"Jesus Christ, as soon as I come in?"

"I need you to just have a little ambition. For once."

"You always nag."

"I won't be the bad guy because I want more for us and our little girl!"

"What's wrong with what we have, huh?!"

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Most people under Dean's charms were left with fond memories of the crazy night they had. Although Dean found those people pliable if he ever found them again, for the most part, they went back along their meager little lives. A complete detox of the charm that made them so utterly pliable to Dean's whims. Most never felt the need to keep looking for him, to be of service once more.

He hadn't come looking for Dean either. He and Dean just happened to cross paths again, and he smiled as he attempted to place where he'd met Dean. He was a jogger, it seemed, in a gray sweat covered tee and a pair of baggy shorts. He was friendly. He was easy. He was fucking delicious when Dean fucked him behind a bush, left him without much energy. Dean had just left him with his pants around his ankles, sitting on the ground, and that jogger looked up at him like he'd do anything for him. Dean told him to get something to eat and they'd see each other later.

Dean had no idea that jogger was a family man. Wife, daughter, and that fucking dog.

The memories hadn't slowly slipped into his dreams after he killed him, they came like a deluge. Dean knew what it was like to be him just as much as Dean knew what it was like to be himself. He saw out of his eyes. Dean was the jogger, Dean was the husband, Dean was the father. Dean would wake up in his messy room, sweaty and shaking. The dead man's name sat on his lips like the worst curse. Dean would grab at his arm, as if to locate the dead man's tattoo, to make sure he wasn't still dreaming.

At least this time, Dean had his prizes. The hat and the beer bottle were at his bedside, within arm's reach. Dean looked over the bottle, and then turned his attention to the black cap. It had nothing on it. It was worthless yet somehow the most precious thing in his room. The mystery of the older man was the best distraction from his thoughts that he's had in a long time.

Dean's room was covered with clothes until he forced himself to throw them in the laundry bag and get them clean. The closet had no hangers in it: just another pile of clothes, where Dean dumped them after laundry. The room was just a bed against the wall and a windowsill. Where the treasures now lie.

If he was going to find his mystery man, he needed Roman.

He held both in his hands as he left the room. Seth's door was open, revealing a made bed in the middle of the room. So he'd had a sleepover with Wes the EMT. Seth's room was more decorated than his or Roman's: there was a desk and a computer, and a bookshelf that went over top of the bed. He liked those late 80s writers who wrote about cocaine binges and disaffected youth. Seth's room had no windows, a necessity for the blood demon. Really, between his infatuation with his bloodbag and their differing hours, Dean barely saw the other demon.

Roman's room, on the other hand, was near empty. Roman had broken most of his bed frames and elected to just sleep on a mattress on the floor, which was torn from Roman's more feral nights. He had maybe three pairs of clothes and insisted he didn't need anymore. Dean guessed that when you spend most of your life running around naked, clothes seem off, but Roman's not really blending in if he's cycling between the same three muscle tees.

Dean found Roman in the kitchen, slurping something pink. The closer he gets, the more he sees the carcass. "Seth's gonna kill ya for eating dogs in here."

Roman's mouth was covered in fresh blood and fur. "If he can get his dick out of Wes the EMT's mouth, he can yell all he likes." He smiles at him. "Looks like we both fed last night."

Dean nodded. Before Roman could ask what changed his mind, Dean put the bottle and the cap down on the table.

"Since when did you start drinking?"

"I don't." Not just liquor, either. Seth and even Roman on occasion drank, but it was always from living things. Dean's body had no need for any liquids whatsoever. "I want you to use your, a…" Dean took two, exaggerated sniffs.

"Who you looking for?"

"I'll tell you when I know."

Roman stared at him for a moment, before taking the cap into his hands. He took a deep breath, before stopping. Roman blinked, before pressing the cap against his nose again, smelling deeply.

"You want some time alone with the hat?"

"Dean, whose is this?" Roman's hands were twitching. The idea that the older human was making Roman react like this made Dean excited for his taste.

"I told you, I don't know… you can fuck the hat if you want to, I won't tell nobody."

Roman ignored Dean, instead electing to take another long whiff. "One of yours? What did her… or his energy taste like?"

"His… and no, he's not one of mine." The feeling of his knees under Dean's hands swam to the front of his mind, the fantasy of having the mystery man and the two cheerleaders all to himself returning. "Not yet, anyway. You can't eat him."

"Relax, I'm not going to eat him." Roman smelled the hat again, and Dean reached out, snatching it.

"Down boy." He couldn't help but fantasize. This time, the image was of the older man lying under him, all alone, no girls. Those thick thighs spread. No, Roman couldn't have him.

