The two men were sitting out in the war room at one of the tables. Dean, as usual, had his feet up on the table, nursing along some whiskey in a glass tumbler and Sam sat across from him, his hazel eyes focused the laptop in front of him when Brielle breezed into the room. Dean's eyes moved to the brunette immediately, moving up from her nude heels to her tanned legs to her white sundress. "Where are you going dressed like that?" His tone held a hint of suspicion and she slipped on her jean jacket over her bare shoulders.

Brielle's eyes moved to Dean's and he quirked an eyebrow, awaiting her response. Her dark hair was down, falling in waves around her shoulders, something she did very rarely. "I was gonna grab some lunch out..." Sam watched the exchange between his older brother and his friend quietly.

Dean considered that before downing the rest of the amber liquid and setting the glass down. "I could eat." He started to get up and Brielle looked over at Sam, somewhat unnerved. Sam's eyes narrowed a bit as Brielle shifted her purse from one shoulder to the other.

"I was gonna go by myself." Brielle eyed the keyring on the wooden table in front of Dean as he froze, glancing at Sam. "Can I... take your car?" He stood up the rest of the way, folding his arms across his chest.

Sam's eyebrows nearly reached his hairline now. "Brie?" Brielle sighed defeatedly, her eyes meeting his, silently pleading for his support.

"I have a date." There, she'd said it.

Dean was still standing there, his eyes on the young woman in front of them. "A date? You... have a date?" That comment earned him a dirty look.

"Is that so hard to believe?" She sassed Dean and his expression softened somewhat, giving her goosebumps.

"That's not... what I meant," His voice was quiet. "Who's the guy? When did you even have time to meet someone?" Dean's older brother tone made Sam smile; for once it wasn't directed at him.

"At the gas station the other day..." Brielle paused when Dean studied her features for signs of deception, but came up empty. "You went inside to pay and he pulled into the pump next to us... liked your car... asked for my number."

Dean eyed her closely before reaching for his keys. "Just for the record, I don't like this." He dangled the keyring in front of her. When Brielle reached for them, Dean pulled them just out of reach. "I'm gonna go with you." Her chocolate eyes were trained on the older man in front of her.

"Dean!" Brielle whined.

"I wanna make sure you're safe."

"I'll be fine." She made a grab for the keys and he smirked at the height difference between them. "Damnit Dean."

"Let me tail you. We don't know this guy and it might not be safe." Sam leaned back in his chair to watch the two people he cared about more than anything banter back and forth. He knew Dean was going to cave, but not without giving her shit first.

Brielle tweeked his nipple through his thin tshirt and he hissed, her fingers snatching the keys. That move made Sam laugh out loud. "Dean, please. I have been holed up with you guys for a year." Pause. "A girl has... needs."

Dean's jaw dropped. "That's why you went out yesterday and got your hair cut and the manicure and the wax..." That actually made him blush at the thought of the brunette getting her most intimate areas groomed. Sam chuckled at his brother's sudden loss for words. "Brielle..."

She eyed him suspiciously, her steely eyes studying him closely. "How... did you know I got a wax?" Sam shifted in the chair, eyeing his older brother curiously. Dean immediately got all flustered, which was completely out of character for him and shook his head. "Dean?"

"I saw the reciept, alright?" His cheeks flushed slightly, which was even rarer for him. "And stop changing the subject."

"Thanks for the car. I'll take care of her." Brielle's fingers tugged on his tshirt and pulled him down for a kiss on his stubbled cheek. "I'll be careful. Promise."

"Leave your phone on." Sam kissed her cheek when she leaned down when she passed by him and the boys watched her walk to the garage, her heels clicking down the hallway.

"I don't like this." Dean hissed at Sam. "I'm gonna follow her."

Sam held up a hand. "Dean, let her go. She's fine. I'll text her in a little while." He smirked at his brother's lost expression. He pushed his laptop closed. "Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"Liar."

"Shuddup."

The date was nice. Nathan had taken Brielle to a movie and then out for coffee and a slice of pie at a local diner. They talked for an hour before he finally had to get going because he had to work night shift. Nathan walked her to Dean's car and kissed her softly before heading to his own truck and pulling out of the diner parking lot.

Brielle climbed inside the impala and sighed tearfully, putting the key into the ignition. Yes, he'd had been a perfect gentleman and she just needed... release. Her head fell back against the leather headrest and she turned the key, feeling the engine roar to life before she shifted gears, pulling out onto the road to head back to the bunker.

It had been three hours since Brielle had taken off on her date and Dean was pacing the main room in the bunker. He froze when he heard the domed door open and close, then the clicking of high heels. "Brielle?"

"Yeah." She sounded pissed off and he watched her walk down the curved staircase and set down her purse and his keys next to the antique lamp on the lighted table. Her eyes didn't quite meet his and the older man half leaned, half sat on the table.

