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You loved your job as a hunter with the Winchesters and their literal guardian angel, but sometimes you needed time away, just as any other normal person would want a break from their jobs.


Blood and guts never bothered you. Hell, all you ever watched were horror films about 90 percent of the time. It was the running around, sitting in the back seat of the Impala, tired, hungry, and covered in Chuck-knows-what. And your strictly vegan diet was hard to keep with all of the trips to fast-food joints and diners between hunts. You didn’t want to see another veggie burger for a while. Sam praised you for being a vegan. Cas didn’t quite get it at first, but now it makes sense to him. Dean teased you about it, calling it “rabbit food” and the like, but it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You liked it when Dean teased you. Not just verbally either.


You had told Dean that you would like to take the next hunt off, and frankly, you missed your friends at the record shop.


Dean was reluctant to let you stay behind. As much as he loved you and as much as he, Sam and Cas needed your help on these things, he could tell you were starting to get over-tired. He also didn’t want you to get seriously hurt.


Even if you did, you would be able to handle it like a champ, but Dean would never forgive himself. You know how he is -- he takes full responsibility when something goes wrong.


Sam wouldn’t be okay either. He knew how much his brother loved you, and he wouldn’t want anything to happen to you either. To be honest, he loved you like you were family already.


It amazed you how Sam and Dean could do this for months at a time. You are just as strong as they are; you just needed time to not be a hunter for a week or two.


You wanted to go back to your other job. The one without the blood and with all of the good music. At least for a while.




The boys had been gone for a little over a week hunting some demons. You stayed in the bunker all by yourself, and it felt strange not having Dean or Sam there with you, but you enjoyed the silence. It was weird being in the bed you shared with him all by yourself, smelling him on your sheets and the clothes you stole from his dresser, but it was kind of relaxing. You missed him a lot, of course, but you weren’t sad about it. You knew that he and Sam would take care of it. They would “gank ‘em,” as your charming lover would say.


You woke up, got dressed in your black jeans with the holes in them, and one of Dean’s old Jethro Tull t-shirts. You loved that band and let’s be honest, you just loved wearing his clothes. His shirts were always so soft and they smelled like him, which is something you loved. It was pretty big on you; it was a bit stretched out due to Dean’s spectacular chest and arms. The neck part exposed your cleavage in the slightest bit if you bent over; nothing too showy. Dean loved it when you wore his clothes. He thought it was the sexiest thing in the world, seeing the fabric loose against your curves that he adored so much. He makes sure he tells you that every chance he gets. Sometimes he gets too carried away and Sam has to tell him to calm down.


You giggle to yourself as you blush at the thought of Dean getting over-excited talking to Sam about how much he loves you (you’ve overheard it once or twice). You did your hair and makeup, brushed your teeth, etc., the normal routine, and did your makeup - gray eyeshadow with a thick black wing extending up to your so-sharp-they-could-kill-you eyebrows, with a brownish red lipstick to match the design on Dean's shirt. You then grabbed your purse and keys from the hook behind the door to your and Dean’s bedroom. You grabbed your last can of Monster from the fridge on your way out to your little black SUV that Cas thought looked like a hearse (you thought that was the best compliment he ever gave you). And off to work you went.




“Hey...I’m looking for the Led Zeppelin album with the song ‘Gallows Pole’ on it” a man about in his 60's asked you as you were standing at the register.


“Oh’re looking for Led Zeppelin III. It’s right over here...I’ll show you,” you say politely as you jerk your head towards the left, motioning toward the ‘L’ section of the store. The man follows you over to the shelves.


“No, I’m looking for Led Zeppelin IV. ‘Gallows Pole’ is on the fourth album,” the man says to you as if you have no idea what you’re talking about.


You look at him quizzically, not quite annoyed but you think to yourself, give him some credit, he probably doesn’t remember the 70’s anyway.


