I tried to carry on

To the grave

 I reach the bathroom door and turn it, suprizingly it was unlocked. And I step in.

 Dean was on the opposite side of the room, facing the opposite wall, getting dressed. He was in a pair of boxers.

 "Hello, Dean" I say.

 "Son of a bitch, Cas" he says. "You sacred me"

 "Sorry. Sorry for today." I say, frowning.

 By now, Dean has his pants on. He's walking toward me. With his flannel shirt, unbuttoned.

 "Cassy, I thought you were dead." he says "I thought everything that happened yesterday was a dream. Everything. Sense yesterday morning, I thought I'll wake up any moment and you'll be gone." his voice cracks and a tear rolls down his cheek.

 "Babe, Im not leaving you" I say, he is in front of me now, I wrap my hands around his bare waist, under his shirt "Im alive, Im not leaving you, not again, Im here with you. Im yours and you're mine." I say, pulling him closer.

 He wraps his muscler arms around my waist and asks "How do I know this isn't a dream?"

 "This" I say, kissing him softly. Softly turned into hardly. Hardly turned into wildly.

 Dean grabs under my thighs and sits me on the table beside me. He kisses my neck and I run my fingers through his hair. His kisses are hard, he's going to bruise, I really don't care. We're both breathing hard and slightly moaning. He grips my thighs tighter and tighter and whispers in my ear "I love my little prince"

 I pull away and say "Dean, you know that turns me on like a fucking remote control. Im not going to let you fuck me in the bathroom."

 "Okay" he says, pulling my pants and unbuttoning his.

 "Dean, what are you doing?" I say.

 "You said you won't be fucked in the bathroom, Im not going to fuck you in the bathroom because you're going to fuck me in the bathroom. Reverse psychology my little prince." he says.

 "Dean, I want to, trust me, I want to, but not now. Not with our brothers right outside." I say.

 "Please, Cassy, please." he wines, rubbing up and down my thighs "Sometimes I just feel so vulnerable Cassy, like I need someone to make me feel strong, you give me that strength. I never tell that you do and I act so dominant but sometimes, sometimes I want to be submissive so bad, Cassy. Sometimes I want to be vulnerable, sometimes I need to be vulnerable."

 I push myself off the table and grab Dean by the hips turning him and pushing his back against the wall "then be submissive" I say.

 "Cassy, you're not doing very well at not getting turned on" he says.

 "I can't help it, you're just so tempting" I say, kissing his neck, softly, then harder, then nipping it.

 "Cassy, I think I like that" he whispers.

 "Good" I say "I like doing it"

 He pulls off my shirt and throws it on the ground.

 He looks me in the eyes and smiles.

 I grab him and violently kiss him. Kiss his lips and his neck and his collarbone.

 All he does is moan "little prince" over and over again.

 Then Sam yells "Dean, Cas get out here, please"

 "Fuck" I say, pulling on my pants and grabbing my shirt.

 "Son of a bitch" Dean hisses.

 Dean and I both walk out of the bathroom putting on our shirts.