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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Rudy_(Supernatural:_Brother's_Keeper),
      Supernatural_(TV)_Characters, MOC_Dean_-_Character
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      Dark_Dean_Winchester, Scary_Dean_Winchester, Mark_of_Cain, Bloodplay,
      Violence, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Painful_Sex, Cunnilingus, Forced_Orgasm,
      Fear, Crying, Begging, Smut, Angst, Violent_Sex, Rough_Sex, Violent_Dean,
      Loss_of_Virginity, Loss_of_Control, Sexual_Assault, Underage_Sex,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Language, conflicted_feelings, Porn
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      Keeper, Canonical_Character_Death, Vampires, Threats, Dean_Talks_Dirty,
      Hurt_No_Comfort, Dean_Winchester_Bears_the_Mark_of_Cain, Escape_Attempts,
      Teasing, Mind_Games, Horrified_Sam, Multiple_Orgasms, Intimidation, Dom/
      sub_Undertones, Dom_Dean, Helplessness, Vaginal_Fingering, Tears, Very
      Mild_Comfort, Rape_Aftermath, Home_Invasion, Lies, Injury, Blood_Kink,
      Blood_Drinking, Rape_Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Comfort_Sex, VERY
      MILD_Sub_Dean, Dirty_Talk, Dean_is_Bad_at_Feelings, Guilty_Dean, Come
      Swallowing, Come_Eating, Creampie, Stitches, Trust_Issues, Age
      Difference, Inexperienced_OFC, Hopeful_Ending, Orgasm_Control, Squirting
      Orgasm
  Series:
      Part 8 of Smut,_Angst,_and_Deliciously_Dark_Plot_Lines, Part 6 of Dirty,
      Sexy_Times:_You/Dean_Winchester
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-01 Completed: 2016-03-08 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 27390
****** What Should Never Be ******
by Girl_WithTheDirtyMind
Summary
     When Dean comes crashing into the cabin to save an ungrateful teenage
     girl who is tied to a bed, he doesn't expect the Mark to flare up
     like it does - spells bad news for Crystal. . or good news depending
     on who you are. ;)
     Based loosely on 10x23 "Brother's Keeper" please heed trigger
     warnings - they are layed out in the notes section so you don't walk
     into something surprising. <3
     ~Crystal Fic~
     Assault - Chpt 1. Recovery - Chpt 2.
Notes
     Hey there!! Okay so everything up until Dean starts to leave the
     cabin is straight out of 10x23's cabin vamp scene. All the dialogue,
     all the action, everything. If you ask me, Dean could've done a lot
     worse than just sass that girl. . what with the Mark on his arm and
     all - hence the reason for this uncharacteristic partial cannon fic
     of mine :)
     Triggers- Rape/Non-con like the tags say, I don't want to give
     anything away so please just proceed with caution on this one guys.
     Dean bears the Mark and he is utterly terrifying in this fic - all
     evil cunning scariness so just be careful out there. There is
     descriptive subject matter and frightening situations. Personally I
     don't think it's any worse than the other things I've written, so if
     you like those then you're golden my friend. ;)
     Enjoy, enjoy!! <3
***** Destruction of Innocence *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Tied to a bed and wondering what became of her best friend Rose last night,
Crystal watched with a certain amount of wary relief while a man who said his
name was Rudy tried to talk down one of the men who had been holding her
captive.
Rudy seemed to be drunk. Or something.
He burst through the door with a machete and no plan, that much was clear to
Crystal even, a 15 year old high school girl.
She made one mistake. One, and now she was there in some backwoods cabin with a
bunch of freaks, she could tell something was wrong with the guys who lived out
here, but she couldn’t pinpoint it.
All she knew was that Rose might be dead and she would be next, it was only a
matter of time. Rudy, the man who was supposed to be her savior, clearly
thought there was only one weirdo here at the cabin. . . If she was gonna die
anyway she might as well help him out.
“There’s two of them!” she worked up the courage to yell from her spot on the
bed, “I don’t know where the other is, but there is two!” Rudy immediately
turned his back on the blonde creep to look at the door. Why would he do that?
Crystal saw it coming before Rudy did it seemed.
Everything happened in an instant.
The blonde man wasted no time in grabbing him from behind and putting a rusty-
looking blade to his neck, while a man’s shout followed by a loud thud could be
heard on the porch.
Crystal didn’t know where to look, what posed the biggest threat to her now.
Whoever was outside? Or the blonde man with the knife? If only she could get
out of those ropes. . . Then she would just run away from all of this and swear
to a life of homework and celibacy.
With no warning the flimsy wooden door burst open with a crash loud enough to
make her yelp, and revealed a big man wielding a machete. He wore jeans, work
boots, and a sturdy blue jacket. That wasn’t what the girl was focused on
though. . . It was his expression.
So blank and uncaring, almost like he was bored, and when she saw the bright
red blood on his blade she couldn’t help but fear him.
Her breath caught in her throat audibly and he turned his gaze on her for a
moment, there was judgement in his green eyes, like he wasn’t surprised someone
like her got herself in this kind of predicament. Irritated even.
She suddenly felt the chill in the room at her lack of clothing, and she had
the bizarre urge to scream, “I don’t normally look like this! This was all some
poorly thought out mistake!” but she didn’t. That truly wasn’t the biggest
issue in the room.
She couldn’t stop staring at the newcomer, even as Rudy spoke. She couldn’t
tear her gaze away, the guy radiated dominance, it was like as soon as he
stepped into the room he was in charge.
“Deano. . . This is Reggie, we’re just gonna talk and - and come to an under-
understanding!” Rudy was clearly panicked, and Crystal watched the man - Dean -
squint at him for a moment.
“Back your ass outta the room mister and leave the blade,” Reggie gestured to
his bloody machete, and Dean glanced down at it almost like he just realized he
was still holding it.
“Yeah. . .” Dean’s voice was rough and gravelly when he spoke, “No. Rudy, walk
away.” he ordered casually, as if Rudy actually could walk away. Crystal
watched the exchange wide-eyed from her place in the corner, Rudy clearly began
to panic, and was babbling to Dean about something.
The second Dean moved forward, everything went to Hell,
“You don’t have the guts,” she heard Dean say. Why is he taunting the guy?
Isn’t he supposed to be Rudy’s friend? It’s like he doesn’t care whether he
lives or dies. Crystal wasn’t sure who the good guy was now.
She watched in horror as Reggie poised his blade over Rudy’s stomach, and she
began to fidget on the mattress. . . I can’t watch someone die! Dean was - well
Dean was actually smiling. Like all of this was some hilarious inconvenience
for him.
He leaned forward and suddenly barked - barked like a dog! - startling Reggie
enough to sink the blade into Rudy’s chest.
A scream ripped past Crystal’s lips at the sight, and she began to scramble
back on the mattress like she could get away from the visual. Dean lunged
forward without missing a beat and swiped the machete, effectively cutting
Reggie’s head clean off.
Another scream sounded from Crystal, this one ending in horrified sobs. Her
eyes flicked back and forth between the rolling head on the floor, and the man
who had just been responsible for two brutal murders. She wanted to stop making
noise but she couldn’t stop crying, and that extra noise seemed to draw his
attention fully to her.
“What did you do?” she wailed almost involuntarily, and shivered at the dark
look he gave her.
“You’re Crystal, right?” he asked but she couldn’t answer, not when he was
moving toward her then. She shrunk back from him on the bed, her fear silencing
her for now. He grinned at her tightly, “Well I just rescued you.” he nodded
and sliced the ropes tying her to the bed with his bloody blade.
Instead of saying thank you like she should have Crystal couldn’t control her
word flow,
“He - you could of talked - you just -”
“You’re welcome.” he interrupted her babbling and started to turn away with a
displeased look on his face. He probably would have left too, if it wasn’t for
what she said next.
“You’re a monster.” she didn’t even know why she said it, but something about
the man just screamed unstable and as a teenage girl, Crystal knew all about
hitting someone where it hurts. Dean froze.
Yeah I nailed it alright.
“You think so, huh?” he turned back to her and cocked his head, boring those
darkened green eyes into her wide frightened ones.
“I - I. . . no. . .” she stuttered dumbly while he moved back to the bedside.
The girl was already against the wall, so there was no where to go really. The
realization that she was in the middle of nowhere with a homicidal stranger
finally sunk in, and a renewed wave of fear crashed over her.
“No?” he sneered, and she had to look away from him, from his angry expression.
With no warning whatsoever, Dean sent the machete flying in a wide arch at her.
She flattened on the sheets with a scream, and flinched hard at the sound of
the blade sinking into the headboard, missing her by a fraction of an inch.
With only escape on her mind, Crystal frantically scrambled to the end of the
bed to distance herself from him,
“Where do you think you’re going?” she screamed in fear when she heard him
growl, and flung herself from the end of the bed. Just as her bare feet hit the
dirty wood floor, he had her by the arms and was shoving her into the wall.
Dean pinned her there with a forearm barred against her throat, chuckling when
she brought both hands up to cling to it. Like she could actually stop him from
strangling the life out of her if he decided to.
He backed off on the pressure a little.
No he didn’t want to kill her, not yet anyway, he wanted to have some fun
first. At least the Mark did, the way it was searing his skin like it was
screaming. Screaming at him to hurt. Hurt anything. Hurt her.
Sucks to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“I’m s-sorry mister. . . p-please. . .” she whispered, feeling tears start to
pool. Dean’s green eyes connected up with her big teary blue ones, and for a
moment the girl hoped that he would find mercy somewhere in that huge body of
his, but all she got was glazed blown eyes that hinted nothing as to what his
intentions were.
He held her there on the wall for a few beats until Crystal found it impossible
to look at him without begging. . . and she didn’t want to do that, it felt
premature somehow. Demeaning.
Even though she knew realistically that she was in deep shit. Instead, the
trembling teenager flitted her gaze to directly under his chest - eye-level for
her - and shied her barely dressed body away from him.
There was a deep hitching of breath that came from her lungs a couple times,
hinting at the terror fit that was bearing down on her as the seconds ticked, a
low content rumble in his chest that told her he was fully aware of that fact
as well. It only made her more frightened - this guy is an animal.
He was breathing heavily, but steadily, and it wasn’t because he was winded,
no. . . She knew with some natural sense of hers that this man was panting with
excitement. And not the kind you get from roller coasters.
“W- what are you doing?” she blinked back tears and pressed her lips tight,
bringing one knee up to keep him at a distance. “What are you gonna do?”, is
what she wanted to ask, but at the same time his potential answer curbed her.
Dean’s grip on the tops of her arms tightened until she had to sob, and her
fingernails dug into the wall as she tried to control the pounding terror
building in her blood. At least the guy didn’t have the knife out anymore.
After a few more moments of watching her struggle to remain calm, Dean finally
spoke, enjoying the way she startled at his deep voice.
“You know. . . It took me about an hour to get out here.” he was taking his
time with the words, and although she still wasn’t brave enough to look up at
him, it was obvious that she was at full attention. “Only me and Reggie knew
where you were holed up. . . And I’m willing to bet it’s gonna take Deputy
Cletus more than the day to figure it out himself. Not a real thinker that
one.”
Crystal had started practically vibrating in his hold, he smirked when he saw
the tears coming faster. She’d obviously connected the dots, but he wasn’t
done.
“So it’s just you and me out here. . . all alone.” the girl hiccuped and
brought a trembling hand to cover her mouth, still staring at his chest. He
wanted to hear the bitch beg, wanted to be the reason she screamed and cried. .
. The Mark roared with power.
“So whaddaya think I’m gonna do about that, hmm? I think a little girl like you
oughtta know what a man like me wants, and that men like me. . . well, we
always get it.” he leaned the long distance down to whisper that last part in
her ear, and she felt like her knees might buckle out from underneath her.
If it wasn’t for Dean holding her up by the arms they might have.
“I d- don’t know wh -what you’re talking about.” it barely came out on a shrill
whisper, it was becoming almost uncomfortable to hold in her racking tears. Her
body was begging to bawl, there was too much pent up terror and she was about
to explode, but Crystal still tried her best to keep it to a light trickle.
Pride was a funny thing.
“Ah. . .” Dean chuckled and she could feel his head shaking from side to side,
“No see, I know what you and your little friend came out here for Crystal. And
I’m gonna give it to ya, nice and rough. You should be thanking me sweetheart.”
Her whole body froze as he finally confessed his motives to the otherwise empty
room, and ever so slowly she lifted her eyes up to his only to find promise and
violence in them. She couldn’t fucking breathe.
“N -no. . no I’m not like that.” his lips quirked in amusement as he raised his
eyebrows and dipped his head lightly in a gesture for her to continue, “I -it
was Rose’s idea, I didn’t even want to come out here! And these -” he fisted
her tank top and jerked on it, voice rising, “these are her clothes! I didn’t -
”
“Shh, shh, quiet Cris - can I call ya Cris?” he didn’t wait for an answer, “I
think you’re making the mistake of thinking I give a shit about why you found
yourself out here with a murder crazed stranger. Spoiler alert: I don’t. Like
at all.”
“M -murder crazed?” she whispered, eyes pleading. He almost laughed at how
frightened she looked, but honestly it was getting him hard. Just wait till she
sees that. Dean leaned down a little to peer into her tear stained face,
“It’s okay to cry baby,” he kneaded her arms in false comfort, “Go ahead, do it
loud so I can hear ya. I love it when they cry.” and she did. Finally. After
just a millisecond for pressing her lips tight, Crystal broke down into loud
unrestrained sobs right in his grinning face, unable to stop herself even with
the knowledge that it was what he wanted from her.
Dean finally released her from his bruising grip and watched with sick
satisfaction as she slowly slid down the wall to curl in on herself, she had
her gaze cast to his work boots, hugging herself so tightly that he found it in
him to be surprised at how tiny she made herself at his feet.
Dean wondered how much more it would take to get her to beg for him, surely not
much judging by her borderline panic attack currently running it’s course. He
was almost giddy with the idea. Crystal watched through tear-blind eyes, Dean
step back a few feet.
He was moving away to the rundown kitchen area of the cabin, and her tummy
flipped with panic at what exactly he was planning.He said he was going to rape
me. . . Hesaidthat. Clanking from the cupboards and slamming from the drawers
made her focus on the man currently rummaging through the cabin in search of
something.
“Doesn’t this place have any extra goddamned rope?” he complained swiveling on
his heel to make for the door, “Be right back babydoll, looks like I gotta get
some from my trunk.” he paused halfway out the door as if something just
occurred to him, “Got any preference to rope or handcuffs?” Her sobs picked
back up at the question. 
“P- please don’t hurt me mister, I -I’m sorry I said you were a monster.
Please, I’m sorry, please please don’t hurt me!” he just chuckled to himself on
his way out the door, ignoring her words and relishing the way she was now
jumping with the force of her sobs. “Oh God. . . Oh God, pleeease. . .” she
whispered airily.
The Mark was just singing with triumph,
“I’ll surprise ya then. Don’t go anywhere, a chase through the woods’d just be
fun for me baby.” His boots thumped down the three steps and he turned out of
sight. Wiping her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Crystal weighed her
options.
Stay in here and wait for him to come back. . . Run and be caught. . . Attack
him and be killed. . .
Her eyes widened on an idea that caught her fancy. She was up on shaky limbs
and grabbing the footboard on the bed, pulling with all of her might. It slid
toward her and inch. She gritted her teeth and pulled with everything she had,
dragging the heavy thing away from the wall and toward the ruined door.
Barricade the door and wait for help. That was her plan. Feeling butterflies
ignite at the image of Dean making his way back toward the house, spurred her
into a panicked scramble to the other side of the bed to push it.
Crystal had her eyes closed with the effort it took to move it across the
splintered wood floor and by the time she opened her eyes to check progress,
Dean was standing in the grass at the base of the stairs with the most evil
smile she’d ever seen.
With a startled scream she shoved the bed the last few inches to be flush with
the screen door, her limbs were basically jellied from the effort. Dean hopped
up the stairs, skipping two steps on the way, and winked at Crystal who was
scrambling back frantically searching for something else to block the door
with.
The only thing separating her and the man was a flimsy screen door and the bed
that he could no doubt push with ease.
In fact, to prove her theory, Dean placed a hand on the door and nudged,
sending the bed scooting a good six inches with little effort. God why didn’t I
think about the difference in strength? With a low chuckle and a shake of his
head, Dean produced his big machete from his leg strap and punctured the screen
on the door.
Crystal wrapped her arms around herself and began to cry, realizing how idiotic
this idea was. It had only served to make him angry no doubt,
“Oh sweetie,” he rumbled with a sneer, sheathing the blade and smirking at her.
“Normally I’d put you over my knee for this kind of behavior, but you gave me
an idea. It’ll be fun.” she balked at the spanking threat,
“Wh -what will be fun?” she whispered shakily, flinching at the smile that lit
his face,
“Let’s have a little competition,” he licked his lips and leered at her, “I’m
gonna go around back and find a different entrance, and all you gotta do is
pull this bed back and get out before I can get in. How’s that sound?” the girl
glanced to the back wall, there were no windows or anything that could serve as
an entrance,
“Why are you doing this?” there was obviously some sort of ulterior motive
here, otherwise he would just walk back in and assault her. So what was the
endgame?
