The music is loud, loud enough that it feels like the whole bar is rocking with it, but most of the patrons are too drunk or too stoned to notice. Dean and Crowley had rolled in about an hour ago, the two sitting in a back, corner booth knocking back whiskey like it was going out style as they watch the drunken pairings dance together on the floor. Grinding and touching, almost having sex while others continue to party around them.
The music and the obnoxious people on the floor made it impossible to flag down the bartender for another round. Aggravated, Dean grabs up the glasses and marches through the crowd toward the bar. People moved out of his way, almost on instinct, able to feel that he was something different, something dangerous. When he made it to the bar, he slammed the glasses down next to a woman sipping on her own glass. She turned slightly, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him as he gruffly addressed the bartender for another drink. As the bartender scrambled away Dean finally noticed the woman next to him. He took a second to look her over before addressing her. Dark brown hair, dark midnight blue eyes, black leather jacket covering a dark red tight fitted shirt, and black skinny jeans that showed off just how long her legs really were.
"See something you like, sweetheart?" Dean smirked. The woman smirked back before taking another sip from her drink.
"You could say that, but what I was really thinking about was if I should kill you for slamming that glass down so hard you spilled the rest of your drink on me." Dean looked slightly curious as he glanced down to find that her hand was covered in the whiskey that had been left in the bottom of the glass before his smile returned.
"That's a little extreme don't you think?" The woman raised her eyebrow again before fully turning to face Dean. She leaned in close, close enough that her scarlet colored lips were only centimeters away from his as she gave him a leisurely smug smile.
"Like how you slammed that drunk into the wall on your way in here, after bumping into you when he stumbled?" Dean chuckled as he let his eyes run over the rest of her face. She was hot, not in his usual 'drunk bimbo I'm taking back to the room for a one night stand' hot, but in a 'dark, seductive, slightly dangerous' kind of hot. She already had him wanting to leave before he had even gotten his drinks and they hadn't even shared names.
"Touché." The woman's smile turned pleased as she pulled away a little.
"I'm Dean." He held out his hand for her, but she barely gave it a glance before returning to her drink.
"I know." She said as the bartender set down Dean's drinks on the bar in front of him. She motioned for the bartender as she pulled some bills out of her pocket, standing up to leave.
"You're not going to give me your name?" Dean asked a little irked at the woman's blasé behavior. The woman just smiled again before she stepped up to Dean, becoming intimately close as she spoke.
"Friday's are karaoke night. I imagine I'll see you tomorrow, Dean." Before Dean could think of something to say she was gone, people moving out of her way just as quickly as they had for him earlier as she disappeared into the crowd. Dean could feel the throb of his disappointment as he picked up his drinks from the bar and headed back to the corner booth he had been sitting in before. When he returned Crowley took his drink and failed to use it to hide his smirk.
"What are you smiling about?" Dean growled as he took a swig.
"Oh nothing." Crowley chuckled as he took a drink from his own glass.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Dean grumbled as he turned to look back toward the door the woman had surely disappeared through.
"It's not often you can't charm their pants off." Crowley mused, making Dean's gaze flash to his with a spine chilling glare that made Crowley hesitate a little before continuing.
"Did you at least get her name. I could track her down." Crowley suggested.
"No." Dean said, shutting down the conversation. Crowley worked harder to conceal his grin, fearing pissing off Dean anymore, but not able to ignore his amusement that a human girl had been able to creep so deep under Dean's skin when he normally seemed so unshakable.
The next evening Dean and Crowley arrived back at the bar. Karaoke seemed to be a big deal. The parking lot was overflowing with cars and the smell of booze was heavily prevalent, more so than the night before. There must have been a hundred people packed into that small bar, but there was only one that Dean was looking for. His eyes roamed the crowd looking for the dark hair and midnight eyes that captured his attention yesterday.
He must have searched the crowd a dozen times before he came to the conclusion that she wasn't there. He and Crowley went back to the booth at the far end of the bar after ordering their drinks and watched as moron after moron went on the little stage to drunkenly sing one song or another. After plying Crowley with enough booze to float a ship, Dean convinced him to go up, chuckling as the King of Hell belted out 'Highway to Hell' with only a slight slur to his words.
They sat in the back for a couple hours, Dean's eyes constantly roaming the room, still searching. It was just before midnight when Dean came to terms with the fact she probably wasn't coming and had merely played with his head the night before. He angrily got up from the booth and returned to the bar for another round, but before he could get his drink his eyes caught sight of something red.
He turned from the bar and watched in surprise as his dark haired beauty stepped up onto the little stage, grabbing the mic from the last singer who was stumbling off. His eyes were glued to her as he took in everything about her. She had pulled back her hair with a red ribbon, she lacked the leather jacket from the night before, but she wore a similar tight fitted shirt, this time in black, the black skinny jeans replaced with dark washed blue, the bottoms tucked into black combat boots.
He didn't even notice when the bartender had placed his drinks on the bar behind him. He was entranced as he listened to her sing. Her voice was soft but certain with a throatiness that kept it from being high pitched. It would have seemed angelic if the words hadn't been alluding to the devil inside her.
You can't trust a cold blooded man
Girl, don't believe in his lies
Can't trust a cold blooded man
He'll love you and leave you alive
There's one thing you must understand
You can't trust a cold blooded man
Can't trust a cold blooded woman
Boy, don't you lie in her bed
You can't trust a cold blooded woman
She'll love you and leave you for dead
There's one thing you must understand
You can't trust a cold blooded woman
And all the times I stayed and wonder why, are to blame, oh
And all the times that I'm reminded by, I'm ashamed, oh yeah
You can't trust a cold blooded lover
You can't trust a cold blooded slave
You can't trust a cold blooded other
In the end they'll just drive you insane
There's one thing you must understand
Can't trust a cold blooded
Can't trust a cold blooded
Man
Dean ignored his drink still sitting at the bar and moved to the edge of the stage. Watching as she came down and followed her back to a table not that far from his own. When she slid into the booth, Dean quickly slid into the one across from her. Annoyingly, she didn't seem at all surprised to see him.
"So, is that a promise or a threat?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"What do you want it to be?" She asked with a smile as she picked up her drink.
"Which gets me your name?" She chuckled as she set her drink back down to the side before leaning over the table a little so she was looking Dean straight in the eye.
"Persistent aren't we? I would say the promise will get you what you want." Dean grinned.
"I'm willing to take part in that promise." He leaned over the table, leaning close enough that their noses were only an inch apart. She smiled and her eyes dipped from his to look at his lips before she leaned back. She grabbed her jacket that had been laying in the booth. She dropped a couple bills onto the table before standing.
"Lead the way." She all but purred and Dean was quick to follow her movements. He took a hold of her elbow and steered her through the crowd toward the door. He spotted Crowley as he walked past their booth, winking with a grin as Crowley just shook his head. Dean opened the door to the Impala's passenger seat, allowing her to slid in before he moved around and slipped into the driver's side. He drove them back to the motel room he and Crowley had checked into the day before.
