Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

XV

Fifteen

The pressure of something heavy against her chest jolted Alaine from her sleep. When her eyes snapped open, she was met with the blinding light that streamed through the motel's white curtains. Her room was bathed in sunlight, forcing her to shield her eyes as her vision adjusted to her surroundings. She'd meant to turn onto her side and away from the window, yet there was something weighing her down, keeping her pinned in place. Flickering her gaze, she glanced at her body in mild confusion and froze at the unexpected sight before her.

Firstly, her eyes landed on a head of brown hair. She then began to recall the events of the night before and a warm, heartfelt smile crept onto her lips. Though his face was turned away from her, Alaine admired Dean's perfection nonetheless. It was evident he was still asleep. She could feel his shallow breaths fanning across her skin. Much like a child, his head was nuzzled into her small bosom, one of his arms wrapped around her, cradling her to his body.

She now took notice of the second shocking fact of the morning.

Dean was lying between her legs, completely naked. She cast a glance around her. The sheets that once covered the mattress were bunched up around them. Pillows were strewn all over, and hanging off the edge of the footboard were her tattered panties, the poor lace ripped to shreds.

Alaine felt her insides clench at the memory of how aggressive he'd been, though after that, Dean had only shown tenderness. She knew she was probably crazy for thinking this, but the whole night had felt like a repeat of all those years ago. Like as if he was taking her innocence away all over again. She'd experienced things last night that she never imagined were possible. She'd felt...connected, made whole by the union of their bodies. It had been so perfect that as she thought of it now, she couldn't help the pang of sadness that tugged at her heart.

Again, she looked around the bed.

What if none of this meant anything to him? What if it was just sex and nothing more?

She brushed her gaze over Dean's body draped across hers. Slowly, and of their own volition, her arms came around his back. They held onto him as her fingertips trailed along the hollow of his spine. Although he was heavy, the weight wasn't overbearing. It was perfect, and felt just right against her. She didn't keep track of just how much time had passed, but sensed it'd been a good while because when Dean began to softly stir, a sudden tingling spread through her numb thighs.

The muscles of his back flexed suddenly under her touch as a muffled groan filled the room. She kept up the delicate caress, coaxing him gently into alertness. She watched him silently, and felt the arm around her tighten its hold before his head turned and his sleep-filled gaze met hers.

She smiled, her hand snaking up his back to card through his ruffled hair. "Good morning."

Dean sucked in a sharp inhale. He blinked, then slowly, a warm smile rose to his lips. "Morning."

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Mmm, better than I have in a long time."

"Really?" she asked, her brows lifting in surprise.

Nuzzling deeper into her chest, Dean pressed a kiss to the top of her breast. The tiny prickle of his facial hair against her felt soothing as his lips dragged across her sensitive skin. She hummed her appreciation to the delicate attention he paid to her left nipple. It stiffened under his touch as he circled it with the tip of his nose.

"Feel nice?"

His eyes had flickered up to peer at her from under his sweeping lashes. She nodded, her fingers pulling at his short hair.