This is Everything
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Supernatural › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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1
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This is Everything
Notes: This is the first part. Short, sorry.
Dean’s bossy. And condescending, and his ‘I’m in charge, deal with it bitches’ attitude was really starting to piss you off. It’s like you and Sam are his little army and everything has to be done perfectly, to his absurd standards- and you weren’t going to take anymore. You knew how to take down tyrants- cut off their resources.
Mean Girls did teach you some life lessons.
You had never even seen a gun before, and you could shoot almost as good as Sam. You can run faster than their scrawny asses, and you’re going to be a doctor if you ever go back to Med School.
Using thread for sutures is both unsanitary and wrong. Thankfully you cleared out your locker before you left and grabbed as much as your giant purse (which Dean hates) full of medical supplies. You were an asset to your boys. And it’s about damn time Dean realized it.
“I’m going to sleep with Dean.” You whisper into your Sammy’s ear. His eyes widen and his brow furrows, and it’s so cute you have to kiss him. “This- this is everything, Sam. Us, the road. And I need to knock Dean off his high horse.”
You don’t think he understands right now, but he will later. “I love you, Smammy.”
“You’re crazy.” He whispers back, glancing back towards Dean passed out in the backseat.
“I love you. And you love Dean, its hard not to love the asshole.” You smile, “And this is something I need to do. It’s the three of us forever. And he seriously needs to get laid.”
“And you’re going to do it for him, Jess? Come on.”
“Yes, DuDe. It’ll all work out, I promise.”
**
“Quit dropping your shoulder! Jessica come on, this is kid’s stuff.” Dean growls, obviously frustrated. Sam was at the library researching and this was the perfect time to execute her plan.
“I was in gymnastics since I was five, Dean. I am not dropping my fucking shoulder.” You inform him, doing a handspring into a standing back flip. His eyebrows raise, but he says nothing. You remove the shirt Sam gave you to spar in, and plop yourself on the floor in front of him. Stretching as slow as possible, you make sure he gets a good view down the front of your Sports Bra and drag him down on the floor with you.
You spread his feet out to touch yours and you make him stretch with you. He obviously doesn’t want to, but he does anyway just to make you happy. Which is a good sign. And he’s also pretty limber, which is an even better sign.
“Sam told me you used to pick up girls at bars.” You say innocently, moving to stretch your arms. He just sits there and watches you, before he figures out you want to have a conversation with him.
“So?” He says finally, leaning back against the wall. You move to sit in front of him again and shrug dramatically.
“You’re used to having sex.” You inform him, “And you’ve gone from some to none. And it’s making you cranky.”
“Dude, I am not cranky.”
“Dude, you totally are.” You mock. “You’re frustrated, and I can help.”
“You got a stripper hiding in the closet?” He snickers thinking that he is mighty witty. But then, in traditional Dean fashion, he turns silent. He starts staring at the floor letting your words sink in. Good. Now he’s thinking about sex (if he wasn’t already). Smirking, you lift your sports bra over your head and lean in closer.
“Oh.” He blushes, the bastard blushes, and then you’re blushing and then his mouth is covering yours and he tastes like pancakes. And smells like maple syrup. And apparently you think that’s hilarious, because you’re laughing into his mouth. Then, hell freezes over and you hear Dean laugh, genuinely laugh and it just feels good to see him relax.
He’s hovering over you suddenly, and you frown before he’s barking at someone to get out. Oh shit, you knew it was bad idea to sneak into the college. But the person left and Dean’s smiling and then you’re smiling again and taking off his wife beater. You peel off his sweats, and unsurprisingly he’s not wearing boxers.
“You could at least look surprised.” He snarks, pulling off your shorts and panties in one hard tug. Then it hits you- you’re both naked. You’re cheating on your fiancé, with his brother and you’ve never been more aroused in your life.
His hands move down, but you swat them away. “You could at least look surprised.” You mock pushing him back onto the floor and sinking on top of his erection. He’s definitely thicker around than Sam is, but they’re about the same size length-wise-
Oh, Dean has some tricks up his sleeve.
“I am thinking. Stop that.” You chide, wiggling back down on him to return to your original position. He swears but stays still until you lean down and lick the column of his throat. “Hmm, Dean.” You moan, shifting your hips slightly. You lean in close into his ear and give it a little lick before whispering:
“Make it hurt.”