“I just think it’s fucking cute that you honestly believe you can win here.”
the statement was chilling,
“And if I can get out, then what?” stepped back again, “You’re just gonna let
me go?” he nodded once flashing those teeth,
“Scouts honor.” then he added, “but you won’t be getting out.” this was her
only choice really - what? - was she just supposed to decline and let him come
in the front door? No fucking way.
Crystal caught him glance at something out of her view beside the door and
purse his lips thoughtfully, but she didn’t take the time to think about what
that meant.
“O-okay. Okay deal.” Dean’s mouth split with a huge wolfish grin that had her
skin breaking out in goosebumps, with that single smile he told her she didn’t
stand a chance.
“Perfect, just one more thing though,” the man once again took out his blood
soaked machete, and lowered into a crouch in front of the screen door,
“Wait, what are you doing?” she rose up on her tiptoes to try and get a better
look, but in the end conceded to venturing forth a few steps. He was cutting
away the screen on the bottom of the door,
“Oh did I forget to mention this part of the deal?” he didn’t even look at her
while he spoke, just cut away at the screen. Her brow furrowed in confusion and
worry, but it was short lived for as soon as he was done removing the lower
screen, he reached for whatever he was looking at only a moment ago.
His big hand came back with a bucket full of nails, topped off with a rusted
hammer.
“What’s the matter baby doll?” he jeered when he saw the look on her face, “Did
you really think I was gonna play fair? I said you weren’t getting out of
here.” then before she could think of anything to say, Dean leaned forward -
hammer and nail in hand - and drove the long metal spear through the wooden leg
of the bed and into the floor.
He repeated this action three more times to the same leg, successfully nailing
the already heavy bed to the floor,
“Dean -”holy shit, when did so many tears start coming again? He looked up at
her under his brow with a soft smile, “Dean please, I - I can’t move that. .”
he rose up and again she stumbled backward like he might crash through the door
on a whim. Hell, he could if he wanted to.
“Oh I know sugar.” he started to turn back down the steps, “But you’ll sure
try, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna miss seeing that struggle.”
“You’re. . sick. You’re a sick fucking man!” she burst, and he barely even
glanced back as he descended the steps,
“Oooo, fightin’ words. I like it. See you in a minute Crystal, you’re gonna
have to be punished for that one.” and with that he disappeared around the
porch, leaving her to shake and weep in the empty dirty cabin.Punished? She
didn’t even want to think about what that meant. . .
With her arms around herself, she turned in a full circle looking for any place
that Dean might be able to get in from. . . but there wasn’t a single thing. It
was just three boarded walls.
She didn’t like how flimsy some places looked though - there were sports in the
walls where she could see outside through cracks in the boards and knots in the
wood, whoever built this thing wasn’t too keen on comfort apparently.
A knock happened from the outside on the right wall, then a few moments later
on the back wall. . . Dean was toying with her of course. He kept knocking as
he made his rounds, but when he made it to the center of the back wall he hit
the boards so hard it felt like the whole cabin shook.
“How ya doin’ in there baby? Miss me?” he called, laughter on his deep voice
from outside. Again he hit the wall,
“Please!” she screamed, unable to cope with this type of torment. The only
answer she got was a splitting crack. Crystal choked on a gasp. The back of the
hammer came through the boards. . . he was gonna tear through the fucking wall
with a hammer. Oh God please get me out of this. . .
The hammer was jerked back out, taking with it a good chunk of wood and through
the new hole now shone a single green eye all of a sudden - looking as sharp
and cunning as ever.
“Hiya sweetheart.” she shrieked, stumbling backward toward the immobile bed
while he watched and frantically turned to begin pulling on the bedposts. The
young girl was screaming and grunting with effort, even slipping to the floor
when her bare feet lost traction.
The bed wasn’t going anywhere. Another splitting crack had her sobbing and
crawling around to the nailed in leg, she picked at the embedded metal, but
there was no hope it was too solidly done.
Now in a desperate panic she whirled around to press her back into the wall,
watching as Dean demolished the wooden wall strike by strike. . . Crystal was a
tearful mess, now screaming and sobbing as she watched the big man display a
type of brute strength and primal determination that she simply had never seen
before.
He was going to get to her.
“Please stop! Oh God, please just -” more sobbing cut off her sentence and she
gulped in giant quaking breaths as she flailed into the wall like it was just
going to swallow her up and take her away from this nightmare. It wouldn’t of
course. This was happening.
“Please don’t hurt me!” with a final roar Dean’s whole body came crashing
through the mangled wall, and as a final attempt for shelter, Crystal dove
under the bed and scrambled to the middle, knowing in her heart that she was
only putting off the attack - not preventing it. The room had gotten quiet, and
so had her sobs.
Now it was soft high pitched weeping from beneath the bed, causing Dean to
genuinely smile at how pathetic she sounded. Through tear-blurred vision the
girl watched his boots come closer and closer,
“Oh Crystal. . . Here kitty kitty kitty. . .” he chuckled, only toying with her
of course. Dean knew exactly where she was after all,
“Just let me go,” whimpered thickly through tears, “Please - just leave me
alone! Don’t do this to me. .” he stopped alongside the bed and it dipped when
he actually sat down on it,
“Don’t do what sweetheart?” she was quiet, shaking hard enough to make
everything look like it was vibrating, “Go on little girl, tell me whatcha got
bouncin’ around in that pretty little head of yours.” seeing no point in hiding
what she was so afraid of, she just came right out and said it.
After all her dignity was basically garbage as she laid under a bed essentially
in her own tear puddle,
“Please don’t rape me. . .” it was whispered and Dean was quiet but his eyes
widened slightly at her words. They were so real. . he physically tried to
shake them off, but she interrupted his humanity smothering with more pitiable
words,
“P -please don’t. . . I -I can’t take it - don’t - don’t rape me, please sir
I’m b-begging you.” there was a tiny window of silent hope where Dean didn’t
speak, but it was only a moment of course - then he was smirking and shaking
his head at her tearful little pleas.
“Can’t take it, huh?” a bout of genuine chuckling trickled out from above her,
and her eyes squeezed closed against silent anguished sobs. “Fuck, that’s the
point babe, I’m gonna make you take it. Come on, you can do better than that,
what else ya got for me?”
“I - I don’t know what you want!” she cried, “Anything, I’ll - I’ll say
anything. . . I’m begging you, I’m begging!” she bawled, “Let me go home! I - I
just wanna go home and see my mom. . . Oh God. . . I - I want my mom.”
Dean was quietly listening to the young girl’s breakdown with a hint of guilt
in his glee - well and a hard-on but that goes without saying - he had
successfully scared the girl so bad that she was crying for her mommy like a
five year old. Just . . . sad.
Below him she was still carrying on, now it was just low mourning drawls, while
he sat at war with the Mark and himself on the dingy mattress.
"Alright alright, come out from under there sweetheart. Enough fuckin’ around.”
Dean finally rose from the bed relishing the way the girl’s tears audibly
picked back up at his movement. Honestly he couldn’t really blame her, he knew
that he posed a serious threat, and Dean actually counted her as smart for
being so afraid.
However she still wasn’t smart enough to move to do as he asked, instead she
opted for curling up on her side into a tight quaking ball. Totally pointless
of course, but the only thing left to do now.
“Crystal. . .” he drawled with a grin, “Don’t make me mad. . . you’re only
making this harder on yourself.” like she was the one doing any of this to
herself.
There was no way she was gonna come out from under the bed. No fucking way.
“Little brat,” his voice wasn’t sharp or anything, more like he expected this.
“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you to do as you’re told. . . Oh well, more fun
for me.” she hugged herself harder, and a second of precious silence passed
where she got the same feeling she did when her alarm clock for school was a
minute away from going off.
And she would just watch. . . waiting for the number to flip - for the hammer
to drop. Dread. That’s what she felt.
A deafening roar shook the cabin and her eardrums, causing her to scream as the
bed was lifted - fucking lifted - from the headboard, ripping the nails out of
the floor, and flipping it completely over. There was a moment when the frame
teetered upright like it was trying to regain it’s balance, and the mattress
separated, toppling to one side while the heavy frame crashed to the other.
Crystal was shocked. She knew Dean was strong, but holy fuck. . . How could he
keep getting more and more terrifying? There had to be a limit right? Every
time she thought it couldn’t get scarier, the rugged man proved her wrong. . he
was the ultimate killing machine. That was becoming obvious.
All Dean did was shift his gaze down to her, curled up on the floor, shaking
like a beaten dog and she started spewing this high pitched shrill crying that
he thought only small children could create. Crystal was beyond fear and he
hadn’t even touched her yet.
 One step -
“NO-O-O!” she wailed, making him wince slightly at the volume.
Two steps -
“Please Dean - No!”
Three steps -
“Dean - Dean! Please don’t hurt me, p-please don’t hurt me! No - no -”
Fourth and final step -
Silence.
He watched her tremble and shut her eyes tight against reality, and he let her
intoxicating fear wash over him for a moment before he bent to scoop the tiny
girl up from the dirty floor. Crystal didn’t even struggle when he lifted her
easily - she was too scared.
In fact she was so frightened that her toes were curled and her hands were in
fists up against her chest, while her eyes were still basically cemented shut.
“Noooooooo. . .” she whined quietly, breath hitching as he moved toward the
fallen mattress. Her whispers were almost inaudible, but Dean was listening for
them - basking in them really, “please. . . please no, don’t hurt me - don’t
hurt me, don’t hurt me. . .” over and over again she said that to him.
In his arms there was no point in fighting. Dean was ungodly strong, so much
more so than her. . . nothing would come out of it but pain, and she wanted to
avoid that at all costs. To her surprise the man set her rather gently on the
overturned mattress, smoothing out her dark curly hair in sort of a tender
fashion.
Then he said something that made her insides twist,
“Let’s make a deal sweetheart.” she stopped breathing,
“W -what are you gonna do?” Crystal hoped that whatever he was thinking would
likely be better than rape, so she played along.
“Hmmmm,” he mused, “I’ll give you two options. Option one being, I destroy this
little virgin pussy of yours. . I’ll take what I want and, oh baby, it’ll hurt
like nothing that’s ever happened to you I’m betting -”
“No! No no please. .” she sobbed, squirming beneath him hopelessly,
“Option two,” he didn’t seem as excited about this one, “you let me take you
for a ride, hell, I might even let you enjoy yourself.” both of those options
made the girl want to disintegrate, but she knew that Dean wouldn’t hesitate in
executing option one. Barely managing to make the words sound intelligible,
Crystal blubbered,
“Option two. .” a rumble vibrated through the man,
“What’s that kid?” another sharp sob jerked her body,
“Option two - p-please.” Dean huffed a laugh, gazing down on the weeping mess
of a girl like she was just so goddamned predictable. It made her feel so
small.
“Alright you asked for it. Just know that if you try and fight me at all, I’m
taking liberties with you, and I won’t be nice about it.” the lump in her
throat was there to stay, and her body was shaking like she was an alcoholic
going through withdrawals. Apparently Dean thought she deserved another ounce
of fear though,
“Now, about that punishment. .”
“What - what kind of punishment?” he pursed his lips in thought and looked at
the wall above her for ideas,
“You know, I think a good ass whippin’ should do it. On your stomach. Now.”
really just a ball of tears at this point, Crystal did as he asked slowly and
timidly, his threat still too fresh in her mind to resist.
Dean towered over her, taking in her milky white skin, her perfect pink lips. .
. the way she looked like she was speaking but no sound was coming out. Dean
drank it all in, and the Mark burned more insistently, prompting him to reach
for his belt buckle.
At the jingling noise she suddenly found the energy to scramble away from him,
intent on getting off of the mattress like the rest of the cabin was a safe
zone. Like he couldn’t just beat her or fuck her on the floor if he wanted. .
something told her this guy wasn’t too worried about splinters.
“Ah, ah no ya don’t,” his hand gripped the back of her neck and jerked her back
toward him. She watched in horror as the other hand pulled the belt from it’s
loops.
“Wait! Not with that!” she wailed only to be laughed at again,
“What? You think I was gonna love tap you with my hand? Give me fucking break.
. .”pure evil. There wasn’t even a second of time between when he released her
neck to when the length of leather connected brutally with her hip,
“Ahhh!” she screamed breathlessly, only to be overwhelmed with five more hits
landing haphazardly along her body. All she could think to do was protect her
head and try not to piss herself.
Dean strapped the girl until she wasn’t even screaming anymore, until she was
just quietly crying and flinching every time he moved even in the slightest.
After 20 or more strikes, Dean dropped the belt watching as she relaxed a
fraction. Oh, if only she knew.
As soon as the belt hit the floor with a thud, Dean fell over her on his hands
and knees with a bone chilling growl.
“No, stop. .” her voice was strangled as he man-handled her onto her belly,
snagging her wrists with one hand and pinning her down. Crystal went limp
beneath him, weeping helplessly into the dingy springs while Dean wasted no
time in running his large hands all along her delicate body, squeezing and
pinching along the way, showing no mercy to the significant welts spattered
everywhere.
“Wanna know what I’m gonna do to you Crystal? Huh?” he licked the nape of her
neck once - twice - three times just to hear her whimper and mewl fretfully,
and moved up to nip her ear hard enough to draw blood. “Well. . . I’m gonna
honor our deal, fuck you nice and rough, but you’ll love it, I promise.” she
bayed in anguish,
“Yeah keep that noise up baby, you’re makin’ me so fucking hard. It’ll feel
like I’m shoving a metal bar straight up your tight little cunt, that’s what
you do to me sweetheart, damn. . . I can’t wait to hear you scream while I fuck
you senseless. Maybe you’ll black out, won’t that be fun?” her body bucked with
another onslaught of loud tears,
“No please don’t do it!” she begged, “I didn’t do anything to deserve this -
why are you doing this to me?! Please just stop it!” he pressed his whole body
flush against her back, rocking his hips down against her ass, basking in her
never ending tears.
Finally Dean popped the button on his jeans, and palmed her thin panties,
jerking them down roughly to her knees while she screamed and wriggled
beneathhim. Why couldn’t I have just been born a man. . .? The thought popped
up out of nowhere really.
If I was a man, this would never have turned out like this. . . I could fight
him, I could hurt him. . maybe I wouldn’t even be so scared. But for naught,
because here she was - hopelessly and tragically female. Therefore she was
prey.
“You - you said you would be gentle,” she hiccuped tearfully, “please don’t
hurt me. .” he sighed heavily and hung his head for a moment, dragging his nose
along her shoulder,
“Let me tell ya what’s happening here sweetheart,” she jumped at the feeling of
rough thick fingers on her pussy, “I’m gonna make you wet right here -” he
punctuated it with a scream worthy pinch on her folds, “- it’ll be dripping,
begging for my cock, and I’m gonna give it what it asks for. . but you’re gonna
have to bleed for me baby.”
“B-bleed?” she mewled in fear,
“That’s right baby, bleed all over my cock and it’ll feel fuckin’ amazing. .
for me. Maybe for you too, if you're not little bitch about it.”
Her blood ran cold.This is gonna be so awful. . Please God get me through this.
. Despite all of the warnings and threats about not fighting with him, the girl
resisted a little when he gripped her arm to flip her to her back,
“Hey,” he bit, squeezing her arm until she sobbed once, “What did I say
sweetheart?” she sniveled, her voice came out in a high shrill strain,
“I’m sorry,” she wept, “Please sir I’m so scared. .” but when he tried again to
roll her over, she complied, keeping her arms up over her chest with her little
fists squeezed tight.
“Shh. . shh. .” he brushed away the strands of hair that were matted to her
tear streaks, “I understand Crystal, this is a big moment for you -
unfortunately I don’t have roses and candle light, but girls never get the
story-book cherry poppin’ they dream of do they. .?” although his words were
abhorrent and bawdy, Dean did understand that there was no way in Hell she
wouldn’t nix him a little bit - he was prepared to be reasonable.
Crystal tensed up even further when the hulking man lowered his face down
toward her neck, whimpering when he pressed his warm full lips to the delicate
trembling skin on her throat.
He appeared to be shuddering with excitement, but was somehow managing to be
gentle as he placed hot open mouthed kisses around her throat, his hands were
fisting the thin sheet on the mattress.
Meanwhile Crystal’s breathing began to slow down a little, the lavishing on her
neck and switch in aggression was too promising for her to not be hopeful. Her
eyes fluttered closed as he trailed kisses up her jaw line, even nipping at her
once to make her shiver, before his mouth claimed hers.
That’s when reality checked back in for the girl - she hadn’t even ever kissed
a boy and here was this angry beast of a man pushing his tongue past her shut
lips.
