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Demons Gone Wild
Chapter 1
All this and Love Too?
From the Scene In Episode 10.3 "Soul Survivor": Sam and Dean discuss Dean's possible death as a demon: "I might possibly deserve it, Sammy. You don't know what I've done."
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Deamon was waiting in the alley behind the stripper bar for his pole dancer. There were a lot of other places to be and adventures to be had but this girl had gotten in the way of his fun. That couldn't be allowed. The world needed to know that it couldn't stand in The Deamon's way anymore. No stripper or bouncer or even a King of Hell could deny him whatever he wanted now.
He stepped into the shadows when the back door opened and various women flowed out into the alley. Generally in groups of at least two or more, these girls were wise to the ways of the world. No one walked alone. Deamon smiled.
Even if Miss Red White and Blue came out with a friend it would just mean more fun for Deamon. His arm flared, the glow of the mark getting ready to be fed showed through the shadows. Deamon clamped down and hid the flickering beast.
Finally Miss RWB appeared and she did have a friend; a busty blonde who had been his waitress that night. He had considered her but she didn't piss him off. She had done her job and brought him his drinks quickly and quietly. She had been careful not to distract him from his chosen brunette who wrapping herself around the pole.
As the two girls walked away, their heels tapping out a rhythm he glided out of the shadows ghosting up behind them.
"Good evening ladies," he hummed and when they jumped in surprise he held out the ten dollar bill he had tried to get Miss RWB to pick up inside the club. "I think this belongs to you."
"You're that guy who beat the shit out of Ronnie in the club," the blonde squeak out. "Get away from us."
"Now, is that anyway to treat an admirer?" he smiled, the honey sweet , smooth voice of Dean Winchester wrapping its way around them and hitting all the right notes. "I'd love to make it up to you both. Would you like a drink in a real bar?"
The smile, the soft words and, above all, his beautiful face now adorned with clear green eyes convinced both women that a drink wouldn't hurt. It only took him a couple of minutes to get the brunette in the front seat of the Impala with her side kick stashed in the back. He drove to an upscale bar that was firmly in Crowley's pocket. Even with two strippers on his arms no one dared get in Deamon's way. They were all well aware of the consequences.
The bartender fed them the drinks in an unbroken wave and even though they both knew better the two women went with him to a 'private room' where, he assured them, they would be so much more comfortable.
He lay back on the huge, soft pillows, glorying in the wonderful feeling of the two women working in tandem to get him naked as soon as possible. Spread out in all his beauty he was theirs to do with as they wished. Hands went everywhere and the blonde worked him over very nicely. Her lips and tongue laved at this face, neck and ears as she playfully held down his arms, pretending to hold him prisoner. He allowed it as he was concentrating on what Miss RWB was doing between his legs.
Her tongue went circling around his sack and she sucked on each ball firmly, making it squirm and tighten. When she dropped the second one back into position and used her tongue to trace up to the root of his cock he arched and moaned, trying to get her to speed it up. Miss RWB swallowed his cock as Blondie went after his nipples.
Blonde changed positions and went up high on the pillow, pulling his head up to rest between her legs, lifting it up so that he could watched as Miss RWB mounted up. The brunette braced her hands on his stomach and slid right down his pole and began dancing. He pulled loose a hand from blondie's weak grip and reached for the blade buried under one of the pillows.
Miss RWB was pounding away, while he could feel Blondie's fingers buried in her own juices. He was climbing up to his climax and so were they. At the height of everyone's climax he pulled out the blade. As he exploded inside the brunette he sliced her throat and let her blood pour down, mimicking his own release. He thought of it as letting her come all over him.
Blondie was screaming and he reached up and pulled her head down, taking her mouth in a bloody kiss. He cut her heart from her chest and let her blood mingle with that of her friend. The Deamon lay back, awash in the blood of innocents. His Mark flared high as he lay in the blood soaked pillows staring up at the ceiling fed and entirely content.