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You looked around at the apartment you had been living in for the last decade or so of your life. Boxes were stacked upon others, filled with everything you had gathered over those years.
Seeing the apartment without any of your furniture, with blank walls and a lack of “lived in” feel it touched something in your heart that was akin to nostalgia.
So many nights were spent here, wrapped up and comfy on the couch. Trying to cook in your tiny kitchen, struggling with the faulty wiring.
The relationships you went through here, every horrible day at your horrible job.
You would not change a thing. This was your home, for a while. At least, it was where you lived. Perhaps not home, no. Home was calling you to return and return you would.
Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his face burying against your neck. You smiled, leaning back into his strong chest and taking a deep, satisfied breath of a job well done. Your hands curled around his and you let him sway you slightly. “I think that’s the last of it.”
You turned around in his arms and met his green eyes with your own, a smile stayed on your lips. One that he returned, only to cover with a kiss a moment later.
“Are you ready to come home, babe?” Dean asked you in a husky voice. It sent a pleasant tremble down your spine and you took in a small inhale of breath.
Home. Back in Lawrence, with him, your boyfriend and his wonderful family that had basically taken you in. It was about time.
Sure, the first few months of dating Dean long distance after the Wedding was over was fun, sneaking each other naughty photos and videos helped tide you over for the twice a week visit. Months of only two days with him was driving you nuts, so when he asked you if you wanted to move in with him, how could you turn it down?
Surprisingly, aside from some nights where you missed him the most, your doubts had been on the quiet side. You were comfortable with him, and it was like the universe had been waiting for this moment.
Like you had woken up in a life that had previously only existed within your dreams. Your Happy Ending was calling to you, and while forever doesn’t really exist, you felt like you had been waiting for that long.
When you had told your Mother about your relationship with Dean, she thought you might have been playing a joke on her. And when you insisted, you swore the squeal she made from across the receiver nearly split your eardrums.
When you told her you were planning on moving back to Lawrence with him, she was less excited. But you could tell she didn’t want to rain on your parade, and wished you luck and promised you she would do her best to visit you at your new home with Dean as soon as she could.
Part of you found it hard to believe she would ever go back to that town, but you supposed time would tell. Dean also reminded you when you expressed that to him that you both could always spend a few days with her occasionally. It made you grin, because you knew that if your Mom heard that she’d be even happier with your new boyfriend.
Dean kissed you again and you hummed against his lips, “I’m ready.”
And you meant it.
The drive back to Lawrence took some time, but it was spent with obnoxious singing, laughs and talking, snacking on cheap gas station food and behaving like fools.
The occasional stop for smooching didn’t hurt too bad either, though it did add an extra day to your trip when Dean pulled over to a motel.
“We’re not going home?” You asked curiously when Dean pulled into his family’s home street. It was late afternoon, after a day of traveling and a night in the motel that did not have much sleep to begin with and you were tired and ready for a good nap but when Dean turned to you and grinned, you couldn’t help but give him one back.
“We will be going home soon.” He said, his eyes twinkling. “Needed to do something here real quick.”
He pulled the Impala into the drive next to his Father’s car and hopped out, stepping over to your door with his smiling face through the window, he opened it up and helped you out.
He held your hand and walked with you up to the door where he knocked once, twice. “Come in!” You could hear Mary’s voice floating through on the other side of the wooden blockade.
Dean took one more glance at you, wearing a big, handsome smile that you almost questioned, but your voice died on your lips when a big shout of “Welcome home!” Was chorused through the door.
Your eyes first landed on the large hanging fabric sign that was printed with the words you had just heard in bright blue bubble font.
Below the sign, was the Winchesters plus one Castiel.
Mary and John stood side by side with big smiles, John having one arm around his wife’s shoulders, his eyes landing on you with bright warmth shared by Mary who nearly looked like she was vibrating with excitement.
Next to them stood Jess and Sam in a similar stance to his parents. Jess was holding onto a wrapped gift box.
You were surprised to see off to the side, stood Mason with his hands stuffed into his pockets, wearing a silly grin. It was touching that they invited your brother along as well.
“Aw… guys!” You squeaked out in surprise, your eyes quickly growing misty with the warmth that spread over you, making you feel like warm jelly, like you could float over with air-light bones. “This is so… sweet!” Your words were interrupted with a sniffle, and you rushed over.
They welcomed you with tight hugs. Mary took hold of your face and kissed your cheek, “Oh, I’m so glad, sweetie!”
“Good to have you home, sweetheart.” John said with his deep voice and friendly eyes and you beamed at both of them. “Thank you.”
“If it isn’t my new roommate.” Castiel greeted you with his rolling, deep timbre and you smiled at him. He would still be sharing the home with you and Dean, and you would not have it any other way. He had quickly grown to be one of your closest friends, and you both texted almost every day after you had returned home.
Mason greeted you next with a side hug, “Just like old times, huh?” He asked. “It really is.” You agreed with a happy sigh.
