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If You're Into Evil, You're A Friend Of Mine

Chapter I

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No one inside the Mystic Grill didn't seem too interested in the local news; otherwise, they would've recognized the two men that suddenly sauntered through the doors. One was very tall, his medium-long chestnut brown hair was tucked behind his ears, his hazel eyes taking in the vibrant crowed with a hint of disgust. The other, slightly shorter with short blonde hair and green eyes, had a mischievous smile creep across his full lips. Only for the fact that they were handsome strangers to this town and stood out with their rugged looks were they very much noticed, especially by him.

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Damon watched amused as Dean hustled one person after another at a game of pool throughout the night while his younger brother teased every hopeful girl that came his way. Dean would flash his next potential victim a charming smile, discreetly noting any information they shared as they spoke with him so that he can use it to rail them in. Chatting them up about sports, cars, and anything else that interested them seemed to do the trick. Offering to buy their drinks seemed to work even better. He gained enough trust from them to bet a generous amount on a game; and before they knew it, they were completely wasted and out of cash.

Dean's friendly demeanor was suddenly replaced by a cocky attitude and a wicked sneer after collecting his winnings, turning his new found buddies into disgruntled enemies. As one of these disgruntled enemies were being dragged away by their group, Damon watched as Sam brushed off another hopeful broad and approached his brother, pulling him aside. Curious, Damon tuned in his vamparic hearing as Sam started seething quietly into Dean's ear.

"You mind toning it down a bit? We've only been here a few hours and you're already making enemies."

"I was just having a little fun." Dean said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

"We'll have plenty of time for that later," Sam said, a slight smirk curving his own lips.

Damon felt a chill run down his spine. He seemed to be the only one who knew what "fun" they had in mind.

Dean gave an exasperated sigh, "Okay, fine. While we're at it, you mind taking it slow with the chicks? That's supposed to be my department."

"It's supposed to be." Sam said with a wink as he made his way back to one of the many broads that wanted his sole attention.

Damon chuckled as he took a swig of his beer. He continued to watch as Dean accepted another challenge to a game of pool...only this time, his eyes weren't focused on the game. Dean shrugged off the black jacket he was wearing over a black t-shirt and an olive green over shirt, revealing a nicely clad bottom that the jacket helped to obscure earlier. Damon loved the way the distressed jeans hugged Dean's curves, and he especially loved the little rips near his thighs. Damon's eyes traveled back up to where Dean's hands glided almost sensually up and down the pool stick as he applied powder.

He could almost swear that Dean was putting on a show for him.

Dean nodded, giving his opponent the go ahead to make the break. To Damon's luck, Dean moved around the pool table directly in front of him, his back facing Damon as he leaned over, giving Damon a really nice view. Damon licked his lips as he eyes slid over Dean to the small of his back, leading into a very sharp curve and into a shapely bottom that swayed slightly as Dean prepared to take a shot. Damon had to look away for a moment as he tried to gain control over himself, the hunger starting to rise within him. The game seemed to drag a bit and Damon had a feeling that Dean enjoyed leading his opponents on, knowing that he will eventually win in the end. Cocky bastard. Damon liked that. Once again, another unfortunate victim walked away with their heads bowed in defeat as Dean yet again pocketed his winnings.

"What do you say Blue Eyes, you interested?"

Damon looked up, surprised to see Dean looking straight at him. Damon gave his best smirk as he downed the rest of his beer, 'What makes you say that?" Damon asked innocently.

Dean returned his own smirk, "Well, maybe because I noticed you eyeing me the whole night."

Damon smiled and shrugged himself off and away from the bar. He sauntered his way up to Dean until they were face to face.

"Is pool the only thing you hustle?" Damon asked suggestively as his eyes swept over Dean's body once again.

Anger flashed briefly through Dean's green eyes, but was quickly replaced by a hint of interest. A sly smirk placed itself onto those full lips once again as Dean moved closer to Damon, his voice husky in his ear.

"If you win, I'll let you have a small taste."

Damon's smirk broadened at that, "And if you win?"

Dean pulled back, looking Damon straight in the eyes, "Then you walk away with blue balls."

Damon's smirk faltered somewhat; that wasn't quite the answer he was looking for, but he refused to let this beautiful, cocky stranger believe he had the upper hand. He gave Dean his best confident grin.

"Deal."

Dean smiled teasingly, waving his hand over the pool table, "The let's begin."

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The bar had become almost empty with closing time drawing near. The only patrons that remained were Damon and Dean, a young couple snuggling together in a booth, two guys drinking their last shots at the bar, and the bartender cleaning up his station. Sam walked out of the bar a while back with a clingy bird like thing on his arm. With the Mystic Grill being so empty, the music was louder than before, once again playing some annoying slow song by some modern Indie group.

