Still Breathing

Rock and Roll is all that matters

Dean sped down the gravel road with the windows down and Metallica blaring out the speakers. I sighed in contentment. It was drives like these that brought back so many memories. We didn't talk, we just drove with no destination in mind. It gave me time to think about the situation with Sam and Jess. I may have reacted a little strongly seeing her, but can you blame me? It brought up old feelings and insecurities. Things I had long ago thought I had buried.
I also thought about the situation with John. Something was going on, something big. He obviously wanted the boys to go to black water ridge, but for what? What was the purpose of this wild goose chase? I silently glanced over at Dean. He was tapping his fingers to beat of the music on the steering wheel. It looked like he didn't have a care in the world but I knew him better than that. Dean caught me staring and smiled over at me, something I returned back.

"Dean, how are you handling all this?" His smile turned into a frown and he sighed.

"We really going to do this?" He asked.

I just gave him a look and he rolled his eyes. He slowed the car down before stopping in the middle of the road and turned to face me, his back leaning against the door, and an arm resting on the back of the seat.
He raised an eyebrow and said,

"Well, let's get this show on the road then."

"I mean with John going missing and Sam's sudden return into our lives you have got to be feeling something." I told him seriously. "You may not want to talk about it Dean, but I can see it in your eyes. That's the same look you had when Sam left for college and when you first told me your dad was missing. Something is bothering you." I explained.

His shoulders slumped and a look of frustration passed over his face. He groaned and ran a hand over his face,

"You're right. My dad's missing and if it weren't for the clues he's been leavin' we wouldn't even know if he was even alive." He told me.

I looked at him sympathetically. Dean and John had an..... Interesting relationship to say the least. Deep down, Dean felt like he would never be good enough for his dad and that the reason he conformed to be John's "little soldier" was to finally win his approval.

"And Sam?" I asked him.

"It's great having Sammy back, really great. It's just like old times but he got a taste of the "apple pie" life. He's not going to let that dream die so easily. I guess part of me is afraid he is going to leave again." He finally admitted to me.

Seems like Dean and I shared this fear. I didn't want Sam to just leave again either but he had Jessnow. Who knows what would happen when we found John. Sam had an even worse relationship than Dean did with their dad. I would only be a matter of time before Sam bookedit back to college.
Dean clenched his jaw in frustration. It looked like he was trying to keep his emotions at bay. I scooted over next to him and reached up to stroke his face. He was looking at me with a kind of intensity only he could and finally leaned down to kiss me. God, I would never get tired of this. Unlike the very first kiss we shared, this was one was hard and full of passion. I groaned as he pulled me tighter against him, his right hand resting in my hair.

"More." I whispered to him.

Without blinking an eye I suddenly found myself pinned underneath him. He groaned as I suddenly arched against him. I needed more, this was exactly the kind of release that I needed. Without another thought I reached up and pulled him back down to me, grabbing his lips in a kiss of my own. His found their way under my tank top and I shivered in anticipation. I let him have complete control over the situation. After the exhausting, emotionally draining last few hours I needed this.He needed this.
His mouth started kissing down my neck and I moaned as his lips made contact with the sensitive spot just below my ear. My hips bucked against his as he softly bit down. The things this man did to me. I had hand holding his head tightly to my body, the other gripped the leather seat in desperation. As Dean's kisses became lower and lower, my arousal for him grew.
He suddenly pulled away and I pouted up at him. A slow smirk spread across his face, the arousal gleaming in his green eyes.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart. We're just getting started." He told me.

With one fluid motion, he had his shirt off and I was left staring at the perfection that was Dean Winchester. I stared at him with a heated gaze. My thoughts about what happened earlier, completely gone. Right now I was focused one-hundred percent on the man in front of me.
He had me sit up as he slowly removed my shirt from body and then my bra. Gently, he laid me back down against the cool leather of the seat and softly caressed my left breast in his hand. I arched myself up into his touch and quietly moaned. It was almost surprising how gently he could be. He smiled softly down at me before taking my other breast in his mouth. His mouth was warm against my skin and I shivered from the contact. The hand that wasn't fondling my breast started playing with the button of my jeans and without very much trouble, unsnapped them in one try.
My entire body was aching with need. I had to have more. I felt Dean's chest rumble with silent laughter as I clutched him closer to me. Very slowly, I felt him remove my shorts and panties all in one go and I shivered from the sudden cold. It didn't last very long because Dean's mouth suddenly found its way to my most sensitive spot. I gasped as his tongue ran its way down through my folds. I was going to come completely undone if he didn't stop soon. It was obvious he had experience in this kind of thing. He knew all the right spots and the best motions to make with his tongue to get me to feel the full effect of what he was doing.
I felt him stop and hover back overtop of me and I almost cried out in desperation before realising what he was doing. He fumbled with the button of his jeans for only a second before kicking of his boots and sliding his jeans down his legs,along with his boxers. I felt him position himself between my legs before looking down at me.

"Tell me what you want babe." He demanded, his voice husky.

"You." I groaned.

With that, he finally slid his length into me and I moaned in satisfaction. Finally I thought to myself. Dean moaned and captured my lips in a heated kiss. My body was hot with desired and seem to burn at the places where our skin touched. Dean's grip on me was almost painful as his mouth moved back to my neck,this time sucking on it. He seemed pretty determined to leave a mark.
I arched my body into his as he continued to thrust into me, my moans becoming louder as my excitement grew. My vision suddenly blurred and I moaned his name, the tension leaving my body. At the same time Dean sped up and with one final thrust, he came inside me. It was a good thing I was on birth control. Dean groaned and collapsed on top of me as I lay there gasping for breath. It was then that I realised where were and I pushed him off me and grabbed my clothes from the backseat where Dean had thrown them. He chuckled as I struggled to get dressed.

"What's the rush sweetheart?" he asked me amusedly. I rolled my eyes at him.

"We just had sex in your car, in the middle of this road." I pointed out to him. He slid his pants back up and smirked at me.

"Yeah, I noticed." He smugly stated.

I shook my head by smiled fondly at him. We would have to get back to the house soon but right now, in this moment all that mattered was Dean and I and the classic rock playing in the background.