Supernatural OneShots

**Back in his Arms**

(A/N): I'm doing little one shots based on songs now, and guess the song in the comments! If you're one of my followers on Instagram, leave your name and your guess below and if you're the first one to get it right, you get a shoutout! This story is based on a Jason Derulo song up until these markings "---"

-Deans POV-

I can't sleep. Its been forever since I've seen her. I had gone on a solo hunt, that was fairly easy, knowing that she still lives in this town. Its too hot in here, I'm burning up. I normally sweat when I think about her, and I'm not sure why. But I wonder if she still thinks about me. Does she miss me? Does she wish we had never said goodbye? But here I am, lying in a motel bed, naked, sheets thrown on the floor, thankful that I didn't bring Sam this time. He says its unhealthy, the way I think about her. I knew I would have to get over her sometime if I could keep my promise to stay away from her. But I know how she feels. She never said it, but I knew. I sit up in bed, making my mind up right then. I had to see her again. I had to see Alliana.

I pull my clothes on quickly, ignoring the sweat on my body. I don't have time for a shower. I grab my keys, and run outside only to see that I somehow have a flat tire. "Dammit" I mutter. How do I get to her then? Think Dean, what do normal people do when they don't have a car? I look around for something I could use, and see a bus stop. I'm not gonna take a bus. That's a tad bit cliche. Across the parking lot, there's a old taxi, looking like it hasn't been used in a while. Perfect. I run over, trying not to be suspicious. I pick the lock, then slide in, already working on jump-starting the car. The engine finally starts up, and I speed off down the road, wanting to get there as fast as I can. I'm pretty much standing on the gas pedal, thinking about her curves and how goddamn beautiful she is. I want to feel her skin under my fingertips again, her warm body against mine. Why am I this crazy about one girl? Sam's tried to get me to move on, but that's impossible. Alliana is different. She's as reckless as I am sometimes, and she cares about me. She's not like the other girls who just want me because I'm attractive or whatever, Ally has literally taken care of me before. She's patched me up after several hunts, she would make me coffee, and watch over me when I was sick. She'd even nurse my hangovers. She left me, but I don't blame her. I'm a lot of work sometimes. Alright...most of them time! I see the street she lives on up ahead, and turn quickly, almost knocking over a trashcan in the process. "Oops" I laugh under my breath. There's her house on the left. I remember helping her paint the outside of the house before we decided to take a break from each other. God, I hope she doesn't hate me. I get out, and take a breath, trying to push all of the negative thoughts down. She can't hate me, right?

-Ally's POV-

Dean. That's all I've been thinking about. How he's doing, what he's doing, if he's okay. The list goes on. I read the papers, I know there was a case in town. Maybe that's why I keep thinking about him. But i don't know who came to town to pick up the mess. Both of them? Just Sam? I don't think Dean would come into town, since I live in this town. I'm sure it ran through his mind at some point. We both had mixed feelings about spending time away from each other. I cried for like, 2 weeks after I made that decision. "It was for the best" is what I'd convinced myself. But it wasn't. I missed him everyday, every second of my life since he left. I was stupid to make that decision. I can't believe I did that. There's a hole in my heart where I tried to erase him. How could I do that? I want to see him again. I can't keep living like this. But I never know where he is these days. I haven't seen him in a long time though, I doubt he would want to see me again. He's probably moved on already, while I lay here, regretting ever splitting us up. I hear a car door slam shut, and get up, wondering who it is. I look out the window and gasp, "oh...my god..." It's Dean! I expected to see Baby too, but its an old, beat up taxi instead. I don't care how he got here though, he's here! I throw on a robe, and run downstairs to meet him at the door. I almost trip like, 3 times, but I'm excited, I can't help it. I open the door just as he's about to knock. "Dean..." I say, kinda stunned by him standing at my door, "Wow...look at you, you're...older." He chuckles, "You too. Look at you. You got even sexier...damn..." I pull him in the door, shutting it quickly. I smile, my hands still gripping his jacket, "Oh, you are too Dean. Its good to see you." He replies, "You too Ally." He seems to be trying to figure out why I'm wearing a robe, so I untie it, and drop it on the floor. We can catch up later, but right now, I know exactly what we both want. He smirks, and I pull him on the couch with me, not even caring that the curtains are open. His hands are on my body, and I'm in his lap, our mouthes crashing together, biting and kissing like crazy. I push his jacket off, pulling at his shirt, wanting to be pressed against his naked body like I have before. He moves, standing up to drop his pants and boxers, and I pull off his shirt with a giggle. We both fall to the couch, kissing slow and hungrily. I can feel him, hard against my leg, and I throb, just thinking of how bad I've missed feeling him inside me. I moan as his lips travel down my body, practically making me squirm. "Dean please" I whimper, his cock pressed hard against my thigh, as I feel myself drip. Dean's at my neck again, licking and sucking, growling, obviously glad to have his babygirl safe in his arms again. He slides into me, and I gasp, "Fuck, you even got bigger!" Dean smirks, thrusting slow as he replies, "And you've gotten tighter. You didn't let anyone touch my babygirl, did you?" I shake my head, holding in a moan as he goes deeper, adding, "Because you belong to me. Say it, Princess." He starts getting faster, both of us moaning in pleasure, and I grab his shoulders, needing something to hold on to. I moan, feeling him go deeper, "I'm yours, daddy...fuck, I'm all yours...mmm..." He thrusts faster, growling as I moan his name. My nails dig into his shoulders, pressing myself against him. He lifts my leg up a bit, and I practically brace for impact, knowing exactly what that means. He starts slamming into me, hitting my sweet spot over and over, both of us making noises I've been wanting to finally hear again. The deeper he goes, the louder we get. I'm almost screaming when he moans, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you, babygirl." I whimper, "Oh god, please!" He keeps pounding me into the couch, my noises almost drowning out his, and then I feel it. He explodes inside of me, setting off my own eruption. I moan his name loudly, the word bouncing off the walls, both of us breathing hard, and trying to come down off our high we created. Dean says, breathing into my neck, "Fuck, I missed you, Als." I smile, my hands running through his hair as I reply softly, "I missed you too...I missed you a lot" He kisses me gently, then says against my mouth, "Ally, I love you. And I don't want to be apart from you ever again." I smile, and kiss him again, then reply, "Me neither. I love you too" He grins, and hugs me tightly, his arms around my waist.

