#serial killer!reader

Getting in your car, you started it up and hurried away from the gas station. Your eyes on the road ahead of you. “Two more miles.” you told yourself. Two more miles and you'd be out of the state. Then you'd turn and head off in another direction. You might not be a criminal mastermind, but you knew how to make yourself hard to follow. “One more.”

Buttfuck Nowhere. That’s where you were. Or at least that’s what the damn place should be called. You were states away, and keeping to small places, just to be safe. The local radio station never mentioned anything about the murder, so you figured it was safe to take a bit of a rest.

You didn’t have much, not if you wanted it to last, so you were staying in some cheap motel attached to a run down bar. And that was the first time you saw him.

He was playing pool in the back, a shorter man in a suit watching him closely. You watched him crack his neck, lean down, line up the shot, and sink the 8 ball.

The man he was playing against threw his pool cue onto table, cursing up a storm about being hustled, saying he wouldn't pay.

But this attractive as hell man just straightened up, pool cue still in his right hand and must have given him a hell of a glare. “Wanna take this outside?” his voice was deep and threatening. You'd never doubt he had bite.

“Dean.” The shorter suited man warned and stepped forward from the table he was leaning on.

“Dean.” you whispered it softly to yourself. His name was Dean, and you wanted him. Now to figure out how to get his attention.

You pulled off the hoodie you had been hiding under, revealing a white tank top paired with your tight hip hugging jeans. Lucky you, you skipped on wearing a bra this morning. The edge of the tank was barely long enough to just flirt with the waist of your jeans, so when you moved, it revealed skin. And right now, sitting there on the stool at the bar, it was revealing the hem of the panties you wore under your jeans. The delicate lace just peeking out.

You smirked hearing someone whistle behind you. But when you looked back, it wasn't him. He was glaring at the man he had been playing pool with who was walking away. You knew that look. He wanted to kill him. “Your wish is my command.” you downed the rest of your beer and got up, shooting a wink at the man who had whistled at you.

You stood by your car, quickly changing out of the white tank and into a black one. You were trying to time this just right. A whistle sounded and you glanced up, pulling the tank top down over your bare breasts. “Hot damn.” he licked his lips and you blushed. “Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?” you asked in a teasing tone as you turned and reached into the back seat. “Come on, you can do better than that.” You brought up your right foot, as if tying your shoelace, and tucked something in under your jeans before turning back to see a huge grin on his face.

“How about I show you.”

You licked your lips and eyed him up and down.  “You got a room, or we doing this back behind the bar?”

His smile widened, and he started backing towards the side of the bar.

Dean looked around and realized the object of his anger was gone. “Fuck that guy, I'm getting my money.” he got up, leaving an exasperated Crowley behind.

Stepping outside, he looked around. “Where did you go, you piece of shit…” he walked forward, looking around before checking into cars as he moved towards the side of the building.

He looked down the side of the building, and noticed a leg sticking out. Heading for it, he shook his head when he found a bloodied body. “Guess I'm not the only guy you pissed off, huh?”

Reaching down, he dug into the man's pocket and pulled out his wallet. “No wonder you didn't want to pay.” he mumbled, finding barely more than 50$.

“Dean! Really? Over a measly 250$?”

“I didn't kill him, Crowley.” he rolled his eyes and tossed the wallet at the dead man, not caring that it bounced off his torso to land on the ground. “Found him dead.”

“Oh really, did he stab himself that many bloody times?”

“Maybe, I don't fucking know. But if you keep talking to me like that, I will stab you.” he ground out and started away.

“Bloody Hell.”

You walked out of your room, having cleaned the blood off your hands and forearms, just in time to see them heading back into a room two doors from yours.

As they walked back out, Dean holding a duffle bag, you put up your hair, letting your midriff show. But he paid you no mind. He tossed the bag in a car, got in and drove off.

You watched his car, memorizing the license plate number, then headed inside for your bag.

You were watching him from across the bar. This infatuation with the man had long ago turned into an obsession. Two months, now. For almost two months, you had followed him and not once did he seem to notice you. People were dropping dead around him, and while he noticed that, he didn’t seem to care. He’d just argue with the man in the suit, who you learned was named Crowley, and they’d skip town. So who was this man who didn’t let anything stop him from drinking, fighting, and bedding to his heart's content? And why the fuck hadn’t he noticed you yet?

