Intrigue
In the quiet darkness of the night, the flutter of wings jerked Dean from his sleep. The noise had now become something like a quiet alarm clock. He almost always listened for it, hoping to hear the approach of , however, as he rolled over to greet his angel, there was not Castiel, but Blathazar standing there. Balthazar was leaned all too casually against the far wall of the motel room, his face cast into shadow, but his strong form was impossible to mistake for anyone else. Dean jumped up from the bed and reached toward his gun on the nightstand, but when his ears were met with Blathazar's taunting laugh, Dean realized that it was pointless. His gun was useless against the angel.
Balthazar crooked his finger at Dean, summoning him away from the beds, hoping to not wake the younger Winchester just yet. Dean narrowed his eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously. With cautious steps, he closed the distance between himself and Blathazar, who watched with a shadowy gaze. Dean didn't trust this angel, and he was silently praying that Castiel would show up and get him out of here, but at the same time, he was curious to see what the angel was up to now. Balthazar seemed calm, cool, and collected, despite having Raphael on his feathery ass. Dean stopped when he was a few feet away from the angel, not wanting to get within arms reach, however, Balthazar closed the distance, coming up and grabbing Dean by his shoulders. Dean tried to moved away, panic shooting through him as he realized that he was frozen in place. He just couldn't move. Dean looked up nervously at Balthazar, who leaned in by his ear.
"I know what you and Cassie do in the dark Dean… And I must admit, I'm both jealous… And intrigued… What could he possibly see in you…?" Balthazar whispered in a somewhat husky whisper. Dean would have shivered if he could have possibly moved at all. Balthazar was exerting power over him and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. "I'm going to figure it out soon enough Dean… Just you wait…"