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This shouldn’t embarrass you. Really it isn’t a big deal but still you couldn’t stop the red creeping into your cheeks. You had known the boys for years now; hell you even lived with them. That didn’t make this any easier. You were a private person and you usually prefered books to people. Usually the Winchesters let you do all the research and just let you consult on cases over the phone. You didn’t go with them often; not that you couldn’t handle yourself. It was just the dealing with other people part of the job that made you shy away from being an active hunter. However, they were hunting a particularly elusive warlock that liked to throw parties at his mansion then suck the youth from the young women he meets there. Dean and Sam had finally gotten an invite but neither of them would be able to get near the warlock if his pattern persisted. That had led you here. The dressing room of some family owned store, trying on bikinis. You stared at the cute black number you had on and ground your teeth. The boys wanted you to come out and have them judge whether or not they thought it suitable for the case. Apparently there was a pool at the mansion and they figured the best way to catch the guy’s attention was to dress in as little as possible.
“This isn’t the one.” You called out, self-consciously running a hand over your stomach. Your anti-possession tattoo was peaking out of the low riding waistband of the bikini bottoms. When you first got it, it seemed like a good idea to put it somewhere it wouldn’t easily be spotted, so you wouldn’t have to worry about exposing it on a case. Now you just wished you had gone with the ankle tattoo.
“That’s what you said about the others nerd! Just show us!” Dean called out. He was sitting in one of the chairs outside of the dressing room, his boredom reflected in the way he slumped down in his chair, legs spread wide. You had been in there a good thirty minutes and hadn’t come out in a single bathing suit. He was still incredibly skeptical about the plan. He knew you were a good hunter but you were such a shy little thing he couldn’t picture you as a master seductress, pulling guys attention this way and that, having them all ogle you like a piece of meat- He clenched his fists. Actually he didn’t want to picture you flirting your way into a warlock’s bed...not in a jealous way of course...it was totally in a ‘protective big brother way’...totally...
“No guys you don’t get it.” You poked your head out. “It doesn’t cover my tattoo.”
“Well yea. We’ll just go over that with some cover up. No big deal.” Sam shrugged.
“No it’ll rub off.”
Sam and Dean shared a look.
“Rub off? Y/n where is your tattoo?”
You sighed and finally stepped out, pointing to your tattoo.
“See? It shows. And the bathing suit will rub off the cover up. Pick a different one.” You looked up, expecting them to protest but they were too busy staring. Dean had turned an adorable shade of pink and Sam’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. His eyes glazed over and he visibly swallowed. Suddenly you became overwhelmingly self conscious once more and wrapped your arms around you stomach. “What?”
Dean didn’t say a word, just got up and grabbed a bikini with boyshorts bottoms and tossed it to you.
“Why’d you get the tattoo there Y/n?” Sam asked, still looking dazed. You shrugged.
“I didn’t want it to stand out and I figured ya know…” You just shrugged again before going back behind the curtain. The new bikini was perfect and you put your regular clothes on a quickly as possible, just wanting to get to the hotel for a nap before the big night. You were so tired you didn’t notice the absolute silence of the car the whole way back. You also didn’t notice Sam staring at you in the rearview mirror.
He couldn’t stop thinking about that tattoo. All he wanted to do was run his tongue over it while you writhed under him.The tattoo was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. He had been crushing on you for quite some time and he could tell Dean was too, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, but you hadn’t even hinted at any sort of attraction towards either of them. Then again you didn’t bring any guys home to the bunker. Girls either. Once before he had casually asked if you were asexual and you had turned bright red before muttering no into your book. You had looked so cute...so flustered and pink...it made him want to shower you with kisses then fuck you into his mattress. Now that he had seen that sexy little tattoo of yours he knew was going to have even more trouble keeping himself in check. Already he could tell that it would pop into his head whenever the two of you talked, constantly making him wonder ‘Does she have more surprises?’.
When the three of you finally got to the hotel Sam practically popped a semi when you rested your head against his arm while Dean fumbled with the room key. Dean was having troubles of his own. He was so tense he was sure, if he bent over, he’d break in half.
You didn’t even notice the two brother’s staring after you. As you crawled under the sheets a mocking voice in your head just kept circling, laughing all the while.