You downed a shot and remembered the last town you had to leave behind. He got in a fight with some guy over the girl he’d been fucking for days, and she got pissed when he beat the man to a pulp. You killed him that night, and then the woman stormed Dean’s room the next morning screaming that she was calling the cops. You couldn’t have that, you couldn’t have these murders be tied to the others, and the one back home, so you waited. You waited for her to leave, got her to pull over on some back road feigning help, and you killed her too. No witnesses, no loose ends. You took her money and jewelry to make it look like a robbery of some kind. The jewelry you tossed, but the cash you needed. And then you followed him here.

Downing another shot, you watched as he sat down the bar from you, hand moving up the waitresses thigh and you couldn’t help but growl. You were getting tired of this game. Tired of him ignoring you. His buddy had wandered off about 20 minutes ago, whenever he disappeared, there was usually an hour or two before he got back, which is something Dean took advantage of, every time.

Like right now.

Dean stood, arm going around the girls shoulder as he lead her off and out, to a room you knew he was renting right upstairs.

You fought not to glare, but the bartender looked over at them with a sigh. “Gonna have to let her go, she keeps doing this.” He mumbled as he moved past to collect the glass Dean had left on the counter.

Clenching your jaw, you stood, and reached over for the knife he had been cutting fruit with. Over 20 kills under your belt now, what was a few more?

As you stepped up to the door, you could hear the noises coming from inside. Her over the top moans, and his grunts almost over powering the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall and the creaking of the old frame and springs.

Silently, you opened the door. She was riding him, her rhythm sloppy, and her hands on his chest while he held on to her waist and looked up at her.  You were about half way to her, she hadn’t noticed you were there, but he had. He cocked an eyebrow and glanced at you. “What do you want?” he asked.

As she turned, you were close enough to reach out and grab her by the hair. She screamed as you pulled her slightly back, so her back was against your chest, and you put the knife to her throat. “I’m getting tired of this, Dean.”

“Do I know you?” He seemed unphased.

“You should by now. What do you see in this trash?” You looked at her. “Boobs are fake. Lips are fake. Her moans are fake.” He cocked an eyebrow at her and she shook her head with vigor and cried. “Oh don’t lie, honey. No one sounds like that with just penetration. Don’t stroke his fucking ego.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maybe I’m just that good?”

“No one is that good.” Your eyes went to him again. “Now, Dean. Answer me this. Who does a girl gotta kill to get your attention around here?”

“You?” He shifted to sit up a bit more, her body moving with him since he was still inside her. “You’re the one killing people? No fucking way.” He shook his head with a laugh. “Sweet looking thing like you? Never. You don’t got it in you-”

Before he was even done saying it, you sliced her throat and shoved her aside.

“Okay, I stand corrected…” He nodded. You wiped off the knife on your thigh, seeing as it had been warm enough for shorts. “What now?” He watched you with interest, now.

“Now? Now I think I kill you.” Your eyes met his, and he laughed.

“You can try, sweetheart, but I don’t think it’ll work.”

“I don’t know, I’m getting pretty good at it.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“I’ve always been good at it.” He pulled out a knife, all bone and teeth?

“I knew there was something different about you..” You eyes ran over him, knuckles gripping the knife tight, his body naked and splattered with her blood, his eyes shining like this was the most exciting day of his life.

“You have no fucking idea.”  He grabbed you by the back of your neck, and pulled your close. For a split second, you thought he’d kiss you but instead, his knife pressed against your carotid artery. “You gonna kill me or what?” He asked, his lips inches from yours.

“Thinking about it.” You breathed out, eyes never leaving his.

His lips curved up into a smile. “Oh, I think I like you. Feisty little thing. You don’t back down, huh?”

“Not anymore. Never again.” He nodded, and you decided, fuck him and fuck his knife. Pushing against the blade, and feeling the sting of the nick it left behind, you pressed your lips to his.