She met him at the front of the car, smiling before she leaned up to leave a soft lingering kiss on his lips that left him wanting more. His hands roamed her sides before coming up, grasping at her upper arms, pushing her back toward the room till her back was flush against the door, he moved his lips down the column of her throat as he fought with his pocket to retrieve the key and unlock the door. She broke away as the door opened, pulling her jacket off to drape over the little desk chair, followed quickly by her tight black shirt to reveal a black lace bra that made him ache for her more. He moved quickly to keep up to her as he moved toward the bed, stripping away his own shirts and kicking off his boots.
The lingering looks that had started their adventure quickly turned into heated chaste kisses that didn't stay anywhere long. Pulling them both closer as they fought for what they both wanted. It wasn't long before both were passed out on the bed satisfied with the evening's concluding performance.
She stirred a few hours later, a small smile gracing her face as she glanced over at Dean who was still sleeping next to her. She quietly slipped out of the bed, pulling on her clothes as she found them strewn across the room. When she got to her jacket she pulled out the little surprise she kept in the interior pocket.
She turned as she heard Dean waking, his soft snores stopping with a snort. She watched as he felt at the other side of the mattress, only to find it empty, he sat up, eyes still blurry from sleep, but spotted her standing by the door.
"I thought choosing the promise got me the pleasure of knowing your name?" Dean asked as he pushed himself up against the headboard. She smiled as she took a step closer, bringing her to the edge of the bed.
"Oh, it does. You can call me Angelisa." Dean smirked, but it turned into a scowl as Angelisa revealed the small gun she had been concealing.
"Good-bye, Dean." The bang from the gun would be enough to startle most of the motel awake if it hadn't been located in such a bad part of town. Angelisa quickly retreated from the room, wrapping the gun in a cloth before tucking it back into her jacket.
Angelisa had retreated too quickly, not paying attention to the fact Dean was still breathing, his heart still beating and that the bullet had failed to kill him or even make him slump with pain. Dean growled as he pulled himself from the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans. The bullet had gone straight through his chest, the wound already closing as Dean grabbed himself a drink and flopped back down on the bed to wait for Crowley. It was a couple hours and the sun was beginning to rise when Crowley strolled into the motel room. He faltered in his stride when his eyes locked on Dean sitting on the bed alone with a drink in his hand.
"Would've thought you'd be happier this morning after scoring some last night." Crowley commented.
"It was all fine and dandy till she pulled a gun." Dean waved a hand toward the hole in the wall, still covered in his blood with the bullet lodged deep inside the wood paneling. Crowley smirked as he looked at the wall before he glanced back at Dean who was glaring at him.
"What could possibly be so funny about my getting shot, Crowley?" Dean growled as he stood from the bed walking to the mini-fridge to get another drink.
"Are you kidding? Everything about this is funny. Dean Winchester, the most volatile guy still standing, managed to find an equally violent woman who shoots him before the night is out? That's priceless and I have to admit, a great policy. No awkward morning afters if you just kill the one night stand before dawn." Dean sneered at Crowley as he moved back toward the bed, stooping down to grab the bag from beneath it and retrieved a tee shirt and button up.
"Did you get a name at least?" Crowley asked. Dean rolled his eyes as he picked up the bag, throwing it over his shoulder.
"She called herself Angelisa." Crowley hummed as he thought.
"I think I've heard of her. Though I think my contact called her Rosaline." He mused. Dean raised an eyebrow at that.
"You've heard of her? How could you have heard of her if she's going by a totally different name? Plus, she's human."
"So were you. So is your brother, but I'd known about the two of you long before you ever heard of me. And having gone through your stash of fake ID's I would expect you to understand the use of an alias."
"Well now she's pissed me off. It's time to move on." Dean marched out the door, Crowley not far behind.
They drove a couple hours, bringing them a couple towns over where they checked into another run down motel. The next bar wasn't much different from the last, too loud music, a couple day drinkers sitting at the bar while a few guys stood around the pool tables. Crowley ordered up a couple drinks while Dean queued up the balls and lined up the cue ball.
Hours passed producing one dead boozer, five games of pool and a large number of empty glasses scattered around the table. The bar was filling up as the sun went down. Another karaoke night, ironically enough, and the bad singing being performed by various drunken patrons was setting Dean's teeth on edge till he heard a familiar voice start the next song. Dean scratched as he tried to make his shot, his head snapping up to look at the woman singing from across the bar. Dean's eyes flashed black, startling Crowley. He quickly followed Deans's line of sight to the karaoke stage. He didn't know whether to be amused or worried as he recognize the body across the room.
Dean put down the pool stick, the game forgotten as he moved toward the crowd surrounding the small stage.
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
Let me open up the discussion with
I'm not impressed
With any mother fucking word I say
See I lied that I cried
When he came inside
And now I'm burning a highway to Hades
Shut the fuck up
When I'm trying to thinking
I gotta keep my concentration
Give me one more drink
And then I'll try to remember all the advice
That my good book told me
And all the lost souls say
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me, just kill me)
Or get me out of the sun
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me, just kill me)
Someone get me out of the sun
Drugs, bars, backseats of cars blowing boys
What a boring life I've led so far
Just a prime thirteen
When I rode his machine
Tried to keep my body dirty
And my eyes closed and clean
So with a wink
And a smile and a vial of meth
I took his hand
And then we walked through the shadow of death
And then I tried to remember all the advice that my teacher told me
And all the lost souls say
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me, just kill me)
Or get me out of the sun
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me, just kill me)
And get me out of the sun
Someone get me out of the sun
Someone get me out of the sun
Deep, deeper, deeper inside
Pull the wool nice and tight
So that it covers your eyes
Can't find a god, love, Jesus, father
I don't even care that much
So why do I even bother?
So let me just end how I was gonna begin
Don't waste your time waiting 'cause I'm going back in
Now if I could just remember all the advice that my mother told me
And all the
And all the lost souls say
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me, just kill me)
Or get me out of the sun
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me, just kill me)
Just get me out of the sun
(Kill me, just kill me)
Someone get me out of the sun
(Kill me, just kill me)
Someone get me out of the sun
Looking at her while up on stage as she sang, seemingly without a care in the world, you wouldn't have guessed that she had attempted to kill him that morning. She looked to be just like every other young woman in the place. Carefree and looking for a good time, though she was admittedly much easier on the eyes. Tonight had brought a black tank top underneath a loose black button up that she had left open. The red ribbon from the night before had been tied around her head to act as a headband, a black pair of jeans tucked into the same pair of combat boots. The only new addition to her outfit that Dean could tell was a gold chained necklace holding a blood red stone. The recurrence of red was now like a flashing warning sign, the color of blood that usually made you hesitate actually drew him in like a moth to the flame. The black letting her disappear and slide from others' scrutiny, while it made Dean watch her all the more closely as he once again watched her descend from the stage and move toward a table away from the crowd.
