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The Sister They Never Had	By : WinchesterPrincess Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 5153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*~* ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER!!!! I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, any of the characters related to the show nor any songs and/or refences to any books, movies, songs, tv shows, or food/beverage labels mentioned with the chapters of this fic. I make no profite from this writing. This is written for pure enjoyment only. Mavi is the only thing that I own and I do not give anyone permission to use her before contacting me to get my approval. Thank you :) Now onto the chapter! *~*
Several weeks had gone by after they had all went home from Ellens bar. Dean and Sam went off and did a few cases that would only take a few days leaving Mavi at home. She went ahead and get a job bartending at a bar a few towns over, about a thirty minute drive, just so she wasn't sitting around at home when the boys went out hunting and she didn't want to go. Dean and Sam had just left two nights ago to handle a case they figured would be quick one state over. Mavi did the usual think of staying home and working at the bar. She had just walked into the house and flicked on the lights. She drops her keys on the table by the front door before latching the lock and dead bolting the door. The house was so quiet without the boys home and it felt empty without them as well. She sighs as she makes her way into the kitchen to dig through the fridge, she was starving after not eating all day. She groans and shuts the fridge not finding anything that sound good to her, so settle for some ice cream from the freezer. She giggles to herself as she grabs a spoon from the drawer and kicks off her shoes, if Dean was here, she would probably get a good swat on the ass for not eating until now and then making ice cream as her meal. Flopping over on the sofa and tucking her legs under herself, she flips on the TV and removes the cellphone from her pocket. Unlocking the cellphone so sees a text message from Dean. He let her know he misses and loves her and to stay safe and he would be home very soon. Nothing would even hinder the smile that comes to her face when he tells her how much he loves her and misses her. He really was great. She sighs softly before eating a spoonful of ice cream. Even though its been almost two months, Dean and her worked everything out, they really were soul mates but she was still weary of having sex. Sure they made out *a lot* and had been close to sealing the deal a few times, but her fear had always stopped her. She was hoping soon he could destroy that fear and she could give herself to him fully, sexually. She understood how it must be frustrating to make out, practically dry hump and then get stuck with the boner and she was totally okay with him going to take the cool shower to help get his hormones back into check. While he was taking a shower, she would please herself just to get herself back in check as well. She jumps when her cellphone starts ringing and scaring the bejesus out of her. A glance at the screen lets her know its Dean and she answers as soon as she sees his name.

"Hey baby!", she says happily.

"Hey babe. Just went to let you know Sammy and I will be home in a few hours. I've missed you so much and I can't wait to hold you in my arms again."

Dean smiles when he hears a small giggle on the other end of the line.

"You've only been gone a few nights baby but I will be glad when you are home and I have missed you so much too. I will see you in a few hours then, ya?"

"Yes babe. I love you. See you soon."

"I love you too."

They hang up. Her heart skips a beat and the butterflies comes to the pit of her stomach thinking about him being back for her to touch, cuddle, kiss, and maybe even tease. She decides she wants to suprise him. She wants to push her fear down deep and bury it. She removes herself from the couch and puts the ice cream back in the freezer and pours herself a small glass of wine to calm her nerves as her head starts churning ideas to suprise him. Sammy would be with him but Sammy was pretty good at giving them their space even if he lived in the same house. Once one of the multiple ideas that bounced in her head fully stands out to her, she finishes the glass of wine and goes back to the living room. Picking up her phone she heads to take a hot shower and do some upkeep, as she is walking into the bathroom of the master bedroom that has become hers and Deans, she text Sammy to let him know she was suprising something romantic for Dean and there was left overs in the fridge for him to warm up if he was hungry. It was unlikely they would be as she was sure they stopped and ate, maybe had a few beers, before even heading back home. Letting her hair down from the ponytail it is in for work, she sets the phone down on the bathroom counter before turning the knob of the shower on to warm up the water. She slides the glass door of the shower shut and strips out of the jean shorts shorts and dark green polo shirt that is her work uniform and the black socks she had kept on when she removed her sneakers shortly after she had walked in the door. Playing with her hair a little she stands in front of the mirror and looks at her reflection. Nothing has changed since her parents were killed almost a year ago, not about her anyway, physically but she stared at her reflection just the same. Once the bathroom starts to steam up she remembers the shower is going and she steps into the shower and directly into the stream of hot water as it beats down on her body, washing the sweat and dirt from shift at the bar. She scrubs her body clean before shaving her legs and trimming up the hair around her sex. When she has made sure every inch of her is free of sweat and grim and her legs are smooth she turns the shower off and steps up wrapping a towel around herself and one around her hair. The third drawer in the dresser held the lingerie she had bought on a random trip to the mall a few hours away one day when she was bored and that was where she went, to that third drawer and she pulled ou the babydoll cami with the matching thong and set it down on the bed. It was a dark purple with black trim and it was see through. She dries herself up, applied Deans favorite lotion before putting the cami on and then the thongs. She rarely wears thongs, she doesn't like how they feel... but it was going to be worth it in the end, at least tonight. Her wet hair hitting her back send a shiver down her spine as its still damp and cold when it touches her flesh after she removes the towel. Pulling her hair around her shoulder, she begins to braid it so it will be out of the way. The rumors she had heard from the few female hunters Dean had slept with was that he loved sex and he loved it rough, well giving it rough that was, he had promised her he would be gentle when she allowed them to have sex but just as an added suprise she had picked up a pair of fuzzy hand cuffs and a small leather paddle which she laid out on the bed. She hated to admit that sometimes, depending on the intensity of the spankings he would give her, they had started to turn her on as she hit adult hood. If you asked her, she would never admit it but she decided she was going to let Dean in on the dirty little secret. Dean will be home any minute, her heart beat picks up when she gets a look of herself in the mirror. Sitting on the bed she takes a few deep cleansing breathes before she changes her mind.

