I tried to carry on

All for the love of you

"What're you smiling about?" Dean asks, with a questioning, but huge, smile.

"Im thinking about this!" I say, as I leap on top of him, kissing him wildly.

He rolls, Im on my back. "Damn, Cassy, didn't even let me take a breath" he, somewhat, whispers in my ear. He's kissing he, kissing my lips, my face, my neck, my collarbone. Im rubbing my left hand through his hair, and my left is firmly placed on the back of his neck. His right hand is gripped firmly on my left hip, his left hand is rubbing on my right arm. I could've stayed like that forever, us sharing the same air.

"Baby, do you want to..?" Dean says in a soft voice, his eyes doey.

"Yes, Dean yes" I wease.

"I think I have a condom, in the table" he says as he reaches for table. He takes a few condoms out and look at them "Why do these damn things expire?"

Then I remember "Dean, get my jacket"

He gives me a look.

"Just grab it" I say.

He leans over and reaches for my jacket, on the desk chair, and gives it to me.

I fumble with my jacket, but eventually get the condoms. "I thought of this earlier." As I throw my jacket on the ground and hand Dean the box.

"You got a fucking variety pack?" he asks, laughing.

"I don't know your size Dean" I say. "Why are you laughing?"

"I just didn't think they made variety boxes." He says " The fact that you had enough thought as to get a variety pack, is one of the reasons I love you."

"I love you too" I say.

He starts kissing. I curl my fingers under his shirt and pull it over his head, as he does the same to me. He starts trying to pull off my pants, rubbing up and down my thighs.

I pull away and get off the bed, only to turn to Dean and say "Years ago we were arguing and you turned around and said 'you know what Cas, blow me', lets just say, Im about to do as you said."

I pull off his pants and he spreads his legs. I rub the inside of his thighs and curl under the edges of his boxers. I look up at him and his green eyes are completely open. I just laugh and continue. I rub closer to the bulge in his boxers. I grip the edges of his boxers and pull them off. "Holy shit" slips from my mouth.

"To much for you to handle?" he snickers.

"We'll see" I say, as I pick up his dick and lick the very tip. I drop my jaw and let him slip it in. He was really because I was rubbing my tongue around his tip and moving my head back and forth. I lick and wrap both hands around his dick, I continue jerking him.

"Cassy... fuck... ahhh... mmmm" he moans softly.

"Dean, hand my a condom" I say.

He hands me a condom and I put it on him. I suck him for a couple more minutes, until he told me to "get up here".

He pulls my boxers off when I get in bed. He grabs my dick and rubs it, he was making me hard. I lift my ass, so he can put a pillow under me. "Suck my fingers, I need spit." I give it to him.

He rubs the spit on my bottom and I try to relax. "Fuck me, Dean, fuck me"

He tries to put it in, but then he sighs "baby, try to relax" when he finally gets it in I moan. Then he starts humping, slow at first, then going faster, and harder.

"Dean... harder... deeper...fuck... harder... Dean...... harder.... " I, loudly, moan.

"Cassy, you have to be quiter" he says.

"I can't help it" I wine.

"Here, let's slow it down a little." he says, slowing down his thrusts and wrist movements "is that better?"

"Fuck... it just feels so different... doing it as another species... it feel better... less amplified... more loving" I say, in between moans.

"Cassy, it doesn't matter what species you are... it's not loving unless you love the person" he says still thrusting. "Do you want me to go faster?"

"Yeah" I moan. He grips my dick hard and quickens his hand movements, slow, quickening his thrusts. I was, slowly, moaning louder and louder.

Dean covers my mouth to muffle the moans. "Little prince, you've got to stay quite." Dean moans in my ear, which, makes me moan louder. "Does that make you hornier? Me calling you little prince?"

He lets go of my mouth, so I can answer. "Yeah" I moan, blushing.

"Good, I like calling you that" he moans.

"And what do you want me to call you?" I ask, trying not to moan.

He just blushes and goes harder.

"Dean... I made you speechless" I say

He groans. I mad him speechless, for the first time, ever.

He grips my dick harder and rubs faster. His thrusts faster. I moan louder than before "Fuck... fuck... fuck... oh fuck... Dean... oh fuck..."

"He's about to cum" I think to myself.

He pounds me hard and Im know screeching, I don't care about being quiet. I love Dean, why would I want to hide it? Me groaning almost as loud as me.

Tension was building up in my dick. I know Im about to cum. And then, right when I think it, white liquid shoots out off me, and I grunt.

Dean is still rubbing and pounding. By the time Im empty, he has just started cumming. He slows dramaticly and, when he's done, falls beside me.

We stay there, in bed, the only sound from either of us, heavy breathing.

Then finally "Damn" he says.

"What?" I ask.

"One hell of a virgin" he says, with a snicker.

"Not a virgin, Dean." I say.

"Oh yeah, that reaper." he says "I forgot about that."

"Sure you did" I say "just like I forgot about Kim Slovak"

"How do you know about that?" he says.

"You act like I wasn't alive back then. I was on your protection detail. I was there when you were born, I was there when you first drove the impala, on a wolf-vamp case, your first kiss, the ripping if the card, so on. It was my job to watch the Michael sword." I say.

"You liked that view, didn't you?" he asks.

"Yeah" I say.

He yawns "Ready for bed?"

"Yeah" I say, rolling onto my stomach.

Dean turns off the light and, within seconds, I fall asleep.