"I'm not going to eat him. Let me clean up Fido here, and we'll go find your prey."

The window was rolled down, and they were driving slowly through the city. Roman sniffed the air every so often, something that was downright adorable in this form. It was easy to forget what Roman really was. The only sign that they were getting closer was that look of content on Roman's face as he caught another whiff of Dean's mystery man.

They stopped in front of an open garage. BC Autobody, the sign proclaimed. Dean could see a bald man in coveralls carrying a couple tires, and he scanned the room for anyone else. He figured the man would be easy, and he could find a use for a strong minion.

"You sure he's in there?"

He didn't even have to ask. Roman looked like he wanted to run into the garage and devour the mystery man. "Positive. Go before I do."

Dean got out of the car and walked right through the open entrance. The bald man immediately made notice of him, and hoping he wouldn't be heard yet, he introduced himself in a whisper, before asking him to shut the garage door. With a dreamy nod, he walked off to the side, working the buttons.

Dean scanned the cars in front of him. There was an upstairs door labeled "Office". Along the wall there were three cubbies. Taking a moment to scan them, Dean found the first one near empty, besides photos taped all over. Many of them included a large man in a cap with his arms around a beautiful blonde, both smiling. There was also a kid, a little boy. Dean shut his eyes, shaking his head at the thoughts they brought up. What was with all the fucking families? The second cubby had a coat in it, and various posters of pin up women. All in various states of dress. The third had a large flannel, and a single photo taped to the side of the cubby.

It was in his hands before he could think twice about it. It was his mystery man, though he looked much younger —clean-shaven with a shorter cut, arm around the neck of a thick, tanned man. So much had changed since the photo was taken. They were both smiling so widely. The background was sunny, water shining in the background. Dean found himself disliking the other man the more he stared at it—he didn't belong.

Dean pocketed it and began to look around the rest of the shop for any other trinkets… or even better, the man himself. He found a pair of legs in coveralls sticking out from under a propped up car in the back. A smirk crossed his face. Oh yes, he recognized those thighs.

He kicked a boot gently, knocking his foot against it.

"Gimme a second, Karl."

Dean had to remind himself to thank Karl for his help when he was done. That Southern twang was music to his ears. He kicked the man's boot again, this time twice. A groan, and then the man's fingers gripped the edge of the car. The man pulled, letting the creeper slide him out from under the vehicle.

"Karl, m…" Those blue eyes lit up with recognition once his face was in the open. The color drained from his face, frozen just from the sight of him. He looked like he was going to thrust up, try to get off of his back, and Dean grabbed him by the knees, dragging him a foot away from the car.

"What did you do to Karl?"

"I did nothing to the guy. I just… got him to give us some space."

The older man slowly sat up in front of him. He was even better looking in the light. "Leave. Now."

Dean couldn't resist pulling him by his legs again. His hands wrapped around his knees, tugging him a little further. The older man's back fell back against the creeper, and he groaned in pain as Dean sat on his legs.

"AJ? You all right?"

AJ. Dean smiled at the older man, before yelling back, with as much charm as he could muster, "Oh, he's fine. Just had a little tumble. You should ignore anything you hear from over here."

"No problem! Give me a shout if you need anything!"

The older man… AJ apparently… was pressing his elbows into his sides, staring up at Dean in horror. Dean smiled at him. "You know," he said, "If you had told me your name at the bar, we wouldn't have had to go through this." He wanted to taste his name on his lips. "AJ." He tried out the two letters, enjoying having the knowledge he'd been denied last night.

"Did you hurt him?"

Dean shook his head, and then gently tapped AJ's cheek twice. "I already told you, I did nothing to him. Pay attention." Dean was staring at his mouth, but the fact that the horror never faded was strange as well. He wondered if Seth could hypnotize him. Maybe something to test out.

"You need to leave."

"Why?" AJ looked close to saying something, but instead, he started to squirm away from his grasp. Dean didn't want to laugh at the fruitless effort, but he couldn't help grinning at him. "Look, AJ. I get it. You don't want me to feed off you. But who said I was here to do that?"

"You're full of crap." AJ swung his left arm hard. His fist connected with Dean's ear, making his head turn to the side. The hiss came from AJ though, who pulled his hand into himself, cradling it.

Dean stretched out his neck, looking down at AJ. "I don't know what you were expecting there. You know what I am, AJ." Dean reached out, his hand catching AJ's. The color was already there. Dean lifted it up to his mouth, kissing each reddened knuckle. AJ shook his head at him, and he wondered what AJ could be that he was immune to his power yet still so frightened of him.

"Let me be clear." Dean's thumb slid over AJ's knuckles. He imagined there would be a bruise there; it would serve as a nice little reminder of their second meeting. "I just want you to spend the day with me. I just want to know what you are."

