Breaking The Curse [M], Tag: Dean

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

There was one piece of science fact that Dean had learnt at an early age; two magnets of similar polarity would always repel each other, no matter how much you forced them together. It was a law of the universe, a constant that could be relied upon no matter what, much like Dean’s relationship with Sully. They were two magnets who were so alike, that he’d thought it impossible for them to be together. Of course, thinking back to that insightful science class at some school he couldn‘t remember the name of now, he’d forgotten that if just one of those repelling forces changed direction, that it would instantly pull the two magnets towards each other and they’d be connected in such a way that it became very difficult to prise them apart.

Perhaps it was the curse that had changed them, or the desperation that had lead Dean to accepting his doomed fate. Maybe it was simply the slap she had given him, but whatever it was, Dean was so inexplicably relieved when Sully flew into his arms, he couldn’t care less what the reason was. All he could think was that she was solid and real, human and hungry for him in a way a woman hadn’t been for a very long time.

And Sully didn’t disappoint in her affection, she was as veracious and fiery in her kissing as she was when she fought, barely giving Dean a chance to breathe as she hungrily devoured his kisses. Instinctively Dean gripped her body tight and pulled her closer, his hands smoothing over her back, sliding down to firmly squeeze her bare ass as if it were a ripe and ready peach. Her warm breasts pressed against his body, nipples already hard from arousal, the sensation causing a reaction in Dean too that was hard to miss. Denial of this kind of skin on skin contact for so long only served to heighten his need now, his lips fervently kissing their way from Sully’s mouth down to her jaw line, lingering on the pulse point at her neck while he manoeuvred her around so she was leant against the trunk of the Impala.

He needed her so badly it almost hurt, an animalistic urge that had nothing whatsoever to do with the curse he’d been placed under. This moment, this raw, erotic moment was all them and them alone. Years of pent up sexual frustration between the two of them pouring out in a frenzy of lip locking and exploratory hands, fingers touching places that they’d only dreamt of until now.

[LANE 'SULLY' SULLIVAN]

{	You think you know me? Got me figured out. Your casting shadows, casting doubt. You think you know me? You think I care? You should spend sometime with the person in the mirror.

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The hot metal of the Impala pressed into Sully's back. It was nothing compared to the heat between her and Dean. She pulled him closer, using the leverage of the trunk to push up and wrap her legs around his hips. If anyone would have asked her two years ago if Sully would sleep with Dean Winchester, she would have laughed in their face. Now, though, now she wanted his touch, wanted to feel him filling her up to the brim. At the end of the day, it was Dean who had her back more than anyone else, and right now, she wanted him to have her in other ways. Her legs locked around him, pulling her closer, her hands caressing the contour of his body. It wasn't the first time she had seen him naked, but it was the first time she appreciated the muscular, Greek sculpture like frame. Her nails raked over his shoulders, down his arms, before she slipped one of her hands between them and gripped his thick, hard manhood. She moaned at the feel of him in her hand, stroking feverishly. Sully nipped at his lips, kissed along his jaw, and rocked her body against his. There was a brief moment she caught his eyes, and all her defenses were gone. It was in that moment she realized how much she truly trusted him, and how much she needed him in this moment. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she kissed him deeply, her other hand still stroking. "I want you in me." She whispered it huskily against his lips. Her body writhed between Dean and the Impala, moisture growing between her legs, her entire body igniting from his touch. Somewhere int he back of her mind she wondered why they waited so long for this. They had so many opportunities before and never fell into bed together. Then, she realized, that if they had done this before, that it probably wouldn't be the intense, erotic, passionate moment it was. Sully lined him up with her slick entrance, teasing both of them, moving his hard manhood over herself over and over again. She caught his eyes again, her own filled with lust and need, and the desire to feel good, and not hollow. "I need you, Dean." notes here

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

His hands on her hips, Dean helped Sully to perch her ass on the trunk of the Impala, a low groan of sensation slipping out when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close, trapping his eager erection between them. Of all the scenarios that he’d pictured in his head, fucking Sully on the Impala as they both stood naked at the side of the road was the last thing he’d ever imagined yet in many ways, this was much, much hotter than any fantasy he’d construction in his mind.

