4 comments/ 24648 views/ 19 favorites Supernatural: Discoveries Ch. 01 By: plaything69 Author's Note: This story is based upon the TV show Supernatural and its characters, Dean and Sam Winchester, all of which belong to Eric Kripke and the CW network. There is a plot so most of the sex doesn't occur until part 2, but I think the wait is worth it. The story can easily continue if people like it, so please let me know. Dean Winchester knocked back his third tequila shot in one smooth swallow, savoring the burn as the fiery liquid slid down his throat. He checked his watch again, wondering where the hell Sam was. His younger brother, better at the book shit than he was, had driven to the next town to do research on the demon they were hunting. Dean had stayed behind to learn everything he could locally about the rash of gruesome murders that had been happening in the area. Of course he'd finished doing that over two hours ago and was now stuck in this dive with nothing to do but drink – which really wasn't a bad thing when he thought about it. Turning his back to the bar and leaning against it, he scanned the room with his piercing green eyes. The place was dead, with only a few tables and barstools occupied. There wasn't a hot girl there, which really pissed him off since he was horny as hell and really needed to get laid. If he had to clean his own pipes one more night he was not going to be happy. He was just completing his bored survey of the room when he stopped cold. In the back, bending over a pool table to line up her next shot was the most smokin' hot babe he had ever seen. A mane of long blonde hair spilled over her shoulder until she tossed it behind her with an impatient flick of her head. He couldn't see her face clearly from this distance but got an impression of high cheekbones and a refined jaw. He watched as she caught her full lower lip between her teeth in concentration. His eyes slid down her slender neck to a pair of full tits that were falling out of her tight, black tank top as she leaned over the table. His gaze continued down her body to stop at what he thought was a perfect ass – firm but shapely. After lingering on that particular part of her anatomy for a minute or two, he almost reluctantly finished his perusal down her long, jean-clad legs to her high-heel black boots. He felt his throat and his balls tighten in response, and he knew that he had to have her. As she sank the ball and moved around the table to make her next shot, he got a vivid mental picture of standing behind her and bending her over that pool table, naked. He imagined filling his hands with her round ass cheeks and sinking his big cock into her hot, wet pussy, fucking her so hard her luscious tits rubbed roughly against the green felt. His dick hardened just thinking about it, and he had to forcibly get himself under control. He shook his head slightly as if to clear it. As hot as she was, he couldn't believe how immediate and intense his reaction had been. He ordered another tequila and downed it in a quick gulp to steady his nerves, then scowled. "C'mon, Dean," he thought to himself, "get a grip. It's not like she's the first chick you've ever picked up in a bar." He started walking casually towards the pool table, watching as she sank the eight ball and stood up with a smile. Her rival groaned and handed her fifty bucks. "Thanks," she said. "How 'bout another game? Double or nothing." The guy she'd just beaten glared at her and said, "Yeah, right," before stalking away. She shrugged and shoved the money into her front pocket. "Oh, well. Can't blame a girl for trying." Dean stopped a few feet away and said, "I'll take that bet." When she turned to see who'd challenged her, his heart skipped a beat as the full impact of her beauty hit him square in the gut. She wore hardly any makeup, just some mascara on impossibly long lashes and wine-colored gloss on her mouth, but she was breathtaking. Her oval face held large, almond-shaped eyes that were green like his, but a few shades darker. A straight, aristocratic nose sat above a wide mouth with full lips that begged to be kissed. He couldn't stop himself from imagining how those pouting lips would look and feel around his dick but pushed the thought away when it began to throb again. Her tits were so high and firm he knew they had to be fake, not that it really mattered. Her tiny top and low-ride jeans revealed a flat stomach with well-toned abs. A tiny waist flared out to curvy hips that tapered back down slender thighs. She was without a doubt the most sexiest woman Dean had ever seen and he wanted her, badly. But he wasn't about to let her know that, not until he got her into his bed anyway. He smiled his most charming, sexy smile, inclined his head in the direction that her recent opponent had gone and said, "Some guys are such sore losers." Her emerald eyes sparkled with amusement. "And are you," she smiled, revealing perfect, white teeth, "a sore loser?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I rarely lose." She grinned even wider. "I guess we'll find out soon, won't we?" He walked closer and looked down at her, because even with heels she was still several inches shorter than him. "And what makes you so sure you're going to beat me?" She tilted her head back to gaze up into his eyes. "I'm very good." He inclined his head forward slightly and saw in her eyes that, for a split second, she had thought he was going to kiss her. And was disappointed when he didn't. He smiled to himself and replied, "So am I." They stared at each other until the sexual tension between them became palpable. It quickly turned into a contest of wills because neither of them wanted to back down, but she finally broke the powerful connection by picking up her pool cue. She did it casually, but he knew she had felt the electricity just as much as he had. Hell, the air had practically sizzled. He knew right then that she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her. She moved away to put some quarters in the pool table to start a new game. "Wanna flip for break?" Dean took off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of a nearby chair, then grabbed a pool cue from the wall. "You can break," he said and started racking the balls. He wasn't trying to be a gentleman with the offer. He just wanted to see how good she really was and watching someone break gave him a good indication of the person's skills. That and he just wanted to see that gorgeous ass bent over the table again. She chalked her cue and lined up her first shot, again having to toss her hair behind her shoulder. "Bloody hair," he heard her mutter to herself. He personally thought her hair was as magnificent as the rest of her. Reaching to almost the middle of her back, the thick, honey-colored mane was streaked with lighter blonde strands, making it look like she spent a lot of time in the sun or a good hair salon. Dean's fingers curled as he envisioned wrapping handfuls of it around his fists to hold her head in place while he fucked her red, wet mouth with his cock. Or seeing it tumble around her shoulders as she rode him wildly, her body convulsing uncontrollably as she came again and again. He was jerked back to reality with a loud crack as the cue ball broke the other balls apart, scattering them around the table and sinking two low balls. He saw her small, smug smile as she walked around the table considering her next move. He was impressed; she knew what she was doing. His admiration however soon turned to worry as she quickly sank one ball, then another. She was really good. He mentally shook himself to clear the lewd images from his brain and get his focus back on the game. Dean was starting to think he wouldn't even get a chance to play when she finally missed a bank shot and he sighed silently with relief. He chalked his pool cue as he assessed the remaining balls on the table; he still had all seven while she had only two. He gave her a cocky grin. "Let's see if I can even this up a little." Dean bent over the table to make his first shot, which he sank with ease. He felt her eyes follow him as he moved around the table sinking ball after ball. As the fifth ball dropped into the side pocket, he knew that she was the one getting nervous now. Still, she didn't try to distract him by leaning over the table to give him a great view of her tits like some girls