Hearing Is Believing

The following cut scene takes place with a job not taken from the Supernatural story lines, occuring mid season 1. Kaycee is irritated with Dean for brooding over loosing out on sex the night before with another woman, so she takes the liberty of shutting him up while Sam is forced to keep working despite knowing what they're up to.
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Dean was pissed off, he was tired, he was hung over, and that waitress from the bar the night before had flaked out on him so he was horny as all hell, which did absolutely nothing to help the situation. Sam had gone to the morgue to con his hands onto a medical report, and was then going to go to the funeral home, so the older brother was brooding in his car while waiting for Kaycee to get back from casing the family for clues, posed as an insurance agent.
The passenger door opened and the short brunette dropped down into the Impala, her conservative looking outfit making him glance out the corner of his eye. A knee length grey skirt and a white button up blouse looked too secretary on her, he liked it better when she got around in her pyjamas… or nothing at all. He figured it was just his luck for her to be all covered up, depriving his hungry eyes of her skin just when he wanted it the most.
“Should I walk back to the motel?” she asked suddenly, bringing Dean’s attention to her as he realised she’d been listening to him in the minute or so that had followed her getting in the car.
He shook his head and started the car up, the purr of the engine easing his tensions slightly as Kaycee just smiled lightly at him and shook her head, wondering if he realised just how juvenile he could be sometimes.
“What’d you find out?” he asked after she had turned on the radio to try and drown out his continued silent pissing and moaning.
“Husband was having and affair with the dead girl, the step son knew.”
“Think the girlfriend killed the wife?”
“The step son certainly suspects it. Pull in here.”
Dean looked at Kaycee as she pointed to an upcoming alley. “Why?”
“Just do it,” she replied bluntly.
Wondering what was down there that he needed to see, he complied, swinging the large Chevy into the dark alley, rolling it to a stop near its dead end before turning the ignition off.
“What’s down here?” he asked again, looking around and behind him at the dark brick walls and trash cans.
Kaycee didn’t answer, and Dean’s breath caught in his throat when she moved across the seat, swinging her leg over him, straddling his legs and sitting down on his thighs, her knees gripping at his hips, that secretary skirt of hers hitched up to her hips… she suddenly didn’t look so conservative. She was sitting bolt upright due to the steering wheel pressing into her back, which did a good job of making her bust look bigger than usual.
She smirked at him as his mind finally went quiet, she was sick of him whining about that waitress, he’d been on about it since he’d trudged in at 4am that morning and had fallen over the couch she was sleeping on. She’d been in the room with Sam going over news reports on murdered house wives in the area. He’d been acting like a toddler who hadn’t gotten his candy ever since.
Even though the two of them had been together on several occasions, they’d also had enough arguments to warrant Dean storming off and finding relief elsewhere. While it wasn’t her favourite thing to hear him thinking about when he got bored on the road, she knew it was his nature to ‘divide and conquer’ as much pussy as he could, asking him to stop would probably just result in another argument.
It wasn’t like she was in love with him, so it wasn’t a big deal.
“Now that I have your attention,” she said with a smirk, watching as he set his hands to the outsides of her legs, sliding them slowly up from her knee, to snake under her skirt, bunching it up further until his fingers grazed the lacy material of her panties.
“I’m sick of listening to you bitch,” she continued as she rested her forearms on his shoulders, reaching her fingers up to slide into his short blonde hair.
“I’ll be quiet,” he replied, biting his bottom lip as he tried not to ravage her on the spot.
This was without a doubt something he hadn’t expected from her. While she’d certainly been coming into her own since they’d been sleeping together, she still got nervous in new situations. He loved teaching her things, and she was a great student, but this move was way out of left field as far as spontaneity and sheer naughtiness. If he didn’t know better he’d think she was turning into him.
“Yeah right,” she replied sarcastically, leaning in to kiss him.
With a quick slide of his hands, he’d grabbed her ass, pulling her harshly towards him until her chest collided with his and her knees grazed against the leather of the seat back behind him.
She pulled upright more, her ass rising off his legs to meet his demands, and Dean slid one hand down the side of his seat, finding the lever that moved it forwards and back. With a flick upwards the lever gave way and they slid back until the front seat hit the end of its tracks, which kept her back from pressing hard into the steering wheel.