"Oh crap. I forgot to light some candles.", she says outloud to herself and she gets back up, avoiding to look at herself in the mirror as she gets the pillar candles she uses in the bathroom for her relaxing baths. She places them in a few areas near the bed and lights them, then she dims the over head light of the room before taking her place back on the bed. As if on cue and being done just in time, she hears the front door open. Bags being dropped on the floor. Foot steps on the stairs and foot steps going to the kitchen. The fridge open and then close. Its so quiet she swears she hears the cap come off a beer bottle before she hears Deans boots clicking on the hard wood floor of the living room making his way to the bedroom they share. She takes a deep breath and exhales, her mind wondering if he doesn't like this suprise. Too late to turn back now, she can hear the door knob turn and it sounds deafening to hers. She blames it on her nerves. Dean opens the door, walks into the room and shuts it behind him as his eyes find hers. His emerald eyes lock onto her blue grey ones as the corners of his mouth life into a playful smile.

"What is this baby?", he asks as he walks towards the bed.

"I wanted to suprise you, I've missed you."

"Come here.", he says as he sets his beer down on the desk. She gets up and walks to him, she keeps her hands playing with the material of the cami that hangs at her sides to hide her shaking hands. Dean looks her up and down before he breaks into the biggest grin she believe she has seen on his face.

"You are seriously gorgeous and sexy. How did I get so lucky.", he says as he pulls her to him, smooshing her into his chest. Immediately she relaxes and most of the nerves leave her. His hand slides down her body and grabs her butt. She looks up into his eyes and he squeezes the cheeks of her rear end and leans down to kiss her softly on the lips. She wraps her arms around his neck as she kisses him back and she presses her body into his more. He chuckles against her lips before he pulls away. His eyes look around the room and he sees the hand cuffs and the small leather paddle sitting on his side of the bed, with a cocked eyebrow he looks back down at her.

"Baby.. whats that on my side of the bed?"

A quick glance over, "Oh. Part of your surprise."

"You hate it when I spank you though."

A little pink forms in her cheeks.

"Or so I thought from how you act like the world is ending when I punish you."

"Dean.. I..."

He places his finger to his lips.

"Do you get turned on when I spank you?"

A nod of the head.

"Only when I use my hand or I do it half-heartedly, right?"

Again she nods and she looks down at the floor as the pink turns to a red.

"Don't be shy about it baby. Do you want me to spank you now?"

"I.. think so."

"Why should I spank you baby? Did you do something *naughty*?"

She groans at his tone sounding like Austin Powers.

He gives her a smack on the ass, not hard, just enough to get her full attention.

She squeaks.

"A groan is not an answer."

"My food today consisted of one spoon ful of ice cream right before you called to say you were coming home."

He pulls away and crosses his arms giving her that look that lets her know she is in trouble before he removes his boots. He walks over to the bed and picks up the paddle and handcuffs. He sets the handcuffs on the end table.

"Over my lap. Now."

She gulps but she goes to him and places herself across his lap. The cami rests just above her ass when she is over his lap, giving him perfect access to her cheeks with the thong. He slowly rubs his hand and then the paddle over her behind. She shivers with anticipation and a little fear.

"Don't flail.", he whispers into her ear before he bring the leather paddle down on her ass, not very hard but enough to cause a small whimper to escape her lips. He paddles her over and over until her ass is a nice side of red. He doesn't hit her really hard, but enough to cause a mild stinging and warmth. He slowly runs his hands over his handy work.

"Are you wet baby?"

A nod.

"May I touch you to check?"

She whimpers. "Please be gentle.."

"I will baby. I promise.", and he runs a finger down the top of her ass crack to the portion of fabric that is covering her sex. His finger brushes the fabric and he can feel the heat and the dampness on the fabric, he hooks his finger under the fabric and pulls it to the side before slipping running a finger up and down the slit. A soft chuckle from him.

"You are so wet baby.."

She can feel his hard on gently poking her stomach.

"Dean.."

"Yes baby?"

"Can I get up now?"

He removes his hands from her and she stands up. Once she is standing she pushes him down on the bed and crawls onto his lap after removing the thong, she straddles him and the wetness from her sex drenches his pants making him even harder. She leans down and kisses him deeply, biting his lower lip.

"I think... I think I want to try."

He blinks.

"Are you sure sweetie? I don't want you to if you aren't ready."

"I love you for waiting Dean and I think I am ready, we can at least try."
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