12 hours earlier…

"(Y?N)! Come on! We gotta get goin' in an hour!" Dean yelled from outside the bathroom door. I just got in! you thought as your hands scrubbed the shampoo into your hair. Ready in an hour? Ya right. In an hour, you both had to be out on the road to bear through the four hour drive to the next hunt: a couple vamps making meals out of the local town.

"If you don't hurry up, I'll drag your pretty ass out of there!" You smirked at his use of "pretty ass".

"You know I can't take you serious when you talk like that!" Suddenly, you heard the bathroom door open and close. You could see Dean through the semi-clear shower curtain and felt your heart race as he started stripping his clothing. Dean's head appeared around the curtain and you slightly jumped as he looked you up and down with a big smile.

"Oh, don't I know, baby girl." The last articles of his clothing fell to the ground and he practically jumped into the shower and pinned you against the shower wall. His arms wrapped around you and skimmed down to your back before promptly hoisting you by your ass against his already hardening cock.

"I thought you said we had to leave in an hour? Won't we be late?" Dean's mouth attached itself to your neck, kissing and sucking, and made your thoughts completely disappear.

"Changed my mind." His mouth trailed farther up to your ear and a cough resided from his mouth.

"You okay?" You asked. He nodded and pointed to your hair.

"Let's get your hair rinsed out first." He sharply turned you around and began to scrub the shampoo out of your hair. You would have revelled in the feeling, but your senses were to distracted by Dean's constant and unpredictable grinding against you.

"Dean, we're gonna be late if we-" your sentence was interrupted by Dean grabbing you by the ends of your hair and pulling you slowly against you.

"Baby girl, you're not behaving." A rush of heat spiralled down you and a slight moan escaped your throat. You stayed silent until he seemed satisfied, to which he spun you back around and pinned you once more against the wall. Only this time, he hoisted you up to where you sat on his shoulders, his face straight in front of your core.

"You've been a good girl this week, baby girl. You did especially well taking out that werewolf back in Memphis" Dean's tongue licked a heavy strip up your folds and the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding suddenly came out in a breathy moan, "and I do believe good girls get rewarded." He looked at you as if for confirmation on his statement before setting a slow pace and delving into your folds. Another moaned escaped from your mouth as Dean's hands raked down your ass cheek and was followed by a fast set of flicks against your clit with his tongue. He looked up at your face and was glad to see how much you were writhing. Dean couldn't hold it in any longer before he pulled away from you, making you drop and shriek before catching you and pinning you once more against the wall. He wrapped your legs around his hips before roughly thrusting into you and groaned into your ear.

"You see what you do to me, (Y/N)? I'm supposed to be in charge," thrust, "I'm supposed to be dominant," thrust, "yet you get me to where I have to have you right now." The last few words came out of gritted teeth as his thrusted came more harshly. His teeth grazed down your breast and caught your nipple in his mouth. He alternated between sucking and nipping your nipple before he was satisfied with your condition. You moaned something under your breath and Dean's attention was brought back to you instead of your body.

"What was that, (Y/N)?" You fought the urge to say it again, but, as usual, Dean was relentless.

"Oh, come on, baby girl. Tell you what, you can whisper it in my ear. Don't worry, Sammy won't hear us." Your eyes widened and looked towards the door as you realized Sam was still out there in the bedroom next door, waiting for the two of you to take him to whatever destination he needed for his research on his own hunt. Dean's hand turned your face back to his and he leaned down and nibbled on your earlobe, slowing his thrusts down to drive you crazy.

"Don't be shy, baby girl." Your head rolled back as his lips, teeth and tongue dominated your neck and breasts. You tried to concentrate on the water that was still pouring out of the shower head, tried to focus on each and every droplet of water, but suddenly you could feel your climax getting closer. Dean knew the signs to your impending climax and suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving you breathing heavily and looking at him frustratedly.

"What?" Dean said as he teased you by rubbing his cock against your clit, "you know what you have to say." He smiled at his victory. You couldn't stand it anymore, as quickly as he'd stopped, you jumped up onto him and made himself thrust back inside you. Dean stood there as you rode him, relentlessly searching for your climax. When the familiar heat came rushing back, Dean grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his head as he began his own relentless search. Just as Dean's teeth had bit down on your neck, your body shot forward against him, causing him to press you back against the shower wall, as your climax shook through you. Seconds passed, and you noticed Dean's thrusts getting more and more fervent. His lips kissed delicately against your jawline, silently pleading for you to say it. HIs hands, however, gripped tightly against your wrists as they held you in place. It's almost certain you'd have some light bruising, but that's what happened when you did this to him, made him want this so badly he'd lose control. You didn't mind it, but the time for playing games had past and Dean needed to release himself into pleasure. So, with a smile, you pulled your hands down to his cheeks, his eyes opening quickly at the sudden loss of control and brought his mouth to yours. Your tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance even though you were the one in control right now. You were the one that could decide by one word whether or not he'd be able to come. And you loved it. Slowly, your hands guided him to the crook of your neck and you turned your head towards his ear.

"Dean…" his thrusts sped up at the sound of your voice, "Dean..." His breathing quickened at the thought that you were going to give in. A low growl escaped from Dean's throat as his mouth latched onto your shoulder, loudly pleading for you to say it.

"Dean…" his thrusts became excited and waited for your permission, "Daddy, cum for me." That's it. Like a flame to the fuse, his thrusts became choppy as a loud, animalistic groan escaped from his lips, making him bit down harder to be quieter, and you felt his warmth spill inside you. Dean stayed there for a while before reaching over and turning off the water. The two of you stayed there, standing in the shower, until you started shivering from the cool air that rose out of the vent below. Dean kissed your lips before grabbing the towel on the wall and wrapped it around you.

"Good girl." He whispered before stepping out of the tub and holding his arms out to help you out of the tub. You allowed him to hoist you out of the tub as he kissed your cheek and set you down.

"Now," Dean leaned towards your ear and whispered, "hurry up, baby girl." He smacked your ass with a wink as he wrapped the remaining towel around his waist and shut the bathroom door behind him. Leaving you standing there, naked and a blushing face to match the color of your towel.