Hell's Fury (closed)

Jo's eyes widened when she saw a tear fall from his eye, pulling him closer to her, her soft hands running through his hair as she pulled him on top of her on the bed. She'd waited years for a moment like this, when they weren't just full of adrenaline before a hunt, where they could just relax in each other's arms.

He was the mentor who had taught her to hunt, who'd helped her stay strong when things got tough. Her small hands gripped his shirt tightly, grinding back into him slowly. He was barely doing anything to her and she alreadt felt like her body was on fire.

When he pulled away, she kept him close, not wanting to lose the warmth of his body. "You really are an idiot, Dean," she chuckled softly, looking up at him with a small smile. "You really think I'd die to save you if I didn't love you?" She asked, knowing it was a painful memory for both of them, but it was her ultimate proof.
 
The memory of her sacrifice made him frown in pain. Dean rolled away then got up, out of the bed. "I do... I mean, I want you too..." He looked to the bathroom then back to Jo. "I want to be cleaned up for you. I mean..." He had been fucking a demon girl who was going down on Jo just moments before, and yet now he felt he wanted to wash that away to be with Jo, just her and her alone.

"I'm sorry, but, until I can trust you..." He fished his hand cuffs out of his jeans and ratcheted one end around Jo's right wrist. Using the other side as a leash he said, "Come on. I know you wouldn't trust me alone with you in a room that had weapons and hunter gear."
 
Jo sighed as he rolled away from her, having been enjoying the closeness so much. She watched him, nodding as she looked him over, admiring the way his shirt showed off his muscular form. She smirked to herself, rememberijgball the times she'd caught Dean staring at her ass the same way.

She didn't argue as he pulled out handcuffs, allowing him to lock one hand in before following him towards the bathroom. "Why? Scared I'd end up winning and I'd embarrass you in front of your new friends when they come to save you?" She asked, a grin widening on her face, teasing him before blushing slightly, enjoying how it felt with him in control. "Trust me, I don't mind."
 
Dean just smiled and looked Jo over. "If you don't mind, then strip." He held on half of the hand cuffs and, without waiting, started to undo his flannel shirt. Next was the under t-shirt and then Dean paused, waiting and watching Jo to see if he should continue.

There was a glint of distrust in Dean's pale eyes and he watched Jo. "It's not you I'm worried about out. Hell, if I wanted to, I'd rid the bar of all the demons..." He stopped himself before saying more.
 
Jo hesitated, watching him undress as she breathed in deeply, watching closely as he pulled the t-shirt over his head. There was still the old tattoo for protection against demons on his chest, ironically. His chiseled figure was familiar, though it still managed to steal her breath away. The only other times she'd seen him like that had been when she'd patched him up after hunts.

Jo looked at him in confusion, wondering who else he was worried about, before remembering she was supposed to be undressing as well. Slowly, she unzipped the dress and let it fall to the ground before sliding off the black panties, using her hands to cover herself before pulling them away. For someone so cocky, she was still getting used to dealing with that shyness.
 
Dean grinned, watching Jo, and taking pleasure in her shyness. He just responded by taking off his pants and shoving down his boxers as the same time. Swaying his hips he couldn't help but re-live and old joke saying, "Pudding!" in hopes it would break the ice.

"Come on." He tugged on the one hand cuff and stepped into the shower. Latching one to the curtain rod he turned on the water and shouted, "Shit!" as it was too cold. He moved away, closer to Jo, and waited for it to warm up. In the mean time he looked the blonde woman over with hungry eyes and finally kissed her as if he assumed she was his lover.

"I want to wash your hair for you." He whispered into her ear, then went back to kissing while waiting for the water to warm up appropriately.
 
Jo burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. And then she looked down, her eyes widening at the size and breathing in sharply before her eyes met his. Shit. At her bar, she'd heard rumors, but you never could tell if it was an exaggeration. Before she could say anything, he tugged her into the bathroom.

He received no argument at he locked the handcuff above her head, trusting he would catch her if she slipped. Thank god Gabriel had the sense to make enough room for two people. She laughed at his reaction to the cold, wrapping an arm around him to keep him warm as he kissed her. She tried to keep her legs steady as they kissed, feeling his length pressed against her.

When he mentioned shampooing her hair, she nodded, turning around for him and relaxing as the water washed away the blood and Crowley's come from her body. She closed her eyes, relaxing as it warmed up
 
Dean pressed his chest to Jo's back, knowing she could feel his hot shaft against her hip. Ignoring his bodies desire to take her now and make her his own, Dean focused on the task at hand.

