The One You've Been Waiting For

Dean wraps his hands around your hips and encourages your body to turn around. He leads you to the bed, standing over you as you climb in.

"Aren't you coming?" You asked over your shoulder as you crawled onto the bed on all fours.

"Are you purposely putting your ass on display for me, sweetheart?" Dean commented gruffly, meeting your gaze as you give him a smirk over your shoulder.

"I would never," you playfully gasp, slowly lowering your body onto the bed with your ass arching in the air. You hear a low growl coming from the man staring at you, desperately wishing he would make the ache between your legs disappear.

"Wait," Dean demanded in a sharp tone. "Don't move."

You don't move an inch. With your ass up in the air and resting yourself on your forearms, you anxiously wait for Dean to say or do anything. Listening to the thunder and lightning crack above in the night sky, you also hear footsteps and rustle of clothes.

The bed then dips behind you. You bite your lip in anticipation. For a second, if this is going where you are hoping, that it's wrong considering what happened earlier in the night. Then again, this is Dean. Not some random stranger. You and Dean have always been connected, just never truly together per society's standards.

Your hips welcome home a familiar pair of strong, calloused hands that have studied your body more than anyone ever has. Even in the short time the two of you shared of intimacy after he returned from purgatory, Dean barely removed his touch from your welcoming body.

Dean slowly drags a warm hand around to your ass, rubbing his palm gently against the flesh covered by your panties. He runs his hand down between your legs, pushing aside the fabric and letting his fingers glide over the slick heat that's begging for him. Dean presses his thumb against your clit, enjoying the sounds of ecstasy flowing from your mouth.

"Damn, babygirl, already wet for Daddy, are we?" Dean's voice is thick with dominance. It has your inner good girl begging to be released to him.

You've missed his touch. His possession over your body. The way he owns your heart and soul despite how much you fight against it.

Dean takes away his touch and grips ahold of your hips. It's firm, but gentle. He pushes up the baggy t-shirt that is covering your breasts up towards your head to be removed. He gives a tight pinch to one of your nipples causing you to moan. Despite how much you push back against him, he doesn't give you what you want— yet.

"See, I have a big problem, Princess. A very big problem," he groans, teasing you with the head of his swollen cock against your ass. The tip of his hardened member rubs lower, teasing a hint of your slick heat that his cock finds by pushing aside your panties. "With everything that has happened tonight, I want to take it slow. Take my time worshiping your body that I have missed."

"Please," you begged, pushing your ass up against him harder. "I need you. I know Daddy can make me feel better," you coyly taunt him. Dean lets out a deep growl that has your toes curl into the sheets. Then, a firm hand to your right ass cheek has you flinch and yelp.

"Trying to be serious, babygirl. If we do this—," Dean paused. He lets out a short exhale that has you take note on his change in demeanor. You then feel him wrap a hand around your lower belly bringing you upright against his chest. He nips at your earlobe. "We aren't going back to the way things were between us," Dean whispered into your ear. Your heart changes its rhythm hearing his declaration. "I'm not letting you go again. You're mine. You've always been mine, babygirl."

Dean slides his hand down from your stomach to between your legs. Without second thought, he guides his fingers to your clit. He presses against it, enjoying how you push back against him wanting to feel more than just bit of a touch. You whimper and wiggle feeling his fingers tease your slick folds. His finger teases your entrance but he does not let it slide inside like you desire.

"You promise?" You breathed as your neck tilted back for Dean's lips to continue exploring. Dean then withdraws his hand from between your legs.

"Lay back, sweetheart."

Obeying his command, you lay back with a sudden pit of nerves. Dean repositions also and lays on his side, propping himself up with his arm. His other arm drapes over you to pull you closer.

"Look at me," Dean said lowly. As your gaze hesitantly switches over to his, Dean's eyes soften as the two of you hold a connection. "I know I have made mistakes with you. Ones that haunt me day and night. It eats me up inside that I have hurt you because of my damn insecurity when it comes to us," he sighed heavily.

Clearing his throat, Dean continued with exaggerated confidence, "I'll fight anything. Anywhere. Anytime," he gives you a sharp look that comes across more adorable than serious. You draw in your bottom lip between your teeth biting back a grin.

Dean drops his head for a moment, puffing out a quick, short breath. His gaze flickers up at you having your stomach develop butterflies. With the soft glow from the lamp, the flash of vulnerability is visible upon that handsome face of his but you pretend you do not see it for his sake.

"But you," Dean huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "...you scare the hell out of me because you make me feel that I can have a happy ending. That just maybe all the good I've done has cancelled out the bad I've had to do throughout my life. You give me hope, sweetheart."