"How'd it go?"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"He was a perfect gentleman." The way she said it made his brow wrinkle.

"Is... that bad?" Dean saw her arms cross over her chest, pulling the material down taut, a hint of her pale yellow bra showing.

"No."

Dean wet his lips. "You didn't want him... to be a gentleman?"

That made tears sting her eyes. She was so sexually frusterated and he obviously didin't understand that. He saw her getting even more upset and Brielle suddenly felt his arms came around her shoulders in a warm hug and he felt her sigh and hug him back.

"Dean, I just..." Her whisper made him nod.

He murmured, finally understanding now. "Sorry sweetheart. That's the worst."

Brielle pushed back from him and wiped her eyes. "I'm gonna go lay down." She picked up his freshly poured glass of whiskey and downed half of it before disappearing down the hallway.

Dean watched her go and sighed. He would love to just take her now, while his brother was out running errands, but that was Sam's good friend and he wanted to respect that.

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Brielle was in her room. She took off her earrings and her heels, putting them away before unzipping the side of her dress. She slipped it off and was standing there in her pale yellow lingerie, looking into the full length mirror she'd installed.

A knock on the door startled her and she pulled on a robe, tying it at the waist. The brunette pulled open the door to reveal Dean. "Yeah?" Brielle sounded sad.

"I'm sorry I gave you a hard time earlier." He was sincere and that made her smile a bit.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for being a bitch." Dean smiled at her. "And for tweaking your nipple."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah that was pretty low." Something about the way he said that made the blood rush to her groin. "I'll get you for that one."

"Yeah?" Her gray eyes darkened and he watched her expression. "I'll be waiting."

Dean swallowed hard and eyed her. "Brielle?"

"Yes?"

"I'll be in my room if you need... anything." Her eyes slid down to the hunter's pouty lips for a split second. "Alright?" Her eyes closed then and she nodded. "Sorry about your date."

"Thanks." Her voice was breathy and he nodded before ducking out of there before something happened. The door closed behind him and she turned, leaning her back against it.

Brielle removed her lingerie and slipped on one of Dean's old tshirts and a pair of pajama pants. Yes, it was only four in the afternoon, but she felt like sleeping. She crawled into her bed and wiggled inder the covers after pulling her vibrator out of the false bottom in the nightstand drawer.

She slid down her pants and sighed. She was so horny and this had been it for the last year. She was never out of Sam and Dean's sight for very long and the lack of sexual contact was making her crazy. And bitchy.

Brielle closed her eyes and pictured Dean, something she'd been doing for awhile. If he knew she got herself off to the thought of him, Dean would never let her live it down.

The look on his face was unreadable today, when she confessed that she had a lunch date. Almost like he was jealous. But he would never go for someone like her and she damn well knew it.

Dean sighed as he headed towards his room. He had to force himself to leave her room before he made a move that she would give into and probably regret. His jeans were getting extremely tight and he decided on a shower.

He turned on the water and stripped down, taking a deep breath in the steamy bathroom before he shoved the plastic curtains aside. Dean's hand wandered south as his thoughts strayed to the brunette down the hall. Fuck, knowing she was sexually frusterated and just down the hallway alone made him hard. He stroked gently, thinking about getting back out of the shower and going back into her room and getting her off until she didn't know her own name.

Not appropriate, Dean.

But she's so sexy, the devil on his left shoulder reminded him. Her figure was curvy and he knew Brielle thought she was too heavy, but he loved seeing her breasts bounce when she walked. And just the thought of her freshly waxed brought him to the edge and sent him spiraling over, his breathing heavy as he released his own frusteration.

Brielle rolled over and wiped the lube off her vibrator and placed it back in its hiding place before sliding her pajama pants back up over her hips. That hadn't sated her in the least. If anything, the ache in the pit of her stomach got even worse.

I'll be in my room if you need... anything.

Fuck, did she need something.

Her legs carried her down the hallway and she heard the shower running. Brielle paused before she knocked and heard Dean answer. "Yeah?"

"I just need to pee."

"I'm in the shower. You can come in if you want." She opened the unlocked bathroom door and a cloud of steam hit her. Brielle looked at the shower, wetting her lips at the thought of him naked on the other side of the vinyl curtain.

She used the toilet quickly and closed the lid. "Will you flush when you get out? I don't wanna give you the cold water." She heard him chuckle.

"I'm done." The water turned off and Brielle reached out to flush the toilet. She saw him pull the white towel he'd slung over the curtain over to his side.

Brielle snapped out of it and moved to wash her hands, her eyes on the mirror, watching him as he stepped out, towel around his waist. He moved up next to her to put on his deodorant and raked a hand through his damp messy hair. His green eyes met her in the mirror as he decided against shaving, running a tanned hand over his chin.

