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When Charlie came home in a blind panic muttering some shit about monsters and shape shifters and murder, you really thought she officially lost her fuckin’ mind.
“Berry you don't fucking get it! I need to go. You need to go. Pack your shit- now. We're leaving.” Charlie ripped through her room as you stood at the doorway, arms crossed trying not to call an ambulance and take her to the looney bin.
“Yeah okay, you playing too much of one of your games again? Are you having a mental break? Cause if you're going insane I can just drive you to the hospital myself.” You try to joke but the way the fear flashes through her eyes makes you second guess yourself. You haven't seen that look since your parents died.
Shit.
Her phone buzzes incessantly on the bed while she runs around throwing random shit haphazardly into her suitcase. When she notices her eyes go wide, the fear almost doubles down in her eyes.
“Don't fucking say a word.” She narrows her eyes at you and slides the green pick up button across the front of her screen.
“Hello?... Yeah I went home early… Oh no I'm alright! Just cramps. Bad cramps. Time of the month yanno?... Yes sir… I'll see you on Monday… Bye!” You could only hear her side of the call but god she is a bad liar.
“Cramps? Really?” You raise your eyebrow at her and you don't even think she notices your amused glance.
“Men are inherently grossed out by periods. It's just the easiest thing to say when you don't want any questions.” She whips around, her eyes scanning the room looking for who knows what at this point.
“Yeah I know. Used that excuse plenty of times to get out of PE. Never work though. Gotta try that sometime.”
“Berry please. Can you just go pack your stuff so we can get the hell out of dodge?”
“Sure whatever, can we do this little vacation somewhere nice though? California's always got good weather. Or Florida. Eh but I really hate the wet heat. And driving. Oh! Let's go to New York! There's so many cool spots I can take you to.” You're rambling but you walk into your room as she trails behind you.
“I don't give a shit where we go but we have to go now.” Charlie urges you to move faster but now you're just trying to push to see if she's crazy or if something is really scaring her like this.
“Eh give me like a half hour.” You shrug and that infuriates her. She yells your name- putting the fear of God into you.
“I swear. If you're not ready in five minutes we're leaving without any of your shit.”
You try to protest but there's a knock at the door. Both of you gasp- your heart feeling like it's going to jack hammer straight out of your chest. She creeps towards the front door- prop sword in hand- you always told her she needed to get some real protection but she refused to handle a gun. So you bought one, trained, and now you're the best damn shoot at the range.
You grab your pistol from its hiding place in your bedside drawer and creep into the hall behind her. Charlie looks through the peep hole and conjures up her bravest voice.
“If you're here to kill me it's not happening. I- I have a sword! I'm not afraid to use it!”
Yeah- okay Charlie.
“FBI- open up please.” A deep voice comes muffled through the other side of the door.
“No.” Charlie answers and you snort, alerting her to your presence.
“Seriously Charlie. We just need to talk to you. Please open the door.” A different voice muffles through and that one- that voice catches your attention.
It's deep and gravelly, probably belonging to a man who's been through some tremendous shit. You can tell by his almost desperate rasp that he's serious. But his voice is also laced with honey and layered with so much pain.
“I think you should open the door.” You whisper shout towards where your sister is crouched, her knuckles turning white against the hilt of her sword.
“Are you kidding me? I'm not doing that!” She hisses back to you.
Another minute passes before the first voice speaks again.
“Hey Charlie. You're not in trouble- we just really need to speak with you. Can you please just open the door?”
She double checks that the deadbolt is secure and against her better judgement she finally opens the door.
You're standing where they can't see you but you can kinda see them- finger resting safely against the side of your gun- ready to pull the trigger at any moment. They don't look like they're FBI. You're pretty sure that agents don't go around dressed in flannel and looking like lumberjack hunters. There's a really tall guy with longer hair and his eyes read as kind. He'd look like a puppy if he wasn't a giant.
The other one though, fuck. He stood shorter than the first man but not by much. His hair is shorter and a five o'clock shadow peppers his face. He looks rough- you assume this is the owner of the second voice. He holds his army green jacket closer to his body as the cruel Chicago wind blows past them. He looks impatient but not malicious. Dangerous- but in a non threatening way?
That man can ruin you however he wants to.
You're brought back down to Earth when you hear Charlie speak again.
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?”
“We just wanna talk- can you let us in?” The taller one gently asks. You knew he was a puppy.
Before she could even refuse, the hot dangerous one rams his shoulder into the door and breaks the deadbolt. Charlie fumbles with her sword, trying to swipe at the intruders but they're quicker and disarm her- not noticing that you're also in the room.
“Hands up! Stay away from my fucking sister.” Your shoulders are back and your legs are planted firmly on the ground- weapon steady in your hands pointed at the shorter man- the one who obviously had issues.
The tall one throws Charlie's sword off to the side and offers up his hands- having to jab the other guy in the ribs before he reluctantly agrees as well. Charlie scrambles from her place on the floor to stand slightly behind you at your side.
“I know what you are. If you're gonna kill someone kill me- leave her out of this please.”
