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Blood written(lady/moon)

“Of course you think it is.”Mary smiled rolling his eyes a little, before pressing a kiss to her son’s forehead. “Never doubt I love you. Always.”Mary muttered before nodding. “You will.” “We will.”Bailey promised smiling at her husband, wincing a little. She hated she was the one that could visit, when she wanted. “I know. But we have this.”She squeezed his hand, before snorting. “Yea.”She said as they stepped out of the house, looking around, before smirking at her husband. “we have to leave this section of heaven to leave. But...you know. We could....”She flushed squirming a little. Because as much fun as a private island to themselves would be, sex in heaven, definitely would be naughty and a horrible thing to do to sam, but.....Flushing as she leaned in to kiss him. “...Come on. The gate’s this way.”She said leading him through the garden gate, smiling slightly as they stepped into what appeared to be like a office hallway. Which was how heaven looked to the angels, when they weren’t visiting the humans heavens.
 
"we do have this. i'm always going to treasure this. and maybe, someday, we can all get along enough for me to come back." he mused with a smile before smiling at her. "you want to fuck in heaven? you're so kinky. lets do it." he agreed. "we should do it in the main garden." he admitted with a grin. "can't keep us hidden up here, who knows who might come along and find us fucking." he reached with a gtin and kissed her eagerly before rolling his eyes at the hallways. Angels where so boring.
 
“Maybe. It’d be nice, but this....this was so much more then I thought I’d have.”Bailey smiled happy at him, before flushing at his words, nodding. “Yes. I do. And you like me kinky.”she teased smiling a little as she flushed more, “The garden it is. And we’re going to hope Cas isn’t up here. He likes the gardens.”And is by far their most regular wanderer in them. Flushing as she showed them into the gardens, shivering at the idea of getting caught, before showing him into her favorite part of heaven’s garden, which incidentally was cas’, but she was willing to risk getting caught. Smirking at her husband as she looked at him, “You know the best part about this dress?”She asked, sounding a little breathless as she looked up at him, squirming and happy.
 
"this is more than i dared to hope for." he admitted with a smile at her before he smirked. "i do like you when you're kinky." he agreed, burying his face into her neck with a chuckle. "oh, i'm sure if Cas catches us he'll only watch for a while." he teased with a grin. "this is beautiful." he admitted, bending down and trailing his fingers through the water with a smile before smirking at her. "i can fuck you without taking it off?" he guessed.
 
“Only for a bit. And only long enough to yell at us for defiling his garden.”Bailey snickered, grinning a little, nodding as she watched him. Smirking a little. “Yes, exactly. That’s the best part. That, and it has corset strings for you to play with.”She said snickering as she kissed him,tugging at his shirt, eager to get to her husbands skin. Well aware that they were going to probably get kicked out by a angel, but...it was well worth it if only because of the bright smile she got in return from her husband. To hapyp to worry about it. Definitely the perfect way to start a honeymoon.

A few months later Bailey shifted a little in her bonds, cheek resting against the cool glass of the corner aquarium Dmitri and Sam had put in while they were gone on their honeymoon. The floor to ceiling aquarium gave the illusion of showing the outside world, with real light streaming into the tank, but the coral made sure that no one could actually see what was happening in the master bedroom. And it was good thing considering the fact that she was in a swing, close enough to rest her head against it, the bonds keeping her spread and ready for the man behind her. Whimpering quietly as she waited for the next blow to fall, trembling between that fine edge between to much, and not enough, the edge of coming, and barely aware of the quiet begging for her husband, wanting more. Needing more of whatever the man wanted to do. Panting softly, needy and eager as she waited, head hanging against the glass.
 
