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Supernatural / Demons from the South	By : silkmink Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 4119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The events in this story are not from the actual program. They are my take on how the characters would react in certain circumstances. This series of chapters reflect the characters as they were in season 5 of the series (in terms of their experiences and how much they had learned). Sam and Dean do not engage in homosexual or incestuous activities. No judgement here, that's just the way I decided to do it.

A word of warning: This series of chapters does contain explicit sexual acts but true to the way the characters were created, Sam and Dean do not engage in homosexual or incestuous activities. No judgement here if you're into that sort of thing, that's just the way I decided to do it. Furthermore, there is some story line here; if you are looking for sexual encounter after sexual encounter, this series may not be for you.

Supernatural / Demons from the South Ch. 2: Dean Winchester Gets a Mouthful:

Dean yawned groggily as he as he rubbed his hands though his short sable colored hair. Yep, someone had definitely slipped him a mickey and apparently this one had Viagra-like qualities because he was hard as a rock.

He sat up. He felt pretty awesome actually; intoxicated. But something was niggling in the back of his mind, he couldn't be sure why he had been dreaming about Sam calling out his name.

He had no idea where he was or how he had come to arrive there but then, when he thought about it, he didn't seem to care much. A hint of a silly smile played on his sculpted lips. He sat on a carpet so worn, that stringy rips stretched across the most traversed areas revealing stained concrete beneath it.

Holy shit! This has got to be the shittiest motel room Sam has ever got us.

“...and I'm on the floor because...?” he wondered aloud slurring sexily.

He wobbly got to his feet; his muscular legs almost buckling. He wore work boots and straight leg jeans with a fitted black t-shirt. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and then scanned his surroundings. He was in a musty darkened office space. The desks were of the crappy, metal, factory office variety. A door to a shadowy hallway stood slightly ajar. Okay, at least I'm free to... A blinding flash of lightning broke his train of thought.

He lazily swung around and noticed that one wall was comprised of a row of windows. The florescent lights in the office were off, so even from where he stood, he could see through the glass into a cargo container warehouse stretching out before him.

“Alright so this isn't the crappiest motel room I've ever seen,” he muttered. He staggered towards the windows and leaned drunkenly on the ledge. Thunder rumbled distantly. He could barely make out the inky night through a series of evenly spaced skylights being spattered with driving rain.

“Ok, so I know it's night time and it's raining and this is an office for a warehouse that apparently deals exclusively in shitty rusted freight containers...”

“...aaaaand that tells me what?” Dean asked aloud to no one in particular.

He thought about it a minute and then answered himself, "That tells me, I have no fucking idea what that tells me, but god damn, there better be some chicks somewhere 'cause I am horny as hell!"

He looked out into the dimly lit space and noticed a chain extending down from one of the beams. His eyes kept shifting in and out of focus as he followed it down to the floor where a distinctly male figure stood with his bare back angled towards him. The man was tethered by his wrists to a rope hooked to the chain. His arms stretched over his head while he pulled back trying to move away from someone in front of him who was hidden from view by his broad chest and shoulders.

Dean squinted his eyes as he took note of the familiar form of the man with shoulder length brown hair.

“... is that...? That's Sam! The fuck is he doing? Why is he half naked” He wondered drunkenly, as though Sam had chosen this particular set up for some reason.

Sam shifted slightly to one side revealing a gorgeous stacked brunette wearing a cloak, standing before him.

“Helloooo nurse!” Dean crooned as he drank in the sight of her as she gazed hungrily at his little brother. “Looks like he's getting some 'Eyes Wide Shut'-action” he chuckled to himself. The cloak hung slightly open revealing a strip of pale skin down her front.

“Holy crap!” His eyes lit up with glee. “Dude, her junk is totally shaved!” He was so close to the glass that his breath fogged the pane. “Oh man! Sammy's finally gonna get him some tail!”

He watched as she leaned into Sam. From his vantage point, Dean wasn't sure what was going on but he was riveted on her especially when she pushed her cloak back over her shoulders revealing some pretty magnificent tits. “Oh man, I love those little rosy nipples on a gal.” He barely noticed he was pressing his hard-on into the ledge of the window.

