Chapter 1
Hello everyone. This is a fanfiction story from the show, Supernatural. Enjoy!
*Warning: Sexual Content!
*Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural!
Dean opened his optics and inspected the strange area. It was some kind of a lounge. He got up from the couch and conceded the position he slept in resulted in him being stiff. Suddenly, a tap was heard from outside the site.
“Dr. Winchester?! It’s been an hour since you told me to wake you...As you requested?!” A man’s voice that was nervous said.
“Oh, Okay. Thanks!” Dean shouted in return, astonishment.
Dean walked in the direction of the threshold, but halted. Dean glimpsed at himself in a mirror that was nearby. There he stood in a white facility coat with the words, ‘Dr. Winchester’ embroidered in blue across his left peck. Dean scanned down at the rest of his attire, which was light navy scrubs underneath.
“What the hell?” Dean queried, vehemently.
Dean unlatched the passage and was surprised by the place being busy like bees.
“Hello Dr! Sleep well?!” Came a thin blonde woman with a slim waist.
Dean couldn’t help it that he was eyeing her.
“Well, hello!” He exclaimed in a seductive purr.
The miss rolled her eyes and replied with.
“She’s here!”
“She who?” Dean catechized, perplexed.
The sallow female gave him a disgusted semblance and strode to the certain entrance. Dean guided the golden-haired lady shoved the clipboard with papers on it in his well built chest. At that point, the flaxen lass spat the dialog before leaving.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya!”
‘Warn me from what?’ Dean mentated, as he knocked on the wooden door.
At that instant, Dean heard a feminine enunciation.
“Come in.”
He clasped hold of the outlet’s knob and proceeded.
Sitting there on an examining table was a beautiful chick that had short brunette hair that came to her neck. Her copper orbs sparkled when she displayed her smile.
Dean clumsily shut the gateway without realizing it. Followed by a soft giggle from her way. He peeped down at the chart. From what he gathered, this matron had hanged here four times already; with each one a different symptom.
“Hello, Ms. Fergoson. What brings you in here today?” Dean probed.
The damsel wanted to tell him, yet she refrained herself. She observed him. His dark hair, hazel globes, and deep tone made him very attractive.
“Hi, Dr! Just been having bad headaches.” She rejoined, chirpy.
Dean nodded in understanding and cited.
“Bad headaches, you say?”
“Yes, Dr.”
“How long?”
“For a while.”
“Have you tried anything for it? If so, how often and how much?” Dean quizzed.
“Yes, do take some Ibuprofen every so often...However, it seems to not work,” Nina put forward.
“How about you take something else? Like Tylenol, Excedrin, something like that. Do make sure to read the instructions on the package and do not overdose. Try this for a week and if it doesn’t help or improve, then come back in and we’ll go from there.” Dean mentioned.
Dean went to study her forepart, neck and checked her pulse. They glazed into each other’s perception, getting lost in the moment.
Dean sighed and posited. “I gotta ask.”
“Ask what, Dr?” Nina beseeched.
“Why all the drop ins? You have been cleared for simple ones. Is there something you would like to tell me?”
“Dr, I can’t help when I get ill!” Nina averted.
Dean jounced, while ushering her to the vestibule.
The remainder of the day slowed down, which Dean was relieved. Especially, when it was close to the end. Despite that, he was still puzzled at this ordeal. Why was it happening to him?
Everyone was leaving and Dean remained at his desk, finalizing up the paper work from that day. The yellow-hair’s name was Alyssa and she was married. He discovered this, when he tried to touch her bottom. The result was she paid him by a smack on the cheek.
At that moment, Alyssa bangs on the access, making him gaze up.
“Hey Dean, are you off to your fancy condo?” She inquired in a jest.
‘Home, now that was a word that sounded good. As it be, what kind of dwelling was he going to in this reality?’ Dean wondered.
“In a little bit...Gotta finish this up first.” Dean asserted, gesturing by his sight of the path of the stack of paperwork before him.
Alyssa bobbled and vocalized before leaving.
“Alright. See you in the morning!”
Sixty minutes had elapsed and it was just Dean there. An impetuous thwack in the distance distracted him from his concentration.
