Hey everyone! This chapter is just a starter chapter, like a Preface. Reviews are loved and I hope that you enjoy it my gorgeous readers!
The girls grind against each other, music thumping in Dean's ears. The pole was recently abandoned but the girls start making their way back over, their thin stiletto heels clicking loudly above the music. Dean smiles as the girls swing around the pole, their bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. One of the girls, dressed in nothing but thin, blood red lace, slinks over to Dean and mounts him, her legs reaching either side of Dean's. He smiles up at her as she sits back on his thighs. She licks her red lips while staring at his. Her hand reaches up and pulls through his hair, roughly, wildly. Just how he likes it. The music carries on pounding in the background, overpowering any other sound apart from the other girls' heels clicking.
A scream penetrates Dean's concentration. Immediately, he raises his head, disconnecting his lips from the girls. With his hunter instincts he whipped his head towards the noise.
In the corner of the room, a girl lays screaming. Her arms are pulled and secured above her head, blood dripping from her hands and the cuts on her arms. Her face is red with her life-supply, the sticky blood oozing from several cuts and long gashes that litter her face. The biggest one runs from her left temple down her jawbone and along her chin and it seeps the blood. Dean tries to move but the girl straddling him forces him against the coach with inhuman strength.
The wounded girl in the corner screams again, her back arching as another gash appears on her chest, diseasing the white dress with blood. There is no monster in sight. She sobs as the gash flows blood.
Dean struggles against the girl on top of him, pushing against her but she just smiles down at him, her blood red lips mirroring the blood draining from the screaming girl.
The girl looks directly into Dean's eyes, panic and agony relayed there. She screams his name.
Dean strains against the weight on top of him, desperate to help the girl from her pain. He grunts as the girl above him doesn't move.
Dean's eyes flash back to the girl on the floor, chained arms above her, his eyes full of apologetic despair.
She shrieks one more time, a blood-curdling screech.
In the pain clearly portrayed on her face, Dean notices her powerful, white wings that expand dramatically from her. As she shrieks, her wings curl in pain, the white feathers being dyed red from her blood.
I am not sure where this is going but there might be some Destiel later on and maybe some Sam/OC. Im not sure where this is going so any suggestions is AMAZING!
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