As you walked into the steam filled bathroom, you shimmed out of your clothes and pushed them into a pile next to Deans. When you pulled the curtain across and stepped into the shower, he turned just his head and looked at you over his shoulder with a smile that sent heat to your cheeks. Watching as the water ran off his body, you couldn't stop your hand from reaching out to run over his shoulder blades. You felt him shiver at your touch and before you knew it, he turned and had your back against the wet tiles of the shower, earning a soft moan to escape from your lips. You gave into the pleasure that he gave you as he leaned down and placed a kiss onto your neck, but you wanted control. You wanted to repay him back for his treatment earlier. You pushed at his chest making him pull back and look into your eyes as he took in a deep breath.
" Why don't you let someone else be in control for a little bit huh. " You smirked as your hand trailed from his chest, down his stomach, finally finding his now throbbing cock.
His muscles tightened for a second as your fingers gripped him tight, squeezing just a little. You bit your lip before, carefully kissing your way down his body and settling yourself on your knees in front of him. You pumped your hand a few times, the water making your hand slid easily. He groaned deep, as his hand came and rested on the back of your head. He didn't push, but just watched as you moved in and slowly licked his head before putting him in your mouth. Your old Dean was eager to let you take control, but this was the first time this Dean, gave in and let you have your way with him, and you couldn't help but feel that darkness fill up inside you. You hollowed your cheeks and took him in your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat. You felt his fingers grab a hold of your hair as you pulled back and swirled your tongue around him, a smirk on your face. You started bobbing your head at a slow but steady pace, as his grip tightened, but he still didn't take over. You were just waiting for that moment. You wanted to see how long it would take him. As you quickened your pace, you noticed that he grabbed a hold of the shower head, keeping himself steady, and before you knew it, you felt his hand push you down on him. Your mouth slipped up and down on him a few more times, then before he could let himself completely go, he pulled you off of him and looked at you, lust filled eyes.
" Come on Dean, let it go. " You demanded keeping your stare up to him.
And with your words, he let it all go and he came, his eyes closing as he let out a moan that you knew he was holding in. This right here, this was a beautiful sight, knowing that you caused that powerful release that he was experiencing. With a smile on your face, you got to your feet and kissed the corner of his open mouth. After he stop shaking, his eyes opened and looked at you. You expected to see the blackness, but you were surprised when you seen those bright green eyes, staring back at you. He didn't say anything, but pulled you to him and kissed you passionately. When he pulled back, he had a soft smile on his face.
After you showered, you got dressed in the room, feeling a wave of satisfaction come over you as you plopped yourself onto the bed, Dean laying next to you. You turned on your side and looked at the freckle face that looked back at you. You felt calm, comfortable, and you couldn't help but smile. You remembered the feeling from years ago when he put his arm around your waist and pulled you onto him. Nothing was said, you just laid your head onto his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat. You focused on it while his fingers ran through your hair, both of you drifting off to sleep without a word being said. You hadn't realized that you fell asleep until you felt Dean moving under you. The way his head was moving back and forth, you knew whatever he was seeing wasn't good. You put your hand on his face and leaned into him.
" Dean, Dean wake up. "
His eyes shot open, as he tried to get his breathing under control. He took your hand in his, and gave it a little squeeze.
You seen the pain written on his face and you just wanted to make it go away. You looked at him for a second, propping your head on your hand then leaning down and kissing the knuckles of the hand that held yours. A weak smile pulled at his lips then faded quickly. Taking a deep breath, you looked at his face. .
" You want to talk about it? " You asked softly.
Dean hesitated before he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.
" You don't want to know about the things that go on in my head Y/N. " He stated.
An image of a recurring nightmare popped into your mind and you let out a sigh.
" Did I ever tell you why I've got a thing with small spaces? " You asked, not remembering if you did or not.
Dean leaned his back against the headboard and shook his head. Fiddling with your fingers, you thought about everything.
" After you and Sam left, I tried to forget everything you guys told me. I partied like crazy, going to a different club every night in the midst of being a really awful college student. "
You took in a deep breath as those eyes flashed in your mind.