“Mmhp!” it was muffled by his hot lips. When she tried to turn away, a rough
hand caught her jaw and kept her still, squeezing until her mouth was forced
open by his thumb and forefinger.
The kiss was claiming, dominating, and forceful.
The teenager didn’t know what to think about his tongue snaking in, tangling
with hers and running over her teeth, or the fact that after a moment of
persistence from the man in charge. . she actually didn’t mind it so much.
NO! Her mind was screaming, but when Dean’s hurtful hand dropped away she
didn’t try to bite him like she should have, in fact her lips began to move
with his. The deep groan that vibrated over him did something to her. Dean held
the kiss even when his hands gripped her shirt.
He tore the front of it open with a slight grunt and turned his attention to
the bra-less chest below him,
“No.” she whimpered, immediately trying to cover herself, but Dean leaned back
up and pressed his lips to hers almost sweetly. . like he was communicating
without words. Crystal was walking a thin line though.
The first kiss he planted was to the center of her chest and it made her jump,
she shuddered at his grin before he flicked his wicked tongue over the top of
her left breast. They were small - underdeveloped - but he wasn’t picky right
now, he’d take all he needed after all.
“Mmmm!” she closed her lips on a moan when those plush lips sealed over a
nipple, but her back spasmed up when he sucked. The other was being kneaded by
a rough hand, but he took care to brush his thumb over the nipple to make up
for his bruising grip.
“Such tiny little tits. .” he mused, flicking his tongue over a bud, “I bet I
could bite one off. Whaddaya think kid?” her lips pressed into a thin line to
hold in protests, she knew that he had been lenient on his rules thus far.
A dry sob did break past however when he flashed his teeth tauntingly, they
looked sharp and seemed to gleam from the dying light in the windows. She
didn’t actually expect the man to clamp his those teeth over her breast though,
so when he did she let loose a scream for Hell to hear. He bared down, growling
when she gripped at his hair,
“No! Stop - oh God stop!” the bite was brutal and he held it even as his tongue
massaged over her trapped nipple and around where his teeth bruised. “Dean. .”
she sobbed, terrified that he might really bite her breast clean off. But his
name, said so desperately and pathetically, seemed to satisfy him enough to
release her.
“What do you say baby?” he teased, lowering back down to lick at her rib cage,
“Th-thank you,” she squeaked, forgetting to let go of his hair in her
terrorscape. He didn’t seem to mind. Instead of making her let go, the man
mouthed and licked down her belly, dipping into her navel with a suck and
continuing to the waistband of her cotton boy shorts.
Green eyes held on to her wide blues as he drug his teeth over the top of the
fabric - down and back, down and back - but her legs wouldn’t part open like
she knew he wanted them to. Instead she just watched him through teary pleading
eyes while her lips trembled,
“You know what?” he lifted up a little, “I’m gonna have you take these off
yourself. Go ahead baby take your panties off for me, I bet you got a pretty
little pussy.” she squeezed her eyes closed and whined brokenly as he grinned
up at her, stubbled face inches away from the apex of her thighs, but somehow
her trembling fingers found the waistband. . and then they froze there.
“I. .” he arched a brow, “No.” then he was up her body so fast, gripping her
jaw, that she didn’t have a second to scream,
“Are you choosing option one sweetheart? Cause that would just make my night.”
it was a snarl,
“No, no!” she cried tearfully, weeping desperately right into his face,
“Good.” he growled, “Then take. Your. Fucking. Panties off.” with a final
painful squeeze the big man slinked back down to his spot between her thighs,
keeping darkened narrowed eyes on her the whole time.
Chest shuddering with suppressed tears, Crystal lowered her underwear while
trying her best not to raise up near Dean’s waiting face. It was difficult to
say the least, but as soon as she uncovered her bare sex his gaze turned
ravenous.
Her arm length maxed out at the tops of her thighs so she had to sit up to push
them further - Dean’s hair brushed the skin of her naked belly as he continued
to stare at her pussy. Then without warning he crammed his face between her
still closed legs like a viper strikes a mouse,
“Ah!” she screamed, falling back in surprise and leaving her panties around her
knees, “N-no!” stubble scratched the insides of her squeezing thighs as he
wiggled his face to the apex - the touch of his mouth made her scream.
It was hot and insistent, nuzzling around on her folds as he inhaled and
mouthed. In a panic Crystal kicked up in an attempt to close off his access or
get some distance, but in reality all that happened was the parting of her
thighs and the darting of his tongue,
“Shit!” she squealed, trying desperately to get his face away, but he was like
a hungry dog and finally Dean just gripped her thighs and pinned them to the
dirty mattress so she was spread wide. “No!” but he pulled back from his
strange nuzzling, “What - what are you doing?” she cried, trying to clamp her
legs shut again.
Dean’s strength was indisputable, but his brow furrowed,
“Did you shave all your hair off?” the question brought her up short,
“Uh. . um yeah, everyone does it.” she stammered, feeling her face redden. Why
am I embarrassed, who cares what a rapist thinks. He chuckled,
“Well not everyone. .” he studied it,
“Do you not like it?” and as soon as it left her mouth the girl wanted to kill
herself, and Dean’s eyes snapped up to hers like he might have heard that
wrong,
“Do I not like it?” he repeated, but this time she stayed silent wondering why
the fuck that came out in the first place. Surprisingly enough Dean’s answer
wasn’t taunting, “To be honest baby, it don’t make a lick of difference to me
whether or not you’re shaved clean - gotta admit it’s pretty though.”
Oh. Dean lowered to hover over her center. The man inhaled deeply, closing his
eyes in what looked like bliss before he simply kissed her quivering mound. A
sharp inhale jerked her body,
“You like that?” he grinned, doing it again.
“Don’t hurt me. .” she whispered, unsure of his intentions, but he chuckled and
shook his head,
“Oh sweetheart. . this ain’t gonna hurt.” and then he licked her. One long
agonizing strip up her untouched slit that had her whole body failing. Again he
did it, and again, until she couldn’t even count anymore because Dean’s tongue
was wiggling into her folds like a hot little velvet spear.
“Sh - shit. .” she whimpered, unable to tear her gaze away from the feasting
man. That is until he sucked. Crystal’s clit was captured between his lips and
he watched her heave as he battered it with his tongue, before diving back in
and lapping everywhere.
Her legs began to quake, and she was slick in no time. . so much so that Dean
inserted a finger and she hardly even reacted except for a gasp.
“Feel good baby girl?” she couldn’t answer because he shoved a second finger in
hard enough to make her scream - she screamed again when he curled them. Sloppy
sounds were evident as Dean mauled her sex like a hungry bear, licking and
sucking in all the right places. Her clit, her opening, nibbling at her folds -
all while he scissored his fingers and rubbed at a tiny little pleasure nub
deep inside the girl.
Crystal was a writhing sobbing mess. And Dean made her come. Which ironically
enough, may be the worst part of all - how could she call it rape when
thundering crashes of pleasure were making her body hump down on him? How could
she call it rape when her virgin walls were squeezing his fingers so hard he
could barely move them?
How could I call it rape when it feels so fucking good. .?
“There we go, there we go. .” he mumbled, replacing his tongue with his thumb
and moving back up her spasming body as he rubbed and scissored her through the
orgasm. Crystal opened her eyes just in time to be roughly kissed by lips
covered in her slick, her arousal was potent on them and Dean made her taste
every last drop.
The sound of a zipper made her try and close her legs again, but Dean’s body
was insisted between them and made it impossible, she wailed into his mouth and
he pulled away,
“Aw, you’re gonna back out after all that?” he cocked his head and pinned her
with a sinister half smile, “That’s poor form sweetheart.” her eyes welled
again and she yelped when something brushed her glistening folds.
Dean hummed, rocking forward again to press his solid erection up against her
sex. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes closed, totally stiffening up for
whatever he was gonna do. . which to her shock was flip her over again, and he
did so very swiftly.
“Wha -” a swat to the ass silenced her as Dean rose up to his knees and
positioned himself between her legs again, spanking her once more when she
cried out at the sudden invasion of three fingers. It hurt. The thick digits
twisted around and wiggled inside,
“Ow. .” she wept while her muscles tried to push them out, but they stayed,
working her open harshly while she tried to stay quiet. “Ah -” another sharp
pain when he pulled his fingers, and she tried to look back only to have him
shove her face into the mattress.
“Better if you don’t see this,” he muttered, shifting back over her and
settling low, he didn’t bother making her get up on her knees - he could work
with this. Even while Crystal cried into the mattress she knew Dean was
probably right - most people didn’t want to see the bad thing coming - and
judging by how it felt on her thigh. . it would have only scared her.
When Crystal felt the unfamiliar head of his dick at her quivering opening, she
tried to sink further down into the mattress to get away from it.
It was too big - at least she thought so - much bigger than her fingers. . for
fuck’s sake it felt like someone was pushing a cucumber up against her pussy,
but that could just be her terrified mind at work. Who knows? She fisted the
thin sheet with a horrified whine,
“Chill out.” he clipped, pressing forward slightly,
“Wait I’m n- not ready! It’s too much!” yeah she was shrieking at him,
desperate for him to listen to her. “Dean please - please it’s too much. .” she
sobbed helplessly,
“Maybe so,” he licked at her neck again, grinding his erection into her a
little harder, “but you’re gonna take it like a good girl, cause remember what
happens if you don’t?” her voice was quiet,
“You’ll hurt me. .”
“That’s right baby.” he agreed huskily, “I can make this the type of pain
that’ll make you wanna die, cause I’ve been pretty easy on you so far haven’t
I?”
“Y-yes,” she sobbed, “please. . I’m scared. . please.” her whole body was
locked up, Dean could feel it. He sighed,
“Count back from ten, can you do that for me little girl?” her breath hitched,
“Yeah. .” his thumbs kneaded on her hips,
“Go ahead then.” she took a huge choppy inhale and shut her eyes tight,
“T-ten.” Dean twitched forward, spreading her slick lips over the head of his
dick - even he had to admit the fit looked questionable,
“Nine. .” she whined and he pushed forward enough to get the first inch in,
“Ah!” she screamed,
“Count.” he growled, rough hands pulled at the skin of her thighs to spread her
further open for him,
“Ei-eight,” again he nudged forward, eliciting another scream from her. Sure,
it might be less painful if he just did it in one brutal thrust, but he liked
this way better. It was more fun.
“Ah. . sev-ven -” that time he didn’t move, only let her adjust to the first
two inches, after a beat the girl moved on, “Six.” he pushed in another inch
allowing a low groan to fill the rundown cabin, “P-please Dean -”
“Shut up.” he snapped, “What comes after six?”
“No. .” every muscle in her pussy was constricted, but hearing the word no made
the Mark on Dean’s arm ignite - he growled at the burn and he lost his head
long enough to slam himself to the hilt.
Crystal’s scream might’ve been audible for miles, as he tore into her,
splitting her wide - maybe too wide - over his throbbing cock. She sobbed
beneath him,
“See what happens when you say no? Huh?” he was still, seated completely inside
of her, and it was like she was trying to push him out. The muscles seemed
confused, battling with this large foreign object that just tore away
innocence. Of course he easily stayed inside, she would lose this battle -
perhaps she already had.
The crazed Hunter tested the waters by rocking his hips up a little, eliciting
a gasp from the tortured girl,
“Please Dean, it hurts!” she wailed, suddenly scratching at the floor in front
of her like she could get away, before he clamped a hand over the back of her
neck and pulled out slightly, “Ah! No no don’t move!” she begged him through
her tears. To her increasing horror she chuckled,
“You trying to tell me how to fuck sweetheart? I don’t think so.” and with that
he plunged back in coaxing the tiny brunette into a harsh sobbing fit, but Dean
merely repeated the process, becoming gradually more rough with each thrust.
The noises that she was making began to sound uncertain, and they were. .
Crystal felt pain first and foremost, but with each pass Dean made it was
starting to subside, not by much but a little. It didn’t stop her from crying
out brokenly on every downward plunge or begging him endlessly to just let her
go. .
How would this have gone if I chose option one? It was difficult to imagine,
but she guessed that this could be worse. The head of Dean’s dick struck bottom
over and over, and it caused this strange feeling low in her belly. . a
tightening of sorts, but every time her sex clenched against him there was
pain.
“On your knees,” the man panted, “Now.” he helped her, and even paused his slow
thrusts long enough for her to get set, before plunging in at this new angle,
“Ah!” she cried, realizing he was hitting the spot his fingers massaged
earlier, only more roughly. “Oh! Oh God. .” she fell forward when her arms gave
out, but Dean supported her ass, and his thrusts sped up.
The bump and drag was beginning to feel good on her abused walls, and she found
herself panting and whining at the feel. Knowing exactly what she needed, Dean
leaned forward and grabbed her right hand to bring it down over her clit. He
used her fingers to press circles into the nub while he fucked into her harder,
“Dean!” she cried, “What. . it f-feels. .” she didn’t finish, probably couldn’t
think of the right word to explain the immediate tightening of her walls, or
because of the numbing pleasure that came from rubbing her sensitive little
clit.
“Keep that up for me,” he let go of her hand and she obeyed, not wanting to go
back to the pain that came from only his thrusts. Dean leaned back and sped up,
fucking up into her and connecting directly with her g-spot,
“O-oh! Please. .please. .please. .” she whimpered that word over and over,
rubbing her clit at a feverish pace with the rugged Hunter pounded into her
from behind.
When she arched her neck to peek at what was making her feel so good, she
glimpsed the shadowy underside of the show - his thick cock disappearing into
her over and over, his balls slapping against her circling fingers, and. . dark
red smeared all over the insides of her thighs. . coating his thick rod and
rubbing all over her fingers.
It was everywhere.
So she closed her eyes and tried to get lost in the sensation instead of the
reality. And the sensation was, Dean hitting her g-spot over and over again,
bottoming out repeatedly, and stretching her walls in a delicious way.
“Dean? Dean?” she was calling for him like a lost puppy, frightened of these
sensations that she’d never felt before. If only it wasn’t with such a ruthless
man, “I think. . I think I’m gonna -”
“Go ahead sweetheart, push your ass up a little bit baby girl.” she obeyed,
screaming at how much deeper it felt. Her pussy constricted and suctioned on
him, creating a tight tunnel that he kept ruining, “There ya go -” he grunted
smacking her hand away and capturing her clit for himself.
The girl gripped his wrist as he worked her nub expertly and with one final
pinch her upper body bucked upward as she came screaming and sobbing.
“DEAN!” she shrieked his name, collapsing back down to her face as he fucked
her orgasm ruthlessly. Electric pleasure pulses prevented her body from
relaxing, and it took her a full minute to realize that she was biting the edge
of the mattress.
It took forever to come down completely and just as she did the brutal man
thrust deeper than he ever had and gave a guttural roar as he himself spilled
over the edge. Dean and Crystal shuddered and panted together, waiting for the
flames to die down. . and when they did Crystal realized something just as Dean
pulled himself from her surprisingly gently,
“You. . inside. .” she panted, gasping when his mouth sealed over her pussy,
“I’m bleeding!” she screamed, but he shoved his tongue inside and swirled,
“Stop it!” she managed to tear herself away from him and ended up falling off
of the mattress and careening into the wall. His stubbled face was covered in
dark red blood but he looked relaxed as ever,
“What were you saying?” he licked his lips and withdrew his huge machete from
his thigh holster,
“You. . you came inside of me. .” she whispered, eyeing the weapon with a pit
forming in her heart. Dean rocked to his feet and buttoned his jeans, shaking
the blade at her casually,
“See. . I think I forgot to mention what happens after I fuck ya.” her face
paled, “Long story short, you don’t gotta worry bout a little come in your
cunt.” tears began to stream down her cheeks, making her eyes burn, “Aw, why
the tears baby?” he grinned,
“You - you raped me. .” she looked down at her blood soaked thighs, “and now y-
you’re gonna kill me.” she sobbed,
“Smart girl,” he clipped, but then looked thoughtful, “You agreed to give it to
me though as I recall.” she wiped her nose, sniveling miserably,
“That isn't the same thing.” she finally met his murderous greens, “You know
that isn’t the same thing.” and he shrugged fingering the sharp blade of his
machete, when out of nowhere man’s voice called out in the twilight,
“Dean? Dean!” Crystal blinked a couple times, sort of coming back from her fear
coma at the notion that someone might be here to save her. At first she thought
she'd imagined the voice, but the mystery man yelled again, “Dean, where are
you?!”
“HELP!” she screamed suddenly, getting up on all fours, “HELP ME PLEASE!”
“Dean. . .?” the man was clearly worried about this monster in front of her,
“Oh God please help me! He’s gonna kill me -” Dean stepped up swiftly and boxed
the side of her head with a light yet painful fist, eliciting a yelp of pain,
“Shut the fuck up.” he growled, “God dammit. . you little bitch.” heavy running
footsteps hit the porch, and she sobbed with relief that only grew when Dean
moved back to turn to the mangled door,
“Hello?” the voice called again,
“In here!” the girl cried hopefully only to be pinned with an eye full of rage
clouded green orbs. She was silenced by them, and Dean sneered at the fear on
her face, Crystal managed to tear her gaze away to see the other man standing
in the door gaping at the explicit sight.
