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FIC: Intangible evidence - Jacoba06

Date: 2009-01-08 17:40
Subject: FIC: Intangible evidence
Security: Public
#Tags:dean, fic, ofc
Title: Intangible evidence
Author: Jacoba06
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: None, just got an idea and kind of went with it
Summary: Its school holidays and Dean meets a girl on his afternoon run.
Warnings: There’s sex

Dean’s eighteen years old. His body is in the best shape it would ever be. He runs … his long legs and strong arms fall into a comfortable rhythm as his feet hit the asphalt. He has earphones pulsing in his ears. The music playing on his walkman drowns out the sounds of the cars that occasionally pass him.

It’s become part of a ritual. Get up, go to school, work in the garage, run, but since it’s school holidays, he starts his run a little later than usual. He doesn’t run as though something’s chasing him, it’s always been for his pleasure, never as a punishment.

He can feel the blood course through his veins, his heartbeat a steady building thump, thump, thump, against his chest. He pushes himself a little bit further everyday and the slight burn in his chest is his way of knowing he’s close to meeting his limit.

He slows his pace, turns and runs down the stone slabs that lead to the beach. Then he stops.


Another day, another shift done. She takes off her sandals, lets her feet sink into the wet sand. It tickles her toes and she giggles. She can feel the setting suns heat between her shoulder blades.

A quick look around makes it clear that she is alone. She throws down her sandals, followed by her apron, her pink and white uniform from the ice cream parlor in town. Her shiny name tag reflects in the sun Hello my name is: Emma. She keeps on the headband that keeps her unruly dark hair out of her face. She wonders about her knickers and bra, feels a bit hesitant but another scan up and down the silent beach is enough encouragement for her to discard them as well.

Shivers run up and down her spine as the water crashes against her warm body. She walks forward deeper and deeper until she has to start kicking to keep her head above the water. Waves tugging at her, trying to force her back to the shore.

The thought suddenly occurs to her If Mother knew what I was doing now… So Emma turns around and makes her way towards the shore. She lets the waves do the hard part of carrying her back; she floats ever so lightly. In the shallow water she finds her feet. She plays with the water one last time as to thank it for cooling her down. Then she notices him … just standing there … staring at her.


She looks like an angel, the few rays of sunlight bounce off her naked skin and golden brown hair. She freezes at the sight of him and Dean realizes that he’s staring. Staring at her breasts, her hips, her cunt.

He turn around quickly, takes the headphones out of his ears and hopes she’ll advance to her clothes.

“Sorry … I … I didn’t mean to intrude …” he says.

He notices that she’s gone quiet and when he turns to look at her, she’s gone. He spots her running away from him not looking back and he can’t help but laugh. She must have just pulled on her dress and grabbed the rest before she took off like an arrow shot from a bow. Her panties stay behind.

Dean picks them up, laughs at the small pink hearts. He places the earphones back in his ears and starts his jog back home.

He doesn’t usually run the same route twice but so far this week he’s run the same one every day. He ends up on the beach staring into the setting sun, hoping to find her there again. Everyday ends in disappointment.

He steps out the shower, water still dripping off him. He dries himself off, peers through the door to see Sam already sleeping. Dean digs underneath his clothes and finds the pink hearted cloth where he hid it before stepping into the bathroom.

He can’t help feel a slight twitch in his cock as he rubs the fabric between his fingers and remembers her body. He closes his eyes as he starts to rub his hand hard against his stiffing length. Faster, faster, harder and harder and then finally … release. He cleans himself before he turns off the light and heads back into the bedroom. He folds them up and hides them underneath his mattress.


Emma watches him from the pier, waits till he turns and starts to jog away. His strong arms swaying next to his body, his muscles flex every time his feet fall on the ground. She watches as he starts down the stairs, stares at the water and finally turns and heads back up the stone slabs.

She waits till he’s out of view before she starts her walk home. She’s been late every night this week but her mother knows she likes to walk on the beach this time of year so she doesn’t say anything about it.

She wraps the towel around herself and starts to rummage around in her underwear drawer looking for her favourite pair. That’s when Emma realizes, she must have left them behind.

Oh God! No, no, no … is all she can get out in a hushed tone so that her mother doesn’t hear her.


Dean runs the beach route another two times before he decides to give up. It’s early on Saturday morning when he changes his route, runs by the grocer and the garage and as he’s about to turn around the corner, he spots her.

He almost runs into a trash can and misses it by millimeters, only clipping his hand on the sharp edge. He moves across the road, heads towards the ice creams parlor, blood starting to drip from the gash in his hand, but he has to see if it’s her. He has to be sure.

Emma spots him as he starts to move around some people and she notices him clutching his bleeding hand. Without thinking twice she unties her apron and starts walking towards him. He opens his mouth to say something, although since she’s started touching him, all logic thought has left him. Her fingers quickly start working the apron, wrapping it around his hand.

She doesn’t look at him, at his face, just tries to stop the bleeding. She drags him into the back where they keep the first aid kit and she holds his hand over the sink, letting the cool water wash away the drying blood.

You’ll need stitches ... as soon as the words leave her mouth, she feels a flush warm her cheeks and quickly adds ... and I want my knickers back.