" One night, I went to the bar with a few friends and I met this man..at least I thought it was a man..He ended up being a demon. I didn't know until we went back to a motel and then everything just happened so fast...I didn't even have time to process what was going on. " You took in another deep breath and continued. " He tortured me for days..he locked me in a closet, my hands tied behind my back, my feet together. I was terrified and I hated myself for being so reckless when you had told me that there was more dangers out there. I...I just didn't know exactly how bad."
You felt the tears fill your eyes and you tried your hardest not to let them fall as you felt Dean take a hold of your hand.
" How did you get away? "
A soft smile came upon your lips.
" Bobby Singer. "
" Bobby saved you? " Dean repeated, a little shocked.
You shook your head and a tear fell onto your cheek, that you quickly wiped away.
" Yeah, he actually taught me everything I know. He kinda took me under his wing, after I begged him of course. He always said that I had a choice, but I didn't..not really. I didn't want to be in a situation like that again, a helpless victim. I specialized in Demons, learning everything I could, which is why I got the call to come and find you.. " You said the last sentence softly.
" Bobby never told me about that. " Dean claimed.
" I still have nightmares about that guy. Bobby didn't get the chance to kill him..he was already gone by the time he showed up and I haven't heard of him since. "
Dean put his hand under your chin and made you look at him.
" You are far from a helpless victim, that's for damn sure. "
You felt that power, or darkness whatever it was come over you and you smiled a smirk that almost mirrored Dean's.
" Not anymore. "
He leaned in and kissed you softly. Laying your head onto your pillow, smiling at him and not even two minutes later, you were fast asleep again.
Dean watched as your breathing became steady, pulling himself on his elbows he kissed your temple softly. He couldn't get that story out of his head. All the pain that you had felt. He wanted to help you finally get past all of that and he knew exactly how he was going to do it. He slowly made his way out of the bed and grabbed his phone. He let you sleep for a couple hours before you woke up by the slam of the motel door. You opened your eyes to see Crowley, wiggling his fingers with that smirk of his. You let out a growl as you sat up.
" Why don't you put some clothes on, me and your lover boy have some business to take care of. "
You got to your feet and before you could say anything, Dean came out of the bathroom and passed you some clothes from your bag.
" Come on, let's go get a drink. " He smiled.
You let out a muffled groan, glared at Crowley while pulling on the clothes and followed them outside to the front seat of the car. The next couple hours, you spent at a run down bar that was filled with obnoxious drunk people. You thought about what had happened last night, the way he looked at you. You could feel yourself pulling the old Dean out little by little..but would you be able to do it before Sam caught up to you guys??...or before you said the wrong thing to Crowley to make him tell Dean how Sam really found you guys in the first place. You chugged back the now warm beer that sat in front of you and watched as Dean and Crowley battled two men at a game of Foosball. You couldn't help but smirk when Dean yelled at Crowley to shut up.
Crowley glanced at you, then focused back on the game.
" You know I get what you see in her. Nice girl, slightly damaged. I can see the old you falling for that. " Crowley stated as he moved the bar to move the little metal men.
Dean shook his head with a little laugh.
" Don't you worry, she means nothing. " He stated, but he wasn't just trying to convince the King Of Hell , but himself as well.
After about 2 games, Dean was heading for the bar, when a visibly drunk man in a cowboy hat, bumped into Dean, spilling his drink. He looked at Dean and then pushed him. Dean stumbled back just a step and looked at him. You knew this wasn't going to be good. Before you could make your way to him, the man was laying on the floor, his face bleeding. Dean let out a deep breath, saw the cowboy hat beside him, leaned down picked it up and placed it on his head. He looked at you a smirk on his face.
" What do you think Y/N, you wanna ride? "
" Maybe later Cowboy, I think we should get out of here before you break anymore faces. " You smiled, tapping your hand on his cheek with a smile.
" Your girl is no fun Squirrel. "
You turned to see Crowley with a cowboy hat on his head as well and a man holding his jaw as he headed for the exit. You shook your head.
" One more beer. " You said, flagging the bartender down.
