A/N: So a lot of you have requested for me to do a smut chapter. I'm not exactly 100% comfortable or qualified with writing that so I've compromised. It's basically just hot and heavy fluff, maybe a bit of smutty stuff. And I still want to put that warning out there because I'm sure there are some who still don't feel comfortable with that. If you are uncomfortable with the topic of intimacy, you can skip this chapter. It won't much affect the next chapter. Next chapter will still make sense if you don't read this one :)
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You didn't know how long you were sleeping on Dean's shoulder, but the next time you opened your eyes, his hand was warm and resting on your upper thigh. You stretched out and groaned, causing Dean to pull his hand back as if he'd touched something hot.
"How much longer?" you asked in your raspy, tired voice.
"Not too long."
Dean kept his eyes expertly trained on the road. Was he really worried that you would be upset at him for his hand being on your thigh? You didn't want him to think that for a second longer so you slid your hand across the rough material of his jeans and let your hand rest high on his bowlegs.
You mustered up the most sultry voice you could manage and said, "You know, you didn't have to move your hand when I woke up."
Dean laughed low and quiet, and you moved your hand even further up his leg. "Are you trying to make me wreck?" he questioned with a smile in his voice.
"I'm trying to make you see how much I want you. I don't care if you think I deserve more. I really won't mind if it's in the backseat, in a field, heck...Dean I..." you paused and looked around in the darkness as if it would tell you whether or not you should shut up. "I love you. It could be anywhere."
Part of you felt a little slutty asking him so directly and insistently. It wasn't like you only wanted to be with Dean for the sex. There were a lot of reasons that were sometimes too abstract to make your mind put into words. Sure, Dean was attractive, sexy even. And you were almost certain a night with him would be unforgettable, but that wasn't all you cared about, and you didn't want him to think you did.
"I'm sorry," you muttered. "I'm being pushy."
The car slowed at a stop light and Dean craned his head down and his lips brushed against your ear when he said, "Three minutes. I'll have you in the bunker and you won't be the pushy one anymore sweetheart."
Your heart raced in anticipation and it was hard not to squirm in your seat to ease the tension building up in your core. You could feel the tension in Dean's body too as the thought of later activities filled both of your minds.
In a tortuously long span of four minutes, the Impala was finally parked and your breathing became erratic as Dean walked you inside. Perhaps this was a bad idea. After all that time in the car, and then after the transition from the car to the bunker, the mood seemed to be a little squashed.
"Maybe--"
Your sentence got lost in Dean's mouth as he crashed his lips into yours. His hands didn't hesitate to roam over your body. Your earlier feelings of the mood being gone quickly vanished and you started to carefully slide you jacket off without breaking full contact with Dean. You moaned when his tongue licked your bottom lip and entered your mouth and your jacket fell to a forgotten heap behind you.
You needed to be closer to him, so your arms wrapped around his neck as one of his hands held tightly onto your hip while his other slid to your back and held you close against his body. Neither one of you intended letting go of the other. The hem of your shirt became tousled in the kissing and Dean's hand was flush against your hot skin. Another sound of pleasure left you.
Dean stepped back, but his hands never left your body. The two of you stared longingly at one another. You smiled a goofy grin and quickly hid your face in your hands. Dean laughed and started to tug on your wrists.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
You shook your head, and then buried it in the crook of Dean's neck. He wrapped his arms around you and held you gently. "I'm just having that hard to express happy feeling again," you said.
He kissed the top of your head. "How about we take advantage of that happy feeling and go to my room," he suggested.
"Okay."
Dean tugged you into his side and kept his hand low on your back, and it only traveled lower as you became closer to his room. Once his door latched and you both stood in the dim lighting, Dean touched his lips tenderly against your neck. You tugged on the hem of his shirt and hopped he would get the idea.
As he started out of his shirt, you began to take off yours. Before you had the hem of your shirt halfway up your torso, Dean touched your hands to stall you. "May I?" he asked. You nodded and bit your lip as you took in his bare chest in front of you. He was beautiful, something of a fantasy.
Dean's knuckles graced against your skin and caused goosebumps to cover you. When Dean lifted the shirt completely over your head and tossed it to the ground, a shiver ran through your spine.
"Are you okay?"
"Never better," you answered breathlessly, helping him remove your bra. He stepped back and took in your half naked body.
He let out a deep breath that seemed to be masking a more animalistic sound. "You're so freaking beautiful."
Before Dean had the chance to hungrily kiss any part of you again, you pulled him in your arms and placed open kisses on his neck, sucking gently on the warm skin. He was groaning and you could feel him hard against you while his fingers dug into your bare skin. It was like someone else had taken over his body as he threw his head back.
You quit paying so much attention to his neck and dragged your nails across his muscular chest and sculpted stomach. Your fingers slid into the waist band of his pants and hesitated, waiting for his answer.
His calloused hunter's hands held your wrists and brought them around his neck. He touched his forehead to yours.
"What's the rush, sweetheart?" he smirked and it drove you so insane you moaned. "Do you like it when I make you wait for it?"
"Dean, please," you whimpered. "I think the weeks we've waited is plenty."
He cupped your jaw and kissed you, your back arching to deepen the kiss. He began walking you backwards until you felt the bed behind your knees and fell backwards. Dean's kisses went from your lips to your jaw, but he didn't stop there. He kissed every inch of your bare skin, paying special attention to your breasts. You couldn't help but thrust your hips into him with each new kiss.
He worked his way down, and before you knew it, both of you were completely naked and exposed to one another. The two of you seemed to drink each other in. And you thought he looked like he was from some sort of fantasy before...
Dean laid next to you on the bed and slowly climbed on top of you, keeping his palms flat against the firm mattress that was covered with a less than plush comforter.
"You're sure about this?" he asked you, not wanting to take advantage of you in any way, even though that's all you wanted.
You touch his cheek and rested your hand behind his neck, gnawing on your lip. "If we do this, I'm not just another 'Night Moves' girl, am I?"
He chuckled and closed the distance to your lips. "Never."
The rest of the night was filled with a wonderful mixture of gentleness and rough actions. Loving words and loud screams. It was more than anything you had ever hoped for with Dean. It made every other guy you had ever been with melt away like they didn't even exist.
Everything seemed to fade away and all that mattered was right there and then, Dean and you. For the first time in a long time, you were filled to the top with a feeling more intense than ecstasy. If you didn't know any better, you would say you were truly in love.
A/N: So yeah...This is a confusing mixture of fluffy smut and I don't even know what to call it...but I hope you enjoyed it!