licks his lips. A shiver runs down my body.

I look down to see that his member has become fully hard. He notices my staring and presses his member against my soaking wet womanhood. I whimper out his name. God, I need him.

I push him onto the bed, causing him to look slightly dazed and confused. A smirk grows on my plush, pink lips. He quickly takes control again, grabbing the back of my head and lowering me down into a tense and passionate kiss. I grab the bottom of his dark gray shirt and start to take it off of him. He breaks the kiss and finishes removing it.

I stare at his muscular torso before tracing the anti possession symbol on his right pectoral. Dean's staring right at me. I look back at him.

"Ellie . . ." his eyes are full of lust and love. He props himself up on his elbows and strokes my cheek. He's trying to figure out what I'm thinking.

"I love you," he whispers. I grab him by the cheeks and slam my mouth onto his. He's caught off guard, but he gladly accepts. I help him get his pants off. He flips me over so that he's on top. He tears off my skinny jeans. He slides his hands up from my ankles all the way to my bra, running over my own person eight pack, similar to his. He unclips my bra and tosses it across the room with my panties soon following.

Then he slowly slides off his tight boxers. I stare at his huge member. Looking at him makes me realize a very important fact that I forgot to mention earlier.

"Dean?" I ask.

"Hm?" he replies.

"I'm a virgin. And I love you, too."

It's silent for a moment. He looks shocked. I blush hard. Then he smiles, "It's kinda hard to believe. What guy would pass this up?! But I'm so glad I'm your first, and I hope I'll be your last. This is gonna be a night you'll never forget, princess."

He spreads my legs and wraps them around himself. He positions himself at my entrance. I grip his shoulders, extremely nervous.

He looks down at me, giving me a gentle kiss, "This might hurt at first . . ."

He slams his member into me. The extreme pain in my lower half causes me to scream. Dean stays still, watching a little blood slip out, letting me get used to the feeling. As minutes pass by, the pain starts to subside. I look at him and nod. He looks overjoyed and he slowly begins to move.

The feeling of him inside me is like no other. Bliss. My nails dig into his back as he forces himself deeper into me. I let out small moans of pleasure as I slowly begin to feel the pressure building up inside me. I look at Dean and notice that he's never taken his eyes off me. I begin to move my hips in sync with his. He moans out my name, goosebumps running up my arms. His voice is low and sexy. The more he moans, the more I crave him.

"Dean . . . I'm . . . I'm . . ." I gasp.

He nods at me and kisses me hard as he increases his thrusts. He wraps one arm around my waist and the other, he places on my back. He lifts me up. He's sitting on his legs, me in his lap. He keeps pounding into me. I grab his hair as I bounce in his lap.

"F-fuck . . ." I say between clenched teeth. I can feel Dean's speed increase rapidly. He pushes me over the edge of bliss. I hit my climax, screaming as I tighten around Dean's throbbing member. He cums inside of me. He holds me there for a good five minutes, not wanting to end the intense pleasure. His head rests on my chest and his warm breath brushes across my breasts. I play with his hair and repeatedly kiss the top of his head. He gently lies me on the bed. I look over as he lies down beside me. He looks up at me and smiles sweetly.

"I love you," I say quietly, placing a hand on his cheek. He places his hand on mine and turns his head to kiss my palm.

"I love you, too, Ellie."

I wake up feeling happier than I've ever felt before. I feel a strong arm wrap around me. A huge smile spreads across my face. I manage to turn around so I'm face to face with Dean.

Dean's still sleeping. I watch him sleep. His short hair's a complete mess and there are small hickeys on his neck from the night before. One of his new vampire fangs peek out of his slightly open mouth, a small amount of drool escaping. I giggle a little before grabbing the corner of the blanket to clean his drool. His jaw clenches and he slowly opens his eyes. He looks right at me.

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiles.

"Hello, handsome," I smile back. He places his hand on my cheek and leans in to kiss me. I kiss him back.

"I'm thinkin' we should go get breakfast," he props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. "So about last night . . ."

I look at him with a raised eyebrow, "What about last night?"

"Did you like it?"

I blush hard, looking down at his chest. I run my hand over his tattoo. I nod, "I loved it."

He smiles and kisses me hard. Without even thinking, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He leaves my lips and goes down to my neck.

Then suddenly, the door to our room swings open. Sam stands there, a little shocked. He quickly looks down at the floor. Dean grabs the blanket and covers our bodies. Dean glares at Sam, "What, Sam?"

Sam clears his throat and finally looks up, "Just thought we should start getting ready to get back on the road . . ."

"Awesome, we'll be ready in a minute," Dean says.

Sam leaves, shutting the door behind him. I look at Dean and he looks at me. We both start laughing.