Hearing Is Believing

This is a series of scenes running along the Supernatural time line, involving an original character named Kaycee, who has the phsychic ability to hear thoughts. She joins the Winchester brothers early in the first season story line and a relationship with Dean ensues. The scene below is when Kaycee and Dean first get together after a few months or so of sexual tension between them.
I may consider writing in the missing pieces to make this a proper story if interest is shown, until then consider the following chapters cut and pastes of the parts of the story I feel like writing. Please rate and review, or email me at mavrickilana@hotmail.com

I now consider this scene as finished as my writing gets, don't expect much more editing on my part.

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They only had enough cash for one room, which didn’t bother Kaycee, who volunteered her much shorter body for the rickety couch.
Sam had protested (it was the gentlemanly thing to do), but she had proved her point by making him lie down on it, laughing when not much more than his ass fit on the blue tartan cushions, his long legs hanging off the end at the knee.
The younger Winchester had left a few hours ago, sure that this girl (who Dean insisted was worth going to see) had something she was hiding.
And while Dean was left to mull over what this woman could be hiding, he realised the small bump under the covers on the couch might still be awake, listening in on him, despite him not having spoken out loud for a good twenty minutes.
He gave one of those ‘can I have your attention please’ coughs, but with the murmur of the TV behind him, he himself barely heard it.
She didn’t stir, and Dean wondered why she had taken to sleeping so much recently. The number of hours she clocked on the back seat of the Impala made him jealous of his own sporadic naps in the front seat. That being said, she had no issue taking her shift driving when he and Sam were fried (a duty that Dean had been reluctant to give her at first), but when they weren’t on the road or investigating, it always seemed like she was sleeping.
But what really did his head in, was that despite all this sleep she was getting, she always looked worn out, like she hadn’t been sleeping at all, and it bothered him. He knew she could hear his thoughts of concern for her, Sam’s too… but she never mentioned anything when he thought on it.
In fact she barely ever brought up what they were thinking. Maybe she wasn’t as good at ‘hearing’ thoughts as she claimed to be… though she had been doing a great job at helping them so far.
With a ‘hrm’ sound, Dean came up with what he considered to be a brilliant plan to gauge her skills. He cleared is thoughts, and focused his entire mind on the sleeping mound across the room, then silently shouted her name… her reaction was immediate.
She woke with a start, as if someone had let off an air horn in her ear. She pulled upright, the thin white bed sheet slipping off her to pool at her lap. She gasped with shock, her hand clutched across her heart as it leapt into her throat.
Dean winced, as he realised she had done more than hear him, she had heard him exactly how he’d voiced it in his head, as a shout.
“Sorry,” he offered, frowning as he waited for her to yell at him for being an idiot… one of her favourite pastimes.
She turned to look at him, moving her hand that had been at her chest to run through her hair, still damp from the shower she’d taken earlier.
“Is that your idea of a joke?” she asked, her agitation as clear in her voice as it was on her face. Her honey brown eyes burned with anger, she should have expected him to pull a stunt like that, since in the last six or so months he’d never tried to address her with his mind like Sam had.
“I-uh-,” Dean stammered slightly for the words that would rectify his actions. “I didn’t know how well you could ‘hear’.” He made quotation signs with his fingers at the word hear.
“I, hear it, exactly how you voice it in your thick head Dean. You scared the crap out of me.”
She swung her legs around and sat up properly on the couch, its old springs sinking even under her slight weight, making it look like some badly upholstered monster trying to devour her.
After a moment of silence between them, she stood, stretched and moved to the dodgy kitchen counter where Sam had left a couple of burgers and a six pack for them. She rummaged in the brown paper bag and picked out a few fries to eat before she popped the top on a bottle of beer, her back to Dean as she muttered at him silently for waking her up.
Dean, doing what he quite often did when opportunity permitted, appreciated the view. He had never been a shy boy, and had accumulated a handy little list of things to pay attention to when Kaycee was around, and in the little shorts she used to sleep in, her ass looked fantastic.
Still reclined on his bed, the view distracted him from his apologetic thoughts, and they quickly turned to the kind one shouldn’t voice aloud in respectable company, thoughts he often forgot Kaycee could hear.
Being in the irritable mood she was, Kaycee rolled her eyes as she heard him, pausing when she noted that his voice disappeared and was replaced with a kind of white noise, which told her that he was now amusing himself with visual thoughts.
Such were the limits of her abilities. She could hear spoken thoughts like one heard true spoken word. The same hearing rules applied, along with other, non related stipulations. She could only hear what was within ‘earshot’ for example. She could hear what people were thinking on the TV, but not on the phone, and she couldn’t make anything of visual thoughts. She had also recently discovered that she couldn’t hear the mind of someone who was possessed, nor the thoughts of the demon possessing them.