did when they were losing, and he admired her for that. As he sank a sixth and then a seventh ball he thought, "I'm gonna sink into you just as easily, baby," and his own balls tightened again in anticipation. Unfortunately, the thought was enough to throw Dean off his game. He looked in stunned disbelief as the eight ball hit the bank on the side of the pocket and ricocheted out to the middle of the table. "Dammit!" He couldn't believe that he had missed that shot, and he only dimly heard her quick exhale as if she'd been holding her breath. He stepped back from the table and watched resignedly as she took the opportunity he had given her to sink her last two balls. He was already pulling two fifty dollar bills from his wallet as the eight ball dropped gently into the corner pocket. She grinned as she took his money and had the grace not to gloat openly, although she couldn't resist saying, "That was close. For a minute there I thought you were going to win." Despite being pissed at himself for letting his dirty thoughts distract him, Dean couldn't help but grin back at her. She was just so fucking sexy. His dick started to throb again, reminding him why he had wanted to play pool with her in the first place. And it wasn't to get her money. "I took it easy on you. This time I won't be so ... what are you doing?" Dean stopped in surprise when Alex glanced at her watch and reached for her short, black leather jacket. Slipping it on, she pulled her long hair out from underneath the collar. "You're leaving? I didn't get a chance to win my money back yet." He didn't give a shit about the money. He wanted her so badly now he could barely stop himself from hauling her up against his hard body and kissing her into submission. The thought of letting her leave was killing him and he almost moved to block her path, but through sheer willpower he stayed where he was. Dean had never let a woman know how desperate he was, and he wasn't about to start now. Even if he was in physical pain because of it. She smiled up at him sweetly, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and was amused by it. "I just gotta go to the little girl's room. I wanna touch up my makeup and it's in my jacket." Her smile faded as she gazed up into his amazing eyes, her breath catching slightly. The heat between them blazed to life again in seconds. Now he did move towards her, stopping only inches away. He lowered his head to take her mouth in a slow, scorching kiss but frowned in confusion when she abruptly backed away. Dean scowled and tried to grab her because he thought she was playing games with him and it pissed him off. He stopped when she laid a manicured finger on his lips and whispered, "Hold that thought. And when I get back," her eyes twinkled again as she rose up on her toes to whisper in his ear, "I'll be happy to take some more of your money." She winked at him brazenly and pivoted away, walking towards the bathrooms next to the bar. He stared at her ass the entire way until she disappeared behind the door marked "Whores." "Classy place," he thought absently. His entire body was tense, and he honestly wondered if he'd be able to make it through another game without dragging her into one of the bathroom stalls and fucking her up against the wall. He smirked when he realized the irony of his thoughts. "Yeah, classy." He strolled over to the bar and ordered another tequila. While he waited for her, he started fantasizing again about all the nasty, dirty things he was going to do to her. He was trying to decide how many times he'd make her come before satisfying his own lust when Sam appeared at his side out of nowhere. "Dean," he said anxiously, "we gotta go – now." "What? Why?" He looked at Sam in irritation, thinking, "Jesus, another crisis. Always another crisis." Dean thought his younger brother was way too serious, about everything. He wished he'd lighten up and have some fun once in a while. Hell, he didn't even think Sam had gotten laid since his girlfriend, Jessica, had died in the fire last year. He could've fucked that chick Sarah they'd met at the auction house in New York but he hadn't. Dean still thought Sam was an idiot for not banging that hot piece of ass when he had the chance. He personally wouldn't have hesitated to fuck her brains out, not that he'd ever tell Sam that. "What's the big emergency, Sammy?" Sam leaned closer to Dean and lowered his voice. "I know where the demon's nest is and according to my research it leaves to kill at midnight, so if we don't go now we'll miss it." Dean checked his watch. Quarter to twelve. He hesitated. "Are you sure, Sam? I mean, are you absolutely positive?" Sam didn't understand why Dean wasn't out the door already. Usually he was itching for a hunt, but right now he looked like he never wanted to leave the bar. He noticed that his brother kept glancing at the door to the women's bathroom. "Oh, shit," Sam thought with exasperation, "another girl. Always another girl." No matter what town they were in or what supernatural thing they were hunting, Dean was always looking to get laid. Sam thought his older brother was way too reckless, about everything. He didn't stop to think before going after a demon or spirit; he just burst in with guns blazing. With women he was even worse. Dean went through girls like other people went through toilet paper; he used them up, threw them away, and moved on to the next pretty face in the next town. Sam personally didn't think it was right to treat women that way, not that he'd ever tell Dean that. "Of course I'm sure. You doing something better right now?" When Dean still hesitated, Sam got fed up. "Dean, if we don't go now someone else is going to die tonight." Dean looked back at the bathroom door. Finally with a scowl he called the bartender over and said, "Did you notice the blonde I was playing pool with earlier, the one who just went in the bathroom?" The bartender just gave him a look. "Of course you did. Look, when she comes out, could you tell her that I had to leave for a while but that I will be back and to wait for me. Can you do that?" Dean held out a fifty dollar bill. As soon as the bartender agreed to pass on the message – after taking the fifty – Dean went back to the pool table area to grab his jacket, shrugging it on as he headed for the door. As he passed Sam he said over his shoulder, "You coming?" Sam shook his head and followed Dean outside to the Impala. As they headed towards an abandoned house on the edge of town, he looked over at Dean. "So what's her name?" Dean glanced at him. "Who?" Sam rolled his eyes. "The blonde in the bathroom. The one you played pool with. The one you asked the bartender to give the message to, to wait for you." Dean cleared his throat. "I don't know. We never got that far." Sam scoffed and shook his head. "Now you're not even bothering to get their names before you fuck them?" Dean glared at him. "I would've gotten her name if you hadn't shown up and dragged me out of there." Sam glared back. "Oh, I'm so sorry that our demon hunting and saving lives is getting in the way of your getting laid. They pulled up at a dilapidated building. Dean put the car in park and muttered under his breath, "You're just jealous." Sam was getting out of the car but sat back down and stared at him incredulously. "What'd you just say to me?" "I said you're just jealous 'cause I get all the pussy I want and you don't." "I could get laid if I wanted to, Dean. I just don't happen to have the need to screw every pretty girl I see." "Okay, I'll rephrase it then: you could but you don't. You didn't even try to get with that Sarah chick, and I could tell she was into you. You could've had her in a second if you'd wanted, but all you did was kiss her goodbye." Sam sighed and looked out the window. "With Sarah it was ... just the wrong time, I guess." "Fine, it was the wrong time with her but that was months ago, Sam. Are you telling me that you haven't met a single girl you've wanted since Sarah? And I'm not talking about love and commitment here; I mean just some hot, sweaty, raunchy hardcore sex with a smokin' girl. I mean, c'mon, man. You gotta be sick of jerking it by now." Sam shook his head in disgust. "Just lay off me, will you?" "Fine. Whatever. Can we just get this done?" "Fine." They both got out of the car and went to the trunk, where they loaded their guns with silver