Dean smiled a little as he flicked the tail of the whip so it cracked in empty air, just because he knew she thought it was a turn on to hear the snap and crack of the whip. he had been studying for months now, over half a year on how to use the whip on someone and now it was finally pauing off. getting her into the Shibari had actually been more of a challenge. the soft ropes scratched at her skin just faintly an held her completely helpless in her swing, she could hardly even squirm. the scent of her blood was nearly intoxicating and he smiled as he lashed out with the whip again, laying a fresh line of blood across her back which was pulled taught. "are you going to cum for me my love? are you giong to cry for me?" he asked her. "are you going to break for me? shatter into a thousand peices that i get to put bac together?" he asked, smiling as he stroked his fingers over the soles of her feet, teasing her because he knew she hated that. it would help ground her. pull her back a little from the falling abyss of her subdrop a little. "what's your color darling?"
 
Bailey flinched and shuddered as she heard the whip crack, shivering as she let the ropes and swing hold her. Shivering harder as each breath pulled the ropes against sensitive skin, panting. Gasping as the whip lashed into her skin, whimpering loudly as her head jerked up, looking up at him, tears already streaming down her face as she met his eyes in the glass, the best part of doing this against the glass was that she could watch the other behind her. Whimpering loudly, growling when she couldn’t squirm, toes curling in at the tickling tease. “G-green. I’m okay.”She said, crying quietly, shuddering as the sound of his voice, the reassurance that he had her, sent her splintering off the edge of a orgasm, trembling hard as she collapsed into the bonds, even as she squirmed, at least trying to, trying to get closer to the other, needy still.
 
Dean smiled a little as he watched her. "look at you, so good. so good for me. what a perfect girl for me. my Sweet Cherry pie." he purred, stroking her as she cried and came, stroking her as she slowly came back to him. "your perfect. so perfect. that was amazing. so good." he murmured, smiling as he leaned down and licked her whip lines, pausing a little at the taste of her blood, frowning. it wasn't... right. he took a deeper stroke of his tongue, analyzing the many flavors her blood had to offer and noticed one that wasn't there before. was she sick? he'd ask her to go to the doctor, later. after this scene was over. she was going to be aching for some time, between the rope burns all over her and the lashings from the whip, it was a good thing she didn't have anything for a week or so to do. she could rest and get better without any real exertion. "shall i untie you?" he offered her with a smile, stroking her skin between the bonds. touching her because he knew that helped settle her.
 
Bailey whined softly as he purred, shuddering as she hung limply in her bonds, closing her eyes. “Good...wanna be good...for you.”She muttered moaning loudly as he licked her, knowing he enjoyed the taste, and it set her nerve endings on fire. Whining softly at the idea of being untied, shuddering slightly as she settled. After so long together, they’d gotten good at figuring out what helped the best. And hearing him talk to her, being touched, made it better. Tilting her head towards him, shivering as the swing rocked slightly with the slight motion, “If...if you can...screw me like this...then I’d like to...”She muttered disjointed, but together enough to get er point across.
 
he smiled. "You are always good for me. so so good." he praised. "so perfect." he promised with a smile, shivering as he licked her clean and smiled at her. "yeah. i can fuck you like this." he promised, standing u on the footstool he'd brought with specifically for this purpose he slid inside of her with a moan and grinne as he fucked her fast, using tender thrusts would only piss her off. with both of them finished he carefully untied her, but left the ropes where he could. he had tied hr in three stages, so the ropes around her breasts, stomach and thighs where still in place, hugging her. holding her. "keep em or loose em?" he asked her, stroking the ropes.
 
“Good.”Bailey muttered whining softly, flushed at the praise. “Good, oh....dean!”She moaned loudly, shuddering as she squirmed as much as she could. Shuddering through her orgasm, hanging limply in her bonds, sighign quietly. Content, whining softly at the other’s touch. “Lose them. They’re starting to chafe.”She muttered relaxing as the other undid her bonds, stumbling slightly as he sat her on her feet. Leaning into him, sleepy and dropped now. Content to be looked after, wrapped up in a blanket, and just hold her husband.
 