Brielle gave him a small smile as she turned to leave the bathroom and he spoke. "Brielle? You sure you're okay?" That made her stop on her way to the door.

"Yeah." She was still standing there, her back to him. Dean watched her pause in the mirror over his shoulder. "No."

"What's up?"

"I just..." Brielle squeezed her eyes shut. "Dean, I know Sam and I are good friends, but..."

"But what?"

"I just need..."

Dean set down his deodorant on the countertop. "Something you can't ask him for?" Brielle turned around, her eyes downcast.

"Yeah." He turned to face her and saw her avoiding his eyes. "I know you've probably never looked at me twice..." Dean crossed the bathroom and cupped her face in his calloused hands, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"I always think about you when I get myself off." His voice was an octave lower now and that was definately the last thing Brielle thought would come out of those sinful lips. Dean leaned in and brushed his lips to hers. "My room?"

He never took his towel off, just led the brunette to his bedroom, his fingers linked in hers, and closed the door behind him. "Brielle, before we do this," Dean paused, gaining her full attention. "Sam doesn't have to know. This can just be between us." His hands moved to her hips, his thumbs slipping under the hem of her thin tshirt. "Okay?"

"Thank you." Her breathy voice was enough to make him crazy. Brielle shivered when he slid the tshirt up her torso and slipped it off.

"Fuck." His right thumb and forefinger went to her nipple, eliciting a soft moan. Dean leaned in and ghosted a kiss to her neck. "Let's see that wax job. I've been thinking about it for the last two days, sweetheart." Brielle slid her pajama pants down and he growled softly at the sight. "Lay down on my bed."

Brielle's trembling legs carried her to the bed and she let Dean move her to sit at the edge of the bed. "Lay back." He knelt down and she whimpered and he had a predatory look in his eyes when he spread her thighs apart. Dean could feel her trembling. "Sweetheart, just relax." His tone was soft, but firm.

"I'll try." She spoke softly, up on her elbows, watching him.

His warm hands moved to her hips, smoothing down her thighs to the backs of her knees. Dean yanked her knees forward suddenly and Brielle yelped in surprise. "Dean."

He blew softly on her most intimate area and she moaned softly. Nothing could have prepared her for his hot mouth on her core, gently nipping and sucking as he went. "Fuck Dean." Her dirty mouth only encouraged him. He added a finger, then two before she got off with a curse, her fingers delved into his damp hair.

Dean kissed the inside of her thigh, nuzzling his scruff against her skin, making her shiver. He shifted so he could look at her. Her chest was heaving and she was struggling to catch her breath. "You okay babe?" His gravelly voice made her nod slightly. "Good." He started on her again and got her off a few more times, extremely pleased with the way her body responded to his touch.

"Dean," She breathed, her hands shaking as they came up to clutch her own wavy hair, splayed out on his bed. "Oh my gosh. You have a fucking talented mouth." The unfiltered compliment made him chuckle. "Fuck."

He moved up next to her, laying on his side, towel still on. Her chocolate eyes opened and she turned to face him as he dragged the back of his hand over his mouth and chin slowly. "You're a squirter." That made her blush and she closed her eyes, embarassed. "Sweetheart, that's so sexy. I've never been with anyone who did that." Her eyes opened and his green eyes were dark with want.

"No?" Dean's right hand moved to cup her breast and his mouth took a suckle as she watched him. "Mm, I love that." He smirked at her and let go of her nipple. "Kiss me." Dean's eyebrow quirked. "I don't mind that you did that first." He shifted and his lips met hers, soft at first then more demanding. Her hands explored his hard body, now within her reach. He felt her reach down and tug at the towel until he was free. "Fuck Dean, I wanna look at you."

Dean moved back and rolled over and she yanked the towel away from him and gazed down at his body. Her left hand wrapped around his cock and she moaned softly, her thumb smoothing over the velvety soft head, her eyes moving to his as she stroked him slowly, making his jaw clench. "Brie," He grunted softly. His cock twitched in her hand and Dean looked at her, shocked.

"You don't have to." He knew most woman didn't enjoy doing that.

"Damn Dean, no wonder you're such a cocky bastard." Her snark ended with her taking him into the soft, wet confines of her dirty mouth. His eyes rolled back and he had to control himself or he was never going to get to fuck the sexy woman on her knees in bed with him. "Dean, let me know when you're gonna come." Then she started again.

"Yeah," He breathed and she continued her magic, massaging his balls as she worked him over, occasionally making eye contact with him as she laved her tongue over the sensitive veins in his shaft. "Fuck, Brie... I'm gonna-," He tried to pull back so he could blow his load into the towel but she shoved him away and swallowed every drop. He lay back, his heart pounding in his chest and she lay down next to him. "Damn Brielle."