In fact, to Kaycee, her so called ‘gift’ was pretty limiting, and very exhausting. It was ok when she was stuck in the car with the brothers for hours on end, there were only two voices she had to listen to. But anything with more than about five people, Kaycee struggled to both listen, and block background noise out.
It was easy for people to quieten their voices and whisper, but most didn’t know how to quieten their minds, and she paid the price of it. It wore her down, and lately, since she had been applying her talents for Sam and Dean, it had been showing. She didn’t want to say how tired she was, or how much her head hurt after a long day, but she had noticed that both men were aware that she was worn down, though it was only Sam who had put two and two together as to why.
She turned around to face Dean and hopped up onto the counter as she heard him wonder whether he could wear her ass as a hat, laughing to himself for the visuals he gained from such wording.
“You know I put up with most of your crap Dean,” she started, which snapped him out of his visions real quick.
“But don’t you think it’d be easier to just hit on me directly instead of sitting around coming up with all this stuff?” She took another swig from the bottle as Dean visibly winced at being so obviously busted.
“Forgot huh?” she asked, chuckling slightly.
“Ya,” he replied dryly, running a hand through his hair.
“Any way I can hit on you and keep my fantasy life?” he questioned a moment later with one of his self proclaimed ‘charming’ grins.
“Yeah, fantasize while I sleep.” She smiled lightly at his grin that followed, and she shook her head at him slightly. The boy had guts, she’d give him that. He’d never been shy about hitting on her, after the initial phase of arguing about things had passed at least. But Kaycee had always deterred him, despite her attraction to him. That Winchester was bad news, and she saw what happened to the girls he spent the night with… it would be awkward, all those hours in the car. That and a hundred other reasons she preferred him not to know.
Dean put his arms behind his head and crossed his legs over each other, a content look spreading over his features, clearly happy with this new arrangement.
“Why did you wake me up like that?” Kaycee asked, eager to change the subject.
“I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” he replied, his voice loosing its charm and sass. “I was just- you know, curious as to what you could and couldn’t hear yanno?”
He sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed, turning his upper body to look at her from where she perched with her beer. She took another sip, and he wondered, should he walk over and kiss her right there and then, whether she’d taste like beer.
“I hear what you think,” she replied simply.
Dean moved his mouth to question her further but she cut him off, having heard the question already.
“I only hear spoken thoughts, so for instance I just heard you wonder if I’d taste like beer,” she swayed her beer bottle for a moment before she sipped again and Dean was quite sure he just blushed for the first time in his life.
“But I can’t see whatever it is you pictured next, because all I get is this fuzzy feeling in my head.”
Pursing his lips for a moment, he decided truly test how it worked, which he’d never done before.
‘So you can hear me?’ he asked himself, slowly playing the words out in his head.
She nodded and placed her beer down on the counter next to her thigh.
“Like you just said it in my ear.”
“And it only works for people near by?”
“Same principal as normal hearing, as far as that goes.”
“So what was that girl thinking today at the wake, was she hiding anything?”
Kaycee frowned, and Dean noticed. He stood up, walked over to her and grabbed her beer.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he took a swig.
“I have – trouble, hearing in places with lots of people,” she admitted, sounding disappointed in herself.
“How so?”
She paused, trying to work out how best to describe it. “Imagine being in a small room, with a hundred people shouting over each other constantly. Not talking to one another, but to themselves. Do you think you’d hear much?”
“So that’s why you’re all worn out huh?”
She smiled slightly at his concern, his usually twinkling green eyes dark with the seriousness of his voice.
“Yeah,” she admitted with a sigh. “It wears me down real quick. Hence the mass sleeping after a big day.”
“You know you could’ a said something, we might not have dragged you in if we knew.”
“Yes you would have. Either you would have argued that I might hear something of value and it was worth the headaches, or Sam would have complained it wasn’t safe for me to sit around in the car for hours on end.”
“No I wouldn’t have,” he replied into his beer, giving what could have been a pout to the trained eye.
Thoughts of ‘am I that much of an ass?’ surfaced, and Kaycee turned slightly to look at him better.
“You’re not that much of an ass Dean, besides, I like helping out when I can with all this. The more sense I can make out of this whole ‘hearing’ thing the better.”
He smiled slightly, but inside was a different story. He thought about how involved she was getting lately, it was getting more and more dangerous, he didn’t want her to get hurt.
“I’m not going to get hurt.”
“Ok, you can stop the mind reading now,” he replied dryly, unappreciative of his emotions being read.
“I’m not reading it, I’m just hearing it,” she said bitterly. “You know it’s not like I can help it, why do you think I usually have my own room.”
