Supernatural OneShots

*Celebrate With Me*

(A/N): sorry it took me so long to post. Its a little too late for Dean to read it on his birthday lol...but yes, this one is for him. Happy late birthday baby!

"I dunno Ally, you're the one who's with him all the time!", Sam says, putting his coffee cup down. I woke up early just to ask him for ideas, but of course, he's got nothing. I say, "Sammy, come on, you know him better!" He replies, "Not in that way. Look, Als, just wear some lingerie for him or something, so he can rip it off you, I don't know." I reply, "That's the problem, though. I don't have anymore for him to ruin. He's ripped every single pair I own!" Sam chuckles, "That's not my problem." I roll my eyes, then he adds, "Figure something out, Als. You know what he likes from you." I sigh, "Okay fine, Sam, fine. I'll come up with something." He smiles, replying, "Good. Now go." I snort, then get up, and walk down the hallway to Dean's room. Knowing he's still asleep, I open the door, and step in, shutting it behind me. He's sleeping on his back for once, snoring softly. I smile, genuinely happy that he seems to be sleeping peacefully. Poor guy doesn't get much sleep because of the nightmares of his life. I get up onto the bed next to him, then climb onto him, straddling his waist. Then I pretty much lay on him, my face buried in his neck, chest touching his. I can feel his heartbeat; slow and steady, matching my own. He's so warm, and comfy, that I could stay like this for a while. But I gotta wake him up so he can celebrate his birthday with me. I whisper softly, "Dean...Dean, baby, wake up..." I kiss his ear gently, then I feel him harden under me. I think he's starting to realize where I am! He shifts a bit, moving me in the process, then he rubs his eyes. They flicker open, and he smiles at me, groggily saying, "Mornin' Princess." I smile back, replying, "Good morning...Dean Winchester." He chuckles, "Yes, that's my name...so what'd you do now?" I roll my eyes, saying, "I didn't do anything...yet. Today's just a special day, that's all." He raises a brow, asking, "Oh? And what makes it so special?" I say, "Guess." He makes that thinking face that I love, saying, "Hmm...is it...our anniversary?" I blink, the realization hitting me like a bag of bricks. I say, thinking out loud, "Huh...it is our anniversary...we've been dating for a year...whoa..." He chuckles again, "Isn't that what you were all hype about, Als?" I shake my head, replying, "No, no, I was hype because it's your birthday, but how could I forget our anniversary? I mean, that was the best day of my life!" He smirks, saying, "Same here. I loved how you didn't want to do anything super special for our first date. You just...wanted to go to a diner with me, and eat pie and burgers. I knew you were a keeper after that." I snort, sitting up on him, "Oh, is that why when we got back from our date, you took my virginity? Which I guess that's also an anniversary too. I didn't seem like a virgin, did I?" He says, now somehow sitting up too, "No you didn't, sweetheart. But I figured it out when you confessed that you'd never had sex, while I was filling you up. Then I just couldn't wait to give you what you really wanted." If I'd been standing up, my knees would've buckled. My stomach flipped at his words. I swallow, trying to brush off the feeling as I say, "Okay, so 3 important events are on January 24th. Your birthday, our anniversary, and my 'no more virginity' anniversary...that's not really a thing, is it?" He laughs, "No, not really, but it can be if you want it to." I say, "But I didn't come up with anything for your birthday...I tried, but I got nothing." He reaches into the drawer of his nightstand, and pulls out a box with a bow on top. He hands it to me, and I say, "No, Dean, now I'm going to feel bad about not getting you anything." He smirks, "Oh, but you did. Just open it." I raise a brow, then pull the bow off the top, and put it on top of my head. He laughs, "Well, look at you. The perfect birthday present." I giggle, then I open the box, tossing the lid onto the floor. I'm somewhat surprised by the contents, muttering, "Dean..." He replies, "I keep track of how many I rip. And I thought it was time for you to get some more." There's a pink lace set of lingerie as well as a black pair with a leather cord attaching the set together. I breathe, pulling them out of the box, "Oh, I love them!...hey, and the black one even has a little glitter on it!" He smiles, saying, "I thought you would. I know what you like, babygirl. Now...put one on for daddy, so he can get his birthday present." I bite my lip, keeping myself from throwing myself at him at his words. I mean, he could just be speaking, and I get a little shiver down my spine. I say with a smile, "Yes sir...but you can't look." He covers his eyes as I climb off of him. I stand up, peeling my clothes off quickly, and slide on the pink pair. I climb back onto the bed, and straddle his waist again, saying, "Done!" He uncovers his eyes, and smiles, giving me a quick once-over with his eyes. He says, "You look gorgeous, babygirl." I blush, replying, "Thank you. And it's just my size, so...double thanks, Deano." He says, his hands on my waist, rubbing little circles into my skin, "No problem; anything for daddy's little girl." I giggle softly, leaning forward, my forehead touching his. I whisper, "I am yours, daddy, but you have to share with Dean...it's his birthday." He laughs deeply, then growls, "You want him that badly, huh babygirl?" I nod, and he smirks, saying, "But I am Dean, baby. I'm daddy and Dean." I giggle, "You're a lot of things to me. Boyfriend, daddy, protector, teddy bear, idjit, etc. But when you put all of those together, and it makes you who you are. Dean Winchester...my favorite person in the universe." He smiles, and I reach towards him to run my fingers over his stubble. He takes my hand, and kisses my fingertips gently, then he asks, his lips against my wrists, "So, have a plan yet? How you want to spend my birthday?" I feel a little dazed by his mouth on my skin, and by the feeling of him through the blanket and his boxers. If only he knew what that does to me. I mean, I lose all innocence when I know that he's hard. And knowing that it's for me. I whine a little, and he asks, "What's the matter, Princess? Why you whining, baby?"  