Seeing him, so huge and built made her gut twist up with another bout of fear,
but what he said erased it quickly,
“You. . . Dean you didn’t. . .” he breathed, taking in the bloodied girl with
her panties thrown across the room. Dean sneered,
“Sure did Sammy, if only you woulda come sooner. Fuck. . kid was tight too.” he
grumbled adjusting himself in his jeans, she whimpered and closed her eyes, her
lips were pressed into a thin line. And her tearstained face burned red at his
words.
“Dean. Get away from her. Now.” Dean glared down at the girl for a moment
before making the snap decision to yank her off the floor by her hair. She
screamed at the burning between her thighs and her tearing roots.
Sam roared, “Get the fuck off of her Dean!” Crystal’s clamped eyes snapped open
at the deafening shout to find Dean smirking down on her,
“Please let me go. .” she begged, succeeding in making his smile wider. The
violent man leaned down close to her ear and whispered,
“Night night sweetheart.” the last thing she saw was his huge cut up fist
flying at her face, and the last thing she felt was blinding pain before it all
went black. 
But the last thing she hoped was that the man named Sam would save her.
After all she could only hope.
Chapter End Notes
     Yes I know, it ended on a cliffhanger. . Sorry to say this is the
     only chapter I'm writing on this one, but I think it's safe to assume
     Sam saves her and she comes out okay in the end! <3
     As always, comments and feedback are encouraged, I love to hear what
     you all think :)
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     lovelies~
***** Mitigation of Evil *****
Chapter Summary
     It's been two months since the attack. Two months and Crystal is
     barely holding on to her sanity. Choosing to hide in her home away
     from the world, is the only conscious decision she seems to be able
     to make. So what happens when the object of her torment waltzes up
     her front steps and rings the doorbell?
Chapter Notes
     Finally I've got it out! Hope it's worth the wait - thank you for
     sticking with me!! <3
     I know I said it was only a one-shot, but I felt so sorry for this
     fictional girl that I had to follow up with another chapter. Some
     triggers apply here, so read at your own risk ;)
     Thanks to everyone who follows my stories, it's pretty cool to see
     familiar psueds in the comment section :) Love ya all <3
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had been two months.
Two months had passed since she’d woken up alone in a hospital bed with
injuries that had rendered her temporarily bedridden, and a hastily scrawled
note reading simply “if you want answers”, along with a phone number, tucked
under her pillow.
Crystal never told anyone that her rapist's name was Dean. Nor that her
savior’s name was Sam. The details of the assault had been securely locked up
in the young girl’s mind for her to relive every moment she would be left
alone, and every time she would fall asleep.
His deep voice snuck into her ears in the moments she least expected: Often
when she was in the shower, his baritone vibrations would mingle with the water
stream, or when the radio was on she swore he was calling her “baby girl” under
the tones of the song.
But the silence. . well that was worst of all.
Crystal refused to tell anyone what had happened to her that torturous night in
the cabin. Not even her mother, who’s very name she sobbed out repeatedly
during the life wrecking assault.
The girl was determined to forget.
Within the past two months, a certain question was asked a lot, “aren’t you
angry?” She supposed there would come a time when she stopped being afraid of
her own shadow and grew a pair, maybe she would seek out sexual predators and
exact revenge on them for what Dean had done. As if it would serve as closure.
However in this moment, as she sat in her room, more or less healed from Dean’s
brutal ravaging, she was only frightened. Of everything. Everything.
The girl hadn’t been outside since she had been taken home from the ICU, which
was going on five weeks. Her parents had pulled her out of school, she hadn’t
talked to anyone but her mother since the “accident”, and she didn’t make it to
Rose’s funeral. Her best friend.
Crystal was only a shell of who she was before Dean Winchester had swaggered
into her life and raped her. The note from Sam was kept on her person at all
hours of the day, and her mother had long ago stopped trying to read it - after
Crystal lashed out at her that is.
Police would come and go. . they all seemed to have different tactics to try
and get her to speak: Gentleness was the first one, female empowerment a close
second, anger came next, and finally guilt. “Don’t you want to put away the man
that killed Rose? She was your best friend, don’t you care about her?” 
Those talks hurt, but she still couldn’t bring herself to speak, in fact she
did a fabulous job of pretending the detectives didn’t even exist.
In the present, the doorbell sounded distant to her ears, and at first she
didn’t even acknowledge it. Caught up in her bloodcurdling reverie, it took a
lot more than a shrill chime to tear her out of the clutches of the brutal
green eyed man.
Right now in fact, he was forcing her to count down from ten as he pushed
himself inside of her inch by inch. Just like that night, he wasn’t stopping no
matter how hard she cried, how much she begged. Merciless. She never thought a
human being could be so. . merciless.
._._.“please._._I’m_scared._._please.”_her_whole_body_was_locked_up._He_sighed,
“Count_back_from_ten,_can_you_do_that_for_me_little_girl?”_her_breath_hitched,
“Yeah._.”_his_thumbs_kneaded_on_her_hips,
“Go_ahead_then.”_she_took_a_huge_choppy_inhale_and_shut_her_eyes_tight,
“T-ten.”_Dean_twitched_forward,_spreading_her_slick_lips_over_the_head_of_his
dick_-
“Nine._.”_she_whined_and_he_pushed_forward_enough_to_get_the_first_inch_in,
“Ah!”_she_screamed,
“Count.”_he_growled,_rough_hands_pulled_at_the_skin_of_her_thighs_to_spread_her
further_open_for_him,
“E-eight,”_again_he_nudged_forward,_eliciting_another_scream_from_her.
“Ah._._sev-ven_-”_that_time_he_didn’t_move_and_after_a_beat_the_girl_moved_on,
“Six.”_he_pushed_in_another_inch,_allowing_a_low_groan_to_fill_the_rundown
cabin,_“P-please_Dean_-”
“Shut_up.”_he_snapped,_“What_comes_after_six?”
“No._.”_every_muscle_in_her_pussy_was_constricted,_but_hearing_the_word_no_made
the_Mark_on_Dean’s_arm_ignite_-_he_growled_at_the_burn_and_he_lost_his_head
long_enough_to_slam_himself_to_the_hilt._._.
DING!
She jumped, wiping a tear away hastily, and uncurling her legs from her chest.
“Momma?” she called, “Someone’s at the door. .” no one answered her, in fact
the whole house was silent. If she had been fully responsive about half an hour
ago, she would have heard her mother tell her that she was leaving for work,
that she would be back at 8, and to call if she needed anything at all.
“Mom?” she called again, very slowly slipping out of bed onto shaky legs. DING!
It startled her again and she slowly made her way to the front of the house,
hugging each doorjamb she passed like an old friend.
A note caught her eye on the little table by the door and she squeezed the one
that she still had in her hand subconsciously, wondering for the millionth time
since her attack what kind of answers Sam would even give her. After all there
wasn’t really a question: His brother was a murderer and a rapist, and she was
in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Loud knocking took up on the other side of the door, apparently her visitor had
given up on the doorbell. Swallowing thickly, Crystal crept toward the front
door, reading her mother’s note before putting her ear up to the wood. “If you
get scared, come down to the store and sit with me. Love you.”
Well there was never a moment where Crystal wasn’t scared, so it seemed like
sort of a pointless note. Another bout of knocking made her breath hitch. Why
aren’t they just leaving already?
“W-who. . who is it?” for some reason she whispered it, and was only answered
with another round of knocks. Of course the person hadn’t heard her. So she
cleared her throat and tried again, “Who is it?” after a pregnant pause, a
strange sounding male voice stuttered,
“Uh mailman. I need your signature.” she paused for a moment,
“C-can you slide the paper under the door?” shuffling happened outside, and she
hoped he was doing it, but instead heard him clear his throat rather
uncomfortably,
“I’m not really supposed to do that. .” Why not? She racked her brain to
understand why that would be against the rules, but all Crystal could focus on
was how strange this man’s voice sounded. Unnatural. “Look, it’ll only take a
second.” taking a deep breath, she nodded as if he could see her.
“Uh okay. . yeah okay.”this was part of healing right? Opening the door for the
first time could be a huge step into feeling okay again. The knob jiggled on
her trembling fingers.
Just the mailman, just the mailman. . With that as her mantra, she pulled open
the front door. And froze. Standing before her wasn’t the mailman at all. . it
was a big man wearing an army green jacket, flannel, jeans, work boots. . and
the most devastatingly familiar face of all.
Dean Winchester.
She was gaping, frozen and silent with shocked terror. This can’t be real. .
it’s another nightmare, it isn’t real! His hands were out in front of him,
green eyes maybe as wide as hers.
“I need to have a talk with you Crystal,” the only reason she hadn’t slammed
the door in his face was because the sight of him, so real and so threatening,
had crippled her with fear. She could only shake on locked knees. Dean appeared
conflicted, his brow was creased with an emotion that she had never seen on his
beautifully evil face before.
He spoke again, “I. .” he watched her closely, no doubt seeing how hard she was
quaking, before finishing his sentence, “I saw your mom leave for work. . you
know,  like she does, and I’ve been waiting to get you alone for a while. So we
can talk. It’s been hard to get myself to the front door here. .”
He looked a little embarrassed about that admission, kneading his big hands as
he was. Those same ones that caused her so much pain. She was still frozen. Why
can't I fucking move? What a useless defense mechanism.
After a moment he continued, squinting his eyes minutely at her lack of
response.
“Sam said I was crazy for even doing this but. . .” he finally focused on her,
crumbling before him in the doorway, “Crystal?” her open mouth twitched a
little, and her eyes pricked with horrified tears.
Here he was, her biggest fear standing in front of her, on her fucking doorstep
like a boy about to take her to prom.
“I. . I. .” at the tiniest hint of alliteration, Dean bowed down slightly with
a little step forward, tilting his head slightly to the side so he might be
able to hear her,
“What’s that now?” he asked softly, apparently not realizing what that little
decrease in distance was doing to her sanity,
“I -” and a clipped low sob chopped out of her throat, to which Dean
straightened completely with almost bewildered eyes. More airy cuts came out of
her mouth before she said so softly, and so helplessly, “p-please. . please no.
. .”
Dean’s mouth dropped open like he wasn’t sure what to say to that, and if
Crystal had been in her right mind, she might have seen the look of sheer
heartbreak glittering in his eyes. As it was, there was no way that she could
see this man as anything but a monster - he couldn’t have been human.
Not with what he did to me.
So when the big man took another step forward, Crystal let out a scream worthy
of a slasher fic and finally threw the door at him,
“Woah, woah!” he called, stepping forward to wedge his boot in the door, so he
could grip the edge. Which of course only sent her fear skyrocketing.
“NO STAY AWAY FROM ME!” she shrieked as she tried to close the door with all of
her strength and weight. But if there was one thing she knew about Dean, it was
that he was heinously strong.
The door wouldn’t close, “HELP!” she screamed, shoving and ramming herself
against the door to close it. Everything was blurry with tears,
“Hey!” he yelled, and then blinked with the effort to make his voice soft
toward her, “Calm down sweetheart, it’s okay.” “Go_ahead_sweetheart,_push_your
ass_up_a_little_bit_baby_girl.”
“No!” she tried once more to push the door closed, only to have Dean finally
give up on  being gentle and shoulder his way in, making her stumble backward
further into the living room.
The girl fell back on the arm of the couch in a scrambling panic, that had her
toppling to the floor in a heap.
She was already sobbing hard enough to jolt her body with each wretch. Dean
easily slid the rest of the way into the foyer, watching her cry hysterically
on the floor of her living room as he gently shut the door behind him.
The click of the lock got her attention, and she peeked over her shoulder
hoping that maybe he had left, only to see him standing rigidly at the door
watching her carefully. . He looked the same as that day, she thought he might
even be wearing the same outfit.
Her stomach was cramping with terror, this was just like her nightmares except
now it was very real.
“Oh God. .” she sobbed, “Oh God please no. .” again he put his hands out,
taking a small step forward only to retract when she flailed in panic and hit
the side of the couch.
In her haste to get away, the young girl sent a lamp crashing to the hardwood
floor, it shattered right next to her and sent little pieces skittering as far
as his boots. Dean sighed and looked to the ceiling as if her reaction to
seeing him was difficult to watch.
“Crystal just listen -”
“HELP!” she shrieked for the second time, her heart was beating a mile a
minute,
“Hey quiet down,” he was speaking softly, but he moved near again, “I can’t
have people finding me here.”
“Stay away,” she pled, clutching the side of the sofa with her legs poised to
kick at him if he took another step, “Help me, somebody please!”
“Son of a bitch,” he seemed to go lax with indecision, but came forward when
she screamed again to pull her away from the couch. At his touch, Crystal’s
mind blanked on everything except screaming.
The girl wailed and struggled with her former rapist as he positioned her in
the middle of the living room floor and straddled her with a heavy hand over
her mouth.
“NO!” it was muffled by his fingers, and she went limp with fear at being in
such a familiar position with the ruthless man. It’s happening again.
Loudly weeping into his big hand, the girl squeezed her leaking eyes shut and
brought both hands down to cover her clothed sex, unable to imagine him doing
anything else other than ripping her night shorts off, and tearing her to
shreds again.
She was begging already, babbling senselessly into his hand and shaking her
head from side to side as her senses were flooded with nothing but Dean. His
presence, his scent, his breathing, his touch, and now his voice,
“Shh, hey you’re okay,” it went in one ear and out the other, “I’m not trying
to hurt you, I swear to God.” he might as well had not been saying a single
word, because beneath him Crystal was reliving every second of his first
attack.
The humiliation, the fear, the pain. . Dean noticed the wetness before she even
did, “What the. .?” he rose up from her a little to find a puddle spreading
across the hardwood from her hips.
She pissed herself.
“Shit kid. .” he muttered as he watched it spread. If she would have had her
eyes open she might have seen the crushing guilt in his features, but Dean knew
it was going to take a lot more to get through to her now.
So he ignored the warmth on his shins and knees, and leaned back down to speak
softly,
“If it take my hand away, will you scream?” she startled at his voice anyway.
When she nodded her head “yes” he actually found it in him to smile a little,
but it was only for a moment, “I’m gonna take my head away, alright Crystal?
Don’t scream, or I’ll put it back.”
She sobbed hopelessly, too terrified to feel anything else, but Dean slowly
removed his hand watching as she opened her eyes. The girl cringed at how close
he was, but when she spoke it was quiet,
“P-please, I don’t know what you want, but please don’t hurt me. .” she
sniveled while Dean’s heart just bled above her, then she started getting loud
again, “I - I can’t take it - please don’t hurt me again!”  
“Can’t_take_it,_huh?”_a_bout_of_genuine_chuckling_trickled_out_from_above_her,
and_her_eyes_squeezed_closed_against_silent_anguished_sobs._“Fuck,_that’s_the
point_babe,_I’m_gonna_make_you_take_it._Come_on,_you_can_do_better_than_that,
what_else_ya_got_for_me?”
“NO-O-O!” that big hand slammed over her mouth again, hard enough that she
tasted blood, because Dean was getting flustered with her hysterics. Crystal
began to thrash at the hint of violence, flailing her arms and kicking her legs
up beneath him, while he tried fruitlessly to calm her.
What was he thinking coming here?
A sizeable shard of glass from the fallen lamp found it’s way into her palm,
stinging just enough to make her yelp, but not enough to quell her struggles.
In fact, the wailing teenager swung that very hand right at Dean’s face with
the idea that she could gouge an eye out if she aimed for it.
However, years of hunting made his reflexes undeniably sound, and he caught the
movement almost before she even decided on it, raising up off of her to dodge
the oncoming piece of jagged glass.
So instead of plunging into one of his wild greens, Crystal’s crude weapon
caught him across the chest, tearing his shirt and drawing a scream from her as
it dug impossibly deeper into her palm.
The big Hunter hissed at the slicing sting and for the very first time since
Crystal opened the door, he seemed angry.
“Son of a bitch!” he growled, sitting back on his heels and dabbing at the
wound with one hand. He was so focused on the fact that he’d just been wounded,
that he didn’t notice the near bone crushing grip he had on Crystal’s
weaponized wrist, or the fact that the small girl had stopped struggling all
together.
When he did, he looked into the most terrified expression he’d ever seen on a
person; wide and wet, her baby blues screamed without sound, begged without
words, and leaked out the panic in her soul without relent.
Instantly he let up on his grip a little, and tried to quell the anger rolling
in his gut that naturally came with pain,
“Hey,” it sounded strained, “you’re alright kid. . stay just like this, stay
calm. .” she wasn’t even hearing him, he knew that, and watching her
practically vibrate against the wood floor helped him finally snap to a
decision. This is why he was here. “Alright girl, let’s getcha up.”