She stood up, and Dean, feeling bad again, grabbed her wrist lightly to stop her.
“You know that’s not what I meant. You don’t normally answer my thoughts is all, you wait for me to say it out loud.”
He noticed in the second that followed that his hand encircled her wrist completely in his grasp. She was nearly a foot shorter than him, and he kind of liked how she was small framed, able to stand in his shadow, easy for him to pick her up, to help her if he needed to, she was a little package, with a big attitude. And while it wasn’t as if Dean hadn’t dated women who weren’t shorter than him or had attitude, but he found something about Kaycee more appealing than the others.
His rough skin scratched at the much softer skin of her wrist, and warmed the flesh around it, sending a tingle up her spine, she heard him mull over how tiny she was and she suddenly felt a kind of satisfying feeling, which seemed to spill into her, and sent butterflies to her stomach. This was unusual, since it certainly hadn’t been how she felt up to that point. .
Kaycee looked down to his hand on her, before slowly glancing back up, despite wondering how he’d made her feel so suddenly different, she kept on topic.
“I figured since you would have never said that out loud, I’d save you the trouble of worrying.”
“Can I ask you something?”
Kaycee gave him a sceptical look, to which he laughed. She expected something sarcastic from him, and for a second he considered granting her wish.
“How often have you caught me out?” He thought about rephrasing the question, but his mind did the rest of the talking for him.
‘How many times have you heard me thinking about you?’
“Do you really want me to answer that?” she asked, her voice a little quieter than before, not sure whether he’d be pissed that she heard it, or thought she was strange for not having pulled him up on it before.
And boy, had she heard some things. The imagination Dean had sent her into hot flushes in the back of the Impala when he didn’t know she was listening in on him.
The tinge of pink that had gone to her cheeks in the following seconds told him all he needed to know, and instead of facing the fact that she was well aware he’d like to spend most of his time with her in some state of undress, he diverted any thoughts to something more comical.
“Can’t be any worse than what Sam thinks aye?” He gave a laugh and Kaycee was impressed with his tactics.
“I consider that, psychic, client privilege.” Her eyes glinted with cheek and Dean removed his not so subtle hold of her.
“Oh ha, ha,” he said sarcastically, a pang of jealousy running through his veins, which he doused with her beer.
The butterflies in her stomach suddenly disappeared, and she felt horribly jealous. Her eyes widened slightly, though Dean didn’t notice. She was feeling his emotions, he’d liked touching her, so she had too. Now he was jealous of her interactions with his brother he could only suspect she had, and she suddenly felt like killing Sam would be the only way to get rid of the feeling. She hadn’t felt a connection like that to some one in a long while, and it worried her, a lot.
Things had not gone well the last time she’d started feeling the emotions of another. It had only happened once, in her senior year of high school. A guy she had known most of her life had moved back to town after a couple of years interstate, and they had struck up a friendship again instantly. But puberty had set in now, and things got hot and heavy, and the closer she got to him, not only physically, but mentally and emotionally, the more she heard, the more she felt. The night she lost her virginity to him, he had said it was like he could hear what she was thinking, he was that ‘into’ her. Kaycee speculated that he actually had heard, though she wasn’t sure how it had happened, or if it would happen again.
Things had gone well between them, until one night at a party he had kissed her, and then pulled back suddenly, looking around wildly despite no one being all that close to them. He asked her if she had heard ‘that’, and she had played dumb, knowing full well that he had heard the thoughts of someone else through her somehow. Again and again he heard thoughts when he kissed her, held her hand, hugged her. Eventually he was so sure she was making him loose his mind that he left town. She didn’t have the courage to tell him that it was really her that was the freak, and while she was heartbroken, she knew he’d have never believed her if she’d told him the truth of the matter.
“Kaycee?”
She had been so deep in her own memories that Dean had literally stood watching her for nearly a minute, wishing to god he had her gift too, so he could know what was making her look so sad, so disappointed.
She snapped to, and looked up at him apologetically, now wishing she could just go back to sleep and not feel anything that Dean was feeling ever again, but he wouldn’t let her, as he grasped her upper arm as she made a bid for freedom once again.
“Are you ok?”
“Bad memories,” she replied bluntly, in little more than a croaky whisper.
“For someone who hears everything, you sure aren’t keen on anyone else listening.”
She sighed and looked up at him, his eyes filled with concern, her side pulled to his warm chest, the flexing of the muscles under his shirt becoming evident against the skin of her arm and shoulder. His body heat was radiating out, the faint smell of him crossing her nose, mixing with the smell of beer and cheap hotel rooms… it was enough to make her feel light headed.
She had avoided men, and done a good job of it for years now. She had forgotten about that light headed sensation, the way older boys made teenage girls feel when they got their first taste of attraction. She may as well have been a thirteen year old girl standing next to her crush in line at school.
