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“I figured since you're now on team hell-” Lucifer grabbed himself a clean glass and reached for the bottle of whiskey in front of Dean.

“I'm not on team anything. Get that through your head.” Dean snatched the bottle out of Lucifer's reach and downed what was left in his glass before pouring another.

“Apparently you're with Crowley. I promise you I'm more fun.” he winked.

“I don't give a shit about Crowley.”

“Ohh, that's not what I hear.” Lucifer chuckled. “BFFs of the highest order, to hear him tell it.”

“He's delusional.”

“You're not wrong there.” Lucifer snapped his fingers, and Deans bottle of whiskey was now in his hand and he calmly poured himself a drink while Dean glared at him. “Put those black eyes away, we both know they're useless against me.”

“I still have my knife.” Dean snarled, reaching behind his back and under his shirt to grip at the bone handle that pressed against his skin.

“That you do.” Lucifer sighed and downed his drink. “That's why I know you can help me.”

“No.”

“You didn't even hear what I want..” Lucifer mock whined. “It's a win-win. Come on Dean-o. Work with me. Something I want.. something you want… what's good for me is good for you..”

“What could you possibly want that's good for me?”

“Your brother.”

“No.” Dean let go of the knife, reached over and grabbed his bottle back.

“Look. You want him to stop hunting you, and I want my vessel. Help me get him, and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. See? Win - win.”

“No.”

“Oh come on. Don't tell me daddy's little soldier is still following the orders of a dead man.”

“I don’t give a shit about Sam. You want him, go fucking get him yourself.” Dean stood from the bar stool. “We both know he won't let you in anyways.” Dean turned and started to walk away.

“Dean-”

“I said no. End of discussion.”

“He said yes to me once, Dean. I can break him again. I can break you too.”

“Love to see you try.” Dean called over his shoulder before his head went back with the bottle at his lips.

Lucifer smirked. “You're on.”

Dean didn't need to sleep, but it was something he still did out of habit after a night of fucking some bar skank until she all but passed out on him. He began to stir from sleep as he felt the bed shaking under him.  “Dean… wakey wakey Dean.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart..” he turned his head and cracked an eye open, expecting the tall dark brunette he had fucked into oblivion. But what he saw, was you. He hadn't seen you since he left you with Sam. You were staring at him, eyes wet with tears. Confused by the look on your face and the shaking bed, his eyes drifted down.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” Lucifer grunted out as he thrust deep in you. “Glad you finally decided to join the party.”

“D-Dean..”

“Wrong name, Princess.” The hand easily engulfed your throat, your mouth opening as you gasped for air. You clawed at his forearm as your face turned red, your lips going numb. You tried to swallow, but his hand tightened.

Dean tried to get up, but he couldn't move. Glancing around, he couldn't see anything holding him down. His eyes went back to your face, then Lucifer’s. “Enough.” he growled out.

“She knew the rules, Dean-o. She knows the punishment.”

“S-s..”

“What's that princess? What are you trying to say?” his face came closer to yours, his hips slamming into yours so hard your head hit the headboard.

“S-so.. rr-y”

“Good girl.” he let go, and you gasped for breath, your back arching off the bed.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Dean was pissed, trying as hard as he might to get his hands up off the bed.

“You asked for this, Dean.” Dean let out a growl, but Lucifer just chuckled as he continued to fuck into you. “You basically dared me to break you.” Lucifer let his nose move over your cheek, and it had Dean’s nostrils flaring. “I’m going to break you, by breaking her.”

“If you think I-”

Dean was cut off by your scream as Lucifer bit into your cheek. Your shoulders shook and lifted off the bed as you cried out. When Lucifer pulled away, and Dean saw the mark on your face, the blood, his eyes went black. The roar that escaped him was like nothing you had ever heard in all the years you had known him. Even Lucifer was surprised, his rhythm lost as he watched.

Dean’s upper body tensed as the roar filled the room, the veins in his arms practically bulging with effort. He was using all the strength he had and you watched with wide eyes as his head lifted off the pillow. Then his shoulders. One inch. Then two. The sound of him only getting louder the angrier he got and the harder he fought to get up, to rip Lucifer limb from limb.

Lucifer reached out, put a hand to Dean’s forehead and shoved him back down. “Down, boy.”

“I’ll fucking kill you. I swear to god, I will fucking kill you.”

“Awe, what’s the matter Dean? Mommy didn’t teach you about sharing? Oh right, she didn’t get the time to.” He laughed, and Dean snarled at him. “Princess, how about we go over the rules for our buddy Dean here, hmm?”

You bit your bottom lip and tears moved down the side of your face. “Mhmm.” you nodded, afraid of what would happen if you didn’t.

“What a good girl you are.” Lucifer praised, and you tried to blink away the tears. “Rule number one.” Lucifer thrust in you hard to punctuate the number. “You look at me, or you look at Dean. Your eyes do not close. If they do, you are punished. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded.

“Rule number two.” Again, an extra hard thrust, this time it made you cry out. “The only sound out of those pretty little lips, is your screams. Unless I say otherwise. Say ‘yes Sir’ if you understand.”

“Yes Sir.” You whimpered.

“Rule number three.” Your head hit the headboard with this thrust. “I’m going to keep fucking you. However the hell I want, holes get no say, and that’s all you are. A bunch of holes. It’s going to get rough, sweetheart.” He stroked a finger over your cheek gently, a complete contrast to everything else he did. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m going to cum inside you, again and again.” You opened your mouth, but his hand covered it. “What did I say?” He growled, and you whined, but closed your mouth. “I’m going to keep filling you until you’re boyfriend here, sorry.. Ex boyfriend, gives me what I want. Do you understand?”

You’re quick to nod, and he removed his hand. His focus on fucking into you again. You breath out a sigh, your eyes closing for a moment, your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to keep from crying more. And you feel him shift.

“What was rule number one?”

Your eyes fly open as he shifts again, pulling back this time, and you feel cold steel on your hip. “I’m sorry! Please I’m sorry!”

“Oh, two rules broken? Tsk tsk.”

You scream as the knife digs into our lower abdomen on your right side, a straight line down. And then another straight across. You have to stop yourself from begging again. Because that’s all you want to do, beg him to stop hurting you. If he wants to fuck you, fine, you can tune that out, you can take it. But not this. You turn your head, your eyes meeting Dean’s. They’re green again, the green eyes you loved so much, and you see fear there. For a moment, his eyes on yours, there’s fear, that tiny sign of Dean’s humanity buried deep in his eyes.