The stupid hot one just looks at the two of you with various levels of pity and sadness. His jade green eyes catch yours and something unrecognizable flashes past them.
“What we are?” The bigger one looks confused before the lightbulb moment goes off, “Oh! We're not monsters. If you have any Borax we can prove it to you.”
Borax?
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What feels like an eternity later, they're all done with their little cleaning show. Neither one of them are monsters and you learn that Charlie was half right about all of this.
“So monsters are real and my boss is their fucking ringleader?”
If they knew Charlie like you did they'd catch the way that her vocals got higher pitched as her sentences went on. Not like a normal question- but anxiety and pure panic dripping from her words. The way that her body shook slightly as she wrapped her arms around herself, pinching her forearm to attempt to ground herself. They'd feel her leg bouncing- up, down, up, down- against yours as she practically vibrated with nervous energy.
“Exactly. And we need you to do us a favor so we can kill the son of a bitch” The one with the shorter hair demands.
“Woah there amigo, you want a favor from me? And what do I get out of it?” Charlie practically laughs in their faces. If they are FBI then props to her.
“Look. All we need you to do is hack into Dicks email and if there's some files about uh- us- we need you to delete them.” The big one explains. They haven't even told us their names yet. Why should we trust him?
“Listen idiot and hot idiot- we don't even know who you are and you're definitely not FBI so who the hell are you?” You demand and they both look at you perplexed.
“Can ask you the same question there sweetheart.” The hot one winks at you and you blush at the pet name, the warmth creeping up your neck.
“Was I ‘Hot Idiot’?” He taunts and you shift in your seat, “Oh I am definitely ‘Hot Idiot’.”
“Shut up. Who are you?” Your arms fold across your chest, refusing to budge.
“Berry- stop it.” Charlie kicks you under the table- she's always been the nicer one- but thit shit isn't feeling right.
“Berry? Your parents hippies?”
“No you idiot. ‘sa nickname.” You tell him your real name and he nods. “Told you mine- now tell me yours.”
“Winchester. Dean. Or you can keep calling me the Hot Idiot.” He leans back in his seat and clasps his hands behind his head looking smug as hell. You wanna punch that look off his stupid hot face.
“I'm Sam. Win- Winchester. We're brothers and uh- fighting monsters is kind of our thing.” Sam proceeds.
“So you're saying you guys are monster hunters? And… there's other monsters?” Charlie's pacing around the room trying to wrap her head around everything. You really don't know exactly what she saw but it must've been bad.
Dean goes to answer her but she dismisses him while you try to stifle a giggle. You fail and he glowers at you. Charlie keeps walking in circles thinking out loud.
“Okay so I get how you tracked the drive. Straight GPS. But it's still at the office. How did you find me?”
Sam clears his throat and motions to his laptop on the table. When he opens it there's a clear image of Charlie sitting at her desk at work.
“Son of a bitch! You jacked my webcam?” Charlie looks creeped out but equally impressed.
“Welcome to Frank.” Dean shrugs like it's nothing. You think they've just completely forgotten your existence but that's okay, you’re still trying to soak this all in. I mean- monsters? That's a lot to soak in for someone who was thrown into this less than an hour ago.
“So you're telling me everything he had on his drive was true?” Her eyes shift between the two brothers and there's that look again- she's scared.
“That and more.” Dean answers her so nonchalantly that it bothers you.
“So wait- How long did it take for you to hack into Frank's drive?” Sam cuts Dean off with his curious question.
“About a day or so.” A smug smile plasters across your sister's face. If there was one thing about her it's that once she's determined to get into something- nothing can get in her way. That's why you had to switch to physical diaries when she decided that being your big sister meant that she could invade every ounce of your privacy.
“Is there anything you can't hack into?” Sam looks at her incredulously.
“Not yet.” You answered for her, all heads turning back to where you're sitting before Sam brings his attention back to Charlie. Dean on the other hand isn't as easily distracted. His eyes are locked onto yours in a silent duel- neither one of you wants to crack first. You don't even know what the duel is about- you just know that there's something about him that you need to keep your eye on.
He's the one who breaks first to interrupt his brother again.
“So how ‘bout Dicks emails?”
Ah, there it is. They've challenged her and now she's not going to back down. You tried to keep your cards to your chest but Charlie was never good at poker. She talks too much when she's nervous and gives everything away. They had found her weakness.
She sits down in front of her laptop and gets to work. A few minutes later and a rambled conversation ends with the discovery that her boss's email is on a private server and she needs to either have his phone or be in his office to get into it.
So a plan is hatched.
Charlie refuses at first and you back her up- if she doesn't want to do it then she wont. But is anything ever that easy? They remind her that she's already seen the drive, she's already on Dicks radar. If shes seen anything at all there's little chance that he's going to let her live and that's not something that you're kosher with. The life we have now? That's gone.
You have to sit there with a straight face as if your sister isn't about to go into a life or death situation and you can't even be her backup. That you really do have to pack up your whole life and disappear after this and hopefully have your sister at your side while doing so. This isnt fucking fair. Why did we have to be the ones thrown into this mess?
As if Charlie sensed your displeasure at the whole situation, her hand rests softly on your shoulder.
