Cheap Thanks

By ChastitySwayy

http://www.geocities.com/chastityswayy/

 

Disclaimer:  I don’t own anything; they belong to Warner Bros. Television Production Inc., Wonderland Sound and Vision, Eric Kripke and Robert Singer.  I’m just borrowing them to play with for a couple hours.  I promise I’ll give them back in mostly the same condition. 

 

Spoilers for Wendigo.

 

“I don’t know how to thank you.”

 

*Dean smiles*

 

“Must you cheapen the moment?”

 

“Yeah!”

 

They decided to stay another day to heal up a bit.  Sam was out getting one of his girly coffees, and Dean was sorting through his clothes to see what needed to be washed.  He was sniffing between two shirts to figure out which was clean enough to wear to the laundromat when there was a knock at the door.  “Did you forget your keys Sammy?”  He asked mockingly, pulling the door open.  He stopped suddenly when he saw Haley standing there.  “Oh, hey.  I thought you were Sam.”

 

She smiled “No, I saw Sam in town, and he mentioned you were staying in town for another day or so.”  She glanced at his bare chest.  “Did I come at a bad time?”

 

“Not at all?  What can I do for you?”  His tone dripped with innuendo.

 

“I thought I’d stop by to see how you’re doing.  You were pretty ripped up last night.”

 

“Please.  That was nothing.”

 

Haley touched the cut on his forehead lightly.  “Oh really.”

 

“Nah, that will heal up by tomorrow.”  He shifted slightly, assuming a cocky grin.  “Now, if you want to play nurse and check to make sure I don’t have any more serious injuries I’ll be more than happy to play along.”

 

Haley rolled her eyes.  “Sorry, I’m fresh out of nurse’s costumes.”

 

“That’s ok, I’m sure we can improvise.”  He stepped to the side.  “Want to come in?”

 

“Sure.”  She stepped through the door, and Dean saw Sam walking back towards the motel.  He held his index finger up.

 

‘One hour.’  He mouthed, then glanced back inside, and held up another finger.  Sam rolled his eyes and turned around, walking back towards the coffee shop.  Dean closed the door, and looked at Haley poking around the room.

 

“Do you always leave your clothes all over the floor?”  She asked.

 

“Nah, I was just getting ready to go do laundry.”

 

“Should I come back later?  I don’t want to keep you if you have things to do.”  She sat down on his bed, leaning back and kicking off her shoes.

 

“I can think of better things to do than laundry.”  He sat next to her on the bed, brushing her hair back with one hand and caressing the back of her neck.

 

“Like what?” she asked, smiling at him.

 

“How about this?”  Dean leaned in to kiss her, using the hand on the back of her neck to pull her closer.  Lips met and parted, and Dean quickly discovered that her kiss was as voracious as her attitude.  After a few minutes he pulled back so they could each catch their breath.  “See, much better than laundry.”

 

“Do you have a line for everything?”  She asked.

 

“Of course.  All that time driving gives me hours to think them up.”

 

Haley giggled, “Maybe you need to get some books on tape or something.”

 

Dean pushed her back on the bed, lying half on top of her, propped up on his elbow.  “Let’s not be hasty with the judgments here.  I didn’t hear you complaining about my lines when I was leading the Wendigo away from you yesterday.”

 

She caressed his chest, admiring the muscle there.  “Well, I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a grown man yell ‘Want some white meat bitch?’ at a cannibalistic creature before.  It was fairly creative.”  Her voice lowered a notch.  “And you do taste pretty good.”

 

“I believe in truth in advertising.”  Dean leaned down to her kiss her again, sliding his free hand under her shirt to play with the skin on her stomach, tracing circles on it until he felt her shiver and get goosebumps.  He let it slide up, slowly; giving her plenty of time to think about where he was going next.  He smiled against her mouth when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

Haley rolled against him, looping her leg over his hips and moaning into his mouth as his talented hand traced circles around her nipples, teasing and pinching lightly.  She made a frustrated sound when he stopped touching and kissing, and sat up.  He smiled down at her frowning face “Easy sweetheart, I’m just getting your shirt off.”  She lifted her shoulders off the bed to help him pull it over her body, and he rolled between her legs, looking down at her.

