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Past Haunts-Part 20

A/N: Guys! This is the last part. There is an epilogue that will be posted next Sunday but after that, no more Past Haunts. I enjoyed seeing everyone’s reactions as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I am sad to see it go too!!!

'He's lying,' I thought to myself. 'He has to be lying. No way, someone who looks like him was a virgin at 17 years old.'

"Dean, don't lie to me."

"I'm not Becks, " he tells me sincerely. "You were my first and I never regretted it."

"Really?" I tried to fight the smile but it crept onto my face.

Dean huffed a half laugh. "You think I would have been that damn clumsy otherwise. Hell, I as nervous as a whore in church on Sunday morning."

*FLASHBACK (Rebecca's POV)

After Dean had kissed me, we went back to watching the movie. Toward the end of All Saints Day, I reached over and placed my fingers with his. He didn't acknowledge the movement other than the grin he got on his face. When the movie was over and the pizza and popcorn was all gone, Sammy began being the irritating little brother I had heard other kids complain about. He kept asking a million questions and I could tell Dean was getting annoyed. I pull some money out of my pocket and give it to the whiny kid.

"Here ya go. There's an arcade down at the end. Go crazy!"

Sammy's whole face lights up as he jumps off the bed. "Can I, Dean? I promise not to go any further."

Dean looks at me and then to his brother. He gets a serious look on his face and tells him, "No further. And if you see anything….suspicious come back here. You know the codeword. "

"Poughkeepsie, " Sam says with a nod. He grabs his jacket and heads out the door.

Dean turns to me then.

*END FLASHBACK*

"You weren't the only one! As soon as Sam left the room, I realized what I had done and, to be honest, I seriously thought I was going to be sick."

"I'm glad you didn't. Would've put a damper on the mood."

I laugh and notice Dean scoot closer on the couch.

"So you didn't get rid of my brother to seduce me Becks?"

*FLASHBACK (Dean's POV)*

As soon as the door shut behind Sammy, my whole body went on alert. I was alone in the room with a girl. What was I supposed to do? What was she expecting me to do? Do I just pretend that it's no big deal or do I try to kiss her again? Honestly, I want to kiss her again

And again and again, and more. But I don't know what she wants. What if Sammy had just been aggravating her too?

I take a cautious step closer to her and she mimics me. A few more steps and she is right there in front of me. I can smell her strawberry shampoo, see her kiss-swollen lips. I lick mine as I tentatively reach for her.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. She loops hers around my neck and I go for it. This kiss is even better than the first. I take a chance and swipe my tongue across the seam of her closed lips. She gasps and it gives me just enough room to lick into her mouth.

She tastes like heaven, if there was a heaven. Our tongues wrestle for dominance. I revel in the feat as I lightly suck on hers, causing her to moan.

Next thing I know, we are laid out on the bed in just our underclothes, her in her bra and panties and me in my boxers and socks.

*END FLASHBACK*

"No," I answer him breathlessly and move towards him. "I had no idea what I was doing."

"Me neither," he confesses as he reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear.

"Do you now?" I ask without thinking, just looking into those green eyes. I cringe as I realize what I said. I really didn't want to know how many women he has been with all this time.

"I've gotten better," he says smugly. "I know not to use a sandwich wrapper as protection."

We both bust out laughing at that memory.

*FLASHBACK (3rd person POV)*

Dean nervously pulls Rebecca's bra straps over her shoulders. As soon as there was slack in the bands, he reached around and unclasped her bra, having trouble with the fastener. He pulls the material from her body and drops it to the floor. He slowly lowers his head and places a gentle kiss to her pink nipple, flicking his tongue lightly across the hardening bud.

He pulls away and sets up on his knees. His dick thickening in his shorts. Rebecca lays on to her back and looks up at him. He hooks his fingers into her panties and leisurely pulls them off her hips and down her legs. Stepping backwards off the bed, he drops the lingerie into the floor and, never taking his eyes from hers, drops his boxers and steps out of them.

Climbing back up the bed, he claims her mouth. He can feel his dick growing and rubbing against the outside of her thigh.

"Dean," Rebecca breathes out. Their eyes meet and they both realize that this is actually happening. They are about to have sex.