Taking the shampoo/conditioner that Gabriel had provided them, Dean took in the scent before pouring in into his hands. He was surprised and even tested the theory, but the bottle never seemed to run out. Putting it back he reached out and started to massage Jo's scalp. He made sure to make this more of a massage than a shampooing and put his chest to her back for security.

"Jo... can I be honest? You're the first woman to see me like this... this vulnerable." He was trying to offer how special she was without saying the words outright.
 
Jo bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper that left her parted lips, longing for him to just pin her against the wall and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. She wondered if he was having as much trouble as she was, though with his length pressed against her, it was an easy guess.

Soft moans filled his ears as she leaned back into him, relaxing under his skillful hands. All of the tension drifted away, allowing her to sink back into him. She doubted he would ever let most see this side of him, the gentle and caring lover that held her in his arms. She'd always seen it under the surface, and it was why she always believed he deserved better than the shit life had given him.

Jo bit her lip, nodding in response to his words, turning around to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "Dean, you don't ever have to hide what you're feeling with me," she smiled reassuringly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
 
Taking the massaging shower head from the wall, and finding a good gentle setting, Dean carefully rinsed Jo's hair. He then moved the water over her shoulder, then down her perky breasts and then along her firm belly. "Every woman I've ever loved gets hurt. Including you." He put the shower head back up and got out of the shower leaving her hand cuffed to the rod.

Coming back right away he put the key to the handcuffs in the lock and Jo's wrist and released her. There was moment's pause while he waited to see what she could do. Would she turn on him? Would she run from the room? Would she...

When it was clear she wasn't going to do anything against him Dean tossed the keys from the shower and kissed Jo hard and hungry. Pressing her against the wall, warm water still pouring down around them, he smashed his burning cock against her to sate it's hunger.

He kissed Jo as if making up for all the years and all the times he didn't. His hands roamed her body for the first time as he moved his kisses to her neck, then shoulder. He moved down kissing his way to her breasts and finally taking one of her nipples into his mouth, warming it with his tongue and tracing her areola gently.
 
Jo stepped away slightly so he could rinse her off, the water soothing her sore body as his gentle calloused hands moved over her. He could get so rough, but at this moment, it was like he was worried she might break with how careful he was. When he mentioned how she would get hurt, she pulled him close with her free arm, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault Dean. It was my choice to get in front of that hellhound," she whispered.

She watched him curiously as he freed her from the cuffs, not moving from her spot as she massaged her wrist, watching and waiting for him to make his next move. She stepped back slightly, realizing how vulnerable she was, completely exposed to him with nowhere to hide.

Without warning, he moved forward, each step filled with purpose as he pushed her up against the wall, his lips pressing hard against hers, causing her to let out a cry, feeling just how big he was against her stomach. She grabbed at his hair, kissing him back with the same intensity, parting her lips to accept him.

When he broke aww, his hands caressed her, rough callouses moving against smooth skin, exploring every part of her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself up so her legs wrapped around his waist. She held on tight, fingers digging in as he kissed lower, her eyes widening as they came to her breast. "Oh god, please!" She whimpered, closing her eyes.
 
That was all the permission Dean needed as he moved back up, locked eyes with Jo and then thrust his aching cock into her. He met her eyes, holding this moment in time. All of the missed chances, all of the teasing. The times he showed her respect, the times he thought they might cross the line. It was all in the past now.

Dean grabbed Jo's ass with one hand and moved her so he could start to slowly slide in and out of her. He watched her face and eyes, his own filled with desire. "You feel soo good." He started to move their bodies faster, his powerful arms helping move the small blonde as they fucked for the first time.

Dean slowed the tempo and leaned into to kiss her, filling her mouth and body at the same time. Pressing her to the wall he kept moving, slow but powerful. The hand on her ass squeezing as he thrust into her. "You feel soo good, Jo. You feel so incredible."

He found a pace and kept it, not so fast he could cum soon but not so slow that Jo would be spared an orgasm. As he shifted her on his shaft, Dean made sure he was pressing into with purpose. He wasn't going to be satisfied until she came on his cock.
 
Jo cried out in surprise as he thruster inside her, filling her completely as she stared up at him. He stayed there for a moment, leaving her shaking around him as her nails dug into his back. She thought of all the years that had led up to this moment: her gun pressed against his back and punching him in the nose when they first met, the angry flirting when she pretended he was her boyfriend for a job, their bodies pressed against each other inside the walls of a house on her first hunt, him saving her from the ghost of a serial killer, their first fight after the truth of her father's death was revealed, him saving her from Meg, and then her death where she'd saved his life.

