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

He smiled when she tangled their fingers together, leaning in to nuzzle at the back of her neck. "Always have me too, Dean... that's not going to change."

"Mmmm..." She sighed at the nuzzling and closed her eyes. It felt good to just lay there and feel him. Feel him inside her, feel him on her, feel his lips against her skin...

He started to move faster into her, tightening his hand around hers. "Dean..." He groaned deeply.

"Come on, Sammy," she encouraged him. Her hand squeezed his a little harder. "Fuck me, Sam. Take what you need."

He started to thrust in faster, deeper as he squeezed her hand in return. "Dean..."

Her words always got to him. He nipped along the back of her neck, kissed along whatever skin he could reach until he finally came with a moan of her name, pushing in as deep as he could as he rode out the waves. "Fuck..."

She kind of loved that she could turn him on just by talking to him. It was also one of her favorite things to do, so it was good that he liked it, too. She moaned when she felt him coming inside her. "Oh god, that's never going to not feel good..."

He panted heavily against the back of her neck as he slowly recovered, staying curled over her. "Oh, fuck..." It took a moment to get up the energy to roll off her, though eventually he did, laying out on the bed beside her. Hadn't wanted to crush her or anything. "Mh... feel so good, Dean."

When Sam moved, Dean rolled over onto her back, shifting sideways to pillow her head on his stomach. She sighed contentedly and stretched. "Mmmm... that was definitely good."

"Yeah..." He took in a few slower breathes, eyes drifting shut before he looked back over the other, reaching down to brush his fingers through her hair.

She smiled at the touch and let her eyes close, leaning into it. His hands always felt good on her. "You got me all sticky again. Just for that, you might be forced to shower with me..."

"You know, that's just asking to get even more sticky with our track record, dude." Not that he wouldn't be right there with her, if she wanted.

"Eventually, we'll get cleaned up." She laughed and looked up at him, grinning. There was no hurry to get to the shower, though. She needed a few minutes to recover and she was pretty sure he did too.

"Mhm, and we'll just get messy again later..." He smiled back, propping his head up on his other arm. "People will think we're clean at least, as many showers as we take."

"If only they knew how dirty we get," she teased. The dirtier the better, in her opinion. "You know if I could figure out how to make our showers even kinkier, I'd so do it."

"I don't know how they can get any kinkier, Dean..." He snorted. "Bet you'd try to find a way though..."

"Dude, there's always a new kink." She rolled over and nuzzled at his stomach lightly. "We could install handcuffs on the shower wall," she teased.

"Dude, no. You're not installing anything kinky in my shower." He laughed a little bit. "Doesn't mean you couldn't just wear the handcuffs in there though."

"It's be a home improvement! Your landlord might knock down your rent for increasing his property value." She grinned at his laughter and wiggled over to lay on top of him. Crossed her arms on his chest and leaned her chin on them, grinning down. "What would you do with me in handcuffs in the shower?"

"By having a shower that belongs in a porno? Dude, what would I tell my friends when they come over?" He reached up when she settled on top of him, pushing a hand through her hair. "I can always think of things to do with you in handcuffs..."

"Pfft. Your friends come over to shower?" Dean grinned and leaned into the touch, happy as a cat when he pet her like that. "I like when you talk like that. Gets me all excited."

"No, but occasionally, they do have to pee just like you and me, you know. They might notice if I have weird crap hung up in my bathroom." He snorted softly. "Mm, yeah? Dude, you really love the bondage stuff, huh?"

"One hook on a wall is not a lot of weird crap, Sammy. You could totally hang a loofah sponge or something off it to make it legit." She lifted her eyebrows at his amusement. "Nothing wrong with that. Not like I can force somebody to tie me up if they don't want to."

He gave a snort. "Okay, we could do a loofah hook or you know, we could find something else to tie you to. A chair maybe... hands and feet, with rope. Maybe blindfolded too so you don't know what's coming..." Sam was starting to get a feel for what she liked at least and he tried to deliver... kind of helped that he was starting to really enjoy it too.

That got her attention. She grinned as she listened to him talk. "You really want to do that?"

Occasionally, she kind of worried she was pushing her kinks on him. Pushing him into things he wouldn't have otherwise chosen to do. If he brought something up he wanted to try, though, she was more than happy to jump on the idea.

"I think it could be interesting, yeah..." Just because he might not have chosen to do... some of the stuff they'd done together definitely didn't mean he didn't enjoy it or wouldn't do it again.

Plus, he did like making Dean feel good anyway considering it was always returned. "If you're into it."

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

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