He gaped at the scene as she mounted Sam where he stood, like a gymnast. Her legs locked around his waist, supporting her weight easily. “What the hell?” he exclaimed, “Why does he always get the bendy ones?”

Her movements were unmistakable. “Oh Jesus, she's riding him like a bitch in heat... Lucky little shit!”

He couldn't stand it any longer and hastily undid his fly. He reached in and pulled out his rigid cock. His lips felt dry as his breath came out of him panting. He grasped himself overhand and massaged his dick, rubbing his palm across the almost purple head of his throbbing member and then milking it from the base. The intoxicated feeling subsided a bit. His clear green eyes never tearing from the scene unfolding before him. The woman seemed to be devouring his face but, judging by the way Sam ground his face right back at her, he wasn't too upset about it. She was clearly gyrating her hips on his crotch over his jeans.

“That's just mean! Take his pants off you dumb broad!”

Dean's working hand came to a stop as he contemplated what he had just said.

“No wait. Nevermind, I don't need to see that.”

He spoke too soon.

"Aw maaaaan. Really? C'mon!” Dean's disappointed voice half shouted at the window. Right away he realized, thankfully, that they couldn't hear him.

The woman worked Sam's jeans down his athletic legs. His brother's slender white ass was more than Dean wanted to see. He felt himself start softening. He leaned his forehead against the cloudy glass as he closed his eyes dejectedly.

“Now I've got that image seared into my mind, but then that's just how crappy this night's been going.” The doped up feeling started creeping back in.

“Mother fucker,” he mumbled under his breath feeling dizzy.

“Who's fucking whose mother?” The feminine voice behind him sounded only vaguely interested.

Dean froze. So now a female shows up; when I've got my half soft dick in my hand, watching my brother get it on with some freaky Cirque De Soleil chick.

“Uhhhh..” he croaked as he crammed himself back in his pants hoping she hadn't seen. He turned slowly around. The scene caused a smile to spread across his face; his eyebrow arching in interest. A cute petite blonde with a platinum pixie cut, laid languidly on one of the dented metal desks. She was illuminated by the faint slanting glow coming through the windows he was just jerking off at. Dean blinked as he wondered how long she had been there and how did she get on the desk without making a sound.

Both her arms were sleeved in swirls of brightly colored tattoos. A scarlet flaming sacred heart blazed across her chest. Orange yellow flames radiated out from it, stretching from collar bone to collar bone. Two mirroring rows of sequentially sized stars angled toward her crotch in a V shape. Leopard spots were sprinkled over her shoulders and on her right bicep he could make out a banner with bold script reading “Rock and Roll will never die.” The banner seemed to float in the claws of a bald eagle, inked into her pale skin.

...But most importantly, to Dean anyway, was the fact that she was buck naked. She leaned back on one elbow twirling her fingers in a cord of some sort. She was looking down intently at her fingers, twining and untwining the cord. One leg lay folded sideways on the surface of the desk and the other was bent at the knee, angled upward.

Basically, Dean had a fantastic view of her hairless pussy splayed out in front of him. He took advantage of the fact that she wasn't looking at him to shoot a relieved look upwards and, smiling, mouthed the words "Thank you."

He started towards her because... well... shaved pussy on a sexy tattooed rocker chick, that's why.

On his way over, a small object swinging delicately from the cord, somehow managed to pull his hungry gaze away from her snatch. Another familiarity. It was a small bronze tribal head with horns.

“Ummm... that's mine,” he pointed out.

“Oh yeah?” She flashed kohl rimmed crystal blue eyes and arched an eyebrow right back at him.

“Why don'tcha come get it then?”

Necklace forgotten, his eyes were drawn to her softly rounded, pert (very kissable) breasts. Her hard little nipples were a pink so exquisitely pale, that her kaleidoscopic etched skin stood out in stark contrast. “Yeah... ok... I'll do that.” Dean slurred huskily.

He adjusted his gait as his growing erection had suddenly made walking casually, impossible. Whatever spell or narcotic they dosed him with, was doing a number on his balance that wasn't helping any either.

