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

Dean had come long before Sam. There wasn't any way to hold back under all that, even though she wanted to. By the time it was over, she was completely limp under him, sweaty, breathless... it had kind of surprised her that she didn't pass out completely.

He slouched against her, entirely spent and desperately trying to catch his breath after all that. "God, Dean," he murmured, kissing along her neck and shoulders, nuzzling into her.

"Love you so much."

She managed a small smile when she felt him nuzzling her and then a little more at his words. That was about all she had the energy for. Her body felt like rubber and she was just now getting her breath back.

"Love you, too," she murmured, eyes still closed.

Slowly, he shifted off her to lay beside her, sliding his arm around her to tug her close. "You okay?"

Some part of him wanted to make sure he hadn't got too rough, no matter how much Dean had insisted she liked it like that. He knew she could take a beating from hunts, but he didn't want to be the one actually hurting her by going too far.

Dean let him pull her in, curled into him and sighed softly. His question got her to open her eyes finally and she looked up at him, smiling again. She reached a hand up to cup the side of his face and kissed him softly. "M'okay, Sammy. Just worn out."

She settled back against him. "When you catch your breath, will you take the chains off for me?"

"Yeah, right. Sorry." He shifted a little to start easing off those clamps, trying to be as careful as he could. He leaned in to kiss her forehead as he worked them off her breasts and then reached between her legs to undo that one as well.

"No need to apologize." She tried not to show pain even though they always hurt a little coming off. It was worth it, as far as she was concerned. Didn't want Sam to think he was hurting her, though. When they were off, she cuddled back up to him and kissed his neck softly. "Thanks."

He smiled a little at the kiss, wrapping an arm around her to pull her a little closer. God, he was exhausted now. He shifted a little closer, kissing the top of her head while he let his eyes drift shut.

Dean was half asleep by the time she felt his kiss. She smiled and buried her face against his neck, yawning and settling in. "'night, Sammy."

"'Night..." He reached for the covers to throw over them both before he settled in to sleep. He stayed close to her, kept an arm around her.

It had been a while since she slept that hard. Sam wore her out often, but the night before had been.... intense. When Dean woke finally, late in the morning, she didn't move around much. She could feel the soreness inside and see the bruises forming on her wrists. She smiled. Maybe it was a little odd to be pleased to wake up that wrecked, but as far as she was concerned, she'd earned every bruise.

Sam shifted in his sleep, curling a little closer to Dean for a brief moment as he tried to fight waking up... but it didn't work. He opened his eyes slowly, looked up at her. "Mm, 'morning..."

"Morning," she answered and wiggled in tighter against his chest. Her lips grazed his neck lightly. "Sleep okay?"

"Yeah, I did..." He smiled a little, rubbing a hand over her shoulder lightly. "You?"

"Very good." She smiled back and settled against him again. In no hurry to move yet, not when she was warm and comfortable with him. "Last night was amazing, Sammy. Thank you."

He gave a short laugh at that. "Not sure if that's something you should thank me for... I got plenty out of it too, you know."

She shrugged a little. She figured it had been out of his comfort zone to be that rough with someone, so she appreciated him giving her what she asked for, regardless. "I guess. I just appreciate you not freaking out on me."

It had been a little far out there than what he normally did and part of him thought he should maybe be a little concerned that he'd actually gotten off on it a little, but that wasn't something to really dump on Dean. He shrugged easily, offering up a smile as he leaned in to press his lips to hers.

They'd had fun, no one was actually hurt... things were fine. Besides, Dean was the one person he'd do anything for. "M'not freaking out, Dean."

Dean kissed him back and settled in against him to relax a while. As long as he was okay with it, she wouldn't worry. Yeah, she was a little sore and bruised, but that was exactly what she asked for. If anybody asked about it, well... none of their business.

"Love you," she murmured, nuzzling his collar lightly.

"Love you too, Dean." He rubbed a hand over her shoulder absently,content to stay here for a bit, though a look over at his clock told him he couldn't linger too long. "Got class today, you know..."

"Awww." She tipped her head back and smiled up at him. "Well, I guess that's fair. I've had you all to myself for a few days."

"I'll be back later." He started to shift away, reluctantly. He'd been comfortable right where he was, but he definitely needed a shower after last night. "Text you at lunch if I have time too."

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

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