You push away the urge to chuckle to yourself. “Are you sure, sir? I thought that track was on the B side of Led Zeppelin III. I’ll check.” You pull the record from the shelf and out of its sleeve and flip to the second side. “Yup…”Gallows Pole’ is the first track on the second side.” You put the record back into its sleeve and attempt to hand it to the man, when he snatches out of your hand violently, nearly snapping the vinyl in half. You can hear the cracking of the material and you cringe. “Hey! Be careful with that! It’s an original pressing!”


“You young kids think you know everything, don’t you?!” The man yelled. “I lived in the 70’s, and you didn’t.”


“Yes, sir, I am younger than you. I’m a Zeppelin fan myself...I was just showing you what you asked for.”


“Do you happen to know what year Aqualung came out? Since you must know everything about everything, little miss Jethro Tull over here?” he says with eyes on your chest for longer than was comfortable for you.


“First of all, sir, my eyes are up here.” You point to your face as you try to keep from punching this asshole in the throat. “Second of all, I do know what year Aqualung came out. It’s from 1971.”  You look at him with your dagger eyes, but still sounding like you want to keep your job.


“Wow...I guess you do know your stuff.” The man looks you up and down, making you feel really creeped out. He attempts to look down your shirt, and when he can’t see anything, he reaches out to touch your breasts.


Hey! What the hell?!” you scream.


Just in the nick of time, your boss comes over to relieve you.


“Is there a problem?” your boss asks.


“Yes! Your employee tried to make me look stupid! ” the man screamed.


“The man asked me for the Led Zeppelin album that had ‘Gallows Pole’ on it, so I showed it to him. He thought it was on a different record. He also nearly broke the disc when he grabbed it from me. And then he tried to grope me. ” You look at the man, giving him your bitchiest face. The one that makes Dean know you’re actually mad. The one that he says is kind of intimidating.


“I saw that part,” you boss says, glaring at the man.


“She’s a fucking bitch!” the man spits.


“Okay, sir, stop making a scene, and don’t you dare touch anyone again or I’m going to have to remove you myself.” your boss says sternly.


“Fine. I don’t need this today. I’ll never buy from your godforsaken store again!” the man bellows.


Good riddance, you think to yourself.


He tosses the record at you, and you miraculously catch it before the vinyl breaks more than it already has. You take the record out to look at the damage, and you shudder. You hate seeing a piece of art so broken. It makes you feel physically ill.


“Here, I’ll take that. You can go home now. I’ll find someone to take your shift. I’m so sorry this happened,” your boss says to you, almost as if he could have done something more to prevent it.


“It’s okay...he didn’t actually touch me or anything. I pushed his hands away. I’m sorry the record broke…” you say, still mourning the death of this fucking masterpiece of a record. If Dean saw this, he might actually vomit if he saw the damage. Led Zeppelin is his favorite band . Not only that, a creepy man tried to touch his girl. You know how protective he is of you. And you felt pretty close to puking yourself.


“Don’t worry about the record. I’m just glad you’re okay,” your boss says.’re a strong girl and you don’t take any shit from anyone. You took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. You thanked Chuck that Dean wasn’t there to see what had just happened. You were fine. You felt like you needed a shower, though.




You threw your purse and keys on the bed and stripped your clothes off, throwing your jeans, bra and panties into the hamper in the shower room. You leave the shirt out because you decided it isn’t dirty and you still want to wear it.


It finally hit you how much you really miss Dean. You want to be in his strong arms, his loving caress. You want to feel his lips touch yours. You want to hear about how the hunt and the investigations went. You want to hear him tell you how much he missed you while he was gone and how much he loves you.


I want his hands on me. In me. I want his mouth on me...I want all of him in the worst way. It’s been more than a week, and I want, need him.


You needed him. Bad.


You wrap a towel around yourself, and you turn one of the showers on. You stand there for a bit waiting for the water to get hot when you get an idea.


No one’s here...might as well make the best of it. Dean won’t be back for another day or two, most likely.


You walk back through the hallway and into your room. You pull a small bullet vibrator from out of your underwear drawer, and take it with you back into the shower room. You don’t even bother to close the door; no one’s here. Besides, on the off-chance that Dean comes home early (which you hope happens), you want to be able to hear him when he gets here.