“Silly virgin tonight they’re gonna know! What are you doing, thinking you can seduce a millionaire? You’re gonna fall all over yourself! You don’t know what you’re doing! Don’t know what you’re doing, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know!”
You pulled a pillow over your head and shut your eyes, falling into a fitful sleep.
When you arrived at the party you couldn’t help fidgeting. You tried your best to appear confident but you were nervous beyond belief. All three of you moved through the house, barely sparing the other guests a glance. When you stepped out of the back door the sounds of splashing and drunken screaming made you blanche. Dean nudged you.
“That’s him. At the bar.”
You glanced around as if taking in the sights and spotted a well dressed man holding a martini and laughing with a couple bikini clad brunettes.
“Got it.”
You made your way to the lounge chairs while the boys walked in the opposite direction. You immediately kicked off your high heels then pulled your shirt over your head. The hair on the back of your neck stood up and you suppressed the instinct to search for the eyes watching you. You thought of every woman in every romance novel you had ever read. What would they do next?
You tried to look bored as you unbutton your pants then pulled them off slowly, bending down as you go. On the other side of the pool Dean was clutching his beer so hard his knuckles were white.
“Ignore it man.” Sam said under his breath. “You’re gonna scare him off.”
Dean glared at his brother.
“I’m not doing anything.” Sam just snorted.
“Just pretend she’s doing it for you. I mean in a way she is.” Sam let his gaze linger on your ass for a moment, pointedly avoiding looking at their target who was now looking at you with curiosity. “The key is to forget that guy is even here.”
“Whatever.” Dean muttered he tried to look away from you to seem uninterested.
“Oh my god.” Sam’s voice was thick and Dean’s eyes snapped back instantly and found he could tear himself away. You were making your way over to the bar and you had pulled up your bikini bottoms so your ass was hanging out. Dean nearly drooled as he watched the way it bounced as you walked then you leaned against the bar, sticking it out. He swallowed a moan then noticed the warlock detaching himself from his previous company, his eyes fixed on you. Dean looked away, chugging the rest of his beer.
“Apple martini.” You smiled shakily at the bartender. You could feel someone stand next to you but all your courage failed you and you found yourself avoiding looking at them. A deep chuckle nearly made you jump.
“You seem surprisingly shy for someone who came here with two of her boyfriends.” You looked up in surprised and found yourself face to face with your prey. He was handsome, smiling down at you with complete confidence. “Oh no need to deny it. The way they look at you makes it apparent they aren’t platonic friends.”
You followed his gaze across the pool and saw that both boys were staring at you with hunger written all over their faces. Dean’s jaw clenched and unclenched when he met your eyes and Sam looked red and overheated.
“Those two are massive. How intimidating. How does a little thing like you handle two giants?” The warlock raised his brow and sipped his drink. You took a moment to compose yourself, also sipping from your drink, calling on the wisdom of your fictional seductresses.
“You ask that like someone who would like to know first hand.” You didn’t bother smiling because you knew it would wobble. The warlock smirked.
“Well I am going on a trip and I was thinking I needed something a little...extra...tonight.” This time you managed a smile as he chuckle. His gaze was dark with lust as he ran a finger up your arm. “Do you think your lovers would find that agreeable?”
“Why don’t we ask them?” You smiled and grabbed his hand. You suppressed a shiver at finding it cold and began gently dragging him toward the boys. As you got closer you could tell they were preparing for a fight so you subtly shook your head and smiled stiffly. When you reached them Dean was having a hard time hiding his suspicion and Sam was staring at your entwined hands like he could force them apart with his mind. Dean plucked a champagne glass from a passing tray and took a drink so he wouldn’t have to speak.
“Boys.” You tried to maintain your smile as the warlock pulled his hand from yours and placed it around your waist to pull you close. Sam’s jaw jumped. “This gentleman wanted to know if he could join us.”
Dean’s eyebrows pulled together and he shared a look with his brother.
