Hell's Most Wanted

Many thanks to my wonderful beta Zab

Jenna was stunned momentarily after her body slid down the wall and hit the floor. She heard Dean cock his shotgun, and then he shot twice into the emptiness. The second shot hit the ghost, and it flickered briefly into sight before disintegrating into a soft gray smoke. Dean rushed over to her, “come on we gotta get out of here.” He said as he lifted her up and set her on her feet. Jenna’s heart fluttered at his touch.
The plan was going better than Jenna had expected. She had trailed Sam to the library and as soon as she learned what he discovered about Eugene Levitt she raced over to the haunted house and provoked the spirit into attacking her. Taking an ass kicking was worth it if it opened the door to getting Dean to let his guard down, giving her an opportunity to kill him.

“Hurry, that won’t keep him away for long.” Dean said, his mouth close to her ear, making the hair on the back of her neck rise, as he helped her hobble out of the house. Jenna’s ankle throbbed every time she put her weight on it, but she didn’t think it was broken, and it would heal fast, one of the perks of being half demon.

Dean left her side when they reached the porch and ran up to Sam who was pouring gas on a tree that had already been chopped down. Dean grabbed a bag of salt and dumped it over the entire length of the tree. Then he threw silver lighter that glinted in the moonlight to Sam. Sam flicked it open and hurriedly held the flame to the tree. Immediately, The tree burst into flames that reached high into the night sky - no wonder, Jenna thought, when she saw all the empty gas containers strewn around the yard.

“Look!” Sam said and pointed at the upstairs window of the old dilapidated house.

Jenna looked and saw the ghost of Eugene Levitt, consumed in flames, before he disappeared forever.

“Thank you so much for saving me!” Jenna said limping over to Dean.

“No problem, but why were you even in there?” Dean asked.

Jenna pretended to look embarrassed, like she had been caught, “I just came to town yesterday, and someone told me the ghost story. I was bored tonight so I decided to check it out for myself.” Jenna lied.

Dean smiled and Jenna’s breath caught in her throat. “Do you always go looking for ghosts?” He said.

“Do you always save damsels in distress?” She replied.

He chuckled and said, “I guess now I have to be a gentleman and ask if we can give you a ride somewhere.”

“Only if you let me buy you a beer for saving my life first.”

“Yeah ok, why not?” Dean said, “Hey Sammy drop us off at the bar by the hotel.” He added and threw the keys at his brother.

THREE HOURS AND COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL LATER:

Jenna giggled and swayed back and forth, pretending to be drunker than she actually was.

“You okay?” Dean asked when she half fell into him.

“I guess I’m more of a lightweight than I thought. Do you mind walking me back to my motel room? It’s just a block away.”

“Sure, are you staying at the Magnolia Motel?” Dean took her arm and let her lean against him as they walked out of the smokey bar.

“Yeah, I think that’s it.”

“That’s where Sam and I are staying.”

“Good, then I don’t feel bad making you walk with me.”
When they reached the door to her room Jenna fumbled with the key and dropped it on purpose.

Dean laughed and said, “Need a little help with that?” He picked up the key, unlocked the door, and helped her inside.

This was the moment Jenna had been waiting for. They were alone in the dark; he was slightly drunk and had let his guard down around her. Her plan had come together without a hitch, providing her as perfect an opportunity to kill him as she was ever going to get.

But something stopped her from going for her .45 stashed in the nightstand drawer, or for the knife hidden in her boot. Maybe it was his arms that were wrapped around her, or his intoxicating smell that overpowered her senses. Jenna buried her nose in the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply. He turned his face towards her, his hand sliding from her waist up her back sending shivers through her entire body. His hand stopped just under her chin, lifting her face towards his. His lips barely brushed hers at first, they were surprisingly soft, and Jenna’s mouth opened to him unconsciously.

Dean reacted to the invitation and kissed her harder. His tongue gently penetrated her mouth, sliding against hers, thrusting in and out. Jenna’s hands encircled his neck; Dean’s grabbed a fistful of her hair. Jenna pressed the length of her body against Dean's, wanting to disappear inside of him.

Dean grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head, while Jenna unbuttoned his pants. Dean grabbed her ass with both hands lifting her up. He shucked off his pants while he walked them over to the bed. Jenna could feel his erection pressed against her, and started to grind against it while they kissed.
Suddenly Dean detached himself from the kiss and threw Jenna backwards onto the bed. Jenna cried out in surprise, but she wasn’t alone on the bed for long. Dean stripped his shirt off and climbed on top of her. Jenna kissed his neck and drew her fingernails up his naked back to distract him while she kicked off her boots so he wouldn’t discover her knife.

Dean sat up, Jenna’s breath quickened, afraid he suspected what she was up to. She breathed a sigh of relief when all he did was unbutton her pants, dragging them and her panties off of her. After he threw her clothes across the room he started planting hot, wet, open mouthed kisses up her inner leg. By the time he reached her upper thigh she was quivering, biting her lip to stop from moaning. Jenna held back a scream when she first felt his tongue lick torturously slow up her slit.

Dean grabbed her thighs, throwing her legs over his shoulders to allow for better access, and buried his face once again between her legs. Slowly he licked her up and down. Jenna’s hands twisted in the sheets, her hips struggled to press herself against him. When he suckled her clit the pleasure was so intense, time itself could stop and Jenna wouldn’t care. Jenna’s body felt like it was made of pure sexual energy, the pleasure rolling like waves through her. Dean increased the speed and pressure as his tongue continued to work her.

Jenna suddenly realized she had been moaning nonstop almost the entire time. When Dean sucked directly on her clit, flicking it with his tongue at the same time, Jenna’s body went rigid. Her grip on the back of his head tightened like a vice, holding him to her. Jenna saw stars while the orgasm rode her body. Dean moved away from her while she was still feeling the aftershocks. She saw him rummage through his pants pocket, and heard a wrapper tear. He turned his body away from her as he put the condom on.

Jenna wrapped her arms around him and stretched lazily when he climbed back on top of her. She could still taste herself on his lips when he kissed her. Jenna wrapped her long legs around his waist, drawing them closer together.
When he entered her, she was so wet, his entire length slid in her at once. They both moaned and held perfectly still, clinging to each other, until Jenna couldn’t stand it anymore and tried to rock her hips back and forth on him. He responded by slowly drawing his cock out, until just the tip remained, then inch by inch he pushed back inside her. Jenna moaned as he filled her completely again.

Dean kept up the slow pace until Jenna’s moans turned to pleading cries. He sat up, putting all his weight on his bent knees and pulled out of her so he could roll Jenna onto her side. She cried out when he rammed himself back inside her. Thrusting harder and faster until the sound of his balls slapping against her bottom rang out through the motel room. Dean reached down and kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple as he fucked her. Sweat glistened and rolled down his chest as he thrust even faster. He released her breast and reached around to her clit, rubbing and pinching it.

Jenna’s moans were getting deeper, she grabbed her breasts, playing with her nipples, desperate for release. Dean watched her, eyes growing more intense, his fingers worked her clit faster, his hips pumped harder. Her pussy tightened around his cock as an orgasm ripped through her. Dean cried out for the first time, his hips pumping wildly, his eyes shut as his own orgasm overtook him.
Jenna’s thumping heart and gasping breath slowed to normal. When she felt Dean struggle to get up and pull out of her, she tightened her grip, never wanting to let him go.

“I love you Dean.” She sighed into his ear.

“Wait, what?” Dean asked, horrified.