Prompt: #46 Birthday
Type of Story: Sexual/Het & Original Characters
Author's Website: Cat's Website
Author's Note: Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural and I'm not making any money from this fic. The character Amber belongs to me, though. Summary: A simple birthday... But nothing is simple when it comes to Dean Winchester. Timeline: Set a while after the final episode of season two. Warning(s): Sexual situations; spoilers for the entirety of both seasons of Supernatural.
Author's Note 2: This fic should be taken a while after its predecessors, Coma and Elixir. Both of these can be found either on my website or on my fanfiction.net account, under Cat2000. You probably don't have to have read the fics to understand what's going on here, but I think it would probably help. Enjoy anyway! Constructive criticism is welcomed and greatly appreciated
"Why don't you marry me?" Dean suggested. The very act of him suggesting it made him pause and almost take it back. The very idea seemed ridiculous. He didn't take it back, though. At least I'll settle down before I die.
Amber stared at him, her mouth dropping open, her expression disbelieving. "Marry you?" she repeated incredulously. "You'll make me a widow in less than a year! Don't you think at all?" she demanded.
It's been like this since Sam and I came here. Why doesn't she understand that I had no choice? "Look," Dean said. "Sam's smart, okay? And determined as hell. And Jody's not exactly an idiot. They'll figure something out." But really. Who was he trying to convince? Amber, or himself?
Clearly, he wasn't doing a very good job of convincing Amber, since she was glaring at him, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Dean remembered the way she had touched her stomach in the parallel world and felt a stab of guilt. To cover it up, he asked, "Well? What's your answer?"
"My answer is no! As you'd have worked out if you knew anything about women!"
Dean glared back at Amber, not needing fury to hide behind - because he really was angry. "You know, most women would give their right arm to be asked that by me!"
"Well, clearly I'm in the minority; and I value my right arm!"
"So you're mangling quotes now, are you?"
"You mangled the quote first." Then, Amber blinked. "Wait... you read?"
"I'm not just a pretty face, you know." Dean glanced at the door, considering just walking out on Amber. But he'd walked out on her once before - when she'd told him to. I'm not doing it again.
"Look, Dean." Amber sighed heavily. "I think the worst thing about this is that you just did it. You didn't think about how anyone else would feel if you sacrificed yourself for your brother." She didn't say the words - but they hung between them anyway: You didn't think about how I would feel.
"As I remember it, you were the one who told me to get out of your life." Dean spoke quietly, but bit off each word.
Amber flinched and looked down, her gaze falling to her broken left hand and the scars which covered it, legacy of the terrible choice she had faced. "I think I did pretty well, considering the visions your brother had of me killing you." She looked up at him again. "You asked me to marry you; and I want to say yes. But to give in to those feelings and to then have you ripped away would be too painful. If I want to live, I have to say no."
Dean nodded slowly, able to understand - but not liking - her point. His pride wouldn't allow him to admit it, though. "I guess I'll just head back to the motel."
Amber watched him. "Well, you could just spend the night here." She stretched up, her breasts pressing against the material of her blouse, and winked at Dean, giving a coy smile. "After all... I'm sure you wouldn't take advantage of a girl in her own house."
In spite of himself, Dean found his eyes drawn to Amber's chest. He'd not seen her naked yet; and a sudden desire to tear her clothes off and feel her body under his ripped through him. He clenched his fists at his sides in an attempt to keep control. "No. Now go to bed," he ground out. "I'll sleep on the couch."
Amber blinked. "Dean..."
"I said go!"
Amber flinched at his tone and opened her mouth, presumably to argue further. However, something in Dean's face must have warned her, because she closed her mouth, nodded and started heading up the stairs.
Dean watched her go, his anger slowly draining away until he merely felt tired. For a few moments, he could almost feel the jaws of death snapping at his heels. Close after that, though, came the beginnings of an idea.
After a moment's thought, Dean took out his mobile. He dialed a number and then put the phone to his ear. "Hey, Sammy. Yeah, whatever. Listen, I need you to look something up for me..."
When Amber woke up the next morning, it was to find Dean leaning over her. She blinked and moved back slightly. "Dean, what are you doing here?" She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight streaming through the window. What time is it?
Instead of answering, Dean told hold of Amber's hands and pulled her to her feet. Before the startled woman had time to react, Dean had taken her place on the bed and had her upended over his lap.
"Hey!" Amber started struggling, trying to break free of Dean's grasp. "What are you doing? You can't just hit me and expect to change my mind!" I thought we settled this last night.
"You've been holding out on me, Amber," Dean said. "What day is it today?" He placed a hand on the small of her back.
"Umm... Tuesday?" Amber tried. She had the feeling she knew what Dean was talking about, though. How could he have found out about that?
"It's easy to find out things when you have a genius brother." Dean spoke simply, but with pride. "Happy birthday, Amber."
"Thank you." She paused. "So... still doesn't explain what I'm doing in this position. Unless you're going to hit me for not telling you about my birthday."
"You ever heard of an erotic spanking, or a birthday spanking?" Dean asked. "Other women have rather enjoyed them, actually."
"Okay, I'm willing to try something new," Amber replied. "Though I'm not sure I like the idea of you doing something you've probably done with hundreds of other women."
"If you were like other women, I would have seduced you by now." Dean slowly raised the hem of Amber's nightgown and folded it over onto her back. He couldn't help smiling as he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Dean ran a hand down Amber's spine, feeling her arch her back like a cat. He cupped one smooth cheek in his hand. "So, Amber. How old are you today?"
"What, didn't Sam tell you that?" Amber let out a little squeal as Dean pinched her lightly. "Twenty-four - and you're a jerk."
"Careful, you don't want to earn yourself extras." Dean smirked as he raised his hand and brought it down with medium force on Amber's right cheek. "That's one. I think you should count each one and thank me for it."
"You must be joking." Amber twisted her head round to look at Dean. "This is supposed to be for me - not you."
Instead of answering, Dean landed another - softer - smack. This continued for a while, with Dean alternating between hard and soft smacks and pausing periodically to rub Amber's hips, or to squeeze one cheek or the other. Each movement brought a gasp from Amber and she felt herself beginning to get wet. As the feeling grew in intensity, it felt like there was liquid fire down there. She wriggled a little and felt Dean slide his hand between her legs to stroke her clitoris. As he did so, he brought his other hand down - hard - and Amber gasped as she felt the orgasm rip through her in waves of pleasurable, almost-pain.
"Well, how did you like that?" Dean whispered in Amber's ear, his breath ghosting over suddenly sensitive skin.
For a few moments, Amber just lay there, spent; she could hardly believe what had just happened. This... it felt different. Not like how it's been with others. Slowly, she pushed herself up, wanting - needing - to give something back to him.
As Amber sat up, Dean removed her nightgown in a single tug upwards. Amber pulled his shirt out of his trousers, her nails catching on his skin. Dean growled low in his throat and kissed Amber's neck, drawing back only to help her remove his clothes. He then pushed her down onto the bed, using his body to pin her there while he kissed her hungrily, demandingly.
Later, Dean held Amber, his hand cupping her breast in what seemed like a natural position. He leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck.
"Stay with me..."
Amber turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "What if I ask you to leave me alone again?"
Dean considered that, holding her cradled close. Finally, he simply answered, "I won't go. I won't leave you alone again." Simply spoken - but heartfelt. From him, the man who had so many problems talking about his feelings.
"I love you," Amber whispered.
Dean closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the back of her head. The response wouldn't come easily to his lips - so he said nothing.
"Dean..." Amber murmured when he was about to fall asleep again.
"I... The answer's yes..."
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