onlytobenormal | a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

"Think so? Even if I have you all tied up?" She grinned and nipped him back. "I accept that challenge. Just you wait and see."

"Even if you tie me up." He ran his hands up her sides. He wasn't entirely clueless, he knew which looks were most likely to get Dean to give in, which noises. He wasn't above using it to his advantage either.

"Mmm... now, I can't wait to try it." She shivered under his hands and sat up slowly, straddling his hips. "C'mon, Sammy. Let's get that shower and get going before I decide to tie you down."

She grinned and shifted off of him to head into the bathroom.

"Yeah, okay..." They really should wash up and head out before trying out anything else... especially when it was possibly they might be there awhile.

Getting to his feet, he followed her into the bathroom and leaned on the door frame while she got everything ready.

She started the water and warmed it to the temperature she wanted before she stepped inside and looked back to grin at Sam. "You coming? Peeping Tom..."

"I'm not a peeping Tom," he grumbled half-heartedly as he stepped in behind her, reaching for the soap and... going to wash her off.

Dean laughed and leaned in while Sam started to wash her. "You sure about that? Sure seem to enjoy watching me while I'm naked..."

"Dude, you can't talk. Every time I'm naked, you gawk at me. The same look that used to be reserved for waitresses in lowcut tops and girls at bars," he shot back, taking his time washing her up. "So I know what you're thinking when you do it."

"I never said I wasn't a pervert, Sammy. Just reminding you that you are, too." She grinned, happy to let him take all the time in the world. The longer his hands were on her, the better. "That look is me fucking you with my eyes. Thinking about what the odds are I could convince you to sneak off into some corner somewhere and fuck me up against a wall, no matter where we are."

She grinned and pressed in close to him. "Sometimes I see how much I can tease you in public because I want to see what it'll take to convince you to sneak me into a men's room or fitting room or something because you can't take it anymore."

His hands paused over her, a little more distracted by her words than anything else. He felt a prickle of heat, a little embarrassment at those words, but an even stronger spark of lust.

"You don't know how many times you've taken me shopping or just had me go out with you that I've wanted to do just that, Dean..." He gave a weak chuckle, leaning in to press his lips to her shoulder in a light kiss. "Hard to keep my hands off you anymore..."

She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned in close when Sam kissed her shoulder. She smiled up at him. "I keep thinking about dragging you off into some dimly lit stairwell and getting you to fuck me up against a wall hard and fast, hoping nobody comes in. Maybe with a hand over my mouth to keep me from making too much noise and giving us away."

His breath hitched, eyes darkening at those words. He shifted a little to kiss the other deeply. "Fuck," he growled softly. "If you keep talking like this, Dean, you know we're not getting out of the shower anytime soon."

Dean kissed him back and then giggled as she broke away. "Nuh uh. I want my handcuff hook. Besides... maybe there'll be a nice stairwell somewhere we can test out on the way there or back."

She took the soap from him and started to wash him down.

He snorted, but relented. Dean really wanted that hook, if she was going to pass up shower sex and he figured he could behave. "You're going to be keeping your eye out for one, aren't you?"

It was shower sex only temporarily passed up. When they got home, there could be shower sex with handcuffs. That was worth the wait, easily. "Damn right. Now that I've got you all worked up about the idea, you know I'm gonna want to try it out."

He shook his head. Of course she was. Dean seemed to get off on the idea of doing it in public... not that he could say he didn't. It was kind of obvious that wasn't the case.

"We should get out now, dude. Sounds like we got a busy day ahead of us."

"Yeah, we do." She grinned and pulled him under the water to rinse off. Then she shut off the water and reached for towels, handing him one. Since Sam hadn't actually refused the idea, she wasn't going to give up on the stairway sex. Just another thing to look forward to.

When they were out, he went to the bedroom to dress real fast, discarding the towel after. "So, who's driving this time?"

"Doesn't matter. I can." She'd been making him drive a lot lately. She should probably do it today. Her baby night think she'd abandoned her!

"You can navigate," she told him with a grin as she pulled on a sundress. If she hadn't been hell bent on getting smutty with Sam in some stairwell somewhere, she'd have opted for jeans, but a skirt was faster.

"Alright." Either way, he didn't really mind it... though he was definitely used to being the passenger seat more than behind the wheel. Once she was dressed, he looked her over with a small smile.

"You ready?" He headed towards the door, grabbing the keys and a jacket along the way.

"Yup." She grabbed a jacket, just in case, and headed for the door as well. At the door, she held her hand out for the keys and then headed to the elevator to go down. "You know where a hardware store is around here?"

"Yeah, there's one that's not far, I think." He settled in for the ride after passing her the keys, getting himself comfortable while they got on the road.

"Excellent." She started the Impala and pulled out onto the highway in the direction he indicated. As she drove, she reached over and captured his hand with hers. "Anything else you wanna do while we're out?"

"I guess we could grab some food or something? To go, if you want... since apparently, you're going to be, uh, decorating a little." He smirked, looking over at her teasingly. "You know, when most people move in, they put up pictures, add furniture, clothes..."

"Most people don't have as much fun as I do." She answered back, glancing over to smirk at him. "But, if you really want furniture, I saw an ad for a bondage rack on craigslist."

a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

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