Dean Winchester (pre-series) (
followstheorders) wrote2012-09-23 08:56 pm
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Making a Connection.
The hunt seemed to last forever. Dean had tracked the water wraith through almost two entire states before he finally caught up with it. Even then, the damn thing almost drowned him before he put it down. Probably should have called in some help, Dad or Bobby, but he wanted to finish it on his own. That way he could slip off and take a few days for himself afterward.
Dean dragged into his motel room and made a beeline for the shower. The water that thing had lived in was freezing and he was still chilled to the bone even an hour later. Before he did anything else, he was going to use up all the hot water he could get a hold of. Which, of course, made him miss another shower he'd enjoyed. Man, he couldn't wait to get back.
After his shower, he pulled on a clean, dry pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ordered a pizza to be delivered. Then he flopped down on his bed, burrowing under the covers to thaw out and wait for his dinner.
Dean dragged into his motel room and made a beeline for the shower. The water that thing had lived in was freezing and he was still chilled to the bone even an hour later. Before he did anything else, he was going to use up all the hot water he could get a hold of. Which, of course, made him miss another shower he'd enjoyed. Man, he couldn't wait to get back.
After his shower, he pulled on a clean, dry pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ordered a pizza to be delivered. Then he flopped down on his bed, burrowing under the covers to thaw out and wait for his dinner.
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He decided to try tormenting them both a little. He picked up the lube and laid back, starting to slowly work himself open. When he was ready, he picked one of the larger, vibrating plugs from the bag and started to slowly work it in.
Finally, when it was in, he let himself lay back and rest, panting softly, his cock hard against his stomach. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and sent Nathaniel a message:
pick a number between 1 and 5
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4. Why?
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It took a minute before he could text back.
vibration setting. you're not making holding back easy!
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The thought of Dean sitting up on his bed, teasing himself like that... It made him regret that he had things to take care of. He'd prefer being back there, watching the show, giving some teasing as well.