He’s gonna like what he sees if he does come home early.


You giggle at the thought and take the towel off of your body and hang it on the railing. You step into the shower and shut the curtain around you. The room fills up with steam and warmth, and you feel better already. You seem to forget about the incident at work today; all you can think about is Dean.


You put your head under the water and wet your hair. The feeling of the hot water coating your body heightens your arousal. You let out a small moan without realizing you did it. You run your hands over your body, covering yourself more with the hot water as you turn yourself to face the shower head. You like how the water feels on your face.


Remember when Dean came on my face?


You gasp as you remember that detail of the last time you and Dean had sex. The last time you guys fucked was animalistic and wild; completely uninhibited. The best sex you’d ever had was with Dean, and you wouldn’t even doubt it for a second. You’ve never had a ‘facial’, and you were positive you wanted another one.


He was yours . And you were his .


I’m his girl, and he can do whatever he wants with me when he gets back.


Without a second thought, you turn and lean against the wall of the shower and move your hands down from your head to your breasts, pinching and twirling a nipple in between forefinger and thumb in each hand. You moan sensually as you feel wet heat pooling between your legs, and you know it’s not just the hot shower.


You take one hand from off of your breast and trace it slowly down your body as you move it down towards your pussy. You spread your legs just enough to feel how wet you are, and you gently, ever so gently, touch your clit with the tip of your middle finger. Just as you start to feel it, you hear someone calling for you from outside of the shower room.




You try to look like you weren’t just touching yourself; you very well might have been caught in the act. You panic and don’t know how long whoever it is was standing there and how much he heard. You push those thoughts away and answer.


“Who is it?”


“It’s Sam. We just got back, and I’m running to the store for a few you need anything while I’m gone?” He sounds like he suspects nothing.


That was close. I was close.


You think about it for a second. “Yeah, a case of Monster and some hair ties, please and thank you! My purse is on our bed...there’s a 20 in my wallet you can take.”


“Okay. Dean’s just unpacking the Impala. He’s almost done. I’ll be back in a bit. Call if you need anything.”


“Thanks Sammy!”


“No problem!”


You hear Sam leave as you start to wet your face and grab your face wash from the rack and pump a glob into your hand and start to watch your face. As your rinse the last bit of soap and makeup from your face, your vibrator falls off of the edge of the tub and it skids across the floor.


You hear footsteps and someone say “Son of a bitch!”


You freak for a split second, but you realize that you recognize that voice.


My baby’s home!


“Couldn’t wait until I got home, huh darlin’?” Dean says with a chuckle as he closes the door behind him, and locks it. Your little bullet vibrator is in his hands. He looks at it and giggles. He sets it on the sink and moves toward you.


Baby! You’re home! I missed you so much! ” You pull him close enough to kiss his lips but you try not to get him wet. Not as wet as you are.


He kisses you back passionately for a few seconds before pulling away. “I can tell! Looks like you were busy before I came back.” He grins and winks at you. You know, the wink.


“No, I was about to, but I didn’t end up doing anything. I just missed you a ton is all.” you say back to him, more seductively than you thought.


“Well, sweetheart, we can change that,” Dean grins. “Care if I join you? It was a long, hard fight, and I just need a shower. And you,” Dean says lovingly. He’s already stripping out of his bloody and dirty clothes, and you make it a point to watch him as he does it.


There’s just something about Dean being all dirty. That nearly godlike sculpted body of his... it does something to you.


Dirty in more ways than man is full of surprises.


“Nope...come right in.” You smile as you admire the view. You look him up and down as he strips off his boxers, and kicks the pile of clothes he made toward the hamper and steps into the shower with you. He spins you around to face him. You look into his gorgeous green eyes for a minute or two before he pulls your face to his and gives you a kiss so deeply passionate your knees give out. Dean catches you and holds you up in those strong arms of his.