She looked so sexy spreading herself wide for him, bare white skin against the flawless black metal so seductive to him, it crossed his mind that he might be dreaming. When Sully took his throbbing member in hand and stroked him though, he knew it was real, almost coming undone when she wetted his tip with the entrance to her silken pussy.

“I want you in me.”

It was what Dean had been waiting to hear, words that made his heart seem to stop. In the midst of their passionate embrace he caught her eye, the truth of his love and desire for her shining as bright in them as her trust and devotion to him was mirrored in her own. There was nothing on earth that could stop him from granting her request now.

”I need you, Dean.”

Before she could finish saying his name, he’d pressed his hips forward and slid himself deeply inside her in one decisive stroke. A husky groan came with it as the tightness of her enveloped him and he buried his head against her shoulder, hands pressed firmly to her back as he grazed his teeth over her collar bone. There was no denying he was well endowed, ploughing straight in as he had stealing her breath for a second, making him smile when he pulled his head back to see the expression on her face.

With any other woman, he might have allowed her some time to adjust to being filled so completely, but this was Sully. She preferred things the hard way so he didn’t give her much chance to relax as he pulled himself back out again leaving just the tip of his cock within her to tease her back.

“You can have all of me.” He confessed between kisses, his fingers tangled in her hair, lips making sure that no inch of her skin remained left out.

"I'm yours." With that he spit her in two again, thrusting balls deep, hardening even more with every delicious sound that he made her make.

[LANE 'SULLY' SULLIVAN]

{	You think you know me? Got me figured out. Your casting shadows, casting doubt. You think you know me? You think I care? You should spend sometime with the person in the mirror.

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Sully had never wanted to be another notch on Dean's belt. Maybe if they had gotten along when they first met, things would have been different. Back then Sully had no problem with one night stands and never seeing the person again. Things had changed though, the road they followed had twisted and turned, changing their relationship, making Dean someone that Sully could trust. In their own way they had become friends - something Sully was in very short supply of. Sully also knew Dean had been just like her. One night stands and move on. Since the torture, Sully hadn't been with anyone. The thought of strangers touching her, it just didn't sit well with her anymore. Dean though, well he was the same person she had met, just not as annoying - most of the time. This was the last time they were going to be together though. In the end one of them was going to kill themselves, and Sully would be damned if she'd let it be Dean. Before she died though, she wanted this. Dean plunged into her, thick and hard, spreading her. Though she was wet, she was hardly ready for the hard thrust. He spread her wide, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her, driving any coherent thought from Sully's mind. Her head flew back and she gave a husky cry, her hips moving to meet him. Any reservations Sully may have had were gone, and there was just this, just Dean and her joined in a passionate way. When he pulled back teasing her, Sully whimpered, but before she could protest he drove himself into her again, drawing another cry from her lips. He fit into her perfectly, her body molding around his throbbing cock. She tightened her slender, muscular legs around his hips, holding him deep inside her, writhing her hips. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down so he was pressing her to the hot, metal trunk of the Impala. She held him there for a moment, her hands roaming over his back, kissing him hungrily reveling at the feeling inside of him inside of her. The pleasure was already intense, but she wanted more of him, and she didn't want him to hold back. Gentle was not something she needed, nor wanted right now. Sully wanted to get lost in this, lost in the feel of him, lost in the ecstasy of it all. She nipped and kissed along his jaw, her body already sheening with sweat beneath him. Her lips found his earlobe, nibbling, drawing in the taste of his body. She let out a soft, warm breath against his skin and whispered, "Harder." notes here

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Harder.

As if Dean had any other choice but to slam into her like a piston right now, her body seemingly luring him in like some kind of lusty tractor beam and try as he might, he couldn‘t pull free even if he wanted to. The way she made him feel, that growing need for release that was pooling in his stomach and balls, he didn’t ever want this to end. This was his last chance to not only be with her, but be with anyone and every little moan and gasp Sully made was etched into his mind, the last final, perfect porno he would ever witness with the most seductively alluring woman he’d ever known staring. As last requests went, this was up there at the top of the list. Right now, he could die happy.

“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn tight…so fucking wet….” Dean growled needily, his hands having found her breasts now that she was laid back on the trunk for him, palms sensually brushing the perky nipples before roughly cupping and massaging her boobs to the point of causing pain, just because he knew she loved it that way. While he teased and tortured one with his hand, he’d lean down to lick and suck on the other, his devil tongue flicking the sensitive nub of her nipple before capturing it between his teeth and lightly pulling, eliciting more delicious groans of pleasure from her that sent chills down his spine, all the way to his dick.