She felt white noise in her head, she heard him ask her to talk to him, felt the concern expelling from his body like liquid fire, burning her mind with its authenticity.
She began to worry too, and she held back the anger towards herself, for having to hear, being forced to know what others were thinking. To know Dean wanted to, right there and then, make all her pain go away, if only for a moment.
She closed her eyes and didn’t move, though she wasn’t sure why. The white noise in her head grew louder and the concern coming from him turned to agitation. She took to yelling at herself, screaming at her to make him let go of her, to let her climb back onto the couch and never touch him again, she hated him for making her feel these things again, things she hadn’t felt since her first love.
With such sudden movement it took the breath out of her, Dean swung her around, grabbed her other arm and hoisted her clear off the ground. With one clean movement she had been planted back on the counter, looking a lot like a deer in headlights, seconds away from being hit by a semi.
Dean slammed his hands down on the rickety counter beside her thighs and lowered himself to her eye level, his green orbs burning with anger.
The anger was gone, and the sudden adrenaline rush mixed with the fear of not knowing what he was going to do.
Without her anger to feed directly off of, Dean realise what he’d done. His eyes widened, and he quickly removed his hands from the counter like it was a hot stove. He had been worried, then annoyed, then suddenly he wanted to smack her for being so stubborn. What the hell had happened?
Kaycee knew that feelings had been going from her own mind to his, it was her anger that had made him do that, it wasn’t his fault at all. Despite that, she leant back slightly and crossed her arms over her chest all the same, feeling like he was on top of her. She glared at him, despite the last ten seconds being entirely her fault.
“Why do you refuse to let me in?” He asked suddenly, his eyes fixed on hers.
“Well you’re not exactly forthcoming with your inner most thoughts Dean,” she bit back, the clash of moods coming together between them like a storm front.
“I see you talking to Sam, do you share your warm fuzzy feelings with him?”
“No,” she replied honestly, feeling the jealousy again.
“I’ve spent months pushing your buttons Kaycee, and you’ve managed to avoid me, turn my attention away, laugh me off and even pointed me in the direction of other women, just to distract you from the thoughts I know you hear. I don’t know if there’s much else I can do but scream it from the damned rooftops.”
“You don’t have to-“
“-Then why this!? Why this tension, the avoiding of things I sure as hell know you feel when I touch you?”
“Because I’m scared!” she admitted in a cry that caught her off guard.
The same could be said for Dean, the way her petite features changed so suddenly at this admission. The way those big honey brown eyes of hers looked scared, the way her pouting bottom lip was chewed on after she realised what she’d said. All his anger washed away like the retreating tide, and he felt bad for getting in her face for something he misjudged as playing hard to get.
He raised his hand, his fingertips hesitantly setting to her chin. When she didn’t recoil he began tracing the soft line of her jaw with more confidence, from her chin to her ear, where he firmly grasped the back of her neck, tilting her head towards him, despite him feeling her finally begin to shy away. Her skin was soft, smooth and warm to the touch. Her hair was silky in comparison to the texture of his hand, and it caressed his calloused skin, a feeling he quickly realised he liked a lot. He drank in all the details while trying to make sure she didn’t avert her eyes from him, or bail out of the situation like she’d been trying to do so desperately so far.
“Tell me the truth.”
Kaycee opened her eyes and moved her head back to its normal upright position, realising that she must have tilted her head into the touch of his hand as it moved along her jaw line. Even secured so firmly at the top her neck, it felt warm and amazingly comforting, easing her self doubts and relieving the static that filled the air around her.
Kaycee found that when she spent 24/7 with a person, their immediate attractiveness had a tendency to ware off. She thought this was very handy with the Winchesters, as in the first couple of weeks she’d had a lot of trouble containing herself around both Sam and Dean. Tall, broad shouldered, strong jaws, well built… she often felt like giggling, and she worried she’d be caught with a big cheesy grin when she saw something she liked. She was glad it had stopped, or at least slowed down.
But in such an intimate moment like this, she couldn’t help but notice the strong line of Dean’s jaw, his almost pouty bottom lip, the day old stubble grazing his face and those ever observant, forever intense eyes framed with beautiful long lashes. Even with her sitting up on the counter, he still stood higher than her, and it felt like his shoulders took up all her line of sight, hunched over slightly. It would have been intimidating if his eyes didn’t burn with desire like they did.
His mind was strangely patient (unlike before), despite the longing look in his eyes, and he had every intention of waiting as long as it took to know the truth about why she was acting like she was.
So, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to dodge it anymore, she told him.
“Things - happen when I get especially close to people,” she said, which was about the only way she could word it.
