Supernatural: The Full First Season

Prove it

"Ellie! Get up!" Dean singsongs as he shakes me awake.

I grunt, "Ugh, Dean. It's way too early. Come back to sleep with me. Deity."

Dean plants a kiss on my forehead, "Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Nap time's over. We have work to do."

I climb out of bed. My head feels foggy. I walk into the kitchenette to find Dean sitting at the table with a glass of water and an Advil, "Here, hon. Take this and go get ready." I swallow the pill and head to the bathroom.

I bang on the door, "Hey, Sasquatch, hurry up!"

Sam yells back, "You can't rush perfection!"

I start to think, "Well, I guess I could get dressed first. And I bet Dean wouldn't mind."

"I look over to see Dean fidgeting and searching through his cassette tapes, looking for the right one to torture Sam with. I start to lift up my shirt when I look in the motel mirror to see Dean eyeing me up and down.

I peek my head over my shoulder to look at him and I catch him staring at me before he looks down and smiles at his cassettes.

I smirk, "You like what you see?" His eyes flick back up at me. "Sorry for staring," he says, obviously insincere.

"It's okay if you like what you see," I swivel my hips as I drop my shirt on the floor.

He snickers, "And if I do?"

I stare at him flirtatiously, "Prove it."

Dean gets up and walks over to me. He places his hands on my waist and pushes me onto the bed gently.

I flip over until I'm on top of him, "My turn." He laughs as he smashes his lips into mine. He flips back on top and holds my wrists down.

I smile against his lips. Between kisses, I say, "Ooo, Kinky."

He lets go of one of my wrists to card his fingers through his short brown hair.

While my hand is free, I bring my hand to his face and run my fingers along his cheek.

He stops to take off my pants. I already wasn't wearing a bra. I return the favor by slipping off his gray t-shirt. He slides off his pants.

We're in our underwear. Only our underwear. Dean places his lips on my bare left breast. He begins to slide down my underwear.

The sound of Sam's hair dryer halts. The door opens.

"Okay, guys, you rea-" Sam starts choking on his words.

Dean smiles, covering my breasts with his hands, "Hiya, Sammy!"

Sam's jaw slackens, "Really?" He laughs. "I thought you would've realized by now. You're obviously not gonna get anything done while I'm around."

"Yeah, I've only gotten to make love to her once since we've been together. It's been a month! I'm horny!" Dean smirks.