Sam was the next to hug you, one arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist, kissing the side of your head. “It’s about time.” He grumbled playfully, but you could hear the slight tremble to his voice, and you gave him a meaningful smile. “Didn’t know it would be so fast, but I told you I’d end up coming back.”
He grinned and Jess took his place, hugging you somehow even tighter than her husband did. “Hello Mrs. Future Winchester!” She trilled happily and you flushed a bright pink but laughed anyway, “Hi Mrs. Winchester.”
She squeezed your hands after the hug and led you over to an armchair where she sat you down. “Okay, you’re opening my gift first.”
You opened them up one by one, getting all sorts of appliances and other such gifts for home warming. A blender, a new vacuum, a silverware set, and a set of towels. You were positively glowing throughout the whole experience. No one had ever done anything like this for you before, and you might have let at least one happy tear out but thankfully you were able to keep control over your emotions, as bursting as they may have been.
After a few hours of laughs, meals, and a all around good time it was time for you and Dean to return home. Castiel gave a knowing smile and told the both of you he would be arriving back at the house later on.
After getting parting hugs from everyone, the drive to your new home was filled with a comfortable silence that you broke, “Did you plan that little surprise back there?”
Dean kept his eyes on the road, but his plump lips turned upwards. “I might have had something to do with it.”
“I knew it. Softy.” You teased him and reached over to grab his knee. He chuckled and lowered one of his hands to cover yours, interlocking your fingers.
“Did you like it darlin?” He asked softly and you breathed in deeply, a wide smile on your lips. Your head turned towards the window to watch the scenery outside fly by on your way to the home you would be sharing with the man of your dreams.
“I loved it.”
You brought in your bag holding the clothes you had packed for the trip after insisting that you could carry it yourself, thank you. Dean smiled affectionately and let you, but still carried in your purse when you had forgotten it in the backseat.
You had taken a shower that morning, so you decided to head straight for the room, peeling off the clothes from the day to change into something comfier.
The door opened to the bedroom and Dean paused in the entryway. His eyes danced over your half nude form, wearing only your panties still. You blushed at the hungry glint in his eyes, “What?”
Dean grinned and kicked the door closed behind him, shrugging off his jacket. “You know, I like it when I get to take your clothes off, but this is nice too.” He winked and tugged his shirt off next.
The necklace he always wore rested above his naked pecs and your eyes flickered over him, feeling a familiar tingle between your legs. “Still one more thing you can take off me,” You invited him with a teasing wiggle of your hips.
He wasted no time dropping his strong hands to your hips. He dipped his head and kissed you passionately, his lips molding with your own, so close you could feel the exhales through his nose.
He moaned against your lips when his hands roamed from your hips down to your ass, grabbing two handfuls and squeezing them possessively.
You yelped in surprised laughter when he lifted you suddenly and dropped you ass first onto your new bed, climbing between your legs with wandering hands caressing up your legs, to your thighs where he lovingly squeezes the plush there.
You relished his touch, soft whispering approvals and moans when he touches just the right spots to have you growing damp between your legs.
His thumbs hooked against the flimsy cotton panties and he was surprisingly slow when he eased them down, inch by inch to reveal your pretty pink pussy lips to his greedy eyes.
“You’re gorgeous baby, fucking beautiful.” He moaned to you, his eyes taking in your damp sex, looking like a starved man.
He kissed your pussylips with a wet suck that had you gasping in surprise and pleasure. Two of his meaty fingers teased delicately over your slit while his mouth was anything as gentle, ravishing your clit with his lips, tongue and the softest tease of his teeth.
You were already a whimpering mess, shaking with anticipation and sensitive pleasure with each affection to your cute little bundle of nerves.
“Oh, fuck, Oh- Dean!” You whimpered and whined when he shoved a wet finger into your depth, starting to pump it with a curling digit. “Uuh--! Th-that feels so good…!”
“Yeah baby?” He mumbled against your clit, not once stopping the pleasure he was giving to you. “Gonna come on my face?”
Each one of his deliciously naughty words send a pleasant vibration along with his lips and tongue and you were barely holding on. “F-Fuck!” You whined, “Just like that – oh my God!”
He almost laughed against your pussy when you came, washing his face with your tasty, womanly cum. His tongue could not get enough of you, it seemed, and he lapped up the mess he had created until you were begging him to stop, for more, to keep going—
You were so overwhelmed you didn’t notice at first when he climbed his strong body up over yours, resting half of his weight down, the other held up with his arms caged at the side of your head. He pressed his hips down, grinding his naked cock against your nude, dripping pussy.
You hadn’t even noticed that he had stripped out of the rest of his clothes and you gave a breathy giggle when he looked into your eyes for just a moment before he attacked the side of your neck with sweet, nibbling kisses that tickled just as much as they sent lovely pleasure sensations trembling down your exposed flesh.
