Its Just Us Now

It isn't long before Dean returns and flips off the lights. You watch his shadow take off his shirt and sit on the edge of the bed. The glow of the moonlight highlights the outline of his back that you are dying to climb on. Biting your lip, you pull the blanket up more around your chest watching him. Once he strips down to what you can only assume are boxers, he climbs into bed. As soon as he plugs in his phone to charge, Dean wraps a strong arm around your waist pulling you close against him.

This feeling.

Peace. Comfort. Protected.

With your back against the warmth of his skin, all the hostility from tonight seems to fade away. He nuzzles into your neck closing his eyes. The both of you lying together listening to the steady sound of the thunderstorm beat down on the roof.

"No work tomorrow?" Dean asked before yawning.

"No," you answered quietly. He secures you tighter in his arms. You lay there trying to decide what to do. Do you ignore the burning desire between your legs that's been there since you first laid eyes on Dean the moment he first came to the hospital? Or just simply continue pretending that you feel nothing for the man holding you close?

"Dean?" You shift your body towards him. The nightlight from the corner of your room by the door with a hint of moonlight gives you just enough glow to catch his handsome features.

"What is it, babygirl?" His rugged voice sends a wave of goosebumps down your back. Dean lowly chuckles. "You think twenty years from now I'll still be able to give you goosebumps?" His fingers slowly trail up and down your back enjoying the reaction your body gave him.

Your heart feels as if it might beat out of your chest. Twenty years from now? You and him? You forget what your original thought was after that comment.

"Do you—," you pause to swallow the lump in your throat. "—do you see us still, well I guess just friends, in another twenty years?" You lower your head into his chest as if looking into his eyes and hearing him say anything that might just hurt will make it ten times worse.

Dean leans back just enough to tilt your chin up. The way he holds you close makes you feel as if you might just melt into him permanently.

"Yeah, I do. I don't see any future without you in it," Dean responded confidently.

No hesitancy. No change of tone. Just matter-of-fact.

Sure, that's great and all, but...

"Dean, that's not what I asked," you whispered, bowing your head again beneath his head. "Just forget it." Tucking your hands inward as a barrier between both of your chests, the lump in your throat forms again as you feel your mind going into overdrive.

"I know," Dean answered gruffly. "You think you could be with someone not as smart as a doctor? Someone a decade older than you and may not live a long life alongside you?"

"Dean...,"

"No, (Y/N), that's what you deserve. Someone who will live a long, happy life with you. Someone who can undoubtedly provide for you," Dean responded, a hint of aggravation creeping into his voice.

You ball your fists against his chest. You are about to say something that will probably provoke an argument, but then Dean surprises you.

"You really think I'm the best man for that job, babygirl? Seriously... you deserve better than some rundown, old hunter that still tries to act like he's only twenty-six," Dean huffed out a laugh. You lift your tired gaze up and pull back to see him staring back at you.

"Well, old...eh, yeah....," your evil smirk has him raise a brow at you. "...but rundown, never. Still some power left in that engine of yours," a giggle bubbles up from your mouth, fueling the enchantment you hold over him.

"Yeah, I'll show you old," Dean's chest rumbled with laughter as his fingers tickled your side causing you to burst into a fit of giggles. "I still have some moves you haven't seen, sweetheart."

At that moment, lightning crashes hard outside the window. You instinctively curl into Dean's safe embrace, enjoying the feel of his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. Pressing his forehead against your's, Dean slides a hand up to the back of your neck being ever so soft, but firm. His fingers glide further into your hair giving your damp locks a gentle tug tilting back your head. His lips hesitantly press a kiss on your upper cheek before slowly making their way down to your exposed neck. The elicit moan you let flow from your mouth encourages Dean to gently suck along the curve of your neck.

Arching your body against him, you allow your hands to spread over his chest finding a resting place on his shoulders. Thoughts of your legs thrown over them again sends more heat between your legs. That is until squealing of tires coming to a halt followed by a loud slamming of a car door has you rear back locking eyes with Dean.

"Stay here," Dean said roughly before quickly flipping on the lamp atop the nightstand. He scrambled out of bed slipping on his pants and shirt before grabbing his gun. A loud banging on the front door has your breathing quicken and hands gripping the sheets. Not how you wanted to be gripping the sheets at the moment. "Lock the door behind me, babygirl. I'll be back."

Nodding with tears welling in your eyes, you fumble off the bed and lock the bedroom door the moment Dean closes it. Your feet move you away slowly as you keep your eyes fixated on door. You hear your front door open and slam shut followed by a car peeling off again in the midst of the thunderstorm.

A few minutes later, Dean comes to the bedroom door announcing himself before opening the door. He finds you sitting in the middle of the floor cross-legged and trembling. Hot tears continue to stream down your face upon seeing Dean.

"Oh, sweetheart," Dean sighed as he carefully moved closer to you. He kneels down in front of you brushing away the hair sticking to your face from crying. "Hey, no one was out there. No need to worry," Dean attempted to ease the unspoken fears but the fear he witnesses when you finally meet his gaze makes his heart twist in his chest.

"But..do you think...," you begin but Dean shakes his head. "Dean, I don't like this. I mean, what if...,"

"It's nobody. Come on," Dean stands up offering his hands. He knows exactly where your mind is headed and wants to do his best to prevent you from overthinking. You lazily extend your arms, taking his strong hands to pull you to stand. Immediately, you tuck your arms into your chest falling into Dean's welcoming embrace. "I'll keep you safe," he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head.

Leaning back, Dean's lips press gently against your forehead. He leans down next to your right ear. "Let Daddy put you to bed, babygirl. Whatcha say?" His husky tone sends a tingling sensation throughout your body. You tilt your head back catching the longing desire reflected in his green eyes. Goosebumps pop up along your skin. He hasn't referred to himself as Daddy in a long time.

Flashback

A drunken phone call from Dean one night takes you by surprise, waking you in the middle of the night. It's been a couple of weeks since the two of you last spoke. He's been busy dealing with God aka Chuck and apparently preparing for the end of days, for real this time.

Dean explained how he and Sam are headed to Alaska to get their luck back. He rambles on about things regarding how they have had to live like normal people since they pissed off Chuck.

"Your...luck?"

"Yeah, we aren't heroes anymore in Chuck's story," Dean snorted. A hard clink of glass is heard in the background making you wonder how many times Dean refilled it.

"You'll always be my hero," you realize after saying that how corny it sounded. But then Dean said something that made you clench your thighs tightly together.

"I'll always save you, babygirl. Daddy will always protect you," his tantalizing, dark response had you think back to that one time after purgatory.

"If only Daddy could be here right now," you murmured as your fingers glide over your damp panties. You really wished for him to be there. You needed Dean to touch you like he's done before so long ago. No man has been able to give you the same kind of sinful electricity to course through your veins.

"Say the word, babygirl, I'll get there as fast as my shitty luck allows me to do so," he darkly chuckled. "No matter what is happening or where I am, I will always be there. No one else can ever be your Daddy, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

With those two words, Dean begins to whisper dirty things to you into the phone. The two of you heavy breathing and moaning along while both of you take turns on the elicit, dirty details on the things you wish you could to do each other.

Unfortunately, the next morning the both of you pretended nothing happened when Dean texted to check on you.

"Did you hear me, babygirl?" Dean asked sternly, taking you out of the memory.

"Yeah, just...just restless," you blushed, glancing down at his chest.

"Then let Daddy put you to bed," Dean darkly said before placing a kiss to your forehead.

Well, if he insists....