Kaycee gave a jump at the sudden movement and pulled away from him, laughing at the satisfied little smirk on his lips, she shook her head, brushing her fringe away from her honey brown eyes.
Dean sought out her neck, trailing his tongue along the soft skin as he listened to her give a small moan and drop her head to one side, while she wound her fingers into his shirt, scratching her nails across the fabric and into his skin.
He was already painfully hard, the previous night’s non event and her bold actions making things all the more exciting for him, he groaned into her neck as he felt her roll her hips into him.
The phone in his back pocket started to ring.
“Damn it Sam,” he muttered into her neck, reaching one hand behind him to grab out the phone from his back pocket, while Kaycee just laughed lightly and leaned backwards, the cool metal of the steering wheel bracing her back as she watched Dean give her a ‘one second’ signal with a finger and flipped the phone open.
“This better be good Sam!”
Kaycee laughed, sliding her hips forward and reclining further into the wheel.
Dean bit his lip and gave her a warning look as he tried to listen to Sam, who’s voice could be faintly heard coming from the phone.
“I’m not pissed off, I’m in the middle of something,” he continued, trying hard not to concentrate on Kaycee as she smirked at him and started to unbutton her shirt, revealing a white bra with purple lace.
Dean glared at her, and he repositioned the phone onto his shoulder, leaning his head down into it as his hands sought out her breasts, sliding them over the soft material of her bra before moving one strap and then the other down over her shoulders enough to expose her nipples to the cool air.
His actions earned a throaty moan from Kaycee as she arched her back into is teasing touch.
“You what?” Dean suddenly asked, retreating his hands from her, realising Sam had been talking. He resumed his concentration on the phone, but the novice wouldn’t have known, since his hands made their way up the outside of her thighs now, right up under the grey skirt until he found her underwear again.
Kaycee continued to unbutton her shirt, and raised her hips slightly as she felt Dean begin tugging her panties down.
“What? – Oh yeah, she said the husband was screwing around and his kid knew, thinks the girlfriend killed her.”
Kaycee was growing increasingly confident around Dean, and she quite admired the way he was able to keep his composure while talking to his brother, and also managed to remove her underwear, nudging her knees up one by one to get the lacy white and purple fabric off her at the same time, despite the fact he was already hard as stone and she was teasing the hell out of him.
He didn’t miss a beat, and she loved the look on his face when she started playing with her nipples, a mix between wanting to kill her, and wanting to fuck her, even with Sam still on the phone.
Still reclined, her shirt now hanging open, she reached her nimble hands forward, sliding them between her knees, undoing the buttons of his jeans, slipping a hand in to grasp his rigid cock.
“Nope,” Dean all but squeaked, “she can’t come to the phone right now Sammy-boy,” he continued in a relatively normal voice, licking his lips before biting down hard on them as he swallowed a moan.
“- Because her hands are full.”
She laughed, and she heard Sam say ‘I can hear her’ through the phone.
“I didn’t say she wasn’t here,” Dean continued, closing his eyes and retreating his hands from Kaycee’s thighs to grab the phone again. “I said she couldn’t come to the phone. – Yes I know it’s a cell genius. – Yeah I’ll have her get right on that.”
Kaycee raised an eyebrow, and leaned in to trail her tongue across his neck.
“Come to think of it, she’s on top of things as we speak.”
“Hang up Dean,” she whispered, sliding her hand painfully slow along him.
“Yeah Sam I’m go’na have to call you back. – I dunno, fifteen minutes?”
Kaycee took to leaving her mark on Dean’s neck, while continuing to stroke his cock.
“Make that half an hour – Yes I’m deadly serious.”
Kaycee smirked into his neck, scraping her teeth along his skin, grinning as he jumped slightly.
“You will wait at the damn funeral home. – Trust me, this is just as important. – Don’t start Sam!”
Kaycee reached her free hand to grab the phone, “Gotta go, bye!” Dean quickly finished off as she slowly closed it with a snap before tossing it to the back seat.
“You’re a bad influence on me, you know that?” he said with a grin, sliding her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms before pulling the ends of it towards him, trapping her arms in and yanking her into his chest, which made her release his throbbing dick.
