I can't believe this is happening. This has to be a nightmare, maybe brought on by one of those bastard offshoot Djinns. I force myself calm down, knowing if I let go of the fear I can escape the illusion. I close my eyes and just lie there.

"What's wrong, you didn't give up already? MY girl fights back." I hear him speak but ignore him, focusing only on vanquishing the fears.

"Let's see.. What could be running through that treacherous little head of yours? Plotting your escape from me? It's not gonna happen." He smirked and gave my throat a little squeeze.

I tried so hard not to engage with the nightmarish version of Dean but couldn't help it. I had been repeating it like a mantra, over and over in my head and the words were choked out of my lips.

"This isn't real, this isn't Dean, he would never.."

"What am I then? I can't be possessed, I'm not a shapeshifter or djinn." He walked over to the duffel bag, pulled out a silver knife and poured a vial of lamb's blood over it. He drew the silver knife across his arm, leaving a wound but nothing else. I felt completely devastated as the truth sank in.

He noticed as the color ran from my face and laughed sadistically, "I'm as real as a heart attack, babe. This is me now. You left instead of helping me deal with the Mark. Actions have consequences, now it's time to deal with them."

I closed my eyes unable to face a reality where Dean Winchester had turned evil.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" He growls, "You aren't ever ignoring me again!" He pulls my face to his by the back of my head, his hands violently pulling my hair. My hands and legs are still tied to the bed making my body arch up unnaturally.

"I can't get you out of my head. But I'm the one holding all the cards now. I'm going to fuck you til you're senseless. You're gonna be begging for me, and I'm gonna enjoy every minute. Then when you can't breath without me, I'm gonna leave you, raw and broken, like you left me."

I struggled against the bonds. Tears slipped down my face during his speech, hearing the pain in his voice. I see my phone light up on the nightstand.

Dean grabbed the cellphone and hit decline.

"Look... it can ignore people besides just me. Who knew?" He growled out, his black eyes boring into mine. "Sam can leave a voicemail, I'm pretty sure I know what it's about." He said throwing the phone.

The music app started up again as he stripped off his clothes and started to roughly caress me. He began to kiss, suck and bite his way down my body. I feel my traitorous self starting to respond.

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I hate that he can do this to me. It doesn't matter what Dean does, my body craves him like a drug. I try to hold myself stiffly but that just makes him double his efforts. He wants total surrender.

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With my limbs tied there is no escape from his onslaught. His hands and mouth deliver both pleasure and pain, as my senses heighten until they are one and the same. A moan escapes my lips and he raises his gaze, eyeing me with a sardonic grin. My breathing quickens when I see him lower his head and I tremble as he licks my core. Dean's tongue plays with the sensitive bud while his fingers slide in and out of me. I can't control my reaction and my body arches upward as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. Dean watches, his eyes flashing in triumph. He breaks the ends of the ropes that hold my legs down. He vaults onto the bed, grasps my hips roughly and enters me with one brutal thrust.

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I try to fight him off. His assault doesn't hurt, he aroused my body past the point of reason, I just can't give in. This demon Dean doesn't care about me, this is about revenge and control. I keep trying to buck him off but it only succeeds in making him harder.

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I close my eyes, trying to distance myself, picturing my Dean. I can imagine his green eyes and soft smile.

My eyes pop open in shock as I receive a smack to the face.

"We're not done yet, Sweetheart, not by a long shot."

I turn away and see a piece of my Dean's flannel shirt peeking out from under the pillow. I try to make contact, to breath in his familiar scents and comfort myself. As I nuzzle the soft fabric to boaster myself, a sharp pinch on my nipple makes me cry out and focus once more on the demon Dean. He threw himself off me, grabbing the shirt, tearing it in two.

"You bitch! Who are you picturing fucking you? You left me and went whoring around! Expect some asshole to stroll in here and save you? I'll gut him and the last thing he'll see is me fucking you in his pool of blood!"

"Dean.. Please!"

"You're begging.. For another man's life?" The black eyed monster wrapped his hands around my throat, choking me.

I tried to speak as the pressure intensified, "It's.. yours. It's.. only ever.. been you. I.. love.. you.. Dean.." I felt myself slipping away, the blackness creeping into a corners of my vision.

He looked down at the pieces of fabric and realization dawned on him. Dean fought himself for control and pushed himself away from the bed. Emotions raged inside him, there was so much anger, he couldn't breath.

"Dean.."

He looked back at me, arms still tied down, bruises decorating my body and my eyes looking at him with a mixture of love and pity. He cut the ropes and quickly walked to the other side of the room. Dean knew he had to get as far away as possible and started to pull on his jeans. Even now he was having a hard time, wanting to drown himself in my soft body.

He heard the bed squeak as I got off it.

He hoped I was grabbing a weapon. He felt my presence behind him and suppressed every survival instinct he possessed waiting for the blow.

I threw my arms around him and started to cry. Tears ran down my face for him, for us, for the hunter's life that always led to more pain and suffering.

Dean turned around, "Stop. I'm not him anymore. I can't control myself, especially around you. You're bruised everywhere and I am so hard I can barely think. I'm trying to leave before I throw you up against the wall, devour you, then fuck you into oblivion."

"I shouldn't have left before, I'm sorry." I pressed kisses on to his abdomen. "You need me and I need you. You won't hurt me, not really, you love me."

"Sweetheart, I don't trust myself. "

"I trust you, Dean." And I dragged his head down in a brutal kiss, knowing he needed it rough to keep the Mark satisfied. An animalistic moan escaped him as his lips broke away and he dropped to his knees. Bending me backwards he buried his head between my legs and feasted like a starving man.

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He lifted his head, black eyes glittering like obsidian. I hold my arms out to him. I sigh, needing to be closer, wanting more "Dean..."

His eyes flicker back to green and he smiles.