Then fingers grasp your cheeks, and as you turned away from Dean, his eyes fill with rage. Then you’re looking at blue eyes, cold as steel. “I think I want you looking at me while I hurt you. I love the look on your face when you’re in pain. The desperation to make it stop that fills your eyes.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing over yours softly as he let out a breath and pushed as deep into you as possible. “I wonder if I can get my whole name carved into you, sweetheart. Huh?” He smiled. “You’ve already got the L.”

Dean growled, trying again to get up. “I’m going to fucking rip you apart!”

Lucifer laughed. “And I’m going to make her cum. Yeah, yeah I think I’ll make her cum on my cock while I fill her.” He looked to Dean. “Wanna see how her face contorts in pure bliss one more time? I bet you do, Dean. I bet you fucking miss it. Let’s give him a show, sweetheart.”

He went back on his knees, pulling your hips up to meet his, your ass on his lap and shoulders still against the bed. His hips continued to slap against yours as he pulled you against him. Then one hand left your side, fingers trailing over your abdomen through the blood and leaving a trail of red in their wake. His thumb hit your clit, and your body jolted. He spoke soft praises as his thumb picked up speed, and the short fingernails on his other hand dug into your side.

Looking down your stomach, you could see the L he had carved into your flesh, and the blood that was now starting to run up towards your belly button because of the angle. Your eyes went to his stomach, watching it move as he pushed deep, and then pulled back. You were biting your bottom lip, trying to fight the sounds he was trying to tear out of you.

“Naughty naughty.” He chastised. “I never said to be quiet.” He thrust again, and you cried out. “Oh, what was that I hit?” He did it again, and again you cried out, a hand shooting forward and resting on his abdomen, trying to push him back. “Is that… is that your cervix?” Again he hit it, and again you screamed, head nodding. “I think I’m going to cum right there.. Cum with me.”

His thumb picked up speed and your mouth fell open. You could hear Dean fighting next to you again, cursing under his breath, but you kept your eyes on Lucifer. You could feel something cold creeping into your body, slowly, seeking out every sensitive little spot you had and stimulating it. “Oh..shit..” You whimpered, body shaking as it started stimulating your g-spot as well.

Your nails started digging in to where you hand sat on his abdomen. The other hand grabbed hold of his arm that held your hip. Suddenly both his hands were on your hips, pulling you on him as he fucked you hard, but your clit was still being stimulated along with everything else.

His grace it had to be his grace. And it was holding you on edge. You were so tensed up that it was starting to hurt. It felt like the muscles in your calves were being torn apart. “Please…” You begged. “Lu-L.. Please.. Luci..” Your eyelids were fluttering as you fought to keep them open, eyes trying to roll back. “Please..”

He smiled at the marks your nails were leaving on him, and how enraged Dean was getting about it. The look on Dean’s face when you begged for him was enough to make all this worth it. But he wasn’t even close to done. “I said cum.” He growled out, and finally let you.

You screamed as it hit, your back arching, nails clawing at him. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you bucked against him. The last thing you felt before blacking out, was Lucifer's cock pulsing inside you, right up against your cervix, and his teeth digging into your breast around the nipple.

And then it all stopped.

With a sigh, Lucifer shook his head. “What was rule number one, Dean?” Dean roared again, fighting with all he had, getting up a few inches only to be forced back down. “Don’t close your eyes. And the begging, while a nice touch, was against another rule.” He took hold of the knife again, and carved in a U next to the L, then looked to Dean. “Ready for round two?” Dean’s eyes were black again as he snarled. “Wonder who I’ll break first. You? Or her?”

You were in and out of consciousness for hours, days, you had no idea. You stopped fighting it a long time ago. Stopped trying to push him again, since it only made things worse. He had gotten in your head at some point, figured out your kinks, things that turned you on that not even Dean knew. A few times, you even saw Dean over you and enjoyed yourself, only to see the face shift right after you came. You’d cry, you’d turn your head, and you’d get punished. “Please..” you begged, looking at Dean. “Just give him what he wants.. Please.” You were crying as Lucifer carved an E into you.

“No.”

You squeezed your eyes shut before looking back up at Lucifer. “Just take me.” You told him, giving up completely. “He doesn’t even care anymore. I told you.. I- I told you he wouldn’t.” The bed was moving again, and you were looking up at him. Suddenly his face shifted, showing you Dean’s. “Don’t bother. Just fuck me good and make me forget him.”

He smirked as his face shifted back. He knew that that one little sentence hurt Dean more than anything. As much as he liked to think he was beyond his humanity, it was there, and now it was wounded beyond belief. If anything would break him, it would be that.

Surprisingly enough though, Dean held firm. He seethed, and raged. He fought as hard as he could against the forces holding him down, but he refused to say yes. And it was starting to piss Lucifer off. So he got angry, he took it out on you again. You cries filled the room once more, your tears and blood soaking the bed. And then you blacked out once again.

“You know, Dean..” Lucifer muttered as he carved into your skin again, enjoying the patterns the blood made as it ran this way or that. “When this is all over, you’ll still have your humanity, whether you want to admit it or not. Your self loathing will eat at you. Do you still feel it as a demon?” He glanced over for a moment, meeting Dean’s pitch black eyes, and hummed. “Yeah, I bet you do.” He looked back down at his handiwork. “You’ll feel guilty, Dean. Either you’ll leave her to die, and that will eat at you. Or you’ll try and make it right. If you do try, and if she by chance forgives you for this, because this is your fault, neither of you will ever forget it. Every time you fuck her, you’ll look down and see my name just inches above your cock.” He looked over at Dean again. “I can keep going, Dean. I have all the time in the world. So do you. But not her. And I will not stop until you say yes.”

“Fine..”

The sound was barely audible, even for Lucifer. He furrowed his brow, leaned a little closer, and  made Dean look at him once more. His eyes had turned back to green when they settled on you. “What did you say?”

“I said fine. I’ll do it, I’ll get you Sam. Just.. stop.”

“Good boy, Dean.” He gave Dean a pat on the cheek before getting up off you and out of the bed. “I’ll be watching you.” And then he was gone.

Dean rolled towards you, a hand cupping your pale cheek. You had lost so much blood. With a sigh, he got out of the bed and got dressed. Wrapping you up in a clean blanket, he lifted you out of the bed and headed for the door.