He didn't know how he hadn't noticed her before. She was sitting in plain view, almost in the middle of the room for everyone to see. Dean didn't know what to feel when it came to her. The anger from before was very much prevalent, but it didn't stop him from wanting to slam her against the wall and have his way with her like he had the night before. Dean stodically walked towards her, coming up from behind. There was no doubt she knew he was there as he leaned down to speak in her ear.
"I guess its true what they say about cold blooded woman. They'll leave for dead." Dean whispered, a shiver visibly ran down her spine, making Dean's lips twitch upward. She took a deep breath before turning in her seat to face Dean and for the first time he saw a flash of uncertainty on her face.
"You said you were willing to take part in the promise. I was just keeping up my end." This time Dean let the smirk creep onto his face as he looked at her.
"I have to admit, your not the first woman who's tried to kill me in bed. Far from the first to try to take me out and probably not the last either."
"I like it better when they stay dead." There was no smile in sight, only a small scowl that vaguely resembled a pout.
"Then you picked the wrong man, sweetheart. The best have tried, but I just keeping popping back up."
"I guess we'll have to change that." Angelisa growled a small smirk coming to her face, making Dean's grow into a cocky grin.
"You won't get the chance." He growled before lunging forward to connect his lips with hers. The rough kiss surprised her, but she didn't pull away, falling into the kiss. She moaned as his tongue ran along her bottom lip. Dean smirked before he pulled back, leaving her panting for breath.
"Definitely the most enthusiastic response I've ever had to an assassination attempt." She said breathlessly.
"I should have known you'd be different." She said, her eyes meeting his and Dean grinned.
"Why's that?" He asked intrigued.
"You ooze danger and mischief. Too much to be only human. So what are you, Mr. Rebel?" Dean cocked an eye.
"How unsanctimonious you sound. I'm a demon, sweetheart." Dean allowed his eyes to flash, his green irises turning to black before her eyes. Angelisa hummed as she watched his eyes change before changing again back to their original coloring.
"I take it that's what your friend over there is, too?" Dean smirked.
"Smart and pretty." Dean mused, taking her arm and leading her out of the bar.
"Oh the fun we can have." Dean whispered.
The following week was filled with murder, booze, sex and mischief as Crowley, Dean and Angelisa bar hopped from town to town, indulging themselves before moving on. A long line of bodies were left in their wake and not all from Dean's Mark fueled rage, Angelisa contributed her own bodies to the pile of demons and humans alike as they got in the way. She and Dean were like peas in a pod, Bonnie and Clyde on a demonic level. It amazed Crowley how such a woman could only be human. She was a gun for hire, just like her father before her and she was notorious for cashing many of his clients' tickets before the end of their ten years. They would receive their money and fame and someone would want them knocked off their pedestal. Angelisa was only a call away, with a fee and some information she was willing to take out almost anyone.
Adding Angelisa to their partnership brought an unease to Crowley. By adding Angelisa to the equation it made Dean more violent and more blood thirsty than ever before as he felt the need to show off or protect her and Crowley's value as a companion was dwindling as Dean became more and more entranced with Angelisa, the exact opposite of Colette's influence on Cain.
A part of Crowley had hoped that when Dean had found Angelisa again at that bar that she would have a calming effect, ease the desire for blood shed and tamper Dean's rage by giving it another outlet, but she seemed to be added fuel for the fire. She craved the blood and the violence as much as Dean did, having no intention of trying to turn Dean away from what they both enjoyed. Crowley realized he was running out of time and options.
It was almost a relief when Crowley received a phone call from Sam, letting Crowley know he was hot on their trail and angrier than ever. Crowley wasn't sure who to place his bets on. Dean with the Mark of Cain with his aggressive demeanor and new found infatuation, or his brother who wanted him back no matter how hard or for how long he had to fight to get him. It would definitely be interesting to see what would happen when Sam finally caught up, when he found out about Angelisa. Very interesting indeed.
The bar was filling up, still too early for most people to be out of work. Dean sat next to Crowley at the bar with Angelisa on the other side. Dean looked far from happy as he looked at Crowley, dumbfounded. Angelisa was watching calmly, her expression unreadable as she watched the two men.
"You sent those demons to kill me?" Dean deadpanned.
"To keep you sharp?" Crowley corrected, cringing despite trying to act unapologetic.
"Really?" Dean asked, tilting his head to look at Crowley, his expression less than impressed.
"If it wasn't for me throwing demon chum your way, what do you think would've happened? The mark needs to be sated. Otherwise-"
"Otherwise, I turn into a demon. Yeah, yeah. I sort of got that six weeks ago." Dean rolled his eyes as he cut Crowley off, turning back to face the bar and taking a swig from the beer that had been sitting in front of him.
"Just trying to help."
"You lied." Dean stated angrily, glaring at the demon.
"Who do you think you're talking to here? Does the tin man have a sheet-metal willy? Of course I lied." Crowley scoffed making Angelisa snort a laugh into her glass. Dean cocked an eyebrow as he glanced over at Angelisa.
"What's so funny, Angel?" Angelisa rolled her eyes at him.
"He's got a point and I'd never thought about the 'tin man's willy'." Dean rolled his own eyes in response.
"Anyway..." Crowley drones on. "I needed to keep you sharp for our future, about which we need to talk."
"Our future?" Dean asked looking at Crowley incredulously.
"Our professional future. How to put this? If I have to spend one more night in this field petri-dish of broken dreams and B.O., I will cut off my own face." Dean smirked as he sat up straight.
"I don't know what you're talking about. 'Cause I'm good. Hell, I'm great."
"Really? How many suicide wings can you eat? How many one-hit wonders can you karaoke to death?" Dean took a drink before responding.
"Okay, see, the deal was we howl at the moon – no time stamp, no expiration date." Dean's smirk had turned into a merely amused expression as he took another drink from his beer.
"We've howled. We've bayed. We did something extraordinary with triplets, all of which have been massively entertaining. You found a tryst with Angelisa. I will treasure our Flickr albums forever. But now it's time for us to accept what we are and go back to work." Dean picked up his beer, looking it over as he pretended to listen and grinned as he looked over at Crowley.
"Pass."
"Think of it – the King of Hell, Dean Winchester by his side. Together we rule. Together we create the perfect hell. And all of this that's bloomed between us never ends. We're not ending the party. We're just moving the party. Out with the club circuit, in with the stadium tour." Crowley proposed though Dean seemed far from interested, only amused at Crowley's scheme.
"Oh and did I forget to mention, I spoke to moose earlier?"Angelisa leaned on the bar to look around Dean to Crowley, confused by the subject. Moose?