“No, no, no, no,” she was whimpering, repeating that word at him with tears
running down her face as he rose up slowly from his knees. Of course Crystal
didn’t trust him.
All she saw was the man who brutalized her - the same one she dreamt about
night after scarring night - towering over her, blocking out the overhead light
of her living room.
Monster.
Keeping his hold on her thin wrist, Dean reached down to grip her opposite
elbow, and managed, with no help from her, to hoist her up from the floor. She
was limp, shaking, and standing in a puddle of her own urine.
It didn’t help that when Dean lifted the neck of his t-shirt to once again
inspect his wound, she caught a dark look flash in his rippling green irises.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered immediately, looking down at her bare feet when his
gaze lifted,
“What’s that now?” his voice was low and gruff just like she remembered, and
she closed her eyes tight against the pool of dread that the sound created,
“Please. .” she trembled, “I’m s-sorry.” the answer took a long time to come
for some reason, and when it did, it was unsure and sad,
“S’okay,” and a pause where she could feel those fire-like eyes raking over her
body, “It’s nothin’.” it took a lot of courage to look at him, and maybe it
wasn’t the smartest thing to do, because it only took about two seconds after
opening her eyes for the girl to start breathing heavily again.
I can’t believe he’s in my house. . This can’t be happening. Still not
releasing her wrist, Dean asked as softly and gently as he could manage,
“Where’s your room, Crystal?” but the phrasing was all wrong and he realized
what it sounded like as soon as she started shaking her head and trying to back
away,
“No. . no -” again she repeated that single word, the word that should have
made Dean stop that night. That word that was supposed to protect her from
unwanted advances like his. She knew better than anyone though that Dean
wouldn’t listen to it, wouldn’t hear it for what it was - a plea, a command.
He huffed, eyeing that jagged shard sticking out of her palm,
“Alright, guess I’ll just find it myself then.” and with that, Crystal was
forced to walk in front of him back down the hallway from whence she came,
blubbering like a baby. Or like a girl who just bumped into the man that
forcefully took her virginity in a bloody show of violence.
Dominance.
Dean hesitated with her by the base of the stairs, “I’m guessing upstairs?” he
asked, receiving no answer of course, “Am I warm or cold sweetheart?”
Only miserable hitching of breath filled the silence,
“Upstairs it is then.” and with a hand still trapping her arm, he walked her
ahead of him up the stairs, pausing whenever she appeared ready to fall with
fright. Which was more than once.
Finally she spoke, it was shrill and desperate,
“Please. . Please, please -” Dean tried to ignore her. He paused to scan the
multiple doors upstairs, spying a room with her name drawn in pretty pink
cursive on the door.
“Shh, shh,” he hushed her, but as soon as he moved forward again, the girl dug
her heels into the carpet,
“No! No please don’t hurt me!” she suddenly convulsed like she was about to be
sick all over the floor. He pulled her back up by her arm, half dragging her
through her bedroom door and wincing once at the shriek she let loose when she
saw her bed, then again at the painful looking retching her stomach was putting
her through,
“Try to calm down -”
“Pl -please don’t hurt me!” - another violent gag - “Dean please not again - I
- I - just k-kill me! Oh God, j-just kill me. . .” and with that she sunk to
her knees, refusing to walk on her own two feet for another damn step.
She wouldn’t walk right into the scene of her second rape - for God’s sake she
wasn’t that thick.
“Nobody’s killing anybody.” Dean snapped, coming off a little more harsh than
he meant to. Crystal just continued to quietly cry, as he held up half of her
body from the floor, “Come on, stand up kid.”
He jerked on her a little, but she only whimpered, unable to do much else. She
could smell the acidic scent of her own soil soaking her shorts, and hiccuped
in miserable humiliation, wishing that the man would just let go of her arm and
leave her alone.
Of course that wouldn’t happen. Why would it? Instead a loud pent up sigh
exploded from Dean, and she held her breath waiting to hear what he had
planned.
“How about a shower, huh?” his hand loosened a little, and he slowly crouched
down beside her to brush the hair away from her eyes. She was still trained on
the floor though, “Does that sound nice? We can get you some fresh clothes, and
I’ll take care of this glass in your hand. I’ve got a kit in my trunk. .”
-_“Doesn’t_this_place_have_any_extra_goddamned_rope?”_he_complained_swiveling
on_his_heel_to_make_for_the_door,_“Be_right_back_babydoll,_looks_like_I_gotta
get_some_from_my_trunk.”_he_paused_halfway_out_the_door_as_if_something_just
occurred_to_him,_“Got_any_preference_to_rope_or_handcuffs?”_-
Dean could feel her shake a little harder but didn’t understand why. Again she
said very softly,
“Please. . .” his brow furrowed and he nodded in what he hoped was an
encouraging way,
“Alright, alright. .” he murmured, unsure what he was answering to, and
gathered up her wounded hand to inspect the shard sticking out. If he was
lucky, all he’d have to do is pull it out. He just hoped none of it broke off
in her palm.
Something told him she wouldn’t sit still for him if  he had to dig around in
there.
Since she seemed to be in some sort of trance, Dean very carefully, while
watching her face close, pinched the glass shard between his fingers and took a
deep steadying breath.
“Sorry sweetheart.” and then he yanked.
Whatever flashback or waking coma she was in, was shattered by the sudden pain.
Her scream rattled his eardrums and she was looking at him now with more focus
than she ever had. For some reason her big blue eyes held betrayal alongside
the expected outrage.
Crystal cradled her bleeding hand to her chest, looking at him with a gaping
mouth - had the situation been different, Dean might have thought it was cute,
because she was staring at him much the same way a child would stare at a
parent that just pulled a sliver on the count of two instead of the promised
three.
“D-Dean.” that was all she said, but her eyes were clear for once so he held
them with his, and nodded gently,
“That’s right.” because he didn’t really know how to respond. “Let’s get you
cleaned up girl, do you want help to the bathroom?” she only stared, her eyes
widening noticeably when Dean rose to his full height.
He realized how intimidating he must look from that angle. So he carefully
offered her a hand. She flinched, making the tiniest noise of fear Dean had
ever heard while she just watched his hand like it might strike her out of
nowhere.
“It’s okay. . I'm not gonna hurt you. .” he murmured low, trying to soothe her
with his deep voice alone, and gently shook his hand in prompt.
She swallowed, never taking her eyes off of that hand, “Wh-what are you gonna
do?”
“Nothing.” he promised firmly, “I swear to God. Nothing you don’t want.” when
she still didn’t move he couldn’t help but get a little impatient, “Come on, we
gotta take care of that cut. The glass couldn't have been too clean.”
As soon as Dean saw that she was struggling with getting up on her own, he
stooped forward to help only to have her stumble back haphazardly,
“Wait, don’t touch me!” it packed venom, but she looked about as terrified as a
kitten surrounded by bulldogs. Nevertheless, Dean raised his hands and stepped
back from her.
“Okay. I won’t touch you.” he promised, “I just want to help you.” her nostrils
flared with her labored breaths, and she was hunched over protectively, fingers
clenched into fists on her chest.
Dean hated to see a girl so beaten down and frightened. All he wanted to do was
protect her, hold her, but he couldn’t because he was the monster in this
story.
He backed off slowly toward her connecting bathroom,
“I’m gonna get the hot water goin’.” he nodded placatingly, “why don’t you grab
some clothes to change into, huh? We’ll get you out of those wet pants.” and
before she could even react he shook his head quickly, “I mean - no - you’ll
get yourself out of those pants. I - I won’t do anything like that - I mean
unless you need help - but I - ah Jesus I’ll shut up.” and with that he turned
swiftly into the bathroom and left Crystal alone to collect new clothes.
It was like her body was on autopilot. She moved about her room like a zombie
grabbing night shorts and a tank top, perhaps without even taking a breath.
Honestly she was worried that if she refused to do anything that Dean even
lightly suggested, it would anger him and she would be right back in that cabin
with a monster.
So when he came out of the bathroom and made a gesture for her to enter, she
did so out of pure will to live.
She looked up at him though, “This. .  there’s no lock on this door.” it was a
very soft shaky whisper, but he nodded immediately understanding what she was
afraid of.
“It might as well have one,” he assured, “I’m not coming in there sweetheart, I
promise.” she stared at him guardedly, and she noticed the first hint of
impatience trace across his features, “Come on now, in ya go.”
She scurried in immediately.
                                      **
The shower was numb. Crystal barely even felt the water, but she was somehow
able to go through the motions and wash away the urine on her thighs and ass.
It was a strange place to be, wondering if Dean would be angry for how long she
was taking in the shower, but also not wanting to face him back in the bedroom.
The chilling water was the only thing that chased her out of the shower, and
then she was staring at the clothes she’d grabbed, and taking a lengthy amount
of time to put them on. Sam's note was forgotten on the sink.
God please let him be gone when I get out there. . please just let whole thing
be a hallucination.
Honestly she’d rather be crazy than at Dean Winchester’s mercy for the second
time in her life. Needless to say it took about 20 minutes for her to work up
the nerve to open the door. . and what she saw when she did, didn’t ease her
terror in the slightest.
There at the edge of her bed, rummaging through a rather large first aid kit
was Dean. . Dean minus a shirt.
Instead of yelling or being literate, Crystal only whined, drawing his
attention from threading a large curved needle. With wide green eyes he watched
her hugging the doorway, waiting for something to happen. Somehow she found her
voice, but it was defeated and quaky,
“Dean you - you said you wouldn’t. .” she trailed off, shaking in the doorway,
too frozen to cower back into the bathroom like she wanted. At first he
appeared confused by her words, then all at once he realized what the problem
was when he followed her gaze to his strong chest.
There was an interesting tattoo over his heart, something that appeared to the
teen as satanic. Yet another thing to make her uncomfortable. Just under that
was the injury where she'd cut him, it was barely bleeding from her attack.
“Oh. Oh. No, no it’s alright!” he dropped the needle and put his hands up, “I’m
only changing - I - you - I got piss all over my jeans and blood on my shirt so
I - ah fuck it, hang on.” he was awful at explaining himself, so instead her
former attacker just grabbed his white t-shirt from her bed and pulled it
quickly over his head,
“See? Nothin’ scary.” he started to approach with his hands up again,
“Everything’s fine sweetheart. . Can I get a look at that hand?”
She swallowed, “No.” his shoulders fell a little, and his lips pressed together
in just a hint of irritation. In true toddler fashion, Crystal hid her hand
behind her back. Dean noted it and stopped advancing, instead he asked gently,
“Why don’t you come out here kiddo?” they both winced at that pet name, it
seemed inappropriate given the circumstances. He shook it off, “Come on, we
need to. . talk. That’s why I’m here.” He tried a reassuring smile, but she
still didn’t budge.
Just as he was about to prompt her again, Crystal said very quietly and very
softly,
“I’m scared.”
Dean’s response was immediate, “I know. That’s okay.” He nodded, wide soleful
eyes doing a lot of the work, “Just take a step out, I’m not gonna do a thing,”
as if to reaffirm the promise he put his hands up, “See? Harmless.”
She could have laughed at that.Harmless? Please. Tell that to the nurse that
took care of me for almost two months.Nevertheless, the young girl stepped out
of the small bathroom onto the carpet with the thought in her mind that Dean
would hurt her no matter what, she might as well do as he says so he might
continue to be kind.
It still felt like an act.
“Atta girl,” he praised, holding out his hand at half mast, “come sit with me
sweetheart.” Glancing worriedly at his hand, she left it hanging but still
moved toward him as he asked, jumping with a tiny squeak when he lightly
touched her elbow to guide her.
Toward the bed. He was taking her toward the bed. . He’s taking me to bed!!!
“Nnnnn. .” she balked, shaking her head and already beginning to cry again. It
didn’t take much these days. Dean naturally gripped her elbow harder and
insisted, it was only Dean’s nature to be in command, he had virtually no
experience working with a victim to this degree - no way to know what might set
her off. “No - no,” she dug her heels in,
The rough hunter pushed, “Come on, just right over here -”
“No!” she finally cried, whipping her head back and forth, “No please not again
- I-I can’t take it again!” Dean totally froze.
“Whoa, whoa!” he tried to be as gentle as possible while she fought with him,
she was just as weak as he remembered, “Relax. . shh. . I’m not gonna hurt ya
girl -”
“NO!” she screamed that time, and again he was concerned for the neighbors, but
instead of trying to silence her by force again, Dean wracked his brain for a
solution, "Please don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me. . Oh God please.
." 
“What’s the matter Crystal?” he murmured over her whimpers of struggling
effort, “Shh, shh, deep breaths for me. .” surprisingly enough she took them,
“What’s the matter?”
“T-th-th - b-b-b” she was shaking so hard, it was resonating up his hard
forearm,
“Hey, it’s okay - couple more breaths for me sweetie,” again she tried to
relax, almost succeeding that time.
Finally she managed, “T-the b-b-bed.”
“The. . bed?” he repeated slowly,
“Please I can’t -” she whimpered, cutting herself off with panicked whoosing
breaths, and it took Dean a full two minutes to understand: she doesn’t want to
be on a bed with you.Well that actually made a whole lot of sense when he
thought about it,
“Okay, okay. . alright,” he was gentle, coaxing, “how about we have a seat on
the floor then sweetheart? Would that be alright?” this was hard for him.
Harder than it should have been. Dean Winchester - even without the Mark - just
normal Dean Winchester, was not a gentleman by any means.
This territory was all foreign, and it was just. . it was just hard.
“K-kay.” she sniveled meekly, scared out of her mind. She was only trying to
please him. Don't make him mad, don't make him mad. . I'm gonna die this time.
He'll kill me this time.
Together, sort of awkwardly, they both lowered to the floor beside the bed,
sitting crisscross in front of one another like some kind of fucked up slumber
party.
Only Dean wasn’t about to play truth or dare, or ask her who her crush was - no
- he was about to try and stitch up her hand; the one that was sliced open when
she tried to kill him with a shard of glass. It was that kind of party.
So reaching up and dragging the duffle bag down with him, he tried not to feel
nervous or irritated even with how hard she was staring at him. Crystal’s
swimming blue eyes were wide and locked right on his face like he was some kind
of wild animal set to attack. . like he was a monster. Dean knew that he was.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, watching him fix up a needle and wet some
cotton with alcohol. Only when she noisily sucked some snot up into her runny
nose did he glance at her, it seemed like it was hard for him to speak,
“Gotta stitch up that hand, don’t want it to get infected.” she cupped the
injury protectively,
“I-I don’t wanna do that.” it was soft and frightened, but Dean payed it no
mind. After all it was how he’d expect a little girl to react to the prospect
of being poked with a needle over and over.
“Shocker.” he grumbled, shifting forward to hold out his hand to her, “Here,
let’s have a look.” she didn’t move and she didn’t speak, only watched him with
those haunted eyes while protecting her cut from him. The answer was so clearly
“no”. “Come on kid, I don’t wanna make a big deal out of this - five minutes
and we’re done.”
That expression and voice were both so stern it made her tummy roll,
“Will it hurt?” it was a tiny whimper,
“Yes,” he admitted, “but I won’t take long.” When no answer came, he leaned in
even closer to catch her falling eyes again, “I’ll be as gentle as I possibly
can, I promise.” He looked so earnest. . so patient that it was hard to not
trust him.
Before she could remind herself who this was, her little injured hand was
voluntarily resting in one of Dean’s huge ones. The pain started with the
alcohol swab, she hissed at the burn and jumped when Dean leaned down to gently
blow cool air onto it, soothing the sting.
Their eyes connected, hers full of surprise and his full of candor. It was so
mesmerizing that she only stopped looking at his face long after he broke eye
contact, when he pierced the torn skin of her palm,
“Ow!” She yelped, jerking suddenly only to be held still by his vice like grip
on her wrist. Throughout the agonizing ten stitches, Dean didn’t say a word,
and Crystal worked hard to keep every sound in every time he sunk the sharp tip
into her flesh.
There were however, torrents of silent tears pouring from her eyes - the man
had to have seen them. Snivels and hiccups from the little girl made Dean’s
chest ache, he didn’t want to hurt her like this, and it was hard not to wrap
her into a hug or something.
The only thing stopping him was that it would terrify her.
Finally, the thread was tied off and Dean began to wrap her up with gauze. His
lips pushed out slightly while he worked, and when he spoke, his low deep voice
sounded deafening after such long silence,
“We have to talk about this kid, you know that right?” Of course she knew what
“this” meant, and she really didn’t want to think about it. . even though she
constantly was.
“I-I don’t want to.” She admitted, wincing when he pressed on the stitches too
hard. “I can’t.”
“Then I’ll do the talking.” The older man suggested, “You don’t gotta say a
thing.” The gauze was taped and Dean gently laid her bandaged hand in her lap
before letting it go. He swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, 
“Crystal. . when I found you in that cabin -”
“No. No. . I can't.” she whipped her head from side to side, still trying to
scootch back from him, but he held fast to her arms. She couldn’t hear about it
- damn it, all she wanted was to forget!
