Savin' Me
Savin’ Me
Chapter 9
Chapter Wordcount: 2556
Sam unlocked the door, letting Dean carry Casey back inside.
Dean carefully sat her down on the bed, running his hand over her hair before walking back towards the door where Sam was still standing outside.
“I’m gonna go,” he said quietly, motioning to the Impala, keys in his hands.
Dean just met his eyes and nodded, looking back towards Casey before meeting Sam’s eyes again.
“Thanks,” he said softly.
Sam nodded with a sad smile before heading back to the car.
The lock of the door sounded loud in the dark quiet of the room.
Dean shrugged off his jacket, suddenly too warm and went to the bathroom to splash water on his face.
He left the bathroom light on, leaving the room in darkness with only the soft light washing through the small doorway.
He sat down next to her on the bed and took a deep breath before picking up her hand that she had cradled in her lap.
“I can’t hold on Dean,” she whispered, letting him take her hand.
He bit his bottom lip, threading his fingers through hers and squeezing.
“I can’t do it…I can’t do it alone.”
He turned towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple and she leaned into the touch. He closed his eyes, sighing and let his forehead rest against the spot his lips had just touched.
“Teach me Dean…please,” she whispered.
Dean didn’t think she even knew what exactly she was asking for.
He sighed again, free hand coming up to cup her cheek and turn her face towards him.
He placed a soft kiss on her eyelid, her cheek, the corner of her mouth before finally ghosting his lips across hers.
Her lips pressed back against his for a split second, heat flaring in his stomach before she tensed and pulled back, tearing her hand from his.
“No,” she hissed.
“Case…”
“No, this isn’t the answer…”
“I’m not asking a question,” he said softly but strong, drawing her eyes back to his.
“Dean…” she inhaled shakily, “I’m a demon.”
“And I don’t care.”
She stared at him, tensing as he reached for her hand again.
“God help me Case…but you’re everything I’ve ever needed. This life isn’t exactly relationship friendly…but you,” he chuckled cynically, “You fit right in.”
He cupped her cheek again, holding her still as he leaned in for another kiss, stronger this time, his tongue snaking out to wet her lips.
He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed.
“You asked me to teach you Case,” he whispered, his breath dancing across her lips. “Let me show you…show you what we fight for.”
She shivered in his arms, but when he kissed her again she gasped, opening to him as he silently begged to deepen the kiss.
That kiss was like the warmth that blossomed after a hit of hard liquor, like the cool that bled into you when you drank ice water after a run. Something just washed over him in a rush. It was like taking a hit of a drug he couldn’t quit.
And he wasn’t sure he even wanted to quit.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer and she shivered, moaning deep in her chest as her fingers grasped blindly at his shirt.
He rested his forehead against hers, his fingers ghosting down the front of her shirt, buttons popping opening silently.
He felt her trail her fingers down his cheek, but it felt wrong somehow and he reached up, taking her hand in his and studied her fingertips.
The skin was pink, and scar-smooth on every finger.
His eyes shot to hers.
“I burned the prints off, I…I didn’t want Casey getting a bad name,” she whispered.
“God,” he choked, the word being strangled in his throat and he closed his fist around her hands, laying a kiss on them before holding them to his forehead and closing his eyes, inhaling sharply.
He brought them down, laying them on his own chest before cupping her face and pulling her into a kiss again.
His hand burned hot between her shoulder blades as he lowered her to the bed, never breaking their kiss.
Finally, parting to breathe he just stared into her eyes for a moment before sitting up, pulling his shirt over his head, before kissing her again.
She shivered under his gentle touch when he stripped them both of their jeans.
He couldn’t imagine what it must feel like for her. He knew the bond affected her more than him, and he could still feel the tug deep in his gut, the tingle under his skin when they touched.
Hesitantly, softly, he cupped her breast in his palm and watched her eyes slide shut. Watched as her head tipped back, neck corded.
He sucked a small red splotch in the hollow of her throat.
“You okay?” he rumbled, running his free hand through her black tresses.