"What?" Dean demanded, the amused expression gone and quickly replaced by a slightly irritated one as he squinted his eyes at Crowley while he scrutinized him. Angelisa looked between Crowley and Dean, she was obviously missing something.
"Yes. Uh, apparently, he's been tracking us for some time now. He got my text from the cell of that demon that you stabbed in blah, blah, blah. It was – words were spoken – emotions. I realize, in retrospect, perhaps too many words, too many emotions." Crowley said, not seeming the least bit repentant.
"He traced the call." Dean stated gruffly, Dean gave a slight chuckle as he nodded his head to what Crowley was saying. He didn't seem angry, but he definitely wasn't happy with the new information. He almost seemed proud and resigned while remaining annoyed with what Angelisa guessed would become an inconvenience.
"My bad. I guess he'll be here by morning – at the latest." Dean threw himself up from the bar stool, knocking it over in his rage.
"You sold me out. Well, that's just lovely." Dean snarled sarcastically.
"I don't know what's going on with you. I truly don't. But I've just about had enough of it. Sold you out? Try 'doing you a favor' everything I've done for you for the past six months – the mark, the First Blade, midwifing you back to life, offering you a seat by my side – has been a favor, a gift, whether you see it or you don't. Take the night. Decide. You know where to find me." Crowley growled at Dean before he left the bar without another word. Angelisa silently watched him go while Dean buried his head in his beer.
"You ready for another day, Angel?" Dean asked, not looking up from his glass. She turned her head to look at him, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"I'm ready for anything." She replied and Dean grinned as he pulled his head up. He'd never tell Crowley, but he knew he was growing a soft spot. If Angel had been any different, he would have impaled her with the blade that night he'd found her again in that bar. Dean enjoyed the smile on her face, it wasn't dopey like so many of the girls before her and it wasn't sarcastic like the bitches that stuck their noses in the air when they walked by. She was devious and conniving, but she didn't pull anything, try to weasel her way in or out, she was beautiful, but didn't use it. Dean knew she was special and he wasn't going to let her go.
Dean's eyes flashed down to her lips, once again painted a dark red, before leaning in and planting a sure kiss on her lips. He reveled in it, the softness, the warmth, the ounce of need she poured into it that always made him smirk when they pulled away. She enjoyed this just as much as he did. He almost wished he'd met her when he was human, a soul just as tarnished as his, but she reveled in it, using it as a tool instead of shunning it and turning it into a weakness to be exploited.
"Sing a song for me, Angel." Dean nodded his head toward the empty part of the bar. Angel smiled, leaving one more kiss on his lips before she stood.
"Any requests?" She asked and he shook his head.
"Anything you want." She strolled over to the computer to pick a song, not bothering with a mic as she walked back over to Dean, this was a private performance. Angel gently slid her hand into his and pulled him toward the empty back corner as the song started. Pushing him down into a chair in the dark corner.
Been waitin' at these crossroads
Forever and a day
On a guy to buy my soul
Angelisa sang as she pressed her lips against Dean's neck. He could feel the little ironic smile she wore as she kissed her way down the column of his throat. He groaned, his eyes closing at the sensation. The irony making his lips twitch into a small smirk.
I spend all night and day
How much harder can I play
You know I gave my life to Rock n' Roll
Angel moved forward between Dean's legs where she could press her body against the length of Dean's. Chest to chest, hips to hips. As she finished the line she ground her hips into his. Dean's hands came up, grabbing at her hips, a low groan escaping his throat.
.
Here we goooo
Momma begged me please
Yes, she got down on her knees
Said 'You'll burn in that Mississippi sun'
But I'm the only one that's standing here
So Mama don't you have no fear
I'm either last or I've already won
Angel nibbled Dean's ear lobe pulling back a little as Dean's grip tightened on her hips, trying to pull her closer. He bit his lip, fighting the desire to stand from the chair and drag her to somewhere a little more private, but he didn't want to cut off her singing, didn't want to stop her from what she had started, he was enjoying it too much to stop her.
Here we goooo
Take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Won't you take me down
Standing at the crossroads
A dried up pen in hand
The conversation went like this
'Tell me your desire why you pull you pull me from the fire
And we'll seal the deal with a kiss'
Said 'I wanna raise the dead
Find a note that I can shred
On my walls I scrawl my gods
Don't care what happens when I die
As long as I'm alive
All I wanna is rock, rock, rock!'
Dean almost couldn't handle it. He was becoming desperate as she rocked her hips into his with each 'rock' using them as a cue for her actions. A high pitched whine escaped him before he attached his lips to her neck. Angel's voice becoming breathy with her own desire as his hands began to wander.
Take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Won't you take me down
Sign with the devil, sign with the devil, sign with the devil
Sign with the devil, sign with the devil, sign with the devil
Sign with the devil, sign with the devil, sign with the devil
Sign with the devil, sign with the devil, sign with the devil
Take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Won't you take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Won't you take me down?
Angel whispered the last line in his ear before licking its outer shell. Dean's eyes flashed and before she knew it Angel was being lifted off the ground, Dean wrapping her legs around his waist as he made a break for the nearest door, thankfully the empty men's bathroom. Dean pressed her back against the door roughly, his lips colliding with hers.
"I have no problems taking you down." Dean growled into the kiss making her groan before returning her lips to his.
After shutting down the bar for the night, Dean and Angelisa were driving through the rain, fully intending to enjoy the rest of the night without Crowley. They were almost back to the motel when Dean's phone started ringing in his pocket.
Dean dug the device out, taking a glance at the screen. Unable to quell her curiosity Angelisa leaned a little to her left, looking at the screen. 'Sam'. Dean held the phone, just staring at the screen for a long moment before hitting the accept button.
"I left you an open tab at the bar. Knock yourself out." Angelisa could hear a man's voice on the other end as she watched Dean's face. He seemed surprised by whatever the man had said.
"And who is this?" Dean glanced over at Angelisa as she stared at him. How could Dean not know someone who was in his contacts? The other man answered, making Dean scoff.
"On my brother's phone?" Dean had a brother? Dean had never mentioned he had a brother and neither had Crowley. She more than realized the disparity of information they had given each other, but she knew she couldn't blame him for not saying anything about his brother. She wasn't one to talk about family either.
"Is he dead?" Dean asked, seeming a little irritated, but there was a dark look that entered his eyes. Angelisa had only been afraid of Dean once, but that look was enough to send a chill down her spine and she almost felt bad for whoever was on the other end of the call. Tension kept building in his shoulders as he spoke to the man on the phone.
"And how do I know he's still alive?" There was a pause of the other end of the line, before there was a bit of struggle that could be heard and noises Angelisa recognized as pain.
"No, you listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet-up. There's no nothing – except the 100% guarantee that somewhere down the road, I will find you, and I will kill you." There was a change in the tone of the man on the phone. Without hearing his words it was easy to decipher that he was pissed at this turn of events.