“It's gonna be okay. I can do this.” You don't know if she's saying it to you or if she's trying to convince herself.
“You know- if you don't think you’re up for it then you don't have to do it. It's not like you volunteered to be in this mess.” Sam is a lot more gentle than Dean in the way he talks but he doesn't exactly know who he's talking to.
“I volunteer as tribute.” Charlie stands, a sense of pride swells in your chest as you stand with her.
“I'm with whatever Katniss here is doing.” You nudge Charlie with your shoulder and she beams back at you.
“These things are going to eat everyone I know. What kind of douchebag stands by for that?”
The two boys look at her impressed. You don't think they expected your big sister to actually go through with it. So a plan is hatched between the three of them. Just a few more hours and then you have to disappear. Great.
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You're stuck in the van with the two brothers while Charlie does all the hard work. As you spend more time with them the more you observe about their personalities.
Sam is the brains. He's smart and he knows what he's doing. He's also a lot kinder than Dean is. There's an aura around him that just tells you that he's safe. Broken maybe- but safe.
Dean's gotta be the muscle. That army green jacket he has on covers what lies underneath but if he stretches his arm just right you can make out the outline of an impressive bicep. Not that you've been staring at his arms. Or his stupid beautiful face. Fuck. This is really going to piss you off. He's an enigma compared to his counterpart. You want to hate him so bad but after one stare down into his pretty green eyes it physically pains you to try to hate him. This is only going to end badly for you.
They check the cameras, Charlie had it all set up so you know it was done correctly. No room for error here. Dean's eyes strain as he looks at something on the screen with Charlie.
“Wait is that?” He sighs when you and Sam show confusion.
“Look at her bag.” Dean urges and Sam isolates the image and zooms in.
“Bobby.” Sam sighs.
“Who the fuck is Bobby?” You demand. You don't really care if you come off bitchy right now, your sister's life is in their hands.
“Dont really have time to get into that right now Sweetheart.” Dean's words are charged with annoyance but Sam answers you.
“He's uh- our Uncle. But he's a ghost and Dick got him killed. His spirits tied to his flask. He's kind of out for revenge right now.”
“Revenge? Is he going to hurt my sister?”
“Calm down Berry, she's gonna be fine.” Dean dismisses you and it just makes you angrier. No one but Charlie is allowed to call you Berry.
He brings the mic to life and you can hear Charlie singing. She does that when she's nervous.
“Charlie- Dean. Listen, check the side pocket in your bag.”
You get closer to the monitor, choosing to stand behind Sam and peer over his shoulder as you watch her take a big swig out of the flask. Of course. You roll your eyes as she thanks him and he warns her not to lose it.
You tap on Dean's shoulder and he glares at you.
“You're not gonna tell her about the whole creepy angry ghost uncle thing?” You ask and it's like everything that comes out of your mouth is a giant inconvenience to him. What the fuck is this guys problem?
“No. She doesn’t need to worry about that. She just needs to focus on getting in and out- no distractions.” He huffs.
“Okay well I’m pretty sure my sister would want to know if there’s an angry ghost following her around.” You cross your arms tight in front of your chest as he heaves another annoyed sigh your way.
“Well me and my brother are just trying to keep your sister alive. So if I were you I’d just sit pretty in the corner and stop getting in the damn way.”
Oh. He has no idea who he's talking to.
“Are you seriously telling me to sit there and do nothing while my sister risks her life for you two jackasses? Oh you know what. Sorry Sam- you're good. It's your insufferable dick head of a brother that I'm talking about. You're delusional if you think that you help Charlie better than I can. You haven't even noticed she's just standing there. I can hear her singing again. She's not gonna move.”
You point to the screen and Sam sighs before grabbing the mic again. Dean has decided to take a backseat for the moment- although the smug look on his face tells you it's not going to last for long.
“Uh- Charlie?” Sam's voice is gentle.
“I'm having a hard time moving.” You see her shake her hands in front of her, trying to make the nerves disappear through her fingertips. “I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't.” Her panic seeps through the mic and your own heart pounds in your chest hearing your sister distraught.
“Sam- Ask her who her favorite character is in Harry Potter.” It's a shot in the dark but you hope Sam knows where you're going with this.
“Charlie. Who's your favorite character in Harry Potter?”
You watch her pause on the screen before replying. “Uh- Hermione?”
“Hermione. Great. Okay, did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble? Or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?”
“No, she kicks ass. She practically saves Harry in every book and then she ends up with the wrong-”
You grab the mic from Sam to cut her off. “Charlie. Focus. She kicked ass, so what are you going to do?”
“Shit. Yeah okay. Let's kick some ass.”
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The van is claustrophobic.
You, Sam and Dean watch the monitors closely as Charlie makes her way through the building and into the elevators to get up to her boss's office. At one point you lean in a little too close to the screen and your shoulder touches Dean's. You jump back from the sudden contact while he looks at you like you just shot him in the foot.
If he's going to be an ass you're going to just double up and be a bitch right back.
“Uh guys?” Charlie whispers through the mic, “Little problem. Got a guard blocking the door.”
