WARNING: SMUT ;)
"How the hell did you know all those art facts back there, Sam?" I asked. "I mean, I know your smart, but there has to be something you don't know stuff about."
Sam chuckled as we walked to the door to our motel room, "I took an art history course as a general education course my freshman year."
"Of course you did," Dean teased.
"I couldn't help but notice how much Sarah appreciated that knowledge," I started to tease.
Sam pushed the door open and threw his bag on the bed closest to the door, and complained, "Not this again. Come on, guys!"
I chuckled but stopped as I entered the room, "Oh my god. Have we stepped into the seventies?"
The walls were checkered black and white, and there was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling right above the door. I looked around in disgust before setting my bags on the bed closest to the bathroom, "I mean, even the beds are black and white. This is not helping the headache."
"You still have a headache?" Dean asked.
I looked over to him in annoyance, "Of course, I still have a headache. We've only been up for about an hour."
Dean rolled his eyes before throwing me a bottle of Advil. I quickly took two before chugging a cup of water.
"Now, what are these Providences?" Dean asked as I started to pull a clean set of clothes out of my bag.
"No, no Provenance. It's a certificate of origin. We can use them to track the history of the pieces," Sam explained.
"Well, jackass isn't gonna give up any information, but Sarah...." I said, smirking towards Sam.
"Maybe, you can get her to write it down on a cocktail napkin," Sam shot back.
I smirked at him and said, "I bet I could. I do have more game than you."
Dean fidgeted in his spot and said, "Now that would be something I'd love to see."
I scoffed at him, rolling my eyes before I stared at Sam, "Seriously, she is into you. She didn't even acknowledge Dean and I's existence."
"So, you want me to use her for information?" Sam asked, sounding irritated.
"Yes, and no. I mean, yes, try and get the information out of her, but come on. Maybe you should start dating again or something. At least get laid. You're starting to get more uptight than usual," I explained.
Sam glared at me while Dean just chuckled as he grabbed one of the complimentary beers from the fridge.
"She's right. Just call her Sam," Dean said, handing him his phone.
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"Well, that was amusing to witness. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence," I giggled as I stepped out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel. Dean chuckled as he continued to stare at the ceiling from the bed in just his boxers. I smiled softly at the man for a second before sauntering to the bed and sitting next to him, "Thank you for being so patient with me, Dean."
Dean tilted his head up towards me and smiled at me, "Of course. I love you."
"I know, and I know with everything that has happened the past couple of months, I'm starting to feel like myself again, and that is all thanks to you. Who knows where I would be if you weren't in my life," I said, looking down sadly.
Dean lifted his hand to my cheek and gently caressed it as he sat up, "And, you'll never have to find out because I made a promise, and I intend on keeping it."
I smirked at him and teased, "As sweet as that was, you were supposed to say how strong I am or some cheesy thing like that."
Dean chuckled and said, "Shut up and kiss me."
"Okay," I muttered as I leaned in, and we shared a softly, gentle kiss. "I love you, Dean."
"I love you, Devyn," Dean said as he leaned in to kiss me again.
I pulled away and smiled widely at the man next to me, "As much as I would love to have sex right now, I don't think my body could handle another round so soon."
Dean leaned his head down as he chuckled, "We are just gonna have to work on that endurance of yours again." Dean wrapped his arms around my torso and laid me down on the bed, leaning over me. I squealed and then started to giggle as he began to grace my body with kisses. " Don't worry. I'll be gentle. I know your still not at one hundred percent yet."
I looked up at my boyfriend lovingly before grabbing his face and sharing a long passionate kiss as he started to peel our pants off. Dean and I continued to kiss passionately as he lightly grazed his head over my sensitive nub and to my entrance. I let out a sharp gasp from the feeling and bucked my hips up.
"Easy now, sweetheart," Dean cooed, and I blushed at the way his voice rasped in my ear. He nibbled at my ear lobe before biting down my neck, and I felt his hand snake down my body. I moaned out in pleasure as his fingers found my clit. "That's it, baby."
I spread my legs a little more so it was easier for Dean to move, and I leaned my head back, so he had more access to my neck. He moaned into my neck, and my legs started to tighten up. My breath was coming in short pants as I felt that familiar build-up as Dean worked his magic with his fingers.
"Oh, yes!" I moaned out as I grew closer to reaching my peak.
