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Tweak says, "I fly like paper"

Tess of the Endless (oneofmynames) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-10 16:48:00

Entry tags:

!closed, *log, dean winchester (end!verse), tessa

Who: Tessa and Dean(end!verse)
What: Conquests
When: Following this.
Where: Tessa's
Warnings: NSFW

Tessa still had possession of the dog she'd picked up when his master had dropped dead from a heart attack early Monday morning. She'd done some research, and it turned out the man was a bachelor, with no relatives in the city to speak of, so the humane society had been more than happy to sign custody of said dog--whose name, as revealed by further inspection of his tags, was Hiker--over to Tessa. They'd cut her a new set of tags on the spot, so now instead of being registered to some random dead guy, the number on his tags would ring up Tessa's apartment. Not that she anticipated letting him go 'hiking' without her.

To be honest, Tessa was a little surprised that Dean wanted to come by and make friends with the dog, but she supposed it had been a convenient excuse to 'make a habit' of seeing her, as he'd suggested. Tessa had already bought a case or two of beer in anticipation of the hunter's return, because if nothing else, Dean Winchester was a man of his word.

Or maybe just a creature of habit. Either way, Tessa liked to think she knew him pretty well.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-11 12:13 am UTC (link)

Tessa probably knew Dean better than most. She knew him on a different level, at the very least. But she probably didn't expect him to show up at her door asking for a playdate with a dog he was clearly terrified to be near, and with blood on his face and hands and clothes. Most of the blood was from Cas, though he had scraped his knuckles and split his bottom lip during the beating. He looked worse than dead, and he knew it, and still he didn't take time to stop by his apartment and freshen up. He simply couldn't be bothered.

So he showed up, and knocked on Tessa's door looking like the wrath of something undead. He ran a hand through his hair, then over his face. The blood had dried, caked on, stained and smeared. His hard on continued to throb, the need burning so hot he thought he might self combust. He smelled like sex and blood and anger, and he thought about retreating until he could get himself cleaned up, but he was already at Tessa's door and he couldn't go home.

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	oneofmynames 2010-11-11 12:21 am UTC (link)
	She opened the door, and her eyes went wide at the sight of Dean's bloodied face. Given the cracked lip, it was hard to tell that it wasn't nearly as battered underneath the blood as it appeared to be at first glance, and she might have been worried, but that she knew instinctively that he was very much alive. "What happened?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

butiwaswrong
2010-11-11 12:48 am UTC (link)

"My fist had a run in with a brick wall named Cas." Dean's eyes closed, memory flashing back on the scene. There had been no brick wall, only Cas and Dean's fist pounding him over and over and over again. At least he could reasonably assume Cas was in no immediate danger, if Tessa was here and not there reaping him.

"Do you still reap someone, if there's no soul left?" he asked, eyes roving past her shoulders to look for the dog.

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	oneofmynames 2010-11-11 01:30 am UTC (link)
	The dog was lounging lazily in front of the sofa, seemingly unconcerned with Dean and his run-in with the nonexistent brick wall--though his ears had perked up a bit when Dean had first knocked. Tessa, on the other hand, was frowning at the question posed her. "It depends what else is filling up the void." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	butiwaswrong 2010-11-11 02:01 am UTC (link)
	Dean shook his head, but it wasn't denial or refusal. It was sad, almost empty. "I don't know. Feels like a whole lot of nothing." He lifted his gaze to look in her eyes. "I really fucked it up this time." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	oneofmynames 2010-11-11 02:14 am UTC (link)
	"Dean..." Tessa reached out to him, the gesture instinctive, almost second nature. That, and her interaction with Dean had affected her in more ways than she would probably ever admit. Maybe in ways that she had yet to realize. "You can tell me. What's going on?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

butiwaswrong
2010-11-11 02:49 am UTC (link)

"I just fucking ruined the one good thing in my fucking fucked up miserable excuse for a life in this god forsaken town." Dean fisted his hand, despite the pain, and the stress on his skin cracked the newly formed scabs on his knuckles. "He's the only person..." Dean shook his head. He'd come to Tessa when he thought he had nowhere to go. That had to mean something, and it was unfair to say Cas was the only person he really cared about.

"I beat the shit out of him. I could have...Just because he was there." Dean's next pulled to the left, his mouth drawn in a tight line. "I love him and it wasn't even about hitting him. I just. I had to hit something and he was there and I couldn't stop. I wanted, I needed him to fight back and he never does. He just takes it and takes it and I can't fucking take it anymore." He threw his fist forward, connecting his bleeding knuckles with the wall.