“So just wait him out.” Dean suggests.
“That is a no go.”
You check the monitors and see the lonely guard sitting at a desk with a book. Yeah. He's not going anywhere anytime soon.
“She only has fifteen minutes. We need to think of something else.” Sam urgently reminds everyone. Shit.
“Do you know him?” Dean sounds like he has a plan.
“Yes and no? I've seen him but I've never talked to him.”
“Okay when he looks at you does he look at you or does he just slide his eyes by?” You sigh as you realize what he's trying to do. Of course that's where his mind went. Oh but he doesn't know Charlie at all. This is gonna be good. You clear your throat to stifle a laugh and that earns you another glare.
“Wh- what? Eye contact I guess? And he always kind of smiles a bit.” Charlie cluelessly answers him.
“Okay what you're gonna do is walk right up to him- and flirt your way past him.”
You can't hold in the laughter any longer. He has no idea who either of you are.
“What's so funny Berry?” Disdain drips from every word.
“Oh nothing. I'll let Charlie tell you how stupid of a plan that is.” You shrug, stepping closer to Sam as he just watches everything unfold.
“Charlie?” Dean urges.
“Yeah, he's- he's not my type.” She finally answers him.
“You're gonna have to get past that.” Dean is just getting more and more annoyed by the second and it just makes you giddy.
“I mean he's not a girl.”
The smug smile plasters itself right back on your face as Dean fumes. You grab the mic from his hands, ignoring the way he tries to protest.
“Char? Listen to me. Remember Comic Con when we- well I had to flirt our way through like five different security guards just to drunkenly meet Stan Lee for two seconds before getting kicked out entirely?”
“Yeah that was like- the best day of my life.”
“Gotta channel that energy now dude. World depends on it.”
There's another beat before she answers, “Walk me through it.”
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“Can I help you Miss?” You can barely hear the security guards on the other side but it'll have to do.
“Charlie- from IT- It's Bill, right?” Her voice comes through unnaturally syrupy sweet.
“Yeah- Bill. You burnin' the midnight oil?” You can see him leaning in closer to her as she speaks. Bingo.
“Agree with him. Then ask if his wife minds him working so late.” You whisper into the mic.
“Oh yeah- same as you. I bet your wife hates it when you work late.” Charlie twirls her hair between her fingers.
“Ah well, lucky for you I'm not married.” His arm rests on the table between them attempting to close the space.
“Say ‘Lucky me. Does that mean you can take a girl out for a drink sometime?’ Lean into him too. And bat your eyelashes or something- look interested.” Dean rolls his eyes at you while Sam elbows him in the ribs.
Charlie parrots you and Bill is totally smitten.
“I'd say that definitely means I can take a pretty girl like you out sometime.” Bill's lame attempt at flirting back to Charlie's obvious discomfort is hilarious.
“Take it from here Char.”
“Cool cool. I'll pencil that in.” She pauses before taking a deep breath. “Hey, can I ask you a favor? The ladies room downstairs is nasty. Can I use the exec washroom to powder my nose?”
Bill looks at her- contemplating if this job is worth it more than she is. “Yeah. Yeah sure. Down the hall, first door on the right.”
Charlie just waltzes right past him and you think you see her attempt to wink at him as she does.
“Berry, that was awful. I feel dirty.” You hear the shudder in her voice.
“Yeah well me and you both sister. Did a good job though. Proud of you.”
“Love you Ber- time for radio silence. See you on the other side.”
The line is unnaturally quiet. You hate this. You can't see her and you can't hear her and you're worried.
“So what? We just wait?” You tap your foot on the floor to try to ease your own nerves.
“Yeah- yeah. She'll be okay though.” Sam says your name and reaches his arm out to awkwardly comfort you. Dean rolls his eyes so hard you hope they get stuck in the back of his head.
“Real nice show you put on there. You get many guys that way?” Dean quips, his hands casually going into his front pockets as he leans against the wall of the van.
“Nah. Don't have to flirt when a real man tries to talk to me.” You counter. His eyebrow raises in question, amusement breaking through his tough guy mask.
“Oh yeah? Why's that?”
“‘Cause they know what they're doing. Men like Bill? Putty in any woman's hands. If Charlie even as much as touched his arm he'd probably cum in his pants and then worship the ground she walks on.” You go back to watching Bill sit at the desk, happy as a clam and try to make it obvious to Dean you're done with the conversation.
“So you like it when a man takes control?” He growls right into your ear. Your heart skips a beat entirely, heat creeping up your neck that you sure as hell don't want him to see. You didn't even hear him get behind you, too distracted by the way Bill looks like he wants to get up and see where Charlie is already.
“I- I- What?” You manage to stutter out. Your stomach does a flip, you can feel yourself starting to get turned on by just the heat of him at your back. Fuck. You are not about to be the first one to break whatever dance this is, you need to get your shit together.
Sam saves the day, clearing his throat, his face clearly done with his brother's shit.
“Dean. Make yourself useful.” Sam ushers to the chemicals on the makeshift table. Dean saunters over with a shit eating grin and gets to work though, appeasing his brother's demands.