Jo held onto him tightly as he grabbed her ass, slowly moving inside of her, making her shake with need as he fucked her, her walls gripping him tight as he moved out. "Fuck," she whimpered, biting down on his shoulder to suppress a scream. As he sped up, she couldn't contain her cries, breasts rubbing against his chest as he moved her on his cock.

As he changed speed once again, she whined, watching him helplessly as he returned to a teasing pace. There was desperation in her eyes, a need for him to make her his own. "F... fuck, I'm yours Dean. I'm all yours," she whispered, holding on tight. "Please, I... I need you, Dean. Please!"

She buried her face in his chest as he brought her closer and closer, her cried growing louder and her body jerking when he hit the right spot. In this position, her clit rubbed against him, causing her pleasure to build as she listened to his heart beating in his chest. "Fuck, I love you Dean."
 
Dean kept thrusting, his lips pressing to Jo's hair as she rode him. Her words almost lost in the static of the shower spray he shifted his stance, the muscles in his legs starting to burn with effort. With a free hand he grabbed Jo's hair and pulled slightly, forcing her to look at him.

Dean angled his hips, grinding against her clit even more. From her expression, uncontrollable, he knew exactly what he was doing. "Fuck, Jo... I've wanted you... Needed you." He kissed her hard and drove into her even harder. Moaning into her mouth he started to bring up the pace and intensity.

He stopped kissing her and pulled her chest to his, thrusting hard and deep. "Oh, fuck, Jo... I'm not wearing a condom... but I can't stop." Now he was picking up the pace moving faster as his own orgasm drew closer. "I love you... I love you..."

Now Dean was moving at a break neck pace, horse and rider nearing the finish line. His skin was on fire, he could feel every inch of her body gripping his cock. Another deep kiss and she could almost feel him reaching his peak. "So close, baby. I'm so close."
 
Jo cried out as he tugged her head back, staring up at him and gasping with every thrust, grasping at him for something to hold on to. She was bucking back against him, her back arched as he brought her closer to that edge. In that moment, she would do anything for him, anything he asked, as long as he didn't stop.

She let out a harsh cry as he grinned against her clit, his body giving her everything she needed. Her nails drew blood as they raked down his back. At this angle she could feel every shift of his body and how it hit every part of her. She could do nothing but take it as she watched and kissed him.

"It's okay. I love you too," she whispered, biting her lip as she tried to hold in a scream, only to fail as he hit just the right spot to send her over the edge. Her body weighed against him as he held her up in his strong arms, her body shaking as she whined happily into his ear
 
Her permission put him past his limit and Dean roared as he thrust hard and let his body explode into Jo. He shook against her as a torrent of cum filled Jo's pussy. His leg slipping, his knee hitting the base of the tub, but he didn't care. Dean continued to pull Jo to him, despite his strength leaving as he continued to quiver while still flooding her with his seed.

"Fu- Jo... Oh, Jo!" He tried to stay balls deep, kissing her and leaning into her as the slowly sank down in the tub. Only when Dean was now laying on Jo, the weight of his body keeping him deep inside of her, did he break the kiss and look into her eyes.

"I love you, Jo." He gave a thrust trying to keep his softening cock inside her, not ready or willing to be physically separated. He kissed her again and repeated the words like a mantra, "I love you."
 
Jo curled into him, trembling as she felt his come filling her, her head resting on his chest. She trembled in his arms as he slowly guided them both to the ground, still deep inside of her. She gasped beneath him, gazing up at him with half open eyes, his warm body enveloping hers. "Holy shit," she whispered, panting softly as she started to cool down.

She cried out softly as he thrusted again, her body jerking against him in response as her head fell back. The girl from before hadn't even made her feel this good. "I know," she whispered in response, smiling as she remembered what a closeted nerd he was, knowing he would understand what she meant.

"Fuck, that was... you're perfect, you know that?" She whispered, closing her eyes as she felt the water from his hair drip on her. "So what happens now?" She asked, keeping her arms around him, holding him to her
 
"Oh, God, Jo... I'm going to assume that was a Jedi reference and I'm Han Solo." He kissed her again then let his body start to go limp, still shifting his hips from time to time to make sure he stayed deep inside of Jo.

Dean could feel himself still on the edge of being hard enough to go again but not hard enough to do anything too intense so he waited. Kissing her again Dean answered with a smile, "I figure next we do it on the bed. After that the desk. Maybe on the bar then backseat of the Impala. We might have to eat food at some point I'm sure, but we'll figure something out."

