Summary: Dean Winchester never thought he'd meet the love of his life in a brothel and she turns him into a real soft touch, but how will she react when she finds out about his past? Post Apocalypse. Dean/OC. PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Caitlyn Brookes

A/N: Yes, the story summary is a little odd, but I'm really gonna enjoy writing this one, I can feel it coming. As usual, everyone got out okay, Lucifer went back to the pit, Castiel and Gabriel returned to Heaven and visit the Winchesters as often as possible, while Sam got back together with Sarah and they live in a small house near Bobby's. Bobby is up and walking, Crowley visiting him occasionally while Dean lives in an apartment in the city, working as a mechanic. This first chapter is a little angsty because of the situation, but it will hopefully be romantic and funny later. By the way, Caitlyn isn't working in the brothel out of choice and Dean is kinda caring. I'd like to know what you think of this because I'm kinda nervous about this one. ENJOY! xxx

What You Do To Me

Chapter One

Dean needed to get laid. He'd not gotten laid since Anna and that was just under two years ago. He sat in a brothel in Illinois after his last hunt before starting a job, looking around at the red, black and white walls, girls wandering around in lingerie waiting for the next guy to come along, do their thing and leave them for another guy. There were plenty of hot women in there, different things about them making them appealing.

He spotted one girl stood by the bar, who had dark hair and slightly tanned skin, stunning blue eyes and beautiful curves with long, sexy, gorgeously shaped legs. Her hands and fingers were small and she wore a black and blue lingerie set, her feet in black heels. There was something else though that he couldn't quite place. She really was beautiful, but this was something…deeper…

Okay, Winchester. Scrap that thought.

She looked worth it, so he got up and moved to the bar, standing beside her, feeling her eyes trailing his body. He turned and smiled cheekily, leaning on an elbow against the bar to look at her. She turned and grinned seductively.

"You lookin' for a ride?" She asked, feeling sick with herself for doing so.

Dean licked his lips and nodded, seeing her look to the bartender and nod herself. Dean handed his money to the bartender as instructed and felt the girl take his hand and lead him to her room. Locking the door, she moved towards him and kissed his lips, feeling him kiss back immediately. Breaking the kiss she looked deep into his eyes, Dean feeling something twinge in his gut. He could feel that she was nervous, and there was something pleading in her eyes…like those souls in Hell, pleading to be saved.

"My name's Caitlyn." She said as seductively as possible.

"Dean." He replied.

"Dean…good strong name." Caitlyn whispered, leading them towards the bed, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, "I love a man with a strong name."

She looked like she just didn't belong here. He wondered what her reason was for being here. Caitlyn leaned up and kissed Dean's lips again, her hands trailing over his body and feeling at the muscle. Dean's lips moved with hers and she pushed him onto the bed, straddling his waist to begin her work.

Twenty minutes later, Caitlyn clearly wasn't relaxed as Dean entered her slowly.

"Caitlyn…" He began, "Are you alright?"

Since when did whorehouses employ timid girls?

The girl nodded but Dean knew she was lying. Why was this kid even here if she was so timid? Maybe this wasn't her choice, but she was clearly scared and that vulnerability made something in Dean's chest tighten. He pulled her up a little and wrapped his arms around her, actually holding her close to him before asking her a question he wouldn't ask any other girl.

"Do you not want to do this?"

Caitlyn gripped Dean tighter and fought back tears as she answered his question.

"Yes…I like you…" She said accidentally out loud, suddenly thinking of another excuse, "And I need the money."

Dean kept her held close as he began to move his hips, taking care to kiss her neck, her chest and her lips to keep her calm.

After a while, both of them were sweating and shivering as they came, Caitlyn crying out and gripping Dean's shoulders as she climaxed. Dean groaned as he came into the condom and slumped on top of Caitlyn who tried to so hard to keep her tears at bay. She managed to every time but after the gentle treatment she'd just received from Dean, a man she'd known for thirty minutes, she just couldn't hold back. Dean heard her sobbing and lifted himself up, looking at the crying girl beneath him and feeling that tightening in his chest again.

"Caitlyn? What's wrong?" Dean asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No…" Caitlyn whispered, "I'm so sorry…I…If I've ruined it you can take your money back…"

"Wait, what? No! No, I wouldn't take my money back…" Dean told her, "Caitlyn…you don't want to be here do you?"

"Who the fuck does?" She snapped unintentionally, "I'm sorry…"

Dean pulled out and she sat up, covering herself with the sheets as Dean sat beside her.

"I don't wanna burden you with my problems, you've probably got your own problems and you've known me for a half hour at the most…" Caitlyn said, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

Dean couldn't leave her here. He wasn't normally like this, and he never stayed long enough for the girl to even talk to him after either, but he just couldn't leave this poor girl here.

"Do you wanna leave?" He asked, Caitlyn staring for a moment before nodding, "Right…get yourself dressed into your normal clothes."

"What are you doing?" She asked as Dean began to get dressed.

"I'm getting you out of here. We'll sneak out the back." Dean told her, holding up his hand when she was going to protest, "Look…you can't stay here…you can come with me…"

"I've known you for a half hour!" Caitlyn hissed, "How do I know you're not a mass rapist or something?"

Dean moved towards the girl and sat on the bed, looking right into her eyes.

"I don't want you to spend your life doing this when you're desperate to leave." He said, Caitlyn's face dropping a little as she saw the look in his eyes, "I'll take care of you, Caitlyn…I swear to you."

Now she'd never normally trust someone like this, but there was something about him that just told her she'd be safe. So she packed her bag and prepared to run. Dean opened the door, checking the coast was clear before leading Caitlyn to the car and speeding away from the brothel and towards a motel.


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