You and Sam ignore Dean's irritated hums to focus on the cameras. Charlie doesn't have that much time left and Bill seems to have noticed that she's been in the ‘bathroom’ an awfully long time.
Fuck. You hold your breath as you watch him use his key to get into the office. Charlie's smart. She's more than capable of coming up with a plan.
“This is great. From now on, we just stay in the van and send in the ninety pound girl.” Dean starts having a bitch fit from behind you.
“Dean, every chomper on Earth knows our face. How many do you think are in the building?” Sam snaps back at him and Dean sighs.
“We wouldn't make it past the lobby.” Sam continues.
“Yeah I know- doesn't mean I have to be happy about sending in Veronica fuckin' Mars.” Dean bitterly cuts Sam off.
“Veronica Mars? Charlie is way more badass than Veronica Mars.” You scoff.
“No one asked you, Berry.” He throws your nickname around like it's an insult.
“Dean Winchester, you may be the most irritating person I've ever met. If my sister's life wasn't in your hands right now I'd-”
“You'd what? Huh? You'd do nothing. You are nothing compared to what's happening out there. Charlie?! Your sister? She's helping save the fucking world out there!” Dean is furious for no fucking reason.
“Hey guys.” Charlie's voice cracks through the static of the mic.
You glower at Dean and grab the mic. “Hey. Charlie. You okay?” Relief floods your system and you temporarily forget about the jackass in the room.
“Yeah I'm fine. Sending you all the flagged dig files now.”
“Charlie, you are a genius.” Sam smiles proudly.
“I know. It's a problem.” Charlie responds smugly.
You sigh but your breath gets caught in your throat as you hear Charlie address someone else in the room. She left the mic on so you all could hear.
The three of you sit in silence as her conversation ends, you can hear the fear replacing the confidence in her voice.
“Hey- you guys still there?” Her voice is shaky, it tightens your chest hearing her this way.
“Yeah we're here. What the hell was that?” Dean's taken a back seat and lets Sam question Charlie.
“You're the most irritating person I've ever fucking met” You mutter, hoping Dean doesn't hear- your luck isn't that great though.
“Right back at ‘cha.” He shoots right back.
“Okay guys- new plan. We're dropping you back off home then we're heading to the airport. Gotta intercept whatever Dick wants to get his hands on so badly. Charlie should be back to you as soon as she's done wrapping up.”
“Fine. Bring me home.” You huff and go to sit down in your seat while Dean heads up to the driver's seat silently. Sam just shakes his head looking between you two.
“Better bring my sister back home safely.”
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It's been hours, they should've been back by now, right?
How long does it take to intercept a package and Charlie shouldn't have taken that long to wrap up. That girl is quick, especially when she's determined and you're sure she wanted to get the fuck out of there.
You pace around the living room, gun holstered to your hip. There's no way if any of those monsters know where you live that you're letting them get past the door. Especially not now when you know Charlie wasn't lying about any of this.
You were able to pack your bags and get the rest of Charlie's packed as well. You cleaned up the apartment, not sure if you were going to come back. You remembered all the important documents and childhood photos. The only thing missing was Charlie.
A deep knock at the door shakes you to your core and you instinctively grab for your gun.
“Who's there? I'm armed whoever you are.” You shout confidently.
“Shut up and open the damn door.”
Dean. Fuckin’ hell.
You reluctantly open up hoping that Charlie and Sam are right behind him but again- no luck.
“Dean, where the hell is Charlie?” You demand- your patience with him wearing thin.
“Not here. Broke her arm. Sam's got her at the hospital.”
“She fucking what?! I told you Dean Winchester. You take care of her. How could she have broken her arm? What the hell did you do to her?” You're trying not to scream at him, you don't want to bring attention to your apartment but your blood is boiling.
“You think I wanted her in harm's way? You think that I had anything to do with her breaking her arm? Thats fucking hilarious. She was up against things that God himself locked away. She's lucky she walked away with just a broken arm.” Dean yells at you and the anger inside you bubbles to the surface.
Your hand comes up and slaps him right across the face, the sting on your palm hurting you just as much as him.
He growls your name and grabs your wrist. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?”
“Fuck you.” You yell back.
“This isn't a god damn game Berry. Get your shit together. We're leaving.” Dean stalks towards the open door of your room while you hurriedly follow behind him, desperately trying to get him to not touch your stuff.
“Get the fuck out. I'm going to wait for Charlie.”
“Nope. Promised her I'd stay and protect you. So either you're stuck with me here or we go to the hospital and you're stuck with me there. So pick your poison sweetheart.”
“I'll stay here thank you very much.” You sit on your bed defiantly and take out your phone, scrolling aimlessly to distract yourself and bring yourself back down. Dean just stands in your doorway, staring at your room. It's more bare than it usually is, most of your personal items packed away in your suitcase. You still don't want him prying into who you are though.
“Can you like- go away or something?” You try to dismiss him but he just stays in place, not saying anything.
“Fine. I'm going on the couch then. Feel free to be creepy in here if you want.” You get up and shove your phone back in your pocket before trying to move past Dean- still in your doorway. He reaches out and grabs your wrist again.