Her eyes danced as she drew in a ragged breath, staring at him before nervously letting her hands stutter over his arms and shoulders.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
He surged forward, kissing her hard.
She gasped against his mouth, nails digging crescents into his back when his hand snaked between her thighs, his fingers dipping into her wetness, circling softly.
“Please,” she hissed, not even sure what she was asking for.
“Sshh baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered, trailing light kisses down her chest and stomach, her muscles fluttering under his soft caresses.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, sweeping his stubble across it before kissing right above the tender bundle of nerves between her thighs.
“Oh god…”
Dean smiled against her, looking up to see her heaving chest. One hand slid up, stroking over the crease of her hip, circling softly over her stomach in a calming touch, as the other gently parting her legs a little wider, finally slipping past her folds to gently sweep across the sensitive flesh.
Her body arched, straining towards the soft pressure and her eyes shot open locking onto his. He held her gaze, slowly entering her with one finger, slow in and out before adding another, his eyes glazed over in wonder as she fell apart underneath him.
He kissed her softly, teasing her with the tip of his tongue while his hands traced soothing circles over her fever hot skin.
“Dean…” she whispered, fingers burying themselves in his hair.
“It’s okay baby,” he murmured. The vibration from his words shooting through her and making her buck and push against his mouth.
He brought her to the edge with slow sweeps of his tongue and insistent tugs on her clit. He had he writhing, bucking against him when he withdrew. He left one hand softly resting over her heaving stomach, wanting to keep some kind of contact between them.
“I’m gonna kick your ass,” she said, breathless, voice wavering.
He chuckled deep in his chest, pulling himself back over her, kissing her softly, hand skimming over her soft skin as she sighed, cupping his face.
He smiled against her lips, pulling back to just stare at her for a moment. Her eyes danced back and forth between his, his hand stroking over her cheek, immersing his fingers in her hair, her own trembling hands, sliding over his chest, palms smooth and hot over his nipples, sending a ripple of pleasure shooting down his spine.
“Dean…I…”
“Don’t say it,” he rumbled, low like thunder on the horizon. “Just…just don’t say it.”
She stared at him, swallowing hard.
“I think I do,” she whispered, voice lost in their breathing.
He held her eyes, swallowing past his own lump in his throat.
“I think I do too,” he finally sighed.
He couldn’t stand to see the look in her eyes any longer, dark brown glittering with withheld tears, so he closed his own and kissed her again, hand gliding down, running over her thigh, bringing it up to drape over his hip.
She sighed, arching into him and he slowly slid inside her, breaking their kiss and burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Just being with her was like holding on to an electric fence, a low throb and tingle through his muscles. Being inside her was like skipping straight to the power plant.
He felt a small drop of moisture roll across the back of his neck as she tightened her hold around his shoulders and brought himself back to reality, seeing tears slipping from her eyes.
He kissed her, wiping them away gently, knowing it was from the power of this, whatever this was and not from her being in any kind of pain.
He slid slowly out of her, thrusting back gently, as her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on.
There were whispered words mixed in with kisses, nothing that would be remembered in the morning but everything that mattered in that moment. The roll of her hips meeting each of his thrusts as he quickened his pace, her heels digging into the small of his back.
He felt her shudder in his arms, felt the tingle under his skin jump and stutter, could feel her on the edge and he looped his arms under her, wrapping his fingers around her shoulders.
“Look at me baby,” he whispered, words bitten out in between harsh breaths, punctuated with the piston of his hips.
She inhaled sharply, squeezing her eyes shut harder.
He bent down and kissed her eyelids.
“No,” she whispered, voice ragged and split open.
“C’mon, lemme see ‘em babe,” he rumbled, the growl from his own chest vibrating through her, as he slowed his thrusts, but kept her on the edge of falling.
She shook her head, tears slipping through the cracks as her legs fell from around him.
“Case…”
“No,” she sobbed, chest heaving against him. “It’s everything you’re against,” she whispered, so low and broken with sobs Dean barely understood her. “You don’t know the things I’ve done.”
“No baby, I don’t, and I don’t want to know. What I do know is that you walked away from that and you changed. You’re everything I fight for.”