Why did he have to come here?
“Crystal listen.” he spoke low, trying to soothe even though her tears were
loud, “Listen - when I found you that night, it - it wasn’t me. . I mean it was
but - but it wasn’t - fuck. . How do I say this. .” he looked to the floor and
shook his head softly, the girl’s tears had slowed to only hiccups and tiny
snivels.
She was watching him, hating the feeling of his hands on her, but at least
making an effort to cast that aside.
“W-what do you mean?” her voice, so even for once, surprised him but Dean shook
off his shock and took advantage of it,
“This is going to sound crazy to you, but please. . just hear me out.” she
stared, still visibly shaking, and he sailed on, “I - there was this. . curse I
guess you could call it. A mark on my arm that changed who I was - made me into
a man that craved violence - blood - made me into something I’m not.”
The girl wasn’t breathing, he could see that - she was probably thinking of how
he shoved his face between her thighs and drank her blood. Dean shuddered.
There was no way in Hell she would buy this.
“Crystal I know it sounds insane, but the man you met back in the woods that
night, that man wasn’t me. It was a shell - a - a monster.” he crawled nearer
with these eyes, so wide and pleading, that it was hard for her to call him a
liar. “I would never. . Jesus Christ I would never do that to someone - I would
never do that to you!” he roared softly, shaking her a little by accident.
A beat passed.
“Do what Dean?” she spoke through her teeth, tears falling freely from her
eyelids, “Do what? Say it.” he blinked at her, lips pressed firmly together in
a pout. They were trembling. His eyes were bright with wetness.
This was a different man indeed.
“I. .” he blinked rapidly and glanced at the ground before regaining eye
contact, “I raped you. God. . I raped you Crystal, and I’m so sorry. I’m so
fucking sorry.” and then a tear fell out. Crystal couldn’t recall the last time
she’d seen a grown man cry.
It shocked her a little, maybe even frightened her. She was taught that men
just. . didn’t - and if they did, well, there was something very fucking wrong.
But hey, this was all very fucking wrong.
“You raped me.” she whispered to him, and he nodded, another tear slipping out
before he looked to the ground. His hands were still tight on her arms, and it
was pretty clear he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.
“I couldn’t stop it.” he muttered, rolling his shoulder up to his cheek to
catch his tear streak. “I - I couldn't. There was a part of me, the real me,
that was screaming. I wanted to stop so badly, but the Mark was too strong and
I. . I lost control.” her breath was hitching with the strain to keep it
together.
The worst night of her life, the event that would forever define her as a
person - that would change her life for the worse - and Dean just summed it up
by saying “he lost control”?
“That’s it?” she trembled. “That’s all you have to say about it? You lost
control - and - and you're fucking sorry?!” she was yelling now, “Do you have
any idea what you did to me out there?” he opened his mouth like he was about
to answer but she cut him off, “You ruined me. Ruined me. I - I was in the
hospital for weeks! I -I had stitches in places that I’d never even touched
before, and I couldn’t walk on my own until last fucking Tuesday!”
She was sobbing, screaming at him through her tears, but it felt good.
“Crystal -”
“NO!” she cut him off so loudly that he looked almost startled, “No. . you
can’t understand, can you? I - I was going to wait for the one. . the perfect
boy to sweep me off my feet and love me. . I was WAITING for him! Then you. .”
She shook her head marginally. Dean waited for her next words, holding his
breath, “You waltzed through that door and stole it. Stole me.”
The room was silent, only Dean and Crystal’s soft breathing could be heard. He
still held her at arm’s length, but he focused on putting as much comfort in
just his hands as he could. All he wanted to do was hug her, take back what
he’d done.
Try to make it right.
“I haven’t slept a single night without relieving what you’ve done. Not once.”
her voice was soft and raw, “There isn’t a second out of the day when I don’t
think about you. About it. When I saw you on my doorstep, I thought I was
hallucinating again. I’ve been going crazy.”
Dean’s heart was breaking. Then she looked right at him, those baby blues
holding every ounce of pain that he caused, and she said,
“You’re a nightmare Dean. You’re my nightmare.”
It was like there was no air left in the room. Like he had just been hit in the
ribs with a wrecking ball, and it took a while for him to get his feet back on
the ground. . but all he could say was,
“I’m sorry. Crystal. . I’m sorry.” he looked helpless, “It wasn’t me - if I
could have stopped it. . If I could take it back. . .” his watering green eyes
were glancing around her tear streaked face defenselessly.
She swallowed, “I wish that mattered.” and she really did. It was almost
infuriating that she could feel anything more than disgust for this man, with
all that he had put her through, but the way he was sitting on his knees,
holding her, crying. . he reminded her of a vulnerable little boy.
So she asked him, “Do you remember it?”
He looked down and snivelled, “Every second. Clear as day.” she nodded, wiping
her cheek, “I dream about it too. Every night. . Even when I’m not asleep, I
feel like I can hear you screaming down the hall, in my head. I deserve it
though. All of it.”
“You hurt me.” she whispered,
“I know.” he matched her tone, shutting his eyes lightly. They sat very quietly
for a moment, reaching out with no hands, feeling each other's tortured souls.
The girl asked softly, “What are you gonna do now?” he looked right at her, his
expression dire,
“I’m not gonna do anything. You are.” he smiled softly when her confusion
jotted on her face, and slouched down even further so that he could be eye
level with her.
With a little squeeze on her arms he told her, “Right now, I’m gonna let you do
anything you want to me. Anything. You can hit me, cut me, scream at me,
anything. . I won’t stop you.” he paused, blinking, “Because you couldn’t stop
me.”  
She gaped at him. Dean gave her a nod and a small sad smile before finally
releasing her arms to let the blood back into them, and she sat back on her
heels. Meanwhile, Dean readjusted himself on his knees, rising up and shaking
his shoulders out.
He still somehow seemed to dwarf her in size. Looking down on her, the man
clasped his hands behind his back, and raised his chin, giving a nod that he
was ready for anything. Still, she only stared.
He glanced down after nothing happened, “Go on. Stand up sweetheart.”
Taking shallow nervous breaths, Crystal unfolded herself and climbed to her
feet, watching him with wide apprehensive eyes,  was so tall that the top of
his head was level just below her chest. Now that she was done yelling, it
wasn’t hard to remember who exactly was on his knees in front of her.
On his knees, yes, but no less deadly.
Being in the same room with a man so powerful made her limbs feel like jelly,
she wasn’t sure she could move and the man wasn’t even looking at her right
now. In fact, Dean’s eyes were unfocused, dead ahead and droopy like he hadn’t
slept in years, his arms were relaxed but putting them behind his back made his
shoulders taut.
The muscles were painfully obvious under that thin t-shirt he wore. . she
shuddered. If he wanted to, he could end me in a second. . But here he was,
submissive -likely for the first time in his life - and patient to let her
unload on him.
She was frozen though.
Dean picked his gaze up to her, “S’alright,” he nodded encouragingly, “Take it
all out on me. . I want you to.”
“I. . .” she panted a couple times to make up for the lack of breathing she’d
been doing, and he took on a look of pure concern for her. The son of a bitch,
concerned for the girl who very well might stab him to death!
“Hey,” he murmured, “what do you need?” those eyes, so piercing and deep made
her fidget. They held a world of sorrow, more than what she had to do with, and
she couldn’t handle looking at them.
“Can you. .” she licked her lips, “Can you close your eyes?” Dean swallowed and
blinked a couple of times before complying and settling forward again. Crystal
took a deep breath. When she stepped forward, she did so silently. .
Somehow she knew that hurting Dean wouldn’t make her feel better. This man was
already broken, but she was so destroyed that nothing was off the table if it
held possibility in taking her rape back - of course she wouldn’t yet admit
that nothing would.
Nothing can take that kind of pain away.
So she slapped him with her good hand. As hard as she could.
Dean’s head snapped to the side and his brow furrowed at the sting, but other
than that he had no reaction, and merely turned his head forward again. The
girl shook her hand out, biting her lip at the tingling burn going on across
her palm. Dean’s cheek was already turning red.
Again Crystal cocked back and let her hand fly into the same cheek - this time
coaxing a small grunt from the big man. He opened his mouth and cocked his jaw
to work out the pain. Of course it was only minor for him. . she didn’t need to
know that.
Hurting Dean was only making her feel worse, and her anxiety was building,
because surely she could only get away with striking him a handful of times
before he lost his cool and reciprocated. Surely.
However the teenager was so frustrated with the permanent pit in her stomach
that when she struck him this time it was with a closed fist. It hit him right
in the nose.
“Mmfff -” Dean bowed forward and sniffed heavily before spitting a big glob of
blood right onto her floor. She kicked him in the stomach before he could
recover, crying out with the effort, before moving in close to haphazardly beat
on him with every limb she owned.
“WHY?!” she was sobbing now, raining down blow after blow on the docile man.
“Why did you have to find me there? Why did you have to hurt me!” she fell to
her knees before him, and shoved on his chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt
and jerking him back and forth. “Why couldn’t you just have stopped when I
begged you to? Why Dean!?”
His hands stayed firmly behind his back, but when Crystal looked up at his
face, his eyes were back open, gazing down on her with a kind of heartbreak
that she would have never imagined on that face.
Dean didn’t bother answering.
She slapped him again, and he reared back slightly, but she jerked on his t-
shirt,
“Close your eyes!” she screamed, and he did. “I - I just wanna feel better. . .
I just want this to go away. .” she was hiccuping, and before she could stop
herself, resting her cheek under his chest. “I’m never gonna be okay again. .
.”
“Crystal. .” Dean murmured, rumbling her face with his deep register.
“Oh God. . I - I - make it go away Dean. I can’t take it anymore,” she wept,
“I. . I wanna die!” this low gravelly sound ripped through his chest. It had to
be a growl, but he still didn’t move.
Crystal’s voice was shrill, “Please just make it go away. .” she wasn’t sure
what she was saying. All she knew was that there was this constant despair
eating at her ruthlessly and she couldn’t take it anymore.
His voice was deep, strained, and bordering on desperate, “Do whatever you need
to.”
When she looked up, his eyes were still closed, but his face was twisted in
agony - and it wasn’t the kind you get from featherweight punches. This was
deep seated.
“Take it back Dean.” she whispered, and he gave a tortured moan,
“I’m trying. Jesus, I’m trying.” his breath quaked slightly. “There is a knife
in my back pocket, take it, do anything you need to.” but Crystal didn’t go for
the knife. She didn’t steal another slap or kick. No, Crystal did something
that neither of the two saw coming.
The girl rose up on her knees, stretching as far up as she could, and kissed
him on the chin just below his lower lip. His eyes flew open.
“What. .” he mouthed the word and studied her hard, flitting his eyes all over
her red tearful face, and she clutched onto his shirt more desperately,
“Dean.” it was almost inaudible, “Take it back. Make it go away.” he still
didn’t move, but when she leaned back up, he tilted his head slightly down so
that she could actually reach his lips.
A sharp inhale made her jump when their lips touched.
She had no clue where she was going with this, all she knew was that she wished
the pain would stop. Wished her first time was not a bloody violent rape.
Wished that there was some way to start over. Maybe there was.
Crystal was desperate.
Dean pushed forward slightly and that was all it took to make her flinch back
with a sudden jerk. He froze with his lips still pursed and waited until she
looked at him.
“What’s happening here Crystal?” he asked softly as with the least amount of
judgment he could manage. There was a moment where she just stared up at him
with trembling lips, before she looked down to her kneading hands and let out a
few soft sobs.
“Sweetheart. .” he started unsure about every aspect of what was happening with
her, “Sweetheart, talk to me. What do you need me to do?” she sniveled quietly,
“Not to hurt me.” his response was quick,
“I told you I won’t.” but then he understood what she meant, even before she
did. Crystal needed him to take the rape back. . make it go away. The only
intimate experience the young girl had ever had was with him and the Mark of
Cain. . as if it wasn’t already devastating enough.
All at once he understood what he had to do - what she was asking him for. So
whispering “okay” to himself mostly, he leant down toward the small trembling
teenager, flicking his examining eyes around her face continuously to try and
find a red flag.
Only the soft stuttering of her breath could be heard in the room, and just
before their lips touched, she surged upward to smash them together feverishly.
The aggression surprised Dean and amused him a little too, realizing that this
girl had no idea what she was even doing - how to kiss properly, how to remain
calm. . anything. She knew nothing.
That bit of knowledge no sooner made him smirk than it did make him feel
terrible about what he’d done. The girl hadn’t even had her first kiss when he
raped her for fuck’s sake.
Becoming confounded with her feverish version of kissing, it was hard for Dean
to manage, so he made a decision when she bumped his nose with hers hard enough
to make him wince,
“Ah -” he straightened and leaned back slightly, trying to ignore the
desperation scrawled all over her face. He gave her an easy smile, that he
meant to be reassuring, “Why don’t you take it slow sweetheart, I will be here
with you as long as you need me. Just relax. . slow down for me.” she gulped,
and took a huge breath while nodding - to herself it seemed.
Like she was talking herself up to do something scary. . Dean couldn’t think in
those terms right now. All of it was wrong. This was so wrong. He couldn’t help
but believe that this may be the only case where two bads would actually come
out to a good - that’s what he had to believe.
Or else he would’ve jerked away and stood up when he felt her tiny trembling
hands edge up under his cotton shirt. . he wouldn’t sit there and let it
happen. As soon as her skin touched his, Dean’s whole being shuddered and he
did his best to choke back a groan so as not to frighten her - more than she
already was of course.
“Your arms. . .” she whispered, glancing up at him and flinching slightly when
she found that he was staring right at her. “Can you take off your shirt? S-
slowly. .” Dean kept his eyes locked on hers as he finally swung his arms
forward to grab the hem of his t-shirt, she knew that he must have been
searching for any signs of second thoughts so she worked to keep her face
neutral.
When those deep green eyes disappeared behind his black shirt as he pulled it
over his head, Crystal took a deep breath and rose to her feet without an
audience. Shyly averting her eyes from his unveiled skin, she studied the ever-
cracking red polish on her toes that had somehow survived for two months.
She could still remember applying it as she got ready to head out to the cabin
with Rose, like it was only yesterday.
“Crystal.” Dean’s deep voice jerked her away from the bordering flashback in
the nick of time, but what she saw when she looked up had her throat closing.
Dean’s bare upper body was an absolute work of art. . at least Crystal thought
so.
After all she didn’t have anything to compare it to, besides those unfortunate
glimpses she’s caught of her father travelling from the shower to his bedroom.
And the family had nicknamed him Sasquatch.
Big thick biceps bulged against the slight strain it took to keep them behind
his back, his shoulders were broad and strong. . . his chest and abdomen were
defined at what had to be the perfect amount. . and there was a dusted whisper
of dark hair just where his jeans rode low on his hips. . hinting at something
the young girl already knew was there. .
Is he flexing? He seems like he’s flexing. . Maybe he just looks like that all
the time.
“Crystal. .” she startled, only just then realizing that she was staring, and
she flushed at how long he might have let her gape at him.
“Oh um. .” she stuttered, shifting back and forth on her tiny feet - Dean saw
it all. He’d done this type of thing enough times to recognize all the cute
little nervous ticks that women were prone to - however the seasoned Hunter
also knew that this was so much more advanced than that.
Crystal was a little more graduated than just bedroom nerves.
“You okay sweetheart?” he ventured, earning a gulp and rapid blink from her,
“Uh y-yeah. .” she swallowed trying to get a grip, but his lightly tanned skin
was making her mouth dry, “I - I. . . sorry.” Knees shoulder length apart,
sitting before her with his hands clasped behind his back, green eyes wide and
light. . lips slightly parted while he watched her. .
Dean looked beautiful to the girl for once.
It was as if he was a magnet, drawing her to him without permission from her
mind, the girl didn’t stand a chance in the presence of Dean Winchester let
alone the half naked version.
In no time at all she had numbly crossed the small room to end up directly in
front of him, so close she could feel his breath ghosting her tummy as it
exhaled through his nose. Still he didn’t look up. His sharp green eyes were
level with the top of her ribcage, and he just stared at the white cotton
fabric of her tanktop like it held the solution to all of his problems.
So close to him now, she was shaking with nerves, so much so that he could
probably see it.
“C-Can I -”
“Do whatever you want,” he interrupted, predicting her question. Something
about his voice, so low and husky, nagged at a memory she had with him,
“No. .” she whimpered, causing Dean to pick up his head to look at her. She
closed her eyes tight, trying to block out a threatening flashback. Instead of
being confused, Dean seemed to know exactly what was going on.
He soothed, “Shhh, shh. . it’s okay now. You’re safe. You’re safe.” with an
audible grunt, Crystal battled down her plaguing memories, with Dean as her
anchor. Eyes still closed, she reached out for the man belonging to the gentle
consolations, her senses tingling when she came into contact with thick soft
hair.