“Why the fuck do you hate me so much?” You plead with him. You're tired and you just want the day to end without anyone else getting hurt. He takes a second, his eyes trailing up and down your body. You raise your eyebrow at him, waiting for a damn answer.
“Cause I can't stop thinking about you and it fucking pisses me off.” He growls.
Oh.
You're suddenly very aware of everything going on in your body. Your wrist is held tight as Dean's eyes are still trained on you. The anger in your chest is melting into something else you can't quite place. The heat in your body travels downwards, your stomach pooling with anxiety and desire and that pisses you off even more.
“Then do something about it Winchester.” You challenge him.
His jade green eyes darken into something you don't recognize until he pulls your body up against his own, caging you in with his muscular arms. His hand grips you by your jaw, tilting your lips upwards to collide with his own.
Fuck. He tastes like cinnamon and smells like a mix of motor oil and some sort of woodsy cologne. His kisses are deliberate and oh so hungry. He nips at your bottom lip beckoning you to open up for him. You oblige and the kiss turns into all teeth and tongue. His one arm holding you pressed against him while the other snakes through your hair, keeping you locked in place with his body. You yank on the collar of his jacket, bringing him stumbling forward, desperate to keep the contact between your lips.
“Bed.” You whisper out and he backs you towards the end of the mattress. You feel your legs make contact and lower yourself down, with neither of you willing to give up the connection between you Dean ends up on top of you. You can feel his cock already struggling against his jeans when he lowers himself down onto you.
“Hmm, looks like someone's a little excited right now.” You grind up onto his cock and he lets out a breathy moan.
“Fuck off- I wasn't the one who dragged us to the bed like a desperate needy whore.” He mutters but it doesn't bother you.
“Fine. Let me up then. You don't need me to help you with your little problem.” You struggle against him to get up, his body still pinning you to the bed.
“Nah. Not happening sweetheart. Ain't just a little problem either.” He nips at your neck, finding the spot right at the base that makes you melt under his lips, sucking hard. You can't control the moans that tumble past your lips when he's doing that. He unlatches with an audible pop and you're already desperate for more.
“You've been a problem all fucking day.” His hands fumble at the bottom of your shirt- you grab it in your own hands and lift it off for him while his eyes lustfully gaze at your exposed chest. He moves his mouth downwards, nipping and biting at the skin on your chest until he makes his way to the edge of your bra. His hand snakes beneath your back, unclasping the fabric and ripping it to the side before you can even protest. Not that you were going to anyway.
He stops in his tracks, looking at you like you're a piece of art. Like one of those marble statues in the museums you love going to. You see him smirk before his lips connect with your nipple, sucking and biting gently between his teeth while he kneads the other in his hands. His fingers match the pressure on the other side before he detaches from one and switches sides. Your back arches up off the bare mattress against his touch, you won't admit it but no one has ever touched you like this before. Sure you've had plenty of sex but no one ever took the time to make you feel so sexy, so wanted, even if he is the most irritating man you've ever met.
“Fuck- Dean.” He barely touched you and you're uncomfortably turned on to the point where you are becoming a desperate needy whore. Damnit.
“What baby? You ran that pretty little mouth all day and now you can't say shit? Huh? Thats what your problems been all fucking day sweetheart. Got all that bark but where's the bite?” He taunts you and you're stupid enough right now to fall for it.
You grab him by the collar and try to toss him to the side. He easily lets you, curious as to what you've decided to do next.
“Take your pants off asshole. I'll show you how much bite I have.”
He chuckles but he gives in to your demand even going further by first taking off his jacket, then shirt, tossing them to the side without any care in the world. He grabs his belt, antagonizing slowly, and pulls it from the loops before unzipping his jeans and sliding them down to the floor. It's your turn to look at him, perfect and muscular under your gaze. Your jaw goes slack as your hand reaches out to trace the black ink that stains his upper chest. You can't even focus when you see his cock straining against the thin material of his boxers. He's huge. Probably why he was so cocky when you called it a little problem. You rub your thighs together, trying to get any friction from the jeans you still had on.
You dip your head down, kissing the scars that adorn his chest. Your hands are holding onto his hips tight enough that you want to bruise him, but you know you're not strong enough. So instead your mouth connects with his hip, biting and sucking until he's writhing beneath you, his hips bucking into the air. The fact that his cock is so close to your face has you drooling onto his skin.
“Not such a little problem there huh sweetheart?” He gasps out when he catches you staring again.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
“Could say the same about you.”
You smirk and trace your fingers along the waistband of his boxers. When you get close to the head of his cock he twitches against the ghostly touch. You trace back and forth, barely touching him. Just applying enough pressure that it drives him insane.
“Fuckin’ tease.” He spits at you.
“At least I'm not a desperate needy whore.” You spit right back at him.
Your jeans are getting uncomfortable and fast. You pause for a moment, sitting up to shimmy out of the constricting material, leaving you in just your pair of panties with a very obvious wet patch staining the gusset. You squeeze your thighs together before he can get the satisfaction of seeing what he's done to you before lowering your face back down towards his cock.