He felt the shift in her, as her breathing calmed and her hands stopped shaking against his shoulders, but she still didn’t open her eyes.
“Let me see your eyes baby,” he said softly, speeding his thrusts feeling her start to fall apart around him.
Her eyes snapped open, solid inky black, locked onto his as her body jerked, her release shooting through her like fire through veins full of gasoline and Dean crashed his lips down on hers as her body clenched around him, pulling his own release from his body as he pounded into her, practically feeling the air crackle around them as they came down.
He slipped out of her carefully, using his long forgotten shirt to clean them up before he settled next to her, arm wrapped protectively over her waist and nose buried in the soft hair at the nape of her neck.
“You okay?”
She nodded, smile cracking her features.
“You know…I’ve been with a lot of humans over the centuries…you’re definitely one of the best.”
His deep laugh shook right through his chest and into her.
“You egotistical bastard,” she laughed, rolling over to face him.
“Hey, you brought it up not me,” he smiled, raising his hand.
Their laughter died out quietly as they stared at each other and Dean trailed the back of his hand down her cheek as he kissed her softly, sighing and pulling her closer to him.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked softly.
“Of course.”
“That…the,” he sighed, “The first time we…when I…forced, you…why didn’t you stop me?”
“Because I didn’t want to,” she whispered.
Dean shook his head, not able to hold her eyes and instead stared intently at where their fingers were intertwined over her stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “About back then.”
“Don’t be.”
He looked back up at her. “Case…”
“Just stop Dean. First off you didn’t hurt me, so get that out of your head right now. Secondly…it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, I can take it rough sometimes,” she winked, coaxing at least a smirk from him.
“If I had asked you to, you would have stopped Dean. You don’t have it in you.”
He stared at her, his guilt still staining his eyes.
“But I did…”
“Dean, I wanted you to okay…and you needed that. You were so tore up over Sam and hell, over me, that you were about to fall apart. And damn, if having sex with you is enough to let you release some frustration by all means gimme a call!” she smiled.
He shook his head, still grasping at the guilt and shame but understanding what she meant at the same time. He would have stopped if she had just voiced some sort of refusal, or even struggled against him.
He smiled sadly and nodded, finally letting a genuine grin break out across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners and he kissed her again, tangling his fingers in her hair.
She burrowed underneath his chin, finding the perfect spot where she just fit against him as he held her in silence.
“You anchor me you know.”
“What?” he asked, craning his neck to look down at where she was nestled against his chest.
“I feel like I’m flying apart sometimes, like I can’t control it, and then unconsciously you brush your hand across my back or grab my elbow or something and that’s all I need to bring me back,” she said quietly.
“It’s only because of you that I can protect instead of destroy.”
He sighed, kissing her brow before her lips.
“Well then I guess I’ll just have to keep you then won’t I?” he winked, his hand sweeping circles over her back, physically telling her that he understood and he knew what it meant for her to say that in a way he wasn’t able to in words.
“Thank you Dean,” she whispered against his chest, once again making him pull back and look at her.
“For what?” he growled.
“For saving me…well, as much as I can be I guess.”
“Hey…”
“I’m never gonna see those pearly gates Dean, I’ve done too much in my past that no amount of fighting the good fight beside you will ever outweigh.”
His brow furrowed in a frown before he rested his forehead against hers.
“For what it’s worth…I’d fight for you, fight for you to get in those gates.”
She smiled, cupping his cheek and kissing him again.
“I know you would.”
They laid in silence for several minutes before Casey spoke again.
“Your dad would kick your ass you know.”
He pulled back, seeing the smile in her eyes.
“Heh, yea, he wouldn’t really understand falling in love with a demon would he?”
“Falling in love?” she whispered.
Dean swallowed hard.
“It’s the same for me you know,” she said, letting him off the hook. “Not like the rest of the ‘legion’ would be happy ‘bout one of their own falling in love with a hunter.”
Dean smirked, finally letting a chuckle bubble up from his chest.
“We sure are a pair aren’t we?” he smiled, kissing her again.