"I told him to let me go. So whatever jam he's in now, that's his problem." Another pause.
"Yeah, you do that, 'cause he knows me. And he knows damn sure that if I am one thing, I am a man of my word." Dean growled into the line before hanging up and throwing the phone into the back seat. Dean glared out the windshield through the pouring rain as he continued to drive. Angelisa slid across the bench seat, her hand moving to the back of his neck, massaging a little to release the pissed off tension that formed a knot in the muscle there. Dean groaned as her lithe fingers manipulated the knot to release and rolled his neck and shoulders. There was a long stretch of silence before Dean spoke.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked."
"About what? The phone call?" Dean shook his head.
"About my brother." Angelisa shrugged, pulling back a little.
"Not my place. Besides, I haven't been forthcoming with information either." Dean smirked, pulling the car over in the middle of nowhere.
"That's exactly what I like about you Angel, nothing personal, just the need to know." Dean leaned in pressing a hot kiss to her lips to end their night the way it began.
"A strip club, Dean? Really?" Angelisa asked unimpressed as Dean lead her to a table by the stage. Dean smirked as he pulled out her chair.
"I promise I'll make it worth your while." Dean pushed in her chair and walked over to the bar to get them a couple drinks. Dean came back and a girl came out to start dancing around the pole, flaunting what her mama gave her with for Dean and Angelisa. Angelisa was completely unimpressed till Dean leaned over to start talking in her ear. Whispering how inadequate the dancer was, putting Angelisa on her own little pedestal with every word and she quickly began to enjoy their choice of entertainment. It was all well and good till Dean got a little handsy, the girl jerked away, slapping his hand.
"No touching. House rules." She admonished before sending a look to Angelisa. Angelisa cocked an eyebrow, tilting her head, she wanted to see where Dean was going with this.
"You sure about that?" Dean asked and pull out a twenty dollar bill. Angelisa pushed her chair back with a chuckle.
"Don't be cheap babe. She at least deserves a fifty." Angelisa pulled out a fifty dollar bill from her pocket, walking over to place it over the twenty he had placed on the side of the stage. Dean grinned.
"Go ahead. Pick it, up." Angelisa glanced over her shoulder flirtatiously as she walked back to the table. The dancers scoffed, looking disgustedly at the two of them.
"And we're done." She said, standing to walk away. Dean made a grab at her, making her jerk away.
"Hey, hey, hey. Song's not over, sweetheart." Angelisa saw as a big guy wearing a security shirt looked up from the bar and started walking toward them. He made the mistake of grabbing a hold of Dean's shoulder to try to pull him away.
"Time to go, Jerk." Before the man could realize what was happening Dean was rearing back and slugged the man in the face, knocking him off balance. Dean got in a couple more punches while the stripper ran towards the back screaming, Dean gave the man a kick for good measure before he grabbed up their money and downed the drinks as they walked toward the exit. Dean held the door open for Angelisa as they left, Angelisa stepped to the side as Dean followed her out only to be bumped into by a group of teenagers.
"Move, grandpa." One of the boys called rudely. Dean watched them walk away, offended by the comment. Angelisa stepped forward, placing her hand on Dean's shoulder gently.
"Didn't know mother's where letting their toddlers walk around town on their own these days." Angelisa commented as she glared at the retreating boys making Dean smirk.
"Kids. Am I right? In my day, we respected our elders. Of course, back then, anyone over 30 was ancient. Now 40 year olds are still living with mommy, lying on OkCupid, and taking pictures of their food." Dean and Angelisa snapped around to see Crowley standing a few feet away.
"What do you want, Crowley?" Dean grumbled.
"A chat. We need to talk about your… anger-management issues." Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he looked away from Crowley.
"How 'bout… no? I thought you wanted my help in running hell? Wouldn't my… anger issues… help you achieve that desired goal Mr. King of Hell?" Dean snarked making Crowley scowl while Angelisa struggled to stop a smile from appearing on her lips.
"You'd be surprised." Crowley grumbled before snapping his fingers. The three popped up in front of a bar, startling a day drinker that had been stumbling out to the parking lot.
"Shall we?" Crowley asked, motioning the two inside with an almost bowing gesture. Dean rolled his eyes but went inside, Angelisa close behind as he walked straight to the bar.
"Two shots here, two for her. And he'll have something fancy, with your tiniest umbrella." Crowley looked amused as he took a seat on the bar stool to Dean's left.
"So… How you been feeling? On edge? Pent-up? Unfulfilled?" Dean grinned amusedly while Angelisa snorted.
"Seriously, Crowley? You sound like a Viagra commercial. Can you hear yourself?" Dean gave a laugh while Crowley scowled.
"I'm not talking about… Little Dean. It's about the Mark. It changed you." Crowley turned away from Angelisa, putting his efforts back into convincing Dean. Dean's smirk remained in place as his eyes flashed black.
"I've noticed." He deadpanned before he allowed his eyes to return to normal.
"And I know that you want to keep the party going. You want to have fun, fun till daddy takes the black eyes away. The fact is… you need to kill now. Not want to, not choose to – need to." Dean just stared at Crowley while the bartender came back placing their drinks in front of them.
"Face it, darling. You're an addict. Death is your drug. And you're gonna spend the rest of your life chasing that dragon." Crowley seemed rather impressed with himself as he broke down the situation into simple terms.
"So?" Dean asked, completely unimpressed with the analogy.
"So… I'm here to facilitate." Dean quirked an eyebrow while Angelisa turned, giving Crowley her complete attention.
"You want me to kill for you." Dean stated.
"I want you to kill for us. Look… You're going to snap eventually. The anger, the blood lust is gonna build up in you until you can't take it anymore, and then… So, the question is, do you want to risk that someone being Rosaline, a civilian, or someone who has it coming?" Angelisa scowled at Crowley with the use of the name. No one called her Rosaline, she hated it. She turned back to the bar and downed her shots in quick secession.
"Like who?" Dean asked.
"Like… Mindy Morris. Caring mother.. loving wife.. cheating trollop. After her husband, Lester, discovered Mindy's liaison amoureuse, heated words were exchanged. In the end, Mindy wanted a divorce.. and 50% of everything. But Lester –" Crowley drew out.
"Lester would rather give up his soul than half his junk." Dean finished, uncaring as he downed a shot.
"We live in a very materialistic world. Mindy's gonna die one way or the other. Why not take the job – feed the beast?" Angelisa smiled as thought about it. It could be fun. Dean seemed hesitant of the idea, so she leaned over his shoulder, pushing her chest against Dean's back.
"I think it could be fun, babe. We can make it worth our while." Angelisa whispered before nipping at his ear to make her point. A shiver ran through Dean, making him grin as his eyes flashed to her before returning to Crowley.
"Fine. One-time deal." Dean downed his other shot as he stood up, Angelisa following behind. Crowley smiled as he pulled his drink closer.
