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You looked at your older brother, a concerned expression on your face. Dean was attempting to get up from the motel bed, but was clearly struggling. He was in no shape to walk, let alone go on a hunt. You quickly sprinted over to the bed, sitting beside him and pushing his shoulders back down. He grunted in response. “I’m fine.”
You sighed in annoyance. “No you’re not, Dean. You’re sick. You can’t even get up from your bed. How are you supposed to fight a wendigo in your shape?”
He glared. “I could get off this bed if you weren’t pushing me down.” Without warning, he once again attempted to get up, despite your hands still pushing down on him. The action caused him to launch into a coughing fit, and your sisterly instinct took over. You handed him his cup of water, which he eagerly drank down.
You were worried about him. Never in your whole life had you seen him so sick and helpless. He’d insist he could still fight, but you both knew he couldn’t. It was heartbreaking to see him like this. You sighed. You knew it wasn’t anything life threatening, but that didn’t ease your anxiety.
Seeing that his cup was empty, you quickly took it from him. Before you could get him more, he stopped you. Grabbing a hold of your wrists, he looked up at your face. Despite his serious expression, you could see the amusement in his eyes. “I’m a hunter, I’ll be fine, so don’t you dare worry about me.” You smiled wanly. Even when he was the one who was sick, he tried to make you feel better.
“Thank you.” You mumbled, before hurrying to the sink to fill up his cup. In the short time it took to finish, your dad had moved to stand in the doorway. He had a large bag on his shoulders and was more than ready to leave for the hunt. You smiled at your dad as you handed Dean the water.
“You still comin’?”
“Yup. Just had to make sure Dean won’t get himself killed.” You chirped, grabbing your own bag and joining him at the door. “You sure you don’t wanna come, Sammy?”
“I’m sure.” He quickly dismissed you, enraptured by the book he was reading. You smiled proudly, having been the one to suggest it to him. You were glad you had someone to talk to about your non-hunting related interests. Dean and your dad weren’t really big on the whole reading thing. It was special, something that just you and Sam shared.
“If Sammy isn’t coming, then I am. Someone needs to protect you.”
Your dad looked unamused, as he responded. “I’m perfectly capable of that on my own. I’d never let anything bad happen to my baby girl.” You smiled at their words, even though you were more than capable of keeping yourself alive. All of them were super overprotective of you, being the youngest in the family. You were Sam’s twin, only younger by a few minutes, but that never seemed to matter. Even if it got annoying at times, you were glad that they were like that. It was oddly adorable.
Dean grunted in response, knowing that starting an argument with your dad was pointless. It would save him a lot of time, effort, and likely pain, seeing as how awful his voice sounded.
You exchanged goodbyes with your brothers, before stepped into the car with a huge smile on your face. Your dad turned to look at you before starting up the car. “What’s got you so happy?”
“The fact that we don’t have to stay in a sleazy motel and we each get our own bed. Even if it’s just for a few days.” A while back, he and Dean had saved the owner of the lodge you were going to be staying at. That meant you’d both get to stay in their best room. Free of charge.
Maybe you’d finally be able to take a bath. You’d wanted to for a long time, but the motel bath’s were always too gross. Bathing in one of those was sure to get you at least ten diseases.
“Can’t tell ya how much I’ve missed the feel of a real bed.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever even felt a real bed.” You paused. “And now that I think about it, I don’t think we’ve been on a hunt with just the two of us, either.” That was a lie, you’d thought about it a lot. Words could not express how much anxiety and excitement you felt. You would finally get a chance to prove to him that you were just as strong as both of your brothers, something that you’d been trying to do all your life. You weren’t sure how well it was gonna work, though. In his eyes you’d always be his “baby girl”. Not that you minded the nickname, but still.
He looked at you like you were crazy before turning his eyes back to the road. “Huh. Guess that means you’ll have to do good, so we can do this more often.”
You smiled widely, turning your head to look out the side window. You didn’t want him to know how happy that made you, the Winchester’s weren’t much for touchy feely moments.
You continued to stare as the hours passed by, the scenery eventually turning into a heavily forested area. Until eventually, you saw it. A nice, wooden lodge that almost looked like it could’ve been hand built. It was beautiful. The free room helped add to the beauty.
“Stay in the car. I’m going to talk to the owner and get our room setup.” You nodded, obeying him without a second thought. Despite having to listen to Sammy’s complaints, you knew your dad only ever did what he thought was best for all of you. Although, you did have to admit his methods were untraditional. You didn’t even mind when he got angry and yelled, his voice in those moments made you oddly excited. Not that anyone else would ever know that, of course.