"I'm gonna go grab a shower." She got up and grabbed her clothes. "Thanks, Dean." Before he could speak, Brielle was out the door and he heard the shower start down the hallway a few seconds later. He sat up and looked at his comforter with a smirk. He wrapped the towel around his waist and pulled the blanket off his bed and headed down the hall to throw it in the washer.

"Guys?" Sam's voice floated down the hall a few moments and Dean looked up from his jeans, zipping them up and slipping on a shirt. "I'm back. I have food."

"Coming." Dean called and he walked by the bathroom, the door still closed. "Sammy's back." He tapped on the door and it opened, the light turning off. She was back in her pajamas and her eyes moved to meet his. He couldn't read her expression.

"I'll be down in a second." He watched her cross the hallway and go into her bedroom before he headed down to the living area.

"Hey," Sam was setting some grocery bags down on the lighted table. "I got our dry cleaning too. There's some more bags in the car." Dean nodded and slipped on his shoes. "Brielle back?"

"Yeah, she was just grabbing a shower." Dean spoke and his brother nodded.

"How'd her date go?"

"She had fun." Was all Dean said and Sam nodded, a smile on his face before the two men walked back upstairs to get the dry cleaning and the rest of the groceries.

"Hey Brie," Sam kissed her temple and she hugged him when they came back inside. "How'd your date go?"

"It was nice." Was all she said. Sam nodded and they started to put things away. "What do you guys want for dinner?" She looked over at Dean, who was wearing a sexy smirk and she gave him a hard look. "Sammy?"

"How about some pork chops?" She nodded and got to work, cutting some potatoes and carrots and stuffed the chops with cheese and mushrooms and turned on the oven to preheat.

Dean was sitting at the table, watching her and she gave him a quizzical look. He watched Brielle move around the bunker kitchen, an apron on and her hair pulled back. He was thinking about the events that transpired only an hour before. Brielle put the vegetables and foil covered chops into the oven and closed the door before turning around to find Dean's emerald eyes still trained on her. "What?"

"Nothing." His voice was softer somehow and she looked pointedly at Sam, who was sitting on the couch, then back to Dean. "Talk later?"

"Fine." Talking was the last thing Brielle wanted; actually, catching feelings was the last thing she wanted. She took off her apron and skirted around the table to sit next to Sam on the leather couch, his right arm coming around her. Dean got up to make a pot of coffee. It was nearing 7pm and he didn't want to be buzzed when he and Brielle spoke privately later.

Dinner was ready just before 8pm and they ate in front of the tv. Sam loaded the dishwasher and Brielle smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, Sammy."

"Thanks for dinner. You're amazing." He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "I'm gonna grab a shower and head to bed. Dean, lock up?" He looked to his brother, who nodded. The younger man left the room and Dean moved from the table, pushing his chair in before going to check the doors and turn on the alarm system.

Brielle walked down to her room and lit a candle in her bedroom before she went to brush her teeth. Dean came down the hallway and paused in the bathroom doorway, his eyes on hers in the mirror. "I'm gonna change, then I wanna talk to you." Pause. "I'll be down in a few minutes." She nodded and he left.

Brielle rinsed her mouth out and walked down to her room again. The vanilla candle's scent was pleasant and she closed the door most of the way. She heard Dean moving around before he appeared in her doorway in low riding pajama pants. "Hey,"

"Hey," She moved to close the door when he stepped inside her bedroom. Sam didn't need to know about this. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk about this afternoon." He almost sounded confused and Brielle sat down on her bed. "Today was... amazing. I hope you felt the same way." Dean paused. "I just wanted to know... if this was a one time thing, or..." That made Brielle's eyes widen.

"Do you... want it to be more than one time?" Dean didn't answer and she got up to pace.

"I mean," Dean ran a nervous hand over his mouth. "I would be down with that."

Her eyebrow quirked. "If we... did this on a semi-regular basis... are you going to be... exclusive?" Dean considered that for a second.

"I haven't slept with anyone in 8 months, maybe longer." His green orbs were on hers and she let out a breath she'd been holding a few seconds longer that normal. "So, yeah. Exclusive."

The brunette moved her eyes and considered his words. "So this is just sex, nothing else, right?"

Dean gave her a look. "Yeah, of course."

The way he said it made her eyes snap to his. "Because I don't want any feelings to be involved, Dean." His eyebrow quirked this time at her very frank statement.

"Just sex..." It almost sounded like a question. "And Sam doesn't need to know." Dean confirmed.

"Right." Brielle agreed; she and Sam had been friends since college; Jess was her best friend and after her death, Sam and Brielle had gotten close. So close in fact, that he confessed everything about his old life to her. Brielle turned to pull back her comforter. "I'm gonna hit the hay." Dean was still standing there just inside her doorway. "Anything else?"

"I guess not." Dean eyed her closely. "Night." He moved to her and hugged her tight for a couple seconds before leaning in to peck her cheek.

"Night."