I eyed myself appraisingly in the mirror. My usual french braid had been replaced by pokerstraight ginger hair down to my curvy waist. The usual rock band t-shirt replaced by a lose black crop top to show off my hourglass figure covered with a leather jacket. Usual worn faded jeans replaced with low riding black skinny jeans with rips up the legs. Converse replaced with black platform stilettos with a chain as an ankle clasp. I slowly painted on a deep purple lipstick to match the smokey eye that was making my very blue eyes shine. I placed a hand on the curve of my waist and popped a hip while i smirked at myself. I would get you at your weakness Dean Winchester, a hot drunk girl in a bar. Grabbing my car keys from the motel table I made my way to the bar the Winchester would surely make his way to sooner or later.
I watched from the comfort of my car as Dean got out of his impela shortly followed by a much taller, built man. My eyes knitted together in confusion. I thought Dean was hunting alone? It was only him when he murdered my coven 7 years ago and last time i seen him. I was 16 years old and my mother had finally told me what i was, why i could control all these things. The women in the coven had nurtured and helped me learn to control my powers, taught me spells, introduce me to different demons who would become good friends and assets of mine over the next seven years. Now, at 23 years old I finally tracked him down, made a deal with a few demons, learned a few spells and was very much ready to get my revenge. Dean fucking Winchester. He came in and slaughtered my mother and my coven.. my family. I blinked back my tears and took a deep breath to compose myself. Time to make an entrance.
I opened up the door to the bar and quickly spotted the gigantor of a companion Dean was keeping with him and near gigantor was Dean chatting up some skanky blond who was far to drunk to function. I slowly walked towards the boys, my hips swaying with every step, heels clicking loudly with each step which got the attention of Dean. His eyes slowly took in my legs, waist and boobs before they rested on my face. I gifted the Winchester with a sweet smile and placed myself between him and the skanky blond. Gently leaning against the bar I positioned myself so Dean could get an eyeful of my ass. I glared at the skanky blond and twitched my nose. I watched as her drunken eyes glazed over and she just turned and walked away, placing herself on a stool far away from me and Dean. I watched with a smirk as I pulled my power back and she looked back at me and Dean with confusion and anger written all over her face.
"What can I get ya' darling?" The bartender asked, disrupting me from my gloating at the skank.
"A beer. Oh, and two shots for me and my friend here." I said and slowly turned to Dean twisting my lips into a little smile and fluttering my eyelashes at him. The bartender huffed and went to get our drinks. Dean eyed me and took a swig out of his bottle before smiling what i assume is his best 'lady killer' smile. He took my hand in his and kissed it lightly.
"Tony, Tony Stark." I bit the inside of my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Did he really just pretend to be iron man?
"Hi Tony, I'm Lexi." I smiled. The bartender placed our shots and my drink down and I quickly took mine to numb the disgust of being so close to this man. Dean downed his and started rambling things that were supposed to impress me and talk me into bed with him. As I ohhh'd and ahhhh'd I eyed up the gigantor. He had longish brown hair that covered his face and deep hazel eyes. I watched as he sipped his bottle of water. Must be the designated driver for the night. He emitted an aura of gentleness and kindness, he was the kind of person I would trust ,were he not hanging around with Iron Man here. As the long, painful night went on I caught him rolling his eyes and Deans attempt to get into my pants. I did feel bad for the gigantor but I had a job to do.
Focusing my attention back to Dean, i didnt even need my powers to get him to come back to my hotel room. I leaned in close to Dean and gently kissed the side of his neck and murmured the name of my motel and the room number and that I'd meet him there. As I turned to leave the bar I found my gaze back on gigantor and was surprised to see him staring at me as I left.
While I drove back to the motel I mentally prepared myself for what was to come. I knew once I had passed on Deans soul and disposed of his body I would have to lay low. I didnt know what I would do with gigantor, i wont kill him. Wipe his memory maybe... But I would decide that once Dean Winchester was dead.