There was a pounding on the door that pulled Sam from his sleep. His head bolted up from the table where he had passed out at the laptop, and he looked up. When another round of pounding started up, he ran.

Pulling open the bunker door, he gasped at the sight of you wrapped in a bloody blanket on the ground. “Jesus Christ…” He lifted you up and looked around. No sign of anyone. Quickly, he hurried in, kicking the door behind him not caring if it closed or not. Not yet. His injured shoulder screaming at the weight of you in his arms. “I got you. Y/N, please be okay.. I got you, I’ll do everything I can, please just hold on.” He muttered as he hurried to put you in Dean’s room. It had always been where you felt safest.

Sam moved through the hall and made his way to his room. Stepping in, he sighed and went for the sink. His hands, his shirt, everything was covered in blood. He had done his best trying to clean you up and stitch what he could, which wasn’t easy with an arm in a sling. He shut his eyes, head hanging down. How could this have happened? Who had done it? And why carve Lucifer into you? Was someone trying to say you were the devil? Had you been possessed?

“You were suppose to protect her.”

Sam eyes shot open, and behind him in the mirror stood his brother. He spun around. “Dean, I-”

“You were suppose to fucking protect her!” Dean’s hand was shaking, knuckles white around the bone handle it held. “I left her with you, Sam! You were suppose to fucking keep her safe!”

“Dean, what’s going on? Who did that to her?”

“Lucifer.” Dean growled out. “Lucifer fucking did it, and I had to watch. Because you couldn’t fucking do one god damn thing right.”

“Why? Why would he do that to her!?” Sam was scared. There was no doubt in his mind that if Dean felt this was his fault, his brother would kill him.

“He’s coming.”

“For what, Dean!?”

“For you.” Dean pointed the knife at him. “All this, was to get to you.”

Sam’s brow furrowed, and then they heard  the tell tale sound of the bunker door slamming. “Sammy! I’m home!”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Dean growled, eyes pitch black as he stormed out of the room.

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“Everything okay?” He asked stepping out. “You got lucky by the way.” he smiled and held up a small umbrella that could fit in your purse.

“Thanks. Uh, yeah. I thought I saw something, over there.” You pointed to the screen that was on the floor of your office. Actually, you could see your office door in the shot. “A shadow? Probably just my mind playing tricks on me.” You got off the counter.

He went back a bit, and watched. “Don’t see nothing.” He shrugged. “As soon as James comes back, I’ll head up to double check alright?” He knew you hated this place at night, and it had been right outside your office, whatever you thought you saw.

You nodded. “Thanks, Carl.” You smiled taking the umbrella he had put down.

“Anytime.” He watched you head back out into the rain.

“Just ask her out already.” He had been so focused on you, he hadn’t heard the other guard come back. He looked up at James, then looked back outside as you stepped out into the rain. “It’s been years, Carl.”

“Exactly.” he sighed. “It’ll probably just be weird at this point. Take the desk, she thought she saw something by her office, I’m going to head up and check it out.”

James chuckled. “Seriously Carl-” He was shot a glare. “Alright, go play knight in shining armor to a girl you won’t even admit you love. Idiot.” He shook his head as Carl headed off towards the elevators.

“Come on.” You grumbled as the rain picked up and thunder boomed. The umbrella was barely keeping you dry at this point. “I should have asked Carl to call me a cab…” Hearing a faint growl, you turned to look behind you, but saw nothing. “Hello?”

You looked around for a minute before walking again. You were about half way home, so you started to walk a bit quicker. You could hear puddles splashing as if someone was walking through them behind you but when you turned, again nothing was there. “Who’s there? I’m not stupid I can hear you following me…” Nothing.

You turned back and moved a bit quicker, no longer caring if you went through puddles and ruined your shoes. You could see lightening flashes off in the distance as you hurried. Just a few more blocks, you told yourself. Then you heard the growl again, to your left, closer then before. Turning towards the sound, again you saw nothing. You heard another behind you, and turned, again nothing. Lightening started to flash overhead, as if it was trying to strike you. You couldn’t run, you were frozen in fear. “Please..” You whimpered, though you weren’t sure to what. As lightening flashed, hitting your umbrella, you felt something grab your leg, biting into your flesh.

When you came to, you were in a room. It had basic furniture in it, but there were no windows, save for a small one on the door. Looking down, you were only wearing your underwear and bra. At the foot of the bed was a skirt and blouse. Your heels from work were next to the bed, dried, as if you had never been caught in the rain. How long had you been here? Where ever here was. Licking your lips, you got up from the bed and headed for the door, letting out a soft whine when you couldn’t see out. “Hello?” You called out banging on the door. “Hello, is anyone out there?”

You tried for a few minutes, getting no response. You turned and started to look around the room. There wasn’t much to look at really. Bed, small table and a single chair, a door? When you opened it, it revealed a bathroom on the other side. You turned back to the clothes waiting for you on the bed. You really didn’t want to be naked when whoever it was that undressed you came back, so you went and quickly got dressed. Surprised to find everything fit perfectly.

You went into the bathroom and looked in the small mirror. You had been struck by lightening.. hadn’t you? You didn’t look like it. “What the hell is going on…” You looked down at your right leg, and couldn’t even see a mark where you had been sure something had sunk it’s teeth in.

Suddenly you heard a key in the door. You hurried out as it opened. “Get your shoes on, he’s ready to see you.”

“Who is? Where am I?” You demanded. “Where are my clothes, and why am I dressed like this?” You motioned down to the clothes you wore. You had never owned clothes this nice, you couldn’t afford to, not that your clothes were cheap or slobbish.. It’s just this, this was top quality stuff you were wearing. “This doesn’t look like somewhere with a dress code.. no offense..”

“Let’s just say, your invitation to the party finally arrived.” He smiled. “Now lets get moving.”

“What party?”

The man’s green eyes were suddenly pools of black that seemed to soak up all light. “The kind where no one’s still alive.” He smiled. “Now move.”

You felt a surge of fear for the man, as you slipped on the heels and started for the door. He gave you a bit of a shove as he slammed the door shut behind him.  "Can you tell me where I am?“ You glanced back at him, but he just gave you another push, urging you forward. "Who am I here to see? Who are you? Why am I here?” Each question seemed to fall on deaf ears, since he didn’t answer.  "If you don’t answer me, I’m not going anywhere.“ You shot him a defiant look.