“Baby, you’re trembling...why? Are you that excited to see me?” he asks, with that goddamned wink again.


Mm-hmm… ” is all you can get out as you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to at least; he slides his hands down your back to cup your ass and gives it a tight squeeze. You moan louder than you thought, Dean almost growling at you. You can feel his dick beginning to poke your stomach, but being the tease he is, he’s going to make you wait for it.


“So, baby, tell me about work.” Dean says as he puts some shampoo into your hair and begins to work it through.


“It was actually pretty shitty,” you begin to say, but you’re quick to follow it. “Nothing I couldn’t handle though.”


“That’s my girl,” Dean says as he turns your head up to kiss you.


But GOD do his fingers feel so good in my hair.


“Well, tell me all about it, sweetheart. I’m here to listen,” Dean says as he lays kisses trailing from the bottom of your ear to your collarbone. “Turn around so I can rinse your hair.” He gently maneuvers you towards the water and tilts your head back, making sure to not get anything into your eyes.


“Well, there was this one guy who came in today, he had to be in his 60's or something. He came in asking for the Led Zeppelin album that had ‘Gallows Pole’ on it,” you say as he puts some body wash onto a pouf and begins to scrub your shoulders, back, neck, and arms.


“The third album, B-side,” he said, as if it was common knowledge for everyone on Earth, like saying the sky is blue. In your case, it was.


Dean scrubs your body gently, making sure to touch you all over as he does, arousing you more and more, and you’re beginning to forget what you were talking about. And you can feel him getting harder as well.


“That’s what I said! But this guy -- hnnnng -- didn’t believe me. The idiot thought it was on the -- ooohhhh -- fourth album…” Dean ditched the pouf and now he’s just moving his hands all over your body, up and down, not letting any spot of skin be untouched, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “ Mmmmm... I’m sorry, baby... what was I talking about…


“I just think it’s the hottest thing ever,” Dean says, his touches getting heavier.


Hnnnnnngggg...what is, baby?” You’re so aroused you can only speak in moaning.


“That you like the same music I do. It’s just hot. It’s fucking sexy.


He pulls you to him and kisses you again, rougher than before, his tongue wrestling with yours. You pull away from the kiss.


My turn.


“Hey babe...kneel down for me...I can’t wash your hair from here.” you say, because you want to return the favor, and you weren’t blessed with having tall person genes, like, say, Sam for example. Dean towered over you as well, Sam was just really tall.


“That too, small you are. It’s sexy. ” Dean says as he kneels down onto the floor of the bathtub so you can wash his hair.


You giggle at that as you scrub his hair like he did with you, making him moan back. You scratch the nape of his neck because you know he loves that.


“Well, you’re big in all the right places, if you know what I mean,” Dean says, with another fucking wink. If he winks one more time you might lose it. You can feel it between your're so fucking horny it's actually painful.


You decide to play along. If he’s going to tease you, you’re going to tease him right back. 


“You mean like my hips? My thighs? Tits? Ass? ” you answer, making it a point to accentuate each word as slowly and as sexually as you can, kissing and nibbling at his neck as you wash his hair, making him shiver.


Mm-hmm... I love all of’re fucking perfect.


You finish washing Dean’s hair and you have him stand back up so you can wash the rest of his body. You’re going to drag this shower out as long as you possibly can. You can feel that the water it losing a lot of its warmth, but the heat between the two of you makes up for it. You touch him and kiss him like there's no tomorrow, and he reciprocates every kiss you give him. He bites down on the space between your neck and shoulder and you squeal, making him moan in response.


Hnnnnnng...I love you too.” You kneel down, slowly, kissing his collarbone, his chest, his abs and his hips on the way down, gripping onto him tightly and dragging your black nails down his gorgeous body . Suddenly, you're eye level with his beautiful cock. "You're big, take my breath away every time I look at you." You make eye contact with him as you lick him up and down a few times. He’s fucking delicious.


Just like always.


