Chapter Two; Wild Night With Who Now?

A/N: Extreme sexual content in this chapter.

"Where the hell'd you come?" She demanded, kicking the demon and sending it stumbling back.

"I WAS just in front of my TV." He replied. He patted himself down and relaxed slightly. His weapons were all still in place. "Need a hand?"

"Nope." She grunted, even as she was thrown to the floor.

"Uh huh." He joined the fray. The demon, not pleased with the interruption, punched him. Dean fell to the floor even as she stood and flung herself at the enemy. Dean pressed a hand to his lips and it came away bloody. "Not a dream then." He muttered, and stood up again.

Not knowing what would kill the demon, he pulled out both his gun and the dagger. He took a shot at the things head, but it had no effect.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What kills this thing?"

"Silver. Lower leg and heart."

The dagger was pure silver.

As she distracted the huge scaly green thing, Dean slipped under and stabbed the dagger in hard.

The demon screamed and flailed, its leg jerking out and kicking Dean away. It then grabbed the annoyance from its back and threw her to the floor.

Dean was up a second later, dodging hits and throwing his own. The two of them ganged up on it, forcing it to split its concentration, trying to keep them both in sight.

"You die." It growled, pointing at Dean. "And then you."

"Heard that before." Dean muttered, and charged him. Before the demon had a chance to react, Dean had stabbed it in the heart with his knife.

"Me, too."

The demon screamed, instantly falling to its feet. Barely a minute later it was a pile of steaming greenish-white goo on the floor.

"Gross." Dean muttered, wrinkling his nose.

She charged him, then, and they went stumbling onto the floor, Dean on his back with her straddling him.

"You did good, boy scout." She leaned down and kissed him fiercely.

"Could say the same for you." He panted once they parted.

Her hands ran over his clothed chest before grabbing him by the lapels and forcing him to sit up. She all but yanked his jacket and shirt from his body, pulling him into a kiss once more as her hands roamed over now-bared skin.

He grunted in appreciation, his own hands running over her back and cupping her backside, yanking her closer to him.

"Don't know 'bout you, boy scout, but fightin' always makes me hot and horny."

"I can get behind that." He replied. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to meet his lips again, kissing her viciously.

Her hand went to his waistband, skilfully undoing his belt and fly. He lifted his hips to help her tug down his jeans just enough to bare him to her gaze. She grasped him roughly and his held fell back with a groan, his hips jerking up. He'd never been with a woman quite so forceful before.

He liked it.

He pushed her away and followed so that he was on top, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

The two of them fought for dominance, rolling in the grass as they attacked each other with lips and hands, grasping and pulling roughly.

Dean's hands slipped to her own leather trousers and unzipped her. He slipped his hands inside and groaned again.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Like that, boy scout?" She demanded putting her hand over his and forcing his fingers inside her.

"Yeah." He all but growled. He pulled his fingers from her and used both hands to grab her hips. He positioned her on top of him and she slammed down onto him, making them both groan in pleasure. "Hell, yeah."

One hand let go of her hip to fondle her breast as she leaned over him, her own hands making bloody gouges in his chest with her nails. She kissed him and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, her long hair falling down and covering both their faces.

She grabbed his hair and jerked his head back so that she could nibble on his neck, leaving teeth marks in his soft, vulnerable flesh.

"Like that?" She asked again, slamming herself down on him.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" He couldn't help but ask.

She hummed. "I must be doin' somethin' wrong if you can still talk."

She chuckled. "What're you gonna do about it, sweetheart?"

She bit his neck a little harder as her nails dug in further. "Don't…call…me…SWEETHEART." She ordered, slamming down on him again and again.

Dean slipped a hand under her top and discovered her without a bra. He fondled her breast with his calloused hands, licking his lips in appreciation.

"Whatever you say, doll face."

She let out an impressive growl for a human and her hand tightened on his hair as his other went down to fondle his balls cruelly. He cried out and raised on hand from her hip to grab her hair and pull her to his lips once more.

"Now you're gettin' it, boy scout." She mumbled against his lips.

"Glad to be of service." He sneered, and pulled her down for yet another kiss.

Their coupling was hard and wild. Their animal-like grunts and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh disturbed the otherwise silent cemetery.

Soon they were orgasming, too hyped up from the fight to last long. They gripped each other by the hair with one hands, while their other grasped breast and balls respectively.

Once done, she rolled off of him and did up her trousers and fixed her top before simply lying on the grass.

Dean, meanwhile, fixed his jeans but didn't bother to reach for his shirt and jacket, which he'd have to stand up and get.

"I just fucked Jensen Ackles." She murmured. "Nice."

He didn't hear her, of course, as he was talking at the same time.

"I just fucked Eliza Dusku." He murmured. "Sweet."