He finally reached her and leaned in on both hands supporting himself on the desk. He swallowed hard to alleviate the copious saliva gathering hungrily in his mouth. He angled his chin down and his eyes smiled upwards at her. His expression was somehow both lecherous and boyish, simultaneously.

She met his stare with kittenish eyes; a mischievous smile played on her lips. She rolled onto her lower back and leaned on her elbows as she brought two graceful ankles up and gently hooked them over Dean's broad shoulders. That was all invitation he needed and he bent lower, sliding his forearms under the inside of her legs and wrapped his hands around the outside of her thighs grasping her hips and jerked her towards him, in one swift move. He sank to his knees and buried his face in her glistening pink folds.

He rubbed his stubbly chiseled chin lightly along the delicate grooves. Eyes blissfully closed, he inhaled deeply, relishing her sweet muskiness. Best fucking smell ever, he thought, enraptured. He curled his chin downward and sucked her clit into his mouth fiercely.

"Oh yeah, just like that, baby” she groaned, her eyes gleamed down at his stunning face which clearly indicated that he was enjoying her intensely.

Never losing contact with his tongue, he looked up at her with a yeah, and I haven't even started yet, expression in his eyes. He flicked his tongue playfully up to her swollen clit and nibbled at it with his lips; he tilted his head slightly from side to side to suck on it fervidly. She bucked her hips almost tearing herself away from his mouth. He lifted her with his muscled forearms and tugged her further onto his face. He nuzzled hungrily into her, emitting muffled eager grunts.

“Uuuuuh,” she moaned; leaning her head back and rotating her hips still resting in his arms.

“Oh my god, baby, you taste like heaven,” his voice was muffled as he continued smearing his face across her tingling flesh in circles.

She giggled throatily. “And it's all yours, as long as you keep doing that.”

The idea of her drenched velvety flesh being his to do with as he pleased for as long as he wanted caused a painful throb in his jeans. He flattened his tongue fully over her clit massaging it and snaked one hand back under her thigh to slip two calloused fingers deeply into her.

The movement made a soft squishing sound as he slid them deeply in and out of her pulsating muscles. Her juices seeped between his fingers, melting onto his knuckles.

He knew she was so ready for his swollen dick but he hadn't gotten enough of her soaking sweet pussy yet. His fingers felt crushed by her tightness, and he felt lightheaded knowing he was about to stick his cock in that tight snatch.

His fingers slipped out of her, his arousal was too much to bear, he reached down to the front of his jeans. He desperately fumbled at his fly, clumsily unsnapping his jeans with slippery fingers and letting them slide down to the floor where he was kneeling. His thick cock swung loose heavily and he grasped it expertly, stroking it up and down its full length without missing a caress on her clit with his tongue. Dean was so distracted that he didn't notice that as he pleasured himself, his mind, again, became clearer.

His teeth grazed her sensitive skin as his lips pulled back to emit a sharp exhalation at the pleasure of getting some relief, even if it was with his hand... for now. His hot breath followed by his voracious suckling sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed; she moaned. She wrapped her needy fingers around his head, shoving his face into her while pumping her hips wildly. He felt her muscles contract around his tongue as a flow of hot liquid oozed copiously into his mouth.

Dean lifted his face away and stood up grinning, her ankles slid off his muscled shoulders. He hastily wiped his glazed mouth with the back of his hand and then peeled off his shirt revealing his powerful chest. Her eyes fixed intensely on the inked sigil imprinted near his collar bone. His right hand worked his massive erection deliberately.

He smiled unashamedly, his eyes locked on hers. “Are you ready for this?”

“Oh, yessss,” she moaned seductively.

She curled her legs over his shoulders again and pulled him closer with her heels so that where he stood, the tip of his cock nudged her soaking hole. He stopped short, his hand grasping his dick and rubbing it slickly along her drenched labia.

"I dunno though... You're sure now, right?” He teased. “You want all of it, or should I just go halfway?” he asked smiling in a smart ass way.

Impatient, she sat up, grasped his hips and jerked him into her violently but only got halfway before stopping abruptly. She gasped; her eyes widened in pained surprise. It was too much, too fast. His thick shaft stretched her almost torturously. He smiled down at her with an I told you so look. She shot him back an Eat shit one.