bullets. Creeping through the front door, which was ajar and hanging off its hinges, they were sickened by the smell of death and decay the minute they stepped inside. Dean urged slightly, tasting the tequila in his throat again, but he forced it back down as they made their way from what had once been a kitchen into a hallway. Keeping their guns aimed in front of them they moved silently, searching every room off the hall until they reached the last one at the end. When they looked in, they were both shocked by what they saw. A dark figure, silhouetted by the dim light coming through a broken window, stood across the room, seemingly oblivious to the hulking creature skulking up behind. The stranger stood between them and the demon, making it impossible for either of them to get off a shot. Then, almost simultaneously, three things happened. The demon, having gotten close enough, slashed at its victim's head with a huge hand tipped with vicious-looking claws. Dean and Sam, unable to shoot at the thing for fear of hitting the person instead, both yelled at the same time. "Behind you!" "Look out!" But just as the beast's talons sliced through the air to decapitate its prey, the figure dropped quickly to the floor and in one continuous, fluid movement pivoted to face the creature while at the same time raising both arms and standing back up. The sound was deafening as two gun clips were emptied into the demon, which jerked and shuddered from the impact of the bullets hitting its body before dropping like a lead weight to the floor, dead. They watched in stunned silence as the figure stood there looking down at the thing while the smoke and acrid smell of gun powder dissipated in the air. Dean found his voice first. "Wow. That was really something." But as he continued to watch the stranger, he sensed something familiar in the person's graceful movements as the two guns were re-holstered under a short jacket. Just then, the moon came out from behind the clouds, illuminating the room and everyone in it. Even as Dean recognized the halo of honey-blonde hair, he refused to believe what he was seeing because what he was seeing couldn't possibly be true. But his mind reeled and his stomach clenched as the person turned towards him fully, fixing her emerald eyes on his shocked face. Her wine-red lips broke into a wide smile when she saw him. "Thanks." She sauntered up to him without breaking eye contact until she stood inches away. For the second time that night she rose up on her toes, brought her lips close to his ear and whispered, "Told you I was good." Then she stepped around him and walked out of the room. Dean stood stone-still, feeling like he had just been sucker-punched. Sam, having watched the exchange between his brother and the hot mystery blonde, looked at him with a mixture of bewilderment and interest. "Do you know her?" Dean just closed his eyes, the muscle in his jaw twitching. To be continued ... Supernatural: Discoveries Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story is based upon the TV show Supernatural and its characters, Dean and Sam Winchester, all of which still belong to Eric Kripke and the CW network. Again, please let me know what you think. She had just stepped outside when Dean grabbed her arm and jerked her around to face him. His eyes blazed down at hers and his jaw was clenched so tightly the entire side of his head ached. "You mind telling me what the hell you're doing here?" "The same thing you are, I imagine. Killing a nasty-assed demon so no more locals get decapitated and disemboweled. Sorry if I ruined your fun, but I got here first." She smiled up at him as if totally unaware of how enraged he was. "Can you believe how bad it smelled in there? Jesus, I could really use a drink. Hey, wanna go back to the bar and have that rematch? I'll let you break this time." Dean was rarely at a loss for words, but right then he was so completely furious with her his brain couldn't form a coherent thought. In his mind he kept seeing the demon's claws slashing through the air a bare inch above her head. If she had been a split second slower .... When he thought about how close she had come to getting herself killed, it took every ounce of willpower he had not to grab her by the shoulders and shake her like a rag doll. Finally, in a strangled voice, he managed to spit out, "You're joking, right?" Seeing the murderous look on his brother's face, Sam decided it was time to intervene. "Hey, I'm Sam. I guess you already met my brother, Dean, here." Sam tried to catch his brother's eye, but Dean kept staring holes through the beautiful blonde. "I gotta say, what you did in there was amazing. Wasn't it, Dean?" This time Sam looked pointedly at his brother, but when he didn't get a response said a bit louder, "Dean?" Still looking like he wanted to strangle her, Dean finally let go of her arm and said, "That's one word for it." "Thanks, guys. I'm Alex." She gazed back at Dean for a few seconds before turning to Sam. "Yeah, your brother and I played a game of pool earlier, but I guess we forgot to exchange names. It was a good game too," she grinned back at Dean, who was getting his temper under control until she said, "Although I think he's a little mad at me 'cause I beat him." Dean's anger erupted. "That's not why I'm pissed off and you know it! You almost got yourself killed in there. What the hell were you thinking, just standing there and letting that thing get close enough to slice and dice you? I've done some reckless things in my life, but that was just fuckin' stupid!" "Excuse me?" In a second her own temper flared to match his. She stepped closer and glared up at him through narrowed eyes. "I knew exactly what I was doing, thank you very much. I've been hunting things like that for ten years now and look – still alive – so you can just take your chauvinistic, macho bullshit and shove it up your ass!" She turned and stalked away, quickly moving out of sight around the house. Sam looked at Dean, who was still scowling. "I think you made her mad." They both went after her and when they turned the corner, Dean's anger evaporated as he saw her car. "Holy shit." Alex was putting her guns away in the trunk of a 1971 Plymouth Barracuda. "Is that a ...?" "426 Hemi? Yup." Alex smiled proudly as Dean and Sam gazed in awe at the mint-condition muscle car and started checking it out. Alex humored them for a few minutes then sighed, "Guys, why don't you wait 'til morning when you can actually see it?" They reluctantly closed the hood. Watching her with speculative eyes, Dean fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out his car keys, tossing them to Sam. "Sammy, why don't you go get the car?" He gave his brother a meaningful look. Taking the hint, Sam said, "Sure, I guess I can do that," and started strolling towards the other side of the house where the Impala was parked. As soon as Sam was out of earshot, Dean turned back to Alex with a mystified look on his face. "So, you got any more surprises in store for me?" The moon emitted enough light for him to see the teasing gleam in her eyes. "Oh, I might still have a trick or two up my sleeve." "I don't doubt it." They stared at each other as the sexual tension intensified again. Dean's eyes dropped to her mouth. When Alex unconsciously licked her lips his gaze hardened, and he advanced on her until her back was pressed against the car. "I have a few tricks of my own I'd like to show you." He placed his hands on the roof of the car on either side of her, trapping her between his arms. Alex arched an eyebrow and said naughtily, "I just bet you do." She boldly slid her hands up underneath his t-shirt, making him suck in a sharp breath. She caressed his washboard stomach then started lightly stroking the "cut" areas of his hips with her fingertips. "I bet there are a lot of things we could show each other." Dean was thinking the exact same thing when something else occurred to him. "How'd you get here before Sam and me? I saw you go in the bathroom and I know you didn't pass us 'cause there's only one road running through this town." She grinned up at him impishly. "I squeezed out a tiny window in the bathroom. The plan was to come here, kill the demon, get back to the bar and climb back in." Dean cocked his eyebrow with a sexy smirk. "Uh-huh. And how were you planning to explain being in there for so long?" Alex