As soon as Sam and Dean left the hotel room, you made your way down to the spa. A little nervous, since it was your first time truly ever pampering yourself. The hallway to the spa was painted a pale blue, calming as classical music played softly from the speakers. Woman of various ages passed by you, dressed in fluffy white robes. Some even had green masks on their faces or white spreaders on their toes.

"How can I help you?" A young woman, dressed in khakis and a blue polo shirt asked. She was standing behind the main desk, a smile on her face.

"I believe I have an appointment." You announced, feeling silly. You were a hunter, you weren't meant for places like this. You never painted your toes. Sure, your hair was silky and smooth, but that was because of the shampoo you had stolen from Sam, not because you actually took care of it.

Giving her your name, you waited nervously as she typed it into the computer, before whistling softly. "Yes, you do. It looks like you have the VIP pass."

"What's that mean?" You asked her, as she handed you one of the fluffy robes, this one a light blue, along with a keycard.

"It means you can go into any of our rooms, and you don't have to wait. You bypass the lines." She explained, handing the items over.

"So, I can do whatever?" You asked her, and she nodded before guiding you down the hall to a small locker room. Pointing you to the locker, she continued.

"Yep, but I suggest starting with the massage first. Henry's here for only another hour, and he's simply the best." She said. "You can place your clothes in your locker, all you need to wear is the robe."

Nibbling on your lip, you quickly shed your clothes, grateful there was no one else in the locker room. Tying the robe securely around you, you glanced at the map, making your way out of the room. Knocking on the door marked 23, a young, very blond man opened it.

"Ooh, a VIP." He answered, a slight accent to his voice. "We don't get them very often. Come in."

Stepping into the room, you saw the massage table laid out in the middle, with candles lit throughout the room. "I'll be right back. Take your robe off, lay face down on the bed. You can use this towel to cover your lower self." He instructed, leaving the room.

As you placed your robe on the hanger, you wondered if Dean really knew what was going to happen. If he had realized that you were going to be naked in front of another man. Even if you were laying down on a table, you knew he wouldn't like it. He was possessive.

Henry came back a brief time later, getting to work without any delay. You melted like butter under his touch, your muscles relaxing for the first time since you could remember. "Have you ever had a massage?" He asked you, and you shook your head. "Your muscles are strong, very strong for a woman your size. But they are tight, with both tension and use. And these scars."

"I have a rough job." Was all you told him.

Almost an hour passed before he was satisfied with your work. Standing up, you almost fell back over as your muscled refused to follow your command. "That happens. Your muscles are relaxed, which isn't the norm in your case. I suggest going and getting a pedicure. They have smoothies you can drink, will help rehydrate your body."

Hours later, feeling like a different person, you went back to your locker, grabbing your clothes. Instead of changing there, with at least five other women, you kept the robe on, making your way out into the main part of the hotel. People were coming and going. Couples heading into the fancy restaurant for date, families heading into the complimentary buffet. A couple of men glanced your way, and you weren't sure if it was because you were wearing the robe, or if they liked the way you looked. As you waited for the elevator, one man, handsome and around your age came up to you.

"I don't usually do this. But I'm in town on business, and was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me. The name's Mike by the way." He asked, holding his hand out, looking as nervous as you had when you went into the spa.

"That's a nice offer, but..." You started, turning the nice man down gently, but an arm wrapped around your waist, a familiar voice answering for you.

"She's with me. So, move along buddy." Dean practically growled, and the man scampered away.

"Dean! I had it under control." You chastised him, seeing him and Sam standing there, still in their FBI garb. Both men had loosened their ties, and you could sense Dean was itching to get out of the confining clothes, back in his normal attire.

With his hand on your lower back, he guided you into the elevator. "I didn't like the way he was looking at you." He grumbled, the three of you the only ones on the ride. "Especially since you're just wearing a robe. Is there anything underneath that?"

"Maybe you'll find out when we get back into our room." You hinted, watching as his tongue slid out, licking his lower lip in anticipation.