He smiled as he carefully untied her,nuzzling her rope burns as he did so and wiped her down carefully with a wet silk cloth and made her drink some juice ad tucked her into bed, wrapping himself around her,humming as he stroked her until she went to sleep and he was ready for her in the morning with hot coffee and Crepes for her, smiling at her. "i checked your back already." he told her. "your going to be sore for several days but you'll be fine." he admitted. "how are you feeling this morning?"
 
Bailey smiled softly, settling in well. Closing her eyes as she let him ease her to sleep. Blinking in the morning, frowning quietly as she considered the coffee in front of her, stirring to cuddle into his side of the bed, taking a deep breath of his scent, settlign and happy as she sat up to eat. “Thanks, I feel sore. A good achy feeling though.”She smiled at him. “Glad I don’t have to go to work just yet. Figuring on going to the cafe though, maybe.”She smiled at him, leaning up for a kiss before starting to eat. Sighing softly, settling even more. Feeling achy and settled though, looking up at him.”I’m okay. Really.”She promised.
 
He smiled a little at her. it was cute how she always glared at the coffee as if it was the coffees fault she was awake. "a good achy. good, good." he said, relaxing a little more. "yeah, we wouldn't have done this if you had work." he reminded her with a chuckle before frowning a little. "you're blood tasted off." he informed her. "i think you might be coming down with something, you'll see a doctor for me? it's probably nothing but i worry." he admitted, smiling as he took her wrists in his hand and he carefully massaged the worst of the rope burns, they where growing purple, which he knew she liked. he kissed both her wrists and smiled at her. "you where fantastic for me last night." he admitted. "just like when we use the knives, so broken for me. so shattered open i could see straight inside of you. it was beautiful. i should really record it sometime, so you can see for yourself how amazing you are."
 
"I know. Just a nice thought to remember I don't have to do anything today."she shrugged a little before frowning. Nodding slightly."I'll call this morning, see if I can get in."she promised before shuddering, moaning wuietly as he rubbed her wrists. That felt amazing."you were fairly fantastic yourself. And maybe. Sometime we will."she flushed at the idea of letting him record. Of seeing herself that open and needy. Shivering as she settled down, content in relaxed to be with him.

Which wasn't the case four days later, tension running so high in the winchester household that despite usually only taking the kids a night here and there for the most part, sam packed them up and was taking them on a weekend trip to the zoo and city, just to give dean the weekend to figure out what the hell was up with his wife who had to know with blatantly ignoring dean sometimes, drinking her orange juice, which was usually only for scenes, made worse by the fact she was drinking it out of the carton. The major break, the one that had sam packing up the twins as soon as dean, sam, and all the kids getting back from picking them up from school after a long day at the cafe, was the fact that bailey looked to be in the mist of tearing apart the kitchen, cleaning, and reordering things.
 
Dean was incensed. enraged. furious and at the end of his rope with his woman. even the kids had noticed that their mother seamed to be going out of her way to aggravate him, made worse by the fact that they had both noticed how sore their mother was, and the bruises she was sporting. Sam had taken the kids and so Dean watched them leave, waited twenty minutes to make sure they wouldn't be coming back and stalked into the kitchen and grabbed her by the Hair, gripping tighty. he knew when she needed a drop and she was just begging for a spanking, a whipping, some knife play and a fucking of her lifetime. "Kneel." he snarled, his tone brooking no argument.

"...Uncle Sam?" Jensen asked after a long, silent moment, staring at him. "I think Dad's abusing mom..."
 
Bailey jerked in the hold, glaring up at him from where she'd been crouching to put the bowls away. Glaring and pissed herself, but even then, she fell to her knees without hesitation, kneeling there in the mess she'd made of his kitchen, trembling and shaken at the tone, because she was for once fighting the drop, and it was leaving her even more shaky."I'm cleaning dean."she growled, angry and pissy, even if she was kneeling at his feet.

