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“What’s your name, Darlin’?” Your tall handsome savior asked.
Such a mundane question in the wake of heart-stopping terror and disturbing violence felt inconceivable.
”Y/N .” You heard yourself respond.
Kind eyes of molten gold and olive green gazed into yours.You were transfixed.
“That’s a beautiful name.” He commented leading you calmly through the room with his hand at the small of your back.
“What’s your name?”Your voice sounded steadier than you felt, but if he noticed how shaken up you were, he didn’t show it.
“Name’s John.John Winchester.” He told you with a disarming grin.
“How did you know how to stop them?I tried everything.I even stabbed a pole through it, but it kept coming.”You rambled.
The shock of what you had witnessed was starting to wear off.He sighed but didn’t stop moving.
“It’s complicated.How about right now we just focus on getting you out of here?” He suggested leading you out the back door.
The old pick up rumbled loudly down Highway 290.It wasn’t until he pulled into the parking lot of a sleazy looking motel that you started to worry.
Holy shit!
You didn’t know this man.You didn’t know what he was capable of.
Well…that wasn’t entirely true.You knew he was capable of killing those things whatever they were.
Oh Great!A+ decision making skills, Y/N!
He put it in park and turned watching me contemplatively for a quiet moment.
O-kay don’t panic don’t panic don’t-
“So, normally I don’t do this.I get in, kill the evil son’s of bitches, and then get the hell out of town, but… I gotta tell you, in all my years doing this, I never seen a civi that could handle themselves that well against a monster.”
“A what?”
“A monster.A ghoul.”He repeated solemnly.
“They’re creatures that generally hang around grave yards feeding on the flesh of the dead but when they seek vengeance like that particular monster, there’s no telling.”
“Feed…on the flesh…of the dead?”
He nodded giving you a look that made your cheeks burn.
“You know, I think we should have this conversation, after we get a couple of drinks in you.”
So many questions came to mind that you hardly had time to think about them before a new one came up.
Was this real? Was he crazy? Were you?
The thing that attacked you had seemed very real. ‘Ghoul’ he’d called it.Maybe this was a dream…?
“You, uh might wanna get cleaned up.” He told you interrupting your thoughts.And there it was again, that charming grin.
“Mhmmm” You murmured helpless against the pair of warm hazel eyes trained on yours.
His tongue licked lightly at the corner of his mouth and your eyes followed the movement. John leaned in close.You didn’t move away.His face was just inches from yours.If You leaned forward a little bit-
The popping sound of the lock on the passenger door being pulled up snapped you out of your reverie.
“You feelin’ okay, Kid?”He asked amused.
“I feel fine.”You grumbled making to get out of the truck.
You followed him to his motel room watching as he unlocked the door with large steady hands. Then followed him into the room berating yourself internally for thinking of the many ways a man like him might put such capable hands to use.
“Bathroom’s right over there, Kid.”
He gestured to the door on your left.You cringed at the appellation, but ducked into the bathroom anyway closing the door behind you. What You saw in the mirror made you gasp.Not even in your worst nightmares had you ever seen yourself so disheveled.There were blood stains all over your dress.Drying patches of it on your arms, neck, and face.You even had bloody bits and pieces of ghoul in your hair.Turning away from the mirror, You peeled off the dress and shimmied out of your ripped up panty hose.You unclasped your bra and pulled down your underwear.Then kicked your ruined clothes into a messy pile before getting into the shower.
Under the warm water, You began to feel good again.The more you scrubbed the better you felt. By the time You were done, You were no longer freaking out.You turned off the water stepping out of the tub to find that John had taken away the pile of ruined clothes but left you a towel.
You rang your hair out over the sink and did your best to dry it with the towel.Your reflection looked the same way it had before you left the house that morning, but You didn’t feel like the same person.
Together your reflection and you considered the facts.Something evil had walked into the store today and brutally murdered your co-worker.If John Winchester hadn’t come in to help you when he did.You wouldn’t be alive.You glanced down at the towel in your hand contemplatively and your reflection seemed to agree with the idea.Carefully folding in the edge,You wrapped the towel around you.
He was just stepping back into the room when you opened the door. You didn’t say anything.Just watched him close the door behind him a brown paper bag in his hand.His eyes met yours for the briefest moment before he noticed how little You were wearing.Then he got caught up taking in the rest of you.His eyes moved slowly down your body.You noticed his throat work as he swallowed, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
“Enjoy your shower?”John inquired freeing a bottle of low grade whisky from the bag and setting it on the table.
“Yes.” You replied taking a seat. “I did.”
“I can lend you some clothes?” He poured three fingers of whiskey into each of the cheap plastic cups he had set on the table.
”I wasn’t sure if you’d mind.” You lied picking up the small white cup.
He sat down in the chair opposite you and took a sip regarding you thoughtfully.
“That so?” He drawled meeting your gaze.
It was a challenge.You didn’t dare look away.You had a feeling that John Winchester had an aversion to weakness and the last thing you wanted was for him to size you up and find you lacking.However, his unwavering stare was beginning to make you feel self conscious.You took a sip of the honey colored liquor for courage.
“Why are you taking it so hard on me, Kid?” He sounded almost strained.
“It’s Y/N.” You reminded him taking another sip.
He took a deep breath and smiled.
“I’m trying to do the right thing here, Y/N.”
Ordinarily a statement like that would be reason enough for you to back down, but your towel had slipped lower during the conversation and John’s eyes were no longer on yours when he spoke.
“And what exactly is the right thing, John?”You knew full well that you had the upper hand.
“Get you some clothes, drop you off at your place.”
