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07 August 2008 @ 04:46 pm
What Mary Sue did that time the air-conditioning broke 1/2  
Title: What Mary Sue did that time the air-conditioning broke
Author: Cheesy McCheese (aka Vesta)
Pairing: Dean/Mary Sue/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Category: Bad!Fic
Summary: What the title says
Warnings: Threesome if that is a warning. Clichés.
Feedback: Yes, please
Disclaimers: Not mine. Don't own, don't sue

Notes: eden77< had opinions about the objectifying of the female part in The Last Time Sam'n'Dean Picked Up a Girl. She wanted something from the woman's POV where she wasn't used as a tool. She also had some requirements for what should be done to her. That is why I have piled together all the clichés I could think of and tossed them on Mary Sue. But if this isn't objectifying, I don't know what is.
Unbetad. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors. Will be crossposted all over the place.

Sweaty, gritty, horrible. The heat was killing her. The dust was killing her. It got everywhere, no matter what she did. Mary Sue couldn't for the life of her recall why she had chosen to stay here in this backwater of a town. But it was a good life, she couldn't complain. Shouldn't. Her Joe had his own business, Mary Sue was the spoiled house wife, got everything she wanted. Except for 'that'. But 'that ' wasn't anything good girls yearned for so she bit her tongue and endured the Friday night encounters that Joe had scheduled.

The air-conditioning had packed in earlier that morning, of course when the temp went over the roof tops. She had called Joe and asked him to come fix it. Of course he couldn't. There was that conference he was going to overnight and he had to sort the business first. He would send one of his 'boys' over instead.

'Right', Mary Sue thought, 'one of his boys. Useless lumps all of them.' She went back inside, slamming the net door behind her. She stopped by the mirror and took a good look at herself. Joe had her as arm candy, a pretty wife was an asset when it came to business dinners and representation, provided that she was nice and well behaved though. And Mary Sue was a real role model for the perfect little missus. She frowned at her self. She had been so wild and free in her youth. But now, thirty years old and childless, she was boring. Redheads were supposed to be hot, but she was nothing of the sorts anymore. With an annoyed twist of her head she shook her shoulder long hair back, red or not red, it was still bloody irritating to have it hanging all over in this heat. And she could bet a fortune that the 'boy' would show up much later than sooner.

The knock took her by surprise. What stepped in through the door almost knocked her off her feet. Six foot something, broad shoulders and good god, green eyes. Mary Sue just stared, this was so not one of the regular boys.

"Joe sent me over; you needed help with the air-conditioning?" His voice sent a shiver down her spine, low, smooth, a little raspy. Mary Sue's tongue didn't work so she just pointed to where the damn gadget was parked. He tipped his head and went over to it. Mary Sue stared and swallowed.

He hummed softly under his breath while he worked and within minutes the air-conditioning buzzed to life, spreading blessed cool around. The sudden chill kicked life back into Mary Sue, she was a hostess after all and even though he was just on of the 'boys' he definitely deserved something after saving her.

"You want some lemonade before you head back?" Her voice cracked a little and she tried again. "It's awful hot, might want to have something cool to ward it off with."

She went out in the kitchen without waiting for an answer. He made her nervous, which was odd since he had said only a few words and had ignored her after that. She wasn't used to be ignored, not by any man. They all looked at her. Maybe that was why she got jittery, he hadn't raked his eyes over her, undressing her in his mind. Not that she 'wanted' them to do that but she was so used to it, it got strange when they didn't.

She poured a glass of lemonade and turned to walk back to the hallway. He stood right behind her, she almost bumped into him and damn, how could he sneak up like that? "Uhh," she managed and held the glass up. "Here you go, Mr…"

He took the glass from her, he was so close she had to tilt her head up to see his face. Green eyes, twinkling with amusement and a mouth quirked in a small smile looked down at her. "Dean, my name's Dean," he said.

He drained the glass and Mary Sue got riveted by the way his throat worked when he swallowed. She had never noticed a man's throat like that before and she wanted to lick it. Put her lips against his pulse point and feel his heartbeat.