When you sat back down at your table, Crowley held his phone out to you.
" Do me a favor sweetheart, take a picture...I'm a sucker for memories. "
You shook your head and couldn't help the little laugh that came out. You snapped the picture then tossed his phone onto the table. About an hour later, you and Dean made your back to the motel, Crowley finally disappearing. When you woke up well into the late afternoon, Dean wasn't there. You reached for your phone on the bedside table when you seen a note.
' Stepped out, will be back soon. - D '
Waiting patiently for Dean to return, you stretched yourself out on the bed, staring off to the little smoke stained telephone sitting and taunting you on the nightstand. You should call Sam, tell him you were alright and still with Dean, trying to find a way to bring him back. He would probably yell at you, telling you to get out now, but you couldn't. You wouldn't. There was also the possibility that this was all a test, leaving you here with this chance to run to his brother. You were just starting to gain his trust, there was no way you would risk it when you were so close.
The door swung open, revealing Dean with various shopping bags in his grip. Shutting the door behind him he laid them out in front of you.
"Time to get dressed," he stated while moving to the mini bar.
"And where are we going?" You asked, peeking into the bags that contained black silk and lace.
"I've got some business to take care of," he downed the little bottle. "We leave in 10."
Now standing in front of the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom, you looked at yourself while applying the dark red lipstick he had picked out for you. You put your hair neatly up, out of your face and looked back at yourself in appreciation for his taste. The dress fit snuggly, but curved along perfectly to your body, dipping low just allowing enough to modestly cover your breasts. The hem reached down only inches from exposing your lace covered ass cheeks. The black heels he choose, lifted you up from the floor, making the dress rise a little higher in response, but still low enough not to expose you. For once, in a long time, you looked more like you would have to go on a date; sexy and persuasive.
Slithering out of the tiny room, you met Dean's darkened eyes shining at the sight of you. A smirk pulled on his face as you drew closer to him. He reached up and pulled the pins out of your hair slowly, letting your locks fall down to your shoulders.
"You look better with your hair down," he said as he worked his hands through it. "Keep it that way."
You nodded in return, biting you lip to the sensation of his hands tangled in your hair. Damn you missed this. Holding out his hand to the door, you followed his lead outside. A little sway of your hips came automatically as you moved, making him grin with lust. Tonight, you were really going to be his.
He took you to what had looked like an abandoned building, but was really a front for a foggy nightclub that was blasting rock metal songs to the equally darkly dressed patrons, mindlessly moving along to the rhythm. It was not the typical place he would have ever have taken you, at least not the old Dean. The new one, he moved amongst them to the bar like he was one of them, pulling your hand in his along the way.
"Two whiskeys," he shouted to the bartender decked out in leather and spikes.
You looked around a little nervously, feeling out of place a bit. It had been so long since you were in a place like this. In your earlier college days you would have probably frequented a bar like this on most days of the week, finding another boy to play with for the night. That was until you found the wrong one...
"You know," Dean purred over the loud music into your ear. "You are the sexiest thing in here."
A sly smile grew in the corner of your lips as you reached for the drink sat down by the bartender. As the music grew louder, you found yourself moving along to it while bringing the glass to your lips, taking in the smooth amber liquid.
"I could make you come right now in front of everyone," he whispered again to you, making your heart skip in surprise.
You turned to him, watching his tongue dart between his lips before he used his teeth to playfully bite the tip. The sight and his words automatically made you clench your thighs tightly.
"What are you waiting for then?" You playfully smiled back while moving deeper into the crowd of dancers.
He devilishly grinned while you motioned with your finger to come hither, downing his drink quickly before pushing his way past all the people in his way to you.
The song switched over to one that was familiar. You knew the beat, and your body remembered the moves that went with it. You pushed your back against his chest, feeling the sound move throughout your nerves. He startled you, but only just for a second, by grabbing and tugging a little on your hair. He knew what that did to you, and your couldn't deny the shiver of pleasure that was automatic to it. He started to move along with you, his hips following your led as he placed his other hand gently on yours. He squeeze just a little as you felt him pressing himself a little tighter to your backside so you could feel every inch of him coming alive because of you.