Glossy eyes stare back at Dean hearing his unbelievable confession. You've dreamt of moments like this with the man who saved you so long ago. Maybe your nightmare is finally over living without him.

"I've fought with my wires getting crossed in my head for as long as I can remember. Mistaking one thing for something else just to protect myself so I can do my job of protecting others. Things like frustration, fear, love," Dean said quietly, settling more into the comfort of the bed with you in his arms.

"I'm tired of pretending, (Y/N). Whatcha say? We do this. You and me," Dean's hopeful request has you turn towards him. The two of you lay together holding a firm and fiery gaze.

You give him your answer.

Sliding a hand up around to the nape of his neck, you nudge him forward to lock his lips into a deep kiss of promise. A promise to be the one Dean will always want to come home to no matter what happens. The two of you will rise above together and make a future that the both of you have been longing after since the day you met.

That neither one of you ever have to be alone anymore and will handle whatever life throws your way. Together.

The rumbling of the thunderstorm begins to fade out with only a trickle of rain hitting against the roof. Sounds of heavy breathing and pleasurable moans take over the bedroom as you and Dean allow yourselves to finally give in. Wandering hands and passionate kisses shared with each other. Dean hovers over keeping you protectively enclosed as if it's his own little cage. His fingers tug at your head tilting your neck for him to run his tongue along the curve of your neck. He lowers his body in a calculated move with one hand wrapped around your hip while the other one joins his mouth giving your breasts much needed attention.

Dean slides his hand down between your thighs, using his fingers to tease your slick heat just enough to make you buck your hips for more than just a simple touch. His teeth tug at your hardened nipples, gently sucking on them enjoying your moans of pleasure. As he makes his way down your stomach, Dean flickers his sultry eyes up towards you for silent approval. Arching your lower back, you give him a smirk that gives him the green light.

"Lift your hips, babygirl." As you do so, Dean pulls down the last piece of clothing keeping the two of you from being completely skin to skin. He tosses them across the room without barely moving from his position.

Dean takes a moment to admire the glistening heat eagerly awaiting him. He moves his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking gently against your skin before dragging his tongue to your wet pussy. His tongue moves expertly against your slick heat, alternating between him lapping up the juices and sucking against your swollen clit. Dean slides in two fingers while keeping his mouth devoted to tasting your sweet juices. Bucking your hips, you begin to feel the electrifying sensation peaking its point of reaching pure bliss. What you don't notice though, is Dean's heated gaze flickering up watching your chest heave up and down along with the raw, carnal desire etched across your face. That turns him on more than anything. He missed watching you lose control and let him take you to erotic paradise.

"Fuck!" You cried out feeling a sudden crash of pleasure take over. Your eyes squeeze shut before being blown open by the insatiable sensation flowing through your body. Dean sucks harder against your swollen clit while his fingers curled up perfectly inside your drenched pussy. The way you tighten around him has him yearning to be buried inside you.

As your breathing slowly begins to even out, Dean licks up every gush covering your pussy. He kisses up your belly while his hands grasped at your hips. Dean brushes his knuckles against your cheek, admiring the devoted, yet sinful reflection in your eyes. His lips drop to your's in a hungry fashion. Teeth gently tug at your bottom lip earning a low whimper that sends more fire through Dean's veins. Every little sound you make pushes him to further euphoric greed.

His needy kisses continue. "I'm ready to claim you again, babygirl. This time, I'm not walking away. You're mine," a deep growl rumbles from his chest. It vibrates against your flushed, sweaty skin. His lips brush against your lips before leaning next to your ear. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You nod along with a whimper, but Dean darkly chuckles shaking his head. "Nah uh, babygirl, use your words. Are you ready?"

"Yes," you weakly whined your answer. Dean meets your glossy eyed gaze as he readies himself against your glistening heat. You tilt your hips eagerly wanting to feel him inside you again. It is pure torture having him right there waiting impatiently for him to fuck you.

Dean grins evilly as he leans back into position, his hands jerking you by the hips closer to him. His hands sprawl up your thighs as your legs naturally relax, your knees falling to the side. "You still on the pill?" Dean leans over you with a hand sliding up behind your neck. His fingers go into your hair, tugging them for you to look at him.

"Yes, Daddy. I haven't—no one else has—," you suddenly feel a deep crimson take you over and it's not from the constant sexual worshipping. Dean's green eyes widen then narrow into a sultry gaze. "I've used condoms with anyone after you. It felt wrong to let someone else...you know, claim me like you did," your confession accelerates his heart rate. Not only does it turn him on, but fuels a fire of jealousy. The slightest thought of any other man touching you sexually has him release a possessive growl from his chest. Dean then crushes his mouth against your's in a demanding kiss. When he pulls back just enough to see your hooded gaze locked on him, Dean begins to guide himself slowly into your begging pussy.