Not removing his grasp of her, Dean lowered his head slightly as she looked away from him, his eyes were focused on hers whether she liked it or not.
“Like what?”
“Like I don’t just hear, I feel… emotions, seriously amplified emotions. I get a lot of white noise in my head, like someone’s trying to tune a TV. And-“ She stopped, not sure whether she wanted to admit her condition was occasionally contagious.
“And what?” he pressed her, giving her head a slight prod with his palm as he noticed her wandering off again.
“And it bothers me,” she lied.
She heard him call her a liar, but she ignored it.
Then his thoughts turned inwards, wondering if a simple ‘no’ would have worked better than an elaborate scheme to turn him down. Maybe he’d been wrong in thinking she was attracted to him as much as he was to her.
“Dean,” she offered, gaining his attention as she finally looked into is eyes properly. They were filled with thoughts of self doubt a guy like Dean rarely got when it came to women.
Sure, he knew sleeping with her would probably complicate things, and so he’d steered clear at first, and since they’d been arguing all the time, the want to get her naked had only been a periodic event. But it had gotten harder and harder the more he got to know her. She loved his car, she loved his music (the girl sang Def Leppard in the shower for Christ’s sake), they could talk crap for hours about things that Sam thought were boring. She had taken like a duck to water with self defence, she knew what to say to his snarky comments and had a million of her own. The list got longer and longer, until he found himself making up excuses not to put the moves on her. Wait ‘til the job was over, Sam’s not well, we have to find dad… he couldn’t think of any more excuses. And now that he was so close to her, he wasn’t sure he wanted to back off, not when he knew in his gut that she wanted him too.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten this close to someone. I’m not used to the way it makes me feel… and I’m not just talking about the white noise and feeling your emotions… I-I’m…” She trailed off, but Dean finished her sentence for her.
“You’re scared you’d disappoint me?”
He was right, and she wondered if he’d felt that, since she was dripping with fear at that moment, or he’d just guessed.
“I just happen to know about most of the things you’ve thought about doing. I’m not how you imagine Dean.”
“If you were anything like I imagined I doubt we’d be standing here right now. You’d have already turned into some immortal sex goddess and torn my clothes off with your teeth.”
She laughed, and he smiled, glad to have put a smile onto her pretty face. He could somehow sense that she felt a bit better, and he leaned in slightly, hesitantly to kiss her, his eyes moving from her eyes to her lips and back a few times, judging her reaction to the idea.
Her wide honey brown orbs were fixed on his, unblinkingly watching him as he told himself to not be a pussy about it, and closed the final gap between them.
His hand, laced across the back of her neck secured her in position, and his lips confidently, but gently took hers. He was testing the water, dipping a toe in the pool before hazarding a jump in the deep end. Her lips were soft and inviting, and as they moved ever so slightly to accommodate him, he added just a little more pressure, hiding his desperation to taste her.
The short time she had been in college, Kaycee had engaged in drunken parties most nights. Drugs and alcohol had dulled her psychic senses and abilities, and allowed her to gain practice in the fine arts of sex (or not so fine when drunken frat boys were concerned).
So, if nothing else, she knew how to kiss.
Her lips moved against his slightly, and she felt him holding back all his longing for her, not wanting to scare her as she heard him tell himself to behave.
She smiled against his lips at the way he argued in his head, one side for his primal urges and seemingly hundreds of hours of fantasising, against his wanting to make her feel comfortable and ease the anxiety she had about being with him, or anyone for that matter.
The kiss was slow, but it didn’t take long for the passion to seep through the gap in his lips. The lust, desire and want soaked through her skin, and she felt her anxiety change to another kind, where her stomach did acrobatics and the white noise in her head was nothing compared to the tugging somewhere below her belly button every time he shifted his lips.
Her lips parted more for him, and his tongue took the opportunity to explore, first across her lips, then into her mouth, seeking her own tongue out.
She had forgotten just how intense a kiss could be, and the smallest of moans escaped her lips, making Dean smirk and shift in closer to her, her thighs giving way to make room for him. Her bare skin grazed against his denim covered hips and he set his free hand to her left hip, tugging her forward on the counter to lock into him like a jigsaw piece. He felt her hands move to his sides, hesitantly setting to rest against the waistband of his jeans, but even this subtle touch sent fire burning down his back and into his groin.
It wasn’t all that often he was so reserved, so tame and, one might consider on his best behaviour. But he’d been thinking about doing this for a long while, he wasn’t going to spoil it by – ‘I wonder if they have cable here.’
He pulled back so fast it scared Kaycee too. He whipped his head towards the door, sure he’d just heard a stranger’s voice in his ear. He looked towards to the window, the curtains were drawn, which meant he only saw the shadow of someone moving past. He then turned back to Kaycee, who had shrunk away from him.