Dean reached behind her and put the glass down on the counter, brushing her with his arm. He leaned so close she almost had her nose bumping his chest and she could smell him. Nothing like Joe, or any other guy that had been this close to her. She couldn't put her finger on it but he smelled good, she wanted even more to lick him, anywhere.

"You need anything else fixed?"

She started at his voice. "What?"

"You need anything else fixed?" He spoke slowly, the little quirk still on his lips.

Mary Sue racked her brain desperately, something, anything, that was broken. "Computer! My computer is behaving oddly." She smiled triumphantly at him. See? Now he could stay and she could look a little more.

Dean smiled back and shook his head. "Sorry, ma'am, can't help you with that." Mary Sue felt her happy smile crumble, he wouldn't stay then. But he leaned closer again, giving her another dose of the heat he was radiating and said, "My brother though, is a wizard. Can handle anything with computers." Mary Sue drew a hitching breath, she had an idea about where this was heading. "I thought I should come back after work and check the air-conditioning again, make sure it's working. Can't sleep if it's broken, no? I can bring my brother then, he can check your...connections."

He was so close that his breath tickled her ear, tongue almost touching. Mary Sue tilted her head to the side, inviting him, but he withdrew instead, annoying man, and watched her expectantly.

"Should I?" He asked. "Should we come over tonight?" The last words were followed by a finger trailing from her lower lip, down her throat, her cleavage. No one aside from Joe had touched her like that for years, looked at her like that. His eyes were kind, but there was an unmistakable hunger shining from them. He was the starving and she was the feast. That look, like no other ever had, set Mary Sue on fire. She took his hand, resting on her waist, brought it to her mouth and licked his index finger. "Yes," she said, "you should definitely come back after work."

He left without looking back and Mary Sue braced herself against the counter. What had she done? Inviting a stranger like that, especially when the stranger had oozed sex and the message had been so clear. She was so fucked if he, they, came over. Literarily. She had heard the expression 'feel him in your ovaries' before and thought it silly. Not anymore, she could totally relate to that specific expression. But it wasn't just the ovaries, her entire body thrummed with something that she hadn't felt for too many years.

5 pm. 6 pm. 7 pm. When the hell did he get away fro work? Mary Sue roamed the house like a restless spirit. Dean. She had seen him for 30 minutes and he had made her world shake.
7.15 pm she gave up. They wouldn't come. She stared at herself in the mirror again, looked at how she had dressed up, made her hair, tried to look nice. She had made herself stupid. To hell with it. She went to the kitchen and made a salad for dinner. She ate, staring out the window, not thinking about anything. Better to keep her mind blank.

The knock on the door took her by surprise again. She ran to the door, pathetic, but to hell with that too.

Dean stood there when she opened the door. The same half smile grazing his lips, the same kind, green, to die for eyes. The grin widened when he saw her. "Evening, ma'am," he said and tipped his head. Polite guy this.

"This here's my brother Sam. He can do computers any day and any way. May we come in?" He pointed at the man beside him. Dean was tall, but this one was taller. Darker, with brown floppy air as a counterpoint to Dean's short cropped mop. She could see the likeness in them even though they were different as day and night. Something in the eyes, the way they stood and moved.

The feeling of relief, nervous and that that dull throbbing low down in her belly had Mary Sue shaking. She stepped aside, let them in. Sam smiled at her when he passed and tipped his head too. The door didn't bang when she closed it behind them but the soft click echoed through the hallway. This was the end of the old and the beginning of something new and fantastic and frightening. Not necessarily in that order.

"The computer? Where is it so I can have a look?" Mary Sue startled a little and pointed to the small office down the hall. Dean went without words to the a/c. She was honest to god surprised She had expected much but not for them to actually do what had been said; look over the air-conditioning and fix the computer. Cheated was the word in lack of better. Here she had spent the day in a daze of sexual frustration, expectation, whatever, and they tinkled with the gadgets. She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned.

Mary Sue was so upset that she didn't notice Dean standing behind her, again, until he touched her shoulder. She jumped and let out an embarrassingly girly shriek. "It's still working," he said, "Sam will probably need a few more minutes." A strong, warm hand gently touched her waist. "You have some more of that lemonade? It's still hot."