He chuckled against your lips. “Oh yeah, I fucking like you.” He groaned, tossing his knife aside on the bed and grabbing hold of you. You yelped and then laughed as he lifted you with ease, and tossed you on the bed next to him. Your body right beside hers, neither of you caring about the blood pouring out of her and leaking down onto the floor.

He pulled off your shorts, tossing them aside, panties gone with them, and started tugging on your shirt as you kicked off your shoes.

No prep, no sweet words, none of it was needed, he was rock hard and you were aching. He got between your legs, lined up and slid right in. “Son of a bitch.” He muttered before pulling back, and thrusting forward again.

Try as you might to hold back, with every thrust it got harder to stay quiet. Soon, moans and grunts were filling the room. He was fucking into you so hard, you were moving up the bed. Your hands tried to grab purchase on the sheets, but because of the blood, your fingers kept slipping. So you gave up and grabbed hold of him. Nails raking into his shoulders and biceps, and bloody hand prints being left behind. “Fuck, that’s hot..” You whined.

“Yeah? You like a little blood play, sweetheart?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded. Nothing like this had ever interested you before, but this, right here, with him.. His hand went down into a pool of blood, and then he ran it over your stomach. His thumb found your clit, and you arched your back as he put pressure and rubbed the warm liquid into your swollen nub. “Fuck, that is hot.” He agreed.

You were shaking under him, your thighs squeezing him tight and shaking, your hips trying to move as much as you could to meet his thrusts, your breath coming out in spurts and gasps. You were close, fuck you were close.

“I told you, I’m just that good.” He gave you a cocky grin. “Now scream for me and cum.”

His lips pressed to yours, then he started biting and sucking down your neck and to your chest. Leaving marks anywhere and everywhere he felt like it. “Oh shit..” You whined, body reacting to his every movement.

He was thrusting harder, faster, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your breast, and then you screamed, your whole body tensing under him for a moment before you shook and bucked. No one had ever made you cum like that before, no one.

“Good girl.” He praised with a smile. His hand left your clit, and he sat back on his knees, enjoying the view of your body, naked and smeared with blood underneath him. He gave it his all, pounding into you, his short nails digging into your skin as he fucked you with reckless abandon. Then he stopped, pulled out, and came, ropes of cum shooting over your lower abdomen and clit.

You were panting, watching how he seemed to focus on that, his cum mixing with her blood on your body. “Finally noticing me, huh?”

“I think you should have started with trying to kill me, sweetheart. We could have had fun together this whole time.”

“I was actually going to kill your buddy.” You smiled and he laughed, dropping onto the bed next to you.

“Yeah, most days I want to kill him too.”

“Should probably get out of here.” He looked over at you. “She’s dead. And the bartender downstairs is kinda dead…”

“You don’t fuck around, do you?”

You smiled and shook your head as you heard someone ranting outside the door. “My bed, again in my bed, I bloody swear-” The door opened and his friend froze. “What the bloody hell did you do now, Dean.”

“That’s my bad.” You smiled. “I got tired of waiting for my turn.” Dean laughed at that and got up.

“Oh, haha, this is a bloody joke to you?” He growled at Dean. “Look at this mess!”

“Then clean it.” Dean didn’t look up as he headed for the bathroom.

“Clean it? Oh am I your bloody maid now?” Crowley followed. “What about her? Do I ‘clean up’ that too?”

“You can try, but she might kill you.” You heard water turn on.

“You know damn well she can’t.”

“She’s the one who’s been killing everyone I’ve come in contact with for the last 2 months. Maybe I’ve already told her about the arsenal of weapons in my trunk.” Crowley turned and you grinned at him. “If she wants you dead, Crowley, she’ll find a fucking way to make it happen.”

“Or die trying.” You said happily, sitting up.

“Promises.” He growled out before turning back to Dean. “So what about her then, huh?”

“She’s coming with us. Don’t fucking give me that look, she’s fun. I like her.”

“He likes me.” You got up and moved closer, putting a hand to Crowley’s chest, which he glared down at since your hand was covered in blood. “You can like me too, if you want?”

The shower turned on, and Dean laughed. “See? Fun. Get in here, sweetheart. Let me fuck all that blood off of you.” You gave Crowley a wink before joining Dean in the shower.

“Bloody hell.” He groaned.

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