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Ok guys, so if you're going to be slightly upset with me I suppose I can understand that, it's been an awfully long hiatus due to some personal issues that were going on in my life. Long story short, things weren't exactly going well for me. But I'm getting back up onto my feet now and I'm hoping that I can be able to put out some more chapters for your viewing and with that. Here's chapter 9.
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After tucking in the sleeping giant who after having his shoes pulled off, passed out like a light Dean walked out of the bedroom. He walked downstairs, still rubbing his injured mouth, his eyes darting around hoping not to find Bobby lurking in any corners, still full of a vengeful fury for having his truck stolen. Not seeing Bobby and hoping that by leaving early and picking up the truck he might be able to rectify the anger, he left the house.

He made for the road that led him back to the tavern, sticking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, walking off in that general direction. He kept his eyes open and though his eyes were perceptive his mind was in a totally different location, somewhere in the deep area of his scattered brain.

What am I supposed to do now? Did Sam honestly tell me that he loved me, and even if that is true, does it really matter? I mean, you know we can't do this again. It was wrong. It would go against everything I stand for. And yet, as more time goes on, I find myself unable to care about all of that. I should be caring about protecting Sam from everything, especially myself. But everytime I look at him I can't help but think of his soft, warm li-..No. I can't be thinking like that, I can't.

As Dean continued down the road, lost in thought he only caught sight of the woman standing infront of him at the last moment. He stopped and then looked up, gasping and reaching for the rock salt shotgun tucked in his coat, his fingers deftly lifting it out, but not fast enough. The demon that stood in front of him picked him up and threw him with her power, launching him into a tree and holing him in place there, walking towards him. Fucking demons with their throwing power, Man I wish I could do that.

The demon slowly approached him, walking around the tree and whistling softly, appreciatively. "Man oh man, what do we have here? Dean Winchester, tied to a tree and ready to be subjected to my will. Oh boy, what am I going to do with you. You've got yourself in quite the mighty bind Dean. You know, with the whole Sam thing going on in your mind." Dean opened his mouth to go and speak but the Demon who'd yet to name herself punched him in the mouth, silencing his rebuttal.

"Don't try to deny it Dean, it doesn't take a mind reader to see that something has that mind, so unused to thinking troubled. I've been watching you for a while Dean, watching you and Sammy. I gotta say, I'm a little bit disappointed in you. I mean, what would Daddy John think of all of these goings on Dean?" She paced around a little bit more, stopping in front of him and reaching down to cup his balls in her hand roughly squeezing.

Dean whimpered softly, looking at her, his eyes showing nothing, but his face showing the pain that he was in at her rough hold that she had on the crown jewels. "Now, I get back to the main question, what am I going to do with you Dean? I don't think that this little talk is going to be enough. Someone downstairs doesn't exactly want this thing you've got going on with Sammy to continue and they sent me to put a stop to it. But how am I going to do that?" She used her free hand to run her fingers down the hollow of his throat, unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, continuing her descent.

"What do you think I should do to get your mind of Darling Sam Dean? I mean, I'm really at a loss." As she spoke her hand continued down, tracing along his ribs, his chiseled stomach, stopping right above the button to his jeans, looking up at his with onyx eyes. "I think that maybe you need someone to take your mind off him Dean. And you know what they say, the fastest road to recovery from a breakup is to find someone new. Well, I could be that new someone Dean. I could satisfy you."

The demon dropped to her knees, pulling on the button of his jeans and letting them fall to the ground, she reached her hand into his boxers, pulling free his limp member. Dean smiled down at her triumphantly. Though she was attractive for a monster, he wasn't going to let her do this, and he was in control of his body, there wasn't going to be anything going on that he didn't want.

The demon smiled up at him and stood back up, allowing the cool air to hit his body, she dropped her clothes, kicking off the dress that she wore and allowing it to fall with his pile of clothing. Standing now just in her underwear before him. She reached down to her dress, picking up a blade that she'd carefully hidden in the folds, lifting it to her wrist and slitting it open. Her smile widened when she was Dean's look of revulsion.

Dean knew what she was going to do, had seen Sam on his demon blood days, he knew what was coming and he was scared. Not too much scared Dean Winchester but this most definitely did. Dean could remember in vivid detail how Sam had been with the blood lust. The hallucinations and the screaming, the pain. The withdrawals were horrible.

She lifted her wrist to his mouth and he clamped his lips down, refusing to open his mouth and let that foul substance in. The demon once more reached down only this time gripping his balls flesh to flesh, her nails digging into the skin. He yelped in pain, and at that moment she forced her wrist into his mouth, the first bit of blood hitting the back of his tongue. He tried to fight his body's reaction but he was helpless. He instinctively began sucking down the sweet liquid his eyes glazing over.

His body also began reacting, his toes curling at the feeling of the pure ecstasy pouring into his mouth at an alarming rate. His length becoming hardened without his control and his eyes narrowing down to slits, his hands curling into loose fists and a soft moan escaping his parted lips, wrapped around her wrist.

The demon growled low in her throat, grabbing him by the throat and slamming his head back after trying to pull her arm from his lips twice only to be stopped by him bringing his arms up to bring it back. "Greedy aren't we Dean? That's alright, you're allowed to be greedy Dean." She walked up to him, grabbing him by the throat a little bit more loosely this time, pushing him back into the tree and crushing her lips to his.

She parted his lips with her tongue, taking control and fighting with his tongue. Dean's subconscious knew this was wrong but he wasn't in control of his body, he pulled her closer, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, fighting back against the kiss, his tongue battling with her's for dominance

She slid down his body once more, pushing him into the tree by his thighs, gripping him by his length and gently stroking it in long strokes. She whistled appreciative again. "Wow, someone was packing some heat Dean." She gently lowered her head, parting her lips and sliding her mouth over his length." Dean moaned huskily, bringing one of his hands to her hair, the other moving around to undo the clasp to her bra, allowing it to fall to the ground so that he could look at the woman who now had him by a very sensitive part of his body.

The blood was only making him more sensitive to her ministrations. He groaned and threw his head back when she gently sucked on the head, bringing her nails to his balls again, gently running them over the skin there. She pulled him out of her mouth with an audible popping sound, looking up at him through lust clouded eyes as she turned around, bending over and pulling her panties down her thighs slowly, they dropped to the ground around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she ran her hand along his forearm, a sultry tone in her voice now.

"Tell me Dean, what do you want to do to me? What do you want to do with me. Ask and it is yours." She bent slightly into him, brushing her breasts along his chest. Dean closed his eyes, the heady smell of her arousal filling his senses. He took her by her arm roughly and spun her around, bringing his hand up to her hair and lacing his fingers into it. He pressed her face into the bark of the tree, his hand moving down to his member, bringing it to rub along her slit. She hissed out a moan and tried to grind back into him.

He complied by thrusting forwards, burying himself to the hilt into her, sliding in without much effort. He hissed as well now, groaning out in pleasure at the warm, tight, wet confine that now held him. He brought both of his hands to her hips, bringing her back, the sounds of flesh slamming against flesh satisfying some dark part of him, he brought one of his hands to her throat, pulling her back,still driving into her.

She was moaning loudly, her nails biting into her palms. "Oh, Oh D-Dean!" Dean kept pounding away into her with reckless abandon. Just as he felt his balls tightening with his impending release and her walls tightening around him he heard a familiar voice gasp behind him in surprise. Dean looked around to see..

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