"It’s need to know, sweetheart. And right this second, you don’t need to know shit.” He gave you another push. “Keep moving.”

You passed doors much like the one to the room you had been in. You turned down a corridor, and passed larger doors. You simply kept walking straight until he’d turn you this way or that. Suddenly, his hand grabbed your shoulder. “In here.” You turned and he motioned towards a large set of double doors. “Move.” He growled, and shoved you. You tripped and stumbled into the room.

“Don’t bloody hurt her you moron.” A man glared from a large chair at the end of the room. The well tailored suit and accent jogged your memory, but you couldn’t quite place it.

“Bite me, Crowley.” The man growled as he moved off to the side and sat in another chair, glaring daggers at the man named Crowley as he stood.

“Please excuse my associate.” He shot him another look. “I do hope he didn’t harm you?”

“What if I did?” The guy challenged. “You can’t do shit, Old man. I’m the one person here who can’t be killed.” The threat was obvious.

“You going to bloody try and kill me again?” Crowley scoffed. “Didn’t work so well before Dean.”

“No. I’d rather hurt you, by hurting her.” He pointed a knife, you didn’t even know he had, at you from his seat. It was bone and teeth. “I’d love to hear her scream.” He smiled almost seductively at you and licked his lips.

“Wh- why would that hurt him? I don’t even know him..” You stammered out and he burst out laughing.

“Oh shit, Crowley. You’ve been obsessed with this girl, and she doesn’t even recognize you. Jesus, you are getting desperate for ass.”

“Could someone tell me what the hell is going on?” You looked between them, trying to mask your fear as much as possible.

“You’ve been sold sweetheart.” Dean chuckled.

“What?!”

“Look at me, Dove.” Came Crowley’s smooth accent as he gently held your chin and turned your face to him. “You’ve seen me, yes?” You nodded. “I’ve had meetings with your father.” You nodded, remembering seeing him walk through the office once or twice.

“But, what does he mean, I was sold? Dad’s been trying to expand, but-”

“Now he can.” Dean said in an even tone, sounding bored.

“I’ve been working on this deal for over a year. You see, your father wanted something from me, but wouldn’t give me what I normally get in return. His soul.” You looked at him with a mix of confusion and panic. “King of Hell, Love.” He smiled. “Your father finally found something I was willing to take other then his soul. You.”

“He-He wouldn’t.” You stammered. “My dad hasn’t been to work for 2 days, what did you do to him?!” You demanded.

Crowley snapped his fingers, and your father was standing behind him. “He’s been here, finalizing the deal.”

“Dad..?” You shoved Crowley’s hand aside and looked to him. “Dad what did you do?”

“He sold you for a cool 3 mil sweetheart.” Dean chuckled. “He’s a fucking idiot.” Your father looked at you with sad eyes. “See, I have this thing, no cash for ass.. But I have to admit.. A piece of ass like that, I’d have paid double to be your new Daddy.” He winked with a grin.

Your father looked to Dean with wide eyes. “What?”

“Sorry, deals already been struck with the King over there. Next time, weigh your options. Now,” He smiled at you licking his lips. “I’ll just take what I want.”

“You won’t lay a bloody hand on her.” Crowley growled, and grabbed you protectively, making Dean laugh.

“Think you can keep her safe from me, and all of Hell?” His grin scared you. “What happens when my brother finds out you had me grab up an innocent, and you’re holding her here? Hmm? You know how Sammy is. He won’t rest until he ‘saves’ me. You think he won’t save her too? And the second she’s away from you, she’s mine.” He got up and stalked out of the room. “Get him out of here before I kill him for selling his fucking daughter. It disgusts me.” He growled before slamming the door behind him.

“Dad..” You whimpered. Crowley snapped his fingers, and your father was gone. “Please..” Tears ran down your cheek.

“Don’t be scared, Dove. Not of me.” He gently wiped the tears off your cheek. “I won’t let any harm come to you.”

“Why are you doing this? Why me?”

He smiled softly. “I’m the King of Hell. And you, Darling, are to be my queen. I knew it the moment I first laid eyes on you. It was why I let him alter the deal. You instead of him. Smart, strong willed and beautiful. You are perfection, Love. He can expand his company, and I finally found my Queen.” He smiled.

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Dean wasn’t the same since they left the asylum. Sam tried to ask again who the girl in the nightie begging for him was, but Dean would just walk away. He wouldn’t even acknowledge the questions. Sam hoped with each passing day that his brother would snap out of it, but Dean seemed to only get worse.

They were trying to find Amara, find how to kill her, anything, but Dean’s head just wasn’t in it anymore. And nothing seemed to get him back on track. Hunting didn’t help. He drank, sure, but he always went home alone after. Not even giving a woman a second glance.

“Will you just talk to me?” Sam’s worried voice was laced with frustration.

“No.” Dean got up and started walking out of the room.

“Come on Dean, you need to do something…”

“I am.” He held up his beer. “Leave it be Sammy.” He grumbled as he headed for his room.

Dean lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. The music blasting in his ears doing nothing to drown everything out. The 8 empty beer bottles on his floor, yeah, those hadn’t helped much either. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the pull to Amara, he knew that would never go away, not until they finished her.

He told himself that was why he had walked away from you, pretended it didn’t bother him. But the truth was, he tried to forget you long before Amara. He never told Sam about you, never even hinted that anything other then bars, skanks, and demon fun had happened while he was dark side. He knew Sam would insist on saving you, would insist on fixing that mistake for Dean. Because how could Dean have just gone along with kidnapping an innocent and letting her be sold to the King of Hell.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t face you. But he had, he had seen you, crying out for him. And he broke. The wall he built around the memories came down, fast and hard.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Fuck…” He couldn’t shake it. He pulled off the headphones and tossed them aside. Getting up he grabbed a bag and started packing.

“Dean?” Sam asked as he saw Dean walking past the room with a packed bag. He got up and hurried out. “Dean! What the hell?”

“I need to go back, Sammy.”

“Go back where?”

“I need to see her, Sam.” He gave his brother a look, and Sam could see just how bad this was eating at him.

“Dean we don’t even know if they’re still there.. We-”

“Look, you can either help me get back in there, or fuck off. I’m going.” Dean started to walk away.

“Okay, Dean. Okay. I’ll help, just-”

“Be in the car in 10.” Dean said without looking back.