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I wake up, and for a moment, I thought that I just dreamed that Dean was back. But then I hear snoring, and smile, knowing that its him. I roll over in his arms carefully, and cup his face lightly, kissing his nose. I've never been this happy in the morning. His eyes flutter open, his pupils fixating on me, and I smile. I whisper, "Morning baby" He smiles softly, then grumbles something while pulling me closer, nuzzling his head in my chest. I giggle, saying, "I'll make you coffee" He moves his head in a 'yes' motion against my body, and I add, "But if I can get a kiss first" He looks up at me, then moves up to kiss me gently on the lips. "I love you" I whisper as I pull away. He rubs his eyes, and replies, "I love you too. Now wheres my coffee?" I giggle, getting up, and saying, "Dammit Dean, give me a minute" He chuckles, snuggling back into the blankets in my spot, as I go to make his coffee. God, I'm so glad he's back, and I literally have never felt this many butterflies in my stomach. I turn on the coffee maker, and decide to just make breakfast, since I have to wait anyway. I don't even have to think to remember what Dean likes for breakfast. Bacon. He loves bacon. And he likes either pancakes or waffles. It doesn't exactly matter. They aren't the same, I know, but I do what I want. I decide to make pancakes and bacon, knowing the smell will get him right out of bed, no kisses or bribing needed. Not that I wouldn't mind doing either of those because I would do anything for that man laying in my bed. Anything. I'm already flipping pancakes by the time he's walking into the kitchen, sniffing the air like the weirdo he is. I pour his coffee and hand it to him, saying, "Here's your coffee and pancakes and bacon are in the process" He kisses my head, then sips his coffee, looking like a grumpy attractive man standing behind me, watching me as I flip the pancakes. In moments like this, it makes me think of what it would be like to be married to him. And I gotta say, it doesn't sound bad at all. I know his weakness. Hell, I'm one of them. I know exactly what he likes. And I know he cares about me. He loves me. I've watched him throw himself in front of me to save my dumbass, countless of times. If that's not love, I dunno what is. He sets his coffee down for a moment, just to hug me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist protectively. He nuzzles his nose in my neck, and kisses my neck gently, not wanting to distract me, but almost as if that's his way of saying 'good morning'. It feels so good to have his arms around me again, I almost get emotional, and want to cry. Bad idea. Nobody likes salty pancakes. He goes back to sipping his coffee, and saying, "God, look at you...practically wife material" I giggle, "Oh Dean, don't tease" He smirks, sliding his hand up the back of my shirt. Actually its one of his old shirts that he let me keep. Other than that, I'm not wearing anything. And that's how I like it. And I know he does too. He whispers against my neck, "I'm not playing with you, baby girl. I've made my decision. If I can find a way to marry you, you bet your pretty little ass, I will marry you in a damn heartbeat" As he said those words, I'm pretty sure my heart skipped a bunch of beats. He wants to marry me that bad. He just got back, and here I was thinking he would hate me. I'm glad I was wrong, because I feel the same way. I smile, finishing with the pancakes, and turning to him, replying, "I would love to marry you" He grabs my hand, and kisses my fingertips, making me giggle. "Oh breakfast is served, by the way" He smiles, and grabs a plate, just as the doorbell rings. I raise a brow, asking, "Did you call someone?" Dean grins goofily, "I'm pretty sure he wants to see you too" Then the door opens and Deans little brother walks into the kitchen with a smile. He's really not that little though, he's humongous! "Sam!" I grin, running over to hug the Moose. He laughs softly, hugging me tight as he replies, "Hey Ally how have you been? Its been a while!" I look up at him and say, "Oh I'm actually really good. But I heard you tried to get Dean to move on from me" I cross my arms, trying to look mad, but honestly, I'm glad to see him. I missed him too. Sam says, "Nonono, Ally, you know I love you, I knew that if I told Dean to move on, then he really wouldn't. He'd make his decision to find you. He would get you back." Dean clears his throat behind us, and we both turn to look at him, watching him sip his coffee. I snort, and say, "Well, I'm glad you told him that because I couldn't be any happier. I haven't felt this good in a long time" Sam shrugs, saying, "Of course, Ally. He's a huge mess without you. Anyway, I'm guessing Dean had a rough night?" Sam chuckles, seeing Dean give him a look. "Just be glad you weren't here" I laugh, "Anyway, you want some breakfast? There's plenty of food" Sam says, " Sure, I could eat" Sam grabs a plate and I watch him and Dean fight over the pancakes like siblings always do. I missed being with them. They're family. And I hope I never have to leave them again.

((Correct song was added on 11/20/17))