 

“You’re gorgeous.”  He told her, before leaning down and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

 

“Sweet talker.”  She groaned, holding his head in place.  Dean responded by sucking lightly, making her back arch off the bed.  He turned his attention to the other nipple, and for long moments the only sounds in the room were Haley’s groans.  Her hips undulated as she rubbed herself against his stomach.

 

Recognizing that she was ready for more, Dean rolled off her and trailed wet kisses along her neck and jaw line as he eased her shorts open and slid his hand inside.  “Oh god.”  She gasped, clutching his bicep as his fingers circled her clit.

 

“Is that good?”  He whispered in her ear.  She responded by pushing her shorts off her hips and kicking them off to land somewhere on the floor.  Unhindered by clothes, her legs spread to give Dean better access.  He smiled wickedly.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”  His fingers shifted, sliding inside her.  “Or do you like that better.”  Haley was panting now, and Dean just smiled, continuing to nibble on her skin.  This was his favorite part, watching them writhe and pant while he played.

 

“You’re a tease.”  She gasped as he shifted his fingers again.  She pulled his mouth down to hers, and he complied, kissing her while he drove her closer to that edge.  He grunted slightly when she cupped his erection, rubbing him through his jeans before popping the button open.

 

“Not yet.”  He said into her mouth, pulling away slightly when she tried to move her hand inside.  She made a frustrated sound, but complied, settling for rubbing him through the denim.  He could feel her breath coming in short gasps, and slid another finger inside, stroking hard while his thumb circled her clit.  “C’mon sweetheart, you’re almost there.”  He whispered between kisses.  “Come for me.”

 

Her body went stiff and she moaned into his mouth when her orgasm hit her.  Dean slowed his movements, easing her back down with sure strokes of his fingers.  He pulled away from her mouth and smiled down at her.  “Definitely better than laundry.”

 

She rolled her eyes and smacked him in the chest, then pushed him over onto his back, straddling his thighs.  “My turn.”  She informed him.

 

Dean lay back, with his hands under his head and grinned up at her.  “Knock yourself out.”

 

She pulled his jeans open, and raised an eyebrow at him when there was nothing underneath.  “Laundry.”  He told her, still grinning.  Determined to wipe the grin off his face, Haley pulled his jeans down past his knees, and off his long legs, before settling on his thighs again.  She gently traced her finger down the underside of his cock, watching his reaction.  Still watching his face, she wrapped one hand around him and stroked.  He arched into her hand and sucked in his breath.  Still grinning.

 

“I’m going to wipe that smug smile off your face if it’s the last thing I do.”  She told him.

 

“Do your worst.”  He told her.  “Although,” he glanced down at her hand stroking his erection “That’s not likely to make me stop smiling.”

 

“Oh really?”  She asked.  “How about this?”  She leaned over and sucked him into her mouth.  Dean groaned and clutched at the headboard as she worked him with hand and mouth.  She licked him like a lollipop, with long sure strokes of her tongue before sucking just the tip in again.  Her hand was always moving, stroking the shaft wherever her mouth wasn’t.  She paused briefly, looking up at him.  “How are you doing up there?”

 

Dean made an effort to roll his eyes back into a normal position and grinned.  “Just great.”  Great was said through slightly clenched teeth and she raked her nails lightly over his balls.  His head rolled back on the pillow and he groaned again as her tongue followed the path of her fingernails.  “Just fucking great.”  He muttered, and Haley giggled at his tone.  She continued to torment him with mouth and hands, and Dean realized it would all be over alarmingly soon if he didn’t get her to stop.

 

“Stop.”  He said.  She ignored him and sucked him into her mouth.  “Oh fuck, please stop or we’re going to be finished for awhile.”  She giggled again and looked up at him.  She met his eyes, and slowly licked all the way up again.  Dean leaned forward and grabbed her, pulling her up to sprawl across his body as he kissed her again.  His hands roamed over her body, dipping inside her to make sure she was still ready.  She groaned at the feel of his fingers inside her again, and leaned over the side of the bed.