“I have the hottest girlfriend ever.” He said against your neck, kissing his way back up to your lips, you kissed him back despite your breathy giggle, lifting your hands to cup his cheeks, kiss after kiss until both of you were panting deeply and you could feel his hard length rubbing his swollen cockhead so so close to your entrance.
“Fuck me, Dean.” You whispered hotly against his lips; his forehead pressed against yours. You looked into his eyes and whatever he saw within yours he liked, a rumbling, growly groan huffing between his lips.
“Yes please,” He moaned, tipping his head down to kiss you again, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth where he nibbled slightly. Your little groan at that turned into a wanton moan when his cock pushed past your folds.
In one quick thrust, his entire, thick and hard length was swallowed up by your greedy, wanting pussy and he strangled out a breathy gasp, your pussy squeezing his cock perfectly.
“Oh fuck,” He wheezed, his hips positioning in quick, shallow thrusts. You could feel him move so deep inside you, teasing at your inner depths wonderfully. You whimpered in delight, pushing your hips upwards.
He liked it. Groaning with his deep, sexy voice he looked burningly into your eyes. Passion, love, devotion spoke to you with those eyes, and you caressed his cheek when you pulled him down to press your foreheads together again.
“I love you, Dean.” You moaned against his lips when you drew him into a short kiss.
Dean’s response was a whispery moan, somehow masculine and sexy, just as much as vulnerable. He began to pull out fully, and shove himself deep back into you in firm, sure thrusts.
“Oh fuck,” He grunted “I love you—I love you—I love you!” He repeated it over and over, lost in the pleasure you both traded. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and he shifted his hips, touching even deeper inside you – touching a spot that sent bright colors dancing over your vision.
“Oh—Oh! Dean!”
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re fuckin’ perfect! Take my cock so fucking good!” He thrust harder, faster, to the point where the bed shook beneath you both, your tits jiggling with each heavy thrust until his hands lowered to them, squeezing a handful and thumbing over hard nipples.
You couldn’t help it, not one bit, when your orgasm washes over you suddenly. Your eyes squeeze shut, your hands smacking down onto his shoulders and gripping him tight enough to hurt. Your legs squeezed tighter around his hips, to the point where he had to shallow his thrusts, but still they were just the right enough force to extend the spasm of your walls cumming around his thick, perfect cock.
“Ooooohh… fuck! Fuck yes!” Dean growls through gritted teeth, every time your walls flexed around his cock made it harder for him to hold on, his nerves alight with desire and lust, love, and passion. It was almost too much, even for him, his body trembling against yours in his attempt to control his composure.
“Come for me, Dean, oh ff—cum for me, please!” You begged him, and he felt it in his spine. It struck something inside him, he could feel it in his chest and his loins, which tightened up. His mouth dropped open when he finally came, his body tensing up firmly, his weight dipping down against you like some sort of erotic, weighted blanket.
The sound that came from him was so sexy it almost made you come again. His cock throbbed inside you, you could feel each twitch as he empties all he has to give you deep inside. With each thump inside you, it is accompanied by a throaty, growly moan or grunt.
You both stay like that for what felt like an hour before he collapsed beside you onto his back, his arm splayed and the other one finding its way under you and he pulled you against his sweaty chest, raising and lowering with deep breathes.
“That was awesome.” He panted, turning his head down to nuzzle through your hair before planting a tender kiss to the crown of your head. “You’re awesome.”
You giggled breathlessly, feeling fatigue settling into your limbs and a dull, but pleasant ache between your legs that seemed to pulse with your heartbeat. “I am pretty awesome.”
He grinned at you with a sweet sort of affection that you could not only see, but feel, and it gave you that feeling of floatyness again. Like your bones were mellowing out. You sighed happily and nuzzled closer onto Dean’s chest. His arm squeezed around your shoulders, holding you securely.
“You’re pretty great too though, Winchester.”
Dean chuckled and you felt it against your side. “I’ve got to be the luckiest guy on Earth.”
You loved it when he got a little sappy. It was rare to see him show his emotions around other people, so that you got to see them, especially when they are expressed towards you – made your heart thump happily in your chest. “I’d say I’m the lucky one.” You smiled, sitting up to look into his face, resting a palm against his chest.
“I get to be with the guy of my dreams. Who else gets to say they’re with their old, much hotter, teenage crush?”
He beamed, pink dusting over his freckled cheeks. You leaned in and kissed there, and his eyes closed for it. “I liked you too, you know.”
“We’ve got a lot of time to make up for then.” You playfully murmured, moving to rest your head against his chest, where you could hear the steady, rhythmic thump of his heart. His hand covered the top of your head, playing sweetly with your hair.
“We do. We have plenty of time for it now… I’m not letting you go this time.”
You smiled at his promise, feeling it resonate deep in your chest, feeling a sort of airheaded joy that made you want to grin like an idiot.
“Good.” You murmured instead.
“Good.” He agreed and tilted his head down to kiss your hair.
“Welcome home, baby.”
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