Sam paused considering the twins as he opened the door to the house, hearing dmitri and angel in the kitchen."jensen..." "no!he is she's sore and upset and she told us that...that before she never sought out help because she thought it was her fault. What if he's hurting her bad?"jenny stuttered looking upset and scared as she looked at her uncle. Bguys...bsam bit his lip not sure how to explain, before deciding to get reinforcements."dmitri, can you come here for a sec?"
 
"No. you're purposfully attempting to piss me the fuck off." he snarled at her. "It's working. You have my full and undivided attention." he informed her, tightening his hold in her hair. "you're begging for punishment so you're going to get it and the last choice you have for the next several hours is going to be 'yes' or 'no'. you will tell me Yes Sir, or No sir and you will not speak again or you will be punished further, do you understand!?" he demanded, yanking her head back so the only thing she could see was his frowny face.

"He's hurting her bad Uncle Sam! i saw her back!" Jensen gasped, so very upset. "What is it?" Dmitri asked as he walked in. it took only a look before Dmitri understood and he needed. "i'll take care of it." he promised Sam before motioning the twins into the living room. "Take a seat." he offered, giving them a reassuring smile. "now. i'm sure you've had 'the talk' from your parents. the one about how your boies are changing and how a man and a woman, or a man and a man or a woman and a woman interact right?" Dmitri asked, Jensen flushed hard but he nodded. his dad had taken him aside and given him a long talk about what a man was expected to do in a relationship and how forcing himself, or hitting a woman would make him as much of a monster as any rapist or abuser on the streets. Dean had explained how it was just important for a man to be careful as it was for a woman and given him a box of condoms and told him to keep them in date and to never go bareback, ever. Dean had explained everything he knew about how to please a woman, in the bed and out of it and it had been very detailed and informative and Jensen had taken it all to heart, which was why he was so upset about this. "well, i'm going to expand on that and explain about Kink, Safe, Sane and Consensual and BDSM."
 
Bailey whined softly,bug stayed where she was, not trying to get away from him. Looking up at him wide eyed and upset, fighting the drop even as she swayed towards him. Eyes going over his face, nodding even as she choked on the words."y-yes sir."she stuttered hands landing on the cabinets un front of her trying to stop from landing in a puddle at his feet and begging for whatever he wanted to do to her.

"I know. I saw to. But you know your mother, do you think she'd ever put up with your father hitting her for real?"sam said wincing a little at the twins look, knowing this was upsetting them, probably had been all week.bailey was going to feel so shifty when she realized it, once she worked through whatever was going on. Jenny sniffled nodding a little at dmitri's words. Like jensen, bailey had taken her aside to talk about it, and we t just as in detail as dean had. "But...but he's hurting her now. You have to go stop him." "If we interrupt now, both your parents will be upset. Just listen, and we'll explain."sam promised looking a little worri ed about having this talk with the two.
 
He gave her a smile at her stuttered 'Yes sir' and he relaxed his hold a little and rubbed her sore scalp now. "good girl. stand up. take off your shirt and pants and bend over the table." he ordere. "i'm gonna whup your ass for touching my kitchen, and you're going to count the strokes." he informed her. "and no, i'm not going to tell you how high we're supposed to go." he admitted, stroking her hair before stepping back to allow her to either fight him, or do as he'd ordered.

"Sometimes, a person likes to be hurt." Dmitri said with a smile as he stood up and lifted the back of his shirt, letting them see the raised welts. "sometimes pleasure isn't enough in sexual endeavors." he dropped his shirt. "your mother is what is known as a Masochist. she enjoys being hurt. the pain releases certain chemicals in her system that allows her to fall into a state of serenity inside of her own head. people like Bailey are known as a 'true' submissive, because she doesn't just want that serenity, known as a Drop, or a Subspace. she needs it to function in a normal, healthy mental state. the longer she goes without a drop, the more aggravated, upset, anxious and even depressed she can get. Yes your father hurts her, but only because she enjoys it very much, and because they both achieve some very close emotional bonds through it. she is giving him all of her trust, you understand? and because of that, his trust in her grows even more. they trust each other not to go too far, and sometimes Bailey needs more than a spanking and some bondage. sometimes they both need to connect at a much deeper level and so they do more intense things. they always discuss everything they do before hand and have to agree fully and completely before either of them will do anything. consent and trust is a key, integral part of this lifestyle."
 