“He’s going away for a time and wants something special on his last night here.” You raised your eyebrows, silently hoping they’d get the hint so you wouldn’t have to say it aloud. When they just continued to stare you clenched your jaw and detached yourself to close the distance between yourself and the two brothers. You grabbed the front of Dean’s shirt and pressed him against you while you fell back against Sam. You wrapped an arm around Dean’s neck and reach with your free hand to squeeze Sam’s thigh. He sucked in a breath and followed your lead, putting down his beer so he could squeeze your hips. Dean was staring at you with dark eyes, his face barely an inch from yours. It took everything in you not to close the distance but you could feel another set of eyes watching you and reality slammed into you again. You gave Dean a pointed look.
“Something. Special.” You stressed it as much as you could.
“Oh.” Dean said roughly. You watched his Adam’s apple bob and Sam hummed against your neck, his hands pressing you against him tightly. A deep sigh made the boys look up.
“The three of you together look absolutely...delicious.” The warlock ran a long finger along your jaw and groaned. “Should we take this to my rooms?”
“First things first. Your name?” Dean could barely look away from you. The warlock chuckled.
“Lochlan. And you?”
“Dean. Y/n. Sam.” Dean gasped when you pressed a little kiss to his jaw, telling yourself it was to sell the act but honestly it was just killing you to be so close without getting a little taste. The man nodded in acknowledgement then lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you from your safe spot between the boys. You didn’t realize you were frowning until Lochlan chuckled once more.
“Don’t worry. You will be back in your lovers’ arms in no time.”
You blushed and avoided looking at the boys while all of you made your way to an elevator. It took considerable effort not to roll your eyes. Sure the house was three stories but an elevator? Please.
Sam’s hand crept up to his jacket where he’d hidden an ash stake, thinking the elevator an incredibly convenient spot to gank this guy. But as soon as the last of you stepped on, three party girl crowded in with you, talking about some guy on the third floor that had weed. The three of you nearly groaned. This guy had to go. Lochlan pressed himself against your back and ran his hands up your sides while he breathed in your scent. You gave Sam a warning look when he tensed. Lochlan pressed a kiss just under your ear.
“I want to see you with that one. Kiss him.”
You looked at the drunk girls happily chattering in the opposite corner.
“Maybe we should wait until we get to your room.”
“Just ignore them.”
Lochlan gave you a light push into Sam’s arms. You tried to apologize with a look but he didn’t waste a moment, kissing you hard and practically having to bend down to do it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried a hand in his hair, allowing yourself to melt in the safety of his embrace. He broke the kiss to grab the back of your thighs and lift you up, wrapping your legs around him. Your surprised gasp was cut short when you his lips found yours once more. The whole world seemed to fade into nothing but Sam. You tried not to grind against him but you were heating up fast and the bikini was thin. Then a loud ding startled you and you pulled away, suddenly very conscious of the people around you. The girls left, shouting “Get it honey!” as they disappeared around a corner.
“Nng god that was hot. I thought he was going to start fucking you.” Lochlan moaned. You hopped off of Sam, unable to look him in the eye and followed Lochlan to his room. The hallways were far from empty and the boys began getting irritated. Then Lochlan pressed you against a door and said:
“Here.”
“Whoa there bud, mind if I have a go at my girl first? Ya know, get her warmed up?” Dean smiled casually but his mind was chanting Get off her, get off her, get off her.
“Oh trust me. I can warm her up.” Lochlan’s smile was secretive and fear gripped you but before you could act his lips were pressed against yours. He steadied you with a hand on your back, never breaking the kiss while he opened the door and pushed the two of you in. He nipped at your bottom lip and a tingling sensation burst through you, making you pull away gasping.
“What did you do?” You looked at him with horror but he just smiled and shrugged.
“Magic.” He said mockingly. “Don’t worry honey...just gettin you warmed u-”
There was a disgusting squishing sound and you looked down to see the stake poking out of his chest. Lochlan looked stunned as he fell to the ground. Then he smile up at an enraged Sam and Dean.
“Oh you’re gonna have a lot of fun with this.” He choked out before his eyes went blank. Sam rushed over to you, turning your head this way and that, looking for some sign of whatever spell Lochlan may have cast. Dean nudge the dead man with his boot.
“Shoulda let me have a go first pal.” He grunted before going over to you and giving you his jacket. You pulled the leather around you tightly and breathed him in, smiling your thanks. Sam began asking you a barrage of questions.