He laughed a bit and nodded, with the jokes aside. "What really happens next depends on you, Jo. Do you really love me? Are you willing to do for me what Colette did for Cain? Will you by my anchor and the reason I swear to put the First Blade down for good?"
 
Jo grinned, nodding when he got it, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Maybe one of these days I'll put on a slave Leia costume for you," she chuckled, suppressing a moan as he shifted, moving inside of her a little bit. "And you would make a wonderful Han Solo. Even better looking than young Harrison Ford," she teased.

She laughed at his jokes, though a soft moan accompanied her laughter, picturing him fucking her all around, him bending her over the desk. "You're not worried about ruining your seats in the car?" She asked, looking up at him as she thought about it. "I've definitely fantasized about that," she whispered. She'd always loved 'baby'.

Jo nodded, looking him in the eye, running a gentle hand through his hair. "Of course I will Dean. I've loved you since that first hunt," she kissed his neck gently. "You saved my life, remember?"
 
"Maybe one of these days I'll put on a slave Leia costume for you,"
Dean pressed into her again, his cock finally starting to get a little stiffer, "Hmm... You really DO know me all to well." He rewarded her with a kiss.

"You're not worried about ruining your seats in the car?"
"That's why they invented beach towels. D'uh." He shifted again testing if his manhood could sustain another round with Jo. He wanted it so badly he willed his cock to get hard. In his mind he barked orders at it like a gym coach reminding him and his dick that this was Jo. This was what they had been working up to their entire life! Of all the women he'd been with, even when he was dying from a curse, he felt Jo should get what no other woman had. She needed 3 rounds. No less would do. It would be 3.

"Of course I will Dean. I've loved you since that first hunt," she kissed his neck gently. "You saved my life, remember?"
"Yeah, but at that time I was mostly afraid of your mom. If you died, she'd kill me or worse." He moved out and back into Jo confirming he was ready to go again. "What if she'd cut this off?" He pulled back to the tip and rocked his whole body forward to penetrate her. Each move and thrust was making him harder and his heart started to pick up with the excitement.

He wanted three, but right now he was working on round two. "Where would we be right now if she'd gotten a hold of me after I let something happen to you." He was moving with a steady tempo now, rocking back and forth making the water around them splash with each thrust. "But I knew you could do it. I knew you were strong. So strong. So tight. So good!" He pulled out and got on his knees. "Come on. I told you the bedroom was next."

Reaching back he turned off the water and leaned in to kiss Jo with a wicked grin. "Do you trust me? Because I want you to go out there and lay down on your belly and wait for me. Do nothing. Don't dry off. Don't get under the covers. Just lay there and wait for me."
 
Jo could feel him stiffening inside of her, closing her eyes as she grasped his shoulders, her moans quiet as she felt that need growing inside of her again. She wondered how much stamina he had, considering how hard he'd gone in the shower. But already he was getting ready for a second round.

She laughed in response at his comment about her mom, though it was bittersweet. Gabriel had only the strength to bring one of them back, and her mother wanted her to live. "She probably would have cut it off," she laughed before letting out a whine as he nearly left her, only to surge back in again. "Fuck!" She yelled, looking up at him as he filled her completely without warning.

She rocked with his thrusts, gasping as he fucked her, hovering over her smaller form. His praise brought a smile to her lips. "Probably be in heaven together. G... gotta admit though, I kinda like this side of you, as a demon," she whimpered, grabbing at his arms for something to hold on to. He was much more aggressive and controlling with her than he used to be. She might not enjoy the death and cruelty, but when it came to his kinky side, she loved it.

She groaned in disappointment as he slid out of her, reluctant as she wanted him to keep going. But she trusted him enough to follow his orders and move to the bed, lying down with her face on the mattress and hands beside her head. At the door, she heard a knock, but she stayed in place, knowing better than to disobey
 
Dean had just come out of the bathroom, hand on his shaft and stroking to keep himself hard. Hearing the knocking he growled displeasure as his eyes stayed glued to Jo's perfect body. He started with her clean bare feet, then her smooth creamy calves and the shapely thighs that lead up to her perfectly heart shaped ass.

Dean crawled onto the bed and leaned over to kiss the small of her flawless back and then started working his way up her spine. But the knock came again and Dean barked, "Son of a bitch. What?!" He leaned over, moving up the bed to kiss Jo's shoulders and then pull her hair over an ear. The door opened but Dean made no move to cover Jo, though his back was to whomever was entering.