“Like you’ve never blown him off for sex before,” she bit back in an amused voice, shrugging the shirt loose and back onto her shoulders before wrapping her arms back around is neck as she spoke.
Dean just smiled and kissed her again, running his tongue along her lips and kneading her ass with his strong hands. Her torturous efforts on his prick had all but killed him, so he found her current abandonment relieving.
Her body heat all but seeped into him, and he felt her enjoyment warming him up from the inside out. These days he didn’t have to sleep with her to feel what was going through her head, and he quite enjoyed having even a small advantage on what she was thinking, even if it was just tiny glimpses… not that he didn’t sleep with her whenever he could… for that extra ‘edge’.
And right now, she was enjoying herself, though it didn’t really take a psychic to notice.
He smiled into her lips, running one hand through her brown locks while the other shifted the fabric of her skirt away from under her hips. His fingers delved greedily into her and she gave a groan into his mouth, dropping her head into his shoulder, one hand grasping his jacket’s collar on the opposite shoulder.
Seemed she was just as wound up as he was.
“You’d think you were the one who lucked out last night,” he chuckled.
Her reply was muffled into his shoulder, but he felt a flash of anger and quickly realised it was her, she didn’t particularly enjoy him mentioning some waitress considering her current position.
“Shut up Dean,” she muttered into the leather of his jacket, but he’d taken the hint.
The hand that had wound into her hair gave a sharp tug and he pulled her head up to face him, her dark eyes glazed over with lust, his own green orbs not that different looking to her own.
He kissed her again, rocking his fingers into her as painfully slow as she had done to him earlier.
The hand in her hair kept her head from falling back onto his shoulder and he forced her to pay more attention to the sensations he was giving her, making her look at him smirk as she would give a little yelp or bite down on her lip.
He wanted her more than ever, but he loved watching her fall apart too much to give up the game yet. He watched with immense satisfaction as she whimpered and groaned, and he finally let her drop her head back onto his shoulder, her arms wrapping tighter around his neck as he listened to her shaky breathing in his ear, trying hard to ignore the intense aching in his crotch.
He had felt such an intense need to fuck her senseless, make the windows fog up and the non-existent alarm go off in the Impala, but the painfully slow pace so far was making his head spin in amazing ways, and he intended to see if he could keep it up as he maneuvered inside of her, groaning into her hair as she rolled her hips down into him, still buried in his shoulder all the while, she took a moment to raise her lips to his ear and whisper hotly in his ear, “Don’t stop.”
He muttered something religious and she sat back somewhat, the upright position divine for the brunette, she watched as Dean dropped his head into the headrest of the seat, his hands setting to her hips as she experimentally rocked them forward and back.
“Fuck Kaycee,” he groaned, his hands gripping her almost painfully, pulling his head up, he saw the little smile on her face before he pushed up into her, making her moan loudly.
He caught her lips with his but couldn’t hold onto them for long before she had pushed back on his chest, looking down between them as she lifted her hips up at a different angle before looking at him to see what effect it had.
Considering taking up bitching as a profession, he found with her doing all the moving, it seemed to feel a hundred times better, he should have fucked her like this sooner. His breathing quickly grew ragged, and Kaycee, while definitely more composed, was breathing just as heavy.
Dean did his best to compose himself, but the way she kept switching the angles of her hips was killing him. He felt her satisfaction, or maybe it was pride, though he didn’t care if she announced to the world she was driving him insane, he loved it.
The once brooding blonde was beginning to have trouble concentrating on the flesh on top of him, and he closed his eyes as she breathed unsteadily into his ear, the sound all but a symphony to him. The little moans, the sharp gasps for air, the sound of his name as she mulled it over in her head, and occasionally breathed it into his ear from her position by his neck.
He flexed his fingers into the soft flesh at her hips, almost wanting her to stop what she was doing, he was going to come, and he knew he hadn’t worked her up, unless she gave him another five minutes fairly torture free, he was going to offload without her, and that didn’t appeal to him.