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	oneofmynames 2010-11-11 03:09 am UTC (link)
	"Hey!" Tessa had listened, letting him vent his frustration--to a point--but when his fist hit the drywall, she felt the need to remind him he was on her turf now. "Better the wall than you best friend, yeah, but that's my wall." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

butiwaswrong
2010-11-11 03:46 am UTC (link)

His chin jerked up, almost defiant. But he heard what she was saying. He might have offered to clean it up, he could fix the hole easily enough, but he couldn't find the words. He shook his head and then he kissed her. It wasn't something he thought about, he just did it. One second he was standing there thinking about the things he couldn't say, and then his mouth was on hers, so wet and warm. His hand went to the back of her head before she could reject him, but he almost expected to be shoved off.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-11 04:03 am UTC (link)

Her lips parted in surprise as he turned on her with a different reaction than she had expected. She knew he could fix the wall, knew that he probably would, but she'd expected more of a fight--more of an argument. Instead, she found her very physical body overwhelmed with sensations that were at once strange and familiar.

Her hands went to the front of his shirt, thinking to gain some objective distance, to catch her breath, but the signals got crossed somewhere between her brain and her body, and it didn't happen. Rather than pull away, she tightened her grip, fingers twisting in his lapels, and she kissed him back, her tongue thrusting against his as if she could somehow taste his soul in his mouth. It might very well be the closest she would ever get.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-11 09:25 pm UTC (link)

She didn't push him away. Her mouth opened to the kiss, her body pressed agianst his. It might well have been that he pressed against her, but the simple truth was, he could lose himself in the moment. His eyes closed and the world fell away; nothing else existed, there was only the two of them and the heat coming off their bodies.

He felt fevered, half crazy with the need. His hands abandoned her hair to grope her. He tugged and pulled at her clothes. He strained against his jeans. He gasped and he moaned when the kiss broke for him to breathe. He trembled with desire. He knew he was using Tessa, her body at least. He really wouldn't have cared who he was with, who wasn't as important as the doing. He needed to expel the energy and frustration, and where physically beating Cas had only made him more tense and tight, he knew sex would help him come down from the emotional roller coaster.

There were no words, he was beyond words. Words only got in the way. Dean was a man of action. His mouth burned as hot as the rest of him, forcing kisses on her. Because she didn't push him off at the beginning, he quickly moved past the point of no return. If she tried to stop him now, he would likely go into a rage. He knew, in the back of his mind, that he was unstable and unsafe to be around. But Tessa wasn't human, and Dean tried to justify in his mind that she could take whatever he dished out.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-12 12:15 am UTC (link)

Tessa didn't need words, didn't need to talk back. Not that she couldn't have fought him off if she really wanted to, but for whatever reason, she didn't.

She only pushed him away long enough to help tug the t-shirt she was wearing up and over her head, letting it fall where it may as she went for his next. She wasn't necessarily experienced in this particular arena, but she wasn't afraid of pushing back, of taking his hands and moving them where she wanted him to touch her. She wasn't afraid of exploring his body while she worked at the closure of his jeans either.

The only question was, how much would Dean let her tease before enough was enough?

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 03:34 am UTC (link)

Dean really wasn't in the mood to take time to be gentle about it. He liked the fact she wasn't shying away from him. He didn't mind her guiding his hands to touch her, at least not yet. His hands took a moment to grab at her breasts before sliding down to the front of her slacks. He grunted, thumb deftly popping the button, fingers groping for the zipper. The motions were rough, but not quite clumsy. he had experience, after all, and he was motivated.

As soon as clothing was no longer an issue, Dean moved to pin Tessa to the wall. The solid form she inhabited may have been borrowed, but Dean found no flaw with it. He kissed her hard, hard enough to thump her head against the wall. His hands went to her shoulders, his grip hard, and with a little force his intent to turn her around would be obvious.

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	oneofmynames 2010-11-12 03:51 am UTC (link)
	Tessa gasped as she was suddenly free of clothing, groaning as Dean's kiss literally banged her into the wall, but she didn't care. She let him move her, let him pin her, back arching, body writing against him as if it had a mind of its own. She wasn't sure what would happen next. Only that she wanted it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 12:05 pm UTC (link)

With her facing the wall, Dean wasted no time putting himself in position to take her. She was smaller than Cas, and he growled at the fact. he adjusted his stance, moving his feet apart and bending his knees just slightly. And then he was there, one hand fisting his cock to keep it steady, the other palming her back as if to hold her down.