 

“My shorts.” she gasped, digging through the pile of clothes on the floor.  Dean frowned for a minute, and then realized what she was looking for.  He fumbled in the bag on his nightstand, and pulled out a condom.

 

“Don’t worry about it.”  He pulled her back on top of him.  “I’ve got it covered.”

 

She smiled and took the rubber from him.  “No.”  She ripped the package open and started rolling it over his erection.  “I’ve got it covered.”

 

“And you call my lines bad.”  He hissed as she sunk down on him.  “I’m not going to complain though.”

 

Haley groaned and leaned forward to prop herself up over him.  Dean kissed her as she started to move, slowly drawing herself back up before sinking back down, rotating her hips to change the angle.  He cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, drawing more noises out of her.  She pulled away from his mouth with a gasp, and buried her face in his neck, rocking against him.

 

“You feel so good.”  He whispered in her ear.  “So hot, so good.”  He groaned as she rotated her hips the other way.  “Yeah baby, just like that.”

 

She sat up suddenly, and leaned back.  She propped herself up with her hands on his thighs and rocked, looking down at him.  Dean ran his hand up her thigh, and gently stroked her clit.  When she rewarded him with a moan, he stroked her again, harder.  She started moving faster, her breath quickening again.  Knowing he wouldn’t last long after the blowjob, he wanted to push her over the edge soon, to make sure she got there.

 

“C’mon Haley, come for me again.”  He whispered.  “Let me feel you come around my cock.”  She whimpered, and he put his free hand on her thigh to steady her as she rocked.  Her hips rotated harder with each stroke of his fingers.  “C’mon sweetheart, almost there.”  His voice was getting unsteady as he tried to stave of his own orgasm.  Her head rolled back and she cried out as it swept through her.  Dean gasped as she clenched around him, and caught her as she collapsed bonelessly on top of him. 

 

He gripped her hips and thrust up into her a few more times.  “Oh fuck yes.” He gasped.  Haley kissed him, and he moaned into her mouth as his own orgasm hit him.  They kissed briefly before she collapsed on him again, her head resting on his shoulder.  They lay peacefully for a few moments before Dean lifted her off him.  “I’ll be right back.”  He told her.

 

When he came out of the bathroom she was sitting on the bed, already half dressed.  “Leaving already?”  He asked.

 

“Yes, I need to get back to the hospital.”  She pulled her shirt over her head and started looking for her shoes.

 

Dean pulled his jeans back on.  “How’s your brother doing?”

 

“He’s good.  Still in pretty rough shape, but he’s going to make it.”  She smiled at him.  “Thanks to you.”

 

Dean shrugged.  “It’s what I do.”  She turned towards the door, but Dean grabbed her hand, stopping her.  “Not that I’m complaining, but what changed your mind?”

 

“I spend my life taking care of my brothers.  I wanted somebody to take care of me for a little while.”

 

He nodded and walked her to the door. 

 

She paused in the doorway and looked up at him.  “Thanks again Dean.”  There was one last kiss goodbye, and then Dean watched her drive away.  When she was out of site, he closed the door.

 

When Sam returned to the room 20 minutes later, Dean was sorting clothes.  “Haley gone?”  He asked quietly.

 

“Yep.”  Dean answered.  He started to shove dirty clothes into a garbage bag.

 

“Look, Dean, we can hang around for a couple days if you want.”  Sam offered.

 

Dean grinned at him.  “No we can’t Sammy.  There are monsters out there that need to be offed.  We can’t keep them waiting.”  He slung the bag over his shoulder.  “I’m doing laundry, you coming with?”

 

Sam picked up his own, much tidier, duffel full of dirty clothes and smiled back.  “Yeah, let’s go.”

 

“So how was your sissy coffee?” he asked as Sam locked the door behind them.

 

“Which one, I had three of them.”  He paused.  “Pig.”

 

“Bitch.”