“Was that? Did I just?”
She nodded.
“It was like he was standing right next to me!”
“It can be like that if you’re not used to it,” she replied weakly.
“How the hell did I do that?”
“I don’t think you did, I think what I heard just filtered through to you.”
“So you heard that?”
“Kind of, it’s more like hearing someone talking in the same room as you, but you’re not listening to them.”
She had managed to shift away from Dean the whole time, now having vacated her touch of him completely, her back against the wall. She was chewing on her bottom lip again, she almost seemed embarrassed.
“Was that what you were afraid of? That I’d hear what you do?”
She nodded again and he gave a sympathetic smile.
“I’ve had a lot freakier things happen to me Kace, that’s hardly enough to deter me.”
He slid his hands slowly up her legs from her knees, before grasping onto her hips, tugging her forward again, her butt skidding on the laminated counter until he had her where he wanted her again.
“There’s other things,” she began, despite letting him pull her closer. “White noise, emotions going from one to the other… you’ve already been reacting to my emotions and that’s just standing next to me. God knows how bad it co-.”
He kissed her again, half in an attempt to stop her from talking, half because he loved the way her lips moved.
“I need another drink,” she muttered when opportunity finally permitted, though she sounded a little out of breath now.
“Why’s that?” he asked, his lips setting on to her neck, trying quite desperately to calm her down while his hands slid around her lower back, resting on the rise of her ass. He would be damned if she got cold feet now, not when he’d already got going.
“Dulls the noise, for both parties I expect,” she replied, though she trailed off slightly at the end as his lips found a sensitive spot and he sent a shiver up her spine.
“If getting to have you means background noise, I’d welcome Motörhead to play in here.”
She chuckled and he smiled against her neck, enjoying the smell of her hair, a mix of her own scent and whatever hotel shampoo she’d used last. He reached one hand up, winding a loose curl of her chocolate brown locks into his fingers, bringing it to his nose for a moment before tucking it behind her ear. He heard her take in an especially shaky breath.
“Kaycee?”
“Hrm?” she managed, not sure whether she was able to talk at this point.
She’d been struck dumbfounded at his amazingly tender actions. She’d heard the things he’d thought about doing, this was nothing like it. She was used to being… used, Dean was actually enjoying the smell of her, the touch of her skin, he wasn’t even thinking about himself at that point, just about how he loved the smell of her.
“Got any more excuses to try and keep me at bay?”
Another small laugh came from her, and he ran his fingers across the small sliver of bare flesh between her tank top and the shorts at her hips. He pulled his head up to look at her, noticing how she was trying harder to concentrate.
“Maybe if you just focus on how good I’m go’na make you feel, the noise will go away?”
His hands slid down her body, to the sides of her thighs, moving back up, his fingers sliding under the material like a pro burglar slipped through a half open window.
His rough hands against her skin made her jump, but certainly not in fright. She’d forgotten what foreign hands felt like, and her nerves were simply not used to the contact. It’d been years since she’d been intimate with anybody.
Her eyes closed as his large hands slid further up under her shorts.
“Is that a yes?” His voice dropping and whispering huskily into her ear.
She bit her lip hard and stifled a groan, just from the way his voice resinated within her.
His lips set onto the skin under her ear, his hands slowly withdrawing from her shorts, but not removing contact from her as they slid up to her hips again. Without warning he gripped her hard and lifted her up.
She gave a bit of a squeak and laughed as he hoisted her up past his head for a moment, grinning as she smiled down at him.
He eased her back down again and meshed his lips with hers, this time with no restraint.
Her hands grasped each of his broad shoulders, her knees pulled in and gripped at his hips.
Passion erupted between them like a geyser and all rational thoughts left Kaycee’s troubled mind.
Her first time, her thoughts had been with her due to the slow pace and the methodical attempt to get whatever they could, right.
Her very few college bouts had been so memorable… that the only reason she knew she’d had sex was because she woke up in a foreign bed with various ‘day after’ aches and pains.
This - this was nothing like any of that. She couldn’t have heard a thought if she wanted to, her own mind was screaming with its own thoughts and desires.
She thought about how much strength he had to hold her, how scratchy the stubble at his jaw was and how fantastic his body felt against hers (it was rigid, firm against her much softer form), the way his lips and tongue manipulated her own, the feel of his chest pushing her breasts near painfully hard, the smell of him, the way he deprived her of air, and the fact that she loved all of it.
He finally pulled back from her and she took a small gasp as her lungs refilled. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d walked halfway across the room to his bed. He gave her a cheeky grin and with a slight flick, tossed her onto his already tossed bed.
She bounced on the overly soft mattress, before relaxing onto her back, and like a predator, Dean crawled up the bed, from her feet up, kissing, licking and stopping to appreciate whatever he damn well wanted to.