“Gonna make you scream my name baby.” He grunted breathlessly, hips bucking against her over and over so hard he had to grasp her thigh with his free hand to keep her in place. Her skin was so hot to the touch, the pair of them practically sizzling with sweat under the heat of the bayou, at the back of his mind he wondered if they might spontaneously combust with their passionate love making.

[LANE 'SULLY' SULLIVAN]

{	You think you know me? Got me figured out. Your casting shadows, casting doubt. You think you know me? You think I care? You should spend sometime with the person in the mirror.

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Each thrust drew a moan from Sully's lips, her hips arching to meet him, angling herself so that he went deep, hitting her core. His hands were hot against her skin, his tongue seemingly knowing exactly what to do to please her even though they'd never been together before. She ran her fingers over his back, watching him as he caressed her breasts. Then without warning she pulled herself up with an impish, husky grin. Sully slid herself from him, and almost whimpered. She wanted him back inside her, so without saying anything, she stood up and turned them around pushing Dean on the trunk, non too gently. Then she climbed on top of him, her hand wrapping around him, stroking as she guided him to her slick hot entrance. Moving her hand away she slammed down on top of him, watching his face, feeling him stretch her, Sully's body molding to fit around him. It drew a cry from her lips as the pleasure began to mount. Her thighs burned as she rode, him slamming down onto him, watching every bit of pleasure flick across his face. Her hands slid over his chest, caressing the hard, smooth muscle, and she leaned forward, kissing along his neck, nibbling on his ear. "So fucking hard," She moaned it huskily in his ear. Her hair cascaded around him, and she got lost in his eyes for a moment before finding his lips with her own, kissing him almost bruising as her hips slammed against his. Wet sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the air, Her pussy tightened around him, she was so close, her moans intensifying as the pleasure did. notes here

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

It didn’t take too long for Dean to find his natural rhythm, their hips meeting in time like a perfectly choreographed display of sexual prowess, two lovers so in tune with one another they made it look effortless. So it was of no surprise that Dean was a little thrown off when Sully decided to take charge having come so close to climaxing, a groan of disappointment escaping his lips when she abruptly pulled away from his thrusting cock. For a moment he’d thought she might have come to her senses and realised they shouldn’t be doing this, but the mischievous, sultry look on her face told him otherwise. This was merely a pause in the game, a change of tactics, a show of dominance as she roughly manhandled him around more forcefully than any other woman he’d slept with had dared to. It was so unexpected, the thrill sent a surge of excitement to his eager, wet cock as it bounced against his stomach with the impact of his back on the trunk of the car.

Like a hungry, prowling tigress, Sully climbed up over him, eyeing him like a piece of tasty meat to be devoured, something Dean was more than willing for her to indulge in. He’d pushed himself further back so his feet could rest on the fender giving him a little leverage, not that Sully allowed him to have much when she straddled him like she did. Her hand found his dick, stroking it firmly causing Dean to arch his head back in pure pleasure. How had they not done this before now? She was every bit a match for his unquenchable libido, just to think about how much angry sex they’d missed out on was a tragedy in itself.

“Sully…” He gasped out, unable to stop himself when she guided him back inside her, his hands smoothing up her thighs to hold onto her ass, willing her down as far as she could go, fingertips kneading the soft, peachy flesh. He couldn’t ever remember wanting a woman so much and, more unusually, wanting a woman to be so dominant of him the way Sully allowed herself to be. He’d never really got much from the ones who just laid back and expected him to do everything. It was no wonder they became the one night stands, he’d been forever looking for someone who was more adventurous and daring. Someone who could excite him again in the same ways Cassie or Lisa had. Given that Sully was riding him like a cowgirl on the back of his beloved car in broad daylight, he was pretty sure that she was the one to fit that bill.

When they kissed it was electric, when their skin touched, passionate fire burned within and when Sully’s pussy began to clench around Dean’s cock, it was pure bliss. He was so close to cumming and he sensed that Sully was too but he wanted her orgasm to be the thing that pushed him over the edge, wanted to feel the tightness of her envelope and pull the release from him. Using the pad of his thumb, he roughly stroked her clit, knowing that in her current state of arousal she’d be powerless to fight against what it would do to her and as she came over him, he watched her beautiful face until he could no longer hold back himself.