“Did you hear him say a spell? Did he chant anything? Did he put something in your mouth? How do you feel?”
“No, no, no, and a little tingly but otherwise fine. I’m sure it’ll fade Sammy.” You were shaking as all the excitement left your body. “Can we please just go home? I miss my books.”
“Sure thing kiddo.” Dean threw an arm around you and guided you around the dead body. “We’ll head out in the morning.”
“Yea we all need some sleep.” Sam smiled down at you. You sighed, a hint of a smile playing at your lips. You always felt so safe with your boys.
The tingling persisted all the way to the motel, never really dying. It wasn’t unpleasant and you found you could easily ignore it. Usually you and the boys shared a hotel room, two of you sleeping on the beds and one on the couch. You and Dean were often the ones stuck on the couch since Sam was much too tall to sleep there comfortably. Tonight Dean graciously gave you the bed. However, you were faced with another problem. The three of you had been in such a rush to leave, you had left your clothes at the mansion. That was the only T-shirt you brought. The rest were FBI button ups and not ideal to sleep in.
“Hey could I borrow a shirt? I left mine at the party.”
Dean practically dove at his bag, fishing out an AC/DC shirt and tossing it at you. When you headed toward the bathroom to change he smiled smugly while Sam glared.
The shirt was big on Dean, on you it was like a dress. It covered the shorts you normally sleep in and rested mid-thigh. When you came out Dean bit his lip to keep from rubbing it in Sam’s face. You were going to sleep in his shirt. Sam may have gotten to kiss you but now his shirt was going to smell like you...but he totally didn’t like you like that...no way. Sam caught his look and put on a fake smile.
“Enjoy the couch.” He overdramatically flopped on the bed and made a show of snuggling under the covers. You frowned when you saw Dean’s scowl.
“Hey uh...you could sleep with me if you want. I mean the bed is big enough for it not to be weird.” Dean stared at you with his jaw hanging low. You could feel yourself turning red. “You don’t have to...I just thought, if the couch is so bad...I didn’t think it’d be weird…”
“No! No it isn’t weird!” Dean shot up and raced over to the bed. You giggled at the content smile on his face when his head hit the pillow. Then you turned off the lights and crawled in beside him, trying not to get to close, lying stiffly on the edge of the bed. After a few minutes of this you heard Dean turn to face you.
“Y/n...I’m not gonna bite. You don’t have to balance there.”
You let out the breath you were holding and laughed.
“Sorry.”
You scooted over and relaxed, sighing happily. Dean chuckled softly.
“Were you holding your breath?”
“Shut up.” You couldn’t help smiling. When he laughed again you kicked him in the shin. He gasped and retaliated by trapping your leg under his own and holding it captive. You pressed against his chest, trying not to let your giggles wake Sam, who was now snoring softly. Dean yelped when you pressed his side so you attacked it, wiggling your fingers.
“So it’s like that?” Dean gasped, a smile in his voice. He capture both your hands and held them to his chest. “Now whatcha gonna do nerd?”
You tried to move your hands but it was no use.
“Give up.”
“Never.”
The two of you smiled at each other in the dark, you could just barely see it by the faint light of the moon seeping through the curtains. Suddenly you realized how close the two of you were. Your legs were tangled together and you were practically pressed to his chest, his breath causing your hair to tickle your face. The tingling that had been in the back of your mind intensified and you gasped. Dean immediately grew concerned, letting go of your hands to cup your face. That made it worse. The tingling was centered between your thighs and your skin felt hot. The feeling of Dean’s hands and his legs tangled with yours were giving you relief yet causing the feeling to grow all at once. You clutched his shirt. You needed to touch more of him.
“Y/n? Y/n what’s wrong?”
You pressed the length of your body against him, moaning quietly when it soothed the fire under your skin but not the heat between your thighs.
“Dean...the spell...it...unh...it did something.” You writhed against him, trying ease the ache. Dean swallowed hard and tried not to thrust against you.
“Are you in pain?”
“Not exactly I- I don’t know what…” You paused, trying to find the words to describe what exactly you were feeling. You turned vermillion.
Horny. Incredibly, undeniably horny.
“What?”
“...I think I know what the spell was.”