With the first thrust, his hands moved. One hand slapped the wall, the other, with the battered knuckles, thrust down to finger her sex. His hand was surprisingly gentle, in contrast to his thrusts from behind. His anger boiled over into the act, and he took her hard and fast, as if he meant to split her in two with the force of his movements.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-12 03:43 pm UTC (link)

Tessa's palms hit the wall for balance, biting her lip as she tried and failed to keep from crying out at that first thrust. He was so hard, so livid--and then his hand was right there, soothing her in such an intimate way. Her body trembled with seemingly discordant sensations as she fought to find his rhythm, or to simply relax into it, taking the pleasure with the pain.

Her forehead rocked against the wall, and she turned her head, pressing her cheek against the back of her hand. Straining for a glimpse of him over her shoulder as his fury consumed her.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 05:23 pm UTC (link)

Dean spared very little concern for Tessa's pleasure. He was driven by his own need, the strain of it an animal all its own. Dean rammed her hard, shoving her against the wall with each thrust, his arm pinned between their bodies. His hand started out gentle, but the stroke of his fingers grew rough and sloppy as his passion and fury united and dictated the pace.

He grunted and growled. His hand moved from the wall to hold the back of her head down. Orgasm hit him hard, his body taut and tense and spasming. Sweat beaded his forehead and ran down his face and back and chest. He had no idea if she climaxed, his need was so great he only knew his own release.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-12 08:03 pm UTC (link)

Gasping as Dean restrained her, Tessa felt her body writhe and arch beneath his, until he drove her breathless. One hand slid from the wall and found his, pressed against her body, and her fingers clutched at his, nails digging into his wrist as she sought some kind of release, some kind of anchor as he rode her and she simply held on to ride out the storm.

She barely even had the breath to cry out as she felt his orgasm slam into her, but she could feel herself still trembling in its wake. She hardly even knew what had hit her.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 11:12 pm UTC (link)

His hips jerked, even after he'd found release. He didn't want to pull away from her. When he did, he punched the wall with his battered fist before he turned his back to the wall and knocked his head back against the flat surface. His breath came out jagged and labored, almost wheezing. HIs eyes, when he looked at her, were roving and unfocused.

A good bit of his anger had ebbed and flowed away, and he had no choice but to relax somewhat with the physical release. His eyes closed and he flung his arm up and over his eyes, only to let it fall again to his side.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-13 04:40 am UTC (link)

Body sagging as Dean's weight rolled off of her, Tessa leaned heavily against the wall. Her heart was still pounding, her body tender in places, and she shivered a little in his absence--but she didn't have the energy to move just yet. She just watched him through her lashes, swallowing the words that stuck in her throat as she tried to catch her breath.

Really, what could she say after that?

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	butiwaswrong 2010-11-13 04:54 am UTC (link)
	He wasn't inclined to say anything, either. Words were not his primary means of communication. He lifted his head only to drop it back to thud against the wall. The first few moments after were always the most strained and stressful. "I need a drink," he finally ground out. He drew his gaze around to look at her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oneofmynames
2010-11-13 05:09 am UTC (link)

She nodded, pushing herself away from the wall, and gingerly making her way toward the kitchen, and the refrigerator. At least he looked at her when he demanded his beer. If he watched her walk away, he'd probably notice that she was walking a little funny.

She tried to move as quickly as she could, bringing back a couple of cold beers, and handing one to Dean. She wanted a shower. But she needed that drink too.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-13 10:21 pm UTC (link)

He'd tugged his jeans on, when she went to get the beer. He left them unbuttoned, and didn't bother with his shoes or shirt. He sat on the couch, closer to the dog than he was comfortable. He glared at the canine, and curled his lip in a sneer. He figured if the dog took him for a threat and attacked him, he'd deserve it.

He took the beer from her, forcing his swollen hand to grip the bottle. He nodded his thanks, but said nothing. He took a long swallow of the beer, and his eyes closed as it slid down his throat.

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	oneofmynames 2010-11-13 10:56 pm UTC (link)
	Tessa picked up the rest of her clothes, nursing the bottle as she carried them to the bathroom. She came back with an over-sized flannel shirt on in lieu of a robe, and a first aid kit in hand. She set the beer down on the coffee table and opened up the box, holding it out to Dean. "If you want it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

butiwaswrong
2010-11-14 12:16 am UTC (link)

He switched his beer to his left hand, and held his right out. he flexed his fingers and stretched his hand out. His knuckles ached, and he winced, but he forced himself to push out as far as he could. "Should suffer with it." His fingers curled, as soon as he stopped forcing them outward.

"Not the first time, you know." He lifted his eyes, to look at her. "It feels good, and then it feels like...like it's going to suffocate me. He lets me..." Dean shook his head. "He knows I need to do it." This time was no different. He'd stay away, give Cas time to lick his wounds, then he'd go back and grovel, and they'd be all right again.