Your fingers find his waistband yet again but this time you slowly lower the fabric until he springs forward with a thump against his stomach. His cock is so heavy that it just rests against his happy trail, precum leaking onto the skin of his stomach. He whimpers when you drag your digit across his slit and gather the precum against the pad of your index finger, bringing it to your mouth and sucking it off, tasting just the smallest bit of him.
“Aw look at that. Little Dean is just begging for some attention.” You coo, stroking his cock slowly and deliberately.
Before he can say anything smart back to you you place yourself between his legs, nudging them open with your thighs. He has a full view now of the mess he's made of you. You lower your mouth to his cock lick a stripe underneath from the base to his head, a needy whine escaping his lips. You take in his head, swirling your tongue around until you can kitten lick at the most sensitive part underneath. He tries to buck deeper into your throat but you shove him back down into the mattress, holding your stance firm. Your mouth bobs up and down over just the tip, just enough to drive him insane- your hand working over the rest of the base.
Drool passes your lips, making it easier to run your hand up and down his thick length. He babbles and moans underneath your touch- begging for anything else that you'd give him.
“Aw, does someone need more?” You taunt him and he scowls down at you.
“Think you need more. Think you've been a good boy and deserve some more.”
Your mouth had made him wet enough that he slid down your throat easily. His hands needily reach for your hair, pulling it into a makeshift pony tail in his hands. He's over the teasing, rutting up into your throat until you're drooling and tears threaten to fall from your eyes. You look up at him in a silent plea but he just laughs and keeps going, chasing his high.
“If I knew- fuck- the only way to shut you up was sticking my cock down your throat- ah- I would've done this hours ago.” He pants between thrusts.
You can feel the telltale sign that he's going to cum, his balls tighten up and you feel him pulse underneath your tongue. He gives you the chance to abandon his cock, tugging up on your hair to get you off but you double down, taking him deeper on your own until you feel the warmth of his cum shooting down the back of your throat.
“Holy fucking shit.” He breathes out your name as you suck him clean.
“Oh you're done for.” His eyes go even darker than you thought possible as he grabs you and flips you onto your back, tearing your underwear from your body with a loud rip.
“Hey! I liked those.” You whine out.
“Yeah well I don't really give a fuck.”
It's his turn again to drink you in, now on full display for him. You almost feel embarrassed at the thought that everything is visible to him right now but it's overridden by total blind desire.
“Shit. You're soaked. This all cause of me?” He leans forward onto his elbows in front of you, his mouth so deliciously near your cunt that if you moved he'd bump it with his nose. He returns the favor, before you can tell him to shut the fuck up his tongue is breaching the entrance to your core, gathering up your slick and tasting you.
“Fuck Berry. Taste as sweet as your name. Gonna fuck you stupid sweetheart.” He moans into your core, the vibrations have you clenching at nothing.
His long tongue plunges inside you, his hands gripping the supple flesh of your thighs to keep him wide open for him. Your hands come down and grasp for his hair, tugging him upwards to your clit.
“‘S that what you want baby?” He teases you, ghosting his lips over your clit. You try bucking up into him but his hand presses down onto your lower abdomen, keeping you in place.
You whine at the lack of touch and he laughs at you.
“Not giving you anything. Want you to beg for it. Put that pretty mouth to good use.” He stays hovering where you want him most, taunting you.
“You- you just said you were gonna fuck me stupid. Now you want me to b-beg?” You spit back at him, you are not begging him for jack shit.
“Hm, I just- Idunno if you deserve it now.”
“Fuck you.”
“I'm trying here. Just gotta hear those magic words.” He bites the inside of your thigh, placating the wound with kisses so fucking close to your aching cunt.
“You're an- an asshole.” You breathe out. If he doesn't do something you might explode out of sheer lust.
“Mhmm” His breath fans against you, “Just tell me what you need sweetheart.”
Fuck it.
“D-Dean. Need you to touch me. Need you to do anything.” All your words come out as breathy whines while he just waits.
“You're forgetting something.”
“Please.”
He crashes back into your soaked cunt like a man starved, nipping and licking at your clit. He sets a quick pace, his tongue firm against your core. You feel his hand snake up your thigh, his finger teasing your entrance before hooking in- a guttural moan rips through you before you can stop it and he adds a second finger, curling up into that sweet spot you never can seem to reach on your own.
“Oh you dirty fucking girl. This pussy is sinful. Can you hear yourself?” His fingers pick up their pace, a loud wet squelch filling the room as he brings you closer to the edge.
“Dean- please- please don't stop.”
“Well since you said please.”
His mouth reconnects to your clit dragging wanton moans from your lips. The coil in your stomach burns brighter and hotter until your vision goes white and you're screaming. You're turned into a babbling, needy mess underneath Dean's unholy touch. Your hands grasp for anything to ground you, finding the top of Dean's head and yanking hard on the hair you connect your fingers with.
His lips leave your clit, a trail of saliva keeping the two of you connected.