"Do you have a condom?" she asks him and Dean internally chastises himself for not replacing the one in his wallet that his dad gave him when he became a teenager. A four-year-old condom probably wouldn't do the job properly.

He looks around and sees the cellophane wrappers from the sandwich he had for dinner the day before. He grabs the plastic wrapper and shake the crumbs off it. It keeps sandwiches fresh and dry so it should work, right? He wraps it around his length, making sure the tip is covered. Once he is confident that he is protected, he slides between Rebecca's legs and grabs the base.

"Ready baby?"

Rebecca is biting on her bottom lip but nods. Dean runs the tip along her slit and stops right at her entrance. "This might hurt and I'm sorry."

"Okay," Rebecca answers timidly.

Dean pushes past her folds and right into her body. Only the head though. Rebecca is so tight he knows it's going to take some work before he can get all the way in.

He leans down and captures her mouth in a kiss, thrusting his tongue between her lips. Slowly he pulls out and pushes his dick back into her body, getting an inch or two further. They resume kissing as he continues the task of pushing and pulling until he is finally fully seated inside her. She whimpers and he looks at her, fearful he had hurt her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea, just keeping doing what you're doing. It'll get better."

Dean begins pumping into her as she becomes vocal with moans and grunts; he does too. Her tight channel squeezes him so deliciously that in no time he is cumming and he feels her body clamp down on him as she throws her head back in a wail. "Oh God! Dean!"

*END FLASHBACK*

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "I totally forgot about that! No damn wonder I got pregnant!"

Dean laughs along with me for a minute then becomes serious, "You know, I really thought it would work. Rebecca, I didn't mean to…"

"I know," I assure him as I move next to him and turn to look at him. "And if I had had a way to contact you when that test was positive, I would have." I look up at him and the expression on his face and in his eyes takes my breath away. The display of complete adoration and love is evident.

"I don't have any plastic wrap but do you-" I begin but am cut off when his mouth covers mine. I willingly open my mouth when his tongue sweeps across my lips. We kiss until we both need air and part ways, panting.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Absolutely, Dean. I have loved you for 14 years. I want this. I want you."

Dean picks me up bridal style and I direct him to my bedroom.

As we undress each other, we both take notice of the changes in both of us. He traces a fingertip along the stretch marks that litter my body and I observe the muscles and scars that weren't on him before. I kiss each one as if he is made of glass.

When he drags his boxers off, I gasp. "You're, um… bigger than I remember."

He smirks and leans down, kissing me softly. "Don't worry baby. I'll go as slow as I did the last time."

He grabs his jeans and pulls out his wallet. I see the foil packet as he rips it open and rolls the condom down his length.

He crawls over me and hovers above my body. "I love you Rebecca Quentin. I always have." His kisses distract me completely as he enters my body. The feeling of being full overwhelms me and I have to disconnect from him to catch a breath.

"Fuck Dean," I exclaim. "I forgot how good this felt." We lock eyes and breathe each other's air while my body adjusts. As soon as I adapt to him inside me, I speak up. "Ok, move."

For over an hour we are connected until both of us find our release, together. He reluctantly pulls out and away from me to discard the used condom as I glance at the clock.

"Oh shit," I utter, clambering to get up and get dressed. "Whitney will be home in 15 minutes.”

When our daughter comes through the door, Dean and I are sitting at the kitchen table, as if just a few minutes ago we weren't in the throes of passion. Dean only stays for a few minutes after she arrives, saying he has to go pick Sam up and head out of town.

He gives Whitney a hug and it pulls at my heartstrings, seeing them together. He approaches me and hugs me. I can tell he doesn't want to let go; I don't either. Ultimately he pulls away and heads for the door, looking back at us one more time. We follow him to the door, watching him get in the car and back out of the driveway.

I hug Whitney to my side as we watch the taillights of that black car from my past disappear. The boy I loved, the man I love now, disappear with them.

"That was him, wasn't it?" she asks, timid and quiet.

"Who, hun?"

"My dad. That was my father, right?"

I look down into her usually bright green eyes, this time though they were dull and tear-filled.

"Yea," I sighed out. "Yea it was."

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