Just as I was about to climax, Dean removed his hand, and I whined at the loss of contact. "Not yet, sweetheart," Dean grunted as he slowly entered me. I let out a long deep moan, and he spread me open. My eyes rolled backward, and my back arched upwards.
Dean wrapped an arm under my back and used the other hand to caress my face. I opened my eyes and noticed him admiring me, causing me to blush. I smiled softly up at him as he confessed his love for me, yet again tonight. He pulled out just as slowly as he entered, and I couldn't help but respond the same way I did as he entered.
My legs started to shake with anticipation, and my clit throbbed, begging to be touched. I whimpered as he continued with the slow pace. Dean started to move slightly faster, but not much, and he brought his hand back down to my clit.
"Ah, oh... pl-please, Dean," I begged as he tortured me with this slow pace.
"Sweetheart, I want this to last," Dean mumbled into my neck.
I gasped as he rammed into me a little rougher. I felt him twitch inside me and knew this place was starting to get to him too. I gasped as he pressed harder on my nub, and he began to thrust quicker. I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping him closer, feeling him hit inside me deeper.
I started to feel that familiar build again, and I knew it wouldn't be long until I finished. By the way, Dean was breathing I could tell he was getting close too. I gripped his hair with my hand and brought his face back to mine as we started to kiss again. There wasn't much kissing happening, though, as we were both practically moaning into each other's mouths.
"I-I'm so- ah!" I tried to get out, but he thrust hard into me, stopping my sentence.
"I know, sweetheart, so am I," Dean moaned.
His thrusts started to grow frantic and sloppy, and my body continued to shake until we both came at the same time. Dean practically collapsed on top of me, and we stayed like that until we caught our breath.
Dean lifted himself back up and grinned down at me before kissing me one last time before pulling himself out of me and cleaning himself up. I sat up and practically wobbled to the bathroom to pee.
When I came back out, Sam was now in the room sitting at the small table showing Dean some papers.
I smirked at Sam and asked, "So... how'd the date go?"
Sam looked over to me and smirked, "Pretty well, how was your time alone with Dean?"
I chuckled and said, "Definitely better than our time alone in the car." Sam made a weird noise and looked to the ground, embarrassed. I chuckled and asked, "So, she gave you the stuff we needed?"
Sam cleared his throat and answered, "Yes. We went back to her place, and she gave me what we needed."
I raised my eyebrows and shared a mischievous look with Dean as I asked, "Ooh... you went back to her place, huh?"
"Oh, not all of us are horny all the time like you two. Get your head out of the gutter," Sam shot back.
I rolled my eyes at the boy, and Dean said, "You know we could stay here for a little bit once this job is done."
I looked at Dean, shocked but nodded in agreement, but Sam shot the idea down as he flipped through the papers in his hands.
"Okay, I think I got something here," He said, changing the subject. Dean and I both made our way toward him, and he handed the papers to Dean.
"The portrait of the Isaiah family, painted in 1910," Dean read.
I quickly grabbed the papers and started to read the names of all the previous owners, "They are the same."
"Yup, the same names as in dad's journal," Sam said, handing the journal to Dean.
"So, I wasn't super hungover this morning," I mumbled to myself.
Dean looked up at me from the journal and said, "I knew something more was up than you just being hungover."
"So what do you think? Is it haunted or cursed?" Sam asked.
"Either way, it's toast," Dean said, grabbing his lighter.
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"Okay, you guys go ahead and get that ugly ass painting, and I'll wait out here and keep watch," I said as we parked near the auction house.
Dean looked back at me with concern, "Are you okay? Why don't you want to come with me?"
"Oh, I'm fine. I don't want to make my ankle all messed up again jumping over that gate. Don't worry, I'm fine." I assured him with a small smile.
Dean smiled back, "Okay, good idea. We will be back with the painting shortly. Get the stuff ready while we are gone to burn it."
I nodded as they took off towards the gate, and I made my way to the trunk getting everything we needed. I heard a grunt and saw that Sam landed not so gracefully on the other side of the gate and giggled to myself.
A few moments later, they came back out with the painting and sat it down on the area I cleared to burn it. I looked at it but didn't feel anything. I furrowed my brows and asked, "Where is the frame?"
"It's still inside. We got the painting. Let's burn it," Dean said as he placed it on the ground, "We are doing the art world a favor."
I nodded but couldn't help but feel like this wasn't over as I saw the painting burn away.