shrugged. "I was going to say something about wanting to make myself as beautiful as possible for you." She paused and he saw the naughty twinkle in her eyes again. "Either that or I was fingering myself because you made me so hot I couldn't stand it." Dean immediately pinned her body against the car with his, hearing her soft gasp as she felt his rock-hard erection through their clothing. "That would have been a bad idea, making me think you'd been in there all that time playing with yourself and not letting me watch? Or better yet, help? I would have been very upset with you." Her hand slipped inside the waistbands of his jeans and underwear to tease the short hair at the top of his groin. Her eyes smoldered up at him. "Even if I'd promised to give you a demonstration of what I'd been doing?" She licked her lips suggestively. "I still could, if you want." The muscle pulsing in Dean's jaw matched the throbbing of his cock and his rigid self-control finally snapped. His hands came off the car to tangle roughly in her hair, twisting it around his fingers to hold her head still as he lowered his mouth to devour hers in a punishing kiss. But just as his lips were about to taste hers Sam drove up. Dean groaned loudly, resting his forehead on her shoulder as he tried to rein in his lust before turning to glare at his brother. "Dude, worst possible timing – ever." Sam just grinned. "Uh, sorry, guys. We going?" Dean gave Alex's mouth one last lingering look before very reluctantly releasing her with an audible sigh. "Yeah, we can come back in the morning and bury it. No one will stumble across it all the way out here." He turned back to Alex. "So I guess you're staying at the motel too, seeing as it's the only one in town." "Actually, I didn't take the time to rent a room earlier. I'll just get one when we get there." Sam shook his head. "Dean and I got the last available room. The manager mentioned something about a big family reunion going on this week." Alex stared at him in dismay. "You're kidding. Shit! I knew I should've gotten a room when I got here. But it was a long drive and I needed a drink to unwind ... bloody hell!" She sighed. "Well, it won't be the first time I've slept in my car." She patted the roof of her Cuda lovingly. "I guess it's just you and me tonight, baby." Dean frowned. "Don't be ridiculous. You can stay with Sam and me. We got two queen-size beds and a couch too. Lots of room." Alex frowned back. "Oh no, I couldn't impose on you like that. I'll be fine, really." "No, really, I insist. We both do." Dean gave his brother a look. "Don't we, Sammy?" Sam immediately nodded. "Oh, yeah. Of course. No problem." Dean quickly turned back to Alex. "See? It's settled." When she opened her mouth to protest again he held up his hand, his silver ring flashing in the headlights. "I don't wanna hear it. You're staying with us, period." She glanced from Dean to Sam then back again before sighing. "Alright, if you're both sure. Thanks, guys." She looked back at Sam. "Is he always this bossy?" Sam rolled his eyes. "You have no idea." Dean walked around to the passenger side of the Impala. "Just follow us in, alright?" He waited until she said okay before getting in the car. As the big 426 Hemi engine rumbled to life, he sighed. "That is a sweet ride. Did you know there were only a hundred and eight of them made in '71?" As Sam started driving back into town, he glanced over at Dean. "Are you sure about this?" "Of course I'm sure. You know I know everything about classic muscle cars." "No, I mean about Alex staying with us. Are you sure you're going to be able to have her in the room and not, you know, fuck her?" Dean smirked. "What's the matter, Sammy? As long as it's been since you got laid, I thought you might like to watch." "That's hilarious." "I thought so." "I'm serious, Dean. I really don't wanna be three feet away and have to listen to you fuck this girl's brains out all night." Dean pursed his lips in mock thought. "What if we try to be really quiet?" "Dean!" "Relax, Sam!" Dean laughed at his brother's outrage. "Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of offending your delicate sensibilities. She can have my bed and I'll sleep on the hard, lumpy couch." Sam said, "You don't have to do that. You can share my bed." Dean gave him a scornful look. "I'd rather take the couch, thanks anyway." Sam shrugged. "Whatever. You're the one who's gonna be sore as hell." "Sam, as long as you go out for coffee in the morning – for about an hour – we're good." Dean grinned over at his younger brother. "Deal?" Sam grinned back. "Deal." A few minutes later they pulled up in front of the motel. Three seconds later Alex roared up next to them in her Cuda. As Dean got out of the Impala he couldn't stop himself from checking out the car again, which looked even better now that the motel lights allowed him to see it. "Alex, this is such a sweet car," Dean said as he ran his hand reverently over the roof. The big engine was so hot from the short drive they could feel the heat radiating from it. Like a little boy, he looked at Alex with a hopeful, almost pleading look in his big green eyes. "Do you think I could take it for a spin tomorrow? I mean, I'll understand if you say no, but I would love to get behind the wheel of this beauty." His expression was so earnest, Sam and Alex almost broke up laughing. Sam rolled his eyes, thinking, "Leave it to my brother to be drooling over a hot car instead of the hot woman who owns it." Alex's eyes danced with mischief. "Well, if you're a good boy and brush your teeth and go to sleep right away, maybe I'll let you play with it for a while." Sam, joining in with her teasing, said, "And afterwards, maybe we'll get you an ice cream cone," and patted his shorter brother on top of the head. Dean, realizing they were making fun of him, glared at them both as he unlocked the motel door. "You know, maybe I should make both of you sleep out here tonight." "Fine with me," Alex responded blithely, moving over to Sam and running her hand slowly from his hard chest down to his equally hard abs. "I'm sure Sam here will keep me warm," she said, gazing up at him with those amazing eyes, her full lips curving into a seductive smile. "Won't you, Sam?" Looking down at her gorgeous face, Sam felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. "Jesus, she's amazing," he thought as his heart started racing. Sam suddenly understood exactly why Dean was so determined to have her; he felt it too. The incredible sexual lure of this woman was almost overpowering. The damnedest part of it was that she didn't seem to be aware of the effect she had on every man around her. She exuded sensuality without even trying. Sam knew that she was looking at him like that and touching him just to aggravate Dean, but he couldn't stop his body from responding. He was glad his jacket was long enough to conceal his hard-on, and he hoped to God that Dean didn't notice it. Trying to keep his voice even, he said, "Hey, I didn't say it, but if you let us in the room you won't have to worry about it, will you?" Dean pushed the door open. "Who's worried?" The room looked like every other motel room they had been in over the years: a loveseat, couch, and coffee table took up one corner while a small table and two chairs sat in the other, followed by two queen-size beds separated by a nightstand, and ending with a small bathroom at the back. Alex was already heading for the bathroom with her overnight bag thrown over her shoulder as Dean flicked on the light switch, bathing the room in a muted glow from the nightstand lamp. "Sorry, guys, but I gotta pee so bad," they heard her say just before the door slammed shut. They both chuckled as they removed their coats and boots. Dean grabbed his own bag, rummaging around in it until he found an unopened flask of tequila wrapped in a t-shirt. After a little more searching he pulled out a thick sock, from which he pulled two shot glasses. Seeing Sam's look, he raised his eyebrows. "What? It's clean." Sitting down on the couch, Dean unscrewed the cap and poured two shots while Sam sat on the loveseat. They each grabbed a glass and knocked back the drink, Sam grimacing slightly. Dean caught his expression and laughed, "Man, I can't believe you're not used to tequila yet." "And I can't believe you guys started without me." Looking up at the sound of her voice, they both stopped and stared with their mouths hung open. Alex was wearing a tight, black t-shirt with AC/DC emblazoned across the front. The shirt was cut off just below her firm tits which stretched the already-thin material to the ripping point. Loose, black pajama pants were tied low on her gently curving hips, baring her small waist and toned-yet-feminine belly. Not noticing their identically stunned expressions, she sat on the couch next to Dean, dropping her jacket and bag at the other end. She grabbed the flask, poured a shot into Dean's glass, and swallowed it with a graceful toss of her head. She kept her head tilted back and closed her eyes, relishing the searing sensation as the liquor burned her throat. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at them. "I so needed that." Dean had to clear his own throat before he was able to speak. "Like AC/DC, do you?" he asked as his eyes dropped to the shirt, her nipples clearly noticeable through the worn fabric. She glanced down with a rueful grin, seemingly oblivious to their intense interest. "Yeah, this shirt's older than sin, but I can't bring myself to throw it away." At the mention of "sin" Dean tore his gaze away from her chest and filled the glasses again, swearing silently when the liquor splashed onto the coffee table. He handed one shot to her and the other to Sam. He didn't mind waiting for a drink; he was much more interested in watching her. She drank it and put the glass back down for him, relaxing back into the cushions with a sigh. "I love all the classic bands - Sabbath, Metallica, Zeppelin. No one did the sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll better than those guys." Sam stared at her, thinking, "Oh my God, she's a female version of Dean." Dean stared at her, thinking, "Oh my God, I think I'm in love." Alex's eyes lit up. "Speaking of ...." She grabbed her jacket and reached into an inside pocket, pulling out two well-rolled, good-sized joints and a lighter. But when she saw their faces her smile faded. "Oh, sorry. I thought you guys might wanna ... I only do it sometimes to unwind after a hunt ... but if it's not your thing I can go smoke it in the car." She started putting on her jacket but Dean stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Jesus, Alex, you don't have to go out to the car. We don't give a shit if you smoke pot. We were just a little ... surprised." She looked at them, frowning. "Are you sure? I really don't mind ...." "Oh, for fuck's sake." Dean took the joint and lighter from her, lighting it himself. After taking a few drags, he handed it back to her. Watching the tip glow as she inhaled, Dean started feeling it immediately. It had been a while since he'd smoked weed and he was affected more than he otherwise might have been. He relaxed and felt totally content. After a few draws, Alex held the joint out to Sam. "Want some?" Dean chuckled, knowing his prudish brother would never smoke pot. So when Sam took the joint and took several deep drags on it he was floored, especially when he noticed that Sam didn't cough or choke, not even a little. "Since when have you smoked pot?" Sam took a few more draws before handing the joint back to his stunned older brother with a smug smile on his face. "Dean, I was away at school for two years. There are a lot of things you don't know about me." "Is that right?" Dean absorbed this unexpected information as he took a few hits, then passed it on to Alex. "So my geek brother isn't so squeaky-clean after all. Huh. Interesting." Alex finished her turn and tried to pass the roach to Sam, but it was burned down and she burned her fingers, almost dropping it. "Shit!" Sam got up and sat next to her on the couch so he could take it from her. After finishing the joint, they each had a few more shots of tequila. They were all really buzzed and sat against the cushions thinking their own fuzzy thoughts: Dean couldn't get over the fact that his little brother was stoned; Sam was thinking that if Dean knew about the stuff he'd done at Stanford he'd never call him his "geek brother" again; and Alex was remembering the looks on their faces, especially Dean's, when she'd taken the demon out. She found it so hilarious that she looked up at Dean and started giggling. "You should've seen your face when you realized it was me in there. Your jaw was clenched so tight I thought you were gonna give yourself lockjaw." She giggled even harder. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you? Why don't I really give you something to laugh about?" Dean grabbed her right wrist, pinned it to the couch above her head, and started tickling her mercilessly. She immediately reacted as if her whole body was being electrocuted, twisting and kicking as she tried fiercely to get away, all the while cursing him at the top of her lungs between helpless fits of laughter. "Sammy, help me." Sam immediately grabbed her flailing arm, pinning that wrist above her head too. They each hooked one of their legs over her kicking ones, easily restraining her with their greater size and strength. As they continued to tickle her, her shouts turned into shrieks as she threatened to castrate them both in their sleep. The more obscene her insults became, the more fun they had as they watched her struggle in vain. Eventually she was so out of breath from her exertions she just laid there glaring daggers at them, her chest heaving as she panted for breath. Dean and Sam's amusement faded, replaced by an overwhelming sexual awareness as they looked down at her lying between them, helpless. They stopped tickling her and began instead to caress her, stroking her naked hips and belly, running their hands up over her ribs, marveling at how soft her skin was. Alex's eyes widened at the sudden change in their mood. She gasped when she felt Dean's hand slide up underneath her shirt to cup her breast, his rough thumb rubbing back and forth over the nipple, making it harden and tingle. Sam started fondling her other tit, lightly teasing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Supernatural: Discoveries Ch. 02 She opened her mouth to speak, but Dean quickly cut off her words by crushing his full lips against hers in a blatantly sexual kiss. He pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth to slide against hers sensuously. She began to tremble as the devastatingly erotic kiss continued, powerless to do anything except respond to his ruthless assault. She was only vaguely aware of Sam lifting her shirt but whimpered into Dean's mouth when she felt Sam's lips sucking gently on her nipple, his tongue circling and licking the erect tip. Dean lifted his head, his eyes searching hers. His deep voice was gruffer than normal when he said, "If you want us to stop, you'd better say so now." Alex gazed up at him through a haze of tequila, dope and raging sexual desire. Want them to stop? Was he joking? Her body burned everywhere their hands and mouths had been, her pussy already wet and aching for the same attention. Sam had raised his head too, and as they both stared down at her she became acutely aware of how rigidly they were holding themselves in check while they waited for her answer. Knowing how badly these two unbelievably hot guys wanted her made her even hornier. She desperately needed them to fuck her, to use her body in every dirty, nasty way they wanted. The fact that they were brothers only heightened her craving, and if they didn't take her soon she thought she'd go insane. Barely able to find her voice, she managed to whisper, "Don't stop ... please?" Hearing her husky plea, they both grinned arrogantly but to her surprise and great frustration didn't immediately return their hands and mouths to her feverish skin. Instead they glanced at each other, Sam's eyes questioning his older brother's until Dean nodded, indicating that it was okay. Having Dean's unspoken consent, Sam quickly covered Alex's mouth in a forceful, steamy kiss. Dean started sucking avidly on her nipple as his hand traveled slowly down her flat belly to the drawstring of her pants, which came undone with a quick tug. They released her wrists to pull her t-shirt off, both stopping to admire her breasts which were, to Dean's surprised appreciation, completely real. Sloping gently, her full, round tits were tipped with dusky pink nipples stiff with arousal. Now kneeling