Plot: Make a quick stop to grab a damn burger went a little different than expected. DeanWhump

I do not own Supernatural nor the characters, I only own the DVD boxes I've bought in the shop :)

Have fun! (this is trancelated from my dutch one: "Dean's Trip")

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Josie

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"Sammy!" Dean yelled startled when he saw his younger brother suddenly fly passed him and heard his body came to rest against the wall. It sounded hard and fast. Sam forcibly huffed out al of his air from his lungs and struggled to refill them again. Gasping and coughing, he fell unconscious and slummed down onto to the dirty floor.

Dean wanted nothing more than to go to his younger brother to see if he was okay. But his instincts thould him otherwise.

"Sammy's okay, Dean. If I were you I'd start worrying about what that demon is going to do with me."

A grinning waitress slowly walked forwards into the kitchen from the abandoned Dinner. The cook was lying death on the floor and next to Dean there lied another man. Death. Brazen smells of blood and the smell of rotten eggs went up to Dean's nostrils. He tightened his jaw as he realized that this woman was also already dead, given the bloody stab wound in her midriff. This was only the demon that did the walking and the talking.

Dean wasn't unarmed. But the rifle with only one rock salt bullet was lying a few meters away from him. And he knew this type of 'demon thinking' all too well. They were fast and bold. The only thing that could stop this black eyed suckers were to shoot them, Ruby knife them, or send them back to hell. Right now Dean wanted to slit her throat for what she had done to his brother. He was so not in the mood for a fight. He only came in for a burger. But at the sight of this shit Dean knew that he had put an end to this before more people getting hurt.

The demon was grinning at the older Winchester. With her feminine body and her charming way to take her slowly steps on her high heels, it made Dean uneasy. So he took a hesitant step back and bent his knees a little to get ready for an unexpected assault from this demon.

"Dean Dean Dean. The demon hunter where everyone is talking about, lately. You are actually quite famous. Do you know? It is an honor to meet you, at last," said the possessed, and already dead, waitress.

Dean straightened equally. His smile was superficial, but convincing. "Really? I didn't know you had such a good taste. "

Behind him he heard his younger brother moan in pain. Dean's smile vanished instantly.

'Enough chat, don't you think? " Dean made a dive to the ground like a wild tiger with his arms spread. He landed on his stomach with his gun already pointed at her head. The waitress opened her mouth in 'aw' about how fast the demon hunter actually was.

"That was a professional move. I'm impressed, Dean," agreed the demon again. She laughed there that Dean could count it as a cremated laugh. She meant it.

"Yes, I'm that good," he replied again briefly with a charming smile. Just before he wanted to to shoot the gun, it was his turn to be surprised by her speed. She ducked behind the counter and out of reflex Dean shot the rocksalt shell against the varnished wood. Growling he realized that that was the last bullet. Shit shit shit! The demon laughed.

"Too bad, Dean. You were so close." The smile was gone. He cursed at himself for this stupid fail.

"Damn it! Now, that sucks."

And he held his own gun against his head to show his mistake while imitating a shooting sound.

"Do not cry Dean. You'll still have a chance to make it right." The waitress came from behind the counter and stepped over the dead man back to Dean. Her triumphant attitude made Dean swore again.

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Dean knew that if she could defeat Sam in one wave that easy, she will be difficult to kill. Although, it was just some black eyed demon he and Sam fought more than they could count.

The demon stood in front of him and Dean let her touch his hair and face. Even if he wanted to kill her badly, he smiled at her. Not letting himself from showing his anger to her. It only made her more proud.

"What are you doing, Goldilocks? Wanna dance or something?"

Dean knew this wasn't really one of his best commentaries. But he needed time to figure out how to get some salt or iron. His eyes darted from the room. He saw no iron, nor one of those salt pots they usually had on every dinner-table. Dean shifted his weight on the ground. His eyes suddenly fell onto the knife who was lying onto the ground were Sam had dropped it when he was hurled through the air. He could grab it in no time. But will the demon fall for the same trick? With a glance he calculated his chances. There was no more time for anything else. The demon was right in front of Dean's and grabbed his neck. Dean succeeded to hit her hands away and took another step away from her. His eyes switched back to the knife. Then back to the demon. Dean could smell the blood. He sighed in disgust for the terrible death of this young waitress. Why her? Why now?