“Dove?” You looked up from your book. “I need to head out. We need to find her.” You knew who he meant, and nodded. He brushed your cheek before kissing you softly. “Will you be alright, Darling?”

You gave him a soft smile and nodded. “I’ll be fine, Crowley.”

“I love you, my little Dove.” He told you softly. “It’s so good to see you smile again. So beautiful.” You blushed and let him kiss you one more time before he headed out, leaving you in the bedroom.

You barely registered the sound of your bedroom door. You shifted slightly in your sleep, expecting to feel the bed dip at any moment as Crowley climbed in behind you. Foot steps brought him closer to your bed, and then you felt fingers running through your hair. Opening your eyes, you thought you were dreaming. You were sure you were dreaming. “Dean?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled.

“Are you-”

He nodded, “I’m really here.” You looked around your room, and saw another figure by the door. “Relax, it’s just Sammy, it’s my brother. I told you about him once.” Sam turned, surprised about that, and you nodded.

“She’s not here, Dean. Crowley’s looking for her, but she’s not here.”

“I know. He’s helping us find her. I didn’t come to see her. I-”

“You need to leave, Dean.” You told him, moving away from him and sitting up in bed. He looked almost hurt. “You shouldn’t be here.  Go. Let me live my life as the Whore Queen of Hell.”

He furrowed his brow. “What?”

“Wait, you’re the Queen of Hell?” Sam looked confused when you looked over at him. “Crowley has a wife?”

You let out a sad chuckle. “Good enough to fuck, but not good enough to tell your brother about huh.” You shook your head and looked down at your hands in your lap.

Sam looked to Dean “You fucked Crowley’s wife?!”

“Drop it Sam.” Dean told him.

“He’s the reason I’m Crowley’s wife. Kind of. Or is that what you didn’t want to tell him? That you and some hounds grabbed me on my way home, brought me here. That you were the first person I saw here. That you were the one who told me I had been sold, part of a deal, for cash. That I was terrified of you, but it didn’t stop how I ended up feeling for you. It didn’t stop me from loving you.”

Dean swallowed staring at you. He didn’t know what to say. He had no plan for coming, he just knew he had to come. Sam couldn’t believe his brother had let an innocent be sold to Crowley, regretting not taking you when he saw you in the hall the last time they were there.

“I thought you felt the same, Dean. I thought I meant something to you.” You shook your head. “But all you did was lie to me. And I obviously don’t mean as much to you as I thought I did, I saw how you looked at her. Just go, Dean. Please.”

“I never lied to you.” He reached out to brush your cheek but you pulled away.

You heard movement out in the hall. “Dean, we need to go. Times up.” Sam warned him.

“I never lied to you.” He repeated again as he stood up.

“You did Dean. You once told me if you had to, you’d send me to your brother, he’d keep me safe because I was innocent.” Sam turning looking surprised again, but tried to keep his attention on the movement outside. “You told me all I had to do was say the word, and you’d get me out.”

“I didn’t lie about that. I would have, sweetheart, in a fucking heartbeat. I’m here aren’t I?”

“I asked Dean.”

He furrowed his brows at that, and Sam tugged his arm. “Dean we need to go, now.”

“I begged you Dean. I cried, and begged, and pleaded, and you walked away from me. You turned around, and walked away. Like I wasn’t even there. I sat out on those steps crying long after you were gone.”

Dean bit into his bottom lip, watching the tears stream down your face as you refused to look at him.

“He knew, Dean. Why do you think he sold you out. He was pissed. He was livid when I stormed his meeting and yelled it out for all to hear, that his Queen fucked a Winchester. He was furious when I ripped the pearls I loved from my neck and told him I was done with him for taking you from me. I told you, so long ago that I don’t have a choice in this. That you needed to leave me alone. You refused Dean. And now I’m Crowley’s Whore Queen.”

“You’re still here, in his rooms-”

“Where else do I have to go? I lost my whole life the day I met you. I was never given a choice in anything that happened. My only choice had been you.”

“Dean!” Sam opened the door and glanced out.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He started to walk out.

“Twice, Dean.” He turned back. “Twice now, I’m begging for you not to leave me and you’re walking away.” You looked up at him, eyes pleading with him.

“Bu-”

“Listen to me, Dean. Really listen.” You pulled out one of his shirts from under your pillow. “You may have forgotten me, but I never forgot you. Please, Dean. Take me out of here.”

Crowley snapped his fingers, and found himself standing not far from the asylum. He looked over at the Impala and sighed. He glanced towards the building and he knew, Dean had come back for you. He heard the large front door open and he turned, putting his hands in his pockets and walked away from the car and out of sight.

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“Nope.” Dean stayed where he was. “Eat.” He told you.

“Get out.” Crowley growled again.

“What did I tell you Crowley. As soon as she’s away from you, she’s mine. You left her alone, scared, and unprotected, so I brought her dinner. I kept her company. Hell, I made her smile.”

“She had bloody protection.”

“Then where are they?” Dean teased with a grin before taking another bite of pizza.

“You bloody killed one this morning, where are the other two?”

Dean sighed. “Alright, you got me. They’re up the hall.” He put the half eaten slice down, and looked kind of annoyed.

“What?”

“Well, they would have raised the alarm and called for you, finding more dead demons just sitting around in the hall way, so,” He shrugged. “I moved them. I was enjoying my dinner and didn’t want to get interrupted, but I guess I’m just shit out of luck today aren’t I.” He reached over and grabbed the knife out of the table and stood up. He reached out and ran a thumb down your cheek. “Sorry dinner was ruined, sweetheart. I’ll visit again real soon.” He smiled and turned towards Crowley.

“You won’t.” Crowley informed him.

Deans knuckles went white with how hard he gripped the blade. “Who’s going to fucking stop me.” He growled as he pushed past and stormed out.

Crowley rushed over to you as you put your pizza down. “Did he hurt you, Dove? Did he harm you in any way?”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “He didn’t touch me Crowley. He was just keeping me company.”

“I don’t want him anywhere near you.” Crowley growled, running a finger down your cheek much like Dean had done.

“He won’t hurt me Crowley. I-”

“You don’t know him. No matter when he told you, Dove, you don’t know him. Do not trust Dean Winchester. He was a good man once, and even then all those around him died. Stay away from him. Please.”

You could see worry in his eyes. You gave him a nod. “I’ll try Crowley. But he was right.. I was feeling lonely. The company for dinner was nice.”