on the floor facing her, Dean and Sam shrugged off their unbuttoned shirts before hauling their t-shirts over their heads and tossing them aside. Alex's breath caught in her throat as her eyes roved hungrily over their sculpted bodies, from their broad shoulders and hard pecs to their washboard abs. Her fingers curled with the need to feel their smooth naked flesh and she reached out to touch them, but moaned in disappointment when Sam seized her wrists and held them effortlessly with one hand, laughing at her frustrated expression. "Uh-uh, not yet," he admonished, lowering his mouth to nibble on the sensitive area just above her collarbone. She shivered delicately as he tweaked her nipple again with his long fingers. "We're just getting started," Dean agreed, licking and sucking the other swollen peak. His lips and tongue scorched a path down her ribs to her quivering stomach. After flicking his tongue into her navel, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pajama bottoms. "Lift your hips, baby," he commanded softly. As soon as she obeyed, he swiftly peeled the pants down her legs and off. He moved between them, pushing her slender thighs further apart with his hands. Her pussy was waxed bare except for a tiny blonde triangle just above her swollen clit. Her plump lips hid the soft pink slit between her legs, but Dean could still see how wet she already was. He moved his face forward and blew on the hot, throbbing flesh. Alex, her breathing ragged and shallow, was getting so frustrated by their gentle seduction that she thought she'd lose her mind. She didn't want them to be slow and deliberate – she wanted them to fuck her to within an inch of her life with their tongues and fingers and most of all their hard cocks. When she felt Dean's breath on her aching pussy instead of his mouth, she finally couldn't take any more torment. "Dean, stop teasing me and do it." He looked up at her with mock innocence. "Do what?" "Dammit, you know what." He smiled wickedly. "You're right, I do. But I want to hear you say it." He blew on her tingling flesh again. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." "I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your fingers and suck on my clit." Her eyes burned into his. "And then I want you to fuck me with your big, hard dick. Do you think you can manage that?" Dean's cocky grin was replaced by an expression of naked lust. "Oh, I think so." Her soft laugh became a low moan as Dean's gorgeous mouth covered her slick pussy completely, his tongue darting inside to taste her musky juices before repeatedly flicking over her pulsing clit, making her squirm and sigh. "Is this what you want?" he asked as he slid two fingers up her dripping hole, pumping them in and out as his thumb rubbed the ultra-sensitive bud. "Do you like this?" He closed his lips around it and sucked gently then harder as he continued to finger-fuck her. The stubble on his cheeks scraped the inside of her thighs, but the rough sensation just added to her pleasure. Alex writhed on the couch, her moans turning to whimpers in the back of her throat as her breathing became more jagged. "Oh, Jesus, that feels so good, Dean ... don't stop ... God, don't stop ...." She turned her glazed eyes towards Sam. "Suck on my tits ... please, Sammy ... I need to have your mouth on me too." Sam gladly obliged, enclosing his lips around one erect nipple and sucking vigorously while pinching the other with his fingers. Alex started trembling uncontrollably as the tension grew inside her, coiling like a spring tighter and tighter. Her head started thrashing from side to side as their hands and mouths brought her closer to the edge of orgasm. "Oh, Jesus, just like that ... please ... I'm so close ... oh, God, you're gonna make me come ...." Her breath came in short, panting gasps as the pressure built higher and higher, becoming so unbearable she was sure she was dying, then, "Oh ... Fuck!" She began convulsing as she came violently, the spasms racking her entire body as her muscles contracted again and again, arching her back off the couch. She cried out wordlessly, unable to doing anything but ride the waves of ecstasy which receded momentarily only to crash upon her with even greater force. Dean and Sam continued their lascivious assault on her body, refusing to let up even when she begged them to stop. When her pussy started clenching around his pistoning fingers Dean replaced them with his mouth, licking and sucking greedily as her orgasmic juices flowed out of her. After what seemed like an eternity, the spasms became shudders which became tremors until finally Alex lay there completely spent, her only movement the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing gradually returned to normal. Only then did Dean and Sam raise their heads to gaze down at her limp form and satisfied expression. They both stood up and quickly undid their jeans, shoving them down their long, muscled legs and kicking them aside before taking off their socks. Alex lay there with her eyes closed, so drained she never wanted to move again. When she heard the rustle of clothing, her heavy eyelids drifted open but widened as she stared in awe at two of the most magnificent male bodies she had ever seen. Her mouth went dry as her eyes slid over the hard ridges and planes of their lean, well-muscled arms, chests, stomachs, and legs. What drew her attention the most were the big, rigid erections pointing boldly toward her; Sam's cock was a bit longer while Dean's was slightly thicker, but both were equally impressive. Her lethargy quickly melted away as the heat of sexual arousal built inside her again. The knowledge that these large, swollen dicks were hard for her gave her an incredible rush of feminine power. They let Alex enjoy the view for a minute before Dean said, "Now it's our turn." Before she knew what was happening he had flipped her onto her stomach, kneeling behind her on the floor while Sam sat on the couch by her head. Sam kissed her passionately then leaned back with her trapped between his long legs. "Suck my dick, baby," he said huskily, groaning when she obediently wrapped her hand around the base and bent down to lick the drops of pre-cum from the head. She ran her tongue up one side and down the other before closing her lips around the throbbing shaft. She started licking and sucking on his cock skillfully as she jerked him with her hand, lifting her gaze to his face to see the pleasure she was giving him. Dean touched her pussy to find it still soaked from her orgasm. He dipped two fingers inside her then spread the juices over his hard dick, doing this a few times until it glistened. He pushed the head into her silky wet warmth, sliding into her slowly so she could adjust to his size. He gritted his teeth as he sank into her inch by inch. Christ! Her pussy was so hot and tight he had to steel himself from coming like a 12-year-old kid with his first skin magazine. There was no way in hell he was gonna let that happen; he was going to last until she came again, even if it killed him. So when he was fully buried inside her he stopped, holding her hips still when she tried to rock back against him. When his boiling blood cooled a little, he withdrew to the tip of his dick before plunging it all the way back in again. As he started fucking her with a steady rhythm he reached his hand around and began caressing her clit, making her moan loudly around Sam's cock. Sam watched Alex suck him while his brother screwed her from behind. Jesus! The way she swirled her tongue around his dick as it pumped in and out of her wet mouth was driving him crazy. He tangled his long fingers in her thick hair, his hands urging her to take more of his smooth length between her red lips. She did so eagerly, swallowing inch after inch until he was deep inside her throat. She slid her lips all the way up before deep-throating him again. Sam groaned again, his breathing becoming more labored as she kept giving him the best blow job he'd ever had. His hands tightened on the back of her head to hold it still as he began lifting and lowering his slim hips, fucking her mouth with his huge cock. Sam felt his balls tighten as his climax approached. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, but it felt so good he didn't care. Alex kept sucking and jerking him faster and harder as she used her other hand to play with his balls. When his entire body tensed she knew he was seconds away from coming, so she quickly shoved a finger up his ass. Sam's cock erupted, shooting hot, white cream down her throat. She kept her lips closed tightly over his spurting dick, sucking on it until she was sure she had gotten every last drop. She looked back over her shoulder at Dean, who was still fucking her at a leisurely pace. "That just leaves you, baby," she purred, smiling at him as she licked Sam's salty cum from her lips. "Oh, don't you worry," he replied as he started thrusting a bit faster. "I'm not in any hurry. You just relax and enjoy it." He glanced at Sam, who was sitting there with a dazed expression. "You okay, little brother?" "I think she killed me." "I knew you couldn't last more than ten minutes. I guess I'll have to show you how it's done." Dean grasped Alex's hips and fucked her with long, deep strokes. He looked down at her perfect ass to watch his throbbing dick slide in and out of her slick pussy. He grunted when she pushed herself against him every time he drove into her. Panting slightly, Alex looked back at him once more. "Of course you can last forever like that." She rolled her hips and squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles, making him groan again. "But I bet you won't last long if you fuck me hard," she challenged with a taunting gleam in her eyes. "Really? I guess we'll find out, won't we?" Dean immediately held her hips tighter and started nailing her as hard and fast as he could, making her cry out sharply. He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her backwards as he drove into her savagely, his balls and thighs slapping loudly against her round ass cheeks. As her moans and whimpers grew louder, Dean knew she was close to coming again but refused to relent. Instead, he jerked her shoulders up until she was pressed against him. Holding her tightly with a forearm across her chest above her bouncing tits, he slipped his fingers between her legs to rub her sensitive clit as he continued to fuck her brutally. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered hotly in her ear. "'Cause it's what I've wanted to do to you all night. I wanted to fuck you just like this. I wanted to make you my slut. Are you my slut, Alex?" She could only whimper in response, her hands grasping at his hard thighs as he repeatedly rammed his cock into her inflamed flesh. Sam, watching the ecstasy on Alex's face, sat forward on the couch and began sucking roughly on her nipples, increasing her pleasure even further. "You love this, don't you? You love being fucked by my brother and me. You love being our little slut, don't you?" When she didn't answer, Dean bit her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to make her wince. "Don't you?" "Yes," she gasped, nearly delirious with the sensations ravaging her body. "Yes, I love it. I love being your slut ... yours and Sam's ... oh, God ... oh, fuck ... I'm gonna come again ...." Dean felt her muscles squeeze his cock tightly as she started convulsing again. Thrusting into her a few more times, he finally let go, shooting his creamy load into her throbbing hole with a guttural moan. He let her spasming pussy milk every drop from his dick before withdrawing from her body with a slight shudder. Alex fell forward weakly onto Sam's lap while Dean collapsed on the floor, both of them panting heavily. Sam gently lifted Alex onto the couch, kissing her lips softly as he laid her against the cushions. The scent of sweat and sex hung in the air as the three of them became lost in their own thoughts. Sam spoke first. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I say we smoke that other joint." Dean chuckled tiredly. "My little brother, the party animal. Who would've guessed?" Alex sighed. "I need to go to the bathroom first, but I don't think I have the energy to get there." Sam easily swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Dean was picking himself up off the floor when Sam sat back down. "Dean ... what just happened here ... are we okay?" Sam looked at his brother with concern. As much as he'd enjoyed it, he didn't want it to come between them. Dean sat down on the couch, grabbing the half-empty flask to pour two shots. "Yeah, we're good. Just don't expect it to become a regular thing." He handed a glass to Sam and picked up the other. "Got it?" "Yeah, I hear ya." They drank the tequila, and Dean noticed that Sam didn't grimace this time. He laughed. "Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Sam poured two more shots, downing his with a smooth swallow. "You know, as hard a time as you give me, I think you like me being your "geek brother." He grinned. "I think you're afraid I might give you some actual competition with the ladies." Dean smirked. "Now, I wouldn't go that far ...." They looked up as the bathroom door opened and Alex came out, swaying slightly. "Need some help, babe?" "No, I can manage." They watched as she carefully made her way back to the couch and sat down between them. Dean offered her his shot, which she looked at uncertainly before taking. "What's the matter? Partied out already?" Dean chuckled at her scathing look. "No, my body just can't handle as much alcohol as yours can. In case you haven't noticed, you're both a lot bigger than me." "Oh, we noticed." Dean's eyes skimmed over her luscious curves before looking up at her. "Seriously though, Alex, if you're too tired we can stop." "Are you kidding? I just needed a quick breather." She tossed back the shot. "I'm good to go if you guys are. Sam, you wanna do the honors?" Sam lit the second joint, which they shared along with the remaining tequila. Dean reached for Alex, but to his surprise she slapped his hand away. "What ...?" She got up and moved a little unsteadily to the loveseat where she leaned back, making herself comfortable. "Uh-uh, it's my turn again." Their eyes followed her hands as she slowly slid them from her thighs up over her hips and belly until they cupped her full tits. Knowing she had their undivided attention, she began lightly pinching her still-swollen nipples. "Which means both of you have to just sit there and watch." Her breathing deepened as she teased herself with her fingers. "Besides, I promised you a demonstration, didn't I, Dean?" Dean recalled that she hadn't actually made that promise, but he wasn't about to mention that right now. "That's right, you did." "And I always keep my promises so ... relax and enjoy the show." Alex watched them watching her as she fondled the sensitive peaks, glancing down to see that their cocks were getting hard again. Knowing how much she was turning them on made her even hotter and she felt her silky juices pooling between her legs. Even so, she brought a finger up to her mouth and licked the tip to make it wet. Spreading her legs wide, she placed that one glistening finger on her pulsing clit and started caressing it. She moaned softly in pleasure as she touched herself. Their dicks fully erect and throbbing, Dean and Sam watched her every move as Alex continued to play with her swollen clit and nipples. She raised her other hand to her mouth and slid a finger between her lips, sucking on it as if it were a cock. Dean made a harsh sound in the back of his throat. She reached down, slipped the moistened finger between the slick folds of her slit, and began finger-fucking herself while continuing to rub her clit. Her eyes slid closed and her breathing deepened further as she made herself hotter and wetter with her talented fingers. Dean and Sam's dicks throbbed painfully as they watched Alex finger her pussy for them. Needing to ease the pressure, each brother unconsciously wrapped a hand around his pulsating cock and began stroking the hard, smooth length. Alex opened her eyes, gasping in unexpected pleasure at the sight of these two large, strong men jerking themselves off as they watched her masturbate. She'd always found it very erotic to watch a guy stroke his own dick. The pressure built inside her and she knew she was close to coming again. She started rocking her hips gently to further stimulate her tender, sensitive flesh then slipped a second finger into her dripping pussy, but the friction still wasn't enough. She needed a big, stiff cock filling her, stretching her, fucking her. "Sammy, come fuck me. Now." Sam immediately