The sun was almost completely gone, when I woke up. It had been a hot day and the room was sweltering. James still lay quiet and unmoving next to me. I felt weird after our altercation yesterday. Not that I regretted anything that I had said, it just felt like I had closed a door. Could we have been friends if Clara did not die? Where would I be if she was still alive? It does not serve you well to get hung up on hypotheticals, I told myself.
We probably were not going to get back on the road for another hour or so. Plenty of time to look for water, so that I could clean myself and my clothes. A quick glance to James confirmed that he still rested. I got up quietly and left the room. The hallway was still a little lighter because the windows were not as closely shut. They could probably walk through it but it would not be pleasant. An almost routine thought of escape crossed my mind. It happened everytime I was alone. But now was not a good time. The sun would be down shortly and I would not be able to get away far enough, so that they would not find me.
Once outside, I enjoyed the last rays of sun shine. My skin had gotten just as pale as theirs. But one day, I would enjoy the sun again. I took me some time to find water and a bucket. Then I went to the car, to get the rest of my clothes. The sun had completly left when I went back to the house. It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the hallway. When they did, I nearly dropped the bucket. Dean stood motionless at the top of the stairs.
"Where have you been?" He sounded annoyed.
"I just got some water and my clothes. Since James still has to go hunting I thought I'd use the time to clean the clothes and myself a little." Not bad, I thought to myself. Not a quivver in my voice or anything.
"The upstairs bathroom has a tub, you wanna do it there?" A surprisingly helpful idea. I just nodded and started coming up the stairs. He met me halfway and took the bucket out of my hands. It was incredible, that no matter what he did, it made me nervous. Why was he nice to me now? Was he planning something?
What was even more surprising than Deans help, was the almost completely clean bathtub. Other than some dust it looked pretty good. After Dean had poured the water in, I put my hand in it and concentrated. The water slowly got warmer as my I let my powers flow into it.
"Impressive," Dean scoffed. He stood leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. The door was missing. I gave him a long look, hoping he would get the hint. But he just stood there, watching me.
"Do you mind," I hesitated already seeing a smirk appear on his lips, "do you mind giving me some private space?"
"Yes, I do. I already saw you naked, whats the difference?"
"You know there is a difference. Last time you saw me naked was a very different situation than now."
"Right, because I was fucking you. Well, if it helps you feel less awkward, I'll cladly to it again." He pushed of the doorframe and came towards me.
"No." My voice was louder than I had expected but he stopped.
"So we can agree, that I'll just stay here?" It was a rhetorical question, he had already sat down on the edge of the tub. I told myself for the one millionth time since knowing him, to ignore what he said and did. The need to clean myself was stronger than my embarrasment. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my naked breasts underneath. A low whistle reminded me, that he was still watching. An old bar of soap still lay next to the tub and I dropped it into the warm water. I started washing myself from head to toe. Dean did not say one word. The reflection of his face in the window confirmed, that he did not take his eyes off of me.
When I was finished with cleaning my body and he still did not say anything, I got a little worried. The past few weeks had taught me, that silence was never a good sign from Dean. He had no filter and says whatever he wants. James once told me in private, that when Dean was silent he was either resting or planning your funeral. But even without knowing that, I felt the tension in the air rising. The hairs and the back of my neck were standing up.
I was already back in clean panties and a shirt when he broke the silence. I had just thrown my clothes into the tub when he said:
"What did you and James talk about?" I decided that answering with half the truth would be best.
"We just talked about what had happened that night." He raised his eyebrows.
"Can you be more specific?" There was an edge to his voice and it was razor sharp. He had gotten up and paced behind me. Thats when I made a very big mistake.
"You were there. You know what happened." I could not see him since I was still kneeling over the tub but I heard him stop abruptly. The next thing I felt was him pulling me back by my hair. Suddenly he stood above me, pulling my hair to make me look up at him.
"So this is how you wanna play it? Three months in and you decide to become a smart ass? I didn't wanna do this but you are practically begging for it, slut." Panic and adrenalin flooded my body and I could feel the tingeling of my power increasing. I might be strong enough to hurt him once but after that...
"Since you're already down there," he continued with a wicked smile, "you can probabyl guess what I want." His right hand was still tightly holding my hair but with his left he began opening his pants. I shook my head.
