Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. I do own Smythe Harlan.
Then
Chandler, Indiana
2003
"There's no sign of her," Dean said to the brunette standing in front of him.
He was seated on the dusty bed in the motel room that the two had been sharing for the last week and a half. Normally Dean worked alone, especially if the only other option presented was working with the opposite sex, but something had drawn him in about the woman, and he had decided it better that they pool their resources. Now he found himself a little disappointed that it was over. She made a good partner - even if she was a girl.
"Something about this doesn't feel finished," she responded cautiously. "I feel like this isn't over."
"We stuck around three extra nights, Smythe." Dean rose to his feet after tying his left boot, and then reached back onto the bed to grab his jacket. "She's gone. And if I'm not mistaken, and I'm not," he started with a smirk, "you owe me a beer and a dance."
She melted in spite of herself. She hadn't been warm to the thought of working with him either, but he had proven his worth to her. And he certainly wasn't the worst looking hunter she had ever teamed up with.
He pulled the motel key out of his jacket pocket and the two headed out for the local dive.
Now
Lincoln, Nebraska
Present Day
He decided against his better judgment to bring her home. He had been overwhelmed by her beauty at the bar, and when she approached him, he found himself powerless to resist. She had been the one to make the suggestion to return to his one-bedroom apartment.
Upon entering, he dropped his keys onto the table by the door and she attacked him. After he shut the door, she shoved him into it and began to ravish him, pulling him into deep kisses. She began to kiss his neck, giving him a chance to take a breath.
"You sure don't waste time, do you?" he asked almost breathlessly.
"I know what I want and I don't make apologies for it," she answered between love bites. "I'm not a slut or anything; I'm just...Really into you."
"I wouldn't dare suggest that you..."
She kissed him once more and he lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Lips still locked, he carried her into the bedroom for a night he'd never forget.
She did things he didn't even think were possible, and when the lovemaking was done, he found himself completely drained of both breath and energy. She lay next to him smiling when he turned to look at her.
"That was pretty…" he struggled for breath, "…intense. Where'd you learn to do all that?"
"I read a lot of manuals," she answered, smirking and climbing back on top of him. As she leaned down to kiss him once more, he let out a small groan and pushed her back a bit.
"To be honest, Sweetheart, I think I've hit my limit for tonight. You're a wildcat, you know that?"
"Don't worry; I'll do all the work."
With that, she kissed him deeply. A few seconds in, he began to struggle beneath her, fighting to push her off, but to no avail. She was stronger - much stronger, and as his struggling subsided, she drew his last breath, and then pulled back from the kiss, leaving the white, terrified face of a lifeless corpse in her wake.