He tugged your head to the side, exposing your neck to his lips and teeth, leaving little trails of bites along your skin. His hand that was placed on your hips was slithering its way to your front, stopping to rest right below your belly button. He pushed into you, making you fully feel his erection that was only separated from you aching core by a few pieces of cloth. You could feel his hand rubbing you back and forth along with his hips, pressing just a little more with every swipe.
Your eyes rolled back as you got lost into the sound and his touch mixed together. Everyone around you was now a blur as you felt the vibrations from the speakers move through you. His hand dipped down slowly to your front as you continued to move in sync. You peered over your shoulder to him in surprise, but he only mouthed a "shh" to you while continuing to trace outside your thin damp panties.
Biting down hard on your bottom lip, he licked his own before grabbing around your neck with his hand that was tangled in your hair and pulling your lips to his. It was fueled with hunger, the kiss that made every nerve spark alive, sending waves of pleasure down you. His fingers traced little lines along your panties, before shoving the little bit that covered your entrance and rubbing along with his calloused fingers. He followed along with the guitar riff and drum beat, finger fucking you in front of the unsuspecting spectators. What was happening you knew was wrong, but it felt to right. You clenched down on his finger entering you in a swift motion, pumping in and out while hooking in just the right spot. You fought back the moan of pleasure that wanted to leave you, not wanting to be caught in the act.
"Let go," he commanded into you ear, pinching your clit as punishment before going back to pumping you, which only made you shudder in pleasure more. "Give in. It's okay. Let go of all your worries, all your fears. Release yourself to me. Give yourself over completely. Embrace the darkness inside."
Almost in a betrayal your body automatically came undone feeling his hardness in the crack of your ass cheeks pressing in mixed with the his roughness working you over on the other side. He continued to move in and out of you, as the song started to end, quickly switching to another with the same tempo while the waves ran through you rapidly until you were left as a shaken mess. Out of breath you turned to him, your chest heaving. He smiled while bringing his now sticky fingers to his lips, licking them on by one with satisfaction. Your mouth was hungry for him, enough with teasing you wanted him, no, you needed him. Before you could crash your lips to his, he stopped you.
"Go clean yourself up," he coldly demanded over the sounds around you.
You stepped back in disbelief, but only nodded in return reminding yourself that it wasn't really your Dean dismissing you, but the demon. You spotted the restroom sign in the distance while he left you stranded in the crowd, making his way back to the bar. Entering through the swinging door, the smell of urine and shit filled your nostrils, making the act you were just in even more sickening to you, although you found it almost as equally exhilarating. Grasping the cool porcelain sink, you looked up to your reflection. Your hair was a tangled mess with your lipstick smeared on your swollen lips all because of him, and damn did it feel good.
"Fuck!!!!" You yelled out loud to yourself. This isn't the plan.
"Well aren't you a dirty little slut?"
The familiar voice, sent fear throughout your body, before you turned around and seen his face. The face that has been haunting your dreams for years.
" Tyler. " You stated, your tone rough and filled with anger.
" Miss me? " he smirked as he took a few steps towards you.
All the fear and pain that this man put you through, instantly turned into rage, fueling your desire for revenge as he ran his fingers through your messy hair, dropping to drag across your chin. You didn't flinch to his surprise.. He knew you as a scared and vulnerable girl, but now? You were different, you were not afraid, not after everything you had seen and done. You knew this was your chance to get what you've been working for. You took in a deep breath and pulled a grin on your face.
" More than I thought. "
You glanced around the dingy bathroom, a crowd of girls rushing in, too drunk to care what was going on. It needed to be somewhere else, not here. You reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly.
" Why don't we take this somewhere a little more quiet. " You said, leading him towards the door.
He followed you without question out into the loud club and through the crowd. Dean had just shot back the rest of his drink when he spotted you pushing your way towards the exit, a smile on his lips. He threw some money onto the bar and slowly made his way outside. He stood by the door, hidden in the shadows where he had the perfect view as you you lead the demon towards the car.