Your ... uh … knickers? Dean stutters as she starts to dry his hand and wrap it in a bandage. Yes, my knickers. The ones you stole. She can’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. She starts to pack up the kit and put everything away when suddenly he’s next to her. Close enough for her to feel his breath on her skin.

Thanks he whispers and takes the kit from her hands placing it on the counter behind her. Leans into her and softly kisses her forehead.


They’ve been going steady for almost a month. Holding hands and stealing kisses whenever they can. They lie on the beach staring at the stars, giggling and chatting next to the bonfire they made out of driftwood. How about a late night swim, or are you afraid of sharks? She asks as she starts to unbutton his shirt.

Now? Really? He smiles nervously as she starts to work on his buckle. Whoa, Em, you're serious. She laughs and pulls his belt out from around his body and throws it behind her where it falls on top of his shirt.

Yeah, now, naked … what, you don’t want to see me naked? Oh wait … that’s right, you’ve done that already. He blushes and Emma can’t help but laugh. She pushes him on his back and straddles him, feels him pressing against her, his cock already half hard. She takes off her blouse to reveal her supple breasts, he didn't even notice she wasn't wearing a bra.

Dean laughs as he flips her over onto her back, pressing himself as close to her as he can. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you looked that day? He cups her breast and kisses her neck. She hardly manages a moan from under him and she can feel him smile in approval against her skin.

The blanket is covered in sand and she can feel it rub against her ass as he pulls her pants and her underwear down her knees. When he settles between her legs again, he’s naked too. She can feel him press against her opening, rubbing ever so lightly against her clit. She throws back her head and gasps. Dean … He kisses her, swallows any other words she wanted to try and utter.

She has her arms around him, over him, rubbing against his neck and back. They break the kiss, both breathless. She tries again Please … God … He moves his one hand down between her thighs and starts to stroke into her wet heat, moving his fingers up and down. She can't help the sound that escapes her as he thrusts two fingers into her. Dean, now, please … yes!

He teases her with his fingers, feels her writhe beneath him, fucking herself on his fingers. He can hardly keep himself from coming as her breath hitches and she clenches around him. She wraps her legs around him, urges him higher up.

He doesn’t know how she does it but all of a sudden he’s on his back, her on top of him again. It feels like he’s on fire as she rubs against him and he desperately tries not to come undone. He moans as her hand takes his cock in a firm hold and strokes over it a few times. She eases herself down onto him and starts to move against him in a slow rhythm. She takes him in deep, lifting herself slightly and ever so slowly before plunging back down again. Up, down, back, forth, keeping the rhythm steady to drive him mad. Hardly able to breathe and resting against his chest with her hands, they both come, orgasms following through each of them.

She eases off him and he winches at her movement. Do you really have to leave tomorrow? She askes with a wish in her heart that the answer will be No. He doesn't say anything, just turns so he can see her face. He cups her cheek and rests a soft kiss on her forhead and she can feel the tears gather in her eyes cause she knows the answer is an unspoken Yes.


The tires ground on the gravel as he stops infront of her. His little brother sitting next to him makes him look older than he is. She sees them talking before he gets out and walks up to her. You came. She says with a warm smile. I had something of yours I needed to return. He takes her underwear out of his pocket and gives her a grin. She can't help but laugh but with that she also starts crying and falls into his arms Don't go ... Dean ... I love you. His arms tighten their hold around her I love you too Em. He lightly pushes her away and lets her go, still clucthing the piece of cloth and turns on his heel. She stands and watches as the black Impala drives away from her.

They're almost out of town when he notices Sam staring at his hand clutching the steering wheel. Between his white knuckles he's still got a pair of white knickers with pink hearts.

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Caroline: SPN - adorable
User: dawnintheforest
Date: 2009-01-09 16:43 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:SPN - adorable
Ah that was so cute and so sad all at once! I especially loved the final image of Dean driving clutching the wheel still holding the knickers.
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User: jacoba06
Date: 2009-01-09 16:58 (UTC)
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Thanks Sweets :)

I'm glad you liked it.

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bonbonschnecke: BuffyDean
User: bonbonschnecke
Date: 2009-01-09 19:28 (UTC)
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Ohhh beautiful written! And OMG Dean put those knickers away!!!! I could totally image him running and seeing her. It was perfect!
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User: jacoba06
Date: 2009-01-10 17:42 (UTC)
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:) Thank you so much! I really worked hard on the imagary so I'm very happy to hear your great comment!

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User: lovetheguys
Date: 2009-01-09 20:30 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Aw, what a bittersweet, hot story! Well done! Love, Robin
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User: jacoba06
Date: 2009-01-10 17:43 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Thank you so much! I wrote my heart out and really had trouble with "the scene" but I think it came out good.

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.m, purveyor of wasted minutiae and wisdom: 11
User: miconic
Date: 2009-02-01 14:50 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Oh, I like Emma. I like that she knows, shy and yet brazen enough to get what's hers. O, and Dean's a naughty pincher too. It's something that we would expect of Dean but it still wasn't easy. Thanks for sharing the fic. You've created an OFC that I like and adore.
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User: jacoba06
Date: 2009-02-02 05:50 (UTC)
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Thank you! I'm glad you like her, I like her too :) Thanks for reading and the comment!! Much loved!!!
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