Kaycee on the other hand wasn’t even thinking about that, she was too preoccupied listening to him curse her name and beg her to keep going in the same sentence. She could feel him tensing up, his fingers gripping her harder than a minute before, which she’d noticed he did when he was trying to hold out longer. She looked to her side at him, his eyes closed, biting hard on his lip, she moved to kiss him, which he greedily accepted, and he groaned loudly into her mouth as she once again shifted her hips and changed angles on him, his hands suddenly gripped her so hard she seized up in pain, and Dean came, harder than he thought was possible, his head dropping hard into her shoulder, his head swimming, his grip slowly releasing on Kaycee’s now red hips. As soon as he could think straight again, he instantly regretted climaxing without her.
Never the less she had collapsed into him, finding that little nook between his neck and broad shoulder to settle into once again and had gone quiet.
Dean did his best to regain his senses, but it was almost impossible, since he could still feel her constricting around him, he had to pull out of her before she quite literally killed him.
He wondered briefly if she was doing that on purpose, he felt her smile against the skin of his neck and he silently called her a tease.
He ran his fingers through her hair, moving it away from her exposed ear, leaning down to whisper to her, lightly kissing it before hand.
“I owe you an orgasm.”
He heard her giggle quietly, and clearly heard her mind tell him she looked forward to it.
Things went silent between them, and Dean’s hangover now seemed amplified, the strain and exertion of sex making his headache worse in the aftermath.
Kaycee, warm and still buzzing with the build up to an orgasm that didn’t reach its climax, was calming herself down, and quickly began a nap, as she often did in quiet times in the Impala, though Dean usually didn’t keep her warm like this. She loved the feel of his arm as it snaked around her middle, his rough fingers slowly tracing circles on her exposed skin as he gave a sigh and rested his head back against the seat, almost ready to take a snooze himself.
The phone rang and they both jumped, then both gave a chuckle at their reactions. Dean considered the fact that she was so comfortable there with him, when in reality someone could walk down that alley at any time and see her, half undressed, sitting on top of him (he figured this would bother most women, though not him). He loved that she was so comfortable around him now, but it had taken him months to calm her down.
When he’d first met her, she’d convinced herself she was a freak, she was scared to know people, let alone have a relationship with someone (if you could call what they were doing a relationship). She’d relaxed, become more at ease with herself, stopped being so damned withdrawn. She let him sit there with her, hear some of the things she was thinking and enjoy the touch of her skin, the smell of her hair, the snarky little comments she would inevitably throw at him.
He’d never had this with another woman before.
Kaycee didn’t even pull her head up from his shoulder as Dean collected his thoughts and reached around behind him, trying to find the phone she had taken such joy in tossing earlier. His fingers finally grasped the cold plastic and he picked it up, with one arm still wrapped around her middle, not willing to leave her warmth, he pulled the flip phone open with his teeth.
“Has it been half an hour already?” he asked honestly into the phone, knowing it could only be Sam, or at least he hoped.
“No, it hasn’t,” Sam replied. “Now put your clothes on and get to the Anderson and Sons Funeral Home.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because the body’s gone! That’s why.”
Dean was only half listening, he was trying to find out whether Kaycee had actually gone to sleep or not, her hair was curtaining her face from view.
“Dean!”
“Yeah, I hear you Sammy, relax.”
“This is serious Dean, this cheating husband is probably next.”
“We don’t know that for sure.”
“Well isn’t that what Kaycee said? That he was cheating? You would think if his girlfriend is dealt with, that the husband would be next, wouldn’t you? Or did you miss vengeful spirit 101?”
“Alright, alright.”
“Good, now pull up your damned pants and get over here. It’s not like Kaycee to do a… you.”
Dean rolled his eyes. His brother’s awareness of their on again, off again relationship didn’t bother him, nor Kaycee for that matter, but it did bother Sam when the two of them were at odds for whatever reason. It made his life harder, having to deal with two adults acting like teenagers, refusing to talk to one another and making him take messages.
“I think her spending all this time with you has your brain waves rubbing off on her.”
Kaycee hadn’t been argumentative or juvenile to start with, and Sam was convinced that her spending so much time with his brother, had her acting more and more like him, and Dean and an increasingly Dean-like character meant fighting, followed by hard-core making up.
“Well if she turns into a pain in the ass, I’ll know she’s spent too much time with you.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
“Just get over here Dean!”