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Title: A Reasonable Compromise

Author: Dee

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: NC-17 or MA

Pairings: Dean/OFC, Dean/OFC/Sam

Warnings: This one contains bondage and explicit sexual situations.

Disclaimer: I don’t have the title on my navel lint yet so please do not sue. This is for entertainment purposes only with no intent on infringing copyrights.

Summary: This is another one-shot to the story, Why We Fight. It comes after Aggressive Negotiations in the series or in place of it. A balance is finally struck between our three hunters.

 

“Where’s Sam?” Dean asked as he slammed the door to their cabin behind him.

 

“He went to the pharmacy in town to pick up some supplies. I needed some things,” Alex mumbled the last part, holding a hand to her lower back as she sat on the end of the bed. “You’ve been at the bar this whole time?” her eyes flashed up at him with a hint of underlying anger.

 

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” he furrowed his brow, giving her a dark look.

 

“Maybe,” she snapped in a petulant voice before she lowered her gaze to the floor. “Find anything interesting?” she hissed between clenched teeth when she stood up to walk to the bathroom, pain shooting through her back from the simple movement.

 

“I’m not out there trying to find anyone else if that’s what you’re getting at,” he followed her, standing in the doorway when she stood at the vanity. “I haven’t looked at another woman since we got together.”

 

“I seriously doubt that,” Alex sighed heavily while she splashed cool water over her face. “Damn, just what I need,” she stared at her reflection in the mirror and leaned in closer. “Another cut,” she doused a face cloth in the running water and dabbed at the blood on her cheek.

 

“You really think I was out there hunting down a piece of ass?” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and met her eyes in the mirror.

 

“I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders. “It was common place for you to do that often before we met,” she mumbled before she grabbed the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head with a hiss.

 

“That looks bad, Lex,” Dean said in a worried tone when he saw the dark bruises on her tanned skin. “You got those tonight when you hit that wall, didn’t you?” he came forward, moving her long braid aside and placing a hand between her shoulder blades to bend her forward so he could inspect her injuries.

 

“Get your hand off of me,” she resisted his insistent push by straightening up.

 

“Don’t be such a pain in the ass and let me look at it,” he argued and forced her forward until she leaned on the counter, resting on her forearms. “Damn it, Alex,” Dean snapped while he ran a hand over her abraded flesh. “You’ve got a few more cuts here and these bruises are deep.”

 

“What the fuck do you care?” she growled before she stood upright and glared at him in the mirror. “You were in such a hurry to get to the bar, you didn’t even check to see if I was injured after we left the job and got back here.”

 

“I knew you were hurt but not this bad,” he looked guilty for a moment before his temper spiked when she gave him an accusatory look. “Why do you think I’m out hunting down women? Don’t you trust me?”

 

“Do what you want, Dean,” she spun around, pushing him aside to walk out the door. “I don’t give a shit,” she lowered her head with a bitter tear in her eye as she moved into the bedroom.

 

“What the fuck is this all about?” he grabbed her shoulder, halting her forward momentum before he moved his hands to her upper arms. “I’m not cheating on you, Lex, and I don’t appreciate the accusation.”

 

“Let me go,” she said in a low, menacing tone.

 

“No, we need to talk about this,” he wrapped his arms around her ribcage when she tried to pull away.

 

“You stubborn son of a bitch,” she grated out of clenched teeth before she wrapped her right foot behind his leg and pushed back with all her weight. They impacted the floor hard with Dean on the bottom and Alex partially on top of him. A small cry of pain escaped her parted lips from jarring her already injured back before she rolled off of him and crawled towards the bed.

 

“I’m stubborn?” he grabbed a hold of her ankle and dragged her back towards him. “You’re the one that got yourself all fucked up against that demon. Ow!” he yelled out when she kicked him in the center of his chest. “Damn it, Lex,” he pulled her back again and crawled up her legs. “That hurt,” he hissed before he rolled her over on to her back and suddenly found himself launched over her head to land head to head with her. “What the fuck is this all about?” he yelled in frustration.