I pout, and he smiles a little, adding, "God, you're so cute when you pout. My little babygirl in pink. Damn..." His lip curls, and I whimper, "I want you...buried so deep inside of me that I feel like screaming, but I'm speechless...please, I'll beg, I'll do anything..." He smirks, saying, "There's my little slut; I missed you." I somehow get the blankets off him, with me still on top of him, and I slowly move myself against him, getting a little friction for my wet, needy self. He growls, "No Princess, you get up here, and ride daddy's face like a good little slut, got it?" I nod; seeing that wild look in his eyes, and the way he speaks to me just makes me even wetter. At this point, I'm dying for his touch, and I don't care what it is. I take what I can get. He lays back, throwing the pillow to the side, as I pull my underwear off, dropping them next to the bed. I obediently crawl up, and place my knees on both sides of his head, knowing that I may or may not be able to run if I decide I don't want this. But the other side of me is saying 'Do what you're told, Als. If you wanna stop, just ask'. "Als, look down.", he says, his fingers gripping my hips. I shake my head, and he repeats, "Ally, look at me, baby." I finally look down, meeting his green eyes with my brown ones, my hair falling over my shoulder as if it's reaching for him. His eyes crinkle at the ends, and even though I can't see his mouth, I know he's smiling. He says, "I love seeing you like this. Your curves will be the death of me, baby...sometimes you leave me breathless, you know that?" I feel my stomach flutter, and I blush, saying, "Aww...thank you." He takes this moment to pull my hips down, and lick a line up my folds, making me moan shakily, letting out a soft curse from my lips. I grab the headboard with one hand, so I have at least a little control over myself, then feel my hips move automatically against his mouth. I hear him growl as his tongue explores me, and my hips move with each stroke of his tongue. I moan, "Oh, daddy...that's...fuck, that's good..." Then what makes my breath hitch in my throat is when he closes his mouth around my clit, and sucks. My back arches, my hips moving faster as I moan and mewl at the touch of Dean's mouth. I whimper, gripping the headboard so hard I thought it'd snap, "Daddy, I'm...I'm so...so close..." I lick my lips, still practically grinding on his face, ready to cum on and all over his mouth. Believe me, that is a sight enough to make a girl forget her entire purpose in life! But for some reason, as I'm completely on the edge of exploding white all over his face, he pulls my hips up, detaching his mouth. I immediately go back to pouting, feeling my core throbbing at the loss of attention. He grabs me, and flips us over, quickly shedding his boxers. He says, "Let's get that pretty little bra off you, so it's just you and daddy between the sheets, shall we?" I nod, then he unclips my bra, pulling it off me, and tossing it onto the floor with the rest of our clothes. He whispers, pulling me to him, "There...now there's nothing keeping us from each other's bodies. You're my good little girl, aren't you?" I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, as I nod, my nose against his skin. I kiss his ear, then whisper, "Always your good little girl." He slides into me, full-force, and I gasp his name. He continues slamming into me, making my grip tighter, and the feeling of him hitting my g spot every time almost 'throws' me over the edge. I moan loudly, "Daddy, I'm...oh no-I'm...ohhh..." My back arches into him, and I explode as he keeps thrusting into me, working himself over. The wet noises are so much louder than normal, and I feel my juices running down my legs and onto my stomach, my skin starting to get sticky already. But when he says, "Daddy wants to cum on you, Princess.", I blurt, "Please!" He smirks, and I let go off him, so I can sit up a little. I watch him pump himself, his cock huge and slick with my cum, and I open my mouth, tongue out impulsively. Dean chuckles, raises a brow, and says, "Ooh, good girl." I want to giggle; that was his 'impressed' tone. I slide closer just as ribbons of cum shoot into my mouth, all over my lips, neck, chest, and stomach. He grins, saying, "And now you're even more gorgeous, covered in daddy's cum. Such a good girl, Princess." I smile, licking my lips, wishing I could get enough of how good he tastes. No, not just 'good'. He's better than anything I've ever tasted. He wipes off my chin, then pulls me up for a kiss. But it's not a dirty kiss. He's telling me how much he cares for me with this kiss. It's slow, and drawn out, and I adore these kisses. He's on top of me again, his body sticking to mine, as he's kissing me gently, my arms around his neck again. He pulls away, and whispers, "I love you, Ally." I smile, whispering back, "I love you more, Dean. Forever and always." He kisses me again, pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth, making me moan softly. I giggle, pulling away to say, "Oh, and happy birthday, babe." He chuckles, kisses my shoulder, then looks me right in the eyes. Those green orbs of his sparkle as he says, "Thank you for loving me, Ally. You know my birthday was only good because I have you with me, baby."