"Oh, there's something else that I need to share with you." Crowley called as Dean and Angelisa started to walk away. They stopped as Dean turned back.
"What is it?" Dean demanded. Still irritated with the withholding of information that had been revealed the last few days.
"Your brother has been working very hard to find you." Crowley stated as he fiddled with the umbrella that had come in his drink.
"I know that, get to the point."
"He may have had something to do with Lester selling his soul." Crowley said with a small shrug.
"He did, did he?" Dean mused.
"Send me the address." Dean said before moving away again and pulling Angelisa with him.
It was dark. Dean and Angelisa could see Mindy through her window, Dean was eye level with the lock, working on picking it when headlights pulling up distracted the two. They turned to see a silver car in the driveway, making out only one person in the vehicle. Dean and Angelisa snuck around to come up behind the car. The guy inside was watching the house intently when Dean popped open the passenger door and slid in while Angelisa did the same in the back. The guy jumped, startled to see Dean and Angelisa.
"Hey! Hey!" He yelled.
"Let me guess – Lester?" Dean asked.
"I… Who are you?" Lester demanded. Dean smirked as he let his eyes flash black.
"Who do you think?" Dean asked.
"Whoa. Ohh!" Lester exclaimed, realization coming to his face as he looked at Dean before his eyes flashed to Angelisa in the back seat.
"Ohh." Dean mocked with a small smirk.
"What the hell are you doing here, man?" Dean asked as he looked over the dumb ass.
"Well, my contact...Yeah, he, uh - he told me that, uh, this was happening, so I just wanted to come down and make sure it gets done right." Lester used his hand to make a small chopping motion as he pointed at the house.
"Ah. 'Cause you're the expert, huh?" Dean said sarcastically as Angelisa leaned forward to talk, Lester's eyes turning to her as he saw her move.
"Listen -and this is murder 101 -when you hire someone to kill your wife, you don't want to be around when the hit goes down. It's called an alibi." Angelisa said softly, but with a small, cruel smile.
"Yeah, I know what an alibi is. I watch "Franklin & Bash". Lester defended, only to make Dean and Angelisa roll their eyes.
"Super. Listen, you sold your soul for this crap, so -" Lester cut Dean off.
"It's not crap. It's my life. And she flushed it down the toilet." To his credit Lester did seem rather broken up.
"Les... I'm gonna say something to you. I need you to really listen to me. You're a loser. Your lady in there – she's a North Dakota 8. You're a 4 1/2, Max. Now, I don't blame her for stepping out – especially if she found you were messing around first." Dean and Angelisa watched with critical eyes as Lester shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"No. Oh, no. I-I wasn't..." Dean cocked an eyebrow at Lester as he tried to defend himself from the allegation.
"Uh – How do you know?" He asked when he saw neither assassin was buying it.
"Well, you just got that, uh, pervy, "I'd do anything to nail my secretary" look." Dean snarked.
"Oh. No. T-that – it's different when guys do it."
"Really?" Angelisa asked she leaned in closer, glaring at the stupid man in front of her. Lester's eyes flashed to her, he gulped and tried scooting away as he registered the angry look she was giving him.
"Yeah. It's called "science". I wouldn't expect a woman to understand." Dean then turned an angry glare to the man.
"Oh." Dean's temper flaring. Sure he'd had his share of one night stands, but during the few short relationships that he'd had, he'd never even thought of cheating, it was a moral line even he didn't cross.
"Men aren't built for monogamy...because of evolution. We're – we're – we're programmed, you know, to -to spread our seed." Dean nodded like he was understanding what Lester said while Angelisa's temper flared to a dangerous level. Just when Angelisa was about to snap, Dean pulled back his hand back, punching Lester in the face with enough force to make his head snap back and break his nose. Blood began pouring from the moronic man's face as he brought his hands up with a cry of pain.
"Ohh! Ow!"
"Like I said – loser, with a capital 'L', rhymes with 'you suck'." Angelisa gave Lester a dark smile while he spluttered through the blood pouring from his nose.
"Yeah, well, you're just punk-ass demons! And you work for me now. So get in there and do your job, you freaks!" Dean fixed Lester with an icy glare while Angelisa leaned back in the seat with a laugh, both incredulous of the man's audacity.
"You're wrong Les, but even if you were right, what are you gonna do? You gonna watch, huh? Is that what you like to do, Lester? Watch? Well, watch this." Dean pulled out the first blade and plunged it into Lester's chest, smiling as he watched Lester gasp for breath as blood began to ooze from the wound, Lester fought for a couple seconds before he went still and he stopped breathing.
Crowley and his little minions were in a sort of meeting when Dean and Angelisa walked into the bar that Crowley had texted the address of. Crowley perked up when they walked in, more than bored of the issues that seemed to so intrigue his servants. Crowley quickly stood and moving toward them as they walked closer.
"Dean! How did it go?"
"Fine. Fine. Uh... He's dead, and you're right -I-I feel amazing." Crowley started to look concerned.
"He?" Crowley asked confused.
"Uh, Lester." Dean grinned and shrugged.
"The client? You killed the client?" Crowley's voice began to climb as he spoke. Disbelief coloring his tone and face as he looked at Dean.
"Does it matter? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche."
"Of course it matters! The deal was one dead wife for one soul. The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul. It's math." Crowley said simply.
"Well...There you go." Dean said and moved to leave. Crowley turned his attention to Angelisa.
"And where were you in all this? I thought you would be able to keep him on task. That you would understand that you kill who you're paid to kill, no more, no less." Angelisa just gave an uncaring shrug while Dean turned around with cold eyes, he looks Crowley in the eyes as he brings his hands up and shoves Crowley away from her, sending Crowley sprawling on the floor. Dean and Angelisa chuckled, the other demons unsure of what to do begin smirking till Crowley turns a glare to them, making them stop instantly.
"Is something funny?"
"No, sir." They answered.
"Good." Crowley growls as he pushes himself up from the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" Crowley asks as he brings his attention back to Dean.
"Oh, whatever I want." Dean states as he stares back at Crowley coldly.
"Really? Because I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean – what are you? A demon? If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead? Did you feel sorry for her? So maybe you're human. Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me. Why don't you do us all a great big favor and PICK A BLOODY SIDE?!"
"Or what?" Dean took a threatening step closer.
"Hmm? Go ahead. Make a move. See how it ends. I ain't your friggin' bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you. When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way." Crowley looked a little scared, but tried to hide it.
"Fine. It's over." Crowley turned to face his minions as he spoke.
"What can I say? Crazy ones - well, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material."
"Are you done?" Dean asked slightly amused, but completely unimpressed.
"We're done. You know what, Dean? It's not me. It's you." Crowley motioned to his minions and they followed him out of the bar. Angelisa snorted as the door slammed behind Crowley on his way out.
"That was the most painful break up I've ever witnessed. Didn't realize you and Crowley had such a profound connection." Dean smirked and shook his head.
