You walk out of the club, pulling your phone out of your purse. You walk down the block, and soon, you're walking with your heels in your hand. Your apartment wasn't too far away, but tonight it seemed a lot farther than usual. You were texting friend and walk past an alley, hearing some rustling, you stop and look around. "Hello?" You call out. It was probably just a mouse, or someone waiting to jump out and mug you. You start walking back down the street when you hear something again, this time it was louder and closer. You turn your phone off and look around again, as you slip it back into your purse. You turn down the alley way and reach for the small gun you had hidden in a holster around your thigh. You point it out and walk deeper into the alley. As a hunter, you never went anywhere without it. Suddenly you're pinned against the wall. "What's a girl like you doin' in a place like this?" A gruff voice asks that makes you smirk and relax. "Dean, you sonofabitch. Get off before I kill you." He presses his lips to yours and you press back, your hands moving up his chest. "Get...off." Finally you pull away, reaching for air. He does and steps back. You return the gun to its holster on your thigh and straighten your dress out. "You following me?" You smirk and smooth your hair. You finally get a good look at him as you stand up straight. He had perfect hair shaped at the top of his head. His chin lifted up, showing off his scruff and smirk. The corners of his teeth showing and his scruff scrunching up at the tip of his lips. He had a black button down shirt, the first few buttons undone, showing his smooth chest. His black, long, overcoat, collar popped, reaching down to his mid-thigh, and black pants that fit him just right, along with chunky black boots. He had a small chain swooping from his back pocket to his front belt loop. He slid his hands in his pockets as he looks at you and you bite your lip. "Maybe I am and maybe I'm not. Doesn't make a difference." He narrows his eyes a little at you. "Well it was nice to see you again Dean." You turn to walk out of the alley and he pins you to the wall again. "You really should stop doing that." He looks down to see your hand holding your gun against his chest. He bites his lip and looks up at you, and you tilt your eyes and raise your eyes at him. You return the gun back to its holster. "Dean I've gotta go home. I've got a case tomorrow..." He cuts you off by kissing your neck. "Why don't we catch up? Haven't seen you for a year..." You close your eyes and rest your forehead on his shoulder as he sucks your neck. "Dean..." His hands move to your hips and his pelvis pushes you against the wall, making sure you couldn't move. Your hands palm on his chest and ball his shirt in your fists. "Dean...please...I've got a case..." You manage to push him off and straighten your hair again. You turn to leave and turn around to look at him. He looks at you and pouts playfully. You roll your eyes and extend your hand to him. He smirks and takes it, and follows you home like a little puppy. You search for your keys in your purse, by the front door, while he snakes his arms around your waist and nuzzles his chin in your neck and kisses it. Your hand moves and rests on top of his around your waist, moaning a little as you pull out your keys and unlock the door. He pushes you in the apartment against the wall just inside the door. You drop your purse, keys, and heels as he shuts the door with his foot. You close your eyes as his pelvis pins you against the wall, and his arms move yours above your head. His lips suck and kiss your neck and collar and you tilt your head forward in response. "Dean..." You moan and he lifts your head with his fingers, meeting your eyes. "God I've missed you." He growls out, his voice low and scratchy. You smirk and tilt your head as you walk to your bedroom. "Didn't think I was that memorable." He bites his lip and runs after you, making you scream and run to your room. He throws himself in and tackles you into the bed. His legs straddle your thighs and his hands palm down on either side of your head, gripping the blankets. You look up at him and smile, sliding your hands down his chest. He leans down and kisses you hard as you push his jacket off him. He looms over you in his black button down shirt, the buttons screaming and ready to pop because of the tension. He sits up and you rip the buttons off and throw the shirt across the room, gliding your hands across his chest. You look at his shimmering chest and then lock eyes with him. "And you still have the same emerald green eyes I remember." You say and pull him down to you and kiss him hard, snaking your hands up and around his neck, playing with his hair. He sucks on your tongue and moans softly into your mouth. His hands move to your back and find the zipper to your dress. You bite your lip as he slides it down and slithers his hands up to your shoulders to push the straps off. He kisses your shoulders as he takes the straps off and soon the rest of the dress, leaving you on the bed in a bra and underwear. He looks down at the gun on your thigh and takes it off, setting it on the floor at the foot of your bed. He looks back at you and you shrug. "Can't be too careful." He smirks and spreads your legs with his knees. He leans down to kiss you and you fiddle with his belt, but his hands pin your arms above your head. "Dean..." He cuts you off by grinding his hips into you. He rolls his hips and you match the rhythm of his with your hips. You struggle to get your arms free of his grasp, but every time you move, his hold tightens. "Hold on baby girl..." He breathes by your ear. You close your eyes and moan softly as he grinds into you. He kisses and sucks on your neck and lets one hand hold your arms and the other palm your breast. Your breath hitches and he sits up, his lips brushing yours. He lets your hands go and they fly to his belt and fling it off. They undo the button on his pants and you slide your hand in and work them off. He steps out of his boots and then out of his pants. You rub the bulge under his boxers and he moans softly in response. His head goes to the crook of your neck as you stroke him and he breathes hot air on your neck. He slowly moves his hips with your hand and you kiss his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks. He rips your bra off and sucks on your breasts and pins your arms above your head again. You bite your lip and struggle, but his grip only gets tighter. You take a deep breath as one of his hands drags down your chest and stomach, stopping at the hem of your underwear. Your eyes meet as he dives his hand into your underwear, massaging your folds. You close your eyes and moan softly as his fingers work, tilting your head back. "Fuck...Dean..." He silences you by colliding his lips to yours. His tongue fights for dominance while his fingers make you hot and wet. You wrap your legs around his waist and flip him under you. He looks at you in surprise and you smirk back as his hand leaves from between your legs and you take you underwear off. He bites his lips in anticipation and you slide his boxers down. He lays his head down, watching you. You begin stroking him first slowly but suddenly building speed. He closes his eyes and throws his head back as he moans loudly. You move your hand hard and fast and he quickly comes. "Fuck y/n." He breathes out and you swallow. He flips you under him, landing on the floor with a loud thud. You stare up at him and you feel his cock between your legs, teasing you. "Dean...oh." You say and tilt your head back, your nails digging into his shoulders. You look him in the eye and pull his hair as he enters you hard. You whimper a little, but maintain eye contact. "I'm gonna make you scream and beg for more baby. I'm gonna make you sore." You kiss him hard. "Just shut up and fuck me then." You whisper in his ear. He smirks and thrusts into you hard and fast. You moan loudly and throw your head back as you search for air. He bucks into you and your nails draw blood while dragging on his back. His hands press your hips to the floor and your legs wrap around his waist. He gets deeper and deeper and finally you scream and pull at his hair. "Oh shit!" "Y/n!" He bellows back and pants against your neck. You kiss his neck softly, but loose the energy to. He was going to make you sore for the next week. "Fuck! Yes!" You scream again, which only makes him move faster and deeper. He moans long and loud as he comes. You hold your breath as you come as well and lay your head on the floor. You were weak and your throat was hoarse and dry. He pants, sitting on his hands and knees over you, hanging his head. You look at him and move your hands up and around his neck. He looks up at you, still panting, and smirks. "I missed you baby." He says, his voice scratchy and low. "I missed you too." He respond and pull him down and kiss him hard. "Ready for round two?" You breath out. His smirk grows. "Always."