Dean went quiet. . but his breathing didn’t. At first Crystals small fingers
were frozen on his scalp, embedded completely in velvety mess of hair, but ever
so slowly they began to twitch. Soon she was kneading her fingers along his
scalp, enjoying the way it felt to run her fingers through his hair, and the
warmth that came with it.
When she finally dared to open her eyes again, the sight before her was almost
breathtaking. Dean’s mouth was hanging slightly open, eyes gently closed and
rolling, and head tilted to the side as if the petting sensation was about to
put him to sleep.
The man’s tongue was peeking out just slightly on his full lower lip, and the
sight of it naturally drew the young girl in closer to him, until her clothed
stomach was just a breath away from his lips. And then she took her shirt
off. Dean’s eyes fluttered open at the loss of contact, and then widened at
what they saw,
“You’re okay?” he asked seriously, even though he was the one on his knees with
his hands behind his back. That meant nothing of course. He was still more
dangerous than most men. Crystal nodded a tad uncertainly,
“So far.” she whispered, placing her hands back into his hair. It was insane
how quickly such a simple action made him melt. The strange spell was re-cast,
calm settled back into place oddly quickly, and in no time Crystal was closing
her eyes and tilting her head back.
Imagining that his soft warm breath was becoming more insistent on her ribcage,
tricking herself into thinking that it was travelling lower by the second. .
swearing that it was brushing her waist now just above her panties. . and then
realizing all at once that it was all real when temperate plush lips pressed
against her belly button.
She tensed completely, fingers stilling in his hair and eyes snapping open to
stare at the dimply ceiling. Familiar tingling in her most private area was
starting. . goosebumps appeared on her skin near where he had kissed. . and
then. . he did it again.
In the same place, the same way, but this time it made her sigh. Her shoulders
slumped back down, and her fingers began their natural massage once again,
while pulling Dean closer to kiss her soft skin.
The big man continued to be gentle, rocking his head back and forth along her
panty line to skim his lips right where he knew it would tickle. But she didn’t
laugh. Instead she shuddered.
Feeling light stubble barely scrape at her skin where Dean didn’t turn his face
fast enough, but even that tiny twinge of pain was making her breath quicken.
However, it was when Dean introduced the tip of his tongue that the
inexperienced girl almost collapsed on the spot.
All she could do was use his head as an anchor as he swiped that soft warm
spear extraordinarily low on her belly, occasionally gasping when he dipped it
just beneath the hem of her cotton panties.
“Oh. .” she breathed, bowing toward him involuntarily. At the breathy little
declaration, the older man seemed to gain a little more confidence in his
skilled actions, for instead of just sweet little kisses and gentle licks he
introduced some sucking into the mix. . releasing a high groan from the young
girl.
It was music to his ears.
After all, Dean Winchester was very much one for taking satisfaction in the
sounds of a woman’s pleasure. . he just had to actively ignore the fact that
this wasn’t a woman at all. It was a fifteen year old girl. But she needed it.
That’s what he knew, and that’s why he was doing this.
Those thoughts exactly, plus a sick twisted little y-chromosome lodged into his
DNA, gave him the desire it took to move his lavishing lips down to kiss the
girl through her panties. Not quite low enough to touch her lips, but low
enough to make her want him to. . and to make him want to.
Crystal was trembling. A mess really.
“D-Dean. . I-I don’t. .” he was mewling quietly, unwilling to show him how much
she was enjoying this just yet. What she didn’t know was that through his years
of experience, he already knew.
“It’s okay,” he spoke muffled on her cheap cotton Walmart underwear, “it’s okay
sweetheart. . just let go. No judgment.” and with that, he ducked slightly
lower to kiss the top of her slit, wiggling his warm firm tongue into it
through her panties at the very top.
It was making her ache and practically convulse. The rugged, eager man was now
lapping voraciously right at the spot where thigh met sex, just on the edge of
her panties where he occasionally peeked his tongue past to just barely graze
the side of her outer lips - he wanted in.
It was maddening to become hot all over from the huffed breaths puffing from
his blown nostrils, feeling his teeth bite lightly at the pulse point at the
top of her inner thigh. . The inflamed girl was aching to feel that greedy
mouth on her most sensitive spot; it was a need, so what she did next was
purely robotic and the result of her aroused needy daze.
She reached down and pulled her panties to the side. Dean just barely pulled
off to let her adjust the fabric, pupils dilating when he saw bare and wet, all
his to feast on for the second time. . but he worked to keep himself in check.
No need to rush this.
Crystal whined, head tilted upward with her eyes squeezed shut, waiting to feel
that wonderful skilled tongue on her bare sex at any moment.
It seemed like he was taking a long time to stare. The small girl felt so
desperate for him that she brought her other hand lower to completely move her
panties out of the way, exposing all of herself to him. . begging him silently
to have a little taste.
And then she felt it.
A feather-light kiss on the top of her slit. . and another slightly lower. .
and another lower. . lower. . until he placed a kiss over her tiny opening. It
was drenched and begging for attention, but he settled for pressing his tongue
flat over it and giving a strong lap all the way back up to her wanton clit.
The action punched a groan from Crystal and she swayed unsteadily as her knees
continued to shake and jelly. Whimpers and tiny whines floated above him when
he simply nuzzled into her swollen sex, tongue in his mouth and nose at her
clit, until his lips were basically buried in hers, and then he just sat for a
moment.
She could feel him inhaling through his nose and mouth, the contact was godly
but the lack of movement was hellish, it was all she could do not to grind.
When she looked down on him, his eyes were lightly shut in what appeared to be
bliss as he scented her greedily.
Dean was obviously the kind of man who could bask happily in the taste and
scent of a woman. . he even did it - likely for his own enjoyment - the night
he raped her. She grimaced and grounded herself. Best not to think about that
night.
Finally a key word slipped out,
“Pleease. .” she quietly moaned, tightening her grip on the crotch of her
panties. His shocking green eyes snapped open to lock with hers and as if that
wasn’t enough to lose the air left in her lungs, Dean began to lick into her.
Hungrily. Measuredly.
His firm wet tongue was just on the verge of breaching her opening with his
strong licks, and he nuzzled his nose against her clit as he tasted from her.
She was panting. Groaning. Needing.
“Oh. . oh God Dean. .” she whispered, rocking forward slightly to press herself
more firmly against his buried face. It was then that his lips breached and he
ate his way up her throbbing pussy to grab onto her clit.
The visual was almost too much for the young girl, but the feeling. . well the
feeling was about to kill her.
Dean himself was breathing ragged at this point. His eyes seemed to be a shade
darker, like a dim forest, and his ministrations seemed to become increasingly
aggressive. Cloud nine however, didn’t have much of a vantage point when it
came to spotting warning signs. .
Crystal was blissfully unaware of the primal male coming undone beneath her. It
was all he could do to keep his hands clasped behind his back.
“Ah!” finally some volume saturated the room when he suckled her clit between
his swollen slick lips, and he vibrated her with a low growl when she began to
pull on his hair. Her hips faltered forward, slicking juices against his
bristly chin as he trapped her clit with his lips and began to lick on it
zealously.
Each time he groaned into her it was like the low register vibrated through her
body, resonated through her pussy and up her spine, making her shake harder
than fear ever did.
“I-I think. .” she whined, reddening with the knowledge that he was looking at
her, totally at attention while he fed on her most sensitive area. . her most
private area. Dean was the only man who’d seen it. The only man who’d tasted
it. And he loved it. “I think I’m gonna. .”
“Mmmmm. .” he rumbled against her, suddenly releasing her nerve nub to nod his
head up and down, slurping her juices and licking her entire sex deep and hard.
He was simply devouring her. . and it felt divine. . his tongue catching on her
aching opening, his lips and teeth grazing her clit on every pass,
“Dean -” she whimpered, uncertain and a little frightened at the impending
orgasm. It was gonna be biblical. “I’m g-gonna -” and just like that, the
experienced man snapped his attention right into her swollen nerve bundle and
sucked hard, lapping sharply when he felt it begin to twitch,
“Ooohh. . oh. . oh. .  oaaahhh! AH!” she screamed. Coming with sharp jerks of
her body and loss of all awareness, while she wailed and sobbed at the mind
crushing waves of pleasure that Dean was still suckling out of her.
That white hot coiling in her belly snapped with such overwhelming euphoria
that she released her panties to snap against the side of Dean’s face as he
continued to feast on her greedily and competently.
Those little fingers anchored back into his hair, pulling him tight against her
as she rode out the lasting orgasm, grinding slightly against his lips, teeth,
and still-writhing tongue.
“Mmph,” he grunted into her, tasting the sweet juices of her climax as they
practically poured down his chin. He fucking loved it - right here Dean was in
heaven. Crystal’s breath began to stutter when her orgasm finally began to
fade. . adorable noises of confusion sounded off in the room when she felt
Dean’s treatment border on uncomfortable.
The man smirked when he felt those little hands in his hair begin to tug him
back from her sensitive sex, but he made her work for it, only complying and
ceasing his favorite version of foreplay when she began to softly sob at the
feeling of being over-stimulated.
Honestly he thought it was the funniest thing to do that to girls - one second
they're begging for his mouth and the next they’re practically in tears begging
him to stop. Of course he wouldn’t make this girl cry - he’d already done that
enough.
So he sat back on his heels, allowing her hands to drop from his hair to
contentedly lick the residual taste of her from his lips. Sweet. Just like he
remembered.
Crystal was running her hands over her stimulated body, squeezing instinctively
on her breasts and cupping her throbbing pussy where the underwear moved back
in place. It was already soaked with her orgasm.
When she finally regained her composure - for the most part - she noticed that
Dean was still breathing heavily, his eyes were practically black with
dilation, and his whole body was quaking with excitement. She shivered at the
sight, feeling like he was a hairsbreadth away from snapping and ravaging her
mercilessly.
Dean was clearly extraordinarily unstable.
Hoping that all of those promises of safety were valid, Crystal swallowed and
asked,
“Will you touch me?” his wild green eyes snapped up to her nervous blue ones,
“W-with your hands?” she hoped that he would continue to be gentle if she eased
into it all. . but those flaring nostrils and that thick tousled hair reminded
her a lot of that night in the cabin.
Again, she forced herself not to think about that.
The capricious hunter swung his muscled arms forward and heaved a huge
steadying sigh before planting on giant hand on either of Crystal’s feet. Those
rough destructive things made her nervous, but she tried to battle it all down
- this had to work, it had to heal her. . Dean was going to take it all back.
Slowly and calmly, Dean ran his large calloused hands from her ankles to her
hips, gripping the hem of those dastardly panties and beginning to pull them
down, checking her face for any red light. She looked frightened -
understandably so - but he continued, knowing that there wasn’t a chance in
hell the little girl would ever be unafraid.
So he was checking for terror only, then he would stop.
“S’okay. .” he murmured, feeling her relax at the sound of his voice, “M’not
gonna hurt ya.” he took her very conservative underwear down slowly until they
dropped from her knees, leaning forward to plant a wet warm kiss to her excited
sex.
It made her swoon.
She could feel his breath caressing her down below as he ran those rough hands
up her body, sprouting goosebumps along the way, until he was able to palm her
small breasts. She tensed, recalling his assault on her underdeveloped chest
that fateful night, he felt it but only continued to knead her gently while he
smacked another kiss to her pussy.
Dean was worshiping her really, if only she knew how much self control he was
implementing at the moment. If only she knew that he was running out of it.
Crystal places her much smaller hands over his, enjoying the tender massage and
almost protesting when he took it away,
“Keep that up for me baby,” and she did, startling when those hands migrated
down to her sex to brush at her opening,
“N-no,” she stuttered, nervous to let him in just yet, and he froze. Eye
contact was held when he nodded at her and just simply started to stroke her
still-glistening folds,
“It’s okay, not yet then baby girl, I understand. .” he rumbled, rubbing her in
all the right places with those thick digits. It surprised both of them when
she came lightly again from only that, “Damn.” he growled, “It don’t take much
to get you started.”
His voice was different somehow. Warning signals fired to her synapse and made
her snap her eyes open to study him, and what she saw made her stomach flip.
The expression on his face was ravenous really, and out of nowhere he shot up
from his knees to stand tall, making her jump back with a fearful yelp.
Dean was breathing ragged, shoulders rising and falling with each breath. His
eyes were darker than she had ever seen them, save for when he was assaulting
her, and his mouth was hanging slightly with the haze of obvious lust.
“D-Dean,” she whimpered, backing away and bringing her arms up even before he
started advancing, frightened of how lascivious he looked. When her back hit
the wall was when she really started to dread, Dean closed in quickly, towering
over her and making her feel tiny with his substantial size. “DEAN!” she cried,
pressing away from him and squeaking loudly when his strong fingers took up on
her sex once again.
This time they were very insistent.
“So pretty baby. .” he purred, leaning down far to nuzzle into the crook of her
neck, kissing and nipping sensually on her pulse point.
“Dean wait -” she was cut off with her own yelp when his exploring fingers
dropped low to her quivering entrance yet again,
“Shhh,” he hushed in her ear, vibrating with need, “It’ll feel good princess, I
promise.” he sealed that promise with a hungry kiss to her trembling lips,
pushing forward with enough force to tilt her head back, and swiping his tongue
past her lips so she could taste herself.
The seasoned hunter likely didn’t even realize how dominant he was acting, it
was only in his nature after all. But it was frightening Crystal, the way he
was claiming the kiss and being a little rough with it.
Most girls enjoyed that - even she couldn’t deny the natural sparking - but she
was getting nervous at the building roughness.
One of those thick fingers slipped past her outer lips, teasing the entrance of
her sex expertly, like he’d done this a thousand times. It was making her ache
and squirm, but she whined nervously on his lips while he groaned huskily at
the feel of her,
“Oh. . w-wait. .” he had to have heard the unease, and he responded with a
sultry,
“Don’t worry I’ll only give you one to start out with baby, that’s nothin’.”
But it wasn’t ‘nothin’, not to her.
The man's fingers were fairly large and when he started to dip that middle
digit into her tight ring, she actually yelped, gripping his biceps and
screwing her face up as she waited for the pain that she knew from past
experience, came with any breach.
It was confusing when there was none. Even when Dean’s finger was submerged
clear to the final knuckle there was no pain, fullness sure, but no abhorrent
agony like last time. She cracked open her eyes to find his zeroed in on her
face,
“See baby girl? I’m not gonna hurt ya.” she pulsed around that single finger,
earning a hooded smirk and the start of delicious swirling,
“Just. . just go slow?” she asked pleadingly, and he answered with a gruff,
“I’ll damn sure try,” kisses were placed continuously along her jaw and throat,
migrating down to her breasts where he sucked and licked on her hardening
nipples in a borderline loving way. That one thick finger was now pumping in
and out with growing vigor, and she took a chance in lifting a knee to hook it
on his hip,
“Good girl,” he purred, hinting his index finger into her folds and she tensed
again, “Shh, shh, sweetheart it’s a reward, not punishment.” And she felt that
reward when he sunk a second finger alongside the first, the stretch was there
but it was delightful and it made her gasp and arch against him.
He rumbled, “There’s two,” trailing his lips back to hers to mumble against
them, “you’re doin’ so good for me little girl.” Just before he kissed her
hard. Her little body jumped each time he scissored inside, and that expert
hand was stirring a storm within her.
Dean growled and pressed his palm flat against the top of her slit, grinding
her clit into mush as he quickly bobbed his fingers in and out of her
tightening canal.
“So tight. .” he groaned softly, “Smaller than I remember.” In the back of her
mind she knew it was because last time Dean didn’t care how inadequate she
really was for his sheer size - in fact it probably made him giddy in knowing
that it would cause her that much more pain.
“Y-your fingers are s-so thick. .” she slurred thickly, undulating her hips up
into his hand as that terrific pressure built. “Oh my. . .”
“Gonna come on my hand princess?” he nuzzled into her neck to nip her earlobe,
“I can feel it. . I bet if I touch this little spot right here you’ll just. .
.” suddenly he snapped both fingers upward and ground roughly against something
that made her scream,
“AHHH!” She convulsed, “D-DEAN!” He jerked his fingers up and down, battering
her g-spot with enough force to make him grunt, while she convulsed violently
against him.
“Ride it out baby,” he whispered roughly in her ear, relishing the sounds she
was making. Choked cries, and desperate whimpers. Again, Dean only stopped his
glorious fingering when she reached down to grip his wrist when the sensations
became too much.
Fuck she was so tight that Dean wondered if his two fingers would make her
sore.  
Taking advantage of her post-orgasm daze, the seasoned hunter lifted her by her
raised knee and another hand under her ass to move to the bed. Although he was
as hard as granite beneath his jeans, he kept his head enough to realize
climbing atop her could be scary for her.
So he did what a gentleman would, turned to lie back on the mattress, and then
laid the limp panting girl on top of him. It was then that she felt his
hardness through his pants as he positioned her to straddle him like some sort
of doll, she whimpered at the feel of it.
It wasn’t lost on her what that thing could do.