She stood by the counter again, trying to pour lemonade and failing miserably. The pitcher hit the marble surface with a clunk when Dean crept up behind her again. He put his hands on each side of her, crowding her in.

"Let's skip the lemonade, let's go for something hot instead." His hot breath caressed her ear and it could have been a storm wind; it swept away what little hesitation she ha felt. She turned without thinking, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He had the softest lips and hot dang the man could kiss. Joe, he just stuck his tongue her mouth and wriggled a little. Dean, he licked her lips, teased them open, asking for entrance until she met tongue with tongue. It was like he tasted her and Mary Sue couldn't hold back soft moan. The slow thrum she had felt all day came back with a vengeance and her knees almost gave out.

How they ended up on the chair, Mary Sue straddling him with her skirt hiked up, she didn't know. All she knew was his tongue caressing hers, nimble fingers opening her blouse, unhooking her bra, wandering down to her bare thighs, pushing the skirt even higher.

"Beginning without me?" Mary Sue had been so occupied kissing Dean, running her hands over his broad shoulders and rocking in his lap that she had forgotten about Sam. His voice behind her, his gentle fingers stroking the nape of her neck, made her squeak.

Dean looked up from her cleavage, "Can you blame me, dude?" The smirk was evident in his voice. "Look at these guys here." He had her tits cupped in his hands, pressing them together and running his tongue between her nipples.

When she dared look up from where she hidden her face against Dean's neck, she saw Sam smiling at her. The same sorta sweet smile his brother had, sweet but with something lurking beneath it.

"Nah, can't get mad you," he said, "as long as I'm getting in on the fun too." He crouched down behind her -what was it with these guys and being behind her all the time- and kissed her neck. "Dean's talked about you, you know." He inched the blouse from her shoulders, the bra disappeared and she knew she should be ashamed of herself but that was not an option when he kissed her neck, let his tongue trail down her spine.

It was a little difficult to concentrate on his words; Dean was still playing with her tits, but had gotten one hand around her ass and was trailing a finger along the seam of her knickers. "He told me how pretty you are," Sam's tongue lapped at her earlobe, "told me that he was going back tonight. Told me what he wanted to do."

Dean hummed against her breasts, licking between them, tickling her nipples. No one had ever played with her tits like that and the sensation was sensational. Mary Sue groaned. The throb between her legs had spread through her and she must look a mess, red in the face, half naked. There seemed to be hands and lips everywhere now and her head was spinning. Dean spread his legs wider, opening her more and Sam's hand, at least she thought it was, slipped down under her. Teasing her through her knickers, his hand was so big it almost covered her ass. She gasped when a finger slipped in, pushing the knickers aside, touching her where she was so wet. Sam groaned.

"She's so wet already, gotta feel this, so wet, I bet I can…" The finger moved, stroking her and she gasped again when he slipped it inside her. Big hands, long fingers, Mary Sue couldn't help the desperate twist of her hips. 'That' was about to happen. Right the fuck now!

Two fingers and Dean's hand joining in, stroking where Sam's moved. She registered that Dean was talking too, mumbling in her ear. "Want it, don't you? Asking for it. Want us to fuck you, make you come." She wasn't used to talking during, it was a quiet affair, a quick one, and she turned even redder at the words. Long fingers moved and twisted inside, fingers rubbed over her clit, lips on her neck, more words in her ear. It began low in her belly, almost aching, making her hips roll of their own, making her toes curl. She needed to say something, this wasn't proper but damn if she could. There were these few times in the shower that she had managed to reach what could pass for an orgasm so she knew what it could feel like. But what hit her, when Sam slipped more fingers inside and Dean found that exact spot and pace to rub her, was more of an explosion.

She hung limply around Dean's neck, trying to breath and get the world into focus again. Dean was crooning at her, "good girl, so good, pretty when you come, gonna make you again…"

A wet sucking noise had her lifting her head. Dean has his eyes closed, sucking on Sam's fingers. The fingers he had had inside her. Mary Sue blushed again, she was going to die from embarrassment or cheer horniness. She thought it couldn't get better, the sight of Dean sucking like he was eating a lollipop, but then Sam leaned in and ran his tongue over Dean's lips, licking his own fingers. Kissing Dean.

