Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

XVI

Sixteen

When Sam, Dean and Alaine arrived at the bunker, it was a little over midnight. They gathered their things out of the car and made their way to their respective rooms to turn in for the night. After having driven for fourteen long hours, the elder Winchester was just about ready to pass out from exhaustion. Although his body hadn't been in agreement, Dean forced himself into the shower to freshen up before heading to bed. Upon returning to his room, he'd been surprised to find Alaine inside, perched onto the dead of the mattress, patiently waiting for his return. Lazily, he dropped his dirty clothes into the small hamper after shutting the door, and rounded the side of the bed.

"Hey, you okay?"

Alaine followed him with her gaze as he padded through the room. She cast him a soft smile, her hands reaching out to grab him by the waist. She stroked his sides and nodded her head, beckoning the hunter closer.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to say goodnight to you before going to bed."

Dean brushed her hair away from her face and looked into her eyes. He took her cheek into his palm, smiling longingly and watching as she nuzzled into his touch.

"Missed me already, baby?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact."

"Yeah? Why don't you stay and keep me some company then?"

Alaine's smile broadened at the thought. "I think I'd like that," she murmured, her arms encircling his torso, drawing him toward her.

The hunter coaxed her into bed with him, his calloused hands igniting a relentless fire inside her as they worked on ridding her of her clothes. His body loomed over hers, and before she could catch her breath, Dean was entering her with a deep plunge that evoked a cry from her lips.

It wasn't until the early morning hours that fatigue finally overtook them, and even then, Dean had roused her from her sleep, his body aching still from its relentless need for her. It rushed through his veins like a torrential flood, keeping him coming back for more. When he eventually settled beside her and gathered her in his arms, he'd fallen asleep right away, but his rest had been disrupted by a series of knocks that sounded off at the door at around ten a.m.

He jerked awake, disoriented and sluggish. It took him a bit longer than normal to pull on his clothes as he stumbled through the room in search for the discarded articles of clothing lying around the floor. After a minute or two, he then dragged himself over to the door and cracked it open to be instantly met with the blinding glare of light coming from the hallway.

"What do you want?" he ground out. He squinted, his nose scrunching up as the visage of his brother came into focus.

"It's ten o'clock."

"And?"

"Shouldn't you be out of bed by now?"

"I had a long night."

Sam smiled at his brother in awareness. "Really? So, you took my advice after all then. Good for you."

"Thanks. Are we done here?"

"Not really. Cas just got in, says he needs to talk to us now. And before you ask, no it can't wait."

Dean bowed his head, a disgruntled groan leaving his mouth.