342. please help me

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural

[getinlinebitch]

[faiththatfuelsu]

*She put the bottle down and ran a hand through her hair in frustration, not liking the thought of a hangover in the least. That was another thing to add to the list.* How do you do it, Dean? How do you make it look so fuckin' easy?

[getinlinebitch]

[He tilted his head to look at her, arching an eyebrow just slightly.] Make what look easy?

[faiththatfuelsu]

You go out there and do the damn job like it's nothin'. Like the thought of somethin' nasty takin' you out doesn't even go through your head. I got so used to bein' somethin' more that it's fuckin' scary, man.

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Like it's nothing? Yeah, no. It's not nothing. I'm just good at being stupid. That's what's so easy. [He kissed the top of her head again before he shifted to rest his elbows on his knees.] I do it because it's how I got raised. Who else is supposed to hunt these things down? No offence to you and yours. I mean, getting called up for it, getting super powers? Maybe we should just leave you to it, but once you find out what goes bump in the night it's just hard to let it lie.

[He scrubbed his hand over his face before he stood up and stretched out his back. Then, without even asking her he had Faith by the legs and pulled her forward so she'd wind up on her back. He then lifted her light frame further up the bed before lying down next to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. At least no Slayer powers meant she couldn't push him away quite as easy.]Of course it's fucking scary. I've already died, remember? Been on the other side and I did not enjoy it. I have to act like it's nothing because otherwise I'd wind up

[faiththatfuelsu]

You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, killer. *She'd had a hell of a lot of respect for him when she was still a Slayer. It took balls to face the kinds of things they faced, and after everything he'd seen and been through, he kept going. He kept fighting. And now? Now that she was just another one of the normal people, powerless, she had even more respect for him. At least until he was able to manhandle her like she was some kind of doll. While she squirmed a little in protest, she didn't actually push him away. He was giving her what she couldn't own up to needing without her having to ask for it and she appreciated that more than anything else.*

So it's fight or lose your mind, right? Sit at home or whatever no tell motel passes for it and spend the rest of your life hidin'. Some options.

[getinlinebitch]

[He nuzzled in against her temple, breathing in her scent for a long moment. They were more alike than probably either of them wanted to admit. So was it any wonder that he knew what she wanted and needed without having to ask for it? He never would asked for it, but if someone knew him well enough to just give it... He did appreciate it.]

Pretty much. I know the choices suck, but would you really wanna try for a normal life? What happens if you do get that nine to five job? You just gonna settle down and try and forget everything?

[He nudged her face gently so she'd look at him again before planting a kiss on her lips. He liked that she still had that fight in her. He always had.] I know you. You like to pretend like nothing touches you, that it doesn't get to you. You might wear the black leather, but you still care. You don't like seeing people hurt. Unless it's you doing the hurting, but that's a whole other conversation.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Hell, even if I tried I don't think I could do it. Never exactly had normal even before I got chosen.

*She took the moment and the comfort to be had in that kiss, hand tightening in the material of his shirt as she did.* Still got a lot to make up for. I can't stop. Can't quit. Just wouldn't work. Thing is that I don't know if I'll ever be able to make up for everything I've done before I get taken out of the game now, ya know?

[getinlinebitch]

That makes two of us. I had, what, a few years of normal before my life got flipped upside down? You can stay with me and Sammy as long as you need to. Then if you wanna stretch your legs somewhere else, I'll get it.

[He kissed her again, shifting to cover her body with his as he slid his knee between her legs. His hand slipped up under her shirt, Dean choosing to give her comfort the only way he knew how.] I know. More than I probably should, but I know. All you can do is keep trying until that day comes... I just hope it ain't too soon. Kinda getting used to you being around.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Sure I won't cramp your style? *The last thing she wanted to do was push away people she actually cared about by sticking around past her welcome.

His weight was comfortable on top of her and she spread her thighs to accommodate him. Dean's hand was warm on her skin and she let her own skim over his back.* Not plannin' on it, not if I can help it.

[getinlinebitch]

This would be about the time Sam would accuse me of not having any style to cramp. I wouldn't offer if I thought you'd get in the way. [He smiled as he smoothed back her hair with his other hand.] Don't you know that about me by now?

[His thumb rubbed against her torso where he could feel her ribcage, fingers starting to map out a body he was starting to know almost as well as his own. Before she hadn't been one to get scars, now he wondered if that would change. If the flawless skin was about to start carrying reminders of battles. He settled more comfortably between her legs, kissing down along her jaw before he sucked softly at her neck.] Then that's all that matters. Rest of it will fall in to line.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Sam isn't always as smart as he thinks he is. *It was hard not to smile back at him despite how she was feeling when he was doing everything right. He had a way of touching her that was disarming, like he knew where the chinks in her armor were and knew how to get between them without being intrusive.* Good to know you got my back.

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For as long as you'll let me. [And probably even after that. She could try and push him away as much as she wanted, but if she really needed his help then he'd be there. He started to push her top up her body, lifting himself up a little so that he could get it off. Lips found her cleavage while one hand curled around her thigh to bring it higher up against his hip and the other slipped under her back to find the catch on her bra. He smirked faintly, still in awe of the feel of her under him. Some things were never going to change.]

[faiththatfuelsu]

Two way street you know. I might not be the cavalry I used to be, but I still know my way around weapons. *The fighting was all her, and lord knew she'd practiced enough. Her life had been fucking and fighting, in alternating order, for years now.

Adjusting so that he could get her top and bra off easier, she let him reposition her leg. She was nowhere close to being a blushing virgin but none of the other guys she'd been with had managed to do the things that Dean did for her. He was a force to reckon with in bed as much as he was in a fight and she pushed at his shirt to even the score between them where nudity was concerned.*

[getinlinebitch]

I should hope so. You always did know how to handle whatever I put in front of you. [He grinned impishly before he moved his arms so that she could pull the t-shirt over his head, more than willing to let her even the nudity stakes. Even if he did want to raise them, but he started with his own belt and jeans.]

You really are something, Faith. So fucking hot... So goddamn amazing. You don't need powers to be you. [She made it easy. Plus she always knew how to give back, to respond. She gave him plenty to work with. He dipped his head to lick at the valley between her perfect breasts as he rocked his hips forward.] I like you no matter how you come. And I am trying so hard not to make a juvenile comment about that, so I hope that gets me some points.

[faiththatfuelsu]

*That comment earned him a smirk and she looked up at him as he worked on his own pants, taking his cue and following suit on her own.* I'd accuse you of tryin' to get in my pants for that, but you already knew it was a sure bet so I'll just say thanks instead.

*Her hips moved up to meet his, her leg tightening around his thigh.* And I like when you make me come, so I guess I just said it for you, Winchester.