“I’m sorry, Darling. I will try and do better by you.” He smiled softly.

Crowley now shared at least one meal a day with you. No matter his schedule. And demons learned fast not to interrupt his meals with you. His face lit up whenever you walked in the room, and you smiled more around him. That was something Dean glared about whenever he was near by.

Like now. You were in a lovely dress Crowley had bought you, walking up the hall on his arm heading for the dining room to have diner with him. Crowley had mentioned how ravishing you looked tonight, and you blushed looking down.

Feeling eyes on you, you looked up and saw Dean leaning in a doorway, beer in his hand. You wondered if that was his room. His wink snapped you out of your thoughts, but it was the deep growl from Crowley that made you realize he was looking at Crowley. You looked up at Crowley and saw fury in his eyes. When you looked back to Dean, he was going back into the room and kicked the door shut.

“I had your favorite made for dinner tonight, Love.” His voice pulled you back. You smiled up at him again as you headed past the door Dean had gone behind.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face that night. Rolling in your sleep, you furrowed your brow coming into contact with another body. Your hand ran over… jeans? Opening your eyes, you looked up, and gave a start.

“Relax sweetheart, it’s just me.”

“Dean?” He was sitting with his back against your head board, his thigh next to where your face had been. “What are yo-”

“I did say I’d visit, didn’t I.” He smiled down at you.

“I figured that would be during the day…”

He chuckled. “Crowley’s been making that difficult, watching you like a hawk.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “Get back to sleep.” He motioned for you to lay your head back down.

You laid back down, getting comfortable. “Dean?” He hummed in response. “Did you …”

“Kill the guard again?” You looked up at him, and he shook his head.

“No, just distracted him this time.” He smiled. “Sleep.”

You fell back asleep to the feeling of Dean’s fingers in your hair, his jeans against your fingers. When you woke up a few hours later, the sun was just starting to shine in your room, and you were alone. Had Dean really been there? Or had it all been a dream. You rolled to lay on your back and stared up at the bed canopy and sighed.  You weren’t sure how to feel about it either way.

There was a soft knock on your door. “Yes?” You called out, shifting as the door opened.

“Good morning, Darling.” Crowley smiled as he came in. “I was coming to see if you were awake and wanted to join me for breakfast before I get to work. I can have it brought here if you like, Dove.”

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely, Crowley, thank you.”

He beamed at you before sending the guard outside your door to go fetch breakfast while you went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth. By the time you got out, Crowley was sitting at your table, his suit jacket on the back of his chair.

“What?” You smiled at how he looked at you.

“You truly are beautiful, you know that?”

You blushed as the door opened, and breakfast was brought in, set up and then the demon left. “You don’t need to suck up Crowley.” You teased as you sat down. “I’m already yours. Remember?”

His smile faded from his face. “Just because your father sold your soul, doesn’t make you mine, Love.” He looked almost insulted. “I fully intend to win you over proper. I want a Queen by my side, not a bloody slave.”

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You were lying beside him, breathing deep, even breaths in your sleep. Your fingers were cold as ice, even though you’d somehow pushed your hands under him in your sleep half an hour ago. One of your bare legs was on top of his under the sheet, and your face was squished into a pillow as you lay mostly on your stomach.

Dean’s heart was still beating much too fast, even though you’d both collapsed almost an hour before, sweaty and satisfied.

He should get up. If his demons knew what he was doing, where his thoughts were, they wouldn’t like it. They would think he was weakening. They didn’t know that this was part of his plan. He needed you caught in his web.

And, he thought about the deal he’d finagled out of you a short time before, you were getting more and more tangled.

 “Dean,” you moaned, throwing your head back and arching forward for him. His hands roamed over your naked body, charting all of your scars and pulling primal groans from you. The noises you made sent him into frenzies, made him lose control.

“Mine,” he growled, gripping your thigh, hiking it further up and changing the angle. The noise that was ripped from your throat sent Dean higher.

You gripped the back of his neck, tugging at the hair there. “Quid pro quo, My Lord,” you managed to say coherently. “If I’m yours, then you’re mine.”

“Deal.” Dean crashed his lips onto yours, sealing the deal.

 Dean relaxed back into the mattress and stroked his hand down your bare back, feeling the ridges of your spine. He wasn’t exactly sure what that deal enlisted. What did it mean to be someone’s? Whatever it was, he could swing it to his advantage.

Besides, he’d proven you wrong. You were his now, after you said that would never happen.

You stirred, pulling your hands back toward your body. Your face scrunched up just before you opened your eyes. You caught sight of him and your eyes widened, trailing up his torso to his face. Dean just smiled cockily. “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

The mattress moved as you scrambled up, clutching the sheet to your chest. After a few seconds of just looking at him like a deer in the headlights, you swung around and stood up, hastily gathering your clothes that were scattered around the room. “Take me back. Now.”

“Why would I do that?” Dean lounged back against the pillows, locking his fingers behind his head as he watched your little anxiety attack.

“Because I’m asking you to. And I still have seven weeks left.” Your hurried, tight voice made Dean feel that much more victorious. “Sam’ll be wondering where I am.”

Remembering Sam obviously made your guilt flood back in. You hesitated just before picking up Sam’s shirt that you’d been wearing when you fell asleep back on Earth.

“Sam’ll be wondering a hell of a lot more than where you were once he finds out.” Dean finally got up and pulled on a pair of boxers. His pants were right next to the boxers, but he decided against those. Why get dressed up for a family reunion?

You were only in your underwear and Sam’s unbuttoned shirt when Dean walked over and stood in front of you. You clutched your shorts like a lifeline and looked anywhere but at Dean. He grabbed your chin between his fingers and turned your face up to his. “You remember our deal, right?”

“It goes both ways,” you whispered, regret coating every letter. “Now take me back.”

*****

“What do you expect me to do, Samuel? Pull her back from Hell? Even I’m not crazy enough to anger Dean like that.” Rowena settled back into her chair and took a sip of her wine. “Besides, I think Y/N can handle herself. I taught her myself.”

Sam pulled at his hair. As soon as he woke up and found you gone, he knew what had happened. He knew exactly where you were and the images of you and Dean in bed came back in full force. You’d given in once, what was to stop you from sleeping with him a second time? “Not around Dean.”

