Summary: A one-night stand with Dean makes you crave more.

The smell of bacon wakes you up. For a moment you feel disorientated, you're used to rising to a tranquil house. It doesn't mean that it's noisy right now, but the sounds coming from the kitchen prove that you are not alone in your home. At first, you get a little spooked because you live alone, but when you move to stand, a small ache between your legs reminds you of the night before. Yes, you remember now that you didn't come home solo last night. Though you are not sure why he's still doing here. You thought he'd be gone by morning, it was a one-night stand after all. You're not mad that he's here, but you're not pleased either.

You stand up from the bed, and slowly make your way towards the bathroom. The amazingly good sex you had was totally worth the tenseness of your body. You only hope that breakfast won't be awkward. After peeing, you put on your nightgown to cover your nakedness and make your way outside your room. As you walk through the hallway, the sounds coming from the kitchen grow louder. You can hear a soft humming and the coffee pot brewing the sweet nectar. You turn the corner and enter the room. Dean's naked back greets you instantly. His muscles flex while he cooks in front of the stove, he hasn't noticed your presence yet.

You met Dean Winchester a week ago when he came into your little town asking weird questions. That's the first time he told you that he was FBI, he even showed you his badge. And it's true that there was something odd going around your recent neighbor's deaths, but you didn't think the FBI would be interested in that sort of thing. Though, you answered all of his inquiries. Part of the reason why you did it was because you thought he was hot and maybe would get a chance to bang that. That didn't happen until yesterday. However, in the following days of his arrival, you encountered him plenty of times. That wasn't very unusual considering you live in a small town where basically everybody knows everybody and newcomers don't go unnoticed. So, every time you would pass him on the streets, you show him a slight smile and a sexy walk. He never failed to reciprocate. Once you even approached him at the diner to flirt with him. You had expected to walk out that night with him and your arm and then take him home. Nevertheless, that didn't happen. Shortly after you started talking to him, he received a call from his partner about a new lead in the case and had to leave. You had been very disappointed. So, yesterday's rendezvous was long overdue. You both craved for it, and it was noticeable by the way he left light bruises on your body. Not that your mind.

"What are you doing?" you ask from the kitchen's entrance. Dean is startled by your approach, he turns around so fast that the spoon he is holding goes flying. Heat goes to his cheeks in embarrassment, but he tries to cover it with a light cough.

"Just doing some cooking, I hope you don't mind?"

You pick up the spoon and hand it over back to him, "Not really, but I thought you'll be gone by now?"

He laughs lightly as he continues cooking. On the stove there's bacon and eggs, it looks good. "I would've, but I thought I should... thank you for last night."

When you first met Dean Winchester, you were sure he was a womanizer, that he was the kind of guy that would sleep with women and then just leave them. You aren't sure he isn't, yet you aren't sure he is. Of course, you had expected him to be gone by morning, like most of your one-night stands. You half-wanted to throw him out now, but you weren't going to do that, not when he was cooking breakfast and it smelled delicious.

"Alright," you comply. Dean glances at you with a smirk.

The light coming from the window hits just perfectly, which makes his eyes appear greener. One of his strong hands pats your arm briefly, and your mind goes back to the way he held your waist while he fucked you from behind. Your pussy quivers with the reminder of his hard cock deep inside you. Yes, Dean Winchester has had been one of the best fucks you've had in a long time. When you finished shagging, you had hoped that it was the same for him. That he would think back to that night and remember the small-town girl with the tight cunt whom he pounded in all night. If the way he was making breakfast for you was any indication, it was pretty enjoyable for him too.

You offer to help Dean cook, but he refuses. Thus, you decide to sit back and revel in the show. It's not every day that you have a hot man in boxers feeding you. Maybe you should make it a two-night stand. Food gets served and breakfast goes mostly without a hitch. You don't talk much, but the lingering, craving gazes don't go unnoticed. Still, neither of you makes a move. You know that now that the case is over, he's leaving soon with his partner. Hell, he was probably about to leave last night before you crossed paths with him. His companion looked very annoyed when you and Dean left the bar. Not that it stopped either of you. The exact same opposite, apparently. The possibility of never seeing this man gave you the push you needed to have sex with him. That same push that you're feeling right now. Yes, you definitely should fuck him some more.

As you finish breakfast, you decide to pursue your desires. When Dean is placing the dishes in the sink, you sneak up behind him. Slowly, your hand travels from his elbow to his shoulder. You don't know if you imagine it, but Dean sucks in a breath in anticipation. He turns around and faces you, you don't give him time to say anything. Your hands lock behind his head as your lips clash with his. His hand moves to your waist instantly. The force of his hold pushes you between him and the sink. His touch is rough while he caresses you above the fabric of your shirt. His demanding lips force your mouth open, and he takes advantage of it to sneak in his tongue. You can feel the counter digging into your back, it's uncomfortable, and yet Dean's ministrations force you to take your mind off of it.

With your hand around his neck, you move his head to the side to make room for your wandering lips that travel from his mouth down to his sharp jawline. He lets out a content sigh. You nip and bite the tender flesh just under his growing beard. Dean's hand around your waist travels down to your ass, and he squeezes. The touch brings you closer to his hardening cock.

The nightgown covering you rapidly lays forgotten on the kitchen floor. Dean stops a moment to admire your naked body. You notice that he did the same thing last night, and he must really like what he sees because his pretty pink tongue licks his lips in a hungry manner. Well, he's not the only one that likes what they see. Taking advantage of the space between you, your hand wonders to his broad chest. Almost accidentally, your hand brushes against the side of his nipple. Dean shutters at the touch. You go back to attacking his lips. His palm rests at the side of your right breast momentarily before he cups you whole. The way he massages your nipple makes you moan into his mouth. The sound only makes him more eager. You want to make him feel good, too, so your touch slides down to his crotch. The image of him fucking you on your kitchen counter comes to your mind.

"Dean," you moan.

You're about to ask him to fuck you when his phone rings loudly. For a moment, neither of you care because you continue to grope each other. It's when the phone rings for the third time that Dean steps away from you. He's annoyed by the interruption, but he answers the phone.

"What, Sam?" There's a brief pause that you use to get your bearings back. "Now? Really? Can it wait?" Dean sends a look your way, then, whatever response he gets, it irritates him even more. "Whatever, I'll be there in fifteen." He hangs up.

"So, leaving already?" You try not to show much disappointment while you recover your breath.

"Yeah, my bro- partner and I have a work emergency." He takes one painful look at your uncovered body. His eyes stop for a moment on your perky nipples. You stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together.

"Mmm, well, you gotta do what you gotta do."

Dean nods, "I was really hoping to repeat yesterday, though."

"Me too," you agree, "and I don't usually do that."

"Oh, trust me, sweetheart," a sly smile lights up his features, "me neither."

You grin, then bend down to pick up your nightgown. You put on the clothing. "You better hurry up, your partner is waiting for you."

Five minutes later, you see Dean Winchester leave your apartment. Before he leaves, he gives you a long, hard kiss that makes your head spin. And if the look he gives you is any indication, this wouldn't be the last you would see of him.