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Chapter 9
Chapter Wordcount: 2556
Sam unlocked the door, letting Dean carry Casey back inside.
Dean carefully sat her down on the bed, running his hand over her hair before walking back towards the door where Sam was still standing outside.
“I’m gonna go,” he said quietly, motioning to the Impala, keys in his hands.
Dean just met his eyes and nodded, looking back towards Casey before meeting Sam’s eyes again.
“Thanks,” he said softly.
Sam nodded with a sad smile before heading back to the car.
The lock of the door sounded loud in the dark quiet of the room.
Dean shrugged off his jacket, suddenly too warm and went to the bathroom to splash water on his face.
He left the bathroom light on, leaving the room in darkness with only the soft light washing through the small doorway.
He sat down next to her on the bed and took a deep breath before picking up her hand that she had cradled in her lap.
“I can’t hold on Dean,” she whispered, letting him take her hand.
He bit his bottom lip, threading his fingers through hers and squeezing.
“I can’t do it…I can’t do it alone.”
He turned towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple and she leaned into the touch. He closed his eyes, sighing and let his forehead rest against the spot his lips had just touched.
“Teach me Dean…please,” she whispered.
Dean didn’t think she even knew what exactly she was asking for.
He sighed again, free hand coming up to cup her cheek and turn her face towards him.
He placed a soft kiss on her eyelid, her cheek, the corner of her mouth before finally ghosting his lips across hers.
Her lips pressed back against his for a split second, heat flaring in his stomach before she tensed and pulled back, tearing her hand from his.
“No,” she hissed.
“Case…”
“No, this isn’t the answer…”
“I’m not asking a question,” he said softly but strong, drawing her eyes back to his.
“Dean…” she inhaled shakily, “I’m a demon.”
“And I don’t care.”
She stared at him, tensing as he reached for her hand again.
“God help me Case…but you’re everything I’ve ever needed. This life isn’t exactly relationship friendly…but you,” he chuckled cynically, “You fit right in.”
He cupped her cheek again, holding her still as he leaned in for another kiss, stronger this time, his tongue snaking out to wet her lips.
He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed.
“You asked me to teach you Case,” he whispered, his breath dancing across her lips. “Let me show you…show you what we fight for.”
She shivered in his arms, but when he kissed her again she gasped, opening to him as he silently begged to deepen the kiss.
That kiss was like the warmth that blossomed after a hit of hard liquor, like the cool that bled into you when you drank ice water after a run. Something just washed over him in a rush. It was like taking a hit of a drug he couldn’t quit.
And he wasn’t sure he even wanted to quit.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer and she shivered, moaning deep in her chest as her fingers grasped blindly at his shirt.
He rested his forehead against hers, his fingers ghosting down the front of her shirt, buttons popping opening silently.
He felt her trail her fingers down his cheek, but it felt wrong somehow and he reached up, taking her hand in his and studied her fingertips.
The skin was pink, and scar-smooth on every finger.
His eyes shot to hers.
“I burned the prints off, I…I didn’t want Casey getting a bad name,” she whispered.
“God,” he choked, the word being strangled in his throat and he closed his fist around her hands, laying a kiss on them before holding them to his forehead and closing his eyes, inhaling sharply.
He brought them down, laying them on his own chest before cupping her face and pulling her into a kiss again.
His hand burned hot between her shoulder blades as he lowered her to the bed, never breaking their kiss.
Finally, parting to breathe he just stared into her eyes for a moment before sitting up, pulling his shirt over his head, before kissing her again.
She shivered under his gentle touch when he stripped them both of their jeans.
He couldn’t imagine what it must feel like for her. He knew the bond affected her more than him, and he could still feel the tug deep in his gut, the tingle under his skin when they touched.
Hesitantly, softly, he cupped her breast in his palm and watched her eyes slide shut. Watched as her head tipped back, neck corded.
He sucked a small red splotch in the hollow of her throat.
“You okay?” he rumbled, running his free hand through her black tresses.