Compared to the car ride, waiting for him to return didn’t take long. When he did, you almost immediately set out to hunt the wendigo. It had taken a few days, but all in all, it went rather smoothly. You were sure that you’d impressed him, too. And, honestly, that was more important to you than killing the thing. You knew it was awful, but you just wanted him to be proud of you. And proud he was.
You smiled as you ran into the suite, leaving your dad in the car. It was awkward when you first arrived, having found out that the best room they had ended up being a honeymoon suite. After getting over the rose petals and candles, the two of you had come to enjoy the room. Which, now that the stress of the case was over, you could fully enjoy. There was a kitchen, which you planned to attempt to make a home cooked meal in, one comfortable king sized bed, that you didn’t mind sharing, and, most importantly, a large bath. Forsaking everything else, you ran into the bathroom with a goal in mind.
Instead of letting it fill up before getting in, you made sure to thoroughly clean the sweat, dirt, and whatever else you managed to pick up off of yourself. Once both you and your hair were clean, you began to fill up the tub. It was the reverse order, but you wanted to get everything that required effort out of the way first. After that, all you had to do was relax.
You sighed in contentment once it was full, turning off the water and letting yourself sink deeper into the tub. Why couldn’t you do this every day? As you laid there, you started thinking about something else that you hadn’t gotten a chance to do in a while. You bit your lip, eyes flicking to the door, before you brought your hand down between your legs.
Gently, you began to massage your clit. You moaned quietly in pleasure. You weren’t particularly loud when it came to things like this, but it had been so long. Slowly, you drifted your other hand over your stomach, and down to your clit, imagining the rough hands of a male. You slowly began to insert two fingers into your entrance, quickly sliding in and out when you adjusted to the feeling. You’re other hand never left your clit.
You moaned as you curled your fingers to hit your g-spot. As you continued to please yourself, your mind started to wander to your dad. How could it not? He was the infamous John Winchester, someone you’d seen in action a countless number of times. It was amazing, how his muscles rippled when he killed his enemies with ease. Sometimes you wished you weren’t related, so you could touch him the way you wanted to. You'd hate to give up being so close to him, though, even if he'd only ever think of you like a daughter.
You closed your eyes and imagined it was his fingers pumping in and out of you, playing with your clit, and knowing exactly where to touch you to make you moan. Him leaning up to kiss you, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. His kiss getting more and more impatient until he can’t wait any longer, and replaces his fingers with his cock. Bucking into you at an angle, so he hits that sweet spot of yours. Your moans grew louder as you began to cum.
“D-Dad!” You moaned, your pussy twitching around your fingers. Breathing heavily, you moved your hands to rest at your sides. You allowed yourself a few moments to catch your breath before opening your eyes again. Once you did, you were met with the face of your dad standing at the door. Your eyes immediately widened and you shot up from the bath, clenching your legs together and hugging your chest to cover your nipples. In doing so, you unintentionally gave him a better view of the rest of your cleavage. Something that he was more than aware of.
“Thinkin’ ‘bout me, are ya?” Much to your surprise, he was smirking at you. Instead of replying, you slowly began to lower your arms back into the water, looking down in embarrassment. You felt super guilty for thinking about your dad like that, but you couldn’t help it. There were only three men in your life and whenever you masturbated, your thoughts always turned to at least one of them. Even though it was taboo.
From your peripheral vision, you watched him slowly walk towards you while unbuttoning his shirt. He dropped it to the floor, doing the same with the rest of his clothing. You blushed for the first time in what seemed like forever. “You don’t mind if I join, do ya?” His voice was lower and huskier than usual, making your pussy twitch with need.
You shook your head, still not looking him in the eye. “Look at me.” He said commandingly, and you instantly obeyed. He smiled when you did, stepping into the bath with you. Despite how much you wanted this, you couldn’t help but make a face as he dirtied the water. He laughed. “Don’t worry, got cleaned up in a different rooms shower since you were takin’ so long. Now I know why.” He smirked again.
He lowered himself into the tub, placing his legs on either side of your own. He gently touched your chin, bringing your faces closer together. Rather than kissing you, he whispered into your ear. “You sure you want this, baby girl?”
You responded by capturing his mouth into a passionate kiss. He instantly deepened it, forcing his tongue into your mouth like you'd imagined. You did same with your own. As he kissed you, he moved your legs into his lap and pulled you flush against him. Your crotch was touching his stomach, pressed against it by your dad’s callused hands gripping your butt.
The longer the kiss lasted, the closer to him you got. Your boobs were smushed against his chest, arms thrown around his neck, and legs wrapped around his back. You could feel his erection pressing against your pussy. Inch by inch, he moved one of his hands between the two of you and slowly moved closer to where you wanted him most. You disconnected your mouth from his when he finally came into contact with your still sensitive clit, letting a breathy moan escape your mouth.