"M'human." Liar. "Look, just feed off me and go."

Dean shook his head. "You're not getting off that easy, AJ." Dean climbed off of AJ, before offering him a hand. AJ stared at it and then ignored it, choosing to stand on his own. Without a word, Dean pushed AJ's chest, shoving him into the car. Dean leaned in, smiling at him. "You're coming with me for the day. Maybe the night, my curiosity's pretty deep on this matter. I'll sort it out with your boss, don't you worry."

"Look, I'm nothing, really…"

"You got me to come looking for you. Nothing isn't quite the word I'd use for you." Dean wanted to kiss him so badly. Feeding, of course, would be incredible… but also just to have this conundrum on his lips. But no, there was something about having him unwilling that was proving to be a major appetite killer. Dean combed a hand through his hair, watching AJ for a moment, waiting for an answer.

"Please." Dean paused. That was also new. Dean's power made begging just as rare as getting a no, and watching AJ try to make up a bargain was kind of amusing. "I just… what will it take to get you to leave me alone?"

A breath. "One day. And that goodnight kiss you offered. And I'm gone."

"Kiss?"

"It's how I feed. Through the breath. Don't be so concerned about it. You in?"

"One day?" AJ looked around as if something else were going to leap out from the floor. AJ's eyes caught onto something behind him, and Dean turned and saw Karl. The bald man waved at them both jovially.

"Let me know if you need anything else."

"Will do." Dean turned back to AJ, repeating himself. "One day and I'm gone." Looking at those blue eyes, Dean wasn't sure that was a promise he could keep. His mind raced, before figuring out a loophole for himself. "You're being graded on your honesty, AJ." Dean backed away from him, trying to make him feel less nervous. "You're not honest then I'm not." Dean reached his hand out. AJ stared at it, before shaking his head.

"I'll go with ya. But let's not pretend this is somethin' I wanna do."

Dean shrugged, and then walked towards the front, making sure AJ was in step. Karl looked as if he were going to say something, and then Dean clapped his hand against his arm. "Thank you so much for everything. I have just one more favor to ask you. Give AJ the day off?"

Karl grinned. "Anything for you. Don't worry AJ, I'll cover for ya."

AJ looked worried, but not about that. Dean waited for the garage door to lift, and then he held his arm out, inviting AJ outside. "You can lose the coveralls, you know."

"Is that an offer or a demand?"

"It's up to you."

"I'll leave 'em on, thanks."

Dean walked a step behind AJ, his hand resting on his lower back, leading him to where he wanted him to go. It was a great idea, Dean unable to keep his eyes from tracing his figure. Fuck. He had to remind himself that AJ would probably never agree to that, and the idea of AJ fighting him grew more distasteful the more he thought about it. Dean was so used to winning people over with ease, and he was willing to take his time to win AJ over.

Dean could already see Roman's nose perking as they walked to the car. He turned to look at them, eyes studying AJ. He'd wondered what Roman was expecting when he smelled the hat. Dean moved his hand to AJ's hip, moving so he was giving him a side hug. AJ shot him a glare, and Dean decided he wanted to test something out.

"Thanks for the ride. I've only got one more favor to ask you." Roman blinked, catching onto what he was doing. The charm was in his voice, and he could see Roman's fingers dig into the steering wheel, attempting to fight off the calming effects. "Take a hike, we need the car."

Roman tried his best to fake a smile, but boy was the other demon a terrible actor. He opened the door, standing in front of Dean. He knew he owed Roman for this. Roman turned his glance to AJ and AJ stepped back, shaking his head. Dean grasped AJ's hip, keeping him in place. He figured AJ saw through their little charade, but his next words proved it.

"Is he gonna feed on me?"

Roman's smile turned genuine. He stepped closer to AJ, who looked pale. "How'd you figure it out?"

AJ looked over to Dean, and then back to Roman. Looking up at the bigger man. Dean leaned in and warned him once. "Remember what I said about honesty."

"I get… cold… around you lot." There was something AJ was holding back, but Dean could forgive it for that little crumble of truth.

"So I'm not your first rodeo? Kinky." He squeezed AJ's hip, which earned him another glare. "Go wait in the car, huh?"

"You're really not good at not orderin' people around, huh?" But AJ did as he was told anyway, backing away slowly from Roman before power walking to the other side of the car. Roman chuckled, clapping a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Dean was watching AJ, who was pulling a seatbelt over himself. "I don't know yet."

"I bet he'd be a good hunt." Dean's head snapped to look at Roman, whose hands were already up. "Kidding. I'll give you two space. Next time you try to charm me though, I won't be responsible for what I do in response."

"That's fair."