"We didn't." Dean strolled over to the bar, grabbing glasses and a bottle of booze from behind. He poured them each a line of shots before putting the bottle down on the counter. Angelisa smirked before picking up her first shot and held it up in a cheers gestured.
"To freedom." Dean smirked again, raising his own glass.
"To freedom." He repeated before they both downed the first shot.
Dean and Angelisa spent the afternoon in the empty bar. A couple drinks, a couple make out sessions, a couple rounds of sex and Dean watching Angelisa dance around the little stage singing the songs she recognized on the karaoke machine. Dean had this uncomfortable feeling in his chest as he watched her, he couldn't quite name it, but he knew he couldn't fight it. He knew he shouldn't be feeling anything, that the mark had turned him into a demon and that demons didn't have feelings, he hadn't had feelings till that second night he'd spent with Angelisa.
"Oh, you'll like this one, babe." Angelisa called as she clicked on a new song. The music was a little too much pop for Dean's taste but he under stood what she was talking about when she started singing the words. Angelisa smiled flirtatiously as she moved closer to Dean.
I'm not Snow White,
but I'm lost inside this forest.
I'm not Red Riding Hood,
but I think the wolves have got me.
Don't want your stilettos!
I'm not, not Cinderella…
I don't need a knight,
so baby take off all your armor!
You be the beast,
and I'll be the beauty, beauty.
Who needs true love,
as long as you love me truly?
I want it all,
but I want ya more!
Will you wake me up boy
if I bite your poison apple?
I don't believe in fairy tales…
Dean smirked at the line. She thought she was funny with the irony in the song. Angelisa's smile got bigger as she saw Dean's reaction to the lyrics, exactly what she had wanted as he pulled her closer to him with a deep chuckle.
I don't believe in fairy tales…
I don't believe in fairy tales,
but I believe in you and me!
Take me ta' wonderland
Angelisa leaned in close to Dean ear to whisper the line. Dean chuckled before setting to work on her neck. Kissing along the column till he reached the spot under her ear that made her breath hitch every time he sucked on it.
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
Wonderland wonderland
Angelisa tugged on Dean's arm to make him stand as she started to grind herself against his body. Dean complied, standing and moving with her across the room.
When I lay my head down
to go to sleep at night…
My dreams consist of things
that'll make you wanna hide.
Don't let me in ya your tower
Show me your magic powers!
Angelisa walked backward till she felt the old piano against her back. Dean took the line as his cue and lifted her up onto the lid of the piano to catch her at a new angle, eliciting a yelp from her at the unexpected movement.
I'm not afraid to face
a little bit of danger, danger!
I want the love,
the money and the perfect ending
You want the same as I, I,
So stop pretending!
I wanna show you how
good we could be together…
I wanna love you through the night,
we'll be a sweet disaster!
Dean's hands had made their way up to Angelisa's hair and began to gently tug the satiny red ribbon that held her hair in a thick braid.
I don't believe in fairy tales…
I don't believe in fairy tales…
I don't believe in fairy tales,
but I believe in you and me!
Take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
Wonderland wonderland
Dean had turned his attention back to Angelisa's neck as she wiggled against him, she was giving up singing along with the song as Dean's knee made it's way between her legs and applied pressure exactly where she wanted it. She crossed her legs behind his back and her hands fought to find purchase in the muscles of his back that she could feel through his shirt.
I believe in you and me
I don't believe in fairy tales…
I don't believe in fairy tales…
I don't believe in fairy tales,
but I believe in you and me!
Take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta'
I believe in you and me
wonderland
Angelisa began to fight with Dean's belt when he froze, hearing the sound of the door opening behind him. He slowly reached down and grabbed hold of Angelisa's hands while slowly moving up her neck to her ear to whisper.
Take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
"Someone's here." Her mind cleared with those two words and she discretely glanced over Dean's shoulder to see a tall man with a mop of brown hair creeping into the room. Angelisa gave Dean a small nod. Dean caressed down Angel's leg to her boot where he pulled out the knife she kept hidden there.
take me ta' take me ta'
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' wonderland
take me ta' wonderland
As the song ended Dean could hear boots walking across the wooden floor. He relaxed as he recognize the familiar foot falls and set the knife down on the top of the piano, pulling himself away from Angelisa.
"Hiya, Sam."
Dean fully extracted himself from Angelisa and she sat up, adjusting her shirt. Dean turned around to face his brother with a scowl. Sam looked uncertain as he eyed his brother and the woman that was sitting behind him.
"Who winged you?" Dean asked curiously as he looked at Sam's arm held up in a sling.
"Does it matter?" Sam asked.
"Not really." Dean said with a small shake of his head.
"I told you to let me go." Dean continued as he strolled toward the bar to collect the drink and the first blade that he had left there when Angel had pulled him away.
"You know I can't do that." Sam stated before clearing his throat.
"By the way, your, uh, pal Crowley...Sold you out." Dean smirked and gave Sam a shrug.
"Sounds like him." Dean to a final swig from his glass before setting it back down on the bar.
"Dean, hold on a second. You don't have to do this. Look, we know how to cure demons. You remember that?" Cure him? Angelisa looked between Dean and his brother, his very human seeming brother. She started to panic, she didn't want to admit it, but being with Dean was more than a convenience and she didn't want his brother to take him away to be cured. Angelisa slowed reached out for the knife Dean had left on the piano, watching as the brother's continued to talk.
"Little Latin, lot of blood. It rings a bell. Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?" Dean fired off at his brother as he walked past him to where the higher end liquor was behind the counter. A weight seemed to be taken off Angelisa's chest when Dean said that. He didn't want to go back to whatever life he's had before. He didn't want to leave her.
"That was Crowley." Sam accused and Dean smirked as he shook his head.
"It really wasn't."
"Is it this girl then?" Sam asked as he pointed a finger behind himself at Angelisa who was slowly getting off the piano, the knife pushed into her back pocket.
"It doesn't matter, all right? 'Cause whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it." Sam said, spiking Angel's anger, couldn't he see that his brother didn't want that?
"Will we? 'Cause right now, I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out... with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it, and leave the girl out of it." Sam seemed startled and surprised as he glanced between his brother and the girl that he hadn't realized was moving closer when he had been focused on his brother.
"I'm gonna have to pass." He said firmly and squared his stance.
"Well, I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me?" Dean asked sarcastically as he took a drink from his new glass.
"No."
"Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming." Sam looked down sadly, with a nod as if he was thinking.
"Well, I don't care. Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home." Dean chuckled and finished his drink and started laughing as he refilled the glass, making Angel smile from behind Sam.
"Hmm. Ah! 'You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home.' Yeah, what is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes? Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that." Dean laughed as he mocked Sam. Sam started to reach for something in his pocket, but stopped, turning to look as he heard Angelisa begin to speak behind him.