Bailey sighed quietly as she leaned into his hand as he soothed the ache in her scalp, looking up at himat the order. Looking ready to fight him on it even as she stumbled to her feet, panting softly as shakey fingers worked the buttons of the flannel shirt she was wearing. Even as upset and a angst as she'd been, she'ddressed in his clothes whIle he was out of the house, because it had helped some. Looking up at him, nodding slightly."yes sir."she muttered as she shakily undid his jeans and slid them off. Moving over to the table, laying out across it. Shifting to get comfortable exactly how she knew how to. After all, it wasnt the first time they'd used their table, just the first she'd fucked up his kitchen to cause it.

Jenny eyes went wide as she looked at her uncle before looking at sam."I don't mind being hurt, but I don't need it like bailey does."sam said smiling at the two, squirming a little. He was totally making dean have this conversation next time. "Is that what's wrong?she's gone to the long?"jenny said timidly, trying hard to understand. "No....something else is bothering her. She's trying to steady herself, and trusts your dad to help her find it."sam said smiling a little, tilting his head towards dmitri though his eyes were worried."she was rearranging his kitchen when we ca me in."sam said because it might be their shared house, but everyone knew it was dean's kitchen even if bailey cooked there once in awhile. "Bailey trusts him. Don't worry, they'll be okay...though I suggest you two talk to them when they're calm again."sam said sighing softly worried.
 
"Good girl." he praised with a smile. "That's my Sweet Cherry Pie." he murmered, watching her undress and moving over to her, running a hand along her back and stroked her skin, letting her know he was there, settling her a little. "you messed up my kitchen, Bays." he scolded. "You know better than that. you've been itching for a drop for a week now but instead of simply asking me to help you, you acted out like a child. so, you're going to be punished like one. remember to count." he commanded, his hand coming down hard across her ass. there was no warm up. it would only irritate her. his hand wasn't too happy about that, but oh well. he stroked her ass between each slap and then smacked her again, pausing when she reached thirty and gave her time to catch her breath. "there, now doesn't that feel better?" he asked her, examining her red ass. she'd be sore for a day or two but there would be no bruising. he never bruised her ass because then she couldn't sit for a week and half of her job entailed sitting and planning with the people she was designing for. "shall i get the knives?" he asked her. his way of saying 'do you need a harder drop or are you okay now?'. it was the one time when he gave the 'yes sir no sir' command that she could reuest something else. like the wax kit, the whip, the flogger or other various painful tools they used to keep her steady.

"i don't need it either, but i do enjoy it. i don't 'drop' but i don't feel 'pain' the same way. once i'm in the right mood, the pain is simply an intense sensation. that's true for your mother. the pain isn't pain, and there's good pain and bad pain. Dean never uses bad pain, and the good pain is only good for her because she's with Dean." Dmitri admitted. "sometimes, when a Submissive is upset, they fall into a bad, or a Soured subspace. this means they are dropped, but instead of being peaful and calm they feel miserable, depressed, and even think very terrible things about themselves. that's why your mother has been acting out. she's in a bad drop, and she's acting out because she can't bring herself to ask him for help because she believes she doesn't deserve it. it's a terribly hard thing for a Sub, and a Dom to go through. they've been through it before though and they know the best way to help each other." "we... we can't talk to our parents about this!" Jensen protested, feeling much better about everything now, though he was going to be researching BDSM, Kink, and Safe, Sane and Consensual later.
 