“Come’re sweetheart, sit up.” Dragging her body upright, Crystal gazed down at
the beautiful man beneath her with a mixture of lust and fear.
Her little hands splayed across his chest just under the angry red cut and his
satanic looking tattoo, and he only gave her a moment to calm before he took it
upon himself to pop the button on his jeans.
With an audience, Dean took down the zipper and pushed the rough fabric down as
far as he could, leaving his tented boxers as the only barrier between Crystal
and his solid erection. She looked frightened, but there was nothing he could
think to say.
Teenage horniness was on his side however, and he knew that, so when curiosity
got the best of her he wasn’t surprised. The girl slowly pinched the hem of his
boxers and pulled down, peeking over them like she was expecting something to
jump out at her - which something sort of did as soon as the boxers moved over
his large tip.
The thing sprung up, surprising the young girl with it’s liveliness and she
balked backward a fraction, blue eyes wide and apprehensive. Dean watched her
patiently, not wanting to push her into doing anything - for fuck’s sake she
was staring at his dick like it was gonna hold her down and fuck her itself.
A soft breath puffed out of her trembling lips. It was clear to Crystal why
Dean had caused her so much pain that night, never before had she really gotten
a look at him, but now. . she was surprised it hadn’t killed her.
No wonder he didn’t let me look at it before he fucked me. .
Finally she said something, “It’s. . God it’s so big. .” it was clear that the
fact frightened her more than it would a grown woman. Hell, Dean had even run
into chicks his age who practically just begged to give him a blowjob instead,
so no, he wasn’t criticizing Crystal at all.
“I know,” Dean answered honestly, “s’okay sweetheart, you were made for this.”
She didn’t look convinced by that line at all, so he added, “I’ll stop whenever
you ask me to, I swear I won’t be mad.”
“You won’t?” She flicked her worried gaze up to him and his heart broke for the
thousandth time because of her,
“No. I won’t.” He took her hands in his, wincing at how even that innocent
contact made him twitch, “Go as slow as you want, I’m not gonna rush you.” She
mouthed the word ‘okay’ and appeared to work up all of her courage to simply
reach out and touch him.
He couldn’t help but groan brokenly at the long awaited contact, but all she
did was hold it. It occurred to him that she might not know what else to do,
“Get it nice and wet sweetheart, it’ll be easier for ya in the long run.” The
long run meaning when he fucked her again. She shivered and asked,
“Do I. . do I have to suck it?” Despite the fact that Dean involuntarily
growled at those words, he managed to say,
“No -” and he closed his eyes, “No you don’t gotta do that, just - ah fuck -
would ya at least move your hand a little?” She did immediately, hoping that he
wasn’t becoming aggravated. Then taking a chance, she leaned forward and spit
on it, slicking up his thick shaft as it ran slowly down the wide pink tip.
“Shiiitt. .” he hissed, hips jerking slightly even though handjob was extremely
inexperienced. “More baby, go ahead and slick it up more for me.” Honestly,
while it felt great for Dean, his commands and her actions were entirely in her
best interest.
He was worried at first that she might just try and ride him with only the
slick from her orgasms, which would have worked, but she was just so fucking
tight that a little extra wouldn’t hurt. Wouldn’t hurt as much as ‘not enough’
anyway.
Taking a chance, Dean reached down to gently graze his fingers around her sex
in sort of a tickling motion, he knowingly applied featherlight pressure that
would eventually drive her made. Sooner rather than later perhaps seeing as she
was already trying to grind down on them.
“Dean. .” she whined, pumping him haphazardly, “I neeed. . .”
“What baby girl?” He breathed,
“I-I need. .” she panted, trying to get more pressure from his teasing fingers,
“I need you!”
“Fuck, you got it,” he clipped suddenly bucking up to jolt her astride him,
hovering with the full length of her thighs just over the tip of his throbbing
cock.
“Shit.” she whimpered, checking in with his darkened eyes again to receive a
gentle nod. Crystal had her shoulders tight and her arms straightened to the
max as she braced herself on his muscled stomach - just hanging over his
manhood like she thought there would be pain if she even touched it.
Dean laid back and watched, not wanting to coach or prompt in case the girl
wanted to back out. This was for her healing after all, there couldn’t be a
repeat of their last encounter or else all was lost.
Crystal was scared. She needed him but she was scared.
It was strange feeling so many conflicting emotions at war within her, some of
them more deep seated and ancient than the rest. When Dean reached down to grip
the base of his shaft, she stretched up on her thighs and waited for some
direction from him.
“Settle down,” was all he said before gripping her right hip and forcing her to
sit her opening on the tip of his dick. When she whimpered and chopped a gentle
sob, he glanced up at her, “Whenever you’re ready.” she worked to relax,
realizing that he wasn’t just going to force her all the way down on him like a
savage.
Crystal fumbled around with her hands momentarily before bracing one on his
forearm and the other holding his hand on her hip. Feeling protective, Dean
flipped his hand and laced his fingers with hers, noticing that she began to
squeeze that hand just before she started to sink down.
The process was slow. Crystal whined as the large head of him began to breach
her tiny opening, it felt impossible, like trying to jam a pencil through the
eye of a needle.
Eraser first.
“Aaah - aaahh. .” she moaned, shuddering as she just continued to apply
pressure. Dean was gritting his teeth, holding himself steady so that lowering
was all Crystal had to focus on, but it was all he could do not to thrust up
into her.
The head of him was pressing down instead of breaching her at first and all at
once the entire thing popped up into her tiny pussy with a deafening shriek
from the girl.
“Ow, ow, ow, f-fuck -” she whimpered, stilling completely and squeezing him
involuntarily. Dean thought for sure she was gonna break his hand. The man
appeared to be on the verge of telling her something, when she surprised both
of them by continuing down.
A tear slipped down her cheek, but she was determined to take back what he had
done two months ago, determined to make this her first time, and more than
anything determined to forget what happened that night. It couldn’t define her
sex life - she wouldn’t let it.
So she took him, sliding down his shaft until she almost hit the base when
suddenly he bumped into her back wall. Blue eyes blown wide, she looked down,
panting and sweating with the unbelievable stretch to see that Dean had
bottomed out with an inch to go.
“What. .” she started, trembling violently as she sat impaled on his thick rod.
Dean explained through clenched teeth,
“Could open up more as we go, maybe not, we’ll see. It ain’t a big deal at all
princess.” Even though he said it with a wink, every muscle in the man’s body
was taut with strain and when he released his member to find her other hand and
hold it, he ended up popping every joint in her fingers with his grip.
Yeah he was almost gone.
After a moment to adjust, Dean jumped his hips, making her gasp but begin to
move up and down. The stretching feeling wasn’t fading very quickly but she
found that the slight amount of pain that came with it was actually enjoyable -
especially when she finally allowed herself to make noise.
The rim of his dick drug wonderfully through her tunnel, catching every little
nerve ending along the way with it’s vastness, and each time he touched bottom
it jolted her dramatically and tightened something low in her belly with each
hit.
Dean released her hands to grip her hips and increase the pace, making her fall
forward at the reaction he was causing deep in her sex. Of course he
immediately took a nipple into his mouth and fucked up into her, coaxing her
hips into a rhythm to ride him with.
“Ah Dean!” she wailed into his ear, biting the pillow beside his head to muffle
her kneeing cries of pleasure. “It’s soo fucking big - Jesus it’s so fucking
biiiig. .” she was whining and whimpering riding him toward place he so often
took her to, and in no time at all she was close for the third time that day.
“Shit girl,” he growled, popping a nipple out of his mouth, “I can feel that
little cunt - she wants to come don’t she?” talk like that should have taken
her back to the cabin, but there was so much sensation that the cabin was
honestly the last thing on her mind.
In the forefront was this climax that continued to get away from her - she
would be right on the edge only to make a wrong move and have it disappear.
“Dean! I-I-”
“Yeah baby come for me, I gotta feel you come -”
“I can’t! D-Dean I can’t - I can’t. .” she was panting, rising up to ride with
a new angle and vigor, only to chase that sneaky orgasm away again, “Deeeaan.
.” he still wasn’t taking any initiative, “Please let me come!”
“Come for me baby,” he snarled, but she couldn’t,
She whined brokenly, needing more than anything to come. Denial was starting to
hurt her. “I-I can’t. . Help me! Let me comeee. .” she was so inexperienced
that she was accidentally denying herself a climax repeatedly.
However, Crystal’s mind blanked and she finally landed on the right words,
“Dean make me come!! Please make me come!” Those magic words unleashed the
animal in the man beneath her, and in the blink of an eye Crystal was flipped
to her back and being fucked like he hadn’t seen a pussy in years.
“Aahhh! Fuck!” she screeched, flailing to grip at his shoulders and hold on for
dear life as he slammed into her once, twice, three times before she was
flying. The orgasm was so intense the young girl actually blacked out for a
moment, seeing nothing but white and hearing nothing but ringing as her body
was ravaged by brutal pleasure.
Ruthlessly, Dean fucked her orgasm rougher than he would admit, drawing out
high pitched shrill screams from the tiny teenager as she convulsed and jerked
beneath him. It was natural.
It was where Dean belonged.
In control.
Without wasting a second waiting for her climax to die, Dean attacked her clit
with his thumb, pinning her hips down with the rest of his hand as he circled
that puny spasming nerve bundle.
Just as he hoped, it hurled Crystal straight into another screaming orgasm,
this one violent in nature. So blinded by bliss, the young girl didn’t even
realize that she was carving two identical claw marks into his shoulder blades
as she came hard enough to make her sob.
Roaring like mad, Dean gripped both wrist and pinned them above her head before
crushing his lips to hers savagely, shoving his tongue into her mouth to taste
her while he demolished her.
Dean took the desperate squeezing of her thighs and the pleading sobs as a sign
to slow down a little. . she needed a second to recoup, so he broke the kiss
and stared directly into her eyes. His were so stormy and wild that she was
almost frightened, if it wasn’t for the gratification saturating her body she
would have been.
“I’ve got an idea,” he sounded husky and wrecked, “trust me?” Her answer was
only honest,
“No.” but he only chuckled darkly,
“Fine. Flip over, on your knees - you know the drill.” her chest hitched and
seized. He wants. . he wants the position from that night?
“I-” she whimpered, suddenly feeling very vulnerable, “I don’t know. .”
“Now.” he growled, causing her to shrink back, he was about to dominate her -
more than he already had naturally.
“On_your_knees,”_the_man_panted,_“Now.”_he_helped_her,_and_even_paused_his_slow
thrusts_long_enough_for_her_to_get_set,_before_plunging_in_at_that_new_angle.
“Ah!”_she_cried,_realizing_he_was_hitting_the_spot_his_fingers_massaged
earlier,_only_more_roughly.
“Oh!_Oh_God._.”_she_fell_forward_when_her_arms_gave_out,_but_Dean_supported_her
ass,_and_his_thrusts_sped_up.
With a quick kiss to her trembling lips, Dean pulled out of her tightness with
a sharp sucking sound that made him groan. Wasting no time for fear of making
him angry, Crystal flipped onto her belly and timidly rose up to her knees,
keeping her elbows down just like her very first time. Dean couldn’t see that
she was crying, but he could hear it.
“Crystal.” she mewled fearfully at his voice, “I’m not gonna hurt you
sweetheart, nothing’s changed.”
“I’m -”
“I know you’re scared baby girl,” he interrupted, wincing at the frightful
whine that exploded when he grabbed her hips again, “I know. But I promise
baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good like this.”
Smoothly he entered her, meeting some resistance due to only her doubt, and he
could see over her trembling shoulders that her hands were fisted tightly in
the bed sheets. The girl was simply terrified. Strong fingers massaged her hips
at the same time his deep voice massaged her eardrums,
“Goddamn. . gonna make you feel so fucking good like this.” He repeated the
promise that he was already delivering with strong steady thrusts that were
slowly increasing in speed.
“Oh my God. .” she twisted her face around in the blankets, biting her clenched
knuckle,
“Fuck, you like that baby?” he groaned, now plunging into her at a breakneck
speed, he was dragging her back against each thrust to meet him, so deep that
it was almost impossible,
Aaaaaaahh. .” she panted, digging her fingernails into the mattress and
offering her ass up higher with the pop of her hips. He took it without mercy,
but it was everything she needed.
Everything, because she was being driven, without blood and without blinding
pain, to the top of the cliff. She was ready to jump off. The big hunter bent
over her, fingering around her sex until he found that pleasure crux at the top
of her slit, already twitching and dying to let loose.
The_girl_gripped_his_wrist_as_he_worked_her_nub_expertly_and_with_one_final
pinch_her_upper_body_bucked_upward_as_she_came_screaming_and_sobbing._
_“DEAN!”
“DEAN!” Warm wetness splattered on his hand and sprayed everything within a
foot radius of her pussy, it made her scream in surprise and for a moment she
thought she'd wet herself again, but was too wrapped up in the earth-shattering
orgasm to care.
“Holy shit -” Dean rumbled, rubbing pointedly until the strange spatter
happened again and then he took away his hand with a deep breathless cry. Hips
stuttering and fingers tightening where they lie, Dean came once again inside
of the little girl that could only be his.
When she felt that warmth spread deep within her, just like it had that night,
she sobbed, but for a different reason than before. The girl was touching
absolute euphoria. In fact, she hadn’t felt so calm in months.
It was as if Dean had satisfied her demons, the ones that convinced her every
man was like Dean with the Mark, that sex would never be pleasurable. That she
could never trust again. Yes, one fuck with the real Dean had shut them up -
for a time at least.
“Dean. . Inside. .” she reminded him for the second time in his life once he
had finally come down and started to breath again.
“Fuck. .” he breathed, staying seated inside her for a moment before seeming to
snap to a quick decision and pulling out.
“Ah!” She jumped, but then screamed when his mouth latched onto her swollen
still-pulsing sex. Only this time he wasn’t sucking out copious amounts of
blood - but he was sure sucking alright. “Dean!” she cried, overstimulated and
unsure how to feel about what he was doing.
The experienced man finished slurping himself out of her with a sloppy smack of
his lips and an identical evil grin from before,
“Not sure if that’ll help, but I definitely got some of the sons-a-bitches.” he
shrugged, “We’ll take care of it if somethin’ happens, I highly doubt it will.”
you saw a dribble of what had to be his own come seeping out from the corner of
his mouth,
“You’ve. . you've got some. . uh. .” Crystal gestured to her own lip, blushing
like mad while he seemed utterly unfazed.
“Oh what?” he mocked confusion, “You want a kiss?” and just like that, with her
squealing and all, Dean gathered her up and turned her to plant his dirty sexy
mouth right onto her tightly closed one.
After a moment of initial shock, Dean was finally able to coax Crystal into a
passionate sensual kiss, where he entangled their tongues and allowed her to
taste him. She moaned at the twang, slightly bitter with a hint of something
just Dean.
The girl’s body began to sag in his grip, and he smirked on her lips, realizing
that she might be about to fall asleep. He broke the tender kiss with a peck to
the nose and lowered her down. . he wasn’t about to take sleep away from her,
knowing it was probably the first she’d get in awhile.
Both bodies collapsed on the bed, jellied and quaking from lingering
excitement, but Dean noticed that Crystal was almost immediately drowsy.
Her beautiful blue eyes were drooping as soon as her head fell on a pillow, so
he took it upon himself to wrap her up into him; dragging her tiny body against
his because of this strange need to protect her, to make her feel safe.
“You hurtin’ at all?” it was a question he asked sometimes fueled by pride, but
for her it was genuine, it wasn’t his goal to make her feel him for the next
week in remembrance.
“A little, but it’s okay,” she yawned, “I’m okay.” and then a moment later,
“That was. .” he braced for failure, “Incredible.”
With a relieved sigh he affirmed, “It really was.”
Against him she was in bliss, his heartbeat lulled her, and strong breaths
reminded her she was not alone.
All of those sleepless nights and building exhaustion caught up to her as soon
as she came down from that final uproarious climax, and something deep in her
soul told her she was about to sleep - actually sleep - for the first time
since her life changed.
Only when she woke, would she think about what had happened here, for now she
didn’t question it because for the first time in a long time she felt
completely at peace.
That sleep was conquering her, muddling her thoughts and worries, but that deep
voice - the one of both dreams and nightmares - snuck into her ear,
“I gotta leave before your momma gets home,” she had the capacity to feel heavy
in her chest, “I’ll leave an address and my number in your nightstand. . I want
you to call me whenever you need sweetheart. Show up at my door, I don’t care.
Whatever you need, whenever you need it. . I’ll be there. Promise.”
“Thank you Dean. . for - for everything,” her voice was slurred and thick, just
on the brink of sleep, but she heard him chuckle softly at being thanked for
sex. It was so much more than that though, and he knew it too.
“Crystal,” he traced the bone in her hip jutting out just beneath his fingers,
“I. . I’m so sorry. About that night - everything. I’m just so fucking sorry.”
There was heartbreak there, so she made sure the final thing she said before
long-awaited sleep took her under was,
“It’s okay.”
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