“Oh! Am I sensin’ some o’ that green jealousy? Nasty little bugger that one.” When Sam didn’t answer, Rowena heaved a sigh. “Samuel, you gotta trust Y/N. She’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

“She’s already made three deals with him. Three. She can’t seem to help herself.”

That made Rowena pause. Sam just nodded and continued pacing. Reckless. That’s what you were. Always trying to save everyone except yourself. And Sam wasn’t the only one who knew that. He knew that Dean figured that out about you too. But, unlike Sam, Dean was exploiting that part of you.

There was a sudden shift in the air and two more people were in the small living room. Sam whirled around and was arrested by the sight of you and Dean, both half-naked.

“Quicker than the walk of shame, eh, Y/N?” Dean asked smugly. “Good morning little brother. Annoying witch.”

Sam didn’t know who to look at. He hadn’t seen Dean since he’d come to get Sam out of the house, searching for you. But he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you either. Knowing you had slept with Dean was a hell of a lot different than seeing the evidence. You, however, had no problem avoiding Sam’s eyes as you kept your head down and buttoned up the shirt.

“What are you doing here?” Sam hissed through clenched teeth.

Dean just smiled cockily and swung his arm around your shoulders, not noticing your wince. “Just making sure our girl got here safely. There are a lot of creeps out there nowadays.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Dean opened his mouth to reply with someone Sam was sure would have been sarcastic, but you cut in, looking right at Dean. “You can go now.”

“But I just got here. We haven’t even talked about—“

“Go. Away. Now,” you repeated forcefully, surprising both Sam and Rowena. Sam wouldn’t even dare to talk to Dean like that. Fear at how Dean would react bubbled up inside him and it was like the world froze for a moment.

Dean’s eyebrows just shot up as he looked down at you mildly and curiously. “So that’s how this works?”

“Apparently so.” You opened your mouth to say something else, but thought better of it and closed it again. Sam’s heart constricted when he saw your eyes dart to Dean’s lips before heading back up to his eyes. “Bye.”

“I’ll see you soon, lamb,” Dean promised just before disappearing. As soon as he was gone, you staggered a little. There was silence as everyone digested what had just happened.

“I dare say you were right, Samuel,” Rowena broke the ice. “Seems like Dean has cast quite the spell on Y/N here. Three deals, you said?”

“Four,” you mumbled, walking away from Sam toward a bookshelf that had all sorts of knick-knacks on it.

“Come again?” Sam took a few steps closer, sure that he had misheard.

Your muscles clenched as you seemed to prepare yourself to face Sam for the first time since Dean brought you back. When you finally turned around, there was guilt and regret painted on every inch of your face, yet you still stood tall and confident. “Four. I made another one last night.”

Sam waited for you to expound, but you just turned back to the bookshelf and picked up a box. You waved it in the air and looked past Sam to Rowean. “Row? Can I…”

“Go ahead, darlin’.”

“Four? Care to expound?” Sam was growing annoyed with you. Frustrated. And maybe even a little angry.

You opened the lid of the box and Sam took a moment to register it as a hex box. Quickly, you opened your hand which had been clenched up to that point and dropped something in. Sam only saw the bright blue glow for a brief second before you closed the box and locked it up. He started to ask, but you held a finger to your lips. As angry as he was getting, he still knew better than to mess anything up that had to do with angel grace.

“This deal has nothing to do with you, Sam. It was my mistake and it only affects me and Dean. So no. I’m not going to tell you what it was.”

“Nothing to do with me?” Sam nearly yelled. “He’s my brother! And you’re my girlfriend!”

“And you’re too close to the situation!” You yelled back. “Remember? I have the final say when it comes to Dean.”

“Not anymore,” Sam finally decided.

That brought you up short. “Excuse me?”

Sam just shook his head. “I said, not anymore. I don’t know what’s gone on with you and him, but what I just saw right there isn’t anything good.”

“I’m just playing him—“

“And he’s playing you! Don’t you get it? For everything you learn about him, he learns something about you. He’s gotten you to make four deals with—“

“Or maybe I’ve gotten him to make four deals with me. Did you ever think of it that way, Sam? Or do you have so little trust in me that you think I can’t handle myself around a lousy demon?” Now, besides the guilt and regret, there was hurt in your eyes.

Rowena raised her hand a little. “If I may cut in, I don’t think Dean classifies as a lousy demon.”

“Fine,” you spat out. “Think whatever you think about me. Call me stupid, call me a slut, I don’t care. I’m just doing what I have to do. I came here to get ingredients for the spell. Once we get those, we can go back to the bunker and finish this.”

You pushed past Sam, knocking your shoulder into his arm as you did so, and slammed the guest room door behind you.

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“Is this the part where you start singing Music of the Night?” You quipped, not successful in hiding the quiver in your voice.

“What?”

“Phantom of the—nevermind.”

You were so much… more… in person. Your voice, your skin, your eyes. Visiting in your dreams hadn’t prepared Dean for the real deal. It was no wonder Sam had fallen so hard, so fast. Sending him to find you had been the right move. “I thought you’d like to see what your future has in store, sweetheart.”

“You’d be wrong.” You’d managed to regain some of your confidence. Dean said nothing to that, just watched as you threw the covers back and swung your legs over the side of the bed, wincing when your bare feet touched the cold, stone floor. Dean let his eyes wander over your body. The old tank-top and shorts you’d worn to combat the Kansan heat were doing you no favors in his cold room in Hell. But Dean did enjoy the view.

You stood up and crossed your arms to stop from shivering. Dean dragged his eyes up your body slowly until they crossed your stiff jaw and met your weak glare. “Why did you really bring me here?”

A sharp grin covered his face and he stalked toward you, smugness infusing every step as you grew more and more uncertain. He had all of the control here and you knew it. He came to a stop less than a foot in front of you and looked down at you. “To teach you a lesson. Pride cometh before the fall, haven’t you heard?”

“I could tell you the same thing.” Oh, you were trying so hard to keep up your bravado. It was amusing.

Dean dipped his head, making sure his cheek brushed against yours as he whispered into your ear, “You’ve got a lot further to fall than I do, Y/N.”

He started to pull away, but you surprised him when you twisted one hand into his shirt and brought the other to curl around the back of his neck, holding his head beside yours. “You’d be surprised just how wrong you are, my Lord.”

That dark pull in his stomach only happened when you called him that, and Dean had no control over it. Just as he couldn’t stop himself from hauling you against his body and turning to press you back against the wall with a growl. You needed to learn that he was always in charge.