"What do you think Dean is capable of Sam? You don't truly think that he was parading around murdering innocent people? You've heard your brother, he doesn't want cured, it's time for you to let go and head home, Sam." Sam stared hard at her before he pulled out the demon cuffs. Angelisa looked at them curiously.
"You really think those are gonna work?" Dean asked as he watched his brother in disbelief.
"There's one way to find out." Sam said as he took a step toward Dean. Angelisa was about to lunge at Sam when a canister of tear gas comes flying in the back door. Angel dissolved into a coughing fit a couple feet away from Sam. She couldn't see anything through the smoke, but she fought to move. She thought she was going to pass out when she felt a pair of arms grab a hold of her and pull her up. She couldn't see anything till a door was thrown open and she was dragged outside. She continued to cough, but now she could see Dean, he did a quick once over before his face gained a murderous expression.
"Stay here." Dean growled before marching around the side of the building toward the back where who ever had thrown the tear gas had been. Angel coughed a few more times and began to pull herself together as air was once again allowed into her lungs. She ignored what Dean had told her and pulled herself to her feet to follow him around the building. Thankfully he'd had the sense to grab her jacket on the way out and had thrown it on the ground when they'd made it outside. Angel grabbed her gun from the pocket and staggered to follow Dean. She wasn't far behind him, she could hear him and another voice that didn't belong to Sam talking.
"Wow. It's really you." The voice said, an undertone of awe coloring his words.
"We met?" Dean asked.
"Talked on the phone." Angel made it to the corner of the building and glances around it to see a blond haired man holding Dean at gun point. She knew the gun couldn't do anything, but it still set her on edge.
"Right. Right. You're the guy who's supposed to put a bullet in Sammy's brain. Did you miss?" Dean taunted as he moved to circle the guy, bringing the stranger closer to where Angel could get a good shot at him.
"Well, I had a better idea. I figure if I let your bro escape, he'd go running to you, and all I had to do was just tag along. And now here we are, finally – Dean Winchester."
"Great. A groupie." Dean enthused with a small smirk.
"You remember me?"
"Yeah, yeah. You're that guy from that thing." Dean replied sarcastically with a nonchalant shrug.
"Nyack, New York, June 21, 2003."
"That supposed to ring a bell?" Dean shrugged.
"It was the night you gutted and murdered a man by the name of Edward Trenton. He was my father."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Well, hey, I'm not saying I didn't slice and dice your old man. I'm just saying that he wasn't the first, and he certainly wasn't the last, and they all just kind of get blended up."
"I saw you...That night...After. You let me live. That was dumb – real dumb. I spent half my life training for this moment. I've played out this fight a thousand times in my mind. And I know all about you, Dean-o. And you're good. Oh, you're real good. But, you see, I'm better." Dean leaned forward with a smug smile to egg this Trenton on.
"Prove it. Take a shot." Angelisa lined up her shot, she was sure Dean could see her behind the man, but he hadn't made any indication that he could. As Trenton was coming to the end of his little speech, Angel clicked the safety off on her gun and rested her finger on the trigger. She was just about to pull when Trenton suddenly pulled his hand away from the trigger and put the gun away to pull out a knife.
"Now, that's not payback. This is payback." Trenton lunged at Dean and Angel dropped her gun to her side, moving closer to the fight as she tucked her gun into the back of her jeans. Dean dodged the attack and spun them with a grin. Trenton attacked again, but this time when Dean dodged he grabbed a hold of Trenton's arm and made him drop the knife before shoving him back against a car.
When Trenton tries to distract Dean with a punch while trying to take his legs out from under him, Dean dodges and grabs a hold of Trenton's leg, taking the gun out of it's holster on his leg and empties the clip onto the ground before he throws the gun to Angelisa. Trenton then notices the second presence and changes his stance to face both attackers.
"You know...And I'm just spit balling here, but, uh, maybe...you are not as good as you think you are." Dean taunts with an exaggerated shrug as he grins at Trenton and Angel, making her laugh. Trenton then crouches into a martial arts pose that makes Dean and Angel chuckle.
"Oh! You know Kung Fu?" Dean asks slightly impressed.
"I know everything." Trenton stated making Dean laugh.
"Well, come on." Dean invited as he crouched down too.
Trenton attacked using pure brute force as he moved toward Dean head on. Dean easily deflected him, sending him back toward the car before Trenton attacked again. Dean was quickly becoming bored and allowed one hit before he flipped Trenton face down on the ground. Angelisa moved a little closer when she saw that Trenton was struggling to move, his arm shaking as he fought to push himself up off the cold ground.
"What did you think was gonna happen, huh? You just stroll up here and say "my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die," And I'd just roll over? Well, that's just – it makes me sad." Dean says as he leans over Trenton mockingly. Angel watches the scene intently and notices as Trenton reaches down to grab something from his side. Before she can say anything Trenton springs at Dean and slashes him across the face with a knife. Dean's head snaps to the side.
"Ugh!" Before Trenton got the chance to do anymore damage, Angelisa had her gun in hand, the safety off and was firing a round into the meat of Trenton's calf. Trenton let out a cry as he dropped the knife to try to grab at the wound but Dean had already spun back around and had his hand around Trenton's throat. Dean hauled him off the ground so that Trenton was staring Dean in the face as the cut on his face healed itself before Trenton's eyes.
"You have no idea what you walked into here, do you? None." Dean growled.
"What are you?" Trenton choked out.
"I'm a demon." Dean smiled and allowed his eyes to flash black. Dean head butted him, sending Trenton stumbled backward despite the wound to his leg, followed by a punch to the face. Trenton was still reeling when Dean kneed him in the gut, making him hunch over so Dean could spin him around and throw him back into the parked car. Dean allowed him to lay on the ground for a second, just long enough for Trenton to realize that Dean had been taking it easy on him before. When Trenton started to moved, Dean grabbed him with both hands by his jacket and hauled him up to slam him back against the car to punch him in the face again before pulling out his blade and holding it to Trenton's throat as he was breathing hard.
"Do it! You said if you saw me, you would kill me, so do it!" Trenton yelled once he realized there was no getting away from Dean. Dean seemed to ponder the idea for a second before making up his mind.
"I guess I changed my mind." He stated darkly before he simply let go and stepped away from the bleeding, broken man in front of him, watches as he slides down the side of the car, all but knocked out. Angelisa caught the movement of Sam out of the corner of her eye, but wasn't fast enough as Sam landed a punch to the side of her head, sending her to the ground, but not unconscious. Dean turned as he heard the punch and saw Angel fall to the ground. He angrily took a step toward Sam only to have holy water thrown in his face. He yelled out, raising his hands up to protect himself only to have the demon cuffs slapped onto his wrist.
"Stop! It's over! It's over." Sam yelled as Dean growled and glared up at him.
Music by The Pretty Reckless. In the next part there is a song by Natalia Kills. Hope you enjoy!