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A New Start - Part Six

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Dean was kissing me. Smoothly but hard all at the same time; devouring me.  Slowly, I began to melt into him, feeling the familiar pull of his hand on the small of my back coaxing me closer to him as our lips and tongues danced with each other. My hands found their way to his hips, feeling him relax into my touch and lean closer towards me.  His lips parted from mine as he began kissing his way down my neck, stopping at my collarbone to caress that ever-so-subtle dip of skin above it.  His lips felt so welcoming and warm. My uneven breathing grew deeper as I bent my neck and his kissing began to move down my sternum.

“I was on a job, what choice did I have?” Dean’s angry, defensive words rang in my head.  “It wasn’t like that and you know it.” Our last conversation was flooding back, pulling me out of the mindless lust I found myself in.  The look of his steely eyes staring at me as he told me what he’d done.  

“Dean, we can’t.” I panted.

“We can,” he said, his lips finding their way back up my neck.

“No, Dean. Stop.” My hands were on his abdomen now, pushing him away as gently but intently as I could. “Stop.”  

His hands fell away from me slowly, his fingertips lingering at my waist as he looked me in the eyes. I watched his jaw tense up as he swallowed hard; his breathing catching up and calming down.  

I pressed my palms into my eyes and drew my hands down to my cheeks.  “I can’t.” I paused. “I can’t-”

“You can’t what, Y/N? You can’t do this?”  He came ever so slightly closer to me.  “Come on, you can’t tell me you didn’t miss it.  Miss me.”  

I shook my head and let out an amused chuckle.  

“Cause I sure as hell missed you.” His voice held a tone of sincerity I’d rarely heard and I knew he was telling me the truth.

My eyes locked on his boots. The same logger boots with thick laces tied up high above his ankle. “I can’t stop picturing it.”  

“Stop talking and you won’t have to picture it. We can be recreating it.”  His hands were back on my waist as I shook my head again.

“No, Dean.  I can’t stop replaying that night in my head. You confirming. Me leaving.  And I just…” I took a deep breath.  “I can’t go through that again.  I won’t.  Knowing that you won’t be satisfied with just me?  Ever?  I can’t.” I attempted to walk around him, stepping to the side to gain some distance, but his strong hands pulled me back to him.

“I’ve thought about that day, and the days that lead up to it for three years now, Y/N.  And I wish I could change all of it.  Me being such a jerk, letting you leave, not running after you.  I was an idiot.”  

I smiled at him, resting my forehead against his own.  “I wish that were enough.”  

Dean pulled away from me, his expression confused. “I don’t…I don’t understand.” His blinked and I noticed the glassy sheen on his eyes.  The one that always appeared when he was moments from losing control of the feelings he’d been holding in. The same sheen that had turned to tears at so many times before.  

I took a deep breath and let it out quickly, knowing that what I had to say and his response to it could end the conversation as well as any hope of the intimacy that was taking place only seconds ago.  “You thought about changing me finding out.  My reaction.  Your reaction to my reaction.  But what about changing what you’d done before that?  What about regretting sleeping with her?”  

His face turned soft, his mouth slightly open as his glassy eyes quickly became teary eyes.  His tears fell slowly down his cheeks as he sniffed and looked up at the ceiling.  “Y/N…”  Hearing how breathless he was as my name passed his lips held me entranced. “I’d do anything to undo that night. To change all of it.  You?  You’re everything.  And I screwed it up.”  He looked back at me. “Son of a bitch, did I screw it up.  I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Do you hear me?”  I nodded slowly.  “You name it and I’ll do it.”

My heart was pounding so hard and so loudly. “I need a drink” I declared.  A smile played at the corner of his mouth. “I know just the thing.”  

Dean opened and closed three cabinets before finding the one with my liquor glasses and a bottle of Jameson. Grabbing two of the glasses, he set them on the table and poured.  “Drink up, cupcake” he said, holding his glass up to mine.  The obligatory clink of our glasses was followed by the slow burn of whiskey in my throat, warming me from the inside out.

“Thanks,” I almost whispered.  He nodded in response.  “Dean, I need to know why it happened. Or at least how. All I know is that it did.”  I wasn’t sure that it was my best idea. But surely knowing the details couldn’t make the situation any worse.  

“Y/N.” Dean again breathed my name as he poured us each another round.  “No.  It’s not important.”

“Well, so much for ‘I’ll do anything,’ then, huh?”  Irritation seeped its way into my words as I became less and less willing to control myself.