"No Dean, stop it, I don't want to." He ignored that, off course, but I kept struggeling, trying to get out of his grip. He responded to that by smacking me across the face. It was enough to make my ears start ringing. He leaned down to me until his mouth was next to my ear.
"We can solve this otherwise. Last night, I didn't quite get to quench my thirst. Maybe a few liters of your blood will help." I tried to move away but his lips were already on my neck. The scratching of his teeth on my skin made me cry out. My whole body was shaking, the instinctive fear of vampires made me feel the pain before he even bit me.
"No," I managed to whisper. "Don't bite me, I can't loose blood again. You'll set me back so far." He hesitated and straightened up again.
"You're gonna be a good girl?" He asked, amused again. I looked up at him through tears and nodded slowly. No more encouragment was needed for him to continue to open his pants. I hadn't seen his naked body when it happened. Now I was confronted with it and I did not want to look.
"Don't be shy baby, touch it." I hesitated, a big mistake. "Alright you little slut. I've tried to make it easy for you but if you're going to be a bitch, I'll have to treat you like one. Open up." He pulled painfully hard on my hair and I let out a scream. Without hesitation he pushed himself in my mouth. "I think it goes without saying, that biting me would not be a good idea."
He had my head in a tight grip and moved it along his erection. I kept my hands on his legs, trying to have a little control. He was cold but got warmer, the longer he was in my mouth. When he started moving his hips and pushing against the entrance to my throat, I started to struggle against him. But he didn't even aknowledge it. He simply gripped my head tighter and got even rougher. My jaw hurt and I could hardly breathe.
Suddenly he slowed down and kept himself as deep in my mouth as he could.
"Look at me," he commanded quietly. I raised my eyes to look at him and was met with lustfilled gaze. "Oh fuck," he mumbeled.
Before I even knew what was happening he had pulled out of my mouth, yanked me to my feet and pressed my face against the wall. My head spun and I felt dizzy. He didn't bother to take of my shirt or panties but just pushed them to the side and entered me. The pain was instant and was only getting worse when he pushed deeper. I screamed, half from pain, half surprise.
"Yes, scream for me slut," he moaned into my ear. His hand traveled down my stomach and into my panties. When he found my clit he started slowly circling it. His softness there was juxtaposed wiht his rough thrusts. But something changed. My body was more concentrated on his hands and almost forgot the pain. Oh how nice it could be, when someone touched you. But no. I shook my head to get rid of these treacherous thoughts. He seemed to take that as a no.
"What baby? Can't you take it anymore? You know the magic words." He slowed down and increasesd the pressure on my clit. "Unless of course, you want me to continue. All you have to do is ask." His fingers softly pinched me and let out a small moan. I felt him smiling against my neck.
"Go to hell, Dean."
I prepared myself for more pain but to my surprise he continued his soft touch. When I felt his lips on my neck my blood froze. I thought he would bite me but instead he covered my neck in soft kisses. His other hand had found its way under my shirt where he teased my nipple. Another moan escaped my lips.
"Oh fuck Princess, you are getting pretty wet. Do you want to come?" His voice was filled with lust. He was not teasing me anymore but trying to get me to enjoy it. I didn't want to enjoy something I was forced to experience. But I could not ignore the building sensation between my legs. His hand was moving faster.
"No, I don't want this, not like this," I panted desperatly. The familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger. I tried to fight it down, ignoring it was impossible at this point. Dean seemed to be very aware of what was happening to me. He had increased his speed again but it wasn't painful anymore. It felt better with every second. I tried to evade his delicous touch and threw my head back in frustration when I didn't suceed.
"Come for me, Mae," he whispered in my ear. I shook my head but as I was doing it I was already losing the fight. Lust flooded my brain and the contracting of my inner walls around him pushed me over the edge. Everything was forgotten and for a moment I could only feel the throbbing between my legs and his lips on my neck. I felt him come inside me but being still on the high of the orgasm, I didn't care. He thrust in my a few more times before stopping and leaing into me.
"That was fucking amazing, baby," he mumbeled before burying his face once again in my neck and taking in my scent. I was speechless. What was there to say anyway? I was mortified and embarassed to my core. How could my body betray me like that?
Dean slowly pulled out and stepped back. I turned around while staring at the floor. Now I have to wash myself again, I thought as tears were already filling my eyes.
"Hey," he said, lifting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes, "don't start with this fucking drama. You like being fucked by me. Get over it."
Then he turned around and left me standing alone in the bathroom.