doylefan22 (doylefan22) wrote,

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Supernatural Fic: Penance

See my previous post for all the details and the first part of it...

Dean had had his current dilemma six times already that day. Did he prefer locking eyes with her and seeing the passion and the want there whilst he was making her come with his tongue or did he prefer having his fingers inside her so he could cradle her body tight against his and kiss her whilst she shuddered next to him. To be honest despite repeated experiments he still hadn’t decided. Right now he was going with the latter again just for another test.

In a way he was exhausted but he was damned if he couldn’t get enough of her. It might be weeks or months before they got an opportunity like this again and he needed to get it all out of his system. He loved her, he loved making love to her and since it was one of the few pleasures he had in life at the moment he was going to make the most of it.

The phone ringing was an unwelcoming interruption and he cursed irritably under his breath.

“Hold that thought, baby,” he said with a playful grin, pulling his fingers from her and sucking them clean in his mouth before sitting up and picking the phone off the nightstand, checking the display.


Part of him groaned in disappointment. Didn’t the boy want to take all night? He couldn’t have finished with her already. Dean knew he was out of practice but still...

“Hey,” he said, opening the phone and shivering a little when Izzy pressed a kiss onto his shoulder and travelled her mouth up his neck to that spot she damn well knew made him tingle. He absently ran his free hand over her ass and up her back.

“Look Sammy,” he said, voice sounding distracted as he watched her move to straddle across him and begin to slide back down his body, “If this is about picking you up can it wait twenty minutes?”

He shuddered hard as she stroked her hand up his rigged cock that clearly wasn’t as worn out as the rest of him.

“Make that an hour,” he amended, swallowing firmly to make sure his voice didn’t come out as a groan, the fact that he could still taste her in his mouth not helping, “I’m a bit busy right now.”

It wasn’t exactly subtle but in that moment he didn’t care.

“Actually Dean I was going to ask, if it’s okay with you, can we give it a day or two?” Sam said, sounding distinctly uncertain of what Dean’s response might be, “I wanted to spend some more time with Sarah.”

Two extra days? Sounded like Dean’s idea of heaven.

Especially when she leant forward and ran her tongue over his cock, sucking him into her mouth. He bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut to stop himself crying out her name and platitudes about her skill.

“That’d be fine Sammy,” he said, voice tight and tense.

“Everything okay?” Sam asked, the confusion clear.

“Absolutely fucking fantastic,” Dean confirmed, his voice losing focus as she ran her tongue across his tip. Damn did she know how to work him.

Sam obviously got the wrong end of the stick and began to talk, explaining that it would only be a couple of days and that they could get on the road soon enough and straight back to work. He thought the break would be good for all of them. Dean was beginning to wonder if three days of this would kill him but if it did what a way to go.

Sam’s words were a bit of a blur as she moved in to kiss him. They became only white noise when he felt her grab his cock and slide herself down onto it.

“Jesus Christ...” he muttered, head lolling back, eyes squeezed tight shut whilst his free hand was on her hip begging her not to move or he’d lose it completely.

“What was that?” Sam asked, not having quite heard.

Since his original instinct to say ‘fuck off, Sammy’ and hang up wasn’t particularly fair, he forced his brain into remaining lucid for just a few more moments.

“Nothing. Just call me when you want to meet up. Bye.”

He snapped the phone shut and threw it across the room, both his hands wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer to him.

“Oh I’m sorry,” she said with a sweet innocence that belied the fact she was slowly riding him, “Were you on the phone?”

He ran his hands up into her long dark hair, pulling her face to his as he began to rock his hips up into her.

“You are so going to pay for that...” he mumbled between kisses.

She smiled.

“I damn well hope so.”


Sam chuckled as he closed the phone and shook his head in amusement. It was pretty clear that Dean had his hands full and a couple of extra days wouldn’t be a problem to him. There’s was no guarantee that he was going to be any fit state to work afterwards though.

His amusement turned to a pleasant smile as he felt Sarah move up behind him, naked and warm.

“Hey,” she said, lips smiling against his shoulder, “Was that your brother?”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod, “Looks like we’ll be staying in town for a couple of days.”

“A couple of days?” she asked, raising a playful eyebrow, “I guess that means we’ll have to think of a way of filling the time.”

Much later that night Sam couldn’t sleep but for the first time in a long time that wasn’t because of nightmares and it was a good thing. Even if he was exhausted. Damn girl was insatiable and the memory of it made his cock twitch even though he couldn’t possible manage anything right now. He just breathed deep, relaxing once more. He warmed at the way she was pressed so close to him, how he could just hold her in his arms and feel her gentle breath caressing his chest as she slept.

God was he falling in love with this girl.

And maybe, despite his fears, that was okay after all. Right now though he didn’t care if it wasn’t. For the next couple of days he was going to live in everybody else’s world and damn the consequences. Being happy was never without its risks but sometimes it was worth it.


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