“Fine.  If you want to know, you can.” He tossed his drink back in one shot and swallowed hard. “We had split up. Sam and me.  We knew it was a Tunda but we didn’t know who it was or how to kill it.  None of the lore helped us with that.  Sam figured it was close enough to a Woman in White that we’d need to burn its bones or get it to consecrated ground. Thing is, we didn’t have a clue where it was. Just had the basics.”  I nodded, encouraging him to go on. “Sam went to the morgue to do some digging.  Try to find some clue as to where it was.  I stayed in the motel trying to get some research done.”  I raised my eyebrows skeptically. “What? I research.”  He poured another glass, took a deep breath and continued. “Around ten or so, there’s a knock at the motel room door.  I grab my gun, look out the window, and get a look at who it is. Open the door and let ‘em in.”  

“Wait, what?  You missed something there.  Why’d you let them in?”  

His eyes held mine again, his full glass in hand as he took a gulp.  “’Cause it was you.”

My mind raced.  How? What?  I knew a Tunda could shapeshift but this seemed unlikely.  “I know how it sounds.  But damnit, I swear to you it’s true.”

I considered his words. “Ok.”  

“Okay?  Okay like okay okay, or okay as in get the hell out of my house?”  

“Okay as in I’m still listening.” I sipped at my Jameson, patiently waiting to hear more.

Dean looked at me skeptically, but continued nonetheless. “I let them in the room. You know what happened from there.  Wasn’t until…Well until after that I noticed something was off.  Right about the time the thing jumped me, teeth bared and all. Sam came back around that time.  We ganked it and that was it.  Came home to you and the rest is…what it is I guess.”  

I downed the last half of my glass, refilling it just to shoot it back.  “Okay.”  

He sighed. “You gotta give me some other reaction to go on here, Y/N. You’re killin’ me.”  I picked my glass up and walked it over to the kitchen sink.  I set it down and felt Dean’s arms snaking their way around me, pulling me to turn around and face him. I hesitantly obliged.

“Say something. Please.” He implored me.

“I get it.  I still don’t like it.  I’m still not comfortable or happy.  But I get it.” He let out a breath of air at my words, pulling me to him and placing a kiss at my temple.  I breathed him in, savoring the scent of him.  He still smelled the same.  Pine, and sun, and freshly cut wood.  My head was swimming.  “Dean,” I moaned his name as if it were a lifeline reeling me home.

His lips were steadfastly on mine again, taking my breath away. His fingers ran through my hair, pulling my face closer to his, deepening the kiss and holding me captive.  His tongue touched my bottom lip, begging entry and I willingly obliged.  His scintillating mouth elicited feelings and sounds I hadn’t felt in years.  His fingers roamed my body from my hair to my neck, my back, sides, and every part of me yearned for him to be closer.

He deftly found the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, breaking the connection between our mouths for only a moment.  My body was vibrating as he wrapped his hands below my ass, grabbing my thighs and lifting me up until I was sitting on the counter of the kitchen. He pressed himself into me, allowing me to feel his excitement through only our clothes as a barrier.  A barrier that I desperately wanted to come down. My hands drifted down, unfastening his belt and making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.  I still had my uniform on, thankfully, as the restaurant approved skirt was easily pushed up to my hips by Dean’s demanding and powerful hands.  As soon as it was, I felt his fingers hooking into the elastic band of my panties and pull them down my legs until they dropped to the floor. It all felt so painstakingly slow and I desperately ached for him.  As if on cue, his arms wound around me, pulling himself into me as he lifted me from the counter and began lifting me up and down on top of him.  

The feeling was divine. Being filled by him again and the buildup of intensity that I knew would end the way it always had.  I cried out in pleasure; Dean moaned my name as if it were a prayer.  “The bed,” I told him. “Go to the bed.”  He walked across the room, never ceasing the movement of thrusting himself into me over and over.  He laid my back against the quilt and held me beneath him, his eyes locked with mine as he continued rhythmically carrying me over the metaphorical ledge.  “Oh fuck,” I whispered. Please,” I begged him, eager for my release. His lips found mine again as we orgasmed together.

We lay there together for minutes that seemed to pass in seconds while we caught our breath.  A bead of Dean’s sweat dripped down his arm that was holding himself up just barely above me, our chests pressed against one another. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his own in a gentle but passionate kiss.  “I love you, Y/N. Always have.” I smiled in return. “Come home?”

Part 7