“Mmm...I get the feeling you aren’t all that keen on that idea.”
“I saved your life.All that’s left for me to do is give you a ride home.”He seemed torn, but from the way his gaze kept traveling from your lips to your cleavage You knew it wasn’t much of a battle.
”Or I could spend the night thanking you for saving my life.”
“I’d be taking advantage.”
“No.You wouldn’t.”
“This conversation is getting old fast, Kid.” He sounded as frustrated as You felt.
“So it’s back to ‘kid’ now?”
“By comparison.” He sighed running his hand over his eyes wearily.
You put the cup back on the table and stood.
“That’s not entirely true.”You told him taking off the towel and letting it drop to the ground.
You heard a sharp in take of breath and watched his expression change.His eyes roamed over your figure, pupils blown wide with desire.Without another word, You climbed into his lap and pressed your lips to his.His hands were on you in an instant kneading and caressing your hips and ass.
“Fuck.” He cursed gruffly.“How old are you?”
“Old enough.” You murmured against his lips.
“That’s what they all say.”He contested breaking the kiss.
You huffed offended at the implication.
“Answer the question, Y/N.” The deep growl of his voice sent shivers down your spine.
After a moment's hesitation you leaned in and whispered your answer in his ear.
“Jesus, ” John muttered palming your breast in his large warm hand.“Barely legal.”
“Hey, I’m old enough to buy my own liquor.”
"Not by much.”
“A discussion for another time?” You suggested kissing and nibbling at his neck.
“What?” He grunted, one hand in your hair the other massaging your breast.
“After.” You told him tugging the button up shirt he had on down his shoulders.
John kissed you roughly almost sloppily.You could feel his insistent erection against the back of your thigh begging for attention and it thrilled you.Men like John Winchester didn’t need much in their lives to get by, but tonight he needed you.Warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought.
You ran your hands over the muscles of his back, his biceps and reveled in the simple pleasure of skin to skin contact.
“You’re nothin’ but trouble, you know that?” He murmured against your collar bone.
You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed.
He kissed your breast lightly.His tongue slipped out running over your nipple slow and tantalizing.
“Damn, you taste good.” His warm breath against your damp skin sent a little wave of pleasure rolling down your body.
You began kneading his erection through the rough fabric of his jeans and ground your ass against the hard length.The teasing didn’t stop. John continued nibbling, licking, sucking on your nipples and breasts until your breathing became ragged.Your pussy was almost wet enough to drip.You leaned back just enough to unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper freeing his thick cock from his jeans.You made to mount him, loving the thick ridged length of his dick already.You felt like you were falling.You gasped as he tipped you forward the only thing holding you in place, his arm around your waist.
“I’m not that kind of man.” He drawled.
“Wh-wha?” You sputtered as he lay you down on the mattress.
“I am always on top.” He growled as he sank into you.
“Haaa…aah..” You became incoherent then.
Every sound he drew out of you was a testimony to the pleasure he elicited with each and every thrust.When you thought you might reach orgasm, you began to push your hips up against his. John held you down firmly to stop you.
“Not yet.” His gruff voice, and mesmerizing eyes filled with hunger were very nearly your undoing.To your surprise, he drew back, pulling out of you. You groaned in disappointment.
“I-I won’t do it again.” Your voice sounded whiny and you hated it, but You needed him. The whisper of a smile passed across his lips as he kneeled there between your thighs.
“I wouldn’t leave you like that, Baby.” He assured you.
You looked on as he kissed his way down your stomach and then his head was between your thighs. He kissed you wetly, open mouthed and you whimpered at the delectable sensation. He licked and sucked at the swollen skin and this time he didn’t pull away when you grinded yourself against his tongue.
“Mmmm” He hummed as if he’d never tasted anything as good as you. John sucked on your clitoris and You lost yourself. A tide of euphoria drowned you in blissful feelings.
“Fuck, John, oh John.” You cried out holding onto his hands where they were gripping your thighs.
You lay there drunk on him and the way he made you feel as he made his way back up your body.Your eyes stayed on his as he thrust back into you seeking his pleasure now.His thick cock slid into you a little more easily than it had before, your cum coating his shaft.He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue imitating the movements of your lower bodies only served to re-ignite the embers of your ardent desire for him. Your thighs trembled as he quickened the pace, fucking you in earnest. The incredibly arousing sound of his balls slapping against your ass drew a whimper from your throat.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? My cock deep in this nice tight pussy?” His deep voice sent shivers through you.
He pulled out just to sink back in, rolling his hips.
“Nnn…yes.” You moaned not caring how needy you sounded this time.“God, yes.”
John thrust deeper into you making you cry out and you couldn’t hold back any longer.Your walls clenched tightly around his dick as a second orgasm, rocked you, taking you to a place of exquisite ecstasy.He called your name as he came.You watched in a daze as he reached his peak cumming deep inside you, leaving you feeling wondrously full.
“Why am I trouble?” You asked later that night, as you lay tangled together beneath the thin bed sheet.
“What?” He murmured sleepily.
“You said I was nothing but trouble, why?” You persisted running your fingers down his arm and back up to his shoulder in a lazy caress.
“What it means, is that you’re the keepin’ kind and a hunter’s got a short life span.” He replied letting out a yawn.
“What does that mean for me?” You wondered out loud.
“Don’t worry about tomorrow, Kid.”He told you. "Trust me.It's nights like this that make life worth living."
You weren't entirely sure what he meant. John kissed the top pf your head and held you close. You drifted to sleep, clinging to the notion that you would never forget John Winchester and the night you had spent together.