Bailey sighed quietly at the quiet praise, shuddering a little under the other’s hand. Closing her eyes as she rested her cheek against the wood, settling a little. Knowing he was there, that she was okay. “...”The quiet held the words she wanted to yell, to scold, but didn’t dare say. “Y-yes sir.”She startled a little at the first spank, trembling as she counted. Panting, crying silently, slow fat tears as she slumped against the table, “Yes sir.”She slurred a little, going quiet as she thought, “...Yes sir. Please sir.”She said quietly, a little more settled, but still unsteady, unsteady enough even with the punishment still warming her ass, she just wanted to go back to reorganizing.

“Oh.”Jenny frowned a little biting her lip, flushed and embarassed at talking about this with her uncles, but it was better then asking their parents. “She’ll be okay?”Jenny said looking worried. “Yes. They’ll be fine. I promise, bad drops happen. They’ve handled it before, they’ll do it again. They’ve gotten better at handling things. They’ll be okay.”Sam promised looking at the two, before laughing out loud. “okay, no asking them.”Not that he wouldn’t tell them. “You okay now?” “yes.”Jenny said sounding so much better and happier to now that they knew what was going on.
 
"Good girl." he whispered, smiling at her. "that's it. good girl. be so good for me." he praised with a smile as he smacked her ass. "alright. up." he ordered, because he never cut her anywhere but in the bedroom because he didn't want someone to peek in through the windows and catch him cutting her and then licking the wounds. that would be very hard to explain. so he did all the cutting and whipping in the bedroom where no one could peek in. "get fully naked and lay on your stomach on the bed. i'll be up in a second." he knew she'd be okay for the half a minute it would take him to join her to get the aftercare supplies that he usually kept stocked in the mini fridge in the bedroom, it had run low though so he was restocking now with fresh orange juice, more chocolate and some finger foods with wet wipes, a moist rag, some painkillers and antibiotic cream and more. he was back by her side sooner than even he'd expected.

"She'll be fine sweetheart." Dmitri promised with a smile. "is there anything else you want to now about it?" "no i... i think we're okay now... you promise he's not abusing her?" "swear to Castiel." he promised with a smile. "besides, you really think Cas and Crowley would allow her to be abused? let alone Bruce or Lisa? they'd smack Dean shitless if they thought he was abusing Bailey. if Bailey didn't do it herself first. the reason why she thought she deserved it was because she was a child who didn't know better. she is an adult now who does know better and she would never let Dean walk all over her." "...okay." Jensen agreed, relaxing because that was all very true.
 
Bailey sighed softly at the praise, shuddering a little before very carefully pushing off the table, making sure she was steady before nodding. “Yes sir.”She muttered heading upstairs quickly. Getting the rest of the way naked, looking around the room, rubbing a hand over her slightly curving stomach, shuddering a little, the little bit of peace she’d found fading at the motion,even if she’d been simply making sure they were both okay, that she wasn’t messing up. Sighing as she settled onto the bed, stretching out on his side of the bed, pulling dean’s pillow closer, wrapping her arms around it, for all the world looking like she was getting ready to go to sleep even though she turned her head to look at him as he came in, smirking slightly at the sight of everything he was caring. It amused her that he was so very careful to make sure he had everything he needed before hand, just so he wouldn’t have to leave her later. It was adorable, and the thought of him taking care of her, made her shy away harder from the secret she wasn’t ready to tell him. To unsettled and upset with it to be ready to tell him. And in that moment, not really aware that she was in a rare headspace, it was rare he couldn’t trust her to look after herself. But she was so unsteady, so freaked out, that she’d let him continue for however long he wanted, as long it made her stop thinking.

“Good.”Jenny bit his lip before shaking her head. “No, I think we’re okay.....”She agreed looking up at them, looking at sam. “I swear, they’re okay. No abuse, simple need. I promise, they’re okay.”Sam said smiling at the two before snorting a little. “If Bailey thought he was abusing her, I think we’d have heard that throwdown fight miles away.”Sam said smiling slightly at the idea, because the rare fights that the two had were notorious because you could hear them screaming houses away, and it was usually a result of their sex life having been put on hold, and they were both wound to tight.
 
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