"Sir. We have a slight situation with Meg." the redhaired Demon girl said.

Dean looked back over his shoulder, "Do you see this?" he slapped Jo on the ass. "I'm busy. Deal with it." He leaned over and kissed Jo's ass, right where he'd slapped as if trying to replace the sting with something pleasant.

"Sir. I really think you need to talk to him. She's killing everyone's buzz."

Dean put his hand between Jo's milky thighs and moved up until he was touching her warm pussy. Slipping a finger into her he watched for a reaction and then started to warm her up with his hand. "I'm busy. I'm trying to give my girlfriend here multiple orgasms and I can't if you keep yapping." While working her with his fingers Dean leaned over and playfully bit Jo's rear. "Do you like that, honey?"

"Sir."

Dean refused to stop playing with Jo, gently massaging her clit, and slipping a finger into her. He curled and looked for a nice spot to cause Jo to moan, even if someone was watching them.

"Sir!"

Dean waved off his free hand saying, "Send him up. I'll talk to her."

The demoness didn't even bother closing the door and walked away. Sounds from the bar could be heard, a few glasses, some music and people talking but it was very somber. Still, Dean didn't seem to care and he leaned over to kiss Jo's shoulder and back again. "Do you want me to make her lick you again? I could do that if you'd like. This time, I won't touch her. Just you. I only want you."
 
Jo shivered as he moved over her, her slim body trembling as he planted gentle kisses along her spine. She stayed still, her heart racing. The growl and rough voice made her whimper with need, wondering if he planned on being rougher with her this time. She gasped softly, hands gripping he sheets as he kissed her shoulder, waiting for the door to open.

Jo yelped as his hand came down, jerking immediately in response as her ass turned red from the impact. The woman didn't acknowledge her, but watched her from the corner of her eye with a small smirk, noticing the way Jo was breathing in response to the spanking, realizing she was enjoying it.

Jo moaned softly as he rubbed his hand against her casually, continuing his conversation and making no attempts to hide her exposed body. The woman laughed softly when Jo pressed back against Dean's hand, eyes clenched shut as her breathing for faster. She barely registered the word "girlfriend", focused on his finger inside her, playing with her slowly. She nodded in response to his question. "Y... yes sir," she whispered, her toes curling.

When Jo felt another finger slip inside and curl, she cried out, looking back at him and propping herself up a little, only to fall forward onto the mattress again. "Fuck," she whimpered, fucking herself back on his hand as a second woman entered the room, Freckles.

"You know, I've always preferred having women as my meatsuits, and April, she just can't get enough of you, Jo Jo," she grinned, slipping onto the bed beside Dean and staring down at Jo with a delighted grin. Her hand stroked Jo's hair gently, admiring her as she looked down at her. "You know Dean, I was gonna try and fuck her when I was in Sam, but she wouldn't give me a chance. Poor thing was head over heels for you."
 
Dean leaned in, his voice low and right into Jo's ear. "Is that try, hon? Did you turn Sam down for me?" He slapped Jo's ass again, "Be honest! Did you ever think of Sam that way?"

Dean slapped one more time then leaned in and bit her other cheek a little harder this time. "Let's play a game, Jo. Do you want to suck my dick or do you want Meg here to teach you how to suck my dick?" He was still stroking himself, his cock now glistening with precum.

He stroked her hair fondly, "If you don't want me to be with other women I won't. But I want you to be with them. I want you to have all the pussy you want, but I am not about to let another man's cock in my girl's body. Agreed? No other man gets to feel what it's like to be inside you. Not anymore."
 
Jo nodded, letting out another cry that caused Meg to laugh, enjoying the little noises she made."I... I turned him down. He... he's like a brother to me," she said between gasps, trembling as Meg dragged her nails along her back, leaving red lines.

Jo squeaked as his hand came down and he bit her again, drawing more laughs from Meg. "Aww, she's just adorable!" She grinned, grabbing Jo's chin so she could look her in the eye, licking her lips as she admired her. "See, my friend says you're a good little cunt licker. I'm curious to find out," she whispered, grinning when she saw Jo blush.

"I... I want her to teach me," she whispered, watching Meg as the woman grinned wider, reaching under Jo and tweaking a nipple.

Jo nodded in agreement to Dean's question, though by his tone it was one she couldn't say no to. Meg looked over at Dean, smirking at him. "You know what I think? I think she enjoyed being on display earlier, dancing in front of everyone. You like being shown off? So everyone knows who you belong to?" She asked before bringing her hand down on Jo's ass as well
 
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