You knew Dean always had some kind of weapon hidden in his car, just in case, and exactly where it was since he didn't hide it from you anymore. You pushed Tyler down to lay on the back seat pulling yourself on him after closing the door behind you. His eyes stayed glued to you, watching you carefully with intensity. When you felt one of his hands grab a hold of your waist you swatted it away, waving your finger in his face
" Ah ah not yet. " You smirked leaning your face down to him.
Licking your lips slowly, you dropped a little further so that your breath traced on his meat suits cheeks.
"It's been too long," You purred before tracing your tongue along his jawline, ending just before you reached the pulse point. He was in ecstasy and had no inclination that at the same time your hand was reaching below the driver's seat, feeling for that cool metal of the angel blade. You rocked your hips forward to reach a little further, still keeping him preoccupied in his own desire when your hand brushed against something else that would work for now, the devils trap handcuffs. Pulling them into your grasp you sat up twirling them around your finger while smiling down at him.
"Dirty girl," he grinned as he tried to sit up as well underneath you, but to your surprise he could only an inch, like something was already holding him back
He shot his eyes up above him with yours following after to see a devils trap staring at you, barely noticeable unless you happened to be stuck underneath it. You had no idea how that got there, but in this moment you didn't care. Not needing the cuffs anymore, you dropped them to the floor without haste and found the blade you had been looking for as he tried to stop you. Holding it steady, you didn't hesitate to run the blade down his cheek as he laid helpless, watching as the blood poured from the fresh cut. You found yourself smirking at his pain as he screamed in agony.
" You think I've forgotten about what you did to me? I have been waiting for the day I get the chance to get my hands on you. To make you feel the pain that you made me feel."
You moved the blade to his throat and without a second thought, you pushed the it in and smiled when he cried in agony. Your veins burned hot and you loved every second of it. Seeing those once black eyes that haunted your dreams turn dead and cold was all you ever wanted. But not yet...no he needed to suffer.
The moment Dean heard the scream, he walked over peering into the window, watching as you cut and sliced until you the man and the backseat of the stolen car was covered in a thick red liquid. He watched as your eyes became darker than he had ever seen them before. The way your mouth pulled up on your blood splattered face. He knew you were enjoying this. He heard voices come out of the bar and as much as you were loving this, he couldn't risk anyone seeing you cut this guy up like a fish. He opened the door and the smell of blood instantly filled his nose.
" Y/N it's time to finish it. "
Dean's voice shook you out of the dark state that you had slipped into and you let out a frustrated breath..
" She's too scared" Tyler coughed through broken breaths underneath you. "She always was a scared little toy."
"Wouldn't be so sure of that." Dean clicked with his tongue.
Your fingers twitched around the blade in your hand as you seethed at his words. That was the old Y/N, she died years ago when he tormented every piece of her mind, body, and soul. Dean was about to speak but stopped as he saw your muscles tighten, gripping the blade harder. You muscles felt like they were on fire as you raised in up and jammed it through where his heart would be, leaving a lifeless body beneath you.
Your body was buzzing and you couldn't deny that you loved this feeling. The adrenaline was pushing through you making your heart and breaths quicken. It was like an orgasmic release you had wished and waited for.
Your eyes finally focused on Dean and right then, he knew there was something different about you, something much darker that was not there 3 hours ago. It brought a smile to his lips as he held his hand out to you. Taking ahold of his hand, you got out of the car, Dean slamming the door closed once your feet hit the ground. Your mind was in a euphoric haze as you glanced at the meat suit that laid in the back seat.
" I think we are going to have to torch that car. " You smirked.
Dean shook his head with a grin.
" What? " You asked, pulling your dress back down.
"You finally let go Y/N. Stepped over to the dark side. How does it feel being free?" He asked, running his hand softly over your cheek:
You closed your eyes for a second, taking in a steady breath. There was always that something inside you that you had only felt for a split second after you killed any monster that you hunted, but this time it lingered and you loved it. It coursed through your body and you shivered in pleasure as your eyes opened and locked with his.
" Feel like a whole new woman. " You smirked, before yanking him down to crash your lips to his.