He bent her left leg up, admiring the smooth line of her thigh, trailing his hands up, his lips following as he listened to her giggle and laugh with a rather warm smile, his twinkling eyes looking up at her whenever she gave a start from the sensations, just to make sure he had the go ahead to continue.
He continued his way up past her hip, his lips and hands starting to trail up under her shirt. The material began to scrunch as his head slowly moved up, his tongue leaving a wet trail as her stomach rose and fell with the rhythm of a mouse’s heartbeat.
He looked up at her again, admiring the way she writhed under his touch, moving both his hands to her sides and edging the top further up.
She aided his endeavour by rising the arch of her back up to unpin the material from beneath her.
With minimal manipulation, the shirt came over her head, and he tossed it to the side. His hands came to cup her face as he lowered his body down some, his lips teasing hers, while one hand slid down to the newly exposed skin of her breasts and stomach.
He paused a moment, pulling up enough to look her in the eyes, and he heard some faint words in the back of his head, which he realised had to be her.
She didn’t say anything out loud, which didn’t bother him in the slightest as he kissed her once more before moving painfully slow down her neck, working his lips across her collar bones before reaching the rise and fall of her breasts.
While certainly not worthy of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover, Kaycee had enough flesh in that department to keep Dean’s hands happy as he listened to her breathing and the feint sound of her voice in the back of his head.
His lips sought out her nipple, his tongue swirling across the soft bud, while Kaycee gasped out, the flesh quickly hardening while a wave of pleasure slammed through her.
Dean amused himself by alternating between sides, a hand replacing his mouth as he repeatedly switched his torture methods.
Her hand snaked into his hair, and she felt whatever nervousness she had left begin to leave as arousal took over.
His own arousal was becoming painfully obvious within his jeans, the constricting material pressing against his hardening cock made him shift and reposition himself repeatedly against her with no relief.
He finally removed himself from his assault on her nipples long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it away while he kicked his shoes off the end of the bed.
Looking down at Kaycee did nothing to lessen the extent of his need for her, the way her hair was tossed and her chest rose and fell, steadier than before, all the while looking up at him with the smallest of smiles on her pretty face.
Her hands came to rest at the belt loops of his jeans as she tugged him towards her, and Dean was smart enough to take the hint, lowering himself back down to kiss her again.
He was surprised when he felt her slim fingers start at his pants buttons, the throbbing in his dick becoming more and more intense as it anticipated being touched.
As it was, Dean’s confidence in bed was having a direct effect on Kaycee, as she felt more and more confident about doing things that came to her mind. She would later realise (after much back seat ‘meditation’) that it was really him that gave her the desire to unzip his pants and slide one hand inside, grasping Dean’s now rigid length, which made him moan into her mouth and bite her lower lip teasingly as her fingers decided the best way to move over him.
Dean next bit down on his own lip, as he nestled his head into the crook of her neck, the sensations ripping through him almost too much to take at that point. He gave a deep groan into her skin and ran his hand over her hair, winding his fingers into it.
Satisfied and spurred on by his reactions, it didn’t take her long to find the right pace to make him purr into her ear and seemingly melt.
Dean made fast work of kicking off his jeans and boxers, all the while managing to do so without disrupting Kaycee too much. It could very well have been the fact he didn’t normally have to sit on desires for so long, but she built him up quicker than most.
Not even wanting to chance coming without getting to fuck her, he removed her hand from his cock, bringing it up beside her head, pinning it down as he kissed her. His free hand slid down her stomach and into her shorts, dipping down to find their mark, watching as she gave a gasped moan into his mouth as he slid two fingers into her.
Her hips arched up into him, and he heard her whimper as he rocked them in and out of her. He knew he probably should have started with one, but he loved bold reactions out of his women, and it was more fun to hear them groan out than to just moan a little.
He was starting to ‘hear’ more, though her lips never did more than form rather primitive sounds. Flashes of words, like someone repeatedly turning the volume up and down on a radio in quick succession. He heard his name, heard her swear, heard her mention god a couple of times and a whole lot of other things he couldn’t make out.
“I can hear you,” he whispered breathlessly into her ear.
His words caught her off guard, as she was currently focusing on the growing tension in her gut and the way his fingers sent jolts up her spine.
She turned her head slightly to face him, her eyes heavy and half open, only then realising what he’d said.
He kissed her, his hand never stopping or slowing down, he watched as she quickly deteriorated before him.
He had to admire how beautiful she looked in the dim light from outside, the occasional colour pattern splashed over her body from the TV. He couldn’t have asked for a better outcome to a conversation with her as he added a thumb to her clit, watching her react strongly to it.