Dean reached down and stroked her face tenderly, not moving his hips to avoid causing her more pain. “Just relax, baby. Relax your muscles. You're small and I don't want to hurt you, but you're so tight that I know that once I get going, it's going to be pretty damn hard to stop. Ok?” She bit her lip and nodded.

She laid back down and, keeping her heels on his shoulders, she angled her knees out to open herself further. She closed her eyes and released a deep exhale. Dean felt her grasp on him relax. “Ok, I'm ready,” she whispered.

"Just tell me if you need me to stop,” he said reassuringly.

Still standing, he began inching himself into her as gently and slowly as possible. When he was almost in completely, she responded with a sharp intake of air.

"Shh shhh shh shh shh" he whispered softly, “It's ok. You're doing great. You want me to stop?”

Her face softened.

"No, keep going.”

He nudged himself in to the hilt and sighed deeply; eyes closed and head back.

"Baby... you feel so fucking good right now,” he told her. She smiled up at him sweetly, still wincing slightly.

He started back out as slowly as he could to about halfway and then slid back fully to get her used to the width and let her muscles expand. He did this a couple times in long slow strokes; his chiseled abs tensing as he pushed into her. He felt her slick juices start to make the task easier.

“Mmmmm," she moaned and wriggled her hips into him.

It was all the encouragement Dean needed. On his next stroke back he withdrew almost completely and moved back in a little quicker. He pulled in and out of her faster and faster grunting each time he reached the full depth. Still thrusting, he looked down to where their bodies connected and watched himself spreading her wide. He began rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Her response was immediate. She lifted her hips off the desk. Her knees were splayed out as far as they would go with her ankles still resting on his shoulders. Her soft pointed breasts bobbed up and down with every push.

“Ohhhh yessss,” she hissed.

His movements quickened until he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

"In or out?” he panted heavily as he jerked his cock into her roughly.

"Come inside me, Dean. I want to have all of you.”

Dean briefly wondered how she knew his name but the thought flew out of his head as she screamed out her orgasm. The spasm of her internal muscles sent him reeling over the edge. He rammed into her as deep as he could and held his position. His dick pulsed and he shot his full load into her in thick spurts. He threw his head back moaning deep in his throat “Uhhhhhhhh!”

When it was over, he stayed buried all the way inside her as he looked down at her, “You ok?”

"Yes,” she smiled back. He stared at her smiling admiringly when a deep loud moan reverberated through the room. Dean looked stricken. I forgot about Sam! Any sway she had previously held over him was forgotten.

"So um, listen, I gotta run.” He slipped easily out of her and pulled up his boxers and jeans. She looked at him with calm, vaguely interested eyes. He grabbed his t-shirt and wriggled into it, looking at her apologetically.

“You were awesome... really. Let's do this again sometime.” He was heading for the door worrying about the fact that Sam may need his help and he was unarmed.

Dean was almost at the door when he heard a lilting...

"Oh Dean...” He turned to see the girl holding out his necklace. “You forget something?” She smiled wickedly.

Oh man. Thanks.” He walked over and took the necklace.

Teasingly, she kept one finger hooked on the leather cord so he couldn't get it away. As he tugged at it, the strength of her one finger freaked him out a little. The muddled thoughts were creeping back in. She let the necklace slip off her finger. He took it and backed away while looping the cord over his head.

"Yeah, and... um thanks... for everything.

Dean turned and cleared the room in a few long strides. Instantly, he disappeared into the dark hallway.

The blonde giggled to herself as she noticed the eagle tattoo falling to the floor. “Oops” She looked down at her stomach and noticed the skin there ripping too.

To be continued...

A word about Shapeshifters in Supernatural lore:

“Shapeshifters can take on living or dead persons physical appearance by shedding their skin. Once a Shapeshifter transforms into that person, they can access the thoughts and memories of the person they are mimicking provided that the person is still alive. Some Shapeshifters are known to change their shape in a matter of seconds while others are known to take up to several hours. Even though they appear as human, Shapeshifters do possess amazing physical strength. They can easily overpower human beings. Shapeshifters can be identified by a retinal flare that shows up when they on film or video. Seen through a lens their eyes glow a bright white.”

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