Her eyes danced as she drew in a ragged breath, staring at him before nervously letting her hands stutter over his arms and shoulders.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
He surged forward, kissing her hard.
She gasped against his mouth, nails digging crescents into his back when his hand snaked between her thighs, his fingers dipping into her wetness, circling softly.
“Please,” she hissed, not even sure what she was asking for.
“Sshh baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered, trailing light kisses down her chest and stomach, her muscles fluttering under his soft caresses.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, sweeping his stubble across it before kissing right above the tender bundle of nerves between her thighs.
“Oh god…”
Dean smiled against her, looking up to see her heaving chest. One hand slid up, stroking over the crease of her hip, circling softly over her stomach in a calming touch, as the other gently parting her legs a little wider, finally slipping past her folds to gently sweep across the sensitive flesh.
Her body arched, straining towards the soft pressure and her eyes shot open locking onto his. He held her gaze, slowly entering her with one finger, slow in and out before adding another, his eyes glazed over in wonder as she fell apart underneath him.
He kissed her softly, teasing her with the tip of his tongue while his hands traced soothing circles over her fever hot skin.
“Dean…” she whispered, fingers burying themselves in his hair.
“It’s okay baby,” he murmured. The vibration from his words shooting through her and making her buck and push against his mouth.
He brought her to the edge with slow sweeps of his tongue and insistent tugs on her clit. He had he writhing, bucking against him when he withdrew. He left one hand softly resting over her heaving stomach, wanting to keep some kind of contact between them.
“I’m gonna kick your ass,” she said, breathless, voice wavering.
He chuckled deep in his chest, pulling himself back over her, kissing her softly, hand skimming over her soft skin as she sighed, cupping his face.
He smiled against her lips, pulling back to just stare at her for a moment. Her eyes danced back and forth between his, his hand stroking over her cheek, immersing his fingers in her hair, her own trembling hands, sliding over his chest, palms smooth and hot over his nipples, sending a ripple of pleasure shooting down his spine.
“Dean…I…”
“Don’t say it,” he rumbled, low like thunder on the horizon. “Just…just don’t say it.”
She stared at him, swallowing hard.
“I think I do,” she whispered, voice lost in their breathing.
He held her eyes, swallowing past his own lump in his throat.
“I think I do too,” he finally sighed.
He couldn’t stand to see the look in her eyes any longer, dark brown glittering with withheld tears, so he closed his own and kissed her again, hand gliding down, running over her thigh, bringing it up to drape over his hip.
She sighed, arching into him and he slowly slid inside her, breaking their kiss and burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Just being with her was like holding on to an electric fence, a low throb and tingle through his muscles. Being inside her was like skipping straight to the power plant.
He felt a small drop of moisture roll across the back of his neck as she tightened her hold around his shoulders and brought himself back to reality, seeing tears slipping from her eyes.
He kissed her, wiping them away gently, knowing it was from the power of this, whatever this was and not from her being in any kind of pain.
He slid slowly out of her, thrusting back gently, as her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on.
There were whispered words mixed in with kisses, nothing that would be remembered in the morning but everything that mattered in that moment. The roll of her hips meeting each of his thrusts as he quickened his pace, her heels digging into the small of his back.
He felt her shudder in his arms, felt the tingle under his skin jump and stutter, could feel her on the edge and he looped his arms under her, wrapping his fingers around her shoulders.
“Look at me baby,” he whispered, words bitten out in between harsh breaths, punctuated with the piston of his hips.
She inhaled sharply, squeezing her eyes shut harder.
He bent down and kissed her eyelids.
“No,” she whispered, voice ragged and split open.
“C’mon, lemme see ‘em babe,” he rumbled, the growl from his own chest vibrating through her, as he slowed his thrusts, but kept her on the edge of falling.
She shook her head, tears slipping through the cracks as her legs fell from around him.
“Case…”
“No,” she sobbed, chest heaving against him. “It’s everything you’re against,” she whispered, so low and broken with sobs Dean barely understood her. “You don’t know the things I’ve done.”
“No baby, I don’t, and I don’t want to know. What I do know is that you walked away from that and you changed. You’re everything I fight for.”