“F-fuck. Need more. Please Dean. Need you to fuck me please please please.” You chant your pleas like a prayer, desperate for them to be answered. He doesn't say a word before crashing his lips back onto yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue while they dance together. His one hand grips your hip while the other helps him line himself up at your entrance.
The stretch burns. He's not small by any means and for a moment he gives you some grace to adjust to his size.
Not a damn minute goes by until he tantalizingly drags his cock back out of you before rutting into you hard. His pace is immediately relentless, hooking your leg up over his shoulder so he can drill down even deeper into you.
He watches as he disappears inside of you, all the way down to the hilt. The curls at his base tickle your cunt as he dives in and out of your abused cunt. His heavy balls tapping against your ass to the point where you don't know how that doesn't hurt him.
“Fuck sweetheart- you're so fucking tight. Pretty pussy, pretty mouth, pretty girl.” His mouth keeps running as his hips snap against you. “Gonna make you cum so hard angel. Gonna ruin you. No man will ever make you feel as good baby girl. Nope. You'll always be thinking ‘bout me.”
Your cunt clenches around him as he mouths off- his dirty talk bringing you quickly back up to your breaking point.
“Dean please- gonna- fuck- gonna-” You babble under him, your thoughts moving a mile a minute.
“Oh I know sweetheart, let go for me. Cum on my cock pretty girl.” He groans and slips his hand between you, rubbing tight circles into your overstimulated clit.
You feel everything and nothing all at the same time. Your vision truly does white out this time, your body tensing up and going limp all at the same time. The only sounds you can make is something between a strangled moan and a whimper, his cock driving deep inside you with no end in sight.
“You're pussys fucking sucking me in baby. Mmph- fuck- Won't fucking let me go. You're so so fucking tight baby girl. Fuckin’ hell.” He grabs your other leg and hauls it over his free shoulders, contorting you so his cock starts to hit your cervix. The feeling is euphoric, the overstimulation over riding your brain to a different level.
“Fuck- fuck- Dean. Can't- You need to cum- p-please cum Dean.” You're begging him to finish, something else is growing deep inside your core and you feel like you're going to piss yourself.
Oh shit.
You reach down between the two of you, your fingers clumsily fumbling at your clit, trying to keep a steady rapid pace on yourself.
All you can do is whine his name as he senses something is up.
“Please- harder Dean- I-” He's beginning to understand, his pace becoming sharp and brutal against your cunt. Your fingers frantically press against your clit until your third orgasm crashes into you like a fucking train. Hot liquid uncontrollably gushes out of you and splashes against his thighs.
“Holy shit- oh fuck- did you just fucking- fuck-” His thrusts get sloppy, rutting into you until you feel his cock twitch and warm cum fills up your insides, the two of you moaning desperately in unison.
He slows his movements down and looks up at you, all the hatred from before arms to have melted away. Your own brain can't even form a sentence anymore, he officially did fuck you stupid.
“Dean-”
“Berry- let's get you cleaned up okay?”
His demeanor has taken a one eighty, his softening cock slipping out of you with small whines escaping both of you.
He disappears to your en suite leaving you feeling empty and lonely, even though he's barely six feet away. He finds a washcloth, one you didn't bother to pack, and brings it to you warm and wet- ready to take care of you post sex.
You lay back on the bed expecting the damp cloth when you feel his fingers gathering his cum from around your entrance, stuffing it back inside you. Not expecting to be filled once again you gasp at his touch and he laughs before cleaning your thighs.
“Gotta make sure you remember me.”
“Don't think I'll ever forget you Dean Winchester.”
─── ･✧⋆☾⚝☽⋆✧･ ───
A day passes before Sam and Dean are there to see you and Charlie off. You don't tell them where you're going, plausible deniability if questioned by any creature that might want to get its teeth in your sister. Her arm lays across her chest in its cast, a simple break- she'll heal perfectly fine. Plus these two idiots have got us covered with brand new identities and enough stolen credit cards to last us a year without needing to work.
Charlie says her goodbyes before taking her place on the train, leaving you to awkwardly hug Sam before standing before Dean.
“Guess I should say bye?” You offer weakly, your stomach full of butterflies for some irritating reason.
“Give me your phone.” Dean asks and you blindly hand it to him, it's a new burner anyway, can't let the government track you when you're on the run and all that. He takes a moment before handing it back and you shove it in your bag without a second thought.
“Call me.” Dean says sincerely, “If anything gets weird. Or you run into any more things out there. Can't be too careful.”
You nod your head and launch into him, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands grip you close to him.
“Or if I miss you, right?” You whisper into his ear. He nods his head against you, gripping you tighter before letting go.
The overhead announcements go off letting you know that your train leaves in two minutes, interrupting your sickly sweet goodbye.
“See ya round Berry.” He flicks his hand in a wave and joins Sam.
“Bye Jackass.”
You join Charlie on the train, her thoughts moving in all different directions and spewing out her mouth. A new life, a new you, a new everything. As the train pulls out you pull out your phone, plugging in your headphones while you unlock the screen.
It's open to your contacts, a brand new one sits with the very few that you still have saved.
‘Hot Idiot’
Yeah, you're never going to forget him even if you tried.