He allowed the two of you time to catch your breath as he moved his fingers around your clit in circular movements, pinching and twisting the sensitive nub. You kept squirming against him, whining every so often.
“Keep doin’ that and I won’t be able to control myself for much longer.” You shivered at his gruff voice. Wanting to hear it again, you increase your movements and the frequency of your whines. He growled directly into your ear, making your core ache with need.
Suddenly, his hand was gone from your clit and he practically threw you beneath him, sloshing water out of the tub. In the process, your arms and legs were pulled away from his body. Instead, he grabbed your hands and tied them above you with his long forgotten belt. You habitually pressed your legs together, unused to being in such a compromising position. He took no time pulling them apart with a growl, positioning his length at your entrance.
You looked up at him pleadingly, a more vulnerable expression than you were used to. He was right above you, hands pressing against the edge of the bath. The fact that he had full control over you was exhilarating. He could do anything he wanted with you and you were powerless to stop it. The thought made you shiver in pleasure.
“Condom?”
“Um, I don’t have any. I-I’ve never…” You trailed off, your eyes not meeting his own. His eyes widened before he composed himself, smirking.
“So I get to take your virginity?” You nodded meekly, embarrassed. You were the only virgin left in your family. It was unsurprising that he and Dean weren’t, but even Sam had long since lost his virginity. Luckily, Sam had the decency to allow you to peacefully sleep, unlike certain family members that kept you up after every case with the sounds of sex through the thin motel walls. Not that it bothered you when you were left alone with the noises. In fact, you sometimes found yourself masturbating to the thought of being in the stranger’s position. Who would’ve ever thought that that’s where you’d be right now?
He moved his arms on either side of your body, giving him easier access to your face. Lightly, he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. As he did so, he slowly eased the tip of himself into you. You squeaked and pulled away from his lips. “B-But dad, what about the condom?”
“You’re on birth control, it’ll be fine as long as I pull out.” You nodded and recaptured his lips into a hungry, needy kiss. You whined as he slowly spread you further apart, not used to having something that size inside of you. “It’s okay, you’re fine.” He said comfortingly, moving his lips to caress your neck. He languidly trailed his tongue down to one of your nipples, flicking his tongue against it.
You squeaked and brought your tied hands around his neck, digging your nails into his back. He was fully inside of you and it hurt more than you’d imagined. He let out a hiss of pain and you looked up at him, concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I should be askin’ you that.”
You nodded. “Just give me a bit to adjust.” He nodded, instead moving his mouth from one of your nipples to the other. Licking them in circles and occasionally pinching them between his teeth. The slight pain making you moan in pleasure.
A few minutes later, he slowly started to move in and out of you. The pain had reduced enough for it to be pleasurable, making you moan. You dug your nails into his skin again, arching your back in pleasure. His thrusts got progressively harder and faster, the pain mostly vanishing with time. He separated his mouth from your chest, moving his hands to grip the edge of the tub.
“Daddy!” You practically shouted as he thrust himself into you, the new position allowing him to go even deeper. The water was sloshing out of the tub from his aggressive movements, but neither of you cared. He growled loudly, causing you to whine in response.
“Keep callin’ me that.” He grunted, moving one of his hands to stimulate your clit. You whined and scratched down his back, surely hard enough to leave marks.
“Daddy, pl-please! Deeper!” He growled and moved your legs onto his shoulders. He quickly moved his other hand against your chest and pushed you against the wall of the bath. He began to play with one of your nipples in the same way he did your clit. “D-dad - Ah!” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too distracted by how his dick felt with each thrust.
The sound of his groans and his skin slapping against your own was enough to send you over the edge. As you came, you dug your nails into his back and pulled yourself toward his neck, biting it. He growled in response, speeding up his thrusts until he came inside of you. He kept moving the whole time, riding out both of your orgasms.
He stayed inside of you as you both caught your breath. You whined as he pulled out of you, not wanting the moment to end. You honestly didn’t mind that he came inside of you, it only added to the forbidden excitement of the situation. You laughed. Now he would definitely have to take you on more hunts without your brothers. Hopefully they would lead to more “father daughter bonding moments”.
“What?” He stared at you questioningly.
“We should do this more often.”
“I think we should.” You smiled at his response, before frowning angrily.
“You didn't pull out, fuckin’ dumbass. If I get pregnant with my father's baby, I will destroy you, and it.”
“Don't talk to your father like that!”
You looked him in the eyes with a blank expression. “Sam and Dean would totally be on my side.”
“Good thing you’re not gettin’ pregnant.”
“Better fuckin’ not.” You paused. “You're buying the condoms.”