"What do you want, anyway? Our heads on a stick? Like all your friends want? Is that it? Hmm" he asked. There was a faint sign of anger in his face. His deep frown gave it away.

"Oh, Dean. Don't be mad at me. I'm just following orders." Her voice sounded a little bored at some point. Unceremoniously she grabbed the collar of his leather coat and drew Dean vigorously close to her face. Dean was surprised by her strong grip. With a smile on the demons face she punched her lips against the hunters and kissed him. At first it was an eager kissing motion. Then she drew out her tongue. She was all for it. And Dean sat between doubt and disgust. But fast afterwards he knew it was definitely 'disgust' what he was feeling when she was also started to bite in his lower lip; and grinned. Blood trickled into his mouth while he growled angrily. With his hands he clenched his fists. With his strong arm he hit her against her jaw. A smacking sound put an end to the kiss. And Dean wiped his mouth, trying to spit out her saliva and his blood.

"Take that, you sick son of a bitch. What was that all about?" The demon smiled devilish.

"Don't tell me you didn't like it."

The blood from Dean's lip was still on hers. When Dean thought it was time to put an end to this he smacked his bullet-less gun to her face, fast and unexpected. While she repelled him angry with both hands, Dean ran all stumbling towards the knife. Then he felt something thrown against his back. A growl escaped from his bloody lips and he fell flat on his belly through the sudden weight pressed on his back. It was the wooden table. The shock was not enough for Dean to stop him from his goal and squirmed away from under the heavy table and finally grabbed the knife. Then he felt two strong hands grabbing around his ankle. With a jerk Dean was pulled back, where he had been standing at first, making out with a horny demon. Luckily he had taken a hold on the knife in time. But this demon was stronger than she looked. Squirming and spuddle around like a trapped rat Dean made his way back to the demon. This time to end her. With his good sense of direction, he crossed the demon right between her ribs with the knife and it gave him time to get out of her strong hold. The demon screamed briefly with a shrill voice. Grabbed her chest and cursed something with a low grunt. It was not enough to kill her. But it gave Dean a moment.

"Dean! You make me very angry, now!" cried the demonic waitress. Her eyes turned black for a brief moment.

For a moment Dean searched for a safer place, but again he felt her strong hands. This time she grabbed his spawn tightly and bit into it like a mad animal. Dean closed his eyes from the sudden pain and gasped for breath. His whole body tensed as the demon pulled him closer. It wasn't difficult for the demon to turn Dean on his back and take the knife from him. He did his best to kick her in the face with both feet and he even made an attempt to clasp her throat but the demon had all the power over him. She grabbed the knife firmly and looked triumphantly at the sharp weapon where her own demonic blood was still dripping of from it. Then she grabbed the hunter by his throat and pulled him close to her.

"S'nofa'bitch… Let go'fme!" Dean tried. His body tense and rigid. His eyes wandered to his lifeless brother, a few steps away from him. Why wasn't Sam awake yet?

"Again, Dean. Don't mind about your brother. And worry about yourself for ones. Because I have something special for you." she said. Her voice cold as she tore open his shirt, first. Dean gasped for breath and still swung around with his arms and legs to free himself from her. But with her grip on his windpipe he grew weaker and weaker. Although, his deep green eyes were still bright enough to stare angry to her black ones. She looked at him. And gave him a nasty lick on his bare chest. Then she laughed.

"Yugh," gasped Dean in disgust. His eyes close for a moment. Dark dots were blinding him from the lack of air. And he felt so weak. The cold hands of the demon went tighter around his neck and Dean was afraid to pass out.

And even then, Dean had managed to give her a kick in her stomach, but unfortunately to no avail. Without batting an eye she stuck the knife with the sharp point in his stomach and turned it around once. Insofar Dean still could accomplished a scream with his empty lungs, and cried out in pain. Eyes squeezed shut and Dean finally dropped down onto the filthy floor of the bloody Dinner Café. Loosing al his strength and awareness. The last thing he heard was a whispering voice of the demon.

"Have a nice one, Dean."

TBC