 

They rolled over, facing each other on their hands and knees, her black eyes glaring into his green. “Why did you run off to the bar the second we got back here?” she grated out of clenched teeth. “You can’t handle being with one woman? Is that it?” her bare breasts heaved in anger as she yelled out the last question.

 

“You’re all I need,” he shouted back at her. “I don’t want anyone else! Why do you constantly feel the need to throw yourself into the fight and get all fucked up? Don’t think for one second that we haven’t noticed, Lex!”

 

“Shut up and leave me alone,” she rose up on her knees moving to get to her feet when Dean lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulled her legs out until she fell back on the floor again. “Get off of me!” she screamed when he straddled her waist and pinned her arms down beside her head.

 

“Not a chance,” he grumbled out while he struggled to keep her arms down. “We obviously have some trust issues to iron out here and I’m not letting you up until we hash this shit out!”

 

“Ah!” her face twisted in pain before her dark eyes snapped open, all signs of discomfort gone when he released her wrists in concern. “Told you to leave me alone,” she growled before she grabbed his collar and pulled him into a headbutt. “Asshole,” she mumbled when he reared back and pushed him off of her.

 

“Bitch,” he rolled to his feet, wrapping his arms around her waist and threw her bodily on to their bed. “I forget how sneaky you are sometimes,” he grabbed her wrists pulling them together behind her back and sat on them, keeping them pinned under his weight. “You can be downright cold and calculating, Lex, usually a trait I like in a woman except when it’s directed at me,” he laughed as he pulled his shirts over his head and tore his t-shirt into strips. “But we can work on that,” he lifted up his hips, quickly tying the fabric around her wrists. “I should work the rodeo circuit,” he grinned when he rolled her over on to her back, her bound hands pinned beneath her.

 

“Let me go!”

 

“No!” Dean yelled back, taking her face between his hands to ensure she wouldn’t headbutt him again when he moved in close. “We need to get some shit straight between us. I am not cheating on you or looking to cheat on you so get that out of your head right now!”

 

“Get off of me, Dean!”

 

“No! And another thing, we agreed to work as a team and all I see out of you when we’re on a job is you rushing in like you can bodily shield Sam and I from any damn thing that comes our way,” his tone went dark with his anger while his eyes flashed between hers. “It doesn’t work that way! I’m sick and tired of coming home and patching your ass up after every gig!”

 

“Fuck you, Dean! I can handle any damn thing they throw at me,” she hissed with the deadliest look in her eyes that almost stunned him before she bucked her hips in an attempt to dislodge him. “Don’t bother patching me up anymore. Oh wait a minute you have already. After the past couple of jobs you didn’t even come into our room, you just dropped Sam and I off and ran out to the bar! Who gives a fuck if we’re hurt? Not you! You just had to get to the local watering hole to find who the hell knows what!”

 

“Fuck you too, Lex,” his face fell and his voice became subdued from her hurtful words. “I love you and you know it.”

 

“Do I?” she stared deep into his eyes trying to keep the emotion from her face. “I know Sam does, he tells me all the time but you stopped saying the actual words after our first month together and then you stopped talking altogether but I’m still good enough to fuck, aren’t I, Dean?”

 

“Shut up! You have no idea what you’re talking about!”

 

“Don’t I? You come back from the bar, take a shower, shoot your load in me and then roll over to go to sleep,” her temper picked back up again when he yelled at her and she kept the tears that wanted to fall at bay. “You always take me from behind these days and barely say a word. Is it that you can’t look at my face anymore? Are you so tired of me that you can’t even look at me anymore or do you need to picture someone else while you’re fucking me?”

