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You had just moved to a new town, and weird things were already happening. For example, two men had stopped you in the police station, and somehow knew what had happened to your father recently. He had died, circumstances unknown. one of them was tall, and somewhat skinnier than who really caught your eye. ''Uh, name's Dean. This is my brother, Sam.'' He said, flashing a very charming grin at you. You smiled politely in return. ''Mm. And how would I be of help, with my dead dad?'' You asked rhetorically. You figured the two were bullshitting, with what they were talking about. Ghosts? Spirits? Who were these guys? After thoroughly convincing you, and Sam likely manipulating you, you gave in. ''Fine. I'll even help you guys look for things.'' Dean grinned that same grin, nodding as the three of you headed out.
L A T E R (5 DAYS?)
''I can't think of any reason why my dad would be a vengeful spirit.'' You sighed, looking down at Dean who was strewn lazily across your couch. ''Dean. Are you listening?'' He jerked up suddenly, nodding frantically. ''Yeah, yeah.'' You groaned, walking even closer to him, near backing him against the couch. He got a bit red as you closed on him, maybe even sweating a bit. ''Don't get lazy here.'' You said as you sat on the mans lap. Now that you saw him up close, god was he hot. Eyelashes that seemed to flutter like an angels wings, or his pinkish lips. Sam had gone long ago, presumably to go to sleep. You were never one to explore your sexuality, but as of now you were sure you were gay. ''Oh. uh, alright.'' He attempted to laugh it off, but it was hard when you were still so close to him. You put a finger to his bottom lip, noting that his breath was pungent with the smell of cigarettes and, if you weren't mistaken, a little bit of alcohol. ''Agh...unh...'' He swiped your hand away from his lip after struggling for a while, spit now trailing from his mouth. ''Jesus, might as well waive around a rainbow flag...'' He muttered. That made you chuckle. ''Dean.'' He looked straight into your eyes, then immediately closed his as you put your lips to his. It seemed as if you both wanted that, as he quickly reciprocated, breathing heavily as your tongue pried into his mouth. His hands rid up your shirt, smoothly taking it off as you now reached for his belt buckle. It all happened so fast, heat of the moment consuming you as fast as possible. ''Wait, wait.'' He stopped you. ''I...I don't have a condom.'' He said. You smiled. ''Well, good thing I have one.'' He stopped you once again. ''That wouldn't fit me.'' He scoffed. Your smile only even grew bigger, though. ''It's for me. Relax.'' Dean stammered something that you couldn't quite decipher as you pushed him down, his back arching perfectly and face squished against the soft cushion of the couch. His pants were now finally off, and all you needed to do was cash in on your prize. Something stopped you. ''Dean?'' You smirked, the pair of pink panties staring back at you awkwardly. ''Don't mention it..'' You could hear his voice, muffled. After giggling a bit, you ever so slowly took them off. His ass was perfect, as expected. And you wasted no time.
Your cock rammed deep into him, and oh did you enjoy it. You could hear muffled whimpers as you set a brutal pace, in and out. You groaned softly as his hole clenched around you, which you guessed was good. ''Show me that pretty face, will you?'' You turned his face over, watching his expressions as you continued to fuck into him mercilessly. ''Fuck...fuck, please...'' He whimpered as he neared his own climax. ''Go on.'' You whispered in his ear, sending tingles up his spine and eventually letting him come. Shortly after, you came outside onto his ass. ''You're damn good...'' He huffed, getting up slowly with a crack of his back.