"But…but, your brothers," Mary Sue blurted out. Not that she minded seeing them kiss, squeezed as she was between them, broad chests all over the place.

They turned their heads at the same time, smiling at her, smiles that really should have her up and running if they hadn't hit her below the belt again. "Mm, we are." Dean winked at her. "But we share everything." Mary Sue did what she seemed to be doing a lot around Dean, she stared, mouth open, at him. "Better watch that mouth, sweetheart," Sam whispered. "Who knows what can end up getting in there."

She was being kissed again, hands between her legs, around her waist. And now they were talking the both of them, telling her what would happen any second. How they were gonna take her, make her take it, make her squeal. Mary Sue didn't faint easily but now was a close call. Dean wriggled under her, tipping her off. Good thing she had Sam to lean on, he held her up when her knees gave in. Dean stood and yanked his clothes off and dear god in heaven ripped muscles everywhere, hard cock curving up against his belly. No sagging flesh there.

Onwards brave soldiers! Part two this way ->
Andrea: Dean/Samlupina78 on August 7th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
OMFG!!! Does anyone have some ice for me? Bc I´m totally melting...SO HOTHOTHOTHOT!!! I guess the color of my face is quite the same as Mary Sue´s...*blushes even more*
BEST story ever!!!

Thank you so much, hon!

wow...so gonna need a cold shower now!

*hugs and kisses*
Vesta: twobiggelois on August 8th, 2008 05:39 am (UTC)
You are doing the sweetest things to my ego. Thank you! ::hands over ice::
*Fix these Broken Wings*: too sexy448angel on August 7th, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
Damn that was all kinds of HOT!!!!

Thank god my air con is working...but i think it and my laptop may need repairing after this *g*

Thank you

Vesta: twobiggelois on August 8th, 2008 05:40 am (UTC)
Don't worry! I'll know presicely who to send over :)
Thank you very much!
phanie28phanie28 on August 8th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)
HOT, HOT, HOT!!! OMG, *fans self*

Why did you stop there? I would have loved to read the rest of "it".

Great story!! :D
Vesta: jumpbiggelois on August 8th, 2008 05:37 am (UTC)
Thank you very much.
Didn't stop ::points upwards:: Link to part two at the end of the text. Go have fun :)
phanie28phanie28 on August 8th, 2008 05:39 am (UTC)
Ooooh, how did I miss this? Going for the fun right now!! ;p
Vestabiggelois on August 8th, 2008 05:40 am (UTC)
My bad, the link is too small.
angelsdeeangelsdee on August 8th, 2008 05:41 am (UTC)
There has to be more! Oh there is! I'm faint as it is, dare I? Oh hell yeah! *click link*
Vesta: twobiggelois on August 8th, 2008 05:55 am (UTC)
::blinks:: You still alright? Don't faint :)
9thof99thof9 on August 10th, 2008 09:24 pm (UTC)
I'm thinking of changing my name to Mary Sue and wrecking my a/c just to see what the repairman looks like.
Vesta: dean3biggelois on August 11th, 2008 04:35 am (UTC)
Mary Sue is a good name ::nods:: Might bring you luck.
caz76 on August 18th, 2008 10:50 am (UTC)
Holy Hotness Batman! So long since I've been on here, I just realised how much I miss it!

You can't stop there though. Such a tease *pouts*
Vesta: Sam4biggelois on August 18th, 2008 12:54 pm (UTC)
Welcome back, luv :) I didn't stop. Next part is linked at teh bottom of the page.
Glad you like enough to nag me about it :)
doveslanddovesland on June 28th, 2010 05:22 pm (UTC)
OMFG I have been reading your fics for days now, and just got the this one and I cant access the second part. please help me...I LOVE your writing, I just recently ventured into J2 fic and found your stuff and have been emmersed for days lol.....

can ya help a poor horney girl out here.....I really want to read the rest of this one lol....
Vesta: Dean6biggelois on June 28th, 2010 05:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm flattered :) Thank you!

Of course I'll help. Can't leave a sister hanging now. I just had forgot to unlock it. It's fixed now. All yours.

And thanks for the heads up. I hadn't noticed it was still locked.