 

“Shut up!” he screamed in her face before he backed down her legs, working the button of her jeans and tearing the zipper down. “You have no idea what is going through my mind when we’re together!” he scooted off the end of the bed pulling her pants roughly off her legs and throwing them on the floor before he started on his. “I’ve never been much of a talker my whole life and I’m not into the mushy sweet talk!” he kicked off his boots before he stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs and crawled between her spread legs. “It doesn’t help to have my brother in the same bed as me and my lover either!” he placed his arms under her legs as he continued forward until her knees were practically touching her shoulders. “I do love you and you should know that without me having to tell you to settle your fucking insecurities!”

 

“Dean…”

 

“Don’t say a fucking word, Lex,” he said low in his throat while he rubbed the head of his cock over her slick folds. “You want me to look at your face, in your eyes when I fuck you then I’m gonna do it,” he hissed as he pushed into her tight heat, his eyes rolling up into his head from the feel of her. “You want to see what I’m feeling while I make love to you then look,” he placed his hands on either side of her head and opened his eyes. “Look at how you make me feel, Lex!”

 

She stared into his angry eyes seeing a wealth of emotions lying beneath. He was hurt, furious, scared and insecure too but all of that faded when he began to move within her. Her eyes drifted closed when he pounded his length in and out of her pussy with his rage.

 

Dean leaned forward, his arms behind her knees and her thighs pressing against her breasts. Her ass was lifted off the bed and in perfect position for his thrusting shaft to penetrate her deep enough to brush her cervix. He kept up his furious pace for several minutes, listening to her cries of passion before he remembered her injured back.

 

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he growled low in his throat and remained still within her until she complied. He gingerly wrapped one arm around her back beneath her arms and pulled her upright before he rolled to a sitting position. “I hate you so much right now, Lex,” he whispered as he rose to his feet, holding her flush to his chest while still impaling her pussy and walked until her back was pressed against the wall. “Do you have any idea why?”

 

She couldn’t answer his question when he drove up into her body again. Her head went back with every upward thrust of his hard cock into her dripping wet pussy.

 

“You make me feel things that I never wanted to feel before I met you,” he rasped in her ear, his hands digging into her ass to lift her up and down his length. “I never wanted to be in love before! I never wanted anyone to see the things in my eyes that I feel; like how much you mean to me, how scared I am that I’m going to lose you, or how much I wish we could have a normal life so that the woman of my dreams didn’t have to risk her life beside me every single fucking day!”

 

“Dean…”

 

“Shut up, Lex,” he shook his head in frustration before he crushed his mouth on to hers.

 

His hips slapped against her ass in rapid, hard strokes. A picture fell off the wall and crashed to the floor from their frantic lovemaking. Alex’s legs tightened to an almost crushing point around his waist when her orgasm crashed over her in a wave.

 

She gasped heavily through her mouth, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she labored for breath. Her ankles unlocked behind his back causing her legs to slid down his to hang just off the floor. She opened her eyes when he settled her on her feet and slipped his still hard length from her body.

 

“You didn’t cum,” she whispered, glancing between his eyes.

 

“No, I didn’t,” he could see the pain in those black orbs that he loved so much before he leaned forward, pulling her over his shoulder and stood upright. “And not because you don’t make me hot, Lex, so don’t go getting all bitchy on me again,” he walked her back to the bed and dumped her on it. He knelt beside her taking her hips in his hands and flipped her over on to her stomach. “I’m just not done with you yet!”

 

With her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t move much without his assistance. Dean knelt behind her, using his knees to spread her legs apart and grabbed her hips to pull her up on to her knees, her face turned to the side pressed against the bed.

 

“And yes, I’m gonna fuck you from behind because I can’t bear to look into those eyes right now,” he slid his cock back into her hot depths sitting still for a moment to relish the feel of her. “I love you, Lex,” Dean leaned forward; wrapping an arm across her breasts and pulled her upright against his chest. “I know I don’t tell you enough,” he looped her braid around his wrist pulling her head to the side and ran his nose along her neck to her ear. “I should tell you every single day but I’m terrified that if I do, you’ll disappear on me and that would kill me just as sure as any demon.”