He felt the shift in her, as her breathing calmed and her hands stopped shaking against his shoulders, but she still didn’t open her eyes.
“Let me see your eyes baby,” he said softly, speeding his thrusts feeling her start to fall apart around him.
Her eyes snapped open, solid inky black, locked onto his as her body jerked, her release shooting through her like fire through veins full of gasoline and Dean crashed his lips down on hers as her body clenched around him, pulling his own release from his body as he pounded into her, practically feeling the air crackle around them as they came down.
He slipped out of her carefully, using his long forgotten shirt to clean them up before he settled next to her, arm wrapped protectively over her waist and nose buried in the soft hair at the nape of her neck.
“You okay?”
She nodded, smile cracking her features.
“You know…I’ve been with a lot of humans over the centuries…you’re definitely one of the best.”
His deep laugh shook right through his chest and into her.
“You egotistical bastard,” she laughed, rolling over to face him.
“Hey, you brought it up not me,” he smiled, raising his hand.
Their laughter died out quietly as they stared at each other and Dean trailed the back of his hand down her cheek as he kissed her softly, sighing and pulling her closer to him.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked softly.
“Of course.”
“That…the,” he sighed, “The first time we…when I…forced, you…why didn’t you stop me?”
“Because I didn’t want to,” she whispered.
Dean shook his head, not able to hold her eyes and instead stared intently at where their fingers were intertwined over her stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “About back then.”
“Don’t be.”
He looked back up at her. “Case…”
“Just stop Dean. First off you didn’t hurt me, so get that out of your head right now. Secondly…it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, I can take it rough sometimes,” she winked, coaxing at least a smirk from him.
“If I had asked you to, you would have stopped Dean. You don’t have it in you.”
He stared at her, his guilt still staining his eyes.
“But I did…”
“Dean, I wanted you to okay…and you needed that. You were so tore up over Sam and hell, over me, that you were about to fall apart. And damn, if having sex with you is enough to let you release some frustration by all means gimme a call!” she smiled.
He shook his head, still grasping at the guilt and shame but understanding what she meant at the same time. He would have stopped if she had just voiced some sort of refusal, or even struggled against him.
He smiled sadly and nodded, finally letting a genuine grin break out across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners and he kissed her again, tangling his fingers in her hair.
She burrowed underneath his chin, finding the perfect spot where she just fit against him as he held her in silence.
“You anchor me you know.”
“What?” he asked, craning his neck to look down at where she was nestled against his chest.
“I feel like I’m flying apart sometimes, like I can’t control it, and then unconsciously you brush your hand across my back or grab my elbow or something and that’s all I need to bring me back,” she said quietly.
“It’s only because of you that I can protect instead of destroy.”
He sighed, kissing her brow before her lips.
“Well then I guess I’ll just have to keep you then won’t I?” he winked, his hand sweeping circles over her back, physically telling her that he understood and he knew what it meant for her to say that in a way he wasn’t able to in words.
“Thank you Dean,” she whispered against his chest, once again making him pull back and look at her.
“For what?” he growled.
“For saving me…well, as much as I can be I guess.”
“Hey…”
“I’m never gonna see those pearly gates Dean, I’ve done too much in my past that no amount of fighting the good fight beside you will ever outweigh.”
His brow furrowed in a frown before he rested his forehead against hers.
“For what it’s worth…I’d fight for you, fight for you to get in those gates.”
She smiled, cupping his cheek and kissing him again.
“I know you would.”
They laid in silence for several minutes before Casey spoke again.
“Your dad would kick your ass you know.”
He pulled back, seeing the smile in her eyes.
“Heh, yea, he wouldn’t really understand falling in love with a demon would he?”
“Falling in love?” she whispered.
Dean swallowed hard.
“It’s the same for me you know,” she said, letting him off the hook. “Not like the rest of the ‘legion’ would be happy ‘bout one of their own falling in love with a hunter.”
Dean smirked, finally letting a chuckle bubble up from his chest.
“We sure are a pair aren’t we?” he smiled, kissing her again.
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