Dean got up and reached for some kind of weapon that wasn’t there.
“Okay?”
He implored, wanting to apprehend where his gun disappeared to. The repeatedly pounding snapped him preexistent to where he was.
Dean approached the main entrance, he peeped and was stunned for who was standing there.
“Ms. Fergoson?” Dean urged.
“Hello, Dr! Can we talk?” Nina pressed.
“Sure. Come on in.” Dean conveyed and moved away to let her in.
By and by within the walls, he took her into another chamber and fastened the door. Dean didn’t register that he had picked an unoccupied patient’s room. When he thought it was an office.
Dean crossed his arms and viewed her, in wait for an explanation. Finally, lingering, he ordered.
“Well, Miss Fergoson?”
“Please, Dr. Winchester. Call me Nina.” Nina instructed.
“I will. If you tell me what’s this all about?” Dean suggested and added. “You can call me Dean by the way.”
“Sure. I have been thinking of what you asked me this morning…The multiple visits?!” Nina stated.
“And?” Dean challenged.
“And.” Nina blurted. Abruptly, she kissed him.
“Oh, I shouldn’t have done that! I apologize I-”
Nina couldn’t complete her sentence, because Dean had responded by kissing her back.
“You want to take this somewhere else?” Nina exhorted, seductive.
“You know it!” Dean riposted.
As they exited the building, Dean stared hard at the parked vehicles. Like something should have been there, hovering.
“You coming?” Nina inquisitioned.
“Yeah.” Dean answered, as he escorted and entered her car.
Later, they were at her compact apartment and had picked up from where they previously ceased. Throwing each other’s clothes in a rapid movement, until bare bodies were exposed. Dean kissed her lips, nape, breasts, and as he advanced below she moaned.
Nina launched him onto the bed, and jumped on him; like a cat would its prey. Next, she sat on his lap, inserting his member inside her.
Dean was confused and aroused too. It was clear this dame wanted some action.
Nina would grind against him in an inconsistent motion. Making them both groan in pleasure. From there on, they had obtained climax, it was short, still ful-filling.
Nina hopped off and scurried into the bathroom to clean up, while Dean surveyed the space before him. Precipitously, he felt the urge to do something else. To fight? To get to work…On what? He got up and regained his phone, scrolling passed the names in search for one that was invisible.
“Oh..Dean?!” Nina purred, Dean glanced up and subsequently she included.
“Please, Dr. Winchester, I’m feeling a fire sensation. Come and help me!”
Dean could have swallowed his tongue. Nina had on his pasty lab jacket that was too little for her medium size chest, her messy hair flowed to her shoulders. The chemistry frock stopped at her small bottom, showing off her long slender legs. As she veered towards him, all he could say was.
“ON IT.”
Nina giggled. This man was something, along with his flashing smile that extended to his auburn peepers. Dean’s muscle chest was tempted to touch, which she did smoothly.
He bent in to kiss her passionately, she returned it with her own. He quickly looked up at the cloak and disclosed.
“Well, one thing is..Too much clothing.”
With that, he kissed her. She kissed his ear and at the collar, lips and forward to the location of his member. Consequently, he pushed her gently on the bed and began kissing every inch of her body. Thus both were ready, he embedded himself into her hot core and began thrusting tempestuously. Afterwards, Nina spoke in a hoarse exposition.
“Wow!” Nina verbalized, as she gazed up at Dean, while he had a confident demeanor upon his face.
“Yep!” Dean remarked, in a cocky smile.
Dean wrapped his arm around her as they cuddled together, enjoying the blissful moment. Shortly, they both began to slumber.
When Dean awoke he was in a different section as before. He got up realizing he was on a loveseat and had fallen asleep there. He peeked at where the mumbles were coming from. It was the TV and a Soap show was on, displaying a doctor romance scene. Dean shook his noggin and acknowledged that it was a weird dream, if it was...
“SAM!?!?” Dean bellowed.
“Yeah, Dean?” Sam questioned from another spot and in nanoseconds emerged before him.
“Just checking.” Dean admitted, alleviated.
Sam gave him a flummoxed expression that made Dean comment.
“Weird dream, Sammy.” Sam tilted his cranium mutable to indicate he understood.
~The End~
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