[LANE 'SULLY' SULLIVAN]

{	You think you know me? Got me figured out. Your casting shadows, casting doubt. You think you know me? You think I care? You should spend sometime with the person in the mirror.

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The climax hit hard, not only giving Sully a pleasure of release between her legs, but through out her whole body. This was something they should have given into so long ago. As she came, all the tension, the stress, the worry, all of it flooded out of her instead replaced only by a feeling of pure ecstasy. She screamed out his name, voice lustfilled and sultry, "DEAN!" Her body quivered and shook over him, pussy tightening around him. The orgasm was so intense Sully raked her fingers down his chest, eyes rolling into the back of her head. God it was unlike any other lay she had. Sure, Sully was prone to one night stands, but not since the torture. Even then, it hadn't quite felt like this. This was more than physical pleasure. As he filled her, thrusting deep inside of her, spilling his hot seed between her legs, it was more than just the physical pleasure Sully was accustomed to. It was like Dean was filling some deep emptiness inside of her that Sully had always known was there, but never let bother her. The physical had always been enough, but now that it was Dean, it was more than that. It was exhilarating, electrifying, and warming her to the very center. For the first time in Sully's life she wasn't forced, being paid for it, or doing it just for a cheep thrill. This was something more, and to be honest she had no idea what. All she knew was it felt damn good. When she was spent she collapsed forward against him, covered in sweat, breathing heavy. Her breasts were pressed against chest, face resting against his shoulder. She let out a husky chuckle, her pussy tightening around him when she did. "So that's what all the fuss has been about." notes here

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Dean’s laugh was a deep rumble in his throat, breathless and amused before it trailed off with exhaustion. His release into her seemed to have drained him of what little energy he’d had left leaving him boneless and worn out in the most pleasurable of ways, practically purring now and then when the ebbing spasms of Sully’s hot pussy sporadically gripped his softening cock.

“Always knew you wanted to ride me like you did that mechanical bull.” He grinned lazily, remembering their first hunt together where a trip to a redneck cowboy bar had resulted in a borderline pornographic display from Sully in the saddle of the fake beast. In hindsight, that had been when Dean’s attraction to her started, ending about half an hour later when she broke his nose, setting the bench mark for their relationship from there on out.

Relaxing back against the rear window of the Impala, Sully draped over him like a human blanket, Dean felt content in a way he hadn’t been in a very long time, even before the curse had struck them. Arms still wrapped comfortably around her back, fingers idly stroking over the smooth skin there, he was reluctant to let her go. He liked filling her, loved how she felt pressed against him, yet their moment was drawing to a close.

High above in the eclipsed sky, he could see the moon beginning to pull away from the sun, taking with it the eerie fake dusk light that had been cast over them while they’d made love. Only now had it dawned on him that the phenomenon had given them the opportunity to both be human together, as if the universe was somehow aware that this was the last chance they had. If the eclipse had temporarily broken the spell, then soon Sully would return to her feathered form and it would be time for Dean to face his fate at the barrel end of his gun. Strangely though, he couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to move, an overwhelming need to sleep pulling at his consciousness.

“Sully…” He whispered, too at ease to realise that this wasn’t just a post orgasmic snooze. With eyes half lidded he caught her gaze, one lethargic hand reaching up to cup her cheek as he pressed his soft lips to hers. He wanted to say something important before they said goodbye. Something that he hoped would tell her how he really felt, three little words that meant more to both of them than ‘I love you‘.

“I got you.”

It was the last thing he remembered, the look in her eyes, the trust and care for him in them that made it okay for his body to let go and pass out.

Unconscious and unaware of what was happening, Dean didn’t see the hoodoo magic that had been forced upon them both suddenly become released as the very last edge of the moon’s silhouette moved away from the sun and brilliant white light exploded around their intertwined bodies like a silent firework. Somehow, the timing of their tryst and the consequent connection they had made during the cosmic alignment between sun and moon had shattered the curse. The faux night in the day time fracturing the hold the spell had over them, forged stronger by their union as the sun returned. In short, and Dean would always remember this, having sex had broken the curse.

If only all curses could be broken that way….