"So, Y/N how did you enjoy the spa?" Sam asked, changing the subject before things became too awkward for him.

"It was actually nice." You told him. "I was nervous at first, but the masseuse had amazing hands. He had my muscles relaxing in no time."

"He?" Dean asked, an eyebrow raising, exactly like you knew it would.

"Yep, Henry. Young handsome man with the most amazing hands in the world." You teased, just to rile him up. "It felt weird, especially with just a towel covering my butt, but it was worth it."

With a growl deep in his throat, Dean had you out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened. "Dinner's gonna be late tonight Sammy." Dean threw over his shoulder as he opened the door to your room.

Pushing you inside, he shut and locked the door. Ready to head towards the bed, Dean grasped your arm, pressing you against the wall, his body caging you in. "I don't like that another man had his hands on you Y/N." He grumbled deep in his throat.

"Don't worry Dean. His hands weren't the ones I wanted." You whispered. With one hand above your head, he used the other to untie your robe, his hand sneaking in to find you naked underneath.

"Damn Y/N. I think you're trying to kill me." He muttered, pressing a kiss to your lips as he slid the robe off your shoulders, letting it pull at your feet. With his knee, he gently pushed apart your legs, the denim rough against your bare skin. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed back fervently, arching into his touch when his hand latched onto your breast, his fingers gently rolling the nipple.

Moving his lips down, he nibbled hungrily on your skin, and you knew there would probably be a mark there. "Dean." You breathed, as his hand moved lower, tightening your stomach muscles. Sliding down lower, his thick and callused fingers slid through your fold, brushing around your clit before teasing your entrance.

"So wet. Is it for me, or that masseuse?" He asked you, as his thumb came to press down on your clit. Wanting to press down, needing more, you groaned.

"You, always and forever you." You breathed out, before he picked you up, carrying you to the bed. Quickly shedding his clothes, he joined you on the bed, climbing between your sprawled legs.

Without saying a word, he ran his hands up your thighs, the calluses on his hands creating a rough friction. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, before his mouth followed his hands, kissing along your inner thighs. Clenching your hands in the sheets, you resisted the urge to reach down, to grasp his spiky hair and press his head right where you were throbbing. He was taking his sweet time, and you were a squirming mess before his tongue finally licked its way up your folds.

"Dean!" You exclaimed, unable to tell him exactly what you wanted. But the two of you had done this enough, he could play you better than any instrument, having you coming faster than anyone else ever had. He had ruined you for any other man, and you knew he was proud of that fact.

As his mouth paid close attention to your little bundle of nerves, his fingers teased your entrance, barely sliding in, before moving back out. Writhing in place, you felt like you could explode at any minute. With a wink sent your way, Dean slid one deliciously long and thick finger inside you, curling it just right and you came undone.

Screaming his name, your back arched as the pleasure coursed through your entire body, from your hair to the tips of your toes. As you came down from your high, Dean clambered up the bed, settling himself over you. Rubbing his tip along your entrance, he pressed inside while you were still reeling from the aftershocks.

Tilting his head down, he captured your lips with his as he seated himself in one quick motion, and you almost came again from the sheer impact of it. Letting you get used to him, he began to slide in and out, slowly, his movements brushing against your sensitive clit. "More." You pleaded with him. "Faster please. Dean!"

"Anything for you." He whispered, thrusting his hips back and forth, faster and faster, his hands moving to your hips to hold you tight against him. You could feel yourself getting closer once again, your body tightening against Dean's. With his knowledge of your body, he knew you were close, his fingers moving down and rubbing your clit.

Once again you exploded, your eyes closing as the pleasure almost became too much. Dean followed quickly behind, grunting your name as he pressed tight against you, his hips still.

"Damn." He muttered once he came down from his high. Pulling from you, he settled against your side, neither of you caring that you were covered in sweat.

"Well, that was better than any massage." You whispered, earning a hearty chuckle from him.