dropped to his knees between her widespread legs and drove balls-deep into her. His single thrust was enough to send her over the edge. Sam held himself still inside her, gritting his teeth as her pussy muscles repeatedly squeezed his throbbing dick. When her spasms eased, he began fucking her with hard, deep thrusts. Dean watched them from the couch as he continued to jerk his cock. He knew he had to be really wasted because watching his brother nail Alex was really turning him on. His mind momentarily resisted this fact, but it felt so damn good he stopped giving a shit and just gave into it. He realized that Alex was shamelessly watching him stroke his dick and grinned brazenly at her with an arched eyebrow. "Enjoying the show?" Supernatural: Discoveries Ch. 02 She smiled back teasingly. "Are you?" Suddenly she let out a sharp gasp as Sam hooked her legs over his arms and leaned over her, driving his long dick even deeper inside her. Snaking his hand between their bodies, he rubbed her clit with his thumb as he slammed into her with punishing force. Her over-stimulated pussy started clenching as she peaked again, bucking and thrashing beneath him. He hauled her legs up over his shoulders and impaled her so deeply with his cock she felt she was being split apart. Sam kept pounding her, making her spasms go on and on. His thrusts became harder and faster until he came with a loud groan, filling Alex with his hot load as her pussy throbbed around him. When his cock finally stopped spurting he collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the loveseat. After a minute or so he managed to lift his weight from her onto his elbows. Kissing her lips softly, he withdrew from her and rolled off. Alex lay there as he left her with her legs splayed open, her chest rising and falling as her breathing returned to normal. Her pussy was on fire, raw and tender from the excessive stimulation. Yet when she looked over at Dean's long, swollen cock, she didn't care how sore she was; she wanted him to fuck her again. Sam went to the bathroom, coming back a minute later with a wet facecloth. She sighed in relief as he soothed her burning flesh with the cool cloth, gently wiping away their combined fluids. After giving Sam a grateful smile, Alex slid forward and crawled over to Dean, kneeling on the floor between his long legs. She watched as he stroked his dick, licking her lips in hungry anticipation before raising her eyes to his. "Would you like me to help you with that?" He took his hand away. "If you insist." Still looking up at him, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and slid her hand up and down the hard shaft. Dean's heated gaze dropped to watch as she jerked him off slowly then used her fingertips to spread the drops of pre-cum over the head. Rising up on her knees, she bent her head to his straining erection and enclosed her soft lips around the smooth tip only. She sucked on him so gently he dug his fingers into the couch so he wouldn't grab her head and shove his whole dick down her throat. She knew she was driving him crazy, but Alex refused to give him what he wanted. Instead of swallowing his cock, she drew one of his nuts into her mouth and sucked on it before moving on to the other. Releasing his balls from her mouth with a faint popping sound, she then proceeded to blow gently on his aching, jerking length. Only when he was practically twitching with frustration did she look up at him with a small smile, rubbing one finger back and forth over the ultra-sensitive tip. Dean, his breathing labored, glowered down at her. "Just do it, will you?" Alex looked up at him with wide-eyed innocence. "Do what?" "Jesus Christ, you know what." Her emerald eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction as she turned his earlier tormenting words back on him. "You're right, I do. But I want to hear you say it." She blew on his throbbing flesh again. "Tell me what you want, baby. I'll give it to you." "I want you to suck my cock. I want you to swallow it down your throat." His eyes blazed into hers. "And then I want you to sit on it and ride me with your hot little pussy. Think you can manage that?" "Do you really have any doubt?" she asked, arching an eyebrow arrogantly. Dean's soft chuckle became a low groan as she closed her full lips around his engorged dick, her wet mouth taking every inch until he was completely in her throat. Maintaining suction, Alex slid her lips up to the head then all the way down again, deep-throating him over and over until he was gasping and thrusting his hips against her mouth. Knowing he couldn't take much more without coming, Dean jerked her up roughly and had her straddle his slim hips with her knees. He felt between her legs, gratified to find her already wet and ready for him. Grasping himself with one hand and her hip with the other, he guided the tip of his cock into her slick hole then let her slowly lower herself onto him until he was fully embedded inside her. Knowing she was sore, Dean stayed perfectly still as Alex adjusted to the invasion of her tender flesh. Only the twitching muscle in his jaw revealed the massive effort this took, but he was determined to let her go at her own pace. After a minute, Alex began moving herself up and down on his painfully swollen cock, steadying herself by holding onto his broad shoulders. Despite his just-made resolution not to rush her, Dean almost lost control when he felt her slippery heat gripping his dick as she rode him. To keep himself from grabbing her hips and impaling her brutally, he raised his arms and clasped his hands tightly behind his head. He tried to ignore the intense sensations she was causing and instead focused totally on her. Dean watched her eyes flutter closed and her lips part sensuously as her pleasure mounted. She started rocking her hips to take him even deeper, riding him harder and faster as she panted and moaned and whimpered in the back of her throat. Alex opened her passion-glazed eyes and whispered, "Dean." Taking that one word as permission, he seized her hips and yanked her down roughly as he lifted his pelvis to plunge his cock into her. He kept sliding her up and down his dick, thrusting upward every time he hauled her against him. Alex continued to writhe on top of him, the nerve endings between her legs so hyper-sensitive she was in ecstatic agony. She knew the lightest touch would be just too much for her overloaded senses to bear. When she felt Dean slide his hand between their bodies, she whimpered. "No ... please ... I can't take anymore ...." Looking into her pleading eyes, he smiled gently but firmly. "Yes, you can, baby ... just a little more ...." The second his rough thumb touched her clit, Alex exploded, throwing her head back with a scream as the spasms rocked her body. Dean held her hips firmly as she bucked and thrashed above him violently, watching as her long blonde hair tumbled wildly around her shoulders just as it had in his fantasy. But this – the reality – was so much better. With her body still jerking above him, he filled his hands with her round ass cheeks. Pulling her downward, Dean drove his cock up into her brutally, again and again, until with a guttural, "Fuck," he came, shuddering uncontrollably as he filled her with his hot cream for the second time that night. His first thought, when he could hold onto one, was that he had hurt her. Alex was leaning heavily against his chest with her head on his shoulder, making no movement or sound other than her soft breathing "Alex? You alright? Baby, talk to me." Worriedly, he cupped his hand behind her head and leaned her away from him so he could look at her. His concern turned to rueful amusement when he realized she was sound asleep, a small, satisfied smile curving her beautiful lips. Dean chuckled softly as he stood up with her in his arms and carried her over to his bed. He laid her down then grabbed the damp facecloth Sam had used earlier and gently washed her inflamed, swollen flesh. Sam, lying in the other bed, watched sleepily as Dean slid into bed beside Alex and gathered her into his strong arms. "Is she okay?" Dean smoothed the hair back from her face tenderly. "Yeah, she's fine. I think we finally wore her out though." He reached over to turn off the lamp then snuggled her against his chest again. Within minutes, both he and Sam were dead to the world.