Damon made another successful shot, bringing himself that much closer to his prize. He looked over at Dean, seeing him leaning on an empty pool table as he stretched languidly, his shirt pulling up to reveal a taunt stomach and low rise jeans. The asshole was teasing him on purpose. Damon stood straight, leaning against his pool stick, "Well, one more shot and I win."

Dean pushed himself off the pool table and went to stand in front of Damon, a seductive smirk on his full lips, "By all means, go ahead and take your shot," Dean once again leaned in closer and whispered into Damon's ear, "and claim what's yours."

Damon hissed, feeling his body respond to Dean's words. Damon pulled back, moving his lips close to Dean's, "Then you better wait for me in the back alley."

Dean snorted at his words and moved back, leaning once again on the pool table behind him. Damon smirked and prepared to make his final shot...

BZZZZZZZZZZ!

Damon startled as his phone went off, vibrating loudly in his pocket and causing him to lose his aim and miss his shot. SHIT! Damon growled and pulled his cell out of his pocket, seeing Stefan's name blaring off the Caller ID. He answered it with an angry, "WHAT!"

"Where are you?" Stefan asked calmly, ignoring the obvious annoyance in his brothers tone.

"I'll fucking be heading home right now thanks to you!"

Before Stefan can respond, Damon hung up and angrily shoved his cell back into his pocket. He heard a throaty chuckle behind him and turned to face Dean who had that same wicked sneer across his face...making Damon want him even more.

"Well, I guess I win." Dean said_which was a shame because he really wanted to enjoy his snack_ as he put his pool stick up and started to rack up all the balls. While still leaning slightly over the pool table to reach for the last ball, Dean felt Damon and his noticeable arousal press up behind him.

"You sure you want me to lose this bet?" Damon whispered into his ear.

Dean turned around to face him, leaning back on the pool table, "Awww, don't be so disappointed. If it's any consolation to you, I did have fun."

Damon felt a growl wanting to rise in his throat. Who in the hell did this guy think he is (besides a wanted vigilante)? Damon knew he could easily compel him right now and take what he wanted, but he kinda liked this little game Dean was playing. He decided to play right along.

"You know, I would've won fair and square if my little brother hadn't disturbed my game, so I believe I deserve a little something, don't you think?"

Dean arched an eyebrow, tilted his head as if in thought, then shrugged his shoulders, "If you wish."

He suddenly grabbed Damon by the lapels of his black leather jacket and pulled him into a scorching kiss. A slick tongue was forced into Damon's mouth and Damon moaned into the kiss, his body pushing Dean further against the pool table. He grabbed onto Dean's hips roughly as he felt Dean's right knee push between his black jean clad legs to nudge against his arousal. He growled into Dean's mouth as their tongues warred against one another. Damon suddenly felt Dean bite roughly into his lower lip, almost drawing blood and driving him wild with lust. Right at this moment, Sam walked through the door and observed the scene with indifference before clearing his throat to announce his presence. Dean pulled back slowly, an evil smirk across his swollen lips, and smoothed a disheveled and breathless Damon's jacket back into place.

"It seems we both have a knack at being interrupted by annoying little brothers." Dean mocked with a wicked gleam in his green eyes, "Maybe next time, you'll get a bit lucky and feel these lips..." Damon gasped as he felt Dean cup his arousal through his now restricting jeans, "...here."

Dean pulled back, grabbed his own jacket, and made his way towards Sam. Damon leaned against the pool table, trying to calm his raging hunger and lust. He looked up to see Dean and his brother walking out the door, but not before Dean turned to him and gave him a parting wink.

Damon growled as Dean walked out, leaving him there needing and wanting...and with fucking blue balls. Asshole.

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"What the hell was that about?" Sam asked as soon as they made it outside into the chilled night air.

"Just wanted to have a little bit of fun. Dean likes to think of himself as a womanizer, which I think he overcompesates on, so I decided to help him broaden his horizons."

An evil smirk plastered itself on Sam's face, "Nice. Just a little something more to add to his reputation."

"That's the idea. So what happened to that pathetic creature you left with?" Dean asked as he opened the car door and slipped into the driver seat of the Impala.

"Hey, I got hungry and that rabbit food Sammy boy eats does shit for me; and don't worry, I disposed of all the remains properly." Sam said casually, his hand rubbing his full stomach as he slipped into the passenger seat next to him.

"Good. We don't want Dick getting on our asses. Remember to keep our kills on the down low. We want to give the Winchester's some time to catch up with us." Dean said as he started the Impala up.

"Understood. I can't wait for them to roll into town. By then, the town folk won't be so friendly."

They both shared a devious laugh. Dean turned up the radio, The Doors "Strange Days" playing loudly from the car stereo as they burned rubber out of the parking lot and into the night.

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