 

“Damn, you’re a pain in the ass,” he whispered before he bit down on the joint of her neck and shoulder and began to pump up into her body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back this time. He was going to lose himself in her but was bound and determined to take her with him.

 

He grabbed her right breast in his left hand, squeezing it tight and using his hold on her chest to push her into his thrusts. He bit and sucked on the flesh of her neck leaving his marks on her skin while he made love to her. “I’m making love to you,” he whispered, as he got closer to her ear. “I’m not fucking you, Lex. Even when we fuck we’re making love because that is what you are to me,” his voice was a whisper against her heated flesh making her shiver as he kept stroking in and out of her body.

 

Alex couldn’t move a muscle without Dean moving her. Her braid was still fisted around his hand. Her hands were still bound behind her back. He even controlled her breathing with his tight arm across her breasts. The last thing he had was the ability to touch her in all the right places, move just perfectly within her body that made her shatter into tiny shards of what she was. His.

 

Theirs.

 

Sam had the same ability. With a look, both of these men could make her wet. With a touch, they could turn her boneless. She belonged to them mind, body and soul.

 

Dean felt her quake against his chest. He knew she was on the precipice of going over. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pulling on the tip while he thrust up into her so deep that he almost took her off her knees. He felt himself swell up within her when she clamped down on his shaft and two more swift movements of his hips broke them both.

 

Several minutes later, Dean slipped his spent member from her quivering pussy. He unwrapped her braid from around his hand and gently eased her down on to the bed before he moved to stand beside it looking down at her. “I hate that I love you more than anything in this world except for maybe Sam,” he whispered as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him.

 

“I hate that we had the same life as kids. I hate that you were alone through it all. I hate that we met because of this fucked up life that was forced on us. I hate that we have to do what we do. I hate that you’re so damn good at it almost as much as I hate to say that we need you to do it,” he looked into her crying eyes before his gaze moved over her back. “There’s nothing I hate more than to see you hurt doing this and knowing one day you might not survive it because if that happens, all three of us will be dead and that is the reason I go to the bar every night,” a single tear fell down his cheek before he turned to go to the bathroom.

 

Alex silently cried curled up on her side, her body shuddering from her sobs.

 

“Baby?” The door closed and bags were dropped on the floor before she felt hands on her face and shoulder. She opened her tear-filled eyes to find Sam’s panic-stricken face before her. “Are you okay? Who did this to you?”

 

Of course he thought the worst when he walked into their cabin to find her tied up naked, crying with semen leaking down her legs. “Sam…” She tried to tell him it wasn’t what he thought but his name came out on a broken cry.

 

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he said in a gentle but shaking voice as he pulled his knife from his pocket and cut through the material binding her wrists. She saw the bathroom door open and Dean standing frozen there, his eyes widening when Sam tensed up behind her. “Did you do this to her?” Sam asked in shock.

 

“It isn’t what you think, Sammy,” Dean said sadly.

 

“Well I thought I just came back to our place to find our woman raped by some animal but then I see you walk out of the bathroom like that and I have to guess you had something to do with her being naked with her hands tied behind her hurt back and crying like there’s no tomorrow,” Sam rambled out quickly as his anger grew and moved to stand between Dean and their lady. “So tell me why it isn’t what I think, Dean! Why is she like this? Why is she crying? Why were her hands tied?” he stalked forward towards Dean who kept his eyes on the floor. “Why are there bite marks all over her neck and shoulder? Why are there more bruises on her skin now than when I left?”

 

“I tied her up after we had a disagreement,” Dean whispered. “Then we made love.”

 

“You made love?” Sam yelled in his brother’s face. “She was already hurt when I left, Dean, and she’s more fucked up now and you call that making love! Do you even know how to make love to her, you asshole?” he fisted his hands at his sides, ready to hit his brother for this before he felt a shaking hand settle on his forearm. He looked down at his side to find her standing there gazing up at him with those large black eyes. “Alex?”

