Supernatural: The Full First Season

Housekeeping

I wake up to find Sam gone and Dean asleep. Sam's probably getting some food or something.

I lean up in the sleazy motel bed, mattress squeaking as I move. I look over at Dean. He's laying on his stomach, his face turned towards the wall, his left hand grabbing the charm on his necklace; the one Sam gave him.

I exhale. Deity, he just looks so perfect. I move and he starts to wake up. "Good morning, beautiful," he grunts.

I place my hand on his back and start to rub. I reply, "How'd you sleep?"

He says, "Good. You?"

"Good. Hey, Sam isn't here. You thinkin' anything near what I'm thinkin'?" I smirk.

HE grins, "You thinkin' about doing some really great research?"

I laugh, "No, not quite."

He smirks, "Wrong research, honey. I love you."

I smile, "I love you, too."

He brings me into a tight embrace, his hand on my butt and the other swirling in a circular motion on my back. He pulls me away from his chest and kisses me.

I lean into him, deepening the kiss. He slides his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I submit, gliding my hands up under his shirt, running along his chiseled form. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me on top of him. I place my knees on either side of his hips, straddling him. I place one hand on the back of his neck and the other in his hair.

He moves the hand that was on my back to my lower back, pushing me towards him. He breaks the kiss swiftly, "You're so sexy." I push the kiss back together. My tongue slides along his when I pull back, "Damn straight."

The sloppy kisses are halted by a loud noise on the door. "Housekeeping." Knock, knock, knock. Dean shouts, "Hey, uh, I'm busy here. Come back later."

The voice replies, "No, I clean now." I climb off of him as he gets up to inspect. He grabs his .45 off the kitchenette counter. He looks through the peephole. He lowers his gun and sighs, "Dammit, Sammy."

Sam walks in, "It's Sam."

"Dude, you have the worst timing!" I shout.

Sam rolls his eyes, "Then get your own room."

Dean glares, "Dude, we've tried."

Sam smirks, "You want the coffee or not?"

Dean frowns, "Okay. Damn."