Chapter Text
Louisville, Kentucky
I looked around the crowded bar as the smell of sweat, alcohol, and smoke infiltrated my nostrils. The soft ting of bottle and muffled conversations tickled my ears. I was seated by the soft green felt pool tables, sprinkled with dull colored balls. My gaze shifted around the room. Not much here. But then I saw a man wearing an earth toned green jacket and a black tee. He was about 6'1 with tousled sandy brown hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He looked around the table, his magnificently green eyes crinkled in concentration. He was searching for something. He put his elbows on the table and formed a perfect triangle.
"Damn." I said in surprise. I'd never seen anyone do anything like that before.
An extremely tall man on the opposite side rolled up his red plaid shirt to his elbows and took his stance. He eyed the triangle carefully, striking the cue ball dead center. The balls went in all different directions. He laughed while Green Eyes looked troubled.
I walked towards their table. "Winner takes on me," I said with a smirk, my hands on my hips. They both looked me up and down. The Plaid Giant turned down the corners of his lips and raised his eyebrows.
"I say deal." He said.
Green Eyes bit his lips and smiled. "I'll take you on."
"It's game then."
It was a close game, but the Plaid Giant eventually won. As Green Eyes set up the balls again, I dusted my stick. The Plaid Giant took his turn, knocking a majority of the balls into their holes.
As I went to take my stance, Green Eyes stopped me.
"No, no, no, no. See?" He said while positioning my fingers and placing his hands on my full hips. "Like this," he whispered into my ear.
"Hey! I call cheat!"
"Shat up, Sammy!"
I knocked the rest of the balls into their spaces, saving the 8 ball for last. I concentrated as I tapped the cue ball. It collided with the black 8 ball. Although, instead of going into the hole, it clipped the side of the table and hit Sammy in the face.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" I rushed to his side.
"I'm fine. Really." He mumbled as he attempted to staunch the bleeding. "I'm gunna go. Get some ice."
Green Eyes doubled over with laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"That," he chuckled, pointing over to Sammy. "Was freaking hilarious."
"Yeah, well, I doubt he thinks it's nearly as funny." I stuttered, my face flushing a light crimson.
"Oh trust me, Sammy has a nice big humour bone."
I laughed and took a swig of my beer.
"I'm Dean by the way." He said, shaking my hand.
"Dean. I'm Cassie."
"Whaddya say about me buying you another beer?"
"I say hop to it!!" And laughed. Dean smiled, his green eyes twinkling, creasing on both sides. It was almost breathtaking.
We walked up to the bar. The Plaid Giant was there holding bag of ice wrapped in paper towels to his face.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Trust me, I've had worse," he laughed.
Haven't we all, I thought.
"Well, I think I'm gunna go do some research over there. See ya later Dean. And nice to meet you..."
"Cassie."
"Cassie." He tilted his head. "I like it. Sounds... I don't know, familiar." He laughed again, looked at Dean then walked away.
"Wanna get outta here too?" Dean asked, biting his lower lip.
I looked him down. "Sounds like a plan," I smirked.
We walked out of the bar to the parking lot. Sitting there was the black '67 Chevrolet Impala that had caught my eye before. The black leather interior caressed the back of my thighs as I slid in.
"This is an absolutely beautiful car. 1967 Impala, right?"
He looked surprised. "Yeah! It has 327 Engine and a Four Barrel carburetor. It used to be my dad's." He slid his hand over, holding my thigh. I gasped and grabbed his leather jacket, pulling him closer to me.
Our lips crashed together. My hands trailed along his jaw, stroking the stubble there. In that moment, those quick few seconds of passion and breath and lips, I knew I needed him more than anything.
"Drive." I whispered.
He chuckled and started the engine.
***
When we got to the Midnight Motel, we quickly unbuckled and got out.
Dean and I busted through the door, our breath racing, our skin hot. Inside, he slammed me against the locked door, my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel him underneath me, making me even more excited.
His hands traveled from my ass, up my hips, pulling my black Led Zeppelin cutoff with it. He kissed my collar bone, my shoulders, my breasts, leaving little hickies in his trail. I leaned my head back and moaned.
With a growl, he lifted me from the wall to the queen size bed on the other side of the room.
I say on the side and grabbed his hips, kissing the exposed skin between his well-worn jeans and black tee. I don't even remember when his jacket came off. I kissed his belly button, bringing my hands up like he did and yanked his shirt off.
His muscles were perfectly coiled; nothing paperback worthy, but utterly human, real, and beautiful.
I pulled him down on too of me and kissed his broad shoulders. I bit his neck gingerly and he shivered sending heat down my spine, pooling in my groin.
He licked in between my breasts, my stomach, leaving a trail of coolness behind. Dean continued to unbutton my jeans and pull them off.
Using only his teeth.
I pulled him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He reached around to take off my bra but I pulled away.
"No sir," I said. "You're still wearing your pants." I ripped his jeans and boxers off in one swipe. When did his shoes disappear? Damn, he's good.
Dean's big boy stood happy and tall. I crawled on top of him, teasingly. With a flick of his wrist, my bra was off, the black mesh floating to the ground.
He flipped me around again, me on bottom. He tenderly cupped and kissed my C cup breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. I moaned, my back arching. I wanted him. No. I needed him.
"Please," I sighed.
He smiled deviously and kissed farther down. He pulled off my black lace boyshorts and spread my legs. He pushed my knees up and grinned devilishly at me.
The things Dean could do with that mouth! He licked and bit my inner thighs, pushed and twirled and sucked, teasing me until I couldn't take anymore. For gods sake, he was practically holding me down by my hips!
I growled. "Goddammit Dean, please! I need you!"
He gave one last agonizing suck before kissing me there and then on my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of myself. My back was lifting again. I would die if he didn't come inside me right there and then.
He leaned over to grab a red condom from the bedside table. He ripped open the package with his teeth and gently rolled it on the head of his penis, pinching the tip.
Dean held his incredible length, pushing it against my clit, outlining my vulva. I groaned.
He began to push his head into me. He rocked slowly, back and forth, going deeper with every movement. I filled my lungs with his musty scent as he pushed, my hips rising to meet his halfway.
When he was buried to his hilt, he paused and kissed me, long and deep, just like him.
Then he began to rock again. Faster and faster. Deeper, harder.
"Oh God!" I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head. I tangled my hands into his hair. He shifted and a shocking tingle waved through my body with each push.
"Oh my God, Dean! you feel so fucking amaz-uh!" I grunted.
He bent down and bit my earlobe, kissing my neck, sucking on the hollow of my collarbone.
I could feel it building up in me. My muscles tensed up and a tidal wave of pleasure and intense color crashed through me.
"Ah-uh-uh-mm. Oh fuck!" I fell against the bed. I knew he wasn't done yet, so I rolled him over, me on top. I took control.
I was still sensitive so it felt amazing. Deans hands were everywhere: cupping and brushing my nipples, running down my curves, squeezing my ass.
With one hand, he began making tiny circles over my clit, causing ripples of pleasure throughout my body.
I felt him tensing up, his eyebrows drawing together, breath coming faster through his teeth. I moved my hips more, pushed harder, squeezed my pelvic muscles tighter.
And we both came at the same time. It was intense. We yelled and grabbed at each other. After a few more pushes, we later on top of each other, still connected. I could feel his heartbeat inside of me, pounding in my very core. His stubble tickled my cheek and made me laugh.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked, his smile audible in his voice.
"I just had the best orgasm of my entire life and I don't even know your last name."
He searched my eyes. "Winchester." He mumbled against my lips.
I kissed him back and moaned lightly as he pulled out. I smiled. We both fell asleep quickly after that.