He moans and closes his eyes as he threads his fingers through your hair again. You take him into your mouth, little by little because let’s face it, it’s impressively bigger than you’ve ever had, you had to be careful to not gag yourself. You suck him off, listening to the sinful sounds rolling off of his tongue to gauge what to do with your mouth. A guttural groan means keep going; the louder he groans, the faster you suck him and lick him. You cup his balls in your hands as you do this, and you can tell you are driving him absolutely insane.


"Sweetheart, wait..."  He makes you stop. “That’s it…”


You whine, and he pulls you up and kisses your lips, tasting himself on your mouth.


“Babydoll, as much as I love your pretty little mouth, I need to make you cum first, baby. I have to.


At that moment, he shut the water off, and got out of the shower, lifting you out with him effortlessly as if you weigh nothing. He carried you into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him, kissing you violently as he does this. He hurries up and puts his Led Zeppelin II record on, putting the needle on “The Lemon Song,” your favorite Led Zeppelin song. Hearing you sing along to the mixtape that Cas made him a while back was what made him fall in love with you all over again.


You make out with each other like horny teenagers until he hooks his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you again. Pinning you against your bedroom wall, you wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you grip his broad shoulders tightly for dear life. Holding you with one arm against the wall, he uses his free hand to find your slit and swirl a finger around in it, slowly.


“Jesus fucking Christ baby you’re so fucking wet, ” Dean moans as he plays with you, eliciting many a gasp and whimper from you. "You're dripping on me."


“Dean...please, baby...take me to our bed…”


He doesn’t hesitate for a second as he takes you to the bed and tosses you onto it like a ragdoll, making sure not to hurt you.


Not too bad.


You giggle; you love it when Dean throws you around. He spreads your legs and gets in between them. He holds your thighs down and begins to go down on you, eating you up as if you were a slice of cherry pie. And you know how much he loves his pie.


You are no longer capable of more than a few words at a time. He removes one hand from your thigh and swings your leg over his shoulder to get at you better. He sucks and nibbles on your clit for a few seconds, and sits up for a minute to look at how undone you are. He slides one long finger inside you and curls it up.


“You are so beautiful, you know that?”


“Please Dean...more…” Your hips buck up against his wrist, and he smiles ferociously.


“You don’t need to tell me more than once, babe.”


One more finger glides inside of you to work in tandem with the other one, forefinger and middle finger scissoring inside you as he licks and nips at your clit some more. You can feel that you are very close to release, and he can tell by the wild noises you’re making.


“Do you have any clue how fucking hot you sound?


“Oh my God...Dean...fuck...harder, baby, I’m gonna cum!”


"Go right ahead, darlin'. Let go...cum for me."


And at that moment, your orgasm came tearing through your body with shivers and quakes, making you scream your most pornographic obscenities and writhe underneath Dean’s tongue and his fingers. You gush all over him...all over his wrists and forearms. You have to hold onto his head, pulling his hair to keep yourself somewhat steady. 


"Wow , baby, I’ve seen you squirt for me, but you’re never gushed like this must have really missed me.” Dean says from between your thighs.


You are incapable of speaking as Dean works you through your orgasm, lapping up what didn’t fall onto the sheets and the floor. Once your orgasm is over, Dean slowly pulls his fingers out of you and he crawls on top of you. You flip him over onto his back and you straddle him.


“Come on, baby, until the juice runs down my leg, ” you say as you have Dean rub the tip of his cock on your soaked clit while you straddle him. You move your hips back and forth, moaning sensually, breath hitching in your lungs every time the tip grazes your clit.


“You quote Led Zep’s dirtiest song during sex? I really am the luckiest man on the fucking planet.


“Yup, now fuck me.


Dean flipped you onto your back and pounced on you like a fucking tiger, and plowed into you as hard as he could, making you scream in pleasurable pain.


Dean was fucking you so hard that the headboard was smacking against the wall. You didn’t notice Sam knocking on the door. He had just come home.


“Baby, let’s cum together.” Dean said, out of breath but showing no signs of slowing down.


"Hnnnnnggg fuck yeah, baby! Harder! Faster! Make me sore!"