She turned her head back to face the ceiling as she grew restless under him, moaning a little louder, breathing heavier than before.
He watched as she grasped the sheets by her sides, taking only a few more moments before she gave a bit of a cry and seized up around him, her back arched dramatically as he slid his free hand across her jaw and turned her head to face him again.
He kissed her lightly as she rode the last of her orgasm out.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Having just had to deal with all those sensations, and the ones remaining as his fingers gently continued to work her, Dean’s words took a little longer than usual to register.
The only thing she could do at that point was smile lightly at him, and she watched out of the corner of her eye as Dean slowly retreated from inside her.
He ducked away from her for a moment, though she hardly noticed save the cold rushing to her skin.
He retrieved a condom from somewhere in his pants and made quick work of putting it on.
He returned to kneel between her legs, sliding her shorts down her legs, adding them to the increasing pile of clothes on the floor.
She looked up at him, knowing what was coming next as he gripped her hips and scooted her down the bed just a tad, knowing right where she needed to be.
Not abandoning her skin for long, he lowered himself down to her, kissing her passionately as he found his mark and eased himself painfully slow inside her.
She took in a sharp breath and he cradled the back of her neck as the first few moments of discomfort passed.
She was tight enough to drive him mad, and he had to occupy himself with kissing her to stop himself from fucking her hard.
He moved a free hand to her leg, bending it at the knee and pulling it into him as he pulled back and entered her again, more than before.
It took a minute, but Kaycee took to moaning rather than hissing out, she lulled her head back at the intense feeling, the way he seemed to completely fill her and then some, making every movement intense.
She could hear him reminding himself to take it slow, but she liked the way it felt those few times so far when his hips bumped against hers, sent her up the bed just that little bit and took the air from her lungs.
She dragged her nails down his back and whispered to him.
“Harder.”
Needing no more spurring on, Dean, who felt like he was trying to hold back a galloping horse, rocked into her at a far more palatable speed, moaning as the lack of restraint made it feel all the better.
It was easy for Kaycee to shift her back to have her arch her hips into him, and she rocked into him with each of his thrusts, gasping at each one that took her breath away, hearing nothing but their ragged breathing and the grunts he gave into her shoulder.
His hands wandered across her, finding more and more places to pull her into him a bit better, a bit harder than before. He couldn’t hold back now even if she wanted him to, but the way she groaned out with each strengthening thrust assured him he was doing the right thing.
Kaycee was quickly building up to orgasm again, and she could feel and hear Dean going through the motions of making sure he held out as long as he could. He gripped her harder, and she felt him tense up somewhat.
Their bodies stuck together with sweat, and it reluctantly peeled away from each other as they moved.
As Kaycee swore out loudly, her walls tightening around his cock, Dean couldn’t hold back any longer and he groaned out her name as he came too.
As the aftershocks ripped through them, he all but collapsed on top of her, her leg wrapped over his ass and settled between the backs of his legs.
He didn’t want to move, his body aching tired, not to mention her leg stopping him from doing so, so it was quite a few minutes before staying inside her was too much of a sensation for him to handle.
Stroking the hair from her face, he smiled lightly as he realised she was half asleep, and she grumbled as he moved her leg from over him and got up to dispose of the used condom.
It was only a minute before he returned to her side, dropping down beside her on the bed, wrapping his arm across her, kissing her neck as he listened to her now steady breathing.
A few more minutes passed in silence before she stirred.
“I’m cold,” she muttered.
They shifted about until the blanket could be pulled over them, and Dean happily resumed his position beside her once she had been covered up. He noticed a fuzzy feeling he had in the back of his head, a kind of dizzy feeling he’d never felt before. He remembered that she’d talked about getting something similar when people thought ‘in picture’.
“What are you thinking about?”
“What do you think?” she replied sarcastically without opening her eyes.
“Why?” she added a moment after, opening her eyes to look at him.
“Doesn’t matter,” he reassured her, moving a few strands of hair from her face behind her ear.
She turned to her side and Dean turned into her back, his mind begging for some rest, he had a hard time keeping his eyes open, despite wanting to listen to the things Kaycee’s mind was going over.
He noticed that she wasn’t regretting what they’d just done, or telling herself it had been bad. She seemed to radiate satisfaction.
Setting a soft kiss onto her shoulder blade Dean drifted off with her in his arms, despite knowing Sam would be back soon. It felt too good to have her with him to move to the other bed or the couch, even though they would be busted as soon as Sam got back.
It wasn’t like Sam wasn’t aware of how Dean wanted Kaycee, in fact Sam had been the first person to tell his brother he was in desperate need of hooking up with her. But that being said, it was probably going to be pretty damned awkward for Kaycee, especially since she’d be able to hear what Sam was thinking.