Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 43: Take Care of Those Panties, Dean.

CATHERINE POV

Dean's alarm went off thirty minutes ago for him to get ready to leave and investigate, but we just remained in bed as I lay on his chest. I could tell he was already regretting agreeing on leaving, and deep down I agreed. But I also knew that we needed him to go so we could at least have absolute certainty on what the hell is happening. I mean, we haven't heard anything on Edward or Joey or even from Crowley since the dream-nightmare I had. It's not like Edward just dropped off the face of the earth; he wouldn't allow himself to get off with nothing.

"We don't even have to go. I could stay here and Sam could go alone," Dean tried to reason, but I only giggled.

"Dean, you can't just back out on him. That's so mean."

"Sam's a big boy. He would understand," he answered with a shrug.

Just then a soft knock came from the door.

"Dean, are you ready? It's almost time to go," Sam's voice came from behind the door. I looked at Dean when he didn't respond. Of course, he was shaking his head. He's not going to say anything, so I minus well.

As I got up from the bed, Dean groaned but I replied to Sam, "Yeah, he'll be out in a second, Sam." Dean remained protesting, as he picked up the pillow next to him and put it over his face. I however, got up from his bed to pick out clothes for him to throw on. I threw his selected clothes on the corner of his bed, expecting him to get changed. But he stayed still under the pillow and covers.

"Come on, Dean. Get up," I ordered. But he didn't move. When I realized that I would literally have to push him off the bed, I groaned and rolled my eyes as I strolled over to him. I grabbed his arm and prepared myself to pull, but instead his other arm grabbed mine and pulled me on top of him and then he rolled on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I couldn't help the giggles that came from me, and Dean just smiled as he looked down on me.

"Seriously, Dean. Sam is waiting for you. Come on, get dressed!" I giggled at him when I was squirming under his grip. He only ignored me, and bent down to my neck and started to suck at the sensitive skin there. Instinctively, I turned my head away so he could get better access, and he took advantage. He kissed and sucked moving down my neck from my jawline to where his shirt hung on my shoulders. I knew he was only trying to postpone leaving and although I didn't want him to stop, I knew that he needed to go with his brother.

"Dean, please," I pleaded.

His lips disconnected from my skin for a moment, and I whined from the lack of touch.

"Please don't stop, or please get ready?" his voice was deep and raspy.

"Please," is all that I said.

He chuckled lightly to himself, knowing that he had me wrapped around his finger and that I couldn't even communicate correctly when he touched me. Then he brought his head up to mine, centimeters from my lips.

"Please what?" he teased.

"Shut up," I rushed out when I just couldn't take his teasing anymore. I slammed my lips to his and pulled his face down closer to mine. He got the memo that I wanted him as close to me as possible because he obliged to my wants. Then he disconnected our lips again to go back to my neck, nibbling and sucking.

When we– well no, I– finally decided that it's been too long that we've been in the room and it was getting suspicious, I was rushing Dean to get dressed. He told me to calm down, but as everyone knows, if you tell a girl to calm down, she will only freak out even more. So, yes, I did freak out like a madwoman throwing his clothes at his body one after the other. And when I was done "dressing" him, I went straight to getting his things together for the nights he would be away. After zipping up his duffle bag and throwing it on his bed –which I now discovered was totally a mess– I quickly made his bed. Dean, meanwhile, was taking his damn old time in the bathroom brushing his teeth.