“Jesus, you guys…” Sam swallowed. He should have known...they're usually fucking if Led Zeppelin is blasting in their room.


Dean thrusts in and out of you with utter abandon. Your pussy only goes back so far, and Dean hits your G-spot with every move he makes.  You can feel him chasing his own orgasm as you feel your second creeping up on you, ready to burst.


"FUCK, sweetheart you feel so fucking good...I'm gonna cum really hard...are you ready for it?"  Your dripping everywhere, leaving a puddle underneath where you lay.


"YES, baby...cum for me...I'm so close too!"


Sam walked back down the hall hearing you and Dean have your mind-blowing synchronized orgasms. 


Dean's groaning and swearing. Your screaming and moaning of his name.


One after another after another. He can hear you both from the damn kitchen.


“I should’ve known why Dean wanted to stay here,” Sam said.


With the sound of fluttering feathers, Castiel appears in the kitchen with Sam.


“Ah, they’re having intercourse again, aren’t they?” Castiel asks with a straight face. "Is that what I'm hearing?"


“Yup, and apparently have been since I left hours ago.” Sam rolls his eyes.


“Why does it sounds so painful?” Castiel is genuinely concerned. "It sounds like a murder."


“Because it probably is...she’s a small girl.” Sam says, stifling laughter. “Technically she’s being impaled.”


“Impaled?! We should stop it…” He turns to go to the bedroom.


“Cas, no, stay here. They’ll wear themselves out eventually.”


The joke was on Sam and guys fucked each other into oblivion...all night and all morning.




You follow Dean out to the kitchen and Sam is standing against the cupboards, cup of coffee in hand, smirking. He sees that you're walking with a bit of a limp, and the buttons on Dean's flannel isn't closed right around your body. He also sees how happy both of you are. And how exhausted. And how your voice is a bit hoarse from screaming Dean's name over and over last night and this morning. Sam knows because he could hear it.


“Wow, you guys finally done fucking?” Sam asks.


“What? I can’t fuck my girlfriend in my own home?” Dean says, trying to sound defensive.


“My legs hurt,” you say. “Very much worth it though. Next time remind me to put pillows under me.”


“You guys are insane.” Sam chuckles. “I could hear you all the way from the kitchen. And Cas heard, too. He thought you were murdering her."


“Good.” Dean chimes back, turning to look at you. “It takes two know...have hardcore sex.”


There’s that goddamned wink again.


"They don't call it "a little death" for nothing, Sammy." you say, making Sam blush as you tousle his hair on your way past him. You have to stand fully on your tiptoes to do it, but it gets your point across.


"I guess not." Sam clears his throat and leaves the room. He's probably going to jack off to everything he just heard, if he hadn't last night or this morning. 


After Sam heard your sensual, primal, almost painful screams of pleasure, he couldn't help himself. He knew how lucky Dean is. 


I'm a really lucky girl. 




Dean decided to take you to a nice park and made a cute picnic for the two of you, complete with vegan sandwiches he made himself, simply because he loves you that much.


Dean was nervous for some reason.


“Babe, are you okay? You look like you’re having a hard there something I should worry about?” you ask him. You’ve seen him nervous before...but this wasn’t Dean’s kind of nervous.


“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. I just want to make this perfect.” He stands up and offers his hand to you so you can stand up with him.


“You already are perfect!” you say, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.


“That’s not what I meant…”




“Okay... son of a bitch goes.” Dean gets down on one knee and take your left hand into both of his, and pulls a small black box out of his pocket. “You are the world to me. I would be nothing without you. You have made me a better man just by giving me the time of day, let alone letting me be with you...and I want it to stay this way forever.” He pauses to wipe a tear from his eye. “Will you marry me?”


You gasp and clap a hand to your mouth as you begin to cry. You are the happiest woman alive.


“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” you exclaim through the most joyous tears you’ve ever cried.


And with that, you and your fiance, Dean Winchester, from that moment forward, lived the greatest lives two hunters could ever live.