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Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from. This one's a lot of firsts for me, it's my first slash fic, first outsider/first person POV, first Spn fic ever... I'd love to know what you guys think.
“Well, well, well. Dean Winchester,” I purred at the hunter in front of me. “Never thought I’d see you again.”
He frowned at me, that pretty face a mask of confusion. I could practically see him going through his catalogue of one-nighters trying to place my face. My lips curved into an amused smirk.
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember me,” I pouted, looking up at him through my lashes. “We had so much fun in Nebraska. At least, until your friend sent me back to Hell.”
I let him see the real me then, in the eyes of my host. The eyes are the windows to the soul, after all, and mine is black as pitch. I saw the spark of recognition in those green eyes of his a split-second later. Never let it be said that Dean Winchester isn’t smart. Too many of my fellow demons have made that mistake and look at what happened to them.
“Lust,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent sparks through my borrowed body and a shiver down my spine. I smiled at him.
“You do remember. Good. A girl hates to have not made a lasting impression.”
“Give me one good reason not to waste you right now.”
I took my time answering him, choosing instead to circle him, admiring the play of muscle under his tight black T-shirt and dryer shrunken jeans. I licked my lips. Thank you, Maytag.
“With what, exactly?” I finally asked as I came ‘round in front of him again. “The Colt that’s floating around the Middle East right now or Ruby’s knife, that’s across town in little brother’s pocket?”
He glared at me, a look in his eyes that made me shiver for a different reason. Alastair had been one scary son of a bitch, even by demon standards. That he saw fit to take this man under his proverbial wing during the hunter’s time in the Pit told me more about Dean than even he probably knew himself. It also told me that now I had to go through with my plan. It was nothing too fancy. Not like Lilith trying to raise the Big Boss, but impressive nonetheless. Not to mention something I really wanted to see.
He was tensed when I refocused on him, reaching into his pocket for what was probably holy water, but I didn’t let him get that far. I shot my hand out and grabbed his wrist, shoving my power into his body before he could blink. I held on for a full minute, giving him as much juice as I could, far more than I’d usually use but better overkill than under. The last time I’d underestimated Dean’s strength I’d wound up with a face full of holy H2O and a ticket back to the hot box, and he wasn’t Heaven-touched then. I was taking no chances. Once I was certain I had him I leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“He’s yours, you know? Has been from day one, and isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, Dean? Someone to be just yours?”
I could feel the suggestion taking hold and took a step back as he nodded.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I could see the instant Dean Winchester’s infamous single-minded determination focused on one person and took the opportunity to relocate myself out of sight. I was positive he was completely under but why tempt fate?
She’s a fickle bitch.
Trust me, we’ve met.
Dean took off down the street, focused solely on the object of his desire. I trailed behind him, keeping out of sight, ‘cause there was no way in the seven hells that I was missing this. In all honesty, my plan could have gone in two different directions, not that I really cared which ‘cause either one would end up in pretty much the same place. It was all up to Dean to choose which road to travel.
One road led to Sam, the not-so-sweet-and-innocent baby brother, Dean’s reason for living, his reason for dying… not to mention that the kid’s probably hung like a horse. I made a mental note to ask Ruby if we ever ran into each other.
Now, while inappropriate feelings for one’s own family members are buckets of fun, at least for me, something even better lay down road number two, the road that Dean was traveling down at a near dead run, and I couldn’t be happier. While leading an already dark soul even further from the light is all in a days’ work, corrupting the innocent is what we demons live for, and really, who’s more innocent than an Angel of the Lord?