 

“He knows how to make love to me, Sam,” she whispered as she caressed his cheek with her free hand before she turned to Dean. “He just did,” she smiled sadly when his head snapped up to meet her gaze. “I’ll do my best not to make you worry anymore than you already do in the future,” she stepped past Sam letting her touch linger before she took Dean’s face between her palms. “It isn’t in my nature to let anything happen to you two. If I can stop it I’d do anything at any cost but I don’t want to lose you by trying to save you. Does that make any sense?”

 

“It does to me,” he nodded his head with a slight smile while his hands ran up and down her sides. “I promise I’ll try not to shut you out and to tell you how I feel before it goes so far that my silence hurts you. I won’t run off and hide because I’m afraid to face my damn fears when it comes to you. I love you, Lex,” he said softly not even registering Sam’s presence or the confusion on his face.

 

“I love you too, Dean,” she smiled with light in her eyes before she kissed him gently on his lips. They broke on a gasp before she burrowed into his chest with him gently wrapping his arms around her back. “Sam, will you run a bath for the three of us please?” she whispered against Dean’s chest.

 

“Only if you tell me what the hell happened here tonight,” he ran his hand over the back of his neck and preceded them into the bathroom when Dean swept her up in his arms.

 

“Let’s just say we came to an understanding, Sammy,” Dean smiled down at Alex, kissing the top of her head while he waited for the tub to fill.

 

“My ass,” he griped over his shoulder while he adjusted the temperature. “I want details. For instance, does she like being tied up and just how submissive will a dominant personality like Alex become when you have her at your mercy?”

 

“You can find out for yourself, baby,” Alex gave Sam a sly grin and a wink before he shot to his feet and tried to take her into his arms. “After our bath, Sam,” she laughed when she swatted his hand away.

 

Dean stepped into the large garden tub and sat with Alex between his spread legs after Sam turned off the water and began to strip off his clothes. “Get in already so I don’t have to look at your naked ass longer than I have to,” he grumbled, keeping his face behind Alex’s head to shield his vision.

 

“I like his naked ass,” Alex smiled up at Sam and opened her arms for him to settle between her legs with his back against her chest. “If I could have this for the rest of my life, I’d be the happiest damn woman on the planet despite my crappy job,” she sighed as Dean ran his hands over her shoulders and she wrapped her arms around Sam’s chest.

 

“Hey Lex?”

 

“Yes Dean?”

 

“I want you to know something and never forget it, okay?” he looked down into her eyes when she turned her head towards him. “You are unique, one of a kind, a true original,” he said with an awkward look. “I’ve never met anyone like you, known anyone like you, loved anyone like you. To tell you the truth, until you came into my life, I didn’t even know there could be someone like you, someone who is so perfect for me. Finding you, knowing you, loving you…it’s been like starting life all over again for me, only better…better because this time I have you by my side and on my mind and in my heart. I wouldn’t change a day, an hour, a moment of my life since you. And even if I could, I’d never change a thing about you…because you are unique…my one and only original…my love,” he stared between her tear-filled eyes for several moments, getting uncomfortable from the silence until she lifted her arm, placing her hand on his cheek and kissing him gently on his lips.

 

“That was beautiful,” she whispered with shining eyes. “I love you, Dean.”

 

“I love you too, baby,” he nuzzled his face into her neck feeling a sense of peace fill his heart and soul with her in his arms.

 

“And you call me a girl,” Sam mumbled with a hint of humor in his voice before he burst out laughing when Dean smacked him on his head.

 

~ The End ~

 

For Amy because she wanted some angry sex!

 

Dean’s last devotion of love to Alex was written by J. Langdon and given to me by my loving husband today.

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mrsericszmanda
Mar. 20th, 2008 07:18 pm (UTC)
*sighs* This is my one and only favorite right now.
You must have read my mind.

angelsdee
Mar. 31st, 2008 12:24 pm (UTC)
Aww! *blushes* Thanks, babe, and thanks for the idea for the next one. Can't wait to get home and start it.
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