Dean’s bossy. And condescending, and his ‘I’m in charge, deal with it bitches’ attitude was really starting to piss you off. It’s like you and Sam are his little army and everything has to be done perfectly, to his absurd standards- and you weren’t going to take anymore. You knew how to take down tyrants- cut off their resources.
Mean Girls did teach you some life lessons.
You had never even seen a gun before, and you could shoot almost as good as Sam. You can run faster than their scrawny asses, and you’re going to be a doctor if you ever go back to Med School.
Using thread for sutures is both unsanitary and wrong. Thankfully you cleared out your locker before you left and grabbed as much as your giant purse (which Dean hates) full of medical supplies. You were an asset to your boys. And it’s about damn time Dean realized it.
“I’m going to sleep with Dean.” You whisper into your Sammy’s ear. His eyes widen and his brow furrows, and it’s so cute you have to kiss him. “This- this is everything, Sam. Us, the road. And I need to knock Dean off his high horse.”
You don’t think he understands right now, but he will later. “I love you, Smammy.”
“You’re crazy.” He whispers back, glancing back towards Dean passed out in the backseat.
“I love you. And you love Dean, its hard not to love the asshole.” You smile, “And this is something I need to do. It’s the three of us forever. And he seriously needs to get laid.”
“And you’re going to do it for him, Jess? Come on.”
“Yes, DuDe. It’ll all work out, I promise.”
**
“Quit dropping your shoulder! Jessica come on, this is kid’s stuff.” Dean growls, obviously frustrated. Sam was at the library researching and this was the perfect time to execute her plan.
“I was in gymnastics since I was five, Dean. I am not dropping my fucking shoulder.” You inform him, doing a handspring into a standing back flip. His eyebrows raise, but he says nothing. You remove the shirt Sam gave you to spar in, and plop yourself on the floor in front of him. Stretching as slow as possible, you make sure he gets a good view down the front of your Sports Bra and drag him down on the floor with you.
You spread his feet out to touch yours and you make him stretch with you. He obviously doesn’t want to, but he does anyway just to make you happy. Which is a good sign. And he’s also pretty limber, which is an even better sign.
“Sam told me you used to pick up girls at bars.” You say innocently, moving to stretch your arms. He just sits there and watches you, before he figures out you want to have a conversation with him.
“So?” He says finally, leaning back against the wall. You move to sit in front of him again and shrug dramatically.
“You’re used to having sex.” You inform him, “And you’ve gone from some to none. And it’s making you cranky.”
“Dude, I am not cranky.”
“Dude, you totally are.” You mock. “You’re frustrated, and I can help.”
“You got a stripper hiding in the closet?” He snickers thinking that he is mighty witty. But then, in traditional Dean fashion, he turns silent. He starts staring at the floor letting your words sink in. Good. Now he’s thinking about sex (if he wasn’t already). Smirking, you lift your sports bra over your head and lean in closer.
“Oh.” He blushes, the bastard blushes, and then you’re blushing and then his mouth is covering yours and he tastes like pancakes. And smells like maple syrup. And apparently you think that’s hilarious, because you’re laughing into his mouth. Then, hell freezes over and you hear Dean laugh, genuinely laugh and it just feels good to see him relax.
He’s hovering over you suddenly, and you frown before he’s barking at someone to get out. Oh shit, you knew it was bad idea to sneak into the college. But the person left and Dean’s smiling and then you’re smiling again and taking off his wife beater. You peel off his sweats, and unsurprisingly he’s not wearing boxers.
“You could at least look surprised.” He snarks, pulling off your shorts and panties in one hard tug. Then it hits you- you’re both naked. You’re cheating on your fiancé, with his brother and you’ve never been more aroused in your life.
His hands move down, but you swat them away. “You could at least look surprised.” You mock pushing him back onto the floor and sinking on top of his erection. He’s definitely thicker around than Sam is, but they’re about the same size length-wise-
Oh, Dean has some tricks up his sleeve.
“I am thinking. Stop that.” You chide, wiggling back down on him to return to your original position. He swears but stays still until you lean down and lick the column of his throat. “Hmm, Dean.” You moan, shifting your hips slightly. You lean in close into his ear and give it a little lick before whispering:
“Make it hurt.”