As soon as Dean slides himself inside you, he brings his other hand up to cup your cheek. The two of you begin falling into an intense rhythm, fueled by moans and a burning desire to be one again. You have forgotten how big Dean is and the way he stuffs you full of his dick has you questioning if you will be able to walk right in the morning.

"Fuck, babygirl, I've missed you. I swear you have gotten tighter," Dean said gruffly, thrusting harder while watching your head tilt back in bliss.

The sounds you make encourage Dean to go faster. He brings one of your legs up and hook it around his hip keeping his strong hand on the outside of your thigh possessively. You swear he is trying to bury himself so deep into you in order for your body to never forget him. The way the two of you stay in a ravish, electric connection makes you drunk with love. You've always cared for him and it has become deeper over the years. He knows you, better than you know yourself. Dean's power over your body has you give up control and enjoy the freedom you feel when you are with him. He worships your body just like he says. His hands wonder every inch while he dives deeper inside you.

The two of you continue rolling around in the sex soaked bedsheets. His throbbing cock barely leaves your drenched pussy as your bodies rocked together over and over. Rolling on top of him, never letting your hands waver from his body. The way Dean watches you in awe as you ride him has you feel empowered. The grunts and groans he elicits encourages your hips to rock faster. With your head tilted back and eyes closed, you grind harder needing that release. He feels your tight pussy pulsating and clenching around him. Dean grabs ahold of your hips forcing you to a halt.

Your eyes flutter open to a sinful grin upon Dean's rugged, handsome face. "No, babygirl, not yet," he growled before wrapping his arms around your back and rolling you beneath him.

He slams into you hard enjoying how you cry out in pleasure. With one hand cradling the back of your head and the one massaging feverishly at your breast, Dean pounded your body into the mattress that has you back at the brink of orgasm. His hand leaves your breast to reach down and play with your clit as he continues to thrust deeper into your soaked pussy.

Dean suddenly slows his rhythm, pushing back the soaked hair across your face. His eyes soften as he drinks you in. Your mouth parts noticing the shift in his demeanor. Something in the alluring moment has you both feel as if everything around you in the world has faded away. That all the monsters, bad people, and evil entities in the world have finally left you two alone. Dean captures your lips in a euphoric kiss as he begins thrusting harder again. Unlike earlier, his moves are smooth but fierce. Dean's breathing becomes more ragged as he pushes his forehead against your own. With a firm grip on your hip, Dean pounds you harder into the mattress whispering his possessiveness against your mouth.

"Never going to let you go again, sweetheart. You're mine," Dean breathes. "You belong to me. No one else, you understand?" You can only nod as you feel yourself clench around his hardened cock diving deeper inside you. A burst of pleasure pushes your lower back upwards has you cling onto Dean. "That's it, babygirl. Come for Daddy," he grunted, tugging your bottom lip again with his teeth.

As you give your body to him, Dean intensely explodes inside you as he gives one final thrust. His whole body shudders against yours, wrapping his arms tightly around you as if he's afraid you might disappear the moment he opens his eyes. You both ride out the high orgasmic bliss that you brought on with one another. You nuzzle into his neck keeping your arms locked around him. What you have longed for many sleepless nights is finally next to your heart again. After a minute or so, Dean clears his throat.

"Sweetheart?" Dean asked, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes. "How do you feel?"

"Whole again," you answered honestly. "Something I haven't felt in a long time."

With eyes full of hope, a smile spreads across his lips before he delicately kisses you. He withdraws himself from you earning a cute whimper that has him chuckle between your kiss.

"Don't worry, babygirl. Daddy isn't going anywhere. I promise," Dean said lowly. He breaks the kiss and moves off of you carefully. He takes a couple of steps before stopping to glance over his shoulder.

"Don't move," Dean gruffly said before proceeding to the bathroom. You do as you're told wondering what he is doing. It then dawns on you hearing the water running.

Your smile reaches your ears as you shake your head relaxing into the bed. When Dean returns, he kneels on the bed and skillfully moves towards you. He lowers himself between your soaked heat and inner thighs. He gently cleans you up like he's done in the past. Well, that one weekend that is. Now you know in your heart this isn't just a few nights of pleasure and then he will disappear. No, it's different this time. You can feel it deep down that this is for real.

"All done," Dean said. He places a kiss on your inner thigh before disappearing again to the bathroom. Once he returns, he slips on his boxers and flips off the lamp. "C'mere," he gestured with opened arms as he laid his head on the pillow. You curl up beside him, tucking yourself into his protective embrace. Dean places a kiss on top of your head. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. You're safe."