“That’s a strong accusation, Y/N. Telling the King of Hell that he’s wrong.”

“We’re more alike than you think, Dean. More than I’ve been willing to admit.” You turned your head and Dean’s skin prickled with how close you were. “Which means I’ve got the advantage.”

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”

“I know that,” you stated. “Because I’ve admitted to all of my flaws. The same flaws that we share. But you refuse to see any of your own weaknesses. That gives me the advantage.”

“Big words,” Dean murmured. He nudged his knee between your legs and felt victorious when your heartbeat sped up. “Remember what I said about words?”

Your head fall back against the wall and you closed your eyes for a moment. Not about to let you regain control or redirect the conversation again, Dean pressed closer and your hand on the back of his neck flexed, biting into the skin and drawing a needy grunt from his throat.

*****

Sam had told you to do anything it took to get ahead of Dean, and you knew he had been thinking about a moment just like this when he’d said that. A moment where the physical attraction between you and the demon grew so strong that it was inevitable that you would become so tangled.

Sam would understand. But you wouldn’t.

Whatever you had with Sam was… it was real. It wasn’t worth any complication that this would bring. Besides, you had all you needed to know at the moment.

In person, Dean was more dynamic and commanding. But that worked to your advantage as well, because you were too.

You pulled his head closer to you, lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

“You told me my body betrays me. So does yours, Dean.” With that, you managed to push him away and slid out from between him and the wall. As soon as you weren’t covered by his body, the chill of Hell came back violently, reminding you that you needed a way out. You needed go get back to Kansas and go get everything on your list.

Well, you prided yourself on being straightforward. And it wasn’t like you had any Aces up your sleeve. Maybe it was time to grovel and stoke Dean’s ego a little. Give him more power.

“What’s it gonna take for me to convince you to put me back in Kansas?” You rubbed your arms and turned back to Dean. He was leaning back against the wall, watching you. “We had a deal.”

That infuriating King of Hell grin covered his face again. “The deal was your friends are safe and you have a time limit. There was nothing in there that said I can’t interfere with your plans.”

“What are my plans, Dean?” He couldn’t know. You and Sam had been positive he couldn’t hear you guys when you were inside the bunker. “Maybe being here is part of it.”

“I’m not stupid enough to think that you’re stupid enough to voluntarily come to Hell without an escape plan, sweetheart.” Dean seemed magnetized to you. Every time you walked away in all of your dreams with him, he kept coming closer. In person, that pull was even stronger. He closed the distance between you and even your flinch away didn’t stop him from curling a hand around the small of your back and pulling you into him. “We both know that you’re at my mercy right now. Until I decide to put you back on Earth, you’re all mine.”

“I’ll never be yours,” you spat at him.

Dean just grinned sharply. “We’ll see about that, lamb, won’t we?”

There was a knock on the door and Dean released you to walk over and answer it. As he spoke with the demon on the other side, you noticed the gleam of a thin chain around his neck and remembered the angel grace he had in that necklace. Maybe if you got a better look at it… or if you could get him to take it off you could get a better idea of what you and Sam needed to do.

But how could you go about doing that?

*****

Two days had passed. For two days, Dean kept you a prisoner down in Hell. Sure, you could go anywhere you wanted. You weren’t in chains or a cell or anything. But he had made sure everything about anything he was planning was hidden from your view, so wandering didn’t really do you any good. By now you should have been with your contact, getting the supplies for the spells you and Sam wanted to try.

Instead, you were trying to figure out a way to get Dean to take off the necklace. You only had one idea that lasted longer than a few minutes. One idea that you were pretty sure would work. All of the other ideas you’d tossed around had been discarded. There were too many ways they could go wrong.

But this idea wasn’t ideal. You were pretty sure he would take the necklace off if he took his shirt off. He didn’t seem too excited to show you his jewelry, so you figured he wouldn’t keep it on for you to see. And there was only one way you could think of to get his shirt off.

In another life, this wouldn’t be a difficult decision. You hadn’t been too discriminatory about who you slept with before, but that was before you found someone worth keeping around.

In a life before Sam, you wouldn’t have thought twice about manipulating this situation to your gain. In fact, you probably wouldn’t have hesitated. Dean was your very own Phantom. Dark, mysterious, sexy, and a little psychotic, sure. But there was that bad boy draw that you’d always found irresistible.

But now you had your very own long-haired Raul. You understood why Christine made the decision she had.

“You’re thinking hard,” Dean commented as he strolled into the bedroom. “Yet you’re still stuck here.”

“Still with the bad movie script one liners, Dean,” You absent-mindedly replied. Even Christine kissed the Phantom to save Raul, though. Right in front of him too. At least Sam wouldn’t have to watch you try to seduce his brother.

Didn’t ease your conscience any, though.

“What exactly is your plan, Dean?” You asked, turning to face him. Neither of you moved closer, though. You just looked at each other across the space. “Why keep me here? If you’re so sure that I won’t be able to win, why are you scared to let me go?”

“You haven’t tried too hard to leave, sweetheart,” Dean pointed out, finally moving. He moved forward until he was right beside you, shoulder to shoulder, facing opposite directions. Then he turned his head to look at you, but you kept looking straight ahead. “Makes me wonder where your head really is.”

Holding yourself as still as possible, you closed your eyes and prepared yourself for what needed to come next. About what needed to be said and done. This was war. There was no room for morals or ethics at the moment.

“You know what I think?” Dean asked, rounding behind you. His coarse hands gripped your hips and swung you around until the wall was at your back.

“I think you touch me way too much,” you managed to say after your gasp of surprise.

Dean chuckled and blinked, black eyes staring down at you, capturing your gaze. “I think you and I both know that this game of ours is going to come to a close soon enough. And we both know how it’s going to end.”

“With only one of us walking away,” you weakly insisted. He needed to see the fire you had left inside you. If you completely gave up now, he would be suspicious. “And it’s gonna be me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” Dean trailed his hand from your waist, around to your stomach, up between your breasts, until it rested at your throat with his fingers pressing lightly against your pulse point. The line between your reality and acting was growing hazy as your heartrate picked up and Dean leaned forward, becoming more intense as he felt the blood racing in your veins. “You don’t want to walk away. Because if you’re walking after I’m finished with you, then I’ve done something wrong.”

Part 15: Means To An End

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