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Part 6 - Pent Up
It was thrilling at first. The sneaking around. Hidden glances and stolen kisses. Tiptoeing through the halls to get to each other’s bedrooms, or shared showers undetected. Like an exciting game of cat and mouse.
But now that a few months have passed since you started this secret relationship it's starting to wear on both of you. You both very much still want what you have. It’s just the lying and the secrets are starting to grow tiring. The don’t tell Sammy rule.
And you’re pretty sure Dean’s fed up to his limit with your fake relationship status with Jack. Seeing you pretend to be happy with the young Nephilum when it should be him is grating on his last nerve.
None of these things though have stopped you from overly teasing Dean. You’re such an asshole, you admit it. He just makes the teasing too easy and so much fun.
Which is exactly what you’re doing to him right now from the back seat of the Impala. You and your brothers are on the way to a fancy charity auction where a cursed object just happens to be up for bid.
Some guy unknowingly gave away a bunch of cursed objects from his grandfather’s estate. Having no clue what they were. There’s two left to round up. Cas and Jack are enroute to the other object. You were supposed to go with them, but Dean protested against it very, very explicitly.
Since this fancy action calls for formal attire only Dean and Sam are both adorning their best tuxedos. While you have on a sleek black dress. Dean’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw you walk out of the bathroom in the motel after changing.
You positioned yourself just right in the backseat so that Dean could look at you in the rearview mirror. Ever so slowly you’ve been slipping your dress up higher and higher and spreading your legs wider and wider.
Dean casually adjusted the mirror a couple times, but you could tell the moment he realized that you had no panties on. He nearly swerved into oncoming traffic. Sam gave him a bitch face and asked him if he’d been drinking already.
Now Dean is white knuckling it. You’re pretty sure the steering wheel is going to snap if he holds it any tighter. He lets out a long exhale when you finally reach the location of the auction. Like he had been holding his breath the entire drive.
He quickly throws Baby in park and is first to jump out. His slack readjustment doesn’t go unnoticed by you. And to boot he throws you a heated warning glare when you climb out of the car. “Let’s get this over with.” He huffs.
“You okay Dean?” Sam frowns looking at Dean over the top of Baby. “You seem tense tonight.”
“M’fine.” Dean grunts back.
Inside the auction your brothers had agreed to part ways to split up the search for the cursed object. You have your arm looped through Dean’s like he’s your date. He’s got a firm hold on you. When Sam goes to try and take you, likely thinking to save you from your older brother’s mood. Dean pulls you tighter and nearly hisses. “She’s staying with me.” His voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
Not the place for a discussion Sam just raises his eyebrows curiously. He throws you an apologetic look before relenting and takes off in his designated direction.
Dean walks you through a sea of people and out to a dancefloor. That way you guys can spin around and get a good view of the room. Dean pulls you flush against him as the music plays. His lips are right next to your ear and you can feel the waves of pent up frustration he’s exerting. “You are in so much trouble for that stunt in the car.” He growls.
“I was just having a little fun.” You whisper back innocently. Even though there is absolutely nothing innocent about you.
“Just wait until I get you alone.” He warns. “We’ve been on this damn job scavenging for these cursed objects for two weeks. That’s two fucking weeks I haven’t been able to touch you.” His breath is shaky like he’s trying to stop himself from just mounting you here and now. His hand on your waist starts squeezing you tighter.
You grumble under your breath hearing how many days it's been out loud. “Sam is the greatest cock block that ever cock blocked and he doesn’t even know it.”
“I agree with you there.” He hums, breathing in deep, taking in your scent. “Why did you have to put the perfume on? You know what it does to me.”
“Ya, well, do you have any idea what you in a tux does to me?” You retort back.You wanted to jump him the moment you saw him.
Dean’s cell phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He keeps one hand on your waist while he digs out his phone. “I guess saying his name three times summons the cock blocker.” He mutters sarcastically before answering Sam’s call. “Ya, what?”
“Really Dean?” Sam sighs. “Whatever, I guess Cas and Jack need some back up. I found our object on the second floor, back room. You two should be able to get it pretty easily while I go help Cas.”
“Sounds like the opening line to a bad joke. How many angels does it take to retrieve a cursed object?” Dean quips. “So you’re ditching us then?”
“Well, had you let (Y/N) go with them this probably wouldn’t be happening. But here we are.” Sam grumbles back. “I’ll meet you back at the motel.”
“Ya, ya, bye.” Dean hangs up on Sam and tucks the phone back in his pocket. “Let’s do this, so I can do you.”
You and Dean are pretty quick when it comes to lock picking. But this had to be record timing. The two of you were in and out of the locked storage room in under two minutes.
Dean’s holding your hand, his fingers laced with yours as he practically drags you across the street behind the empty building where he had stashed the Impala from plain sight.
He dumps the cursed object in the trunk. Then quickly lifts you up, setting you on top of the trunk. He spreads your legs with his larger frame, his hand goes to the back of your neck as he pulls your lips to his for a bruising kiss.
You’ve managed some stolen heated kisses over the last two weeks. But this one is full of more than just heat. It’s longing, it's desire, it's everything he feels for you.
His rough and calloused hands find your bare legs and push your dress up higher. A rush of cool air reaches your core making you shiver. Dean smiles and bites at your bottom lip remembering that you were without panties. “You’re a naughty girl for this.” He says with his hand cupping your sex.
“I know.” You grin, tugging at the bow tie around his neck to untie it. “Hmm, this is giving me ideas. Can I try tying you up with this when we get back home?”
“Ooh, kinky.” He laughs between kisses he’s placing along your neck and shoulder. “Am I going to need a safeword?”
“Hmm, maybe.” You hum, while impatiently reaching for his belt.
“You’re getting a pounding.” He warns, while swatting your hands away to do it himself. “You’ve been a bad girl. Let’s see you walk straight, when I’m done with you.”
“Promises, promises.” You tease, trying to goad him. It makes the sex all that much hotter when he wound up.
He shuts you right up though when he shoves his cock inside you in one swift fluid motion. Completely to the hilt like he’s trying to impale you. “You were saying?” He growls, nipping at your neck.
“Fuck me Dean.”
He crashes his lips against yours, kissing you with fervor. Then his hands go to your exposed hips, tilting you at the angle he wants you. You moan against his lips when he’s somehow able to go deeper.
“What in the fuck are you two doing?”
You and Dean instantly freeze at the sound of a third voice. Like